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Hey friends! I just wanted to let you know that Suppressed is FREE for the first time ever!! And Resurfaced is still available at the special discounted price thru 4/10! Tell your friends, share the love

I know a lot of you, my wonderful readers, have been itching to get your hands on the sequel to Suppressed (especially after that ending! #sorry), so I have put it up for pre-order for you guys!! I’m so excited!

If you haven’t seen it yet, here’s the cover:

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Isn’t it gorgeous?? Check them out side-by-side:

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I die!!! Cover designer Molly Phipps is amazing!!!

Here’s where you can pre-order from Amazon.com! 

Don’t miss out on the special pre-order price!!!

As always, thanks for reading!

Wendi

I’ve been miserable with my body and packing on the pounds for the last couple of years and no “diet” I tried was sustainable. None of the weight loss supplements I tried made a lick of difference. No exercise plan lasted longer than a few days.


 


I stepped on the scale in July of this year and instantly burst into tears. I was only 6 pounds shy of my full term pregnancy weight. I gained 40 pounds during my pregnancies, so this was quite the blow. I decided I had to make a change. I’d heard about the Keto way of eating, joined some FB groups and made the change on July 10, 2017.


 


I decided to keep it quiet outside of my immediate circle. One, I didn’t want people to see me fail if I failed. And two, if I didn’t fail, I wanted to surprise my family for Christmas.


 


Well, I haven’t failed.  Between July 10th and December 8th (That’s less than 5 months, people!), I lost 50 pounds. No yo-yoing. No magic pills or powders or supplements of any kind. I only eat real food. No exercise routine. I’m rarely hungry and I never feel deprived. My knees stopped hurting all the time and I’ve got loads more energy.


My greatest tool was an amazing group I found on Facebook. It’s called: Low Carb Journey (Cooking Keto with Kristie). These people know what they’re talking about. They eat real food, count total carbs, and there is so much info in there that any question you could possibly have has most likely already been answered. The founder of the group, Kristie Sullivan is amazing. She has a Youtube channel and a cookbook  filled with  low-carb, copycat recipes that’s she’s spent weeks and months perfecting to taste as much like the real thing as possible.

I have coffee with heavy cream and coconut oil for breakfast, then lunch is usually something fatty and low carb. A cheeseburger with no bun dipped in mayo. Pizza casserole (check the cookbook). Cheesecake. Yes, I said cheesecake. Hot wings. My current obsession is jalapeño poppers. If I’m hungry… and I rarely am… for dinner, I’ll eat chicken or whatever meat I prepared for the rest of the family.

That’s it. No weird shakes. No  chemically-produced “ketones” (I’m not even sure what that is). No starvation. Just keep every meal at 7 or less carbs and no more than 20 in a day. Make sure your fat intake is greater than your protein. Join the group. See the success stories. Have your questions answered.

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I still want to lose another 35 pounds, and I’m well on my way!!

Thanks for reading, 
Wendi

Check out this amazing giveaway! You could win a copy of Rebel of the Sands by Alwyn Hamilton and a $100 Amazon gift card! Think of how many books you could buy with that!!!!!

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**Click the image to enter!!!You could win $100

In June, the Alliance of Young Adult Authors is sponsoring a massive young adult scavenger hunt. This is a chance to meet some new authors, grab a bunch of free books, and sign up to win a whole bunch of epic prizes!

RULES

Each author will be given a special keyword, which will be bolded and all caps like this: BUTTERFLIES.

All you have to do is visit all the author’s sites in this order, write down the special keywords to discover the short story, then enter the giveaway with the completed secret legend HERE.

There will be one main giveaway for the main prize, but most of the participating authors will also have smaller giveaways for free books, amazon credit and author swag, so make sure you read their post carefully to see what else they’re offering while you’re on their site for the keyword.

THE MAP (participating authors)








Cindy Ray Hale
Katherine Bogle
Melle Amade
David Kudler
A.M. Yates
Alethea Kontis
Stevie Rae Causey
Katlyn Duncan
Debbie Manber Kupfer
Meredith Rose
N.M. Howell
Lara Ann
K.M. Robinson
J.A. Culican
Heather Karn
Rob L. Slater
Dylan Keefer
Sarah K. Wilson
L.J. Higgins
Gina Marie Long
Em Kazmierski
Travis Hall
Heather Young-Nichols
Anna Santos
J.L. Weil
Jo Schneider
Rebecca Fernfield
Kristin D. Van Risseghem
Martine Lewis
Tara Benham
Stacy Claflin
Beth Hammond
Erica Cope
Nicole Zoltack
Char Webster
Sabrina Ramoth
T.J. Muir
Raquel Lyon
Beth Rodgers
S.L. Beaumont
Eva Pohler
Melanie McFarlane
Cheryllynn Dyess
Audrey Rich
Amanda Zieba
Sandie Will
Elle Scott
Angie Grigaliunas
Ashley Maker
Mandy Peterson
Audrey Grey
Elisa Dane
Amy McNulty
Melinda Cordell
Monica Leonelle
Claire Luana
Frost Kay
Preeti C. Sharma
Bentz Deyo
April Wood
Lena Mae Hill
Angel Leya
Wendi Wilson
Wendy Knight
Chogan Swan
Tamara Hart Heiner
Norma Hinkens
Patti Larsen
Megan Crewe
Jamie Thornton
Jessie Renée
T.A. Maclagan
Lydia Sherrer
Phyllis Moore
P.D. Workman
J.A. Armitage
K.N. Lee
Angela Fristoe
Rhonda Sermon
G.K. DeRosa
Erin Richards
Ali Winters
Larissa C. Hardesty
Kristine Tate
Debra Kristi
Bella Rose
Cortney Pearson
Jeff Kohanek
Kristal Shaff
Rachel Morgan
Emma Right
C.L. Cannon
Joanne Macgregor
Lindsey Loucks
Farah Cook
Erin Hayes
Jesikah Sundin
Dorothy Dreyer
Danielle Annett
C.J. Ethington
L.C. Hibbett
Madeline Dyer
Katie John
Nicole Schubert
Rachel Medhurst
Tee G Ayer
May Freighter
Heather Dyer
Jen Minkman
J.L. Gillham
Karen Tomlinson
Kate Haye
Megan Linski
Martina Billings
Jo Ho
Brian King
Inna Hardison
Rachel Bateman
Sally Henson
J.L. Hendricks
A.L. Knorr
T.M. Franklin
Konstanz Silverbow
felisha Antonette
Jake Devlin
S.F. Benson
Laurie Treacy
Emily Martha Sorensen
Leia Stone
T. Rae Mitchell
J. Keller Ford
Kat Stiles
Jessica Hawke
Elyse Reyes
Sophie Davis
Bianca Scardoni
Jenetta Penner
David R. Bernstein
Olivia Wildenstein
Derek Murphy










Starts June 1st!

Just go through the “treasure map” above to find the keywords and reconstruct the secret legend. Once you’ve got it, enter for the grand prize HERE. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for other giveaways or free books as you search for the keywords, most authors will be offering their own prizes as well.

For rules, updates or trouble-shooting, make sure to check out this main post which will stay updated.




TIMELINE

Authors will post the rules and the full list of participating authors sometime in June, and have their post up and visible on their site/blog, with their keyword, by June 1st. Readers just need to go through the list, find the words, and use the story to enter for the grand prize.

 

Oh. My. God.

Okay, I’m going to be honest here. It’s been a long time since I read Invidious, book 2 of The Marked Series. Just shy of eleven months. Now, I read A LOT of books. Hell, I’ve written two books since I read it. I also have a terrible memory, so I can honestly say when I started this, I had no idea what happened in Invidious. I only remember that I loved it.

That, however, did not stop me from diving right into Iniquitous. And it wasn’t a problem. Bianca’s writing is so magnificent, her storytelling so well-developed, that I was immediately sucked right back into Jemma’s world. Like I’d never left.

I fell in love with these characters all over again… Jemma is strong. She’s taking what life and destiny have handed her and doing what needs to be done. Trace is just as amazing as ever. And Dominic- I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with him, but it started leaning toward the love side with Invidious. Now I adore him.

That ending, though. I remember wanting to punch someone in the face when I read book 1 and I’m feeling the urge come over me again. I can’t stop thinking about it and the implications for each of the characters.

This story is ahhhh-mazing! Read the books. Do it now. Really. I give Iniquitous FIVE very enthusiastic stars. It was unputdownable!

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Click here to buy the book on Amazon or read for free through Kindle Unlimited!

Oh. My. God. I love THIS ENTIRE SERIES so much!

All four of these books make up an intense, imaginative story that keeps you on your toes from beginning to end. My emotions ran the gamut, from excitement to depression, disbelief to shock, anger to tears of pure happiness. So basically— I had all the feels.

I love every character in this series. The good, the bad, the bad that want to be good, the bad that have so much fun being bad. They are well-developed, interesting, thought-provoking beasts that had me second guessing my every prediction. And, for the record, I was usually wrong.

The amount of effort put into weaving this tale is evident. It’s so complex, so intriguing, with no detail left dangling at the end. Every question was answered, every mystery solved, every problem these characters faced was resolved beautifully. And the world-building… ah, exquisite!

Love, true friendship, commitment, redemption- this series has it all. I wish I had the power to make this series into a movie. It would be amazing. I highly recommend this  entire series, to readers who enjoyed Vampire Academy, The Mortal Instruments, and Twilight. You’re gonna love it.

Hello beautiful readers!

I’m so excited for the upcoming release of Suppressed! A young adult paranormal romance with witches and mermaids, Suppressed opened a whole new world to me and my writing. Not only are there new characters and a new world, I also wrote it in the first person for the first time, which was as scary as it was exciting!

The book is still with its editors, but I’m going to jump the gun here and share the first chapter with you! Keep in mind that some things may change slightly and any typos will be fixed before the book releases on May 16th! Let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

 

Chapter 1

“I’m done.”

“What do you mean, you’re done? You’ll get back to work right now, or so help me, I’ll make you regret it, princess.”

“I told you not to call me that, you old hag! I’m leaving and there’s nothing you can do about it. Clean this crappy house yourself.”

“Kailani!”

“What?”

I’m ripped from another daydream by my mother’s urgent voice. I’m disappointed, because this time I was really letting Miss Coraline have it. My body is on autopilot as I start mechanically rubbing the mirror with the soft cloth in my hand. I try to retreat back into the fantasy because I’m pretty sure I was going to slap the old lady just before I walked out the door.

“You should have finished this room an hour ago,” my mother says in a quiet voice.

I give up on continuing my glorious dream exit and turn to look at mom. Her bright red hair is tied up with a blue bandana and she has dirt smudged on her nose. The urgency in the green depths of her eyes makes me want to roll mine, but I somehow manage to refrain.

“Mom, she’s not even here. I’ll be done before she gets back.”

“Just go, Kai. I’ll finish here.” She smooths my hair, tucking a lock as vibrant as her own behind my ear with a smile. “It’s almost time for school. You should go get ready.”

I take a look at the watch on my arm- a large masculine piece- the only thing I have of a father I’ve never met. He left us when I was a baby. I don’t know why I treasure a watch from a man who couldn’t be bothered to stick around for me, but I do.

The hands tell me it’s nearly eight. I’ve been cleaning for two and a half hours, trying to take some of the workload off mom. She’s been looking tired lately, so I’ve been doubling up on my chores. I don’t know why Miss Coraline works her so hard, or why my mom stays. She refuses to talk about it, saying only that this is where we have to be.

I rush up the spiral staircase to my room, all the way up to the third floor of the spacious mansion. I pull the rubber band from my hair as I walk, shaking the red tresses free while trying to finger comb out the tangles. Once in my room, I pull off my dirty work clothes as I cross the space to my closet. It only takes ten steps to get there. The room is barely big enough to hold my twin bed and a dresser, but it’s mine. My only refuge in this place from the old hag who owns it.

I snatch a pair of jeans and a faded flannel shirt from the closet and walk quickly across the hall to the small bathroom my mother and I share. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I get dressed and head back to my room for my shoes and backpack. Another glance at my watch tells me that if I hurry, I’ll have enough time to swing by the kitchen for a bagel before I have to leave. I slip on a pair of dock shoes with no socks and grab my bag.

I screech to a halt half way down the stairs, nearly losing my balance and toppling the rest of the way, when I hear it. It’s the one thing guaranteed to dampen my spirits and ruin my day. It’s the dreaded voice of Miss Coraline.

“Why isn’t this room finished? I expected it to be one hundred percent spotless by the time I returned.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

I grit my teeth at my mother’s words. Oh, how I hate it when she calls the old hag ma’am. I tiptoe my way down the rest of the steps, silently thanking God for the carpet runner that muffles my footsteps. I decide to forgo breakfast, for the path to the kitchen leads right by the parlor where my mom is pandering to that hateful old lady she calls boss.

I slip through the front door and close it with a soft click behind me. Swinging my backpack over my shoulder, I run down the driveway as fast as my legs will take me- which isn’t really that fast. I am, by no stretch of the imagination, a runner. My legs are better-equipped for the water. I inhale deeply at the thought of water, breathing in the briny breeze blowing from the back of the house.

The house’s proximity to the sea is the only, and I mean only, positive thing about living with Miss Coraline. A set of rickety wood steps leads from the back veranda straight down to the beach. The small window in my bedroom overlooks it. I can swim whenever I want, which is pretty much every day. It’s my escape when the confines of my room close in on me.

A large truck rattles by, pulling me from my reverie. I slow my steps, watching the bright white and orange cargo vehicle slow down as it passes me. I get a little nervous because, well, I’m alone, on a private road, and it’s a cargo truck. This is every would-be kidnapper’s dream. I stop and pick up a jagged rock, just to be safe.

The tension leaves my body as the truck turns right and slowly drives out of sight. I release the rock and stare at the red marks on my palm where the jagged edges had cut into the flesh. I shake out my hand, wipe it on the leg of my jeans and start walking again. As I reach the drive where the truck turned, I notice the word “sold” printed in bright red letters on the real estate sign that has been there for months.

Someone bought the old McCormick place. The thought rolls through my brain as I walk the rest of the way to school. It feels weird, having neighbors. Mr. McCormick lived all alone in that huge house for most of my childhood. He died when I was ten, and the house sat empty the last six years while wrapped up in probate. I wonder what the new people will be like. Miss Coraline hated old Mr. McCormick, so I never actually met him. Of course, she hates everyone, so she’ll probably forbid me from talking to the new people, too.

The high school comes into view and I break into a jog, knowing it’s useless. Thanks to my slow, thoughtful pace, I’m late. I walk through the doors of the L-shaped, one story building and head straight for the office. Santa Lorelei High services the entire island, which has a population of only about two thousand. The entire high school houses only five hundred students at any given time, so there’s no way I can sneak into my homeroom class unnoticed. I gave up trying two years ago.

“Miss Ericson. So nice of you to join us.”

The receptionist in the main office speaks to me in a pleasant voice, just as she always does. It doesn’t matter when I arrive, she is always kind. I’m sure she knows Miss Coraline, knows what I have to deal with every day, and takes it easy on me out of pity. Whatever. I’ll take it.

“Sorry, Mrs. White,” I mumble.

“It’s quite all right, dear,” the older lady tells me. “You’re actually just in time to do me a favor.”

I raise one eyebrow, wondering what I could possibly do for her. She smiles, then nods her head as her eyes focus on something behind me. I take a quick peek over my shoulder to see what she’s looking at. At least, I mean for it to be a quick peek. There’s a boy I’ve never seen before sitting against the wall. As I turn, I catch him staring at my butt before his eyes quickly rise to meet mine.

I’m sure my face is a glowing red sea, my freckles standing out like tiny islands. I quickly forget the embarrassment, however, when he continues to stare without speaking. His eyes are a deep blue, like the ocean in my backyard, and I can’t seem to look away as a calm settles over me.

“Kailani, this is Bryce Howell,” Mrs. White says, breaking me out of my trance. I turn toward her as she continues. “Today is his first day and I would like you to show him around.”

I open my mouth to object, but a stern look from Mrs. White has me snapping it shut again. I hate being the center of attention and walking into class with a hot new guy is going to put me right into the fire. I frown at the thought. Hot? I turn and take another look at him. This time he’s looking at Mrs. White, not my butt.

His dark hair is sticking out at weird angles and, as I watch, he runs his fingers through it showing me the cause of its disarray. His face is smooth and clear, not sporting that day-old stubble most junior boys have, trying look sexy, but failing. He is wearing faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt, which doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Is he hot? Why, yes. Yes, he is.

A smirk turns up one side of his mouth as his eyes turn toward me and he catches me staring. I quickly turn back to face Mrs. White, feeling my face heat up again. Gah, having pale skin and freckles is so annoying. I couldn’t hide a blush if my life depended on it.

I shoot her a pleading look, but she ignores it, saying, “Thank you, Miss Ericson. I’ll excuse your tardy. You two better be on your way.” And just like that, we’re dismissed.

Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, I turn to face him. He unfolds his frame from the chair, stretching as he stands. My eyes are drawn to a sliver of bare skin exposed between his shirt and belt has he bends slightly backwards during his stretch.

“Ahem.”

My eyes snap to his and he smiles that cocky boy smile I’ve seen so many times in this school. The I-know-I’m-hot smile. I hate that smile. But on this boy, it’s…I don’t know. It has a ring of truth I can’t deny. Then he opens his mouth.

“My eyes are up here.”

I blush for the third time in five minutes, but my embarrassment quickly turns to righteous indignation. I’d seriously just caught him ogling my behind, and he’s calling me out for taking a peek at his abs? What a jerk.

I push through the door, not waiting to see if he’ll follow. If he gets lost, it’s his problem, not mine. I shake my head at the thought. Nobody could get lost in this tiny school. If I hurry, I may be able to slip into homeroom before him and people won’t assume we’re together. I quicken my pace.

I reach the door and make to grab the handle but instead of smooth metal, my hand closes around warm flesh. I jerk it back as if burned and see a hand with long, well-manicured fingers already wrapped around the knob. A voice close to my ear startles me.

“If you wanted to hold hands, you should have told me,” he says.

The mockery in his voice is evident. I grit my teeth and step back, allowing him to open the door. He motions for me to precede him and I do, walking quickly with my head down, eyes on the floor. I drop my tardy pass on the teacher’s desk and stride to my normal seat in the back.

“Class, we have a new student,” Mr. Jonas says, but I refuse to look up. I can’t stand the thought of those eyes mocking me again.

“This is Bryce Howell. Tell us a bit about yourself, Mr. Howell.”

You could hear a pin drop, everyone was so focused on Bryce. We don’t get many new students here. In fact, the last one was my friend Ana Fuentes, who moved here in second grade. The whole class is riveted. I sneak a glance around and see most of the girls in the class leaning forward in their seats, waiting for him to speak.

“Hi,” Bryce says. “I’m Bryce and I just moved here from California. I am an only child and I like long walks on the beach.”

A smattering of giggles erupts in the class. The girls are eating this crap up. I roll my eyes in disgust, only to see Bryce staring at me again. He smirks and heads to an empty seat in the front row.

“Thank you, Mr. Howell. That was…enlightening.” Mr. Jonas shakes his head. He doesn’t like this guy any more than I do. “All right class, homeroom is over, so open your math books to page seventy-eight.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bryce look around in confusion. I smile, knowing he’s probably wondering why we aren’t moving to a new class with new students, the way most high schools do. Santa Lorelei has only twenty-eight kids in the junior class, so we all have the same classes together. All day. Every day.

I see him shrug and tap Sandy Evans on the shoulder before whispering into her ear. She giggles- what is it with the giggling today? – and nods. Bryce scoots his chair next to hers and puts his arm around the back of her chair so he can lean in to see her book. It’s disgusting, the way she starts tittering and preening. I feel like I could vomit.

It’s the same the rest of the morning. We move to our next class, which is chemistry, in the science lab down the hall. There’s no need for Mrs. Gardner to introduce him, so we put on our safety goggles and light our Bunsen burners. I glance around the room and spot Bryce, this time next to Amelia Boggs. He’s half standing, half sitting on the stool, whispering something, his mouth close to her ear. She doesn’t giggle, I’ll give her that. She is smiling at him, though, a seductive curve of the lips as if she has a secret she’d like to tell only him.

The stool next to me is empty. Ana is my lab partner, but she’s absent today. I could really use her sarcastic wit right now. She’d be tearing these girls to shreds for their simpering antics. My lip curls with the thought. I can’t wait to hear what she’ll say about this.

I feel eyes on me and glance around. In their turn about the room, my eyes are snagged once again by the dark blue depths of Bryce’s. For some reason, I can’t look away. Then he smiles. It’s a sardonic smile, one full of challenge. Two can play this game so I continue to stare, refusing to be the first to fold. His smile grows bigger, showing a row of bright white teeth. My face grows hot, once again, as I stare at him.

I don’t know what it is about this guy. I’ve blushed more this morning than I have in the last six months. Suddenly, his eyes flit away and I realize that Mrs. Gardner has called his name. Looking back at my chemistry notes, I smile and mentally clap myself on the back. It feels like a victory, staring down this obnoxious boy. The challenge that is Bryce Howell suddenly seems promising, making me feel more alive than I have in, well…forever.

 

I hope you liked this sneak peek at Suppressed. Click here to pre-order on Amazon! And don’t forget to leave a comment to tell me your thoughts!

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Hello wonderful readers!

I am so excited to announce that my latest novel, Suppressed, is now available for preorder and will be releasing on May 16th! This is a new story, with new characters- different from my previous work, The Shadowed Series, but not too different.  

In mid-2016, I noticed a couple of flesh-colored bumps on my 8 year old son’s knee. I didn’t think too much of it. I thought they were just bumps- like an ingrown hair or a wart. In October, I noticed there were more… a lot more. He had several on each knee, one on his bicep and a few on his big toe.

I took him to the doctor and got the diagnosis- molluscum contagiosum- a viral infection that causes these bumps. There’s no cure. The only treatment they could offer was to burn them off- a very painful procedure that can cause scarring. My son said thanks, but no thanks. He’d wait it out.

That’s when the doctor informed us the infection could last 6-8 months. In the meantime he had to keep the bumps covered so his brother wouldn’t catch it. This meant long pants, long sleeved shirts and socks at all times. No swimming in our backyard pool. No sharing or even reusing towels.

My son was devastated at these restrictions, so I set out to get as much information as possible and to try everything I could to get rid of these hellish bumps so he could be free to do the things he loves.

I’m sure, if you’re reading this, you’re on the same path I was, trying to find anything, ANYTHING that will at least shorten the time frame. Here, I share my journey with you and reveal what did and didn’t help.

First, I paid $32 for a tiny bottle of Zymaderm. (Hint: it’s cheaper on Amazon, but I wanted to start it that day). It seemed to help, at first. Two or three of the bumps on one leg went away, and I got really excited. The problem was, that while those few little bumps were fading, double that were popping up elsewhere. More surrounding his knees, in his armpits and down his chest. And to make matters worse, after those few initial bumps, none of the rest had any change. Overall, this medicine failed.

Next, I had a friend make me blend of essential oils that seemed to help when her son contracted the virus. I don’t know everything that was in it, but the main oil that she thought helped was Thieves, a blend of Clove, Lemon, Cinnamon, Eucalyptus Radiata, and Rosemary essential oils. Applying this to his bumps daily did nothing. This medicine failed.

Next, I tried pricking a bump with a needle. I read that busting the core (the thick, white/yellow center) would allow blood to get in and actually form antibodies that would fight the infection and get rid of the bumps. My son screamed the second the needle touched him. Fail.

Then I tried rubbing alcohol (I read somewhere that it will fight the infection and…you know the rest). I applied it to the bumps twice a day. At night, I saturated a piece of cotton ball with alcohol and apply it to a bump or two, placing a bandage over it to keep it in place overnight. Sometimes, the bumps would appear smaller in the morning, giving me hope. But they didn’t go away. Fail.

Epsom salt bath. Fail.

Apple cider vinegar. Fail.

Next, on the advice of another mom with experience in this matter, I bought regular tea tree oil at the store. The bottle said it was for aromatherapy uses only, but by this point, I was desperate. My son was contemplating enduring the pain and scarring and asking me if I’d consider taking him in to have them burned off.  So, I bought the aromatherapy tea tree oil and started applying it to the bumps twice a day. Slowly, a few of the bumps started coming to a head. This meant that the core came up to the skin surface so my son could pluck it out. He wouldn’t let me touch them, because this does hurt, a lot. The problem was, he was getting an excema-like rash around the bumps. His skin was scaly and red.

I thought I’d found the cure. The one thing that was going to put an end to my son’s torment after months of daily treatments with one terrible smelling concoction after another. I mentioned it to my friend Michelle, who’s face immediately contorted in horror when I told her I was putting the tea tree oil on my son’s skin.

She told me it was synthetic, not pure, and that it was probably burning his skin. I light bulb went off- that’s why he was getting all those dry, red patches. I was literally burning him. That’s real parent-of-the-year material, right there. FAIL!!!!!!

Michelle made me promise not to put that stuff on him again, and said she would make me a blend of real essential oils to help. I was skeptical. I mean, I’d tried an essential oil blend already and it didn’t work. But, being desperate as I was, I readily agreed.

She gave me this blend in a tiny spray bottle and advised me to spritz it on and spread it around with my fingers at least twice a day. That was on Friday, February 17th, 2017. As of Monday, February 27th, my son was molluscum-free. 

What I mean is, after applying this blend (that actually smells good!) for less than 10 days, every bump my son had came to head so he could pluck it out. The bled and looked like sores for a few days, then healed up. No new bumps formed during the use of it, either. My son was literally dancing around the house while I cried after plucking out the core of the last bump.

He can wear shorts. He doesn’t have to wear socks to bed. He’ll be able to swim when summer hits.

For those of you searching for a remedy, I wanted to share, so I got the recipe from my friend. Here it is:

(These are DōTERRA essential oils.)

melaleuca

on guard

frankincense

arborvitae

Just add a drop of these into a small bottle with coconut oil as the base.

Here is her website where you can order these oils or you can contact her on Facebook if you have any questions.

Good luck on your own journey. I hope this helps!!

Wendi