Your Opinion–Please! YA or Adult Fiction?

Bloody knifeI need to walk away from my current work to get a fresh perspective, so in the mean time, I started to write a new book, a serial murder story. At first I thought it was too violent for young adult readers, but then when I thought of all the death and blood and gore in Hunger Games and Harry Potter, it didn’t seem so bad.

 My question is, should I keep this for a Young Adult audience or switch it up to a mainstream adult thriller?

 Here’s a brief excerpt from the first page. 

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“Hey, the elevator is going down to the basement! Did you press the wrong button?”

“Oh, crap!” Jenna’s eyes flew open, and her confidence dropped with the elevator.

“I hate the basement. It’s so creepy,” Carley moaned. “You know they don’t like us going down there.”

Jenna punched the number two button, but the decrepit elevator continued its descent.elevator buttons “It’s not like anybody wants to go down there in the first place.” She tore her eyes from the lit-up button marked with a one and stared at her friend. “I know I pressed two when we got on the elevator.”

“That means someone must have called for it from the basement!” Carley said. “Who do you think did that?”

“Calm down. It’s probably just Mr. Fieldsgate. That old janitor is no one to be afraid of.”

“I don’t know…”

“You sound like a baby. Just like Abigail. There’s nothing down there!” Jenna said.

The elevator shuddered to a stop, and Jenna gulped at the lump in her throat. She tapped the button for the second floor several times in quick succession.

“They think we might get hurt tripping over something in the dark. That’s all,” Jenna whispered, and her bravado faded into nothing as the doors slid open.

Each girl pinned herself back into the corner, and Jenna slowly reached out and pressed the ‘Close Door’ button. Nothing happened, but then the doors finally started to slide close. The girls exhaled, but two large hands, gnarled and bloody, reached into the elevator and pushed the doors apart. Jenna and Carley gaped wide mouthed, but neither could utter a sound. Carley glanced at her friend, whose round fearful eyes mirrored her own.

Scary SkeletonThe hands disappeared, but not a second later, from the black engulfed basement a carcass tilted forward. Crimson covered the back of its knotted gray hair, and the body splattered halfway inside the elevator onto the floor. Guttural sounds gargled up the girls’ throats, and screams finally let loose at the sight of the old school janitor.

His bulging eyes stared up at Jenna, as frightened in death as she was in life, and his mouth had dropped wide open to his chin, just like Carley’s. Blood saturated the front of his pine green one-piece uniform. Carley held both hands fisted prayer-like against her mouth, unable to speak.

The doors slid closed but bounced open as they hit the legs of the graying corpse. The moment the doors fully retracted, they drew toward the janitor’s body again. This time, battered hands latched onto the metal edges of the doors and pushed them open. Carley wailed and tucked herself hard inside the corner as a man peered at her with red facial scars curving like a chaotic map over half his face. Only one eye moved as he dragged it over Carley, then he glared at Jenna, who pressed her back into the handrail.

He growled when he spoke, more like an animal than a man.

“Well, well. What the hell do we have here?”

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What do you honestly think? Should this be written for a young adult or adult audience? Other murders in the story will include adults, both male and female, maybe another student. Please feel free to comment on the content, too. Thank you!

7 things I wish someone had told me when I was binge-eating

Carole Avila:

Excellent reminders on eating disorders!

Originally posted on Happy Eating Happy Living:

To honor this year’s Eating Disorders Awareness Week I’d like to share a few insights that would have really helped me while I was binge-eating. If any of this sounds familiar, please know that you’re not alone and the best thing you can do for yourself is to reach out to me or anybody else for help.

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Eating Feelings

Carole Avila:

Healing from sexual abuse at my blog, Healing Through Awareness and Self-expression. Today it’s about Eating Feelings.

Originally posted on Healing Through Awareness & Self-Expression:

My father died close enough to the holidays which made it easy to justify eating lots of homeCookies baked treats, primarily carb laden scones and cookies as I dealt with the emotional experience of loss and grief.

All my life, food has been a twisted psychological solution to stuffing my emotions and protecting my body from abuse, but of course stuffing never worked. Instead of insulating me from problems and keeping me safe, the fat was like the lid on a pressure cooker with a valve that kept me on the brink of exploding with negative self-talk and self-defeating behavior.

So knowing this, why do I keep returning to the negative and destructive behavior pattern of stuffing my body with food it doesn’t need or want?

ChildrenAside from the obvious—that food addiction is what I know and must somehow make me feel comforted—I think I convinced myself that to not have food meant deprivation…

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Nana Prah takes Love Undercover

I am pleased to promote a new release by my author friend, Nana Prah. Her book, Love Undercover, is thoroughly entertaining & is ON SALE for 99 cents!

LoveUndercover_BannerLove Undercover by Nana Prah
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Women’s Fiction (Sweet, Multicultural)
Publisher: Black Opal Books

NanaPrah_LoveUndercover_800About Love Undercover:

The last thing she expects is to fall in love with a prison guard…

Hotshot Secret Service Agent, Sarita Cerez is thrown into a medium security prison—for work. Her job is to protect the daughter of the president of South Korea. She never envisioned making friends with illegal immigrants or falling head over heels for one of the guards. Now the clandestine activity, which is integral to protecting her charge, may destroy her only chance at love.

He’s never fraternized with the inmates—until he met her…

Matthew Carter always plays by the rules, which includes maintaining a strictly professional relationship with the inmates in his charge. But when Sarita saunters onto the unit, all bets are off. Her status as a deportee with a permanent ticket to Columbia means they can never be together, but try as he might, this doesn’t stop him from risking his career for her.

He’s a man who values honesty above all else, and she lies for a living. Can two people from such different worlds find any common ground?

BookExcerptAs they walked down the first flight of stairs, Sarita’s breath caught when she glanced at him. She missed her footing and would have gone head-over-ass down the steps if he hadn’t grabbed her.

The heat emanating from Matt’s body seeped into her. “Thanks. You saved me from a nasty fall.”

“You are so beautiful, Sarita.” His whispered words feathered over her cheek.

She moved forward as his lips came down on hers in a crushing kiss. The impact brought tears to her eyes and a whimper to her throat. He eased the pressure. She took the light pecks as his apology.

She desired his passion over such teasing gentleness. Her hand moved to the back of his head and held him against her mouth, opening for him as his tongue thrust in. She hung onto him for fear of tumbling down the stairs.

Swinging her around, he lifted her onto the railing, wrapping her legs around him. His hardness met the juncture of her thighs. The need to feel more of him suffused her. She rocked her hips and squeezed him closer when he moaned.

The sound of whistling broke through the haze. She eased her feet to the steps and they continued down the stairs as if she hadn’t been about to rip off his shirt.

She held onto the railing so her wobbly legs wouldn’t slide out from under her. She chanced a glance up and saw the camera. How could she have forgotten where they were?

He looked back at the space they’d just vacated and raised an eyebrow. “Blind spot,” he whispered. “Didn’t you know?”

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How a Silly Movie Changed My Life and Inspired Me to Travel

Carole Avila:

Because we can all use a bit of inspiration…

Originally posted on The Nomad Notes:

INSPIRATION comes in many forms. It could be a quote you read, a tweet, a book, a film, a picture, or maybe something a stranger once said to you. It’s important to find the inspiration in something, even if it isn’t intending to be inspirational. My favourite feeling in the world is when I’ve just been inspired. You get excited inside and you feel motivated. You feel like you’ve just committed to something. It puts your mind on the future and gives you a goal. As odd as it sounds, one of the most influential and inspiring moments of my life was when I watched a silly film. A slapstick  comedy which was meant to make you laugh, had a really, really great message behind it.

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Yes Man is silly comedy flick starring Jim Carrey and Zooey Deschanel, adapted from the book of the same title by Danny Wallace. The book is…

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Make 2015 a Year of Action

Elizabeth Morgan

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Thanks to Elizabeth Morgan’s blog, “Not Just a Stiff Upper Lip,” I was reminded of the importance of why I write. In the past few months I’ve put unnecessary pressure on myself to start generating an income from writing as I compared myself way too often to other authors.

I succumbed to preconceived notions, mine and others, of what it meant to be a successful author, and let myself feel I was only successful if I could generate an immediate income. My outlook sucked a lot of the joy out of the writing process. Book sales are obviously important, but I made that more important than my actual work.

Writing gives me pleasure and I don’t want that to change.

Even writing my emotionally charged non-fiction work on the effects of sexual abuse gives me satisfaction. Book Covers

This year I will relax in the writing process, shifting my focus from what others are doing income and content-wise to concentrating on my own ideas. The most important change I will be making is to express gratitude more often for not having to work while I write my stories.

What will make your goals/dreams more successful?