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FREE KINDLE BOOK! Indelible
Starting today through 6/18, Indelible is available for FREE as an ebook through Amazon!
If you enjoy fantasy, supernatural, romance, adventure, and want to read a new and amazing epic tale, take advantage and grab your free copy right now.
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– J.E.DiPalo
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Indelible: About the Novel
Corbin had lost his way in a literally ‘dark place’ until he met Christine. She turned his life around for the better. Now, the dreams he’s had since they met are more than just the weird dreams ordinary people have. As their relationship grows, and other strange events occur, she tries to convince him to believe his dreams are clues about his past life, but he doesn’t want to believe because of their dark and terrifying nature.
When she is taken, Corbin learns how the dreams of fighting, falling, and flying are connected, and more about his past. He joins forces with allies in hidden realms to get Christine back from her abductor. His mission to find her leads him to extraordinary worlds where the realms of myth and legend meet the supernatural – and he has played a major part already. He has sworn to go through Hell and back to find her, and he may have to do just that.
The novel contains fantasy, epic adventure, paranormal, fallen angels, dry humor, a car chase… everything except sparkly vampires. Indelible leaves an everlasting impression; an Indelible mark on the soul. Although memories may fade, true love endures.
Check it out and pick up a copy! My website, jedipalo.com has a download for a Free Sample of the first three chapters AND one of Corbin’s dreams.
Divided, Book 2 and the namesake of The Divided Series, is currently a work-in-progress and will be released in Fall 2017. I will make an announcement to all of my followers before the release date and offer a giveaway!
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Divided; After the Battle (Work-In-Progress)
After the battle, Corbin and Gabriel stand alone.
“All is still. As if the world has stopped breathing,” I said.
“Peace that follows battle is a futile peace. It is time to count dead and to assess which side stands closer to the win,” Gabriel said, looking amongst the fallen. “There are no winners in a battle. Only those who remain unbroken.”
“Unbroken?” I said. “No one in a battle comes out unbroken. Uninjured, yes.”
Read more in Divided, my novel TBA, Fall of 2017. Visit jedipalo.com for updates!
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J.E. DiPalo
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Losing Furby: A Crazy Cat-Lady Story
Alas, Cancer has claimed another victim. I’m not going to go in-depth about how cancer took my baby and how it should be eradicated from space and time. We all know it should be by now. I am simply writing a memoir devoted to my sweet friend.
Furby, April 2004-March 6, 2017
How I will miss Furby, I cannot even begin to describe. It has been ten days since his soul left this earth, and my mind just cannot reconcile the loss. The fact that he will never meow across the house when I call for him, fall asleep on my arm when I sing to him, or force Paws to beg for food [by jumping onto my head and pawing at my hair until I wake up at 6am]… is too hard to believe. (I know for a fact it was Furby making Paws do that now because he hasn’t done since he passed.)
Until ten days ago, our family consisted of a 1:1 cat to person ratio. Lily is John’s, Paws is Cole’s, and Furby was mine.
Yeah, boo-hoo for me – I know, but we’ve had him and Lily since they were abandoned at about 5 weeks old – barely weaned from their mother.
Synopsis of ‘Why We Were Meant To Be’
John, my then-fiancé/now-husband, and I were talking a month before we got married about getting two kittens. We also had a POS 1966 Ford Mustang (previously black/rust, pictured below) that we made a deal over: If we found our two kittens the next day, we
1966 Ford Mustang in Wineberry, A Retro-Mod Beauty with John at the wheel, using up the last of a full set of tires in a putrid cloud of on-road glory.
would paint the car red. If not, it would be blue (my choice).
People overuse the word ‘literally’, and it drives me up a wall, but we were literally in his truck the next morning, on our way to the SPCA to look for our kittens, when John got a call from his dad, asking if we wanted two kittens. Gary, a friend from his parents’ neighborhood, had gone out on a motorcycle ride to Hernando Beach that morning and found a Bud Lite box that had been left by the side of the road with three kittens in it. A man and his son stopped and said they would hold onto the box for him to come back with his truck, but they wanted one of the kittens.
Baby Furby and Lily
Gary and Jean had the little fluff-balls at their house when we arrived a half-hour later. Jean had named them Pansy and Lily. I was already playing with Jasmine and Lily… so I kept Lily for “my kitten.” John renamed his to Furball: Furby, for short.
Two things happened in the coming weeks that shocked us a little:
1. We took them to the vet and found out that Lily would be neutered, not spayed, as we originally thought.
2. After their surgeries, Furby came to me when his bandage came loose and his incision began to bleed.
Thus, Lily became Mr. Lily (the vet’s office loves when he comes in to visit because he’s such a sweet, feminine little guy;-) ) and Furby became my cat.
Somehow our kittens found us.
The day after Furby passed, John asked if I wanted to repaint the Mustang “a beautiful shade of blue”… but I got my deal.
If we had not gotten Paws (another random miracle), I fear Lily would be leaving us very soon as well, heartbroken from the loss of his brother. Apparently, he is supposed to stick around with us for a while. And so you know, don’t feel too badly for me not having a kitty to cuddle… John gets claustrophobic when Lily tries to sleep next to him. Every night. So he comes to me and snuggles. Every night. (Also, spoons may be a more accurate term than snuggles.)
Karma has paid me a huge advance by giving me these Fur-babies
I have a lot more to contribute until I am paid-up and can’t hope for any greater fortune than the love of Furby’s sweet little soul to remain in my heart, and the blessing of Lily and Paws to stay with us for as long as we can hold them. Sadly, even Karma cannot defeat cancer.
For Furby, I so feared that we would have to make the choice of when to take him to the vet’s office to put him to sleep, but I watched as the choice was made for us last Monday morning when he had a stroke and his body gave out over the following two hours. Whatever it is that controls us – be it fate, God, or biology – somehow knew that I would be unable to make the decision for him, and was kind to all of us in that we were able to be together when Furby passed. I had a strange feeling just before his stroke that I needed to stay with him a little longer, then John brought Cole home from school. Otherwise I would have gone on with my day and we would have lost him without realizing.
Although I will always miss Furby’s chubby “pom-poms” (his lighter-brown rear haunches) running off into another room, I will remember him until after the inevitable Alzheimer’s kicks in. His name will be the last one I’ll forget, and I know he is always in my heart. And now, a little part of his story is in your heart too.
My boys: Lily (top left), Paws (top right), and Furby (not sure why this looks Photoshopped).
Please rescue an animal in need. If you have the heart, they’ll provide the love.
Thank you for reading Furby’s story.
Yours,
J.E.DiPalo
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Me. A Pictorial Perspective.
There are many first-world problems that we already deal with: bedtime, waking up, running out of chocolate, raising kids, how Twitter works, No-See-Ums, etc.
Low self-esteem does not help with any of the daily aspects of being human. Sometimes, I feel like a multiple personality disorder is necessary to survive, but I am not a good actress. I cannot be what I am not, though not for lack of trying. I am a kind person who wants to be friendly and help people. Except, at what cost?
I feel like people look at me in public as if I am either this:
Me. How I think I am seen. Like, WTF is that thing?
I know exactly why they’re looking at me like that… My self-conscious conscience tells me, “I’m not dressed nicely, my face is fat, and my fingers look like bratwurst. Why didn’t I put on my earrings, at least?!
Nobody is going to be interested in whatever you have to say because you sweat excessively and are just plain weird. You don’t think like them. Look. They’re already bored.”
Then this version of myself appears:
Me. Hiding.
I wish I could vanish into absolute nothingness.
Me. Wanting to be seen.
When I try to get attention, I seem to have the amazing power of INVISIBILITY:
At the deli counter, for instance. They call my number…. “Why can’t the person looking for the next-in-line see I have my hand up in the air, waving at them?
And why in the F*** did they just take the next person??”
What I really want out of life… is to simply be seen and accepted as an introverted woman who is not going to be the life of the party. When I do talk, I do not want be interrupted by those around me who can’t seem to stand being listeners. When I talk, what I have to say tends to be important and relevant to the conversation because of my quiet observations. I can be funny too. Only… not many know.
When I write, I feel like I can do ANYTHING.
Me. The Author… patiently waiting…
My mind works in such a way, that I feel a superpower finally kicking in – no longer invisibility. FLIGHT.
Maybe I blend in with the rest of the world around me, but I will strike out with words, lashing and clamping on until I feel like releasing. The more I write, the more visible I become.
My characters develop in such a way they become living people. Emotional attachments begin to grow between the reader and the characters. Or if they’re not meant to be liked, well, you’re really not going to like them and they will give you plenty of reasons not to. The realms become part of the physical world. The theories and ideas are plausible.
The story is no longer just a ‘story’.
Someday, I hope to accomplish this and finally be free of the restraints of the daily invisibility, loneliness, and degradation. Until then, maybe you could help by reading my book and see why I will one day become the Viper.
By J.E. DiPalo
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