RELEASE DAY: Ever Tempted


I’ve been waiting impatiently for this day for months. Ever Tempted released today September 27th, 2016. It’s on sale for $0.99 at most venues. It was a fun novel to write as I continued the story of Cole and Allie. Their lives were so hectic in Ever After. They deserved a few chapters of peace. (Spoiler Alert.) Though Ever Tempted is filled with romance, they still have to contend with the ghosts in their past.

A few interesting tidbits about Ever Tempted.

*Set in a hotel room in Tennessee, the five houses and mansion on Pym Island in Victoria, B.C., Rollins Manor in Tennessee, and Rotherwood Mansion (a reportedly haunted, uninhabited mansion) in Kingsport Tennessee.

*The telepathic twins in the Cursed Series, Shelby Renee Moss and Kaitlyn Elyse Moss, have a witch friend named AnnaMarie. In real life, my daughter’s name is Anna Marie, my oldest daughter is Shelby and one of her school friends is Kaitlyn. Originally the twin’s names were to be Chance and Chasity. These two real life people helped me edit the first editions of the Cursed novels and deserved the highest of recognition, but my publisher asked me to change their names because I had too many ABC names–names that started with those three letters. It was too late to change the hero and heroine’s names because the publisher had already started marketing using Cole and Allie.

*The original names of the Cursed Series Books were: Curse of the Crescent Moon, The Secret Place, Infinity, Charmed, and Born Again. Of course, they were changed to make the novels more marketable.

*Ever After’s first original scene before the editing process was Allie riding in an airplane to Tennessee.

I’ll share other tidbits in other posts, but I thought you’d like to have some of the inside details pertaining to the production of the novels. I love to watch the production extras of every movie I attend or rent at home and love to learn about the early stages of production of the novels I’ve read. I thought you might, also.

Stop by and pick up your copy of Ever Tempted Book 2 of the Cursed Series at a reduced price for a short time longer.


Other books available by Odessa Gillespie Black

EVER AFTER Book 1 of the Cursed Series

EVER BOUND Book 1.5 of the Cursed Series




Stress…The Road to Nowhere

I normally operate better under a deadline. I love having a lot of things on my plate. I guess never realized how much stress deadlines and having a lot of things piled on me affected my health. 

With my new heart problems, it looks as though I’m going to have to slow down a bit. Prioritize. Delegate so responsibilities to some of my older children and more capable family members, and even say no to some of the social events I like to become involved with.

While I was down resting and getting my heart rate under control and destressing, I felt useless and empty. My elderly father tells me from time to time that he feels the same way. Useless. Now I can relate. Not being able to enjoy doing the things you love because of your health can get you down. Make you feel like you’re in a pit of nothingness.

So we’ll both have to find ways to feel productive and not overdo it. Taking one day at a time instead of a thousand things at a time seems smarter.

So today I set out to be more organized and not let things pile up on me. And if I have to say the occasional no, the world won’t end. 

Waiting to Exhale

The night before last, I was enjoying a quiet evening with my family when my heart went into ventricular tachycardia. I honestly thought I wouldn’t see another day. While I went in and out of consciousness, it lasted seven-and-a-half minutes.

That was troublesome, needless to say. Scary as hell, honestly. But the biggest problem was getting an appointment with a cardiologist. I almost died in my carport, the hospital said I needed to be seen by a cardiologist asap but my doctors office took all day to call me back just so I could get an appointment with them because they have to refer me to a cardiologist. It kills me that the cardiologist can’t just take the hospital’s word for it. So between now and when the cardiologist finally sees me, I’m more stressed. And the doctor wanted me to free myself from stress. Makes no sense…

What Doesn’t Kill Me…Continued

Ten years later, Brant is out of his coma. He had to learn how to walk, talk, feed himself, and virtually grow from a 29-year-old infant to a man again. And boy am I ever proud of him. We went through so much in the last ten years that no one thought we’d make it. But we did. And it was all with the help of God.

Brant went through three weeks of rehab.

He was supposed to be in there for 3 days for every one day he was in the coma and in the bed after the coma. That amounted to about 60 days total. So, 60 times three should have been ninety days in rehab learning how to walk. Not to mention all the other motor skills he had to regain.

Our first week out of rehab to visit church on Sunday, I rolled him in, in a wheelchair.

The second week, he walked into church and made it to the front pew.

Imagine the hoots and hollers of joyous church members. The roof was raised off the place. And all because Brant trusted in God. It was one of the most amazing sights we’d ever seen in our lives. He’d done the impossible. But All things are Possible with Christ who Strengthens Me, Brant would say.

During the years after, we never lost sight of whom we were to be thankful. We knew without God in our corner, we’d have never won that battle.

As I’m writing this, cars honk as they go down the road. They are people we’ve helped over the years who signal hello by honking three times when they go by. It’s a thing we do.

Over the years, we’ve housed over 39 teenagers without the help of government assistance. We’ve done without a lot so that other’s could learn our story. We let them in because Jesus let us in. And he saved us. Not just once, but twice. Now those children are grown and they stop by. They still call us Mom and Dad. Their mothers and fathers weren’t available due to the sad instances of drugs, alcohol, or neglect, so we became their adoptive parents in a sense.

The cute little honks we get almost every day are from the few who don’t have time to stop just yet, but are on their way to work. The honk is a promise that they’ll be back to visit later that evening or week. And they always come back.🙂



WordPress Meet and Greet – All Bloggers Welcome

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This is a great way for bloggers to reach out and blog someone!

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Well this is the third post I have done like this so far and I have seen some great connections. I’ll keep doing these off and on and I think they provide a great way for “active bloggers” to network. This post now has over 2,000 active bloggers waiting to connect in it. I encourage anyone looking for new blogs to view or people to converse with to browse through the comment section and network.

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Ever After Giveaway!


This week I am giving away a signed copy of Ever After to two lucky winners. All you have to do to enjoy the first novel in the Cursed Series is:

  1. Like my Facebook Author Page.
  2. Share my Facebook Author Page on your wall.
  3. Answer this question in the comment section of my blog: What is your favorite book or movie, and why?
  4. Post your email at the bottom of this blog with your answer or, if you prefer, private message it to me on my Facebook Author Page.

The drawing will take place on Ever Tempted’s RELEASE DAY: September 27, 2016.

Good luck and happy reading!

Below is an excerpt from Ever After:

Two oval-shaped, emerald eyes emerged from the overgrown thickets beyond the gate. Three feet away, a waist high cat crept closer. Its head was twice the size of mine. Its lip curled up. One razor-sharp tooth could have sliced straight through me. Its black, shiny coat shimmered in the moonlight. It stopped, all four muscular legs locked, twitching.
I took one step back, but the cat’s triangular head lowered as it put its weight on its back haunches. A low, guttural growl rolled over in its chest. Moonlight glinted off its eyes as it narrowed them to slits. The monstrous cat sauntered to my left. It halted. Holding lifelessly still, my breath burned in my lungs.

In a long black fluid movement, the cat turned toward me. It took one step and halted, lowering its head to assess me. Tilting its head as it took me in, it growled again.

I tried to inch back, but stopped when something dark and shadowy slinked across the ground between us.

The cat lunged.

I tried to dart to the left, but stumbled back. The cat’s long body stretched and soared over me as I tumbled backward down the embankment. I stopped rolling and slid on my stomach, but the momentum I’d built drug me downward. Rocks and exposed fingers of roots scratched my stomach and tore my nails as I grasped for something, anything to hold to.Rocks and dirt broke free from the embankment landing on my shoulders. Every tree root I grabbed for snapped causing me to slide more.

I scrambled and dug at anything I could to slow my ascension, when an arm scooped from nowhere and brought me to a stop. My nails dug into flesh as I scrambled for sturdy hold.

Hot, irregular breath washed over my face as my slight frame slammed into the long body of a human, a male.

He leaned in with me toward the embankment, grasping me firmly to his chest. His strong arms eased me down to a firmer footing. When the moonlight gave me partial view of his face, the air was sucked from my body. The smooth planes of his face weren’t possible. High cheekbones, a clenched jaw line, and a pair of perfectly set apart eyes were haloed by wavy brown hair that brushed his cheeks. And he held me so close, our noses could have touched.

I clenched taut forearms that were perfectly capable of tossing me fifty yards with no effort.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you, now. The screaming is really unnecessary,” the red lips said in an accent I couldn’t place, though I’d heard it before. A serious, aggravated, expression creased the stranger’s forehead.

Breathe. I had to breathe or I’d pass out.

He loosened his grip on me and turned me to face the embankment.

Out of his embrace, air was colder and breathing was more difficult. I didn’t like it.

The young man wiped his eyes and surveyed the roots beside and below us. He grimaced and placed my hand on a sturdy tree root. When he turned back to me, he locked me into a gaze that could have melted titanium. For a moment, the space between me and this mysterious stranger thickened with electric, sizzling air. My lungs stopped burning, and my heart stammered.

“Can I have my hand back?” he asked his body stiff under my touch.


Reluctantly, I flexed my fingers, releasing him from my grip.

The stranger gently placed my other hand on another root. He left his hand over mine for a second and turned that unsettling gaze back to me. He shuddered slightly and tensed away from me. His words sparked a flame of embarrassment in my cheeks. “Now would you try not to get yourself killed if I jump to the pond edge and guide you down?”

I nodded.

“There, put your foot on that rock.” He nodded to a white stone that jutted like a bony elbow out of a wall of red mud. “You should be able to find a rock for each step almost to the bottom.”

I took a deep breath and noted where he’d jumped and landed with perfect ease. I was still four full body lengths above his head. Pressing my body closer to the embankment I used the dirt wall to support my forehead. I inhaled and exhaled trying to slow my heart.

“It’s not that far now. Just ease your right foot about two feet down. You should find the loop of a root to stand on,” the guy said. In a few seconds, he’d guided me as far down the wall as I could go without having to jump. I couldn’t use anything else for footing. “When you jump, push back from the wall. Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I promise.”

That voice. It reverberated inside me. My head swam. I gripped an unstable root. A stone under my foot loosened, and I began to slip. I pushed back from the wall.

Expecting to meet with the ground, my grateful arms shot around the guy’s neck when he caught me under my back and legs. Hot tears burned my cheeks. I buried my face in his shirt.

He put me down but kept me in the loop of his arms. His grip didn’t loosen immediately. “Can you stand?”

That accent. Where had I heard it?

The air thickened and the night sounds silenced.

His arms were vice grips, heart slamming against my chest. “You’re going to have to walk.”

My cheeks burned, and the tears dried. I stepped out of his arms as a searing pain spread through my hand.

He started to say something, but stopped. A jagged rock had slashed my palm open. He took a deep breath and held it as blood splattered the ground. It covered the front of his t-shirt. Stumbling back, he stuttered. “We should get that,” he turned away from me, “cleaned up and bandaged.” His voice was monotone. But his face said it all. He didn’t like blood. He stepped farther away.

“It’s just a little blood,” I said and started to the pond. Just as my fingers grazed the water, he grabbed me by the waist and jerked us both back where we toppled onto the ground.

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I hoped you enjoyed this tidbit. Read Ever After to see what happens next….


Writing: For whom are you creating the story…

When you lose sight of who you started writing for, it’s not hard to lose your focus and find yourself chained up with a bad case of writer’s block.

There are many days I find myself staring at a blinking cursor. If I wallow in self-pity long enough eventually I ask myself who I’m writing for? If I try to write for me, I tend to get stuck.

When I remember that I wanted to share a story with as many people as possible, that I’m not just writing to entertain myself, the juices start flowing again. I start getting excited and words start to flow.

I also remember not to edit while I’m writing and just let loose. Editing comes later. Write the bones of the story, and add the meat later.