Center Lane to be included in IWSG Anthology

My short story CENTER LANE has been selected for the IWSG Anthology TICK TOCK: A STITCH IN TIME.  Look for the anthology this spring!

Check out the announcement, here!

Thank you IWSG for this opportunity! I’m thrilled to be joining these other authors in this anthology!

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To our Service Members on this Memorial Day

A heartfelt thank you to the members of the armed forces who gave their lives to protect our country and our freedom.

We honor your bravery and service every day!


The Star-Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key

O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ‘In God is our trust.’
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave

Signs of Spring…Signs of Hope


Happy First Day of Spring! The air is cold but smells of spring….smells of hope.

The snow still covers the ground in some parts of the Northeast, but the tippy top of the yellow bulbs in our yard are emerging through the soil! The small pink buds on the maple trees are bursting too. Even the sun is preparing, shifting higher, as if readying itself for all the summer gardens it must feed.

These new inklings make me want to do the things I love. Reading a book under the tree. Feeling the rush of the wind through the open windows. Watching the late night stars brighten against the sky.

All signs are getting ready for the beauty of spring. Are you?

Book Breakups are hard to do!


Saying goodbye to a good book is hard. Really hard. Sometimes gut wrenching!

When I become submerged in a good story, I connect to the characters and hop into their life journey. I learn what gives them superpowers, and what scares them in the dark. I want to read at every free moment… over coffee, waiting for doctor appointments, and at bedtime. And sometimes, gulp, even over dinner. This can go on for days, sometimes weeks, and then it comes time to close that last page and say goodbye. At eleven years old, I can still remember finishing the Little House on the Prairie series and wondering how I’d make it through the rest of the summer without my friend Laura Ingalls Wilder. We’d go to Plum Creek together daily!

As an author, I spend countless hours creating characters (or them telling me who they are!). In my latest novel The Dark Path, Parker Stillen’s journey was tough, and this reflected in his not-so-great choices that put him in the middle of a murder. When I typed The End, I immediately missed Parker in my ear. This guy would get himself in a mess, and tell me to get him out of it. Like I could! Time and time again, I had to tell him no. He had to figure it out on his own, so he could grow. Is it wrong to just want him to be happy?

But alas, I’m ready to send him into the world and share his roller coaster with others. I’ll miss him and his journey.

Have you read a character that you’ve missed well after closing the book?

How Do I Love Thee?

Love is in the air today.  This beautiful sonnet “How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning was written in 1845 during her courtship with writer Robert Browning. Enjoy and celebrate all the love in your life! Happy Valentine’s Day!


How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

What is Evil? Author Kristina Rienzi explores in new release Breaking Evil

I’m thrilled to welcome Kristina Rienzi to my blog! I had a chance to talk with Kristina about her new suspense Breaking Evil, the second book in the Ensouled Trilogy and sequel to Choosing Evil.


Can you tell us about how you came up with your idea for The Ensouled Trilogy?

The question, “What is evil” sparked the inspiration for The Ensouled Trilogy. I wanted to explore what it meant to be evil through multiple character viewpoints. By forcing the main character, Serafina to repeatedly examine her true nature throughout the trilogy, the lines between good and evil blurred until they seemed invisible.

What was your favorite part of Breaking Evil (Ensouled Trilogy, Book 2) to write?

I loved writing the action scenes, and there are so many of those in this book! My favorite scene, which applies to all the books I write, is the climax. The rise of action and energy is intoxicating to me as a writer. I never want the climax to end!

I really enjoyed the twists and turns in Choosing Evil, your first book in the series. What can we expect from Sera and Damon in Book 2?

Sera and Damon are on a supernatural thrill ride In Book 2. They’re wavering between two worlds, and deciding on a moment to moment basis at times, where they stand. This story is action packed and for a good reason: Sera and Damon are on a mission to save lives. As the truth is revealed, they can’t determine whether demons or humans are worth the sacrifice.

Do you listen to music while writing? If so, what are your go-to tunes?

I don’t listen to music, but I always have “The Twilight Zone” (1960s version) on in the background. I know all of the episodes by heart, so I don’t need to watch them, but their tone sets the stage for me to write with twists and suspense in mind. It’s my signature writing tool, along with a pot of coffee!

I’m looking forward to reading more! Can you tell us what project are you working on now?

Thank you, Christine! I’m so excited about my current project. It’s a sci-fi thriller called, Among Us. In this story, we meet Marci Simon, an English Professor with an undying curiosity about the existence of intelligent life in the universe. When Marci is given a classified government document with the proof she’s always wanted, she embarks on a quest to share its content with the world. Soon, she’s on the run from the ESA and a mission to reveal the truth before the proof, and her life, are extinguished forever.



Excerpt from Breaking Evil

Time was of the essence. Sera burst out of her room and into the hallway and raced down the long corridor. As she reached the winding stairs, she opened her mouth to scream that she was coming for Damon. But before she could say anything, a booming crack silenced her. It bellowed loudly. 

The noise stopped her in her tracks. She had no idea where the sound had come from. Dazed, she froze in her steps and looked around, trying to identify its source. What was that? Her blood pumped fast through her system. When she took her next step, an excruciating and undeniable agony came over her. She had been attacked.

Stars swirled and danced in her vision. Everything dimmed.  The back of her head throbbed. The pain pounded in her skull, making a ba-boom sound over and over again. Without further warning, her body gave way, and she dropped fast to the hard floor. As she fell and desperately tried to right herself, she spun on the perfect angle to see the reason for her unfortunate circumstance. He loomed over her, poised for a further assault. 

Her attacker was a dark, blurry figure. He watched her collapse with his small beady eyes glaring at her from the holes in his black mask. While the hunter’s face was obscured, his smile gleamed brightly in the dimly lit house. Sera could have sworn she heard laughter. It was a note higher than she anticipated. She noticed the hunter’s right arm; he was positioned ready to strike. He wielded a giant baseball bat, which had just connected with her head.

“What the…?” Sera’s rage metamorphosed into energy, thrusting through her like a roaring and violent storm. It readied her body to respond to her attacker.  

The hunter pulled his arm back slowly until it was raised high above his head. He paused, a cocky move, meant to intimidate her.

Unwilling to fall victim to the masked assailant, Sera summoned her supernatural strength once again and pushed herself off the floor to face him. In a flash, he twisted his body and swung the bat toward her. Sera hesitated a beat too long, just enough for the demon hunter to get his wish.

She had been mere inches away from an upright stance, when the bat, in full swing, connected with her cheekbone. The impact sent Sera careening backward until she slammed up against a wall.

For seconds she teetered on the edge of the top stair.  Finally, she lost her battle with her balance and slid off the wall. To save herself, she took a leap, high into the air. But nonetheless, her body tumbled and crashed down the steps of the grand staircase.

The fall felt as if it lasted for minutes, but only seconds had passed. Conscious as she experienced her soar through the air, her body twisted and turned as it made its way to the bottom of the stairs. Without warning, her head smashed violently onto the marble foyer entrance. Everything faded to black.

About author Kristina Rienzi


Kristina Rienzi is an American author who has been writing in some fashion for several decades. In 2014, she achieved traditional publication for her debut novel, Choosing Evil (Ensouled Trilogy, Book One), and has since independently published, Luring Shadows, Twisted, and Winter Road. Her latest novel, Breaking Evil (Ensouled Trilogy, Book Two) will be releasing soon.

Professionally, Kristina has been active in the writing community as a member of several organizations such as Mystery Writers of America, Sisters in Crime and International Thriller Writers. She has also served as the New Jersey Romance Writers Literary Book Fair Chair and, most recently, the President of Sisters in Crime-New Jersey. Kristina holds a Masters Degree in Psychological Counseling and a Senior Professional Human Resources Certificate, working in both fields throughout her business career.

Personally, Kristina is married and doggie mommy to Pekingese and Shih-Tzu pups. Although a New Jersey resident, she dreams of one day moving to Hawaii and living the ‘Aloha’ way. When she is not writing, she spends her time reading, watching paranormal investigations, rooting for her West Virginia Mountaineers and relaxing with her loved ones, wine in hand.

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