Five Senses Blog Tour

autism

Autism Fact:

People who are Hypersensitive to body awareness may have difficulties with fine motor skills: manipulating small objects like buttons or shoe laces. They may also move their whole body to look at something.

 

When RJ asked me to participate in this tour I wasn’t sure what I would discuss. There are so many aspects of autism that touch someone with this diagnosis. Autism is a personal subject for both RJ Scott and myself since we both have sons with autism

People with autism interact differently. They think with a slightly different perspective. My youngest child is autistic. He didn’t really talk until he was almost three. Sure he’d say a few words, but he did better with pointing and motioning than speaking. Although I tried everything I could to tell people there was something wrong with his development no one would listen. Because of that he wasn’t diagnosed until he was almost five.

When they say autism is a spectrum they really do mean it. My son is what is considered highly functioning autism, but on really bad days he can’t put all the words together in his head to communicate. When he was younger most of his teary episodes were about him not being able to get me to understand.

When it comes to the five senses I think my son’s sense of touch is the most pronounced. On days that he’s stressed he tends to run his fingers across things that have texture as if he can find comfort in the contact of a bumpy pillow or reassuringly hard Lego. I know when trying to get him to focus I sometimes clasp hands with him. Touching grounds him. When his fingers are entwined with mine he can’t pace and he has to focus on me. Sometimes it helps him find his words, and sometimes it doesn’t.

If you know someone with autism, or even meet one, my advice to you is to be patient. It might take a little more of your time to figure out what they are trying to tell you, but it makes all the difference to them that you tried.

I’ve always been timid about writing stories about people with different handicaps because I don’t really know what it’s like to have one, and I don’t want to insult those who do. Maybe one day I will gather the courage to write an autistic character. A person like my son who is funny with a sly wit that comes out when you least expect it.

Leave a comment below and I will enter you to win a $25.00  gift card  to the ebookstore of your choice.

 

 

Moon Pack Monday

wolf

This is kind of short but I’m easing back into posting.

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Silver strode through Anthony’s firm. Employees scooted out of the way as if sensing his mood. It wasn’t often he asserting his alpha tendencies with his powerful mate but today he had a mission. He ignored Anthony’s secretary striding past without his usual friendly greeting. His inner wolf rode him hard demanding his mate.

Opening the office door Silver entered without knocking.

Anthony’s eyes snapped toward the door a flare of magic flared around his pupils before settling. “Hello Silver, is there a problem?”

The three men sitting around the conference table stood up, made excuses, then left with flattering speed. Even vampires didn’t try and argue with a wolf alpha with a mission. The door slammed shut behind them.

“There is no problem unless you count not seeing my mate for two days.” His voice had a low gravelly tone, his wolf growling beneath his human form.

“I told you I was going to stay at the hotel last night because of a late meeting,” Anthony said. “It was a full moon. You were going to be running anyway.”

Silver took a deep breath before letting it out again. The dim memory of the conversation returned to Silver. Groaning he threw himself down on Anthony’s guest couch. “You know I don’t always process things before the full moon.”

Anthony’s scent wrapped around him as he sat beside Silver. Immediately Silver wrapped an arm around his mate and lay his head on Anthony’s shoulder before inhaling his scent. His wolf calmed, settling with the contact.

“Sorry babe, I thought you understood. I should’ve left you a note as a reminder.”

“Yeah, next time okay. I know you’re on a big project but I need mate time.” Silver didn’t even try to hide his desperation.

Anthony kissed his cheek and let him sit beside him. Silver’s wolf gave a happy wolf inside his mind. They didn’t speak, they didn’t move, and Anthony’s excellent secretary took one peek inside and cancelled all of her boss’s meetings for the rest of the day.

Sometimes Silver just needed time with his mate.

Happy Tuesday Teaser!

Hello everyone,

I bet you thought I’d forgotten about you. This week is the first week I’m able to do some limited typing after my hand surgery so I thought I’d drop by and give you a Tuesday Teaser.

From my next dragon men book (hopefully coming out this month)

NOT EDITED – just a warning to read at your own grammatical risk.

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An object punched through the atmosphere and hurtled toward the planet’s surface snagging King Zeir’s attention. He clawed at the stone ledge, increasing the depth of the grooves already there from previous moments of ire. As the flaming sky debris came closer Zeir realized it wasn’t just a random asteroid crashing down, but a ship.

Invaders.

From the speed they fell through the air the interlopers must be having ship trouble. Zeir snorted. They got what they deserved for trespassing in his kingdom.

His suppressed human half tried to surface, eager to investigate the newcomers, while his churlish dragon side wanted to be left the fuck alone. The object appeared to gain speed as gravity dragged it out of the air. Zeir hoped the ship would continue to head north and into one of the other kingdoms. Survivors took too much energy. Kill them or keep them, he’d have to decide what to do once they landed.

Too many people had been trying to enter his kingdom lately, some friendly, some not. Zeir didn’t care about their motivations he just wanted them gone. He didn’t like strangers on his land. Visitors and vacationers could head to more welcoming kingdoms. Zeir wasn’t running a holiday resort or an alien paradise; this was his home.

The object vanished in the trees. A faint booming sound filtered through the jungle noise as it impacted with the earth. From the smoke floating up through the canopy the damn thing hadn’t traveled far enough to leave Zeir’s kingdom.

His ears flicked forward. Maybe there wouldn’t be any survivors. No survivors. No problems. Deep down he probably should’ve felt shame over that hope, but his emotions had sunk beneath a deep freeze years ago and had shown no signs of stirring.

Zeir tipped his head back and roared, a bellowing call to his people. They needed to check out the crash. They needed to collect any survivors and bury any casualties before the jungle animals came to investigate. He might not like intruders but they didn’t deserve to be devoured and have their bones scattered across the jungle either. Dragonmen respected the dead even if they didn’t mourn for long.

“We’ll meet you at the crash site,” Viller Dragonworth said, his telepathic communication loud and clear in Zeir’s head.

After years of being in his dragon form Zeir’s mental communication with his people had grown stronger than any other king on the planet. He could contact any of his people through their mental link, and feel their presence anywhere on Dragait.

The sound of an unfamiliar dragon’s roar from the direction of the crash had Zeir snapping his head toward the noise.

Dragon?

He didn’t recognize the voice. A strange beast had landed on his planet. The plaintive dragon bellow sounded more scared then demanding. It called out its worries seeking help and reassurance. Had one of their own kind crashed to the surface while returning home?

Zeir jumped off the ledge eager to investigate this change of circumstances. If a dragonkin had been injured he’d make sure it was safe and sound before returning the citizen to his proper kingdom. From tone of the roar, Zeir knew he would find a male at the other end of the sound.

The largest of any of his people, Zeir’s powerful wings had him reaching the crash site well before anyone else had their scales in the air. “Activate ground crew.” He sent the thought to his second in command.

“Will do,” Viller replied.

Those who couldn’t transform would meet the dragon shifters there. Cleanup would be needed and that required hands instead of claws. Some of his best soldiers were non-shifters and they would join members of his elite dragon force on the ground to investigate any enemies.

The crumpled bit of metal lying forlornly against a tree caught his attention. It was a miracle anyone had survived such a landing. Even to Zeir’s unskilled eye, the escape pod didn’t look capable of handling a crash from that height. He glanced around for any other signs. If this came from a ship, there should be others.

A search didn’t reveal any pods other than the one before him.

Strange.

Another loud roar pulled Zeir’s focus from searching for more metal carnage. The strange call still didn’t register as one he recognized from any of his people. Their kind didn’t often leave the planet. To find an unknown dragon shifter traversing the stars spiked Zeir’s latent curiosity.

A third roar frightened the remaining birds into fleeing. They knew flame often followed dragon roars and flew off to save their plumage. Luckily the damp jungle and spell-coated stone palace prevented things from catching fire. Zeir swooped lower to discover a rust-colored dragon crouched in the jungle foliage.

 

 

Out Today Quentin Heart!

Quentin Heart 600

Right on the edge of January I got Quentin out! *pats self on back*

I think Meredith Russell did an awesome job on this cover, it’s one of my favorites.

Buy links:
Amazon, ARe, Smashwords

It will be up on my site as soon as my web guy fixes a little glitch. BN, Apple and others are also pending.

blurb:

Quentin Heart is a magical genius with more troubles than three people his age. His mother is dying of cancer, a vampire master wants to own him and he has bone wolves deciding to be his new puppy protection detail.

When his friend, Glenn, is murdered Quentin Heart has to discover who attacked him and what happened to his body. Unfortunately Jakinson, the new vampire master, has decided to protect Quentin from himself.

Annoyed with everyone trying to kill or control him, Quentin has to push back against vampires, psychotic fae and more magic than he’s ever had to handle before. It will take more than magic to get him out of this one. It might even take love.

 

Hello Blog Friends

I’ve been quite neglectful of my blog lately. I apologize to all of you who follow it. I’ve been dealing with some minor health issues. I’m having surgery on my hand to remove some skin cancer next week. Because of this I will be revamping everything at the end of Feb/March after my hand is completely healed.

Coming up in February!

Quentin Heart & Dragonmen 5 should both be published.

What am I working on?

A new series with Dirk Greyson (aka Andrew Grey)

The Next End Street with RJ Scott

Owning Oliver (Moon pack)

Gears (City of Keys #2)

Blog Happenings

I’ll be restarting Moon Pack Mondays

Returning to my blog story

NOTE: If you haven’t received a prizes you won from last year contact me at amberkellwrites@gmail.com

Out in Audio!

keysaudio

Keys is now out in Audio! You can get a copy here

Blurb:

My name is Octavius Septimus Stalk, but my friends call me Oss. I live in the City of Keys, a town of gears, keys, locks, and wonder. Our forefathers banished magic long ago, bolted the doors and locked everything up tight to keep people out and the town’s secrets in. Four Lock Lords control what information is left, and everyone else is left struggling to survive.

Despite what Thorne, my naïve lover, thinks, I was an orphan, but not a victim. When I walked the streets at the age of 12, I learned fast where to steal the best food, how to use my daggers, and where to hide my would-be attackers’ bodies. No one suspected me of such violence. No one knew then or now that I have magic inside me.

Now, power-hungry men intend to release the magic for their own benefit – at the expense of the rest of the city. We will stop them, even if Thorne must battle his own kin, even if I must reveal my hidden talents and the role I seem destined to play.

The End of November!

I wanted to thank everyone for joining me for my Birthday Month. Both visitors and authors have been great! All winners will be announced on the Birthday Bash 2015 Winners page here

It will be updated until all authors have listed their winners.

I hope everyone had as good of a time as I did. Now on we go into December!