Dariel's World

Hi. I'm Dariel Raye, an interracial/multi-cultural paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and psy/suspense author, and every day of this journey is a learning experience. I'm also a counselor, musician, and animal lover. My stories are about all-conquering love and romance, and I enjoy hosting other authors as well. Enter a world where werewolves, vampires, multi-shifters, vamp-like Nephilim, Vodouin Fey, and all things paranormal capture our hearts...

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Thursday, February 26, 2015

Flash Friday: "Challenge"

We've made it to another glorious Friday, and talk about a picture being worth a thousand words! As always, my friends and I get together on Fridays and muse over an inspirational pic. There's only one rule - we each have to tell our story in 100 words. I must warn you - I'm waxing rather deep today. When you're finished here, take a look at my friends' versions. Hope you enjoy!

“I can’t survive without you.”

Knotted muscles landed on unforgiving stones, fists clenched.

Nails, hard from tilling the ground, drove into his palm, drawing obscene crimson rivulets. Endless wandering, traversing unknown lands flashed before him, horror unimaginable.

His ears rang, multiple voices unified, entering his mind. “You will never be without me.”

“But no one will want me. No one will care for me.”

He kept his gaze down. “You always loved him more.”


His heart sank, disappointment made one with his name, then crippling pain seized him, God’s finger etched into bare skin.

“By this mark, all will know that you are mine.”

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Zaidi Features: Interview With Muffy Wilson and Sneak Peek at Her Upcoming Release

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Interview with Muffy Wilson
My very special guest today is Muffy Wilson, a close friend and incredible author. It is my pleasure to help her promote her new book, Memories and Kisses. So fasten your seatbelts, we’re in for Muffy Wilson’s astonishing world of fiction.
Welcome, Muffy J
1.      Could you reveal any personal juicy stories about you?  
               Thank you, Dariel, for opening your cyber-home to me. It is a pleasure to be here with you, my dear friend. Well, I was raised in a military family. My father was a USAF Colonel whose work took us to all points from Alaska to France. We moved every two or three years, so I don’t have what most would refer to as a traditional childhood, more like Leave it to Beaver meets the Jetsons.  Many of my ‘firsts’ were in France as my formative years developing were north of Paris. So, my first kiss, my first taste of escargot, my first hot dog on a French baguette was at the top of the Eiffel Tower, my first bikini (I was thirteen) was on the French Riviera and I fell in love with a thirty-something lifeguard named Aldo. I thought my father was going straight to an early grave. My mother thought it charming and funny since I wound up looking like a blistered, crying lobster with the worst sun burn ever. No need to worry about Aldo. A few years later, my mother and I were shopping in Paris; it was the day she bought me an alligator handbag, a small one, with a bright red leather interior. I still have it. We were on the Champs Elysees on a corner and everyone was wailing and crying. It was 22 November 1963 and I was 14 years old. It was the day John F Kennedy was assassinated and I witnessed as the world was crushed and Camelot fell. I think I grew up a lot that day. We had to hurry home, 90 miles north. The Base was on lock-down and red alert. It was a day the world stood still yet was fiercely frantic beneath the surface.

2.      You are a mother. Could you tell us about your role as a Mom?
               I met my husband in California, on a day that I was none too happy with men. I was working in San Francisco as a Sales Manager for Honeywell and my father had a heart attack in Georgia.  I wanted to explore the possibilities of transferring to Georgia to be closer to the first man I ever loved. My boss, “The Silver Fox” made a pass at me and told me why bother as my dad wasn’t going to live forever. I was stunned and profoundly moved by a myriad of feelings. Funny that I should meet the two most important men in my life from that day forward on a day like that - my husband and his youngest son, then 13. It was the greatest gift. We got married three months later and the three of us honeymooned in Niagara Falls. My husband is from Buffalo, NY, and had been married twice before (his first wife died and the second, VJr’s mother ended in divorce when he was just 6). I had never been married, so they were my first. When I was very young, and in college, I got pregnant. He was my first and for all my worldly experience, I was still pretty naïve - even in the ‘70s. I dropped out of college and had an abortion. The gift of my husband and his son, my son, I felt was God’s way of forgiving me. So, my role as a Mom is one I cherish, given it was my second chance and my redemption. Life has been good to me because of them. He has enriched my life beyond measure.

3.      You have a very long list of projects consuming your time, but I would like to offer you the chance to show off and promote your writing career. You may include any exotic stories of your life if you wish.
                              I have a control list of about fifteen projects which will be concluded by mid-year and 25-30 projects that will require my attention. Only another Virgo will appreciate how organized I am about my work. Some refer to it as being obsessive compulsive. I can role with that.

4.      When did you decide to write? And what genre and style did you prefer when you first started? What style and genre do you prefer to write currently?
                              I have been in sales and marketing my entire business career. Writing was a necessity and I was good at presenting technical detail. English was a love and focus of mine throughout my education, but I only wrote proposals, technical material and project material. I really never thought about writing ‘personally’ until I met up with an old school chum, and old boyfriend. It was never a calling to me as it is for some writers. He wrote and it spurred me on. I slipped into the world of Erotica, not by choice or design, but quite by accident…and I loved it. Turns out I was pretty good at it, too, or so people commented. But, my style has changed, developed a lot since then.

5.      What genre, books, and authors do you like to read?
                              I love crime, thrillers, edge-of-your-seat whodunits. I also love period pieces, non-fiction
and autobiographies. When I was very young, when we lived in France and there was no television, I read everything, absolutely everything. I wanted to be a criminologist or a medical examiner. Or a veterinarian.  As well an actress and Ella Fitzgerald! But, I do love to read good literotica. I am not a fan of jump-and-pump but a love story with great, eloquently involved sex is a real page turner for me.

6.    Do you have a person, real or fantasy, you would like to be?
                              Barbra Streisand. I always wanted to sing. My aunt sang torch songs and played piano in smoke filled supper clubs and piano bars. I always wanted to do that.

7.      You have experienced many adventures in your life and have lots of energy, but what would you like to do if you had any free time?
                              I would love to learn to play piano, learn Spanish and brush up on my French. But I am enjoying my life now. I work in Real Estate in SW Florida and try to find time to straighten my office. There’s that Virgo nag again.

8.      Could you tell us about your new book, Memories and Kisses, and the story behind it? You may include a brief synopsis and an excerpt, and what or who inspired you to write your story?
                              Old memories are like old red wine - all the richer for time passed. And the kisses taste sweeter too. Three romantic and very sexy stories take us back to things as they once were, and forward to the wonderful times to come. Memories & Kisses has three stories of old loves remembered; a grieving woman rescued from the sea, two childhood friends growing old friendship into passionate loving, and two long separated teenagers finding that time has mellowed them both and maturity has brought a passionate intensity they had never imagined. All three stories are of rekindled love that survived decades of longing and is now ready to burst into flame. More about “Memories and Kisses”

Do you have memories of a love that once was?...of a love that was lost?...of, perhaps, a rekindled love that survived decades of longing?  ……..Read More on my blog Muffy Wilson

9.       Where can we purchase Memories and Kisses?
Thank you for asking,  I would be honored. If readers are interested, they can buy my work at:

AmazonGanxy | XinXii | KoboiTunes

10.    Do you have future writing projects you plan to publish?
        Tons. My brain explodes with ideas and always when I don’t have a pen or paper handy!

Previously Published:
Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams

Coming March 24, 2015

The Para-Portage of Emily
Muffy Wilson
March 24, 3015 Release Date

Emily fell in love with the Mariner's Maiden Cove,
an Island estate. Beneath the pristine beauty,
seduction hungered in the shadows created
by the flickering light...and dark past.

The truth is, Emily had discovered the shadows created by light and dark. Furthermore, she discovered she liked it there, too. A few short weeks ago, when her “uncle”, who was in truth her father’s long time law partner, died, her Father sent her to his Island estate, Mariner’s Maiden, 250 miles north of Chicago to rest and handle his business interests and personal estate. Emily fell in love with the property and when she discovered that her uncle had left it to her in his will, she became even more fascinated by its dark history... 

The original owner, Colin Jorgenson, a sea faring Great Lakes Captain, fell in love with a young Irish beauty of flowing auburn-red hair and green eyes that he married while in his thirties around 1900. He brought his new bride to his Island home. For years, as he built onto his home for her, they waited for a child. Ten years after they wed, Amalya died in childbirth giving life to his son. Her death took everything from him he loved, including his desire for his long awaited son. He returned to the waters with his newborn and the nanny until his schooner was seen in harbor. But there was never a sight of him again and his home lay fallow for decades, waiting…

This is the story of what happens to Emily, who bore a striking resemblance to Amalya. Emily inherited the house, the inhabitants – past and present – and the ghost of the Sea Captain, Colin Jorgenson, who loves and returns to the stone and log home on the hidden cove for the woman he believes is his Amalya. 

Emily, had been in control of her destiny until then, but no longer. In fact, she became a prisoner of the shadow’s seduction…...

Available March 24, 2015
Secret Craving Publishing

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Available March 24, 2015
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Author Bio:  

Muffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.

Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

Thank you, Pablo, for hosting this wonderful interview.  It was very kind and generous of you. I appreciate the time your fans and readers have spent with me, sharing my life, my family and work, sharing my inspirations and life.

Muffy, it is always a pleasure to spend time with you.  Thank you for sharing with us, today. I wish you continued success.

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Sunday, February 22, 2015

Zaidi Features: "Slave" by Angelica Dawson

How does a slave become an equal? What does it take for a young man to see women in a new light?
Will has no interest in women. He thinks them all animals to be trained, beaten. It doesn't take him long to discover his preference for men, but time and error reveal how wrong his view toward women is. Before long, he is able to separate the way he treats women, which is still horrific, from the way he regards women, as fellow human beings.

Pre-order now, and buy it and the original Blue Moon House for only $0.99 each! Have your copy of Slave waiting for you on March 15th. Also available at these outlets:
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About the Author
Angelica Dawson has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards – mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.
She contributes flash fiction to several blogging collectives and excerpts from work in progress can also be found on her blog (http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com). She is active on Facebook (http://facebook.com/authorangelicadawson) and Twitter (@angelicadawson). Her stories don't scrape the surface of BDSM, but go deep.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Flash Friday: "An Unexpected Season"

Happy Friday!! As usual, my friends and I are flashing this Friday. Today, our inspirational pic is quite lovely. We each write 100 words, no more or less, on the same pic, so once you're finished here, take a look at the visions of my talented friends...

An Unexpected Season

She squinted her honey-brown eyes, concern and purpose warring for purchase. Wrong.

“Who woke me?”

No answer. No birds singing or butterflies landing on her skin to delight her.

She exited her hidden castle and flew to the nearest lake – ice - the limbs of her beloved trees bare, their leaves covered in cold white crystals.

Her voice echoing against the dead of winter, she called out again.

“What madness is this?”

She gasped, his presence unexpected.

“Ah, ‘twas you who woke me.”

Artemis shed a single tear as he embraced her, the dead of winter giving way to spring.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Zaidi Features: New Release - "The Witch's Kiss" by Tricia Schneider

The Witch’s Kiss


Marianne Grey is a ghost. But, she's not dead. Cursed by a necromancer, Marianne searches for the elusive spell needed to merge her spirit with her physical body. She's not alone in her search. Her neighbor and best friend, Sage Merriweather, has vowed to help her break the curse.

Sage suffers from his own demons. Literally. After surviving a horrific attack, a demon has bonded with him, mutating Sage's magic so he can only conjure fire. Until he can break the bond, he is a danger to everyone near him, including those he loves.

From the glittering ballrooms of London to eerily dark graveyards, Marianne and Sage battle forces of evil destined to claim their souls for eternity. Though their newfound love for each other may be the toughest battle of all.


“Do you ever wonder why I never propositioned you?” Sage asked, the anger in his soul making him lash out. “I’ve been with many women. They call me the Merriweather Rake, did you know?” He laughed at the absurd moniker the ton had dubbed him. “Yet you are the only one I’ve never seduced.”

She flinched.

He thought the pain spreading across her face would make him feel just in his cause. He needed to push her away. From the look on her face, he succeeded. Instead of the satisfaction he thought it might bring, he felt only pain.

Pain from her sadness, her suffering.

“You are a good man, Sage,” she said with a slight tremor in her voice, the only sign she was affected by his cruel words.

“Do not fool yourself.”

She stood and walked away.

The lavender scent faded. Sage rubbed a hand over his eyes, trying to block the image of her sadness from his mind.

Had he done the right thing?

This curse confined Marianne to a select few. Essentially, she was forced to speak with him, spend time with him, even just for the pure sake of her sanity. What choice did she have when no one else could hear or see her?

Marianne was not to blame for the fact that Sage’s feelings regarding her were changing, that when he looked at her he saw not a child with gangly limbs, but a woman full-grown. One who had become a close friend. And that he desired their friendship to grow into something much more…intimate.

Was he a fool to punish her for his own misgivings?

Sage heaved a heavy sigh, then slapped the surface of the water since he had nothing else nearby to strike. The water sloshed over the rim.

Since the bathwater had cooled and any therapeutic effects it might once have owned vanished, he stepped out of the tub. After he dried and dressed, he went out in search of Marianne to make his apologies. He couldn’t push her away. Instead, he needed to restrain his own growing emotions. No need to burden her with any more troubles. Who else could she speak with other than him? Only Julia. He could not imagine the invisible prison she suffered. He’d not make it worse for her.

He wandered the hallways, searching each room until he found her.

Well, in a manner of speaking.

He thought to check the yellow room in the east wing, hoping she might have retreated there to lick any wounds he had inflicted.

Although her body was in the room, her spirit was nowhere to be found.

He approached the bed where they had neatly laid her body. To the untrained observer, Marianne could be sleeping. Her chest rose and fell, indicating she breathed still. A rosy color kept her cheeks pink with life. He reached out and took her limp hand in his, feeling the warmth of her skin.

She was no corpse. Merely sleeping. A deep, deep sleep. And she could not wake without her soul.

About the Author:

Tricia Schneider is an author of paranormal and gothic romance. Before the supernatural took possession of her pen, she worked for several years in a Waldenbooks store as Assistant Manager and bookseller. Since the closing of the bookstore, she now writes full-time while raising her 3 young children. She lives with her musician husband and 2 neurotic cats in the coal country of Pennsylvania.

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Other Information:
SubGenre(s): Regency, Gothic, Paranormal
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Imprint: Black Rose
Length: Rosebud
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Page Count: 208
Word Count: 49640
Keywords: romance, paranormal, historical, witches, witchcraft, demon, ghost, necromancer, magic, spells, Regency, England
Digital Price: $3.99
Print Price: $13.99
Release Date: February 18, 2015
ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-751-1
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-750-4
Series: Book 4 of The Merriweather Witches

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Zaidi Features: "Listen Just Once" by A R Von




This is a story of a young girl who experiences things no child should ever experience. Lizzie tries and tries to get the attention of her mother to get it to stop, to get her to help. She is also left with the duty of protecting her sister, Rose from the monster. A man who makes both girls shiver when he comes to babysit them. If only the one person who SHOULD be there to listen, WOULD just be there for them. If only her mother would listen, just once…


“Mama, please don’t go,” Lizzie whispers so very low that no one could hear her. She speaks very quietly because she fears her mother will yell at her again, punish her or even worse, hit her. Her mother is always going out, coming home when the sun starts to rise on the next day, stinking like cigarettes and alcohol YUCK! Then sleeping to the early evening hours and leaving Lizzie and Rose to fend for themselves.

Lizzie really hates when she and her sister are left with John, the newest sitter. Why a man babysitter? He’s so big, scary looking and smells funny. He does not even smile much and when he does, it’s creepy. He’s barely spoken two words to the girls since he entered their home, only observes—no stares at Lizzie more than her sister. Actually, he barely gives Rose a glance. The first time he watched the sisters, they had never met him before that night and their mama just left him with them as their sitter. Without barely an introduction or instructions. Just a ‘Girls meet John’ then she left them in his care. That was less than two weeks ago and now, here he is once again. 

Tonight, their mama leaves them with him once again without instruction or care. Both girls were hoping he would never come back. That their old sitter, Jenny would come back to them and all would be normal again, but no…Now, Lizzie and her sister do not feel safe. Lizzie more so. She fears going to sleep with her mama gone and a stranger in her place. At least this time, they've already tucked themselves in bed.

 “I don’t like him, Rose.” 

“Me neither, he’s scary!”





About the author

A.R. was born and raised in Bronx, NY and is the oldest daughter of two girls. She holds an Associate’s Degree in Computer Science and Information Technology, which was only briefly used. She’s a mother of two entertaining teen boys (as well as a lovely fawn Chihuahua, whom she considers her furry daughter.) She’s also a wife to a delightfully handsome and amazingly funny man-beast. She loves anything dragon and fantasy related. In her free time she enjoys exercising, writing, listening to music, hiking, cooking, dancing and reading. She also loves a great adventure in and out of a book!
She writes to free her mind of its constant wondering and clutter. She thrives on the fact she can share some of it with readers that have the same passion for a great story.

She also loves to hear from her reader’s and chat away, so feel free to reach out to her any time.
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WEB SITE: http://ar-von.com/

Saturday, February 14, 2015

New Release is LIVE Today: "Dai's Dark Valentine" by Dariel Raye

“Dai’s Dark Valentine” by Dariel Raye
What happens when a sheltered cat-shifter and a dark fey come together?

Three-hundred years is a long time, but left to its own devices, what began as the vendetta of one man can grow to encompass even more formidable hatred.

Daitre Salons is a beautiful but naïve heiress whose true heritage has been kept secret even from her. Now, her abilities are emerging and her father’s enemies want her dead, but what bothers her most is that her new husband “in name only” insists on treating her like a child.

Joban Beaucoup, professional guard to the Salons family, and dark fey (alternate spelling from Vodouin origin), has chosen to leave the quaint yet suffocating French town of his orphan-childhood and venture to the Americas, but he needs one thing he cannot concoct, despite his magical abilities – a wife.

When Joban agrees to marry Daitre and take her to the Americas with him, he carries her three-thousand miles away, then whisks her three-hundred years into the future to assure her safety, but while Daitre struggles to adjust to this strange new world, manage her newfound powers, and make peace with her feelings for Joban, Joban learns that even here, their enemies have followed them, now more deadly than ever.

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Daitre stepped into the bedroom bath and dashed cold water on her face to keep from crying, Auriel’s words running through her mind. The fear of being captured, poked and prodded by her father’s enemies haunted her.
She hit the light switch, stepping out of the bathroom with every intention of going straight to her bed for a much needed nap, but as she passed his make-shift bed, she couldn’t help stopping. Daitre sat, tentative at first, but the deafening silence in the room urged her on.
She lifted his pillow to her face and rested her cheek against it, his cinnamon and woods scent prompting her to inhale deeply, eyes closed. The mere scent of him triggered a reaction in her body, causing her to stretch, savoring the pleasant tingle zinging straight to her clit and flashing outward again, a delicious warmth infusing her body - arousal.
She dropped the pillow and jumped up, eyes wide. Joban stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable until his mouth covered hers.  She knew he’d used his time-bending ability because she hadn’t seen him move. One moment he watched her embarrassing display from the doorway, the next he was on her, his huge arms wrapped around her waist, lips claiming hers.
Her mind raced but her body responded on instinct, clinging to him, writhing to be free of every and anything separating her from him. As if he heard her plea, Joban released her long enough to respond in his usual dictatorial manner.

“Take these off.” He used his eyes to stress his meaning, stoking her fire with a head to toe gaze, stormy gray depths offering a glimpse of yet another side of him she longed to explore further.

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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Writing Blurbs That Sell: Focus On Conflict in 3-Steps

Three Steps: Writing Blurbs That Sell

One thing that has helped me immensely is writing my synopsis or blurb as I still like to call it, before writing the story. Of course it can be changed later, as my characters emerge in multi-dimensional technicolor, but it gives me something to focus on - conflict.

Back in the day when authors had to murder a multitude of trees sending paper manuscripts to publishers, the message we always got from them was "strengthen the conflict." Maybe not in those words, but conflict gives the plot wings; without it, the story just seems to plod along or even worse, meander and ramble.

The conflict can be between the main characters (my personal favorite), their families, tribes, or affiliates, or some external conflict they both end up fighting. Also, it's best to have all three or some combination of them. The more conflict we have in our stories, the more exciting it becomes.

So, with that in mind, everyone has their own way of crafting a blurb, and I've read many formulas, but the simplest and best way I've found is to put conflict first. Here's my 3-step process...

1. In one sentence (complex sentences are fine), sum up the relationship between your hero and heroine, stressing an unavoidable conflict or some common ground that brings them together - perhaps they work on opposing sides or there's some force or situation that they must team up to overcome. Here's an example of common ground...

Example: It all comes down to freedom. He needs freedom from imprisonment, and she needs freedom from tyranny.

Immediately, questions arise. What imprisonment? Why was he imprisoned? What kind of tyranny? Who's the tyrant? and you have interest. 
Let's look at one where the conflict is based on opposing personality traits between the hero and heroine...

Example: What's a straight-laced Nephilim-descendant to do when a human trouble magnet steals his heart?

Again, questions arise, and not only do we have one obvious conflict, but two. First of all, there were never supposed to be any Nephilim, let alone descendants, and what's this one doing with a human in the first place? 

2. Give us a few basics about each character, one at a time. Tell us enough to whet our appetites about each one's present situation. Again, focus on conflict. If it doesn't enhance the conflict, leave it out. In this example we learn something about the heroine's predicament. We find out very quickly what she wants,  what she's been denied, and what's important to her.

Example: Palima’s father is the Moorish ruler of a small rural town long surpassed by the twenty-first century. Her life has been spent in a palace with all the trappings of a princess, yet the one thing she desires has been denied – the opportunity to pursue her dreams despite being born female.

3. Pull the two (hero and heroine) together in your summary,
stressing what they're up against. Show a strong connection between them, using each one's unique challenges. You're not trying to tell your readers everything, but just offer an interesting teaser to make them want more...

Example: When Davik's path collides with that of Palima, they embark on a journey filled with danger on every side, and Palima’s father has vowed to uphold his outdated law at all costs, including their lives.

So there it is. Now, this is not to say it's easy, or that it doesn't require some deep thought. Conflict is exciting, but it should always be character-based. Obviously, a conflict for one character won't necessarily work for another due to differences in their personalities and situations. Since this article is by no means exhaustive, I'll leave you with a few follow-up resources on conflict. Feel free to add suggestions or tools from your personal writing arsenal in comments :-)

Creating Conflict

How to Keep Readers Interested

Author Holly Lisle on Creating Conflict

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