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It has been an extraordinary journey getting these three books out this year! I will be busy with the release party this weekend and I hope to see you there.

About Family, Book Description:

From the author of the Electric Series comes a stunning new book, About Family. Carly Compass has compiled a collection of short stories about families. Who can you count on in a crisis? Who stands up for you and supports you in your endeavors? Is it the biological members known as blood relatives? Or have you gained a group of friends that stand by your side? About Family examines these different scenarios in thought-provoking stories that are sure to entertain. Issues between siblings, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, children and their parents and vise versa are all thoroughly examined in these twisting tales that reveal our strengths and weaknesses.

About Family, Excerpt:

Ivory Tower

Part 3

{Parts 1 and 2 are published in, About Love)


Sally Costanzo gave Jesse Worthington one last, long and lingering kiss before she opened the Jaguar X type door and jumped into the backseat, giggling.

“So, you two are a thing now?” her mom, Sheila asked, as Sally slammed the door.

“Yeah,” Sally said, putting on her seatbelt.

“Well, you don’t have to be so obvious about it,” Sally’s sister, Jemma huffed from the passenger seat.

Sheila shifted into drive with her foot on the brake, clicked on the left turn signal, looked into the rearview mirror and watched Jesse sauntered to Dr. Worthington’s SUV. Jesse’s 6’4” frame hopped into the black Escalade parked behind her. Sheila shook her head, and looked into the side view mirror and merged out of the parking spot.

“When did it become official,” Sheila asked.

“A few days ago.”

“You do know that Jesse is my professor’s son.”

“Yeah, I know. I know,” Sally said, rolling her eyes looking out the window as they drove.

“Did you know that Dr. Worthington was parked right behind us?”

“No,” Sally said shifting uncomfortably.

“A kiss good bye is fine. Keep it short and sweet,” Sheila said.

Sally hissed and huffed in the backseat.

Sheila knew there was nothing she could do about it, besides Jesse was a very handsome boy and not a bad catch, but the timing of this couldn’t be worse. Sheila left Dr. Worthington’s class and drove to the high school to find her professor parked right behind her. What a mess!

They arrived home and everyone went about their activities. Sheila had to get dinner on the table and write a paper for her Fiction Writing class. The girls went upstairs to their rooms while Sheila prepared the meatloaf, popped it in the oven and went downstairs to the computer to write her paper.

“Dinner,” Sheila called out an hour later.

The family gathered around the round table set for five.

“I got the lead in Marvin’s Room,” Jemma said.

“Congratulations,” Sheila said, passing the green beans.

“That’s terrific honey,” her father, James said, as he passed the mashed potatoes.

“Not another play,” her brother, Donny groaned.

“So, when do rehearsals start?” Sheila asked taking a bite of her meatloaf.


“What time will you need to be picked up?” Sheila asked.

“My parking permit came in today. So, can I take the van?” Jemma asked.

“Sure, you can drive Sally in the morning and I will pick you up in the afternoon,” Sheila said looking at Sally.

“Okay.” Both Sally and Jemma agreed.


 In the preceding months, Sheila continued the grueling schedule of working and going to school while maintaining the family routine.

She had a strict schedule for maintaining the house with dinner on the table every night. She would get home from school most days and find Jesse on her couch. Jesse now had his own car and would drive Sally home, hang out and have dinner with the family most nights.

Sally would attend Dr. Worthington class where he always seemed to nudge in a comment into the writing prompts that seemed personal to Sheila as if Jesse was going home and reporting everything to his father about his experiences in the Costanzo home.

“Remember about character development, does your character make their bed every morning, or do they leave it in shambles? What does that say about them?

“Is dinner promptly on the table every night or do they order fast food? All of these literary devices give your readers clues to who your characters are. Don’t state the facts, reveal them in small doses. We don’t want a grocery list of telling, but subtle nuances showing that enable the reader to draw their own conclusions.”

 Sheila tried to navigate the situation as best she could, feeling self-conscious and inhibited in his class, knowing that any paper she handed in could be seen by Jesse and thereby seen by her daughter, Sally.

Winter slowly shifted into spring, the crocus gave way to the daffodil and with it torrential rains. One Friday night during a particular bad thunderstorm James shouted, “the power is out,” as he looked out the window.

“Oh my god! What about the sump pump?” Sheila asked running to his side.

“I’ll go check it,” James said with Sheila following close behind. They grabbed the flashlights and went downstairs.

“The water is coming in,” Sheila said in a panic as she watched the water level rising, bubbling up from the sump pump pit and quickly spreading to the dirty laundry laying on the floor. She immediately picked up anything that was on the floor and remembered the power strip for their computer and ran into the office to make sure all of the electrical plugs were up and off the floor. She lit candles so that they wouldn’t run out of flashlight batteries when she heard a gigantic roar of machinery.

“What was that?” Sheila asked as the roar continued to reverberate outside the house. The couple went upstairs to investigate. James poked his head out of the sliding glass door as the rain pelted down on him and looked in the direction of the noise and saw their neighbors had, “Generators.”

“Oh shit, we need a generator” Sheila said. “Where can we buy one,” Sheila asked James.

“I don’t know, Home Depot, or the hardware store.”

“Why don’t you see if we can plugin to the neighbor’s generator while I look around,” Sheila said grabbing the yellow pages.

James put on his raincoat and went outside. He saw a figure wearing a hooded yellow rain slicker two doors down and called out, “Ron.”

Ron turned his head and greeted James as the rain came down in sheets, “It looks like a bad one,” he yelled over the roar of the generator and thunder clapping overhead, extending his hand to James in greeting.

“Yeah. We don’t have a generator. Sheila is in the house calling stores right now. Can I plug into yours until we find one?”

“Sure,” Ron yelled. “But you better get one. This happens all the time.”

“Really,” James yelled surprised.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“I’ve lived in Clancy for sixteen years, ten blocks north of here and we never lost power.”

“Yeah, it has something to do with the power grid. But you have to keep your sump pump going or your basement will flood.”

“The things they don’t mention when you buy a house,” James shouted, shocked. “Okay, thanks. Let me get my extension cords and I’ll be right back.”

End of Excerpt

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Be on the look out: I will be Spotlighted on Christy Kate McKenzie’s blog, Pink Heart Society, for the month of March!

Stay tuned for my New 3 book Series, Rituals Lost, coming out in June of 2018! The first book will be a #freeEbook

About Love, A Collection of Short Stories

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Book Description:

Tired of the same old love stories, of boy meets girl in a mixed-up world? Carly Compass strives to give her readers originality in stunning, thought provoking short stories. About Love, is a collection of stories,and poetry that examines all facets of love. The ancient Greeks had six words for love: Eros, sexual passion; Philla, deep friendship; Ludus, playful love; Agape, love for everyone; Pragma, longstanding love, and Philautia, self-love. The Oxford dictionary has four definitions of love, and within those definitions there are sub sections and that is when love is used as a noun. As a verb, there are more definitions. Love is complicated. Love is a human necessity and can be beautiful, vexing, and a tremendous source of motivation, simultaneously. This collection of poetry and prose scratches the surface and plays with love everlasting in a thought provoking, humorous display of love in its many guises that will surprise you.

Book Excerpt:


 The garden party spilled out onto the cobblestone road of the tiny village. Desiree descended the small hill looking down upon the landscape, noting the tiny white twinkling lights that sparkled and lit up the designated area. A fair-haired young man of in-discernible age walked swiftly up to her, kissed her passionately on the lips, and just as quickly turned and walked away. Standing still from the shock of it, she became incensed at the utter audacity of this young man.

She soon found her footing and followed after him. He wasn’t going to get away with it! She was determined to give him a piece of her mind. The young man’s pace quickened as she pursued him. He vanished through a cellar door in one of the cottage’s outhouses.

Desiree thrust open the door with a passionate fury of her desired intention to find darkness and a stone staircase leading down into the abyss. Her psyche was so bruised, and her intention so clear, that fear of the unknown never entered her mind. Slowly, she descended feeling the air and atmosphere cool exponentially with each step as goose bumps rose on her flesh; the cool air went straight up her white frilly frock, sending chills through her body as she continued.

She heard in the distance, stone on stone rubbing together, as she descended the spiral stone staircase and soon heard the click clack of hooves on stone, like a horse trotting, and the ripping of cloth, like a Hulk transformation. She reached the bottom and entered the grotto of a limestone fortress, with torches blazing from the walls.

Now all she heard was the lilt of flutes, and the murmur of congenial conversation and laughter as she adjusted her eyes to the lighting. The smell of sweet wine, and something roasting in a nearby pit entered her nostrils.

All fell silent as she advanced. The entourage of toga clad natives bearing laurel leaf crowns, stopped basking in each other’s glow and sipping wine from their golden goblets to take note of her. Now all Desiree could hear was the gurgling of a babbling brook, and the crackling of burning fire.

Desiree looked off into the distance to find the fair-haired boy that she had followed.

Pan stood proudly with a devilishly mischievous aura, exuding sexuality from every pore. He displayed a knowing grin on his Rex Harrison face, framed by unruly curly brown hair.

He looked straight into her eyes with a burning desire and smiled, revealing brilliant white teeth. Desiree’s eyes followed his curly brown locks down his broad hairy chest and muscled build as chills went down her spine, she shivered a moment.

There was a familiarity there in his eyes. She felt their deep connection. Desiree smiled sweetly, remembering him, as if their paths had crossed innumerable times, for centuries.

Instantaneously, she knew he was her spiritual companion and then she started to recognize everyone, as the throng of people gather around her in greeting.

Euphoria set in, she was so happy to be there with all the people that she loved and loved her! The multitude enveloped and embraced her in a welcome that she never had experienced in this lifetime, but knew was familiar. The gathering offered her food, song, stories, music, dance, wine and merriment!

This went on for hours…until Desiree woke up with a feeling of orgasmic ecstasy! She felt refreshed and light-hearted.

She stretched out, eyes closed, wanting to hold…

End of Excerpt.

Thank you so much for your time and attention.

I must get back to writing, there are only three weeks until, About Family, A Collection of Short Stories is out! 

Take care until then, feel free to contact me with any questions.

Electric, The Finale, Book 6 is Live!

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Electric, The Finale, Book 6 is Live!


The reviews are in:

Read Stuart Kenyon’s review of Electric, The Finale, Book 6


Read Devika Fernando’s review of Electric, The Finale, Book 6.


To thank these two great authors for all their help, I wanted to feature their two new releases too!

Stuart Kenyon and Devika Fernando also had new releases this week!

Please read on to learn more:


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Stuart Kenyon’s New book, Swiftly Sharpens the Fang is available in Kindle and paper back edition. Please Click here to learn more.

I have been reading Kenyon’s books for the past year and have given 5 star reviews for all of his work. You can check out his  writing here: Subnormal Trilogy.

Kenyon’s writing style can best be described as a cross between George Orwell’s 1984’s dystopian epic mixed with the modern day grit and realism of Chuck Palahniuk (author of, Fight Club)!

Kenyon lives in England with his wife/editor, Vicky and their two beautiful children. Portions of the proceeds from his Subnormal Trilogy goes to  charity to help children with autism.

While I am here, I have one more indie author that I wanted to include. It appears all three of us had a #newrelease in the same week, so I thought I would also include author Devika Fernando. I have featured Devika before, so you might recognize the name.

I have read and reviewed Devika’s work and I would compare her to Nora Roberts for her romanticism and Debbie Macomber for her wholesome Hallmark appeal.

Devika Fernando’s new release, The Princes’s Surprise Bride is  book 3 in her series and is available on Kindle and other formats. Please Click here to learn more.

In comparison to the two authors I have selected today, I like to think of myself as right in between the two. I would compare myself to Virginia Woolf, for true documentation of a particular time in history, Joyce Carol Oates, for her family saga and relevance to current events and Margaret Atwood for her other worldly appeal in the Handmaid’s Tale.

I only hope to become as successful as these aforementioned authors.

That is all for today kids. I hope you get a chance to pick up these great stories from around the world.

I am currently working on a collection of short stories for release this summer! Stay tuned.

Until next time, make it a great day.


Happy New Year 2017

Happy New Year!

Here, as promised, another chapter of Electric, The Finale, Book 6!

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Gina walked into the living room, wearing her terrycloth robe and slippers with her hair up in a towel.

“Good morning beautiful! How did you sleep?” Don asked from the chaise lounge.

“Good!” Gina said, holding her shoulders down and throwing her arms out at chest level, she made a perfect pirouette, spinning three times in her clunky slippers, before Don interjected, “Whoa there, slow down!”

“I am just so happy, or at least I am trying to be!”

“Well, you should be.” Continue reading Happy New Year 2017

The 12 days of Christmas

I wrote a review of my favorite book, which turned out to be a not so humble brag. I have to admit that Simple Abundance, A daybook of Comfort and Joy, had a very profound affect on me and I just wanted to give Sarah Ban Breathnach a huge shout out, because her book changed my life.

You can find all Goodread book reviews on my website by clicking here.

Unfortunately, I am going to have to postpone the publication date of Electric, The Finale, Book 6 until February 1st, due to  conflicting schedules, and some extraordinary events that have made it impossible to publish by, January 1st.

I will however, publish another free chapter of Electric, The Finale, Book 6, on January 1st, to keep you going until the book comes out.

In keeping with the Simple Abundance Theme: I wanted to share my  12 days of Christmas, previous published on my Facebook Author page, that can be read anytime of year.

“On the first day of Christmas, I gave my true loves: The gift of my undivided attention.” Sarah Ban Breathnach Continue reading The 12 days of Christmas