I am really excited to share this new release - The Never by Kristina Circelli. It sounds SUPER good (I am a huge fan of Peter Pan!) Check it out and please go pick it up for your ebook reader (paperback soon to come!) I know I will!

“Out of nothing, we create something.”

Arianna has spent her entire life being called a dreamer, an artist who created a world no one else can see. And for her entire life, she has taken the medication that keeps that world – and the one who brought her there – at bay.

Now an adult, Arianna reawakens that part of herself kept locked away in the darkest corners of her mind. When she hides her medicine from her fiancĂ©’s ever-watchful eye, he returns – the shadow in the night who collects her for an adventure known only in her fantasies.

But something is different about this world called The Never. It is no longer the cheerful place filled with light and laughter that she knew as a child. Now, the sea creatures drag their visitors into the depths of murky waters. The natives battle to the death against the tribe of children. And the pirates, led by the feared captain called The Hunter, seek out Arianna for their own sinister plans.

As Arianna goes deeper into The Never, she discovers just what her connection to the land means – and must choose between her life rooted in reality, and the world where anything is possible.


            They say that in time, we all must grow up.
            Keep your feet on the ground. Get your head out of the clouds. You dream too big. Such words force us out of childhood, out of our dreams, and into reality - if we let them. While our bodies may grow up and our minds may mature, our imaginations transcend the meaning of time.
            To say that I grew up would be the truth. To say that I stopped dreaming would be a lie. My love for writing was born out of dreams, both waking and sleeping, that took me to worlds everyone else said could never exist. Perhaps this life is too limited in its possibilities, or maybe it is our lack of sight that keeps us from truly seeing.
            You might even say that writing was, for me, an act of rebellion. Mermaids aren’t real? People can’t fly? Luck dragons are made-up creatures? Well, let me prove the many ways in which you are wrong. In books, there is no such thing as “impossible” - and that is what I love most.
            The Never took hold in my mind many years ago, a story of what happens after we grow up, but cannot forget our dreams. Some of you may recognize its origin, the long-ago told tale of magic, or you may have heard my endless chatter about the boy who never says good-bye. The Never is not a story of what happens next, but rather, what happens when one woman decides to stop believing in the limitations around her and instead believes in herself - what she can do, what she can see, and what she can dream.
            It is an unfortunate reality that we all must grow up. But, The Never has allowed me the rare opportunity to step back into a childhood that was all too short and be among the stories that keep my dreams alive, even during those pestering waking hours.
            Even now, I am the one who stays on shore for fear of sea monsters. I am the one who looks for faeries in the flowers. I am the one who is terrified by the thought of being possessed, yet still hopes to meet a ghost or alien. I am the one who lives in The Never, if only in my dreams.
            I hope you too enjoy the trip into the impossibly possible, and in the end, let your dreams take flight.
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Prologue - A Child Dreams

            The child sat with her arms crossed, green eyes staring vacantly at the woman before her, mind and imagination in a world not of this realm. The woman, frustrated and bored, watched the girl carefully, tired of this game.
            A clock ticked in the background, a steady tick, tick, tick of time that did not exist for the child, but drove the adult to her last frayed nerve. Not even the tranquility of her office, purposely decorated to best set every heart at ease with soft colors and peaceful seascapes, could ease the tension in her shoulders.
            “Arianna, we have been through this,” the woman said, speaking the first words of the day. Her voice sounded too high-pitched and nervous, betraying the stern expression her face had settled into. “You cannot keep lying to people. People don’t like lies.”
            Those green eyes shifted ever so slightly, latching on to her in an eerie, unsettling way. The woman’s breath caught in her throat, making her next question sound almost frightened. “Can you tell me why you make up these stories?”
            The girl hardly moved when she answered. “I don’t tell stories. I tell memories.”
            The answer only annoyed the woman more. “Memories of what?”
            “Of the land I dream of.”
            “And where is this land?” At that, the girl unfolded her arms and slowly raised a hand, curling her fingers until just one was pointing toward the ceiling. “Up? Where is up? Heaven?” The girl only lowered her arm and narrowed her eyes in a way that told the woman exactly what she thought of her. “And who showed you this place?”
            “A friend.”
            “Does this friend have a name?” The child didn’t answer. “Is he nice to you? Or does he tell you to do bad things?” Another blank stare. “Are you afraid of him?”
            “I’m not afraid of my friends.”
            “If he is a friend, why does no one else know him?”
            “No one else can see him.”
            The woman smiled softly, gently touching the girl’s arm. “Because he does not exist.”
            “Because they have forgotten how to see,” the child retorted, bitterness in her voice. “He only comes to those who still believe in magic.”
            “I see. And who told you to say that?”
            “I think for myself.”
            The woman sighed, rising to her feet and gesturing to the girl to do the same. “Magic is for children who cannot think for themselves, Arianna. It is time to grow up, and forget these stories. Then you won’t have to see me anymore.” The green eyes locked on her once again, sending a chill down the woman’s back.
            “I see you always. But you never see me.”

            The girl allowed her mother to tuck her in that night, obeying the soft commands to brush her teeth, put on her pajamas, and slip beneath the sheet. Bedtime was the best time for her, the time when dreams came, when she was visited by memories.
            Her mother, a beautiful lady in every sense of the word, pulled up the comforter, smiling down at her daughter. “Tomorrow is a new day, sweetheart,” she said, kissing her on the cheek. She held out her hand. “Here, take this.”
            The child looked down at the small blue pill, taking it in her slender fingers. “What is it?”
            “To help you sleep,” her mother replied, handing her a glass of water. Not a trace of anger or deception filled her words, as she was a good mother, one who knew what was best for her only child and refused to show distress. “So you won’t have to visit your doctor anymore.” As expected, the oath had her daughter eagerly swallowing the pill, never knowing what truths would come of the broken promises.
            “Will I sleep better now?” the girl asked, settling down against her pillows.
            “You will sleep like an angel, my beautiful little Arianna, with silk wings and a long, flowing white dress.”
            “Will I dream?”
            “Of all the most wonderful things in this world.” Her mother leaned over and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Sweet dreams, my love.”
            But on that night, the little girl didn’t dream at all.

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<3 Ardisone
Hello everyone! I feel a little nervous introducing myself for the first time, but I am thrilled to be here! I am taking on the Bailey name of our author pen name, Bailey Ardisone. 

I am so excited about our new blog and The Sweet Series books!  It has been such an amazing ride writing Sweet Oblivion, the first book in the Sweet Series, with my sister. We both have had such a blast creating the story and becoming first time authors. I am so happy that my sister has found a love of writing.  <3

I sincerely want to thank every person that has helped us put Sweet Oblivion ‘out there’. Even though my sister takes on the role as Bailey Ardisone through Twitter and Facebook, I follow all the posts and read all your comments! It’s truly amazing to be in the same circle as such wonderful people! Authors, bloggers, readers, and even our critics...we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you! 

Writing has always been a dream of mine, and even though I wrote short stories growing up, I never could have imagined actually writing a novel (along with my sister) and publishing for people to read. I have been truly ecstatic at the reviews Sweet Oblivion has been receiving. I am so happy that many of you liked it, and even LOVED it! Believe me, my sister and I were jumping up and down (yes, literally!) when we read the first reviews we received for Sweet Oblivion. 

One of my most favorite pastimes is getting lost in a book, submerging myself in the author’s story and envisioning the words coming to life. Finding a ‘great’ book you can lose yourself in, is truly a treasure. Thus, because I want to feel that way when I search for books to read, I sincerely hope that Sweet Oblivion provides that escape for readers as well. I want our story to come alive and while you escape the real world, even for a short while, I hope you can enjoy yourself in the world we created. That’s what it’s all about!

As my sister previous stated, please join us as we share our thoughts, struggles, battles,  joys, and all around journey as we write our first series! As newbie’s or New Kids on the writer’s block, I want to send a special Thank You out to all those who have supported us! 

~ Bailey
Okay. My house is SERIOUSLY lacking TLC....every night I say to myself, "I'll do it tomorrow for sure."

And then tomorrow night comes...and I go, "Oh, yeah. I was supposed to clean that..."

Ugh!! How does one juggle a full time job, a dog, 2 bunnies, a husband, AND writing/promoting? All you authors who release multiple books a year...gasp! :O

*claps* Bravo!

I can barely publish one in a year. So, I tip my hat to you.

I have dozens of my beloved tv shows to catch up on too! And don't even mention my to-be-read list.....it keeps growing and growing.

My hair - oh god. It is a fright. I haven't gotten it done in WAY too long...

I do miss the days of reading all day and night; whenever I want, as long as I want. But, I love writing. I absolutely adore expressing the scenes in my head and putting them down on electronic paper. That is what makes it easy to forget about housework, cooking and eating (cuz who needs to do that, anyhow?), watching my fav shows, taking care of my hair, and reading books (gasp! I know, blasphemy!).

I will get to you someday my precious bun buns! Please endure a messy pen area just a couple more hours....tomorrow I am SURE this time.

<3 Ardisone

Nilla, Padmé, and Zero
It is officially Wednesday, February 27th. Tonight at 9pm EST my group, Indie-Licious, will be hosting a Twitter Chat! It will be my very first one that I will be participating in. The topic of discussion is about sex in Young Adult novels. I am hoping we are able to talk about other things also though, because I am just too excited about being able to interact with people! I would love to talk about anything and everything.

So, please stop by and have a chat with some Indie Authors! Use #Indielicious so we can find you =) See you there!

<3 Ardisone
I miss Chicago like crazy, I cannot even describe how much. However, one good thing about Florida is the sunsets. And since it is now 6:49am and I'm still awake....I must say today's sunrise is particularly nice as well.

Happy hump day!

<3 Ardisone
I realized something recently; I am not a writer. I admit it. I didn’t grow up thinking I would ever be the next big professional writer. I do not pride myself on knowing perfect writing grammar or proper sentence structure, such as where to always put the commas, and I enjoy starting a sentence with the word “And” and “But”.

No, I am not a writer. Yes, I co-published a book, but I am still not a writer.

I am a story-teller. I see stories and scenes in my head playing constantly like a movie stuck on Play. I never thought to write them down or pursue making them anything but what I considered constant daydreaming while listening to music.

But alas, my husband kept pushing me to try. I took one of my ideas and dwelled on it. It developed into what you can read today with the first novel of a series, titled Sweet Oblivion. Does it have perfect grammar? I’m not sure. That isn’t the point. I don’t want my books to be ‘perfect’ (don’t get me wrong, that’d be awesome - but nothing is perfect). I don’t want them to be stiff and proper - I want them to read like the characters are talking to you personally. I want the story to entertain you and to speak to you. To stick with you after you finish the last words. That was my goal and I hope more than anything that is what I have achieved. Please forgive me for lacking in the perfect grammar department. To me, the point of a good book is the story. Some do not agree. For that, I apologize for not fitting the bill.

No, I am not a writer. I am a story-teller. I am an Author.

Please join me and my sister (she’s the writer in the family), as we share our personal thoughts, struggles, battles, joys, and all around journey while we write our very first series. Thank you for reading!

<3 Ardisone