Monday, November 28, 2011

Guest Post - Support Four Debut Authors and Snag $125!

Here's me, helping out with debut authors. Help support them.


Support Four Debut Authors and Snag $125!

Four books

Two Days

Great Prizes
With this contest, there is something for everyone and it’s SO simple to be in on the winning!

On November 28 and/or 29, purchase 1 or all 4 of the debut author’s books listed here. Then forward proof of purchase (the receipt Amazon sends you will do just fine) to : and get up to 4 entries into a draw for a $100 Amazon gift card!

It’s that easy, no reviews, no hoops to jump through. Just a great .99 book or two. Or three or four. AND, if the person who wins the $100 Amazon Gift Card has purchased all 4 books, an additional $25 Amazon Gift Card will be awarded to the winner!

On top of that, 2 random commenter’s picked from 2 of our participating blogs will receive $5 gift Amazon gift cards . So, be sure to leave a comment and let us know what you think of the promo, the books, or the authors.

Winners will be chosen randomly, one entry per person, per book.

All winners will be announced on December 7th on Wringing Out Words (

“Between” by Cyndi Tefft
It just figures that the love of Lindsey Water's life isn't alive at all, but the grim reaper, complete with a dimpled smile, and Scottish accent.

After transporting souls to heaven for the last 300 years, Aiden MacRae has all but given up on finding the one whose love will redeem him and allow him entry through the pearly gates.

Torn between her growing attraction to Aiden and heaven's siren song, Lindsey must learn the hard way whether love really can transcend all boundaries.



“Until Dawn: Last Light” by Jennifer Simas

When darkness falls, whose side will you be on?

For the past six years, Zoë has been anything but “normal.” Struggling to accept her immortality and thrown into a war that’s been waging in the shadows for over a thousand years, Zoë must now become who she was meant to be, joining the other Chosen to save what’s left of humanity. When the endless night falls over the Earth, will she be able to save the one man who reminds her of what it is to be human, or will it be too late?

Until Dawn: Last Light is a story of death and despair, love and longing, hope and hopelessness, and the ability to survive and keep going even when it seems impossible – when you want nothing more than to give up.


“The Kayson Cycle” by Jonathan D. Allen

A stranger enters a dying town and makes a desperate plea…

The Kayson Cycle introduces the Kayson Brothers, a pair of faith healers who once wowed crowds in a traveling show but went their separate ways after a night in which a healing took a dark turn. Jeffrey Kayson disappeared into the wilderness and William Kayson, wracked by guilt, moved to the failing mining town of Calico Hills to build a nice, quiet life – one that has lasted for over ten years.

His quiet, predictable life crumbles when a mysterious stranger walks into his tavern bearing a proposal to find his long-lost brother and do the one thing that William has sworn to never do again - have his brother heal a woman. William soon learns that he can’t escape his family – or his destiny.

Includes an exclusive sample chapter of The Corridors of the Dead. Please note that this is a Kindle Single, and around 6,000 words in length.


“Sundered” by Shannon Mayer

A miracle drug, Nevermore, spreads like wildfire throughout the world allowing people to eat what they want, and still lose weight. It is everything the human population has ever dreamed of and Mara is no different. Only a simple twist of fate stops her from taking Nevermore.

As the weeks roll by, it becomes apparent that Nevermore is not the miracle it claimed. A true to life nightmare, the drug steals the very essence that makes up humanity and unleashes a new and deadly species on the world that is bent on filling its belly. Locked down within their small farm home, Mara and her husband Sebastian struggle against increasingly bad odds, fighting off marauders and monsters alike.

But Sebastian carries a dark secret, one that more than threatens to tear them apart, it threatens to destroy them both and the love they have for each other.

Now Mara must make the ultimate choice. Will she live for love, or will she live to survive?


Friday, November 25, 2011

Black Friday Book Bonanza

So, I am sponsoring Reena Jacobs on her blog hop for the Black Friday Book Bonanza. Lots of books are being given away. And I mean, A LOT.
I've put up multiple e-copies of Deadlands and stories with fang o,.,o, so take a look over there. And take a look at the entire hop. Pick up some new books while you're at it.

#FridayFlash - Celestial Navigators

"Some foolish necromancer is sending a zombie army up here." Laughter filled the great hall as the Celestial Navigators took in the news.

Jherig lifted a brow at the scout. "Zombies? Really?" The rest of the mercenaries returned to feasting on recently won food, trusting in their leader to handle the non-threat.

The scout grabbed a stein of ale and gulped it down. "Yes. Rendus was leading the other clerics through healing up the the masses when we found the undead. They're marching straight for the castle, not bothering to do anything else."

Silly leaned against her husband. "And Rendus didn't turn them?"

"There's about a thousand of them," the scout replied.

Jherig turned to face Silly. "Even he can't handle that many." She rolled her eyes playfully and returned to eating.

Sharrien glanced out the window. "Wist's drake could."

The mercenary leader nodded. "Indeed. Take them out and keep everyone from danger."

Silly threw her head back with laughter. "Zombies are flammable, after all."

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving thankfulness

It's American Thanksgiving once again. While you're reading this post, I'm preparing food for my family. I may not be a mother, but I am female enough to enjoy putting together a good meal for my loved ones. I absolutely love the hustle of Thanksgiving.

One of the traditions from my childhood was to "shoot" the turkey. I grew up in Las Vegas, so we weren't hunting our own food. My mom just liked to play with us kids. So when we were toddlers, she had us on the counter while she prepped the bird. She then proceeded to pick it up and make it flap. "Quick, kids, it's getting away. Shoot it down." Finger guns fired, and turkey plopped back into the sink. Just one of those things that made Thanksgiving fun.

There weren't a lot of old traditions with my mom, but she tried to make some lasting ones for my brother and I. And traditions that most families didn't have, just to be different and able to say they were ours.

So that's what I'm thankful for this year: a mother who did her best to make us happy.

Just One Bite anthology

The Just One Bite contest has resulted in some free reads. Check out the anthologies of all the contestants.

I'm here in book 5.

Thanks again for all the support in taking At His Knee to the top.

It and its sequel appear in my new short story collection, stories with fang o,.,o

Monday, November 21, 2011

Erotic escapes Ebooks now carries my books

There really aren't enough places a person's books can be. So when I was approached to put them up on Erotic Escapes Ebooks, I jumped on the chance.

It's a growing site, and it looks nice. So check out some of the authors they have, or even post your own books.

Thanks EEE for this opportunity.

Lugh's Unveiling went missing

Or, at least it seems like my manuscript has gone AWOL. I had some personal issues that postponed it, and then so did my beta reader. I've gotten through stage one edits, and that's about it. I know which chapters I need to work on just to get the word count correct, but then I can't make myself go do them. It's sad.

To keep my mind off my inability to finish that book, I've been transcribing a different manuscript. It's called Nomycha, and doesn't need any major plot fixes...that I can see. It's fantasy romance, and I'd forgotten how close I'd come to the end when I had paused it last year.

That's kinda where I stand with my fiction, currently. I've been a little more focused on the unemployment and freelance nonfiction in the last couple weeks, so have been holding back on the fiction. A shame.

Friday, November 18, 2011

#FridayFlash - Roommates

Becc stared at her roommate in amazement. "What do you mean, 'the milk is for the house fairy'?"

"I mean exactly that. What don't you get?" Erin crossed her arms as she returned the older woman's glare.

"Allow me to enumerate the things I don't get." Becc held up a manicured finger for each reason. "You leave milk in a saucer on the windowsill every night, without once considering my feelings as a vegan. You blow off every attempt I make to get you to stop. And now you're making things up and treating me like I'm the silly one ."

Erin shook her head, eyes closing wearily. "House fairies aren't made up. People just forgot about them."

"Isn't that convenient?"

"Not for them, it's not. They're dying out. Almost extinct. So I view taking care of them as a duty." Erin opened her eyes and nodded at the fridge. "If you'll move, I can get him his milk."

Becc planted her feet, braced her hands on her hips. "I most certainly will not. This bullshit game has to stop."

Erin's jaw clenched, and several seconds passed before she could speak. "You're the only one playing a game. Perhaps instead of being an ignorant bitch, you could respect other people's choices."

"I'm the bitch? Me?" The younger woman nodded, and Becc sputtered with indignation. "I'm not the one wasting animal products and being proud of it."

Erin threw her hands up. "Whatever. But don't complain when your stuff starts going missing." She left the kitchen, muttering to herself.

"I need a new roommate," Becc said as she turned to the sink.

Perched on the windowsill was a wee man in a brown tunic and leggings. "Would ye mind fetching me a dram o' milk?"

Becc screamed.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

stories with fang o,.,o

I created a new short story collection, stories with fang o,.,o  All vampires. Some sexy, some horror, though mostly sexy. Mmmmmm, vampire lust.

The fun part about ebooks, is that I can put them out without having a novel's worth of words. It allows me to make a gathering like this, and allows you to enjoy a collection of vampiric fun.


Friday, November 11, 2011

#FridayFlash - Grenwald

Grenwald the pookah was bored.

And he really shouldn't have been. Sin City teemed with people, and had a constant flux of new comers. Amongst all the glitz and glitter and entertainment, he should have had a non-stop stream of fun.

What the little fae hadn't counted on was how mundane and blind the people would be. No matter how outrageous his shapeshifts or pranks, he got no attention. They couldn't see him. And those who could see him thought it was a trick or merely their imagination.

Boredom was lethal when one couldn't get the power to leave.

Grenwald no longer looked for a big score. All he wanted at this point was for some living creature to really notice him, to give him an iota of energy to feed upon. Didn't have to be anything fancy, just some place to live.

He didn't even have to live well.

Wandering near the edge of the valley, Grenwald realized he was being stalked by a cat. The pookah turned, shapeshifting into a matching black and white cat. Golden eyes widened in curiosity, and Grenwald knew he could be seen.

~Hello, kitty.~ Speaking to animals was easy; if they could see the fae, they could hear the fae. Especially familiars, like this one apparently was.

But not entirely a familiar, for the cat gave no coherent reply. Only more curiosity and a tentative poke with a front paw.

~Who are you bound to that didn't give you sentience?~ Grenwald sat with perfect posture, looking down his shapeshifted nose at the feline.

The cat mewed softly, circling the fae, clearly unsure of his senses. Grenwald heaved a sigh, prepared to move on, when the cat suddenly turned and ran off. He would normally have been offended by the rudeness, but Grenwald felt the same call as the cat.

Ancient power, waking up, spilling like a beacon into the early day.

Excited, unbelieving, and incredibly hungry, Grenwald followed the cat home. In through the kitchen window of the nondescript house, then down the hall and into the master bedroom. The cat was already curled up between his owners, purring contentedly.

Grenwald could only stare. Power radiated from the pair like heat from an oven. With the power came a touch of understanding; they believed in the fae.

Sighing in relief, the pookah found a quiet corner where he could refuel. Home didn't look like it was going to be that bad.

Monday, November 7, 2011

The freelancing just may be a thing

In my drama of losing my job, I hold onto the goodness: I've finally got the free time to work on my hobbies and writing. Granted, I've still slacked on finishing Midsummer's Unveiling, but I've been working on the freelance.

This weekend, I finished setting up my office. I needed to be somewhere away from others. Somewhere near my beloved Aleister. Some place that would mark working time and hanging out time.

I've put out some articles on Helium, sold several items to Textbroker, and even set up my separate freelance blog. Huzzah! I'm just tickled pink with how lovely all of this is turning out.

Still waiting to hear from state unemployment if I can get money or not. *fingers crossed* That will be the serious difference between whether I can make a true go of this, or if I'd still need to squeeze it into a full time job.

I really want writing to be my full time, so let's all hope for that. 8D

Friday, November 4, 2011

#FridayFlash - Dark and Twisty Road

**Also available on Helium**

The woods were foreboding beneath the incipient thunderstorm, yet Philippe forged ahead, Isabella beside him. "We'll make the castle before moonrise," he assured his daughter.

She rode her palfrey with practiced ease, though this was the longest trip she'd ever undertaken. "Father is certain it is safe?" There was mild trepidation in her words, but also absolute trust and excitement.

"Of course." He lied easily.

Philippe knew better than to travel these woods, but an early snow storm had closed the mountain passes. A man such as he, with no title and only the tiniest of lands, was lucky to have managed any type of decent marriage for his only daughter. Getting Isabella to her betrothed on time meant taking risks. The dowry had been sent ahead, and he couldn't afford to not marry his child off.

She needed the protection of a landed knight who asked nothing of her family background.

Thunder boomed as they entered the treeline. Isabella pressed her palfrey forward, though showed no other signs of fear. Philippe kept his body relaxed, though every sense was on alert for danger. Wolves and boggins and worse waited for the unwary.

He had once been one of those worse things.

The storm was keeping the wildlife subdues. Tension filled the air, raising Philippe's hackles. Impending rain didn't cause this kind of foreboding. He needed to find the lurking danger before it found them.

Isabella kicked her horse to a canter, darting ahead. "Wait!" Philippe's heart lodged in his throat as he kicked his horse hard to follow her. What was in the girl's head of a sudden?

His daughter rounded a bend before he caught up to her. Adrenaline filled his veins, sharpening his senses to a battle clarity he hadn't needed since before Isabella's birth.

Coming around the bend, Philippe was glad his body still knew what to do. His little girl was off her horse and in the arms of a man all in black, but currently unharmed. The ex-highwayman would be able to cut her attacker down in a heartbeat with only the barest use of his supernatural strength.

Isabella's assailant lifted his face, and Philippe's heart froze. "She tastes delightful," spoke his former partner. Blood stained the vampire's lower lip, and Philippe's shock turned to rage.

Then Isabella looked over her shoulder, grinning wickedly. "He looks more surprised than you said, Markel." She kissed the vampire.

Philippe's heart broke, his thoughts incoherent. Even as Markel's wolves surrounded him, he couldn't find the will to live.

Everything he'd done to protect Isabella from darkness had been for naught.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

You've made me a winner

Thank you all so much! At His Knee won the Just One Bite contest. Cash prize entirely aside, I'm head-over-heels stoked to have won because of the support of readers like you. I succeeded because of talent and friendship, and that really warms a girl's heart.

For everyone who didn't get a chance to register and read it during the voting, it will be available shortly from All Romance Ebooks. I will certainly keep you informed.

For everyone who loved the story (and I love you right back), I will probably be doing a sequel here in the future.