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Suzanne M. Sabol began writing at a young age, completing her first full-length novel at the age of 17. Her love of everything paranormal and romance began shortly thereafter. She is an avid reader and writer, focusing mostly in the urban fantasy genre. She loves reading anything from contemporary single title romance to detective noir and the classics. Suzanne published her first novel Cursed in 2009. She is a graduate of The Ohio State University with majors in Criminology, International Studies, Russian, and Political Science. She is currently working full time as a Human Resources Professional and Fiscal Officer. Suzanne was born and raised in Ohio. She currently resides in Columbus Ohio with her husband, Ross. When she’s not working, writing, or reading, she’s spending time traveling. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and Central Ohio Fiction Writers.

Amber Ruin countDown

We are at just over a month before the eighth book in The Blushing Death Series is released.

Here’s a small snippet to keep you ready. Be prepared this is adult content, a.k.a there’s are some grown up words in this snippet and if you can’t handle it, now’s the time to back out. Just saying…

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I snarled from the doorway. I’d almost refused to come out of Jade’s bathroom, but this atrocity just couldn’t stand.

“Whatever do you mean?” Jade asked, her rich, chocolate-brown eyes wide with an innocence I didn’t believe for one good-god-damned minute. She’d done this on purpose. Also, she was a horrible liar.

“Have you lost your damned mind? This dress is Beauty and the Beast on crack!” I answered, trying to find a position where the fabric didn’t irritate the hell out of my skin. This thing was like wearing sandpaper. The lemon-yellow chiffon overlay in conjunction with all the layers of tulle, and nonsense underneath made this atrocity of a dress enormous to boot. There were ruffles everywhere and I had to tilt my body just to fit through the fucking door. There was a hoop skirt for Christ’s sakes, cause, of course, there was. Not only that, I was starting to sweat. A shiver of revulsion swept over me and I squirmed as the air conditioning chilled the sweat running down my back and the fabric turned cold and clammy against my armpit. A disgusting sensation I hadn’t anticipated.

“You don’t like it?” she asked, and her voice which was usually acerbic and, well, jaded was now sugary sweet.

I glanced around the room. Alex was lounging in a chair without a care in the world. Her hair was a Smurf blue color today and spiked up into a mohawk. She wore a black T-shirt that read ‘Meh’ in bright bubblegum pink letters. Her fingers drumming on the arm of the chair made my anger prickle higher. A smirk turned up the corner of the vampire’s elven lips. God damn it, she was laughing at me.

Brittany, the resident witch who was also standing in one of these horrifying dresses, was trying very hard to look anywhere but at me. The ruffles on her shoulders and around her chest began to float as far as that seam would let them. She floated shit when her emotions were high and whatever was going on here, Brittany knew and was edgy about it.

Niyati stood in front of the full-length mirror, her gaze returning to her own reflection as she too stood engulfed in the lemon-yellow monstrosity. “I like it,” she said without guile or pretense.

“Of course, you do, love,” Alex chimed in, her tone indulgent. Niyati liked everything because she didn’t look bad in anything. Tall and slender, Niyati’s long black hair slid down the center of her back in a silken waterfall and her dark South-Asian skin appeared almost radiant against the bright yellow fabric.

My New Office Mate

Meet Cornelius. Yes, I’ve given the spider in my office a name. I am thinking about keeping him as a pet. That isn’t weird is it?

This spider has moved in and made a home in my office. I’m debating on whether I want to start feeding him or not. How big can I make Cornelius so that I can have a giant spider as a pet.

He was already dislodged once when the custodian came in to empty the trash. However, Cornelius is spry and a survivor and rebuilt his little spider condo on the other side of the wall. My spunky little spider is in it to win it.

Toy Story 4

As you can see from the banner, my kid loves Toy Story. She happily waited in line for 40 minutes to see Woody and Buzz. I’ve seen Toy Story and Toy Story 2 more times than I could count. So, there was no way we WEREN’T going to go see Toy Story 4.

Blurb: Woody, Buzz Lightyear and the rest of the gang embark on a road trip with Bonnie and a new toy named Forky. The adventurous journey turns into an unexpected reunion as Woody’s slight detour leads him to his long-lost friend Bo Peep. As Woody and Bo discuss the old days, they soon start to realize that they’re worlds apart when it comes to what they want from life as a toy.

******Spoiler Alert******

I may be the only person on the planet that feels this way but this movie. It’s true. Toy Story 4 pissed me off. There. I said it. Everyone loved this damned movie. Let’s be honest, this thing got a 98% Fresh score on Rotten Tomatoes and a 94% audience score. That’s pretty fucking good.

I’m not even going to lie to you and tell you it wasn’t enjoyable. It was. Bo Peep was kind of a badass and Ioved it. She had an edge to her that she hadn’t had before. When Woody dislodges her arm and starts screaming, Bo fake freaks out and then laughs at him. That is some sarcastic and wicked shit right there. Bo turned into an actual super hero. That’s pretty f’in cool.

Also, Keanu is making a huge comeback and I’m loving that too. He’s laughing at all of his haters as he cashes his checks and just generally being a wonderful human being with his Buddhist self.

This is just amazing.

Let’s get the crux of my anger with Toy Story 4.

I was promised a Bromance to end all bromances. Woody and Buzz led the entire world to believe that they would stay together forEVER. This is the same feeling I had at the end of Lord of the Rings (book not the movie). I remember calling my friend at the end – who was on a date btw – and balling about how the fellowship was splitting up and that shit wasn’t right. She listened to me for like 10 minutes. I wouldn’t have, especially on a date but that bitch understood. Plus, she thought it was funny. If you’re wondering – and why wouldn’t you be – I also cried at the end of the Man in the Iron Mask. I am a HUGE Dumas and Musketeers fan. That book was basically the death of the Musketeers. I’m fine with them dying. Their fictional life was hard and grueling. But they each died ALONE! NO! Just NO. They should have gone out together in a hail of musket fire or in a sword fight. It just wasn’t right.

These characters have all been cheated and I won’t stand for it.

In addition, the last three movies have been priming all of us for the importance of a toy to a child and getting back to their kid and how important being there for them was. Well, Woody isn’t the favorite anymore and now, we’re just going to ditch our kid and go off with Bo Peep to do . . . whatever.

WHAT?

All that crap about staying with your kid and being there for them was a bunch of bullshit as soon as Woody wasn’t the favorite. Toy Story 3, the entire f’in thing, Woody was trying to convince the other toys to be okay with the relegation to the attic. Suddenly, being left in the closet for a while isn’t okay. This whole movie really exposes Woody’s ultimate selfishness and his fragile ego.

I can’t take it. I’m angry at the hypocrisy but ultimately, the thing that makes me the most angry is the collapse of the bromance I was promised.

I was incredibly disappointed.

What’s Your Favorite?

Here’s the thing. I don’t really like candy. That sugary sweet taste isn’t really for me. I’d much prefer cookies, cakes, and pies. I’m a baked goods girl. I just prefer a milder sweetness. As an example, I would much rather have honey compared to syrup on my pancakes.

There is, of course, one exception to this. Licorice. I love Twizzlers to the point where I would eat and entire bag until they made me sick. Even knowing this, I would happily open the bag and eat every last piece.

I can’t have this shit in my house or I’ll keep going back again, and again, and again until the thought of another piece turns my stomach. Then I go back for more.

Also, for all you weirdos out there that love black licorice. Ew! Just-ew. Black licorice is something that shouldn’t exist in nature. Who thought this was a good idea. I mean, really. Why are they still making this shit. I understand that this was the only candy out there in the olden days, but come on. We have new, better candy out there now. Set the black licorice down and step away.

Back to the important stuff, like good licorice.

Twizzlers are my drug of choice. I love them. Like. . . .really love them. Ross has routinely taken a package away from me because I have no self-control where these little bastards are concerned.

I decided to do a taste test of the best licorice out there. Or at least what I could find. Here’s my haul that we’ll be discussing.

Darrell Lea

This was a gigantic piece of licorice. I mean, look at that thing. When you open the package, there’s only really like 10 pieces in the package because they’re so fucking huge. I realize that the package has it spelled LIQUORICE but that has to be the Australian spelling. It has to be . . . right?

This was the only licorice that had true candy flavor. I’ll be honest with you, strawberry flavor is faint and not very strong. There wasn’t enough flavor for the size of this thing. Plus, the texture reminded me of swedish fish which was just weird.

SweeTarts Ropes

These things were surprisingly AMAZING. I don’t know what the weird white shit was in the middle but I like it. They were soft and chewy with a tart flavor (cause cherry instead of strawberry). I might have had two or three of these things instead of the single rope I’d intended.

Red Vines

Okay, these things are just disgusting. I’ll pass on these and have which should tell you something. I ate a piece for the sake of this blog and it had a texture like a piece of Juicy Fruit or Big Red that had been chewed too long. Nope. Just. Nope. It’s a good thing that Ross will eat just about anything with sugar in it cause I’m not eating this shit.

Sugar Free Twizzlers

These were some strange cross between twizzlers and red vines. The sweet goodness of twizzlers but the strange texture of the red vines. I gave you the link above to Amazon because the reviews are FANTASTIC. We’re talking 5 lbs bag of sugar free Gummy Bears great. I’ve included the link for your reading enjoyment.

“poop your pants. and amazon does not care. these twizzlers are as bad as all”

“Do not eat these candies! I ate a package of 20 Sugar Free Twizzlers and had diarrhea for 15 hours! I found that the first ingredient is Maltitol Syrup, which is also known as Xylitol and Sorbitol. This is a known LAXATIVE! In a candy! Terrible!!! It is almost criminal! I had bought 10 packages and am throwing the other nine out! Do not buy this!”

Considering some of the comments regarding intestinal distress, I’ll be steering clear of this one. Here are a few choice examples.

Wiley Wallaby

These were also gigantic but were gummy like Dots. They were fine but not spectacular. What I’m really saying is that I’m not going out to buy these just because.

Twizzlers

I’ve eaten these things since I was little. I open a package and devour the whole thing. I LOVE Twizzlers to an embarrassing degree. I was sure that by the end of this little taste test, my tried and true favorite would be the winner.

Um, it wasn’t.

Hands down, my favorite was the SweeTarts Ropes. I know. I couldn’t believe it either.

Amber Ruin Cover Reveal

If you got my newsletter, you got this on June 26th. Congrats on your awesome taste by following my newsletter. If not, then you get this two and a half weeks later.

Coming October 9, 2019

Cover Art by Rae Monet
Publisher Soul Mate Publishing

Dahlia, Dean, and Patrick are attempting a political coup of the supernatural world. Gathering allies to upset the balance and throw off the shackles of the ancients won’t be easy. But to live alongside humans instead of in their shadow, they’ll have to overcome enemies at every turn; vampires, shifters, the fae, and humans.

Baba Yaga, the queen of the dark fae, has her own designs for Dahlia. Moving her chess pieces on the board, the ancient witch has set a trap to draw The Blushing Death back into her clutches. To possess Dahlia and the power of Fertiri magic for her own purposes, Baba Yaga will do almost anything -sacrifice anyone – to rise to power once more.  

Racing to survive Baba Yaga’s traps and rescue two of her wolves, Dahlia enters Baba Yaga’s mountain understanding that she may never come out again.

Pre-Order Link Coming Soon!

Advanced Reader Copies up for grabs!

I’m testing out a new Advanced Reader Copy platform. In honor of that, i’m posting Hereditary Magic for 10 lucky readers. The only requirement is that you post a review on Amazon, Goodreads, Barnes & Noble, and/or Bookbub by August 1st.

There are 10 available copies and you can access your copy here: