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Plagiarism: Krissy Reynolds on Amazon

This person is profiting off the works of numerous authors. I’m on mobile but from what I’ve seen thus far this person has stolen works from several fandoms including:

Law and Order by love.devil.movies.baby (TWD)
Bottled Genius by Torenreza (Inuyasha)
Sealskin by Loupee (Hunger Games)

I’m not sure how to report but please go review/rate them 1 star and include the names of the original works so others know to avoid this scammer.

Update 3: Reynolds has been removed from both Amazon and Goodreads!!!
Everdeen Vineyards

happy valentine’s day, just barely! here’s a little drabble that wouldn’t leave me, hope you enjoy <3


“Have you had a chance to look at the menu yet?” Katniss asked the back of the man’s head, her eyes already scanning the room to make note of the new patrons she still needed to greet. A steady flow of customers through the tasting room was keeping her busy–not that she was complaining. Not much, anyway.

The man turned around, and she snapped her gaze back to him, a polite smile fixing itself to her lips. “Not yet, I’m afraid.” He smiled, and her expression froze as she got a look at his face for the first time. “Hey, Katniss.”

It took an embarrassingly long moment for the synapses in her brain to fire, and her smile slipped. “Oh–Peeta?” Why she phrased it like a question, she didn’t know. Of course, it was Peeta. She’d recognize that face, with those blue eyes and that sweet smile, anywhere. She just hadn’t expected to see it here. “Oh my god–what–I mean, hi. Wow.”

He laughed slightly, and she felt herself blushing. She shook her head, forcing a laugh too. “I’m sorry. How are you?” she asked awkwardly. She wasn’t entirely sure of the protocol for greeting an old high school classmate who’d existed mainly on the periphery of her acquaintances. The last time she’d seen him was graduation 10 years ago.

“I’m good,” he said, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “I just wanted to check this place out. I, ah, saw your post about it on Facebook.” He looked sheepish when he said that, and she blinked. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that–the fact that he could, and did, apparently, read her posts on Facebook. She’d accepted his friend request years ago in college without much thought; they weren’t friends or anything, but she’d received numerous requests from people she barely knew from high school over the years, so it hadn’t seemed too strange. Some–actually, probably most requests–she’d declined. She hadn’t seen the harm in adding him, though. She didn’t know him well, but Peeta Mellark was nice. Funny. Popular. College wrestling champion two years in a row, or something like that–not that she was keeping tabs. He’d regularly show up in her feed over the years, even though they never interacted.

Since she barely used Facebook these days, it just didn’t occur to her he would ever see anything from her.

“Right, of course,” she said with a dazed laugh. “That was the point. Um, thanks for coming. That’s–that’s really nice of you.” She folded her arms over her chest, feeling uncomfortable and not sure what to do with her hands. They were trembling slightly.

Peeta pressed his lips into a small smile, his eyes darting around as he surveyed the room, the people milling around them. “This place looks incredible.”

She wondered if she was ever going to stop blushing at this point. “Thank you. I mean, most of the groundwork was already laid.” She took a deep breath, not wanting to launch into that story. If he’d seen her post, then he’d already learned of her efforts to revitalize her family’s old vineyard, which had been in disrepair since her father’s death more than a decade ago. “Let me get you a menu.”

He nodded while she grabbed a paper menu from a nearby table, holding it out for him. “We do glasses and bottles of the wines listed here, but we also offer a tasting where you can sample seven of our wines. If you haven’t been here before, I recommend that.” She stopped herself and laughed, shaking her head. “Which, of course you haven’t. This weekend is the grand reopening. I just mean–that’s probably what you want to do.”

His eyes flicked up to her from the menu, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll do that. Thank you.”

“Sure. Just find a seat outside if you’d like, and I’ll bring the wine to you,” she said with a vague gesture toward the patio, already turning away to scurry to the bar. She needed a moment to compose herself, inexplicably rattled.

It was just…Peeta. Mellark. Here. To see her. Or rather, to see her vineyard, but it was her vineyard. And he’d come because she’d made a post on Facebook proudly announcing the reopening of Everdeen Vineyards, after three years of planning and toiling and fermenting wines until they were just right.

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Are you ready for this? We’re kicking off another round of RETHG where we read, create, fangirl/guy and dissect our favorite books and OTP. 

Every week we read two chapters which are accompanied with questions and prompts that engage the fandom in various ways. You can choose to write/think/create/act on those, or do what you feel inspired to do. Just tag with #rethg and your post will be blogged on @everlarkedalways and many other blogs that regularly participate!

We always end the reread with a rewatch where we take a specific time to corporately watch the movies together! It’s definitely one of my favorite fandom things I’ve ever participated in. Join us! You will not regret it. :)

Let’s do this, THG fandom!

THE HUNGER GAMES

  • 4/3-4/9        Ch. 1 & 2
  • 4/10-4/16    Ch. 3 & 4
  • 4/17-4/23    Ch. 5 & 6
  • 4/24-4/30    Ch. 7 & 8
  • 5/1-5/7        Ch. 9 & 10
  • 5/8-5/14      Ch. 11 & 12
  • 5/15-5/21    Ch. 13 & 14
  • 5/22-5/28    Ch. 15 & 16
  • 5/29-6/4      Ch. 17 & 18
  • 6/5-6/11      Ch. 19 & 20
  • 6/12-6/18    Ch. 21 & 22
  • 6/19-6/25    Ch. 23 & 24
  • 6/26-7/2      Ch. 25, 26 & 27

CATCHING FIRE

  • 7/3-7/9        Ch. 1 & 2
  • 7/10-7/16    Ch. 3 & 4
  • 7/17-7/23    Ch. 5 & 6
  • 7/24-7/30    Ch. 7 & 8
  • 7/31-8/6      Ch. 9 & 10
  • 8/7-8/13      Ch. 11 & 12
  • 8/14-8/20    Ch. 13 & 14
  • 8/21-8/27    Ch. 15 & 16
  • 8/28-9/3      Ch. 17 & 18
  • 9/4-9/10      Ch. 19 & 20
  • 9/11-9/17    Ch. 21 & 22
  • 9/18-9/24    Ch. 23 & 24
  • 9/25-10/1    Ch. 25, 26 & 27

MOCKINGJAY

  • 10/2-10/8       Ch. 1 & 2
  • 10/9-10/15     Ch. 3 & 4
  • 10/16-10/22   Ch. 5 & 6
  • 10/23-10/29   Ch. 7 & 8
  • 10/30-11/5     Ch. 9 & 10
  • 11/6-11/12      Ch. 11 & 12
  • 11/13-11/19    Ch. 13 & 14
  • 11/20-11/26    Ch. 15 & 16
  • 11/27-12/3      Ch. 17 & 18
  • 12/4-12/10      Ch. 19 & 20
  • 12/11-12/17    Ch. 21 & 22
  • 12/18-12/24    Ch. 23 & 24
  • 12/25-12/31    Ch. 25, 26, 27

RETHG MOVIE REWATCH

THE HUNGER GAMES             JAN. 1, 2018
CATCHING FIRE                       JAN. 7, 2018
MOCKINGJAY PART 1              JAN. 14, 2018
MOCKINGJAY PART 2              JAN. 21, 2018

Dilation and Curettage

Summary: The label might as well have said it—might as well have advertised the procedure Katniss was there for in bright neon lights, or painted in smoke across the sky. Dilation and Curettage. She was there to be opened up, to have some part of herself irrevocably hollowed out, and there didn’t seem much point in trying to hide that.

A/N: Modern AU Everlark. Rated M for adult themes and explicit language. 

With special thanks, as always, to @dandelionsunset, @eala-musings, @everlylark, @finduilasnumenesse, and @jennagill for their friendship, support, guidance, and betaing. Contains direct, revised, and repurposed quotes from The Hunger Games books and films, which, unlike any mistakes you find here, are not mine. Song lyrics by Amy Winehouse.


Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the gods,
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game.


The clipboard balanced precariously on her lap, the letters on the top page of the informed consent form dancing a macabre jitterbug every time her knee pistoned up and down. Katniss gnawed the corner of her thumbnail, unwilling to steady the clipboard with her hand. If the damn thing fell, it fell. What did it fucking matter?

The solid wooden door leading back to the surgery snicked open, a heavily pregnant woman shuffling out with one hand on her swollen stomach and the other clutching a thin, filmy sheet of paper, mostly black, that showed in stark contrast the shadowy figure of the baby she was carrying inside her. Her beaming eyes met Katniss’ for a moment, but then flicked away nervously from whatever she saw lurking there.

Misery was catching, after all. Maybe bad luck was too.

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“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self-pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta dies. Me.
“I do,” I say. “I need you.”