The shoes didn't fit. It was an omen.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

CONTEST!!!! Giveaway, and a Diddy

Authors for Oklahoma have their first set of bundles up for their giveaway. Peeps are to make 10 dollar donations into the Crowdrise link, which helps us keep track of who is donating. And they need to state in the comment box what bundles they would like to be drawn for.***GO HERE FOR THE GIVEAWAY


I finally figured out how to put a page together at FaceBook. Yay! I’m so proud of myself.

Anyway, if you wish, you can go and LIKE me at Author Shelly Arkon Books and Stories. You can also find details on how to win a signed copy of Secondhand Shoes.



Killer Stilettos is the next book in the Lila’s Journey Series. Its coming along nicely. I’m working on the rewrites and connecting the dots. Not to mention, some of my characters are revealing some mysteries about themselves.

I thought I’d share a diddy:

Out of my right peripheral, something dark but transparent moved.

“Um…no.” I swallowed a hard lump along with another hiccup, squeezing his hand. “Can we go back to my room now? Please.”

“Mi amor, its okay. They’re dead. They’re not going to hurt us.”

Something clamored to the floor. It sounded like someone had dropped a pot.

I jumped, but it didn’t seem to faze Julio. He pulled us deeper into the room.

Another shadow crossed over my vision. It had an obvious head, neck, torso, arms, and legs. What ever it was, it wasn’t a deceased person.

The crowd of phantoms grew thicker around us.

“What do mean?” Julio cupped my chin and gently pulled my face toward his.

Crappity-crap-crap-crap. “Don’t you see them?” My hiccups were coming on steady.

“See what?” Julio pulled us between two body bags laying on separate tables. “All I see are body bags.”

More dark figures appeared, they were surrounding us. Somewhere beyond the double doors, the sound of heels clicked slowly against the tile. The noise stabbed my eardrums.

My stomach did its intuitive pinch while a pair of bright yellow stilettos flashed into my head. “We’re in trouble.” It didn’t help my mom’s face popped into it next and then Oshun’s. I hiccupped against his lips. “We need to go now.”

The heels clicking against the floor stopped.

I glanced over my shoulder.

The large double doors we had passed through, flew open. Oshun appeared all wild-haired dressed in a tight-fitting yellow dress, standing in a pair of bright yellow stilettos.


I hope everyone is well. I’ve been busy. I’ve barely been around to read blogs. Apologies. A lot going on. But Sweetman is doing much better. And thank you all for your prayers and well wishes. August, he’ll be going for his scans to see if he has stayed cancer free.

Hugs and chocolate,



  1. Great to hear you're making progress on the sequel, Shelly!

    Heading over to make my donation now. :)

    1. EJ:

      You're totally awesome. Double thank you.

  2. Hopefully we'll have all of the bundles posted in a few days.

    Love your diddy, Shelly!

  3. Still praying for Sweetman and the Killer Stiletto sequel sounds funny too! Congrats on being so prolific and able to juggle so many things like the fundraising effort for Oklahoma and the hair loppings and two blogs and Hairball and Poopsie, etc. OMG, I'm tired just thinking about your life!

    1. Evie,

      It is tiring. I'm exhausted most days. But I push until I burn out. I think you all have figured that out about me.

  4. Nicely done. Yes, I had Liked your Page.

  5. You've figures out FB now explain it to me. I really need to make some changes and put my stuff up there.

    Congrats on the book and the second in the series sounds intriguing!

    1. Thank you, Yolanda. As for Facebook, its more friendly than Twitter. Drop me an email if you have questions.

  6. I'm scared of FB, so will keep following you on your blog :). Cool excerpt there.

    1. Facebook is a monster with creepers for sure. And thank you.

  7. Great excerpt Shelly! I'm glad that Sweetman is doing better!



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