KD Rose: Author Tales: Welcome D.F. Krieger and Her New Release!

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Welcome D.F. Krieger and Her New Release!

Today we welcome D.F. Krieger and her new release! For 18+ only.

First, her Beautiful Cover! The book is called Panthers and Precincts!

Buy links are at the bottom. Pick up yours today! Here is an excerpt from her book:

The panther gave a mournful yowl, huffing as it hunched over on itself. The cry chilled Zeara to the bone and the skin on her arms prickled into goose bumps. They all stared at him as he turned his back to them, his shoulders shaking with the noises he was making.

"Is he having a seizure?" Brae's voice wavered, sounding frightened.

Even as Shy shook her head, Zeara spoke. "No, he's not. It almost looks like... It's so stupid. Never mind."

"What?" Brae's eyes flicked to her with curiosity, but immediately returned to the panther.

"Like...like he's crying."

They watched him in silence for a moment as the eerie wails echoed off the concrete room. Each of them jumped when the police officer burst in, the double doors making a loud boom as they swung open, then thudded closed.

"Everyone all right in here?"

Zeara tried not to roll her eyes at his southern drawl. She fought the urge to snap back with a sarcastic reply. Oh no, Officer. The panther is crying like a baby and we can't get him to stop. Will you go warm him a glass of milk while Brae sings him a lullaby? Instead, she clenched her teeth and looked to her coworkers for help.

Brae, aware of her phobia of cops, stepped forward with a bright smile on her face. Zeara groaned inwardly. She knew that smile. Brae had just flipped on the dumb-blonde-sex-appeal personality that she was known for. The thing that made it most aggravating was that, even after years of friendship and working together, Zeara still couldn't tell if it was an act, or if that really was how Brae coped when she felt nervous.

"Everything is a-okay, Officer. We won't be getting any work done here." She pouted, her lip stuck out like a child, and Zeara fought the urge to pop her across the back of the head. "Could you give us a ride home? My office is so small and there just really isn't anywhere big enough to...you know..." She waggled her eyebrows at the man.

"Sleep," the cop filled in helpfully.

Brae giggled. "Well, that too, I guess."

By the gods, I'm back in high school. Zeara tried desperately not to smack her own forehead with her palm. This was just too much. "Listen, I don't care what kind of sleeping goes on, so long as I get to go home and soon."

"Killjoy," Brae muttered as the cop's facial features melded back into Mr. Professional.

"Whore," Zeara fired back in an equally low tone.

Shy, who was close enough to hear the entire conversation, turned when the panther began issuing a chuffing noise. "Well, if nothing else, you two made him laugh."

Social Media Links:

Website: dfkrieger.com

Official Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/D-F-Krieger/177107165643929

Faxfire Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FaxfireSeries

Buy Links:

Breathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=13&products_id=531&zenid=0b5bb1524c39b159e630dcc39d90789b

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-panthersandprecinctsfaxfireseriesbook1-1405502-143.html

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KIRKUS Review of Inside Sorrow

In 11 bare-bones, free verse poems, Rose (Heavy Bags of Soul, 2012) refines a yearslong grieving process into a heartbreakingly potent distillate of sorrow.“I am at a loss,” declares Rose’s bereft narrator after her husband’s death. Ostensibly referring to her uncertainty about what to do with his belongings, the narrator is also confronting an existential fact; she has arrived at loss and seemingly has nowhere else to go. This technique—the evocation of loss on one level to imply an unspeakably more profound loss beneath—is one Rose frequently employs. She writes that “No one ever thinks of tragedy / the other way around / when nothing is left but shoes,” noticing that the “space between my fingers / is ever present. / At any moment, / small slivers,” and other fingers will never interlace with hers again. The sparseness of her verse—often a single beat or two per line—borders on gaunt and serves to codify the body’s and psyche’s inward collapses under the weight of grief, the instinctively protective drawing inward until “we are balled up in the fetal position.” She also structurally simulates the simultaneous, and paradoxical, scattering of self that accompanies a loss of this magnitude. Upon her husband’s death, she is at once “a wall” with “no door,” “the I’s that must witness” and the peripatetic who has “been bleeding out / all over the house. / I can walk / up and down the stairs / tens of times.” The difficulty of relationships—“So much compromise / when it comes to another”—urges her to acknowledge that “some part should feel like freedom / it should feel like freedom / it should,” yet what she finds is that his absence has become a violation of self: “Sorrow has left me naked / in a way I couldn’t have imagined, / leaving my life open to all. / Every nook and cranny.” The recovery of self, the poems reveal, is a long and always incomplete process. Though slightly marred by a handful of prosaic moments, the overall force of these poems is such that lines as simple as “I see a blue sky today. / It seems like a triumph” will, in context, shock readers with their cathartic power. Startlingly touching poetry; be prepared to step inside the sorrow.

Reviews of Inside Sorrow

"This book is a gift to anyone who is dealing with the grief of a loved one,
whether recent or past, and without a doubt will bring them comfort." Danielle Marie, Amazon.com

“Inside Sorrow” is a stellar little book of poems..." Erica Lovett, Goodreads

"K.D. Rose has captured the internal world of grief in a way that very few people
share - the parts that western civilization tells us to suck up and move on, as
if the death of a loved one has no bearing on who we are, that grief doesn't
change us, that life must go on at breakneck speed." K.J. Pierce, Amazon.com

5 Stars

“This book is for girls. This book is for women. This is a book to empower females from teenagers through adults.” I Am: Poetry In Motion by K.D. Rose is not what I expected; a pleasant surprise and a fresh twist on the self-help book genre. I absolutely love the pictures that accompany each poem and writings. They are not merely for you to look at. They definitely capture the vital messages that we should embrace rather than ignore. You will definitely want to look at them more consciously, and the meaning of each picture will resonate in your mind.

It touches on every subject that the female sex is familiar with: what is the perception of beauty in today’s world, limitations that society often impose on women, women’s status in politics and so much more. There is something for everyone, and everything is layered with deep yet clear words of inspiring encouragement. This book is good, not because of the above-mentioned issues we females have to face, but because it softly compels us to confront them. I gravitated to one of the poems, the melancholic and alluring Vinyl Lines – “We are vinyl lines / We have our own groove / We require diamonds / We scratch easily / We cascade melodies.”
K.D. Rose gives us a book with a compelling message that will change the way we see life. Forty-four pages of pure, poignantly beautiful, and thought-provoking empowerment. To all my fellow females, I Am: Poetry In Motion is invigorating and engaging. It is definitely for us." Reviewed by Lit Amri for Readers Favorite

Heavy Bags of Soul 4 Stars

"Heavy Bags of Soul" paints a rather dour picture of the modern world. In this engaging collection of poems and prosody is chronicled the trials and pitfalls of an oppressive world that is as absurd as it is tiring. Yet despite this dim outlook on life the book does offer a sense of hope and unity that serves to offset the nihilism of the main theme. Woven throughout the collection - most notable in the author’s modernizations of the classic Socratic dialogue - this theme of unity maintains that although the road of life is an exhaustive one and that all on that road are laden with their own heavy bags, everyone is in this together and only through tackling the challenges of this world together, only through tapping the resources of the equally heavy bags of soul, will everyone can make it through. Structurally, the aforementioned Socratic dialogues are just one of a variety of literary forms through which the collection’s themes are conveyed. The genre utilized here include both metered and free verse, terse maxims, essays on pop philosophy and cultural movement, and even the occasional bon mot as a punctuation point. This mix of literary formats not only manages to show each and every topical point in a number of different lights, but also challenges the readers who must themselves view each literary format in its own light. Also challenging is the author’s trust in her readers’ intelligence. Though not outwardly acknowledged, that trust is implicit in the author’s habit of using the most diverse and arcane cultural references possible. Citing sources that extend in relevance from Greek taxonomy through quantum physics and on to Top 40 Radio, the topical references may at times have readers wishing they had Wikipedia on speed dial, but do provide for an entertaining, esoteric and intellectually stimulating read."