The Rogue Series eBook Bundle – Historical Romance Series

So I’ve been working extra hard planning to get things done on time. But as always, I don’t usually work according to my plan. I’m very good at that, which I shouldn’t be. I think it’s just my resource star playing up again. If you don’t know what resource star is in bazi or four pillar of destiny term, it’s the star of laziness as well as the star of intelligent, emotions, feelings, comfort zone, and instinct etc. People who have an abundant of this star in their chart are usually very intelligent as well as lazy and also day-dreamy. I don’t have an abundant of this star, if you must know. Just enough.

Anyways, this is what I’ve accomplished in four hours Friday night straight after an eight hours work. A beautiful book cover that I’ve just learnt how to master. Hehe. This is what I do when I’m very tired and don’t want to think. This is what I do when my resource star comes in to play. The product is now the book cover for The Rogue Series Vol. 1, which is available on major online ebookstores.


The Rogue Series Vol. 1
A Historical Romance Series

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The Rogue Series V. 1


Free Highland Kiss eBook and excerpt of When the Sun Courts the Moon

So I’m kind of finally settling in the new flat now, which I’m sharing with my sisters, one of which is Wanitta Praks, who is also a romance author. Though I must admit she writes more of the funny contemporary romance while I write more of the drama type. And don’t tell her this, but I think she’s a better writer than I am. Shit! Now she’d never going stop smiling.
Since it is Waitangi Day, which is a public holiday here in New Zealand, I get time to update my blog as well as my website. Awesome. Even better, it’s a horrible weather type of day, even though technically it’s still summer. What do you expect? It’s Dunedin, New Zealand. Right now it’s gray, windy, and drizzling with rain. And now and again, howling with rain. Perfect! I’m in bed, still in my PJs, and writing. My room has a good view of the angry sea and sad white-gray sky beyond. In a minute or two, I’ll probably go to the kitchen and hunt for food to ease my hunger.
I am now happy to also announce that Highland Kiss, Kiwi Bride Series Book 2 is available to download for free from major online bookstores. Don’t miss it.

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Don’t forget to rate and write review ^_^

Highland Kiss by Alexia Praks
What I thought I’d do also today is to give you a sneak peak of When the Sun Courts the Moon, which is a Kiwi Bride Series book 3. So Here’s the synopsis and excerpt.

NOTE: This is not yet professionally edit. So I do apologize for the grammar, spelling, and punctuation mistakes.

When the Sun Courts the Moon by Alexia Praks

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After the death of her beloved grandmother, Chandra Chandler, known affectionately as Chan, and her two sisters move to Australia to escape their tormented past and build a better life. When a fortune-teller reveals to Chan she will fall in love with a man who is as bright as the sun, she dismisses the very idea as nothing more than hocus pocus. Love, she knows, is beyond her reach. But when the drop dead gorgeous Sam Harrington and his cute daughter waltz into her life, Chan’s world turns upside down. Sam draws her to him like a moth attracted to a flame with his good looks, charismatic personality, and kindness. Most of all, his warm gaze and gentle touches tempts her with the promise of hot seduction — a dangerous territory she is very afraid to enter yet longed to experience. And what about the handsome Jeremy Harrington who is courting her? The man who according to her fortune reading is destined to be her soul mate? Is her attraction to Sam nothing more than a short, hot, intense blaze? Or is it something more?
After the death of his wife from a freak accident, multibillionaire Sam Harrington is sick of women throwing themselves at his feet simply because they are attracted to his enormous bank account and good looks. When he accidentally bumps into a woman named Chan, he instantly knows she is different. He finds he is powerfully attracted to her, and to his surprise, overwhelmingly wants her. When he realizes Chan is dating his cousin Jeremy, he relentlessly courts her none the less, if only to get to know her better and be with her for a stolen moment. When he discovers that this strong, beautiful woman is broken inside and in danger of losing herself, he vows to protect and love her unconditionally. But does Chan wants to be loved and protected by Sam or Jeremy?


The delicate china felt warm against her palms, and Chandra Chandler, known to her few close friends and relative simply as Chan, smiled.
Tea? She was being served green tea. In this very hot weather? It was so like Grandma Su to serve her guests hot drinks, no matter what the weather.
Chan stared long and hard at the light steam rising from the cup towards her face, as though she was fascinated by it. It wasn’t long before she lost herself in her own thoughts again though. Instantly, she felt that dull pain piercing deep within her heart and the lost and the loneliness after losing her grandmother whom she lovingly called Grandma Lin. It will get better, she reminded herself. It will.
“Chan dear?”
Chan jilted back to reality when she heard a soft, gentle voice calling her name, a name which her beloved grandmother had given her because she was born at midnight during the full moon. The name Chandra, which pronounced Chun-druh or simply Chan which pronounced Chun, her grandmother had told her, means the moon in Cambodian.
“I’m sorry?” she queried the elderly woman sitting across from her.
Grandma Su glanced up, her dark eyes—full of wisdom and enlightenment—bored into Chan’s light brown ones.
“You’ve just lost another love one,” she said again. There was a hint of Khmer accent within her speech that Chan didn’t missed. Chan gave her a slight smile, her hands gripping tightly onto her cup of tea.
Yes, Chan had just lost another loved one. It was her grandmother from her mother’s side of the family whom she fondly called Grandma Lin. The kind, gentle ninety years old woman had passed on only three months ago from old age. There was only the three of them now; Chan and her two younger sisters, Dara who was twenty-three years old and Soriya who was twenty-one. Both their parents had died many years before their grandmother. Their mum had passed away from cancer when Chan had been eleven and their dad from a bunch of teenage-drunk-drivers when Chan had been seventeen.
“I’m so sorry to have turned up without informing you first, Grandma Su,” Chan said politely to her grandmother’s best friend whom she also called Grandma out of politeness. “She asked me to come and see you. She was quite persistent.” Chan chuckled a little at the reminder of the old woman’s stubbornness. She took another sip of the green tea. The warm, mild liquid soothed her, and she sighed pleasantly.
“It must be very hard for you and your sisters,” Grandma Su said. “Lin was my best friend. And now she has left me.” She sighed. “But for you, my dear, it is best you move on.” She placed her hand gently on top of Chan’s, a gesture of comfort.
“It’s hard,” Chan said, bowing her head. “But I am determined to move on.”
“Lin would be proud of you,” Grandma Su said. Then she placed her fingers under Chan’s chin and urged her face up slightly so that she could look at the young woman properly. Chan blinked, wondering why Grandma Su was examining her face so intensely. The old woman was staring at Chan’s smooth, round forehead, her brown eyes, tall straight nose, plum lips, and then chin.
“A beautiful face,” she said. “You’ve bloomed very late, Chan. Many bloomed at eighteen, you, you bloomed at twenty-five.”
Chan had to chuckle at Grandma Su’s remark since she had no idea what the woman was talking about. She knew for certain that she did not have a beautiful face, nor had she ever bloomed. She didn’t think she would ever bloomed at all, if she were a flower. And of course she wasn’t yet twenty-five, not until next month.
“A mix blood of yellow and white,” she said. “A lovely cherry blossom.”
At this point, Chan couldn’t really help herself and had to ask. “What are you talking about?”
“Hush, dear, I am reading your face,” she said. “Ah, a phoenix eyes and beautiful nose.”
Chan chuckled. “Thanks, I think,” she said. She didn’t ever think that her nose was ever beautiful.
“You’re entering a new phase in your life,” Grandma Su said with a note of concern. “It seemed there will be challenges.”
“Challenges?” Chan asked.
“Lin was concern,” Grandma Su said. “She asked me to read your fortune two years ago. That is why she insisted you come to see me.”
“But why?”
“Like I said, dear, she was concerned about you.”
“That I won’t move on?”
“That and many others. She worried about your future, Chan, about your career, your health, but especially about your future spouse.”
“But why?”
“You’ve spent all your time taking care of the family, but now it is time to take care of you. You’ll meet him. There will be challenges like I said, but relationship needs work, dear, so you must trust yourself. You must trust your heart. Your destiny does not define your future, it is you and your action that defines your future. Remember that, Chan. Of course I cannot tell you who he is, but I can tell you that he is out there, very bright, just like the sun. Yes, he is like the sun, a warm person who many adores and depends on.”
Grandma Su turned to look at Chan and cocked her head to one side, just like a small bird would, scrutinizing the young woman. “Ah, you will be a tiny thing standing next to him. He is a big man, Chan, this Sun Man of yours.”
Chan blinked. “I’m not exactly sure I understand what you’re talking about.” Though Chan said that, she had the distinct feeling that Grandma Su was talking about her possible future spouse.
Grandma Su laughed. “Ah, I see I have captured your interest. Do you want to know about your love life, Chan?”
Chan frowned. No. Not really. She glanced down, blushing a little.
Grandma Su noticed the blush and patted Chan’s hand. “Like I said, I cannot tell you who he is for I do not know myself. Of course you will understand, dear, once you’ve met him.” She chuckled again. “And very soon, too. Now then, come along, I will show you my vegetable garden.” She dismissed the subject with a wave of her hands and headed out the door.
Chan got up and followed the elderly woman, her thoughts still on the challenges ahead of her that Grandma Sue had mentioned. And of course, this future spouse of hers. But then she had already made up her mind to never marry or go into a relationship. It was just too toxic. Relationship is toxic. Love is toxic. And sex? Yes, that’s toxic, too. The worst come to think of it, and instantly, Chan felt her stomach knotted with that dread, that fear she always felt.
She felt herself shake uncontrollably. He’s not here, she told herself. You’re as far away from him as you can possibly be.
She calmed down and stepped into the beautiful sunshine outside behind Grandma Su.
“It’s good that you take time for yourself,” the woman said, nodding her head. “It will be a life-changing move, I assure you.”
Grandma Su was referring to Chan and her sisters moving to Australia. After all, there was nothing left for her and her two sisters in New Zealand now since their grandmother had died. Well, there were still Amie, their father’s second wife, and hence, their step-mother, and of course, Lisa, their step-sister. Perhaps she should stop thinking of Amie as their step-mother. After all, her father had already passed away years ago. And right now, Chan didn’t want to think about Amie and Lisa, because thinking about them always reminded her of how weak she was, of how she could never stand up to them. The results of their bullying and harassment never left her. She was always so conscious of herself, of the people around her, of how they’d judge her, like how Amie and Lisa judged her.
And then of course there was Dave, Lisa’s husband, the one she feared and hated most. The one who had whispered un-meaningful words of love to her, words of lies, words that made her feel sick.
She felt dizzy again thinking about him. She reminded herself, you are far, far away from him now. He won’t hurt you anymore. He can’t.
Chan said, “I know, Grandma Su. I know for a long time now that it’s time to get out.”
Grandma Su turned to look at Chan then, as if she understood the meaning of her words. In a way, Chan knew the woman knew because she was so wise, just like her grandmother who had known for a long time the torment of Chan’s secret. She had done her best to help Chan keep the people responsible at bay, and of course, to bring Chan out from her lonely darkness.
She stayed with Grandma Su for another hour, enjoying the sound of the woman’s light chatter as she was led about the large garden.
Once Grandma Su had given Chan some of her precious vegetables, mainly water spinach, cucumber, and pepper, Chan kissed her goodbye. When Chan returned to the house along Bay View Avenue she and her two sisters shared, the dilapidated house they had inherited from their father, a few hours later, she hit the shower immediately because she felt stuffy and was sweating like a pig. She hadn’t yet gotten used to the super-hot weather here in Australia, which was so much different from New Zealand where she used to lived.
She took her time, letting the cool water pounding down on her as she thought long and hard about what Grandma Su had told her this morning. The woman had been right. She needed to move on. Yes, most of her loved one had passed on, but that didn’t mean that she, too, had to pass on. She still had her sisters and her whole life ahead of her. Just look at her childhood friends Alexandra, Ruby, Nikita, and Isabella. They were enjoying their lives; traveling around the world and doing new things. Chan, unlike them, hadn’t yet experience what the world had to offer her. Now, more than ever, she wanted to experience, taste, and feel everything. And especially, she had to forget about Lisa, Amie, and Dave, the people who had hurt and tormented her.
She finally got out, wrapped herself in a fluffy, white towel and came to stand in front of the mirror. She stared at herself long and hard. She had to chuckle, wondering what Grandma Su saw in her that made her say she was beautiful. Her hair was a mixture of ash brown and dark blond, a rare thing for a mix-blood woman. Her eyes were brown, like the color of chestnut. Her skin was not too fair and not too dark but a nice light tanned color, and her nose, well, there was nothing special about it. Grandma Su had said it was a beautiful nose, and Chan wondered how it could be a beautiful nose when it wasn’t the type of nose that the current fashion favored. It wasn’t tall, small, and thin like most celebrity aspired to have with surgery. No, hers was slightly on the plump side though she must admit that it was quite elegant and pleasant to look at.
She quit examining herself and got dress quickly since she wanted to go to the Thursday night market along the beach. She had missed out last week because Soriya and Dara had insisted on doing a grand dinner to celebrate their first paycheck from their jobs. She must admit it had been pleasant and she had enjoyed it.
Because it was so hot today, Chan wore a short floral maxi dress. She had her long hair, un-brushed and still wet, down. It was her habit since brushing while still wet usually brake the strands. And last but least, she put on her makeup, light and neutral, and then she headed out.
The sun was just about to set when she got to the market, and there was people everywhere. Soon, she lost herself at the enthusiastic, entertaining sight before her and simply enjoyed herself. Now and again, she lift her camera and took loads of photos. That was when she saw a big crowd a few meters away from her, cheering and laughing excitedly that it was contagious.
“There are monkeys performing!” One of the boys ran pass Chan, nearly throwing her off balance. He was followed by a strings of his friends. Luckily, Chan moved back just in time before they could bowelled her over. She chuckled at their enthusiasm and began to click her camera away as they ran, taking shots of them in mid-action.
“Daddy! Daddy! I want to see!” Chan heard a sweet, little voice begged behind her.
Even this little girl, she thought adoringly, was interested. And why not? It’d be entertaining. So she headed after the boys to the crowd, and not long after, begged her way to the front where some of the boys posted themselves. In what appeared to be the center of the stage, two monkeys, wearing clowns costume, were performing some cool tricks. It was hilarious and cute to say the least. Chan kept taking photos after photos after photos. Suddenly, she felt a small being pushing herself against her legs.
“I can’t see! I can’t see!” the little voice muttered.
Chan heard a male chuckle, which was followed by, “Lilly, sweetheart, be careful.” The voice was timbre deep and resonant, and caused Chan’s body to tingle just a little. It was odd, and she told herself that it must be the cool breeze that was setting in for the night. Not a moment later, the little girl named Lilly appeared beside her. She was a small thing, wearing a pink sun dress and her dark hair was tied with a pink ribbon. She was struggling to stay in her claimed position because the boys behind her was too excited about the monkeys doing some fantastic kung fu moves to stay still. Chan noted that she was beginning to get a bit upset about the whole thing, and when she nearly fell forward, Chan caught her in time before Lilly hit the concrete.
Chan pulled Lilly into her arms, her heart hammering within her chest. “Are you all right?” she asked with concern.
The little girl tightened her grip on Chan. “I nearly fell,” she said, looking up at Chan.
Chan blinked as Lilly gazed at her. Good Lord! She was such a beautiful child, with rich black hair, dark brown eyes and petal-white skin. She was going to grow into a heart-breaker.
“Why don’t you stand there?” Chan said, positioning Lilly in front of her so that the boys won’t push her about.
“Thanks,” Lilly said, smiling up at Chan.
Chan returned the smile, and that was when she noticed Lilly waving to someone. Suddenly, Chan felt tingling sensation. She was aware of the warmth of a male body behind her, mere inches from her, and she could feel his warm breath above her. She tried to ignore him and the feeling of him so close to her, but it was impossible. When she couldn’t take it any longer, she crouched down beside Lilly.
“Look, the monkeys are dancing,” Lilly said excitedly. “I like dancing. It’s fun. Do you like dancing?”
Chan laughed. “I don’t know how to dance,” she told the little girl the truth.
“Why can’t you? It’s easy.”
Chan chuckled. “I’ve never learnt.”
“I can teach you,” she said honestly.
“It’s okay, I think I’ll survive without dancing,” Chan said, patting her cheek.
Shoot! Chan had just realized that she had touched this child without her parent’s permission. She hoped her father, the man behind her, won’t think of her as a child molester or worse report her to the police or something.
God, she could feel his gaze on her, intense and hot. Her stomach was fluttering and her heart was pumping like crazy. What was wrong with her?
She withdrew her hand from Lilly’s cheek to her side and turned her attention to the show before them. They continued to watch, and all the time, she was very aware of Lilly’s father behind her, and sometimes, his gaze on her. Of course, her heart never stopped racing, and neither could she concentrate on the show. Finally, it was over and a big applause followed.
“Thank, ladies and gentlemen,” the ring master said to the audience. “If you’ve enjoyed our little show, please do give donation.” He gave his tall, black hat to his dog. The canine took it between his teeth and obediently started heading around the crowd. When it came to stand in front of them, Chan put in five dollars. Lilly pet the black beast fondly. Then she looked rather upset when it moved away and even more so when she saw another little girl placing some golden coins into the hat. Chan realized that Lilly also wanted to give donation and looked as though she was about to cry. Chan couldn’t help myself and gave Lilly her other five dollar.
Lilly looked at her with large, adoring eyes, pleased. “Can I really?”
Chan just wanted to pinch her cheek. She was just too cute. But she couldn’t really because her father was just behind her, guarding his daughter like a mother hen. So she resigned to simply giving Lilly an encouraging nod and smile instead.
“Can I, Daddy?” she looked up to her father, her eyes large.
In a flash, he was on his knees beside them, and Chan’s heart started to jump into silly rhythm again. What was wrong with me? And damn! He was so near that she could feel the heat of his large body. She felt like a dwarf next him.
“Since the pretty lady is being very nice, yes,” he said smoothly. Chan hinted an American accent, and wondered if he and his family were here on holiday in the Gold Coast, like the majority of the people in Surfer Paradise.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Lilly said.
“What do you say to the pretty lady?”
Lilly turned to Chan and said, “Thank you, pretty lady.”
Chan laughed. “You can call me Chan.”
“Thank you, Ch … Chun … Chan?” she said, having a little difficulty pronouncing the name correctly. Then she proceed to take the five dollars.
She waited patiently for the dog to come back to her, and when it did, she petted the canine again and then placed the money into the hat. “You’re a very good pup,” she said.
By this time, the crowd had dispersed, and Lilly rushed up to her dad behind Chan, who still refused to take a good look at the man who was clearly interested in her. She was about to stand when her cell phone rang. She quickly searched for it in her bag as she got up. When she found it, which was as usual way at the bottom of the bag, she put it to my ear as she lifted her head.
“Hello?” she said as she stared at the massive brick wall of chest that belonged to Lilly’s father in front of her. He was wearing a pale blue shirt, the expensive type that men wore to the office. He had it parted at just the right spot, exposing a very enticing muscular tanned chest. Chan licked her lips, wondering why her heart was pounding so hard and her stomach was fluttering so badly.
As she listened to Amie verbally abusing her as to why she had resigned from her job in such short notice and why she and her sisters had moved away without telling her, Chan dreaded the moment when she finally have to meet Lilly’s dad face to face. She could feel that he was watching her intensely, patiently waiting for her to look up at him. Suddenly, she knew she just couldn’t do it. It was as though she couldn’t find the strength to lift her face just a little more so that her eyes could meet his.
Before she could stop herself, she turned around and walked away. She knew it was rude of her, but she felt as though she wasn’t ready to talk to people she didn’t know yet, especially this man who, oddly enough, fascinated her beyond believe. Why? She hadn’t even seen his face. But oh his voice. It was to die for, and she didn’t understand why she was attracted to him without even seeing his face. And his chest? Her palms itched and a liquid warm sensation coursed through her being.
Amie continued to tell Chan off as she headed further away from Lilly and her father.
“Bye, Chan,” Lilly’s voice drifted to her.
Chan just kept on walking, and in the distance, Lilly said, “Maybe she didn’t hear me.” The little girl sounded disappointed and sad, and Chan’s heart cried out for her. I’m sorry, Lilly, she said internally to herself. Why are you such a bitch, Chan? Why?
“She’s busy on the phone, sweetheart,” the dad said.
Chan took a deep breath, feeling her heart quivering.
“Chandra! Do you hear me? Do you know much work you’ve put me through, you irresponsible little piece of shit! You have to come back here and sort this all out.”
Chan took a big sighed and control the urge to tell her step-mother to go pissed off. Instead she said, “What more do you want, Amie? What more? I don’t have any more to give you. You’ve got everything that belonged to Dad.”
“Not everything, you bitch. Not everything. That house in the Gold Coast along Bay View Avenue, that belonged to Craig.”
“Yes it did belonged to him and my mother, and now it’s our; me and my sisters’, it’s under our name, it said so in Dad’s will.”
“Don’t patronize me, you bitch. Oh, I should have never taken you lot in after Craig died. And now look at what you do to me, you ungrateful piece of shit.”
“You’ve never looked after me and my sisters, Amie, Grandmother did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have other more important things to do. Good bye, Amie, and I hope to never hear from you ever again.”
Chan ignored Amie’s shout of outrage and shut the phone. She took another deep breath, and oddly enough, she could still feel Lilly’s father’s eyes on her even this far away.
Finally, after a few more deep breaths and throwing Amie out of her mind, she had the courage to turn around. From the great distance and though she couldn’t see their faces at all properly, Chan smiled and waved at Lilly, who was now sitting comfortably in her father’s strong, powerful arms. Lilly waved back, laughing. Then Chan shifted her gaze to the man who had taken her interest.
Good Lord! He was tall and muscular, and well, just everything that was the opposite of her. He looked as though he could take on the world and would come out the winner. He set her pulse racing and her heart fluttering, the likes she had never experience before. He was watching her, she could feel it, and then she wondered if she will ever see him again. She didn’t know, but life, as her grandmother had always said, is very unpredictable, but at the same time, very predictable. If you’re destined to meet someone, no matter how much you try to avoid him, you will still meet him, in the most unexpected way.

Awesome People: Sir Peter Jackson

This year, the year of 2015, I’m going to make it one of my goals to write more articles for this blog. This will help me learn bazi and understand how to write a more rounded charaters for my books, I will study and analyze awesome people and characters from books, anime, movies etc using bazi. First up is Sir Peter Jackson.

Before that, I will explain, for those who doesn’t know, what Bazi or four pillars of destiny is.

Most people think it’s weird for anyone to study bazi or four pillars of destiny when translated to English. Actually, the majority probably doesn’t even know what it is. Okay, simply because I’m a bazi enthusiast, and more importantly, it’s because I think personally it has helped me in a such a grand way to understanding myself, I shall endeavor to explain it here what it is and will continue to rant about it as to how one can use such a system/mathematic/fortune telling/astrology/whatever-you-call-it-that-helps-you-understand-yourself to analyze a person’s characteristics/personality. This is because I’m still a student in this very cool subject and want to have a deeper understanding, and in so doing, I will have greater clarity in writing my own characters, and ultimately, turning them into the awesomeness that they are in my books.

So bazi, or four pillars of destiny, is basically the study of one’s destiny from one’s birth chart. As the name implies, it has four pillars or palaces which accounts for, from right to left, the year, month, day, and hour of one’s birth date. Within the chart, there are two rows; the heavenly stems, which sit at the top, and the earthly branches, which sit at the bottom. This ultimately accounts for eight characters or palaces. Also within the earthly branches there are hidden stems. This means that every individual has a unique birth chart. But of course, if you happen to be born in the same year, month, day, and hour as a few others, then you’d have the same chart as those, but remember that bazi accounts for only 1/3 or 33.3% of your destiny, which is fixed/unchangeable. The other 33.3% is man luck, which is your action, and another 33.3% is your environment. This means even if you have the same birth chart as someone else, it doesn’t mean you’ll have the same destiny, but that it depends on where you live (environment/Feng Shui) and your action. For example, if your chart says you can make a lot of money (common interest here), then if you are too lazy to start a business or work hard, you ain’t gonna get rich – man luck. Of course it also accounts on where you do the business as well as certain countries have better economic than others – environment.

Okay, so my very first character/personality analysis, as to demonstrate, is Sir Peter Jackson, the awesome film director of The Lord of Ring and The Hobbit Trilogy. Why? Because he is a fellow kiwi, an artist of the greatest kind, and just oozes magic with his ability to make films.

Okay, Sir Peter Jackson was born, according to my good friend the greatest resource that ever exist on the internet – Wikipedia, on the 31 October, 1961. Unfortunately, we don’t have his time of birth and so we can only analyze 75% of his chart.

Here is Peter Jackson’s bazi chart.

Peter Jackson Bazi

In bazi, the Day Master (DM) is the most important and focal subject in which everything that exists and interacts within the chart will always be referred back to. DM is basically you and how you present yourself to the outside world. And Ding Fire is Peter Jackson’s DM. Ding Fire is the fire of the candle. It is beautiful and illuminate bright within the darkness of the night, thus it is better for a Ding Fire DM to be born at night. Ding Fire people are natural born leader and have the ability to rise to great occasion. They are meticulous, detail-orientated, and sentimental. Sometime though, just like the flame of the candle, they can be fickle.

Now let us look at Peter Jackson’s chart and see if we can analyze his character/personality/outlook to the world. Remember also that I am merely a bazi student, and therefore, my analysis is at most very basic and must be taken with a grain of salt. Hehe. I’m no expert at this, but the subject interests me vastly, and I cannot help myself.

Anyway, Peter Jackson is a Ding Fire (Yin Fire) Day Master born in the season of Autumn, as determined by the month earthly branch palace of Xu Dog. In autumn metal is prosperous. Thus Peter Jackson’s metal element is strong, and metal in this natal chart represent wealth, both the direct wealth (geng meal) and indirect wealth (xin metal).

In the heavenly stems, there are two elements; wu earth and xin metal. Wu earth represents Peter Jackson’s output star, specifically the Hurting Officer star, and xin metal represent his Indirect Wealth star. What appears in the heavenly stems represent the person’s outer personality/character. This is the personality that you see when you first meet the person or when you know the person for a short period of time. It is at most very weak and doesn’t not represent the person’s true personality.

In Peter Jackson’s case, he is an extrovert, out-going, generous person who is highly intelligent and inventive with a good business acumen.

For a better understanding of a person’s true character, we look at the earthly branches as chi there is stronger and we also look at the dominant character which means that the stars appear in the heavenly stem and is rooted in the hidden stem.

Here are the stars within the earthly branches: Direct Wealth (geng metal), Indirect Wealth (xin metal), Friend (ding fire), Hurting Officer (wu earth), Eating God (ji earth) and 7 Killing (gui water). Note that his dominant characteristics are the Indirect Wealth star as represented by the xin metal, which is strong due to the season of birth as well as rooting and Hurting Officer star because it is rooted.

Because I’m still a learner, I’m going to list the characteristics for each here:

Direct Wealth: Responsible, reliable, hard-working, modest, practical, trustworthy, conservative
Indirect Wealth: Generous, sharp business acumen, natural entrepreneurial, multi-taskers, big picture type
Friend: Good sense of self-pride and self-worth, possess will-power, optimistic, positive outlook
Hurting Officer: Outgoing, extrovert, street smart, talkative, highly intelligent and inventive, influential and persuasive through the power of speech or ideas or thoughts
Eating God: Gentle and reserve, introvert, great strategists, an eye for details, meticulous, perfectionist, artistic and creative and gourmands
7 Killing: Authoritative and commanding presence, charismatic, decisive, fearless, and highly ambitious

So Peter Jackson is an extrovert, outgoing, generous person who is highly intelligent and inventive with a good business acumen. He is highly ambitious with strong leadership skill, very creative with lots of out of the box ideas as well as a perfectionist and hard-worker. Well, what do you expect, he’s a director and directors are artists. These people usually have very good quality output stars, which are the Hurting Officer star (the performer) and Eating God star (the backstage/unseen artist). With their creative ideas, they can make magic happens, and in so doing, create great wealth for themselves and those around them, as in bazi, output element produces wealth element. In this case, earth produce metal. In Peter Jackson’s chart, both his output stars and his wealth stars are strong, so as expected, his films are just amazing, and well, his wealth comes from that, isn’t it? And oh, did I mention that he’s a perfectionist and has great attention to detail as represented by both the output stars? Yep, wiki mentioned it as well.

“Jackson is known for his attention to detail, a habit of shooting scenes from many angles, a macabre sense of humor, and a general playfulness – the latter to the point where The Lord of the Rings conceptual designer Alan Lee jokingly remarked ‘the film is almost incidental really’. Jackson was a noted perfectionist on the Lord of the Rings shoot, where he demanded numerous takes of scenes, requesting additional takes by repeatedly saying, ‘one more for luck’.”

Hum… The perfectionist bit remind me of someone I know. LOL! Yeah, she’s the one writing this very blog right now. Oh Eating God star, why must thou be so strong in thy chart?

Gosh, I’m tired just analyzing this. Time to go get some food to eat. LOL! The Eating God within me :P



The Nine Kingdoms Books Trailer

I have not been writing for weeks now, and I’m figuratively speaking starving to write. This is crazy. I mean my life at the moment is like mentally crazy busy. The restaurant was busy due to Christmas functions and graduation, I went to a work conference for two days in Auckland, which was awesome by the way, and then attended another work seminar that same week when I got back. Okay, so I shouldn’t complain because I got lots of CPD (Continuing Professional Development) points from those. And oh yeah, I got audited, which I expected because I knew it was time. Hehe, my better instinct came to the fort. For once, my Indirect Resource star came in useful. So as you can imagine, my time was all but taken up with important, essential things that needed doing, and thus, no time to write my books. Of course I’m behind in completing His Crimson Rose and A Daemon’s Wrath, do you really need to ask? Damn, and we’re moving house in January too, and I haven’t even packed. LOL! There goes Christmas and New Year’s holiday. Okay, but I swear I will definitely get my backside on my chair and my hands on the keyboards and get writing because I know that if I continue to procrastinate, there will be hell to pay.

In saying that though, I did manage to tweak The Nine Kingdoms Books trailer and update my website. You can check it out at

Below is the tweaked Nine Kingdoms Books trailer.

A New Project: His Crimson Rose

Okay, I admit that I am not updating my blog post as often as I should have. So sorry about that. I guess I have been rather very busy lately. Yeah, I know I am always busy, working two jobs, and therefore, have no time to write.

Anyways, lately I have a new inspiration to write another series. Of course I have been meaning to write this series since like forever, but just never have the time to. I plan to do it in parts, so that I get to publish the story, which will be quite long, faster. It is part of the nine kingdoms series, and will be spicy hot, as in yeah, super hot for me. However, I’m not sure how super hot it is for other people so you’ll have to read to find out, and of course, tell me if I need to turn the heat dial up or tone it down.

The Series is called His Crimson Rose and is set in the Niveus Kingdom. I have the burning urge to write this series ever since I’ve finished watching Betrayal Knows My Name. The opening songs really got me, and I just know I had to write it.

Here’s a sneak peek of His Crimson Rose. NOTE: This excerpt contains adult content and is intended for those who are 18 years of age and older.

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His Crimson Rose (Unedited)

Setting: Blakemore Manor, Niveus Kingdom

 Rosa Beaumont felt her heart did a startle kick once her eyes met those of her notorious personal warrior, Luka Crossfire. The magnificently built, dark haired rogue still had the power to affect her even though he was standing all the way on the other side of the gigantic dining room.

Safe. At least for now and in the presence of these important guests, she was safe from his deep, intense gaze, intimate touches, and words of desire that burnt deep within her soul.

She chanced another glance at him and noted him watching her. Dressed in black trousers that snugly fitted his fine legs like a second skin, white cotton shirt he always wore half open to reveal his muscular chest, and dark, long leather coat with the collar turned up, he looked gloriously foreboding. Resting his lean body against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, he gave her a smile—that knowing, sly smile of his that affected her in the oddest way and caused her stomach to flutter in confusion. She looked away in haste and gritted her teeth at the situation.

How did I come to be here? Dressed in men’s clothing, pretending to be my dead twin brother and fooling everyone that I’m the Earl of Hartfield?

Her beloved parents, Lord and Lady Hartfield, had been assassinated in the night three months ago. A mere few days later her doting brothers, Gregory and Edmond Beaumont, were both slain dead as well, right before her eyes. Someone had wanted to wipe her family clean, that much she knew, and if it hadn’t been for Luka, she too would have been dead. Thus she had no choice in the matter but to take action. In order to save her family legacy, she had to parade herself as Edmond and take position as the Earl of Hartfield. Her game plan behind the farce was to find those who were responsible for the murdering of her family and take her sweet revenge.

Standing between her and that ultimate goal, however, was Luka, the man who had the power and means to destroy her and her plan, for a female had no rights to inherit her family’s bequest. Even more damning was the fact that if anyone were to find out her masquerade, she’d be executed. Then all of her planning would have come to naught and the people who was responsible for her family’s death would walk free.

Luka Crossfire. She could never allow him to destroy her plan. She could never allow him to expose her charade. More importantly, she could never allow him to get close to her heart, for in doing so, she’d stand to lose everything.

Yet, she wondered contritely, if that last part was already too late considering their complex relationship now.

If only she hadn’t been too hasty in her decision. If only she hadn’t been so naive. If only she hadn’t gone to Luka Crossfire that fateful night and succumb to his cunning offering.

She glanced up again and found he had disappeared from his post by the door. She sighed in relief. Now, she could enjoy the rest of her meal without him bothering her.

“Do you like the dessert, Lord Hartfield?”

Rosa was still not used to people calling her Lord Hartfield. She turned her attention to the elderly Lord Combe and gave him a nod of her head. “Yes, it is very delicious,” she said, slicing the chocolate cake with her fork.

“I love chocolate cake,” Brenda Blakemore said. “Don’t you, Eddy?”

Rosa glanced at her cousin and managed a small smile. “Of course.”

Brenda giggled, covering her mouth with gloved hands. “Luka loves chocolate cake,” she said. “I will bring him some tonight.” Then she chuckled a little. “Of course Pat, my maid, will accompany me when I go to see him,” she added, blushing intensely.

Rosa swallowed the small piece of cake she had just popped into her mouth and instantly felt her stomach protest. The thought of Brenda and Luka together made her feel oddly unwell. Though Luka had been previously a prince of the Crossfire House and was now an exiled one, the majority did not know that, including Brenda. To the world, Luka Crossfire was but an infamous, ruthless warrior who loyally served the Beaumont’s family. Another word, a mere servant. Nothing more. Brenda, on the other hand, was the lovely daughter of the wealthy and powerful Lord Raymond Blakemore of the Blakemore House. It was uncanny of her to overlook their differences in status and wanted Luka. It was true the two got along very well. Perhaps, just perhaps Luka shared the same feelings for Brenda, Rosa thought with a deep frown. Then she wondered if—

She stopped short, dropped her fork, and took a quick drink of her red wine. The bitter sweetness lasted far too long in her mouth for her liking. It was then that her head began to swim and her breathing became rather heavy.

Was it just her or the room felt awfully hot and heavy? Her body, too, began to tingle familiarly as though

She felt warm breaths at the nape of her neck and instantly became paralyzed. Her heart began to beat so fast and so hard she couldn’t think straight.

She knew. Oh, she knew Luka Crossfire was there beside her, his handsome face a mere inch from her. If she were to turn, she’d definitely meet his silver eyes, which was the same color as his mighty blade he had used to slay many of his enemies, including those assassins who had killed Gregory and Edmond back in the woods three months ago.

If she were to turn to look at him, their lips would surely meet because Luka knew ways to position himself at just the right angle and the right spot so his body would make contact with her in the most intimate way. Thus, she stared straight ahead at the flickering candles before her, trying her best to ignore him. But it was to no avail as he moved in closer, and Rosa could sense him smiling at her. She could sense his intense gaze on her, noting every inch of her slender neck and delicate jaw.

He whispered, “Crimson rose.”

Rosa sucked in her breath as his words and the sound of his deep, timbre voice caressed her sensitive skin. Her inside was swirling with emotions, and she was lost as to what to do. Why had he whispered that hated code to her tonight? Why oh why?

She turned, to shout at him that he wasn’t her master and she wasn’t going to obey his order. That it was she who was the master here. But alas, it was no use as he was already half way toward the door, leaving her to stare after him in dread.

The evening meal continued with Brenda talking nonstop about dresses, shoes, young men courting her, and of course parties and balls while most of her uncle’s acquaintances talked about politics and wars. Rosa, however, was too far gone from the present that not one word of Brenda’s or any of the guests’ who had addressed her had registered in her head. She was too busy thinking of a way to escape the forthcoming encounter with Luka tonight.

When finally she found the opportunity, she escaped. Alone in the dark corridor, she rushed, her feet light and quick on the polished marble floor. Now and again, she would glance behind her, just to make sure no one was following her, and all the while, her heart was pounding madly within her chest.

Once she reached her room, she quickly slipped in and locked the door.

Safe. She was safe now, alone in her room. Luka wouldn’t be able to come to her tonight.

She rested her head against the door, closed her eyes, and breathed deeply, to calm herself down. Slowly, she smiled, thinking of how furious Luka would be when he found her disobeying him tonight. But then again, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to her, not least in the presence of people, not least when she’d be going back to Hartfield Manor without him tomorrow morning.

Rosa was so consumed with her own happy thought she did not know a man was sitting on her bed on the other side of the room. Now, he slowly made his way toward her, amused at the sweet smile that was playing about her crimson lips that so fascinated him.

Luka Crossfire, as always, never got tired of admiring the slender, delicate body of his new darling master. Even in boys’ garment of dark trouser, white shirt, and a silk cravat that was tied to a perfect knot about the neck, she still looked divine, a delicious dessert for him to sample right after dinner.

He came to stand an inch away from her, his tall and muscular frame covered her small body like a lover. There, he rested one hand against the wall just above her head while his other touched the delicateness of her chin. He watched the flawless face changing from delight to expressionless. He noted the smile had faded and the eyes, a deep cobalt blue, open to reveal the shock look of his beloved pet.

He cocked his head to one side, a slight smile playing about his sensuous lips. “It seems you’re very eager to see me tonight, my pet. Rushing back even before the dinner party is over and locking the door of all things.” He teased.

Rosa wasn’t at all pleased to see him. She had done her very best to escape him. And how on earth did he get in when she had locked the door? No, you stupid ninny, he was already in your room before you came in.

Rosa knew she had to make a move before it was too late, before her lose all of her self-control and submit to his sensuous assault.

She brushed his hand off her chin and rushed away. This only intrigued Luka, and in a flash, he caught her slender arm, pulled her to him, and had her backed against the door again.

Before Rosa knew it, he had his lips on hers, kissing her long and hard as she tried to fight her way free. He imprisoned her hands against the door as he deepened the kiss, urging her lips to part for him to enter her sweet sanctuary. Still, she fought him, and it never tired him she continued to put up such a barrier between them. Truth be told, that was what Luka wanted. It was fun. It was thrilling. And he loved a woman who fought back. Well, only this woman really.

Finally, Luka lifted his head and smiled, noting the flushed face that burnt his blood hot and caused his manhood to stir with lust.

Before Rosa could catch her breath from his demanding kiss, he easily lifted her up in his arms, and a mere moment later, she landed on the largeness of her soft bed.

Luka flung his long coat off, expertly throwing it across the room. The coat landed on the back of a chair near the hearth. Then he came down after her, his brick wall of body covering her. He caught her left hand and pinned her still against the bed, preventing her from escaping. He claimed her lips again, pushed his tongue into her mouth, and endeavor to explore her sweet innocence.

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Well, we know what will happen for the rest of that first chapter (LOL). So below is the book cover for His Crimson Rose, which of course was designed by me. Hehe.


his crimson rose, nine kingdoms series, alexia praks

His Crimson Rose

Alas, I’m hoping to finish His Crimson Rose Part 1 by the end of December of this year. We shall see, yeah? Wish me luck ;P



Reverse Harem Romance. What is it?

Reverse Harem Romance. What is it?

I’ve just come to realisation that the genre of Reverse Harem Romance within the book publishing world is not very well known. Of course, this only dawned on me after I’ve finished the hard road of writing Falling for Sakura, which was of course followed by editing, editing, re-writing, editing, editing, re-writing, editing, sending my baby manuscript off to the editor, then editing again, then sending it off to proof-reader, then editing again, and yet again, and finally publishing it as an eBook format. I’m still editing it for the paperback version, by the way.

Having come to this appalling conclusion, I’ve decided to write a little blog about this genre, and at the very least, enlightened some of you who are reading my blog, and maybe you, too, can enlighten others and so on.

So what is this Reverse Harem Romance genre?

Obviously, it’s a romance, and it’s a story that involves multiple men, mostly bishounen (beautiful/hot males) falling in love with the heroine. This type of romance is very popular in Japan, especially in the manga and anime world. Some of the famous or popular one derive from the Otome game, which is basically the player is the female lead and she chooses who and how she interacts with each of the male characters, and this, I think, will eventually lead to some kind of romantic ending. Please do correct me if I’m wrong here because I’ve never played an Otome game before.

Here are a few that you might have already come across:

Uta no Prince-sama: I love this animation, both first and second season. I love the songs and I especially love the boys. They’re super-hot, and of course, especially with their typical trait that you kind of get with reverse harem. Okay, I’ll admit that part of my inspiration for writing Falling for Sakura is from this animation. As you could probably tell, that’s if you’ve read the book, that Sebastian’s appearance is very similar to Ren and Darcy’s is very similar to both Toyika and Masato.

Boys over flowers: This is very famous, both in Japan and South Korea. You might have seen the romance series starring Li Min Ho as the main male lead. It’s a young adult romance about a girl going to a rich high school and encountered four bishounen boys.

Brothers Conflict: Manga and anime. It’s about thirteen—I repeat thirteen brothers pursuing one young woman, their stepsister. Sight! And here I thought seven brothers in Falling for Sakura was a lot. Brothers Conflict the animation is quite recent, and I’ll admit, I quite enjoyed it.

Diabolic Lover: I think this one is from an Otome game. I’m not sure about the manga. I’ve seen the anime. It’s pretty good. The brothers are vampires. The art is quite nice, too.

The Wallflower: I love animation. It was quite good.

Ouran High School Host Club: This animation is totally hilarious. I love this series. Definitely worth watching if you like reverse harem romance and comedy.

There are many more Reverse Harem Romance manga and animations out there. If you are interested, just google it.

So there, I do hope I’ve at least enlightened you a bit about the genre Reverse Harem Romance. If I haven’t, then I do apologize for my incompetent in doing so. And thus, if you like the sound of a story about seven brothers falling in love and pursuing one pretty young woman, and ultimately, living happily ever after, then read Falling for Sakura.

P.S. the living happily ever after bit doesn’t happen until book 3 ;)

Here’s a bit about Falling For Sakura



Falling for Sakura by Alexia Praks

One young woman.

Seven brothers.

When she falls in love with two,

which brother will she choose?

In Japan, Sakura is the beautiful cherry blossom that blooms vibrantly in spring and symbolizes the insightful Buddhist phrase mono no aware, which means the pathos of things, a metaphor for the ephemeral nature of life. FALLING FOR SAKURA is the story of Caucasian-Japanese Sakura, her journey to finding herself, and her torn love for two very different brothers, Sebastian and Darcy Princeton.

Orphan Sakura, with no last name, is accustomed to being rejected, hated, bullied, and unloved. When she is adopted by the wealthy Princeton family, her seven brothers refuse to accept her, and her two sisters constantly bully her. Instead of admitting defeat, she gladly takes on her new life with a brave face, working hard to earn her new siblings’ trust and love. Her endeavor, however, ultimately leads to a series of unfortunate incidents.

Now years later, the twenty-three-year-old beauty dreads the moment she once again has to meet the drop-dead gorgeous brothers, due to arrive for their cousin’s wedding. Dodging their very presence is next to impossible since the brothers, who have forgotten who she is entirely, are attracted to her like moths to a flame and thwart her escapes at every turn. This, of course, leads to ungodly, tempting situations, awakens forbidden feelings, and ignites old flames that have been suppressed and laid dormant for many years. When she finds them competing for her—NOT for her sisterly affection, which she still deeply craves, but for her love as a woman—she is torn between Sebastian Princeton, the brother who loves her and watches over her from a distance, and Darcy Princeton, the brother who was once her best friend and now secretly yearns for her forgiveness and her love once again.

 Falling for Sakura is available on Amazon

His Hired Girlfriend Hard Copy Book

His Hired Girlfriend Hard Copy Book

I am waiting very patiently for the arrival of His Hired Girlfriend books (have ordered five copies) from createspace. The downside of living all the way here in New Zealand is that it’s so damn far away from America and will take a bit of time to get here. And the shipping wasn’t cheap either. Hopefully by the end of next week, I will be able to do some books give away to all my dear readers.

You can order your own hard copy of His Hired Girlfriend from createspace. Here’s the link:

Also, it will be on Amazon later next week :)


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