Found Cover-second edition  I’ve written a lot since I released Wlia: Mothers of War Trilogy. Heck, I’ve re-written Wila so many times I almost want to count the revisions as new books as well. I’ve gotten good reviews and the only complaint seems to be my lack of proofing the book. Each time I receive a review or email from a fan about my lack of ability to find the errors, I have mixed emotions because I have literally read the book no fewer than ten times and still, I just can’t seem to catch everything. I do know I proof read like I write…fast. There is no defense, I can only say, each and every time I will strive to do better because readers deserve no less.

Oh yeah and grammar. I do receive the occasional comment on grammar. I write like I talk (speak???) and I have poor grammar. Working on it.

Anyway, before I write about the revisions I’ve made to Found I’d like to thank everyone who have read or will read or is reading the book. When this all started I didn’t think it would become an addiction but it has, and with the kind words and glowing reviews (in spite of poor editing and grammar) I write almost everyday. It’s inspiring and rewarding in a way I never imagined. THANK YOU!

Found: Second Edition. I received a few emails, facebook and blog comments about the second book. The book was always meant to be three and I have about half of the second written but was sidetracked by five completed books and three unfinished ones. I’m a little scatter brained when it comes to writing and I find myself dropping one story to start another, but after making a move from Cali (California) to Ali (Alabama), I decided to finish book two, titled Guardians. But before that, I decided to try and find all those errors that plagued the second revision. In fixing those I decided things needed to be changed, taken out, or just added brand new, which made me release it, not as a revision, but a second edition. It changed how the second one will turn out, but that’s a different story all together. Anywho, I read, re-read, tweaked out the book cover, and uploaded to Smashwords, the new edition last night and will keep my fingers crossed that it is better. Check it out and let me know.




Once upon a time….

A note from me


The first book that was mine, really truly my own, was a book of fairy-tales that I’d received as a birthday present when I was about nine or ten—I think.  It included Rumpelstiltskin, Puss in Boots, Rapunzel, Jack and the Bean Stalk and Why the Sea is Salty. There may have been others but my forty year old mind doesn’t remember what they were. My love for stories goes back further than that. My mother read to me and my sisters long before that book of fairy-tales, which started the love affair for all her girls. We’re all mothers now and our children love to read. What a great legacy.

My favorite book fairy-tale is The Twelve Dancing Princesses and my favorite movie fairy-tale is Cinderella. I don’t care who made it or the different versions, if a movie has been made on the premise I love to watch it. Everyone knows the story of the kind girl forced to work in her own home as a slave to her evil step-mother and sisters, but not everyone has read about the dancing princesses.

I don’t know when I started thinking of Lupa as a fairy-tale, Now they’re called paranormal romances or contemporary romance. Is it because that sound more grown up? More modern? Well, let me be the first to call a spade a spade. I like the word and I’d be honored for anyone who reads this book to walk away and think of it as a fairy-tale. I do. There’s bad language and a few steamy scenes but anyone who’s read the original Grimm’s fairy-tales know that there’s a little watering down going on in the studios of Walt Disney. Not for language or sex, but kids being boiled alive and eaten by trolls and birds flying down and eating the evil step-sisters eyes is pretty disturbing too.

I started this story the summer of 2012. It was not a book about werewolf; it wasn’t even a paranormal book until I was about a hundred pages into the original writing. You see, I was obsessed with young adult paranormal romance novels when I decided to write my first book. This story started out the second story I’d ever sat down and tried to put to paper. I loved the first line. “I woke with humidity already wreaking havoc on my slightly overweight body.” It’s not the first line anymore but the whole story came from that one line. The sentence popped into my head and hours later I had the beginnings of a manuscript. I got side tracked, wrote a couple of other books and went back to this story after the new year of 2013. I still loved it. Loved it more than the other stuff I was writing and so I decided to dust it off and finish it. The only problem was I was now into werewolves, where when I’d originally wrote the book I was into fairies and had already incorporated fae mythology into the storyline. Silly person that I am thought I could just find and replace fairy with werewolf.


The manuscript was 78,000 words. I tossed about half and a werewolf story was born. It only took me a week to finish. 113,089 words in five days! What can I say, I love a good story, even if I’m writing it and this was so much fun. The story is fiction of course. I don’t know any werewolves personally. But some of the characters I may have borrowed from my childhood. The main character started out me (remember it didn’t start out a paranormal romance) and ended up a whole different person. I’m glad. I like Marie Elizabeth Josette Freeland.

Okay…so there are two things in the story that are really from my life. One is the story of Josette’s name screw up.  I love movies, books and am obsessed with all royalty not just the British one. And I wanted my son to have a distinguished and powerful name, which for me meant more than the measly two we’re ordinarily given by our parents. The formula was simple; a family name, a name from a character in a movie and one from a book. I named my son Reuben Thaddeus Osiris Odum. Reuben is my grandfather; Osiris is the Egyptian god of the underworld (I first read about him in Queen of the Damned by Anne Rice)…and Thaddeus? Thaddeus is the name of the father of the main character in the movie Boys in the Hood.  If you’ve seen the movie you know his name is Furious. What can I say? I should have done some fact checking on that one. I wouldn’t have named my son Furious anyway; although Hrothgar (Beowulf) and d’Artagnan (The Three Musketeers) were in the running. No shit.

The other true story is about the fork in the water with an electric charge. My sister called me in the kitchen one day and asked me to pick up a fork lying on the countertop next to the sink. I knew something was up. It took me a long time to reach over and try. But I did and I was shocked. After allowing me to try to figure out what the hell was going on for a few minutes my sister finally pointed to the frayed cord of our can opener lying in the puddle of water the fork was sitting in. I don’t know how we got the fork out but it’s a good memory I have of my sister.

Last but not least…I hope.

I’ve been told I tell a good story. I’ve been told this by several people for awhile now so I’m going to have to agree. Anyone who know me knows that when I’m confident in something I’m the first to toot my own horn. Being told I’m a good storyteller makes me want to duck my head, kick the ground and say “Aww shucks,” while blushing a nice bright red. I’m not quite sure why.

But I do know why people would think so, or rather, why I am. It’s because I love a good story of course. And I when I tell a story, other peoples story, be it a book or a film or an episode from a TV show; I want people to get as excited as I was when I was watching or reading it. I want people to cheer the good guys, I want them to hate the villain and cry when true love is loss or found. I want people to want to go home and watch the move or pick up the book or research the subject matter, as I do all the time. Which leads me to—the story itself.

I like history and I like mythology and legend. I know as much as the next average man does about werewolves. But I wanted to add something else. Something that, for those people like me who like to read any and everything; would make a person go to their computers and pull of character names to read the real story.

Odin, Thor’s father, had two wolves Geri and Freki. If you want to know the rest you’ll need to read it on your own. You’re welcome.

 I can’t end without saying something about Stephan King. I’m a fan. Enough said

First two thousand words

featherClick here to cut to the chase:

Guardians, is part two of the story that I always thought of as a trilogy in my first efforts to write a book. Ambitious, I know. But I love the saying: Go big or go home.

The first book, The Mother’s (title later changed to Found) was redone shortly after its completions when I realized I could do better. I did, in my humble opinion. I immediately started part two. 77,000 words in I was side tracked by the idea of great sci-fi book about an immortal.  I’m completely fascinated with the story of Henrietta Lacks and her miracle Hela cells, so much that I started to read everything I could find on all the advancements of medicine since their discovery as well as cellular genetics. It’s fascinating stuff. Every element of it from, Dr. Otto Gey’s invention of the roller drum used to grow the cells, to Tuskegee University (then Institute) involvement in mass production of the cells, to how scientist were able to map genes because of them.

Okay. I could go on and on, the point being is that I stopped writing part two of Found to start on a book that is currently titled The First Immortal (I am standing firm regardless of my husband’s obvious disapproval).

I read every day and when I’m not reading I try to write at least two thousand words every day. Most of the time I even make it. This is as per Stephen King’s suggestion in his wonderful writing bible: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft (that’s the last reference of the great Mr. King; I promise I recognize I have a bit of a problem). Lately I have been drawn to the genre of adult paranormal romance. It took the place of the new love of contemporary romance that took the place of the once loved young adult paranormal romance. So The Blackdagger Brotherhood took the place of Fifty Shades of Grey that took the place of Twilight. I have read more than thirty books in the last four months of this particular genre.

I have also in the last four months almost completely stopped watching television which allows me to read almost constantly, when I’m not doing other mundane daily task such as: cooking, eating, bathing and peeing.

On one fine evening, while sitting on my couch next to my completely ignored husband and equally invisible son, I was reading one of the recently discovered Breed Series books by Lora Leigh. Book seven…or sixteen…maybe it was book three (I read them out of order, they’re stand alone books for the most part), when I had an AH HA!, flashbulb over the head moment. I had an idea for a story.

So at this point I think I can safely assume, without making an ass out of you or me that we all know what time of book Fifty Shades of Grey is. Barnes and Nobel has it under Fiction, Romance but let’s not sugar coat it, its erotica. And if Fifty Shades of Grey is soft core, The Blackdagger Brotherhood is XXX. This is what I have been reading for the last few months and this is the type of book my idea was for.

For five days writing the story consumed my every waking minute. The first day I wrote clean through the night and well into the next day and when I went to sleep, I swear to God, I dreamt about it. I could do nothing else until I finished it and finish it I did. Two weeks it took me. Two weeks to read and then do a first edit before I sent it to two others to read to tell me if it was any good and what changes needed to be made before I post it. My husband calls it my secret book because.

Which brings me back to Guardians, I know, you thought I’d never get to the point.

I had all but given up on part two. I love the story, I just got stuck. I could have become unstuck if my head was not clouded by so many other ideas for stories, better stories. I was resigned to walk away from it indefinitely until… I received a message from a woman who’d read Found and wanted to know when the second book was coming out.



Complete and utter SHOCK.

I will never forget the feeling. It was better than my first profit sharing check I received at my last job (and that was HUGE, the feeling and the check, at least for me the money seemed like a lot for someone with no college education and started at 10.00 an hour…different story different time). So I opened the unfinished word document, printed out a copy and sat down to reacquaint myself with the story.

Instructions given by he who will not be named were that when writing it was best not to look back. Unfortunately when the going gets good for me I tend to forget what it was I wrote. So many days I sit down and have no clue what’s next only to find my fingers flying across my keyboard after the first few words are typed. I don’t know if this is common but that’s how it is for me. After reading the first few pages I decided it was…GARBAGE.

To date I have written two full books, two partial books that each are over 70,000 words and a short story. What I discovered, which I read would happen by he who will not be named and confirmed by my husband’s reading of the initial 2,000 words of my book The First Immortal, is that I have gotten better.  Guardians, was my second attempt and as I sat in by bedroom, with pen in hand I could only get through maybe 10,000 words of very bad writing. My very bad writing and so I started over today.

I sat down this morning after dropping my kid off at school, and with page one of the unfinished manuscript next to my computer I started from the beginning. It’s a good story, I spent months researching folklore and religion and history in preparation. I will be finished and it will be good. If not for me than for that one lady who took the time out of her life to not only finish my first book but then like it enough to actually want to read more.

Like I said before, I may not ever be famous. It’s almost guaranteed I will not, but I’ve discovered in the last year that I’m pretty good and spinning my own tale, in addition to telling those of others.

I like the idea of positing the beginning of my stories. I’m always amazed at the first glimmer of an idea that holds so much possibility. The first words that can take you away from the mundane of the everday to place that is…well…magical. The link will take you to the first 2,000+ words of Guardians. ENJOY!

It was worth every single word

fireworksHello Ms. Wells I just finished reading your Found book and couldn’t find when the next book was coming out ?
Found was a fantastic book !!
Words can not express the joy I felt when I opened my email and found the above comment that was not from friend or family member.
I am finishing up with a second book that my husband has named “the secret book” and the comment has made me go back to finish the second book of the Found trilogy. The title; The Guardians. The book cover; a done deal. I am seventy thousand words down in a book that will be about ninety to a hundred when done. I should be finished in a month.
I may not ever be famous, may never be known by more than a handful of people who download these free books. But I will forever be grateful to each and every person who take the time to read my stories.
Thank you.

For the love of writing

writer Anyone who knows me also know there’s nothing I love more than a project. My only problem is the lack of completion of said project. Examples include but are not limited to:

Silk ribbon embroidery – Seemed like a beautiful, eloquent and loss art. The original project was going to be a set of linen napkins for my mothers christmas present. This was four years ago. I made one napkin. But I did purchase about 100 spools of ribbon.

Sewing – This was not a total wasted project I did make two gowns for my newborn twin nieces and two dresses for myself. But I also purchased countless patterns (VOGUE no less) that are sitting in a drawer. The sewing machine purchased is covered and hasn’t been touched in a year or two.

I do like to make and complete custom gift boxes. So there’s that.

When I decided to write a book. I did weeks of research (The research is as much fun as the writing in my opinion) on the subject matter. In Found (originally Wila: The Mother’s of War Trilogy) I wanted to incorporate tons of folklore and religious custom and practices from all over the world. For me, a person who loves history, I love it when I come across something in a book that has me stopping to goggle something. Thank goodness for the nook table which allows me to do it right then and there.

In the last several months since Found. I started the second book titled Guardians, I write 2,000 words a day as per instructed by Stephan King. I also got on a reading jag that consumed my ever waking moment from October to December so I got a little sidetracked but I think I kicked the habit at the first of the year.

The problem is. In the middle of writing Guardians (I have about 70,000 words) I got an idea for a sci-fi book. It is based on HeLa Cells. For those of you who don’t know about HeLa Cells let me fill you in.

Scientist took cervical cancer cells from Henrietta Lacks. These cells were the first discovered immortal cells, meaning they can live outside of the human body. This allowed scientist for the first time to work with human cells. They are the reason the polio vaccine was finally made. Since then vaccines and medicines from Cancer to AIDS have been made using these cells.  They are the truly modern medicines miracle. She is without a doubt the most important person in history. I am astonished that I did not know of this woman before stumbling across the story. The injustice.

Any who, The book covers a hundred year time span where a scientist working with the newly discovered immortal cells anciently creates the first immortal human through cloning. Sounds good? I think so. I just hope I can do the story justice. The title of the book is The First Immortal. I have about 10,000 words so far.


I also had an idea for a contemporary romance novel that involves a love triangle were the main character falls in love with two best friends, while having an office affair with her boss who turns out to be an all drug cartel assassin. This book I finished writing in a week, and currently has about 90,000 words.

Three books. Stories. plots. characters. research. All bouncing around in my head. So many things to write, I wish I had that machine from the Tommyknockers. The main character, Bobby, finds a spaceship on her property. Bobby is able to create a contraption that allows her to write while digging out the space ship. It sure would be a handy little sucker instead of digging I need something to write one book while I work on another.

I like reading. I’ve always loved a good story. I love what a good book does for the soul. I also discovered I like writing. Okay, I love writing. I use to tell other people stories and I am delighted to find I have my own to tell. I just hope that my new project doesn’t end up like so many others.

I received my email from a reader on Jan 3rd. I’m ecstatic. As soon as I finish proofing the new romance which I have yet to title. I will go back to Guardians. The First Immortal will have to wait.