Zombie Hearts

This is something I did a while back. Some of you have seen it but since I don’t have anything new for today…I thought I’d repeat it.
Zombie Hearts

Henry stood before the open fridge and gazed from side to side.  Chinese or Mexican, which would Freda prefer?  His left ear fell off, bounced across the linoleum.  “Holy Moldy Oldie!”  He shambled across the kitchen, picked up his ear, and jammed it back in place.  “Mexican, I believe.”  Henry grabbed two ziplock bags and placed them on the counter.  “Now, what to drink?”  He scanned the shelf of bottles, picked one from the end.  “This will be perfect.”  Placed it on the counter next to the bags.  Storage dishes of delicacies  joined the bottle and bags, and soon ended up on the dining table along with his finest china and crystal.

The living room clock chimed seven as Henry lit the candelabra.  He stood back and gave the dining table one last look. Perfect, just perfect.  Mexican, served a la  skull and  aged to its peak, Freda’s favorite salad of fingers and toes with extra spicy salsa ,  liver pate’ served with fried noses for dipping,  and candied lips for dessert.   Henry gazed at his watch, she’d be there any moment.  He patted the nearest head, smoothed down the hair.  Nodding to himself, his left ear dropped off, hit the edge of the table and bounced into the liver pate’.  Henry sighed and fished out his ear.

The doorbell rang announcing Freda’s arrival. He grinned , licked the pate’ off his ear, and jammed it back in place again.  He’d have to call doc in the morning, see about getting it reattached.  Henry hurried to the door and swung it open.  “Freda!  You look wonderful.”  Almost good enough to eat.  Not quite, but almost.  She stepped through the door, handed him the small box she carried.

“I hope you don’t mind.  I know how much you love kidney pie and when I saw they had fresh ones at Jasper’s, I just had to get one for you.”

Henry opened the box, took a deep breath.  His stomach rumbled and Freda laughed.  He leaned in, gave her a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.  Now, come to the table, dinner is ready.”  Freda strolled across the room, Henry following.  He set the pie on the counter and met her at the table.

“It looks delicious!”  Freda smiled up at him as he pulled out her chair.

“I’ve got a special surprise for tonight.”  He uncovered the ice bucket, pulled out the bottle, and popped the cork.  “I think you’ll really like this.” He filled the champagne flute,  held it out to her.

Freda took the flute, swirled its contents, then sniffed.  She took a small sip and grinned.  “AB Negative!  My favorite.”  Freda took another sip.  “It’s perfect.”

“That’s not all.  Open your skull.”  He watched her eyes as she pulled the skull open by the hair,  saw her joyous expression when she gazed upon the  diamond ring nestled between the brain hemispheres.  He knelt on one knee beside her.  “Will you marry me?”

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Posted by on February 14, 2015 in Misc.


Donut Thursday

Today is Donut Thursday. At least it is for those of the Lauziers that go to work in the morning. Those of us who stay at home to work don’t get donuts, unless we put in an order and then wait for them to be delivered after work but that doesn’t happen often. Donuts are best fresh, not 12 hours old.



It’s funny how things become a habit.  One morning you stop at a convenience store on the way to work for something to drink, you get donuts too, and next thing you know, you and the donut lady are practically best friends and she saves the best donuts for you on the days she knows you’ll be there.Sometimes she’ll even slip you a bag of donut holes at no charge. She worries if for some reason you don’t make it on Thursday and is relieved to see you on Saturday.

One day, my daughter and I were out running errands and saw the donut lady. While the donut lady had no clue who I was, she and my daughter had a nice chat.

Where am I going with this? I’m not sure…and maybe there isn’t a point. But, while a steady diet of donuts wouldn’t be a good thing, But one or two every so often, isn’t a bad thing.

Ohhhh…I just thought of a point.   As writers we need a steady diet of writing. Just like the occasional donut is fine, a writer can take a day off once in a while but we need to get into the routine of writing. After all, that’s what we do. We also need to read. Not just our genre, but all sorts of stuff, including non-fiction.

Anyway, y’all got any interesting routines to share with us? What about routines with your writing or reading?


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Posted by on January 22, 2015 in Ultimate Blog Challenge


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Bucket Lists…

The other evening, I was chatting with a friend I’d just met and the conversation turned to flying.  Seems he is a pilot (small planes not jets) and my dad was a pilot and we talked about planes and flying for a while. I mentioned that one day I want to learn to fly. I love small planes. When I was 10 or 11, we spent a large part of the weekends during the summer hanging out at the airport. Which just happened to be a grass strip and a couple hangers. I have wonderful memories of that time.

But as I thought about things, things I want to do “someday”, I got to thinking and wondering, why should I put those things off? I mean, I’m not getting any younger. If I wait until it’s convenient, which it might never be, I may be too old to enjoy all the things I want to do or accomplish.

And, someday might never come. It’s dangerous out there. Who knows what may happen.

So, what’s on your bucket list?  Bucket List

Here’s my challenge…start doing those things now. If you can’t do them now, figure out what it will take for you to be able to do them and work on that.

Someone once said, “Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans.” I actually Googled it and didn’t get a definite answer as to who first said this. But, this quote is so true. We make plans, wait for the perfect time, and wake up one morning and realize our life is mostly over and we’ll never get a chance to fulfill those plans. Don’t let this happen to you.

Make a list, check it twice, then start living it!  And why not share with us in the comments.

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Posted by on January 19, 2015 in Ultimate Blog Challenge


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No Longer Diabetic!

Not many of you know but not so long ago I was diagnosed as a diabetic. It’s not something I shared a lot, only with a few close friends and family. I tend to keep such things to myself, especially when I struggle.Today though, I come out of the diabetic closet and share my story with the world.

I was diagnosed early in the year and managed by watching what I ate to get things under control. I took Metformin for a month but really didn’t like the thought of taking a drug to  regulate things so I took a couple natural things and did the food/diet thing.   And it worked. Until the holidays when I got lax in paying attention to what I ate. I mean, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas, all in a short time.

Then, along came Valentine’s Day and Easter with those Cadbury Creme Eggs. Needless to say, things got out of control. And not just bad, but really bad. I went through several months of denial while my blood sugar climbed so high it wouldn’t even register on my meter. Not good!

After sitting down and having a serious talk with myself, I decided to get serious about getting my blood sugar under control. I even took the Metformin for a month. And it helped a bit. My blood sugar was still in the 250s but that was better than the 500s. Again, I disliked the Metformin so searched for more effective natural alternatives and found a product that helped.

Another month passed and my blood sugar had gotten down to the mid 170 range first thing in the morning. It still was above 150 during the day but again, better than the 250s of the previous month. But still not good enough.

And that’s when I saw an ad on a Facebook group or a fairly new product from a company called TruVision.

TruVision, TruFix

I contacted the person and got a sample of TruFix and TruWeight & Energy. This sample consisted of a 7 1/2 day trial pack of both the TruFix and TruWeight & Energy. I started taking them the next day.

The second morning my blood sugar was 161. The third morning, 130, and it has continued to lower so that now my morning reading is in the 120s. This morning, 122.

Because I was wanting to be sure the product worked, I charted my readings several times during the day. By the end on day 3, my blood sugar level had actually dropped to normal during the day. Between 115 and 90. In fact, I even tested it one day by having a Hershey’s bar then testing two hours later. Guess my blood sugar…107!!!

I’ve been taking TruFix and TruEnergy & Weight for 16 days and my blood sugar is normal! There hasn’t been a single high reading. In fact, the morning readings have been the highest. I’ve also lost some weight, had more energy and feel great. I’m so excited!!!

TruVision has given me my life back. I don’t have to worry about eating something that might sky rocket my blood sugar. I have a friend that ended up in the hospital with high blood sugar and my uncle actually died with complications of diabetes. Toward the end, the doctors wanted to remove part of his leg but his family refused.

I love these two products and believe they can change the lives of others just as they did mine. I believe in them so much, I signed up to be a distributor so I can share them with everyone else.

If you or a friend or family member is having issues with their blood sugar, contact me. I have 1 week trial samples for $25 and will send them to you. You can pay through paypal and get your sample in about a week.  If you are local, I’ll be glad to meet you somewhere and deliver.

Two pills, twice a day…it’s that simple.  It can change your life. It did mine.

Make a choice, take a chance, change your life!     Email me at jeanlauzier @ (Remove the spaces.) or leave a comment here.  You can also find me on Facebook and leave a message there.

TruVision, TruWeight & Energy

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Posted by on January 13, 2015 in TruVision


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Fellowship of Fantasy Writers Blog Tour – Author Debbie Manber Kupfer

Today on the blog we have author Debbie Manber Kupfer. I’ve asked her to tell us a little bit about the setting for her book.  Pull up a chair, relax, and enjoy.  And don’t you just love the cover.



I’ve never been inside the Jewel Box (a tropical hothouse in the center of St. Louis’s Forest Park). I’ve tried to go there many times over the years especially when my parents were visiting from Israel, but each time we tried to go inside the place was always closed. I remember my father training his lenses through the glass (he was an avid photographer). It looked beautiful inside with its exotic blooms.

So, when I was deciding where the P.A.W.S. Institute of the Midwest should be hidden, I thought what better location than the Jewel Box. And what better location for some of the more exotic members of P.A.W.S. to hang out. So we find the Egyptian exchange student, Zamir, curled around the branches of a tropical palm and Tessa in her brightly colored toucan form high up in the branches of the tree.

Underneath the Jewel Box are the classroom and living quarters of the residents including the office of the head of the Institute, Jessamyn.  As Jessamyn is the mistress of illusion her office is different every time you enter – it could be a magical forest, a snowy winter scene or a tropical beach. Or more often or not it will resemble a scene from her ancestral home in Ireland. Each time we enter Jessamyn’s office it is an opportunity for me to build a new small world, or sometimes not so small.

In book 3 of P.A.W.S. we will discover a maze of shadows, a whole world beneath our own. One of the entrances to this world is through Jessamyn’s chamber. Every area within the shadow world has its own unique flavor and population. In one, for example, live the Tegs, Stella and her sister Morgana. The new shadow world seems endless. I feel like one could explore it for centuries and still not learn it’s every nook and cranny.

Back in our world, P.A.W.S. is an international organization with branches across the globe. During the course of my series I hope to visit many of them. Already in Argentum (book 2 of the series) we travel with Miri and Danny to the New York P.A.W.S. Institute which is hidden beneath an oak tree in Central Park.

Join Miri and her friends as they journey through P.A.W.S. and continue the journey with Argentum.


Debbie Manber Kupfer grew up in London and lived in Israel, before somehow ended up in St. Louis, where she works as a puzzle constructor and writer. She lives with her husband, two children, and a very opinionated feline. She is the author of P.A.W.S and Argentum and has short stories in several anthologies including Fauxpocalypse, Shades of Fear, Darkly Never After, and Sins of the Past. She believes that with enough tea and dark chocolate you can achieve anything! Connect with Debbie on her blog or Facebook .

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Posted by on January 9, 2015 in Misc.


Fellowship of Fantasy Writers Blog Tour – Author DeeDee Davies

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Welcome do the blog DeeDee. How about telling us a little bit about yourself and your writing.

I’m a short-story author and wannabe novelist interested mainly in the fantasy, horror and science-fiction genres. I’ve had five short stories published to date in publications from Seventh Star Press, Horrified Press and EMBY Press, and am currently seeking a publisher for my first novel. A second book is more or less complete and a third (a sequel to my first novel) is in progress. I’m also a cover artist, with around 30 published book covers under my belt. I live in Plymouth, UK with my partner, 10 spiders and four snakes.

Snakes are kind of odd pets. Do you have any odd or unusual writing habits to go along with them?

I think the phrase ‘anytime, anyplace, anywhere’ applies. I have been known to write in bus shelters, pubs, hotels, on trains, buses, parked in my car in a layby, and walking down the street (dangerous, but it has to be done if you want to get those ideas down while they’re fresh!).  I also need either absolute silence to write, or else low background noise (like the noise of a coffee shop or pub).  If there’s music, my head’s in the music, not the writing! Oh, and the most potent ideas always pop into my head ten minutes after I’ve turned the light off, which is why I keep a book and pen next to my bed!

What is the name of your latest book? What inspired it?

Fortune’s Thief.  It was (as most of my work is) inspired by a random thought.  I started writing about a man who had been away from his friends and their thirst for adventure for some years, being pulled back into that life. Around that time, I also had another idea about a mystical stone and a magical sword.  I ended up working the three elements into one story and out popped Fortune’s Thief!

And, what are you working on now?

A sequel to Fortune’s Thief and a vampire romance novel.  No, it’s absolutely not what you’re thinking!

As a writer whose had some success getting published, do you have any advice for new writers?

Go and see what publishers are looking for, find something that appeals to you, and write about that.  If you go and write a random story about something no publisher is looking for, it’ll be that much harder to find representation.

That’s great advice. Thanks for stopping by the blog and sharing with us. Where can readers connect with you?




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Fellowship of Fantasy Writers Blog Tour – Author Elizabeth Loraine

Today I’m sharing a taste of Elizabeth’s novel, Katrina.

Katrina-CoverChapter One


I sat very still, staring straight ahead just as I was told. Being asked to sit for a portrait to be displayed in the Sanctuary’s grand library was a great honor. My name is Katrina Von Dracek, and I can’t believe how long it’s been—almost one hundred thirty years. Now I’ve been asked to chronicle my journey from the beginning.

From this vantage point atop the castle’s west wall I could see the entire valley. The breeze was cool, but no longer held any threat of winter.

What would the rest of my life be like, I wondered? All young girls, I supposed, want love, but I also wanted adventure, to travel the world, to make a difference in some way. It would be a long life, I knew, for vampires live a very long time.

I appraised my surroundings. The night was breathtaking. With my vampire gift of acute hearing, I heard a stag in the woods nearby. There was no moon tonight but my enhanced vision made the darkness as clear as the day.

I remembered from my history lessons that back in time, the earliest known vampires could not tolerate the sun or control their lust for blood, but just as all creatures have evolved through the centuries to survive, so have we, although some of the clans prefer, as they call it, to stay true to their heritage. Vampires are mostly born now, not made. Blood lust has been tamed by the hunting of animals and the use of crimson, blood from our human watchers mixed with an ancient elixir which vastly multiplies a small amount of blood and enables it to stay fresh indefinitely.

Just as I turned to leave I saw a shadow, too fast to be human, streaking across the field toward the front gate. I had been up on the wall for hours, and although vampires can easily move very quietly, I had neither seen or heard anyone leave the castle.

“I have to find Quinn,” I said to myself.

Quinn is my Watcher and my friend, one of the seven Voss brothers who watch over us. The Watchers are the personal human gaurd of the vampires, men who have dedicated their lives to the well being of their vampire families, none more loyal than the Voss.

I turned and rushed toward the stairway leading to the entrance courtyard just as Quinn was coming toward me.

“Oh, there you are Quinn. What has happened?”

“A courier has just arrived. The whole council is to meet in Salzburg, and to bring along young royal representatives from each family. You will be joining your father. Come with me now, for we must prepare to leave. The journey is long and the Council is to meet in just fourteen days.”

Quinn, always wanting what is best for the family. He and I had become so close that my father sought to warn me. “Katrina,” he said, “Quinn is your Watcher and must stay just that.”

I told my father in no uncertain terms that Quinn was also my friend, just my friend, but I found myself wondering if that was still the truth. Had I started to feel something more? No, he was my friend, and of course I cared for him, yes even loved him, but as a friend, only a friend. Right? I guessed that I would need to sort this out, but that would have to wait, for tomorrow we must travel north and east, a journey full of danger. The unknown is always both the most frightening, and the most exciting part.

With the clans being represented by their royal families’ most worthy young members, the royals going to Council would number in the hundreds, all traveling with their Watchers, servants, and numerous wagons for provisions and gifts for the leaders, especially the High Regent.

“Katrina, you look weak. When was the last time you fed? Did you drink anything today at all?

Quinn was right; with everything that was going on I hadn’t had crimson or been out to hunt for days. I realized I could have gone dormant in my sleep, a kind of hibernation if you will, which saves us when we have to hide, heal, or survive when food either is not available or is tainted. This dormant state can last hours, days, weeks, or even years. I had no time for that, but now that Quinn brought it up, I felt too weak to hunt. Why hadn’t I paid more attention? Suddenly my vision started to fade, and the last thing I remembered was leaning against the wall to steady myself from the feeling of dizziness. When I awoke, Quinn was wrapping a cloth around his wrist.

“You must be more responsible.” he chided me. “I can’t be in charge of your feedings too!”

He was angry, so angry his face was turning red, and though I had never bitten a human, the vein bulging on his neck was making me feel something I had never felt before, blood lust. It didn’t help that he was so handsome, and as he kept ranting about how I was ignoring my training, my studies, and everything else, I couldn’t help admiring the ruggedness of his jaw and the way his dark brown hair flopped onto his face, his beautiful face.

“Katrina, Katrina! Are you even listening to me at all?”

Snapping out of my trance was almost painful; I would have liked to remain in that reverie just a little longer.

“Katrina,” he said as he walked toward me.

It took all the strength I had to stop myself from throwing my arms around his neck, his very inviting neck, and kissing him passionately.

“What is wrong with you Katrina? We have no time for this!”

I had to turn away just so I could gather myself, and then suddenly, out of nowhere, tears filled my eyes.Whatwas wrong with me? Quinn placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me towards him. When he saw the tears in my eyes, he froze for a moment; then his face softened and I thought I saw something new there, but then he hardened again and said, “You must be more careful.”

He turned and strode away, leaving me feeling empty and alone.

I walked to my room in a daze, suddenly tired again.

Pulling the door open even seemed difficult. Once inside, I was so pleased to see the bed turned down and sweet bread, butter, and a glass of wine on the table. Thank goodness for Sarah, my handmaiden and confidant.

I ate the bread quickly and savored the wine. Then, too exhausted to put on the dressing gown left out for me, I lay down on the bed and the last thing I remember was picturing the look in Quinn’s eyes and wondering what it meant. Though it had been fleeting, it had been there, hadn’t it? And with that thought I slept.


Katrina is free on Amazon at this time.  Hop over and grab your copy.

You can also connect with Elizabeth and find out  more about her books on her website.



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