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Hello every out there in reading land!

I know it has been forever since I've written anything, but it has been quite the adventure the past 8 months. I've met, fell in love and married the most amazing woman in the world and have moved from Oregon to Indiana. Am now the proud mama of 5 fur babies (3 dogs and 2 cats) and in that time have released my fourth book titled "Out of Ashes". 
As of right now I am working on a new project with my wife who is also an author (Victoria Cobretti) titled "Arrows & Elements, which you can find a sneak peek of at the end of "Out of Ashes". It is about a half Siren, half Elf named Rion who has become mute after an incident with a Gnome, and an Elf named Bren who has a bit of trouble with the elements, who set out on an adventure of a lifetime. I'm super excited to be able to work with her and can't wait to see where Rion and Bren end up! Arrows & Elements will be out by the end of the year!
For the month of November, however, my wife has challenged me to NaNoWriMo! I will attempt to write an entire novel in the month of November. I have chosen "Fallen". A story about an angel who has been banished from Heaven and stripped of her wings because she was bitten by a vampire. Wish me luck! And good luck to all those out there who will join me! 


Take a peek at mine and my wife's websites! More adventures await! 

Kejsi Miller:
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amazon.com/author/kejsimiller

Victoria Cobretti: 

https://viccobretti.wordpress.com/

https://www.facebook.com/VicCobrettiAuthor

Check out the playlist for my upcoming book "Out of Ashes"!  

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Sneek Peek of "Out of Ashes":

“Happy Birthday to me. There's a psycho lady chasing me! She's delusional and freakin' crazy. Happy Birthday to me!” I sang to myself while running away from some creeper, stalker chick that had been watching me for the past couple of weeks. Finally, on my birthday of all days, she got a bit too close for comfort, so I hauled ass in the opposite direction, and of course she followed.

Ducking down an alley, I hit a dead end and I could hear her footsteps quickly approaching. “Shit!” I huffed out, seeing the only ways out were a fire escape ladder about nine feet above me, which no way in hell could my measly five-foot, five frame get to, and a fence topped with razor wire. I really didn't feel like getting any new piercings or body modifications, so I decided against both options and again ground out through clenched teeth, “shit!” 

She appeared in the alley, huffing and puffing, and I smirked, knowing I could have ran for days and never broke a sweat. “Good God Kane, how are you still breathing?” She gasped, hunching over at the waist. My head tilted at her use of my name. 

“Do I know you?” I asked, eyeballing her wearily. “Please listen to me.” She panted a bit more. “You are in danger, we need to get you somewhere safe.” 

 “Danger!?” My heart started to pound. “You've been stalking me for weeks, of course I'm in danger!” I barked out. I was so jazzed up, I could feel my skin start to tingle. 

 “Not from me Kane,” She took a few steps toward me. “Please, we have much to discuss, but not here. You must stay calm.” 

 “Stay where you are!” I warned her. I wasn't a fighter by any means, but I wasn't above a good bitch fight. Hair pulling, bitch slapping. The whole nine yards. I'd do whatever was necessary. With every second that passed, I could feel my heart pound faster and my skin buzz harder. I swear if you got close enough you could hear it. 

 “Kane, you must calm down. It's imperative. You're moments from a Renewal.” This chick had seriously flipped her lid! 

“I have no idea what the hell you're talking about, but I'll calm down when you leave me the hell alone!” 

 “Dammit, it's too late.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Kane, right now I need you not to panic.” “Panic? Who are you to tell me...” Something was way wrong. “Do you smell smoke?” The buzzing was getting louder now and was turning more into a sizzle. I looked down at my hands and smoke was rising off of my skin. “Oh my God! What the hell is happening to me?!” Looking up at her, I saw her check her watch. “Three thirty-three exactly. Happy Birthday Kane.” 

 Watching my hands, no more than a second after she spoke those words, my entire body burst into flames. I couldn't even scream I was so mortified. Then about half a second later my brain kicked in. “Fuck! Fire! Stop, drop, and roll. Stop, drop, and roll!” Following my verbal instructions however, did nothing to snuff out the flames. It finally dawned on me as I was rolling around on the probably piss covered alley ground, that I was feeling no pain. 

 “Kane, stop fighting it!” The strange woman's voice penetrated my panic. 

 “Why am I not dead? Why am I not writhing in pain? Why am I not crispy by now? And why the flying fuck am I on fire to begin with?!” I cried out as I watched the last shreds of my clothes burn to dust. 

 “Kane listen to me,” She was a whole lot closer now. Close enough for me to see the color of her eyes, dark green with flecks of amber. “You need to sit there and let your fire renew you. Then you must finish your Renewal by stoking in your ashes until the embers are completely burned out.” “This is insane! You're crazy!” I growled, sitting back on the ground, watching the flames dance over my arms. 

 “Says the woman on fire.” She crossed her arms, glaring down at me. And boy was I. I was burning so bright I could have probably be seen from space! 

 “And who the hell are you anyway? And how do you know so much about me and whatever it is that I am?” I questioned her rapidly, hoping the flames would die soon. 

 “My name is Renna Logan, and I am Fire Bound. You Kane River are a Phoenix.

So unfortunately I won't be able to boost my posts with FB ads anymore.  Apparently I didn't understand how they worked when I started using them and they screwed me over and charged me once, then twice, then took the first one back , then caused an overdraft fee, then said "I'm sorry for your frustration, but you agreed when you clicked "OK"".  Like WTF.  You click "boost post", say ok let's do $5 and that's that.  Nowhere does it say there's a friggin' minimum "threshold" of $25 and we'll bill you at the end of the month and then screw your hole finances up in the dang process.  *Facepalm*  I'm still learning how to do this whole indie, self published, author thing and there's so much more to it than just putting your words down and clicking a few "I Agree's".

Sorry for my minor rant!  On another note, I've started another story.  Not sure if it's going to be a short story, turn into a novel, or if I'm going to submit it for a short story contest.  *ponders*

Titled: Out Of Ashes

Anyone interested in the tales of a Phoenix?

"Going In" Sneak Peek (Sequal to "Coming Out")

Prologue: Syd's Introduction

Hello fine reader, it's me, Syd! You may remember me from awhile back when I lead my fugitive group of friends awol across country after we broke out of the cleansing center my parents sent me to when I came out to them as Straight. Yes, I said straight. You can pick up your jaw and stop rubbing your eyeballs now.

Anyway, you may remember we made it to New York before all Hell broke loose. My boyfriend Brock and I got kidnapped by the head bitchtress of Straight Away's crazy brother, my best friend and ex girlfriend (who ended up falling for each other) ended up getting arrested, while attempting to locate us, by my long lost Aunt who actually turned out to be my biological mother, and I almost died of an infection caused from the wounds of too much shock therapy that bastard gave me trying to gay me back up. I still have nightmares about that whole mess. I can still see Annie, the bastard from hell's daughter, taking that bullet for us. I close my eyes and I replay her taking her last breath in my arms and my fury builds all over again. The bastard shot his own daughter! I can only hope Mr. Scappoli showed him a bit of his own medicine.

Oh, did I mention we had a run in with the mob? Mr Scappoli is one of the biggest crime bosses in New York. He stepped in and uh...took care of Rex. To this day we still don't know exactly what happened to him. Just that he can never bother anyone again.

How did we get mixed up with the mob you ask? That is a very good question. I mean I'm just a little straight girl from California who brought a few of my weirdo friends along with me. And by weirdo I mean, totally innocent of anything other than being homosexually challenged. Well, except for Lex, but being our friend, she's automatically thrown into “Warning, Warning, hetero alert!”, territory. And Harper is, well...she may be with Lex, but she's anything but normal.

“I heard that Volts!”

Anyway, off topic! We've been living the high life for the past eight years in France and we owe it all to one person. Layla. I met her at the straight club I stumbled upon when we first got to New York. Of course I had no idea she was a mob boss's daughter. Needless to say she sent Mr Scappoli and his crew to our rescue and in her we've found an invaluable friend.

I bet after all of that uproar with Rex you have been wondering what happened to Max and Straight Away. Well you see, there has been more acceptance over the years and a lot of cleansing centers have shut down, but not Straight Away. Oh no. After we escaped, Max was determined to redeem herself and make a name for her facility again. It wasn't long before “Bad Dog Training” was finally banned for being deemed 'cruel and unusual' punishment, but only after many more were scarred.

There was one person determined to take this place down. Well, besides me, but you can guarantee there was no way I was EVER going to step one foot anywhere in the same country as Straight Away again, let alone the same state! This person was Layla.

About a year after we were whisked away by her father, once Max's facility had started to take off again, Layla decided she'd had enough. Needless to say she is definitely a mobsters daughter. This is her story.

Chapter 1:

“Hey Layla, they're here again!” Mikey yelled out over the thumping base of the almost deafening music.

Slamming the glass I was drying a little too hard onto the bar I growled, “ What the hell are they expecting to accomplish by sending someone to “inspect” my damn club every other night?! I've already fixed all they're damn nonexistent issues!” Mikey shrugged, looking every bit his young seventeen years, even though he was built like a brick shit house. Funny to think just a year ago he was just a pimply, scrawny thing. “It's cool Mike. Not your deal.” I sighed, ducking under the bar. When I passed him I gave him a small smile. “Go grab Lou and tell him to meet me in the kitchen please.” He nodded and wondered off to find the older guy my father always had watching me since I was a kid. If something was gonna go down, Lou was gonna be there.

Making my way to the front of the club, I dodged and squeezed past all the sweating and gyrating bodies. This place was my pride and joy. I had owned UnKinked for five years now. I may have only been a whopping twenty-three, but dammit, I worked hard to have a fun and safe environment for the heteros of the world to come and just be without being judged or prosecuted.

Finally reaching the front entrance, I moved past Pete, the hulk of a man posted at the door. He was in charge of checking ID's and stamping the over twenty-one's. He was also in charge of keeping the queers out. I have absolutely nothing against them, don't get me wrong. A lot of my really good friends are gay. But as I had mentioned this is a safe place for the straights to come and be who they are without fear and letting the gays in would put a damper on that. Very rarely would I make an exception.

*****

About a year ago was one of those times I bent the rules. I had met a girl named Syd that caught my eye. She seemed troubled when she came into my club alone one night. I had immediately taken interest.

Turns out there was a lot more to Ms. Sydney Winters than met the eye. Along with her fugitive band of misfit hetero and gay hetero-lovers. Syd, Harper, Lex, and Brock are some of the coolest, strangest, most wonderful people you could ever meet.

When Syd and Brock got kidnapped right outside my club, I couldn't help but feel somehow responsible. My guys didn't catch the people who did it. I felt horrible. Harper let me know she held me accountable for a minute too, but Lex quickly diffused that situation.

I was frantic with the need to help, so when Lex called me later on and filled me in on what had happened, that they had found Syd and Brock but there was a madman after all of them, I knew it was time to get Daddy involved.

Oh, did I mention my Daddy is the biggest crime boss in New York? Syd may have mentioned it to you before. He is also straight. He was only too happy to step in and help when I told him what had happened and that I wanted to help my new friends. It didn't really take much for him to do anything I asked. Since my mom died, he was always willing to do whatever it took to make me happy. Hence my club.

Anyway, after he whisked them all off to France to make a new life away from the craziness, everything pretty much went back to normal. The cleansing center that asshat Rex ran shut down, but somehow about eight or nine months later it re-opened under new management under a new name: Straight Away. That's when everything at my club started going crazy.

A couple of months ago, a short, puffy man with huge, coke-bottle glasses showed up claiming to be the health inspector. Mikey had informed me that he was doing a drop in inspection due to an anonymous tip causing concern. My temper flared as I went to intercept the man before he could step through the doors to my kitchen.

I had to choke back a snort when I caught up with him. His eyeballs were magnified at least ten times their normal size by his oversized glasses. He had the very last few wisps of hair on his head fashioned in a very bad comb over “Excuse me, what's going on here?” I put my hand on the kitchen door, stopping his entry.

“Oh hello,” he startled back, having to look up to meet my

confused gaze. Which is saying something as I'm only five foot, four. “My name is Mr. Roland Meadows, and we received an anonymous tip of unsanitary happenings. I'm at liberty to do a full inspection of your facility.”

My eyebrow quirked, “Unsanitary happenings? No one is hocking lugeys in the burgers Mr. Meadows I can assure you.” I stepped in front of the kitchen door, denying him further access. “Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a club to run and no time to deal with this nonsense.” Pushing past him, I was not expecting him to grab my arm.

“Ms. Scap...”

Cutting him off, I grabbed the offending appendage that had a hold of me in a firm grasp and spun him around, slamming him against the wall next to the kitchen door. Lou was immediately at my side. “It's okay Lou, I got this.” He nodded silently, walking off a bit, but stayed within sight. I turned back to the little turd man in my grasp, “Big mistake putting your grubby, little hands on me Mr. Meadows.” He grunted and I could feel him shaking. “You obviously don't know who I am or you would be a lot smarter on how you handle this situation.” I smirked when he nodded. “Do your homework before you decide to come back. Do you understand?” He nodded frantically and it was then I noticed the scars he wore on his wrists and face.

I let him go and almost laughed as he tripped over himself in his haste to escape. “Pfft, little piss ant.”

Mikey came up to me after the creepazoid left asking, “What was that about boss lady?”

“Don't worry 'bout it kid. I took care of it. He won't be back if he knows what's good for him.” I smiled at him.

Shows me to be all confident and crap!

*****

Not a week later, Mr. comb over was back at my door, this time with back up. And by back up, I mean a massively butch, body builder, woman who was obviously over compensating for her short person syndrome.

He could barely look at me when he spoke, “Ms. Scappoli, we have received even more tips of unsanitary happenings. I'm afraid whether you approve or not I will be doing a thorough search of the premises.” I stood there in the door, my arms cross menacingly. “If you do not cooperate, we will be forced to shut your establishment down.”

My face grew hot with anger as I took a step toward him, but Butchy stepped between us, all five feet of her, blocking me. “Seriously?” I chuckled.

“Layla, let him do his thing,” Lou's calm voice came from behind me. “You got nothin' to hide and you know they won't find anything.” He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. Sighing, I moved to let them pass, “You disturb my guests or break anything, I'll break you. Capice?” His gigantic eyes grew even wider before he darted off with Butchy on his heels.

Growling, I pushed past Lou and Pete to get back to my bar. No more than fifteen minutes passed before I was summoned to the kitchen.

“You are seriously wearing out your unwelcome welcome comb over” I ground out through clenched teeth.

“Ms. Scappoli, I am just doing my job. And it seems we aren't here for naught.” He squinted at me, holding up his finger, showing me a raisin.

“I can assure you the raisins haven't been running amok singing “Heard It Through The Grape Vine.”” Lou chuckled behind me.

“This is not a raisin. It's a mouse pellet. We also found the banister to the upper level is unstable, and there are exposed wires in numerous places throughout the building. I also wouldn't be surprised if you were over maximum capacity. If I were to call the fire Marshall...”

“Now you listen here you little runt of a man,” my voice was low and menacing, my father definitely shining through. “We both know damn well that there was nothing out of place before you stepped foot here. If for one minute you think you are going to win whatever game it is you're playing...” I pointed my finger at him, determined to get my point across.

“I will be back in three days. This business is on probation until then. No food may be served until I give clearance.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I squeaked. “What about drinks?” I huffed, crossing my arms, trying to not strangle him.

“Nothing from the kitchen, the bar is fine. You also may not allow anyone in the upstairs until the banister is fixed. I'll inspect it when I return.” With that he ushered my staff out of the kitchen, then slapped a big red sign on the door that read, “Health inspection review in progress”, then made his way upstairs.

When I reached the top of the stairs he was holding a bull horn. From where he pulled that out of I have no idea, and honestly I don't want to know. He then proceeded to make me look like a cockroach.

“Excuse me! Everyone must immediately vacate the upstairs per the health department! Please take your festivities downstairs to the main floor.”

Most of the people upstairs were my regulars as this was a VIP lounge. Some of them were also “family” if ya know what I mean. A friend of mine since we were practically in diapers rushed over to me, looking at me with concern.

“Lay Lay, what the hell is going on?” Nicola whispered, as we watched the people file out downstairs.

“This is a load of bullshit is what this is,” I growled, grabbing her by her hand, dragging her away from listening ears. “Mr. Bug Eyes and his body guard Butchy over there, are from the health department and have put us on probation after finding numerous “issues”,” I explained, meanwhile, shooting eyeball daggers at the two ushering my patrons downstairs.

“You're kidding right? You're like, obsessive compulsive about this place. Well, about a lot of things actually.” I glared at her. “What? It's true!” She giggled.

“They found mouse poop!”

“Yeah right.” She rolled her eyes. “It was probably a damn raisin.”

“See! That's what I said.” Sighing, I ran a hand through my long, wavy, brown hair, wincing when it snagged a tangle. “UGH!”

“Calm down Lay Lay. We both know there's nothing wrong with this place. I'll stay after closing tonight and we'll figure this out.” She smiled at me reassuringly.

“Thanks Nic. I don't know what I'd do without you.” I leaned my head on her shoulder, feeling a bit better about the situation. Until Comb Over and Butchy made their way over to us.

“Ms. Scappoli, you and your friend must vacate the upstairs as well.” He gestured toward the stairs, and it took everything in me not to punch him. I knew I could easily take on Butchy, especially with Nicola.

When we reached the bottom of the stairs, he roped off the stairs with caution tape. “I will return in three days. If these issues are not addressed properly, then your facility can and will be shut down until we see fit.” He turned to leave before shouting, “Good evening to you!”

Nic stopped me as I started off after him, “Lay, stop. Let's just do what they want and send them on their way.”

“They're lucky you're here or they would get up close and personal with the wrap of a Scappoli.”

“Alright Ms. Badass, let's get your baby all fixed up.”

*****

That night, Nicola, Lou, Pete, Mikey, and I set out to find all of the so called “issues”. There was not a mouse turd to be found! Unless you counted out back in the alley behind the dumpsters, which is probably where he found it. The only wires we could find were in the office around the computer, by the cash register, and up in the DJ booth. The banister was sturdy as a rock. It was well used and the wood was worn down in some places, but there was not a bolt out of place.

We stayed until the sun came up, cleaning the place from top to bottom, covering up any wires they would nit pick on, and sanded and refinished the banister. Also, anticipating any further issues, we changed all the batteries in the smoke detectors, checked the dates on the fire extinguishers (took pictures of them), and sent out notices to the employees requesting them to show their updated food handlers cards and liquor licenses on their next shift. I was leaving no stone unturned!

The club closes at three and it was eight when Nic and I stumbled into my apartment completely exhausted.

“Thanks for helping Nic. I'd like for them to find something now.” I huffed, collapsing on the couch.

“Not gonna happen.” She groaned, flopping down beside me, her long burgundy hair all over the place as she laid her head in my lap.

I laughed at her disheveled state. Moving her hair out of her face, I ran my hand through it sighing, “I still don't know why you just don't move in with me. You're here more than you are at your own place anyway.” The response I got was a soft snore. Rolling my eyes, I carefully slid out from under her, laid her head on a pillow, and covered her up. “Night Nic, sweet dreams.”

*****

Three days later, Bug Eyed, baldy showed up with Butchy in tow about an hour before the club was set to open. Nic and I was hanging out with our DJ, helping to pick out the set list for the night when Pete ushered them in.

“Good day Ms. Scappoli and friend. I trust you addressed the issues brought to your attention?”

Nic put her hand on my shoulder, silently telling me to stay calm. “I addressed your “concerns”.” I ground out through clenched teeth, making air quotes. “Go ahead and do your inspection.”

“How gracious of you to allow me access to your fine establishment.” He did a small bow and headed off toward the kitchen.

“Lay, no.” Nic warned, seeing me puff up.

“But Nic!” I whined, giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

“Cute, but no. Be good.” She grinned.

“Ass.” I grinned back at her.

“Bitch,” she rolled her eyes.

“You know it.”

About twenty minutes later, Comb Over and Butchy found us. “So, it looks like all issues have been corrected. You are no longer on probation.” He advised, signing a piece of paper and handing it to me. He looked almost disappointed.

“Don't look so sad, I'm sure you two can find someone else to harass.” I said, walking them to the door. “Now, don't come back now ya hear?” Before he could say anything, I shut the door in his face.

Chapter 2:

Which brings me to where we started, two weeks after the first fiasco had ended, after I pushed my way past Pete, I found myself face to face with the Fire Marshall. Behind him of course, stood a very smug looking Bug Eyes and Butchy.

“Are you the owner of this club?” The tall man with graying hair dressed in slacks and a white dress shirt asked.

“Yes, I'm Layla Scappoli.”

“Greg Pollock, Fire Marshall.” He extended his hand, which I took out of politeness. “You are well over capacity and your fire escape is defective. We're going to have to shut you down until further notice.”

“You're kidding right?” I balked at the man, all the while Bug Eyes had a huge smile on his face.

“I'm sorry ma'am, I don't kid. Either you get them out, or I will.”

I snapped, “You piece of shit! This is all your doing!” I snarled, lurching for him. Nic came out of nowhere, grabbing my arm, and stopped me just in time.

“Lay no!” She put her hands on my face, forcing me to look at her, “Let it go. We'll figure it out.” She gave me the look that said “now show them who we are”, and I simply nodded and headed into my club.

Reaching the DJ, I told him to cut the music and grabbed the microphone, “There was a round of boo's and groans that followed, so I decided to direct their focus, “Sorry guys, I know this has always been a place for you to come be yourselves and relax, but unfortunately because of some bullshit little man with a stick up his ass, we're being shutdown until further notice.”

There was an even louder chorus of boo's and protests to that. “Go ahead and feel free to thank the little, pudgy man with googly eyes on your way out!” And with that I watched as my very loyal, pissed off patrons and friends walked by and threw their drinks on the terrified little man as well as food. I even saw someone spit on him. One of the girls wrote “fucker” on his big, bald forehead. I thought Butchy was going to have a coronary because no one was taking her seriously.

Once everyone had left, Nic, Lou, and I were sitting up in the VIP lounge when they came bounding upstairs.

“You all need to vacate the building per order of the Fire Marshall.” Huffed Comb Over. I had to choke back a laugh. He was covered with food and dripping with alcohol.

“Anybody got a match?” I looked around hopefully, then looked down in shame when I met Nic's glare. “Was just a thought.”

Getting up, I made sure to put on the most menacing look I could muster (helps being the daughter of a mob boss), and stared down the little runt. “You have made a big mistake. When I find out what game it is you're playing, you will lose. Make no mistake about that.” I nodded to the scars on his wrists and temples, “Those scars will be nothing compared to what I do to you.” He was visibly shaking, and I wasn't sure if the wet spot on his pants was from the alcohol that had been thrown on him or if he'd pissed himself. I prefer to think it was the latter. I love thinking I invoke that much fear in a person.

“G...good day Ms. Scappoli.” Was his only reply before he scampered off. I smirked, heading back over to the couch, knowing he didn't do what I'm sure he'd set out to...kick us out.

“Nice Lay Lay.” Nic giggled. “If I didn't know what a softie you were, I might have been scared there for a minute.”

I gave her a glare then snuggled into her on the couch. Not a moment later, Pete came up with the Fire Marshall in tow. “Everyone, you will need to leave the building immediately. This establishment has been sited as unsafe.” He stood next to the stairs, waiting for us to move.

“You're kidding right?” Nic barked out.

“No Ma'am. As I told your girlfriend, I don't kid.” He replied flatly.

“She's not my girlfriend,” I corrected. “And this is my space. I understand asking my guests to leave, but I own the building.”

“You will receive paperwork in about fourteen days advising of proper procedures, but until then, no one is allowed on the premises.” I went to argue, but Nic grabbed my hand, pulling me to the stairs, the others following behind us.

“Leave it Layla, just let them think they won this round.” Lou spoke finally, adding his thoughts.

“GAH!!”

“Well, you've got two weeks of unexpected vacation. I think I have an idea of what you can do.” Nic grinned.

*****

The next day I found myself on a plane to France. It had been far too long since I'd visited Syd, Harper and everyone and I was looking forward to getting away from my reality for awhile.

When I finally made my way to the baggage claim, I squeaked when I was caught in a sneak attack hug from both sides.

“Oh my God you two!” I huffed out, laughing at my two friends. “Can't breathe!”

“You heard her Volts. Stop trying to kill her!” Harper playfully slapped at Syd.

“Watch it Highness, I know where you live.” She turned back to me, grinning from ear to ear. “Wow Layla, you look like shit, but still amazing.

“Gee thanks Syd.” Glaring at her, I found my duffel as it passed on the carousel and chucked it at her, laughing as she almost fell over.

“Good gravy! What the flying fart do you got in here woman?” Syd huffed, slinging the strap over her shoulder.

“A body,” I Shrugged. “You gonna help me hide it?”

“Ohh!” Harper perked up. “So my area of expertise!”

“You played cops and robbers for a whole day with mom Highness, that doesn't make you an expert.” Syd rolled her eyes as we headed out to their car.

“Oh yeah? Then how come I can hit my target almost every time huh? I'm an excellent shot!” Harper retorted, sticking her tongue out at Syd. The antics of these two I swear, always cracks me up!

“So anyway!” Syd redirected the conversation, “What brings you over the pond Lay? Not that I'm complaining.

“Oh you wouldn't believe me if I told you.” I grumbled from the back seat, once we loaded up.

“Try us.” They said at the same time.

“Lex is right, that's freaky.” They just smiled. “So UnKinked has been shut down until further notice by order of the Fire Marshall.

“WHAT?!” They did it again.

“Would you two stop that?” I glared.

“Sorry.” They replied.

I snorted, “I give up.” They smiled at each other, but stayed quiet waiting for me to continue as Harper drove on. “It's a long story.” I cautioned.

“It's about an hour drive.” Syd informed me. “We got time.”

Hey everyone!! I'm new to blogging so forgive me if I leave out a link or a pic.  I'm used to fb doing everything for me lol.  I'm Kejsi (Pronounced same as Casey)  and I'm new to the author ring.  Please check out my author page on Amazon at amazon.com/author/kejsimiller. 

I've written 3 books so far!  Well two and one short story.  The first titled "Coming Out".  Don't be fooled by the title.  This isn't some sob story about my coming out story, about how hard it is being gay in today's society.  No, this book goes way beyond that, although there is that element.
This story is about a girl named Syd who comes out to her family as straight in a world where the norm is to be gay.  And boy are they not hearing that, so they ship her off to a "cleansing center" hoping to kink her back up.  Well, she isn't having that and breaks out, meets some new friends and basically becomes fugatives zipping across the country.  See for yourself the trouble 4 young adults can get into. (A lot of adult language in this book!!! and some intense situations)  
http://www.amazon.com/Coming-Out-Kejsi-Miller-ebook/dp/B00KPXKPLG

Next up is a short story called "Crossing Paths".  It's a story about a girl called Lu who finds herself in the middle of a four-way junction, having to choose paths that lead her to unwanted memories, worst fears, and things she never thought she'd have to face all to find the right path in life.  To help guide her she meets Dee, a quirky "fairy" that both annoys and intrigues her. But will she let down her walls to let her help her find her path? 

http://www.amazon.com/Crossing-Paths-Kejsi-Miller-ebook/dp/B00PPZZPDC (also available in paperback)

And last but not least (So far anyway) has been my baby... 10 years in the making finally up.. "Which Way Is Witch?"  Now I don't want to give to much away for this story but this is about two best friends who find out everything they've ever known is not what they've believed. The world of make believe they thought only was in their heads as children was actually real and they get thrown in the deep end! They get thrown into a world of magic and shape-shifters and have to fight for their lives as well as themselves. I encourage you to go on this journey with Drina as she learns about herself and about her best friend Jilly as she finds out Which Way Is Witch.
http://www.amazon.com/Which-Witch-Road-Reishan-Book-ebook/dp/B00Q1M95CA (also available in paperback)