#RocktoberMusicFest ♫ “Cry, Little Sister” – The Lost Boys Soundtrack

I may have mentioned almost every day a couple times this week that I’m dedicating this last run of October to straight-up Halloween songs. Just not the actual Halloween song; you know, the one that plays every time Michael Myers comes on screen? Yeah, that’s my sister’s ringtone every October. Well, it’s between that and Rob Zombie’s wife screaming bloody murder.

Yes, the Darkside runs in the family.

Speaking of… NINETEEN (yes, 19) years ago today, I gave birth to my oldest son. His due date was actually the 30th and I may have secretly been hoping for a Halloween delivery, but I’m glad that didn’t happen, because he got to wear the cutest black cat infant costume for his first Halloween party – at 6 days old. Hey, you gotta start ’em young! 🎃

So, in honor of my eldest’s birthday today, I have chosen one of his favorite movie songs of all time: “Cry, Little Sister” by Gerard McMann from The Lost Boys soundtrack. As I mentioned before, he totally takes after me when it comes to music and likewise, movies.


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Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!


This month has been a sorrowful one for my family. On my birthday (12/12) we lost my grandma. We are gathered together today to celebrate the family we still have and to remember those who came before to teach us the importance of cherishing every moment. Not many can say they got to spend 40 years of their life with a grandparent, and for that I feel extremely blessed. My grandmother was a woman always ready to share a humorous story, with an open heart who loved being  ‘mom’ and ‘grandma’ to anyone willing to let her bring them into her life.

Though it is with a slightly heavier heart this year, I want to wish all the friends I’ve made here a very Merry, Merry Christmas and a Wonderful New Year! I hope the holidays bring you lots of love, family fun, laughter and warm memories with those who mean the most to you.

And here’s a virtual toast to 2018 being much kinder to all of us!

❤ A.C. Melody

My Review ♥ Free, a novella

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My Review

Title: Free, a novella
Author: Felicia Denise
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Length: Novella
Rating: 5 ‘s

I first started reading “Free” on Felicia Denise’s website and like all of her readers, I was captured, pulled right into the highs and lows of the main character’s story. Lennie and her memories are so real, I felt as if she’d taken me by the hand so I could walk beside her, a silent witness to the ‘walk-through’ of her life. I was so happy when the author decided to turn this into a novella and even more thrilled with the promise for more!

Though shorter than I wanted it to be, don’t let the size of this *Ahem* prequel, fool you. It is cleverly stuffed to the point of overflowing with emotions; good, bad, ugly and joyful. So, stick some Kleenex in your pocket, grab a glass of wine and meet Lennie on the threshold of the Porter House on Linden Lane, because this is not a read. It’s an experience.

Lenore ‘Lennie’ Porter is every woman. She’s not perfect or overly flawed, she’s just human. A loving daughter, supportive wife, successful entrepreneur and dedicated mother. Her story is all about the joys, hardships, tragic loses, mistakes, fears, illnesses, frights and turning points that brought her to the present. Simultaneously, it’s about those little moments within the bigger ones, that become the linchpins of future outcomes. Those moments of regret, revelations, tough choices and self-honesty.

The memories she shares are full of family bonds, endearing friends, and a cowardly bully of a husband. Most revolve around her three sons and range from laugh-out-loud humorous, to heartwarming, to downright heart-wrenching.

I honestly can’t say much more without completely spoiling it, but if you are a reader who enjoys learning all about another’s life through their eyes, then you will love Free! This is not a romance – though, I am really, really hoping that will come next – and it’s certainly not a fairytale. This is one woman’s journey back to self, through the realistic obstacles life throws in her way. Or perhaps, it’s merely the beginning of a discovery of the woman she’s hoping to become…I’ll leave that up to you to decide.

In a final note about this novella, I can’t end without expressing that Felicia Denise’s style is such that even her antagonists don’t get to just exit stage left without evoking some kind of empathy from her readers. To take a clear picture of bad and turn it into something a little more human is sly, underhanded and brilliant. It’s a true talent to nudge the emotional table off center for the reader with such a brief insight. Yet, in less than a page, it happened. You’ll just have to read it to believe me!

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The Elusive Pokemon


Yep, that looks like my goofy boys. image source: keyword-suggestions.com

Ever since I packed the kiddos up and moved to this lovely area we’ve called home for the past 3 years, they’ve made a lot of friends around the neighborhood. Friends that started out as guests and have quickly become family. They camp out in my living room, play my video games, watch my Netflix, share their jokes and rapping skills (some are really good!) – in short, it’s always fun times around here. I feel blessed to be considered the ‘cool’ mom to this large assortment of kids, mostly boys and a couple girls, ranging in age from 13-18. They even sometimes cook, sometimes clean, wash their own laundry – with a little push from the stern side of cool mom 😉

Hey, this is an equal opportunity household!

There are 2 very important things I’ve learned as the mom to a neighborhood of teenagers. 1: Always have food and drinks on hand. 2: Keep a can of Febreeze in every room. Especially if your kids are athletes!

Knowing I was going to have a couple extra kids over, I begrudgingly went grocery shopping, so no one would go hungry. Now, I am admittedly a carb-junkie. You can have your ice cream, candy bars and donuts. Stay the hell away from my coffee and potato chips! As it turned out, my 2 extras turned into 4 + the 2 I gave birth to, and I learned something very interesting this past week: How much food 6 teenage boys can eat in less than 48 hours.

The answer is: ALL OF IT. (aka what a family of 3 could live on for a week).

To include all of my cheddar cheese Ruffles. 😐

“Who ate all my chips?!”

“Not me!” x 6.

I guess it was that elusive pokémon no one’s caught yet. That little shit also dirties all of the towels and dishes, drinks out of the milk carton, never replaces the empty toilet paper rolls or seals the cereal bag and leaves dirty socks all over the living room. I’m going to call him Teenboyachu.

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“Washington Rallying the Troops at Monmouth” by Emanuel Gottlieb Leutze

David Robert Ewan Alexandre Dunn

How you carry the dead beyond their tragic end, and through the passages of time. Infused in your flesh, weighing your heart, they are the essence of your blood. Was it an unfair burden laid upon your innocent head, or an honor bearing pride? We have one thing in common, dear DREAD, neither of us might exist if not for the fate of our kin.

We come together every Memorial Day to honor the memories of our fallen soldiers. Some of us have short lists, some of us have lists that span beyond the American Revolution. I am of the latter, but this year, I would like to remember an entire family. A soldier who survived the most significant war in American history, only to lose all five of his sons – and give new meaning to the word Dread forevermore.

Revolutionary War veteran Cornelius Bradley of the Sixth Maryland Regiment under Colonel Otho Holland Williams, fought in the Battle of Monmouth under General George Washington and was discharged on March 14, 1779. Upon which time, he migrated his family into a new territory now known as Kentucky. Once they were warned about dangerous Native raids in the area, Cornelius left his wife and children in order to prepare for an immediate move into the secured Block House, where they would be safe.

His unfortunate timing put him too far away to save his family, but not far enough away to miss the fact that they needed saving. Desperate, he went after the nearest help, but by the time they arrived at the cabin, Cornelius’s tragedy had already been dealt. All five of his sons, from his eldest boys to his babe in arms had been brutally cut down by the invaders. His wife lie scalped, stabbed and barely breathing after being forced to listen to her infant son being murdered right beside her, unable to stop it from happening.

Mary Bradley was slowly nursed back to health. A silver plate was placed in her head to protect it due to the scalping. She and Cornelius eventually had three more sons following that horrific day. And the first was designated with the death of his five fallen brothers: David, Robert, Ewan, Alexandre and Dunn.

It is significant that the initials of this son’s name spell “Dread,” a word which seemed to describe the tale of horror that had befallen the family. — History of the Bradley Family, Daughters of the American Revolution Library

D.R.E.A.D. (David) Bradley is my great x5 grandfather. He was the son of a Revolutionary War veteran tasked with the burden &/or honor of ensuring that his brothers were never left behind with their massacred bodies, but carried forth into our family history. Children and grandchildren who had their own families in turn. Bloodlines still thriving two hundred plus years later and going strong.

Entire generations that came within a shallow, faint breath of never existing.

This Memorial Day, I don’t just remember the soldier, Cornelius Bradley, who fought for my freedom alongside our Nation’s founding fathers – I give thanks to those whose lives, choices, sacrifices and tragedies enabled each and every breath I take – and those of my children. Be it for your freedom or your life, somewhere in history a soldier deserves your gratitude, whether you realize it or not. Today, I give thanks to all of mine.

In Memory of the Bradley Family

Cornelius Bradley
Mary Bradley
David Bradley
Robert Bradley
Ewan Bradley
Alexandre Bradley
Dunn Bradley
D.R.E.A.D. Bradley
John Bradley
Hiram Bradley

Born Fearless


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I remember being so fearless, I convinced the meanest, most stubborn mare in the world to let me ride her… bareback. (I think I just out-stubborned her).  I spent all my time barefoot, running at top speeds down gravel driveways, through pastures of wild daisies, eating Huckleberries and Blackberries right off the bush and conning stray, feral cats to come home with me no matter how many scratches I earned for my efforts.  I’d spend hours exploring the woods with no sense of direction, whatsoever.  See that plant right there with the pink and red streaks near the bottom growing next to the fence?  That’s going in my mouth right now, because nothing beats fresh Rhubarb, except for maybe Rhubarb pie.

If someone was mad at me, I confronted them right away.  If I thought someone I cared about was doing something wrong or harmful to themselves, I spoke up.  Unless it was in the middle of a Tornado, then they couldn’t hear me.  Mother.

I never backed down from a dare or obstacle, I found a way.  Wonder who I go that from… 😐

There was nothing better than riding in the back of my daddy’s pickup truck on a hot summer day or fishing tadpoles out of the drain ditches on the side of the road.  Laying across the yellow lines to watch the clouds dissipate and form.

With the help of my family, I climbed to the very top of the capital building, even though I’m so afraid of heights I get nervous watching someone else on a step ladder. Yes, it is different than flying or climbing trees and mountains, I just don’t know why.

There will always be a wistful longing inside of me for that fearlessness I had as a child. Too bad it’s a product of ignorance; the price you pay for wisdom and experience.  I’ll only ever know it in my memories now, because I’m a parent and nothing can turn a brave soul into a worry-wart faster than becoming a mom or dad.  On the bright side, I’ve had years of watching my own kids enjoying their time in the midst of that liberating fearlessness.  Now, they’re in the “I am a teenager, therefore I am Invincible” stage… but that’s for a whole other post. 🙂

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FREE E-book Giveaway ♥ Into The Crossfire by: Cindy McDonald!




TITLE – Into the Crossfire
SERIES – First Force Series Book #1
AUTHOR – Cindy McDonald
GENRE – Romantic Suspense, Romance, Military Romance, Black Ops
PUBLICATION DATE – August 4, 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 240 pages
COVER ARTIST – Dawne Dominique

Into the Crossfire Secret Cravings


It had been four years since ex-Navy SEAL, Jack Haliday, had an explosive run-in with a biker gang wounding their leader, Gunner. During those years Jack had acquired everything he ever wanted: a beautiful wife, an adorable daughter, and a lovely home in the suburbs—everything was as perfect as it could get, until Gunner returned to twist Jack’s world inside-out with a vengeance that he could never have prepared for. Critically injured, he found himself surrounded in the security of First Force International and in the care of their head medic, Dr. Rayne Lee, a beautiful and compassionate woman who knows firsthand the sharp slice of loss and grief.

Now Jack has a score to settle and he’s got some new friends to help him, but in the end, can Rayne help to ease his grief and encourage him to start a new life with team First Force?




Closing her eyes, Rayne took in a braced breath. “My name is Rayne. And I know all about the nightmares where the ones that you love are murdered in front of your eyes and you are powerless to stop it.” Her voice fell away.

Jack’s head snapped toward her.

She busied herself cleaning up the implements that she had used to suture him while she spoke. “My husband and I were on a medical mission in Peru three years ago. The Peruvian government had taken down a guerrilla group known as the Glory Road near the Amazonian Valley. They had killed or arrested approximately one-hundred members of the group. Matt and I were part of a small medical unit that went in to care for the women that had been held as sex slaves. They were in terrible condition, dehydrated, starved, and beaten. Anyway, Matt, me, and my four-year-old daughter, Sierra, were housed in one of the tiny shacks in a camp. One night, the camp was attacked by the guerrillas they hadn’t captured. It was a slaughter.” Rayne’s voice hiccupped. She needed to catch her breath. She sank onto the edge of the bed.

Jack watched her intently while she fought to muster composure.

Finally, she continued, “They killed my husband and my daughter, but for some reason they spared me and several of the women who had been rescued. I wished that they hadn’t. I was their prisoner for seven horrible months. I prayed for death every night. Uncle Walt and his team rescued me. It’s been a long road back to becoming a functioning human being.”

Hesitating, she wrung her hands together. She found the courage to look him in the eye. “So you see, Jack, I have a complete understanding of what you’re going through.”


Jack Haliday: Jack is one hot ex-Navy SEAL. He is represented one the cover of the book by one very hot British rugby player and model, Stuart Reardon. Tall, muscle bound with a thick nest of dark wavy hair and a one-thousand megawatt smile that brings women to their knees. Does Jack know that he’s gorgeous? Sure, but he doesn’t let it get in the way of helping people in trouble and comforting those who need it most. Jack loves his family. He is madly in love with his wife, Laura, and that little daughter of his, Lil, is the apple of his eye. This man had it all. He was in love with his life, and when it is suddenly ripped out from underneath him, his life becomes one objective: revenge!

Dr. Rayne Lee: Four years ago, Dr. Rayne Lee lost her husband and daughter, Sierra, to a group of hostile guerrillas in Peru. It has taken great constitution to rebuild her life and to join her uncle’s international security firm, First Force, as the head medic. Now, just as she thought that her life was getting back to some semblance of “normal” a handsome man and his adorable daughter are brought into her care. Her motherly instincts kick in immediately as she take little Lil Haliday under her caring wing, but what is it about Jack Haliday that’s getting under her skin, and can she help him to get passed the grief and start a new life with First Force?

Lil Haliday: Lil is a curly-top cutie with a personality that draws everyone to love her instantly. Just a little tyke and at the age of four, her bravery in the face of a horrible tragedy is an inspiration to the men who make up the covert team of First Force. Like her father, Jack, and Dr. Rayne Lee, Lil is a regular character in the First Force Series—she’ll be there to entertain you and the other characters throughout the series.

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For twenty-six years Cindy’s life whirled around a song and a dance. She was a professional dancer/choreographer for most of her adult life and never gave much thought to a writing career until 2005. She often notes: Don’t ask me what happened, but suddenly I felt drawn to my computer to write about things that I have experienced with my husband’s Thoroughbreds and happenings at the racetrack—she muses: they are greatly exaggerated upon of course—I’ve never been murdered. Viola!

Cindy’s first book series, Unbridled, was born. Currently there are five books in the series.

Cindy is a huge fan of romantic suspense series’, especially with a military ops theme. Although she isn’t one to make New Year’s resolutions, on New Year’s Day 2013 she made a commitment to write one. Most recently, Secret Cravings Publishing has picked up her First Force Series. Currently available: Into the Crossfire, coming very soon: Book #2, To the Breaking Pointe, Book #3 Into the Dark, and 2016 will bring Book #4 To the Brink.

People are always asking Cindy: Do you miss dance? With a bitter sweet smile on her lips she tells them: Sometimes I do. I miss my students. I miss choreographing musicals, but I love writing my books, and I love sharing them with my readers.

Cindy resides on her forty-five acre horse farm with her husband, Bill, and her Cocker Spaniel, Allister, near Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.








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Winters Deep

(an Ode to Yule) Yule2Dry the berries and pop the corn
There’s boughs of Pine hung to adorn
In darkening days and snow felled form
Melted candles and hearths doth warm

The harvest is stored and meat be cured
Our long laboring days have granted award
Of Holiday so loving and blessedly shared
We forgive of our foes, wrongs they once dared

Traditions have passed from eldest to young
In tales ne’er told, but carols doth sung
How the Mother she slumbers in Winters Deep
While legendary brothers sentry her keep

One golden Oak and one sable Holly
These fabled Kings are not for folly
For twice a wheel, the Solstice doth come
The fate of seasons can crown only one

‘Round trees of presents and Yule logs bright
From elder’s mouths for childrens delight
The battle unravels, on this longest of nights
As they cheer for a victor who’ll hasten the light




Are you the funny one in most groups?

Um, no.  That would be everyone else.  Don’t get me wrong, I have my spectacular moments and I speak sarcasm fluently, but I am not the funniest one in my group.  Most would say I have a dry sense of humor that’s not always appreciated.  My friends get it, others not so much, though…

My characters are pretty farking funny and that always seems to come through in my books, which is a great thing!FriendsLaughing

BF#1 is a cat.  She jumps at her own reflection and when the toaster pops up.  The most hilarious part of her is her reaction to the things she finds funny.  She has an amazing, infectious laugh and that’s what makes everyone else laugh so uncontrollably around her.  “I’m freaking hilarious!” is her favorite statement, and in her own way that is so true!

BF#2 is the in-your-face, I’ll tell you how it is kind of funny.  Think Lisa Kudrow meats Dennis Leary.  For the most part, it’s all done in fun, but there have been plenty of times when the person she was talking to was the only one not laughing.  It’s wrong to laugh at those times, I know, but damn it’s funny.

My sister is possibly the funniest person I have ever met in my life.  She has a quick mind that is always stuck in Sarcasticville, Rob Zombieland, and her significant other is just as bad.  He just straight breaks out into song at random and there’s no limit to how easily he can take an innocent conversation and spin it into the funniest scenario you’ve ever heard in your life. They’re both just mostly wrong in all of the best ways.

My step-mom will tie your shoelaces together, squish your pop can when you’re not looking, hide anything you leave laying around and then ask you if you’ve gotten laid recently, because you’re in such a good mood, at the most inopportune time.  Like when your dad is sitting right there. 😐

What kinds of things do you find funniest?

LaughingThe random outburst.  That muttered, under your breath extension of a serious statement.  The meme that is all too true.  The “HERE’S YOUR SIGN” moments. The inside joke no one else gets.  The promises politicians make.  Those rare occasions when you see someone struggle with the quip they want to spout off with, but can’t, because they’re at a funeral or something.  Both the imagined quip and their suffering is quite entertaining.

Mostly, I have a very high appreciation for those books that make me laugh aloud in public, so everyone looks at me like I’m crazy.  Good times!  😉 Of course, nothing beats those moments when you laugh so hard every muscle in your stomach feels it for days.  No matter what the situation is, I love to laugh and I’m quite blessed being surrounded by so many people that are quite uniquely funny 99% of the time.

Still Waiting To Start Over…

writer's blockYes, I know it’s Tuesday, but I don’t feel like doing Triple Lyric Tuesday today.  New ideas to keep my blog interesting and interactive are constantly keeping me up at night, but to be honest, it seems the only way to get a ton of comments and/or followers is to write about those topics that are controversial.  Sorry, I’m not going there.  This is my ‘professional’ blog, more or less and I find the news depressing, to boot.  Let the media worry about stirring up the proverbial shit bucket… I’d rather write about writing.

And that brings me to the point of today’s post.  Ever since I moved, I haven’t written a single thing.  It’s really bothering me.  I’ve tinkered by editing while re-reading the partial stories that I should be working on.  I can’t seem to take my creativity off “hold” now that the move is over and we’re more settled into our new routine.  I have the whole day long while the kids are in school to work… and I’m not working.  But my house is spectacularly clean! 🙂  I guess, that’s a bright side.

I’ve also noticed that even though we’ve been living here for 2 months now, we’re still waiting to start over.  My kids treat our new home like it’s some temporary perdition we have to get through before we can move back to our hometown 30 minutes away.  Though, they’ve both already made a ton of new friends – I understand that they still miss their old friends (and still spend a lot of time with them!)

Being an Army brat, I wanted my kids to have a more stable home, go to the same schools and such.  Now, I feel that by doing so, I may have robbed them of all of the experience I had growing up.  Of course, as a parent, we’re always questioning our choices.  Wondering if we’re doing the best we can.  The problem is that as much as I like our hometown and think it’s a good community, I’m starting to look back on it as one of those places that sucks your life away.  Maybe that’s extreme, and maybe it’s because I was an Army brat, I’m not sure.  I just know that the entire town feels stagnant to me.  Like there’s no way to move forward while living there.  I’ve always admired those who can just up and move clear across the country.  If it were just me, I may have attempted that, but I won’t take my kids away from all of their family.

One thing’s for certain, though… regardless of where I am, I have got to figure out how to get my creativity back in shape!  It’s so frustrating knowing exactly where you want to go with a handful of stories, yet not having the right juices flowing in order to get them there!  It’s like feeling the desire, having the ideas of a great Renaissance Master in your heart and soul, in your veins… and only being able to paint stick figures.  😐