October 31, 2011
Anyone who stopped by Paranormal Haven today, already knows this, but … DUNCAN’s release date is … NOVEMBER 15th! Yes, you read that correctly. DUNCAN’s release date has been moved up and it’s official. My publisher just confirmed it for me a couple days ago. That’s like TWO WEEKS and we’ll have DUNCAN!
And speaking of giving away secrets, Raphael spilled the beans earlier today during Cyn’s interview over at Paranormal Haven’s Halloween at the Haven event. You should definitely stop by over there, because Cyn’s telling the story of her very first vampire … and Raphael is mightily curious. Gotta love the big guy. There’s also a giveaway, and even though the contest rules don’t say it, DUNCAN is included as a possible giveaway prize. But mostly, it’s fun hearing what Cyn has to say.
I know I’m forgetting something … TV? No, that’s not it. Although, I watched the new TV show GRIMM this week. Anyone else? It was pretty good, although the actor playing Nick Grimm could use a little spark. But maybe he’ll grow into the role. Definitely worth a second watch, though. Also caught Once Upon a Time with Snow White’s mysteriously bird’s nest hair. Puzzling. Interesting, though, that Snow and the Prince obviously had SEX, because a baby resulted. Now, THAT’s something you don’t hear about in fairy tales!
Okay, I have to cut it short. I’ve got work to do to make sure DUNCAN makes his debut on time! NOVEMBER 15th! Squeeeeee!
See you next week when I’ll be hip deep in NaNoWriMo!
Happy Halloween, Good Samhain, Felicitous Harvest … to everyone!
October 30, 2011
And she’s telling tales. First, she’s telling us all about the first vampire she ever met … someone Raphael doesn’t know about. And between her and Raphael, they might just be dropping hints about Duncan, too.
So be sure to stop by the Haven and see what they have to say. I think you’ll find it interesting.
And just to add some spice (as if Cyn and Raphael aren’t spicy enough all by themselves) there’s a giveaway, too!
I’ll be back later tonight with my usual post, so see you then!
October 24, 2011
DUNCAN is coming! And I mean that in a completely non-sexual way. And along with Duncan, you’ll meet all sorts of new characters, but especially the lovely Emma Duquet. More on Emma in a moment, but first ….
I’m getting many questions about Amazon pre-orders. Unfortunately, Amazon will not do pre-orders for small press books, not even for the Kindle version. And my publisher, ImaJinn Books, is a small press. So, you’ll have to wait for the actual release before you can order. But I will post it here the MOMENT I know the official date, plus I always check Amazon and BN.com rather obsessively once my books release, so that I know as soon as possible when they’re actually on sale on those sites. Fictionwise, too, but Fictionwise is always a couple weeks behind the other two.
Believe me, I’m just as eager for DUNCAN to get here as you are!
In other news (or not really news, but …) It’s nearly the end of October. Hard to believe, I know. But there’s exciting stuff coming up in November, including a big year’s end splash at The Romance Reviews, with tons of prizes, including a couple of books from yours truly. More details to come, but you definitely want this one on your calendar.
And next Sunday, October 30, I’ll be dropping in at Paranormal Haven’s Halloween event. I’m still holding out on the specifics, hoping to get some good news before then, but we’ll see. Whatever I end up blogging about, though, I’m definitely doing a giveaway, so come by and see me. I’ll be posting more about that next week, too.
And now, one more teaser, the last one before DUNCAN’s release … just a taste of Emma, with a dash of Duncan for very good measure. I’ve posted it on DUNCAN’s page HERE. Scroll down and look for TEASER #2.
Hope you enjoy meeting Emma (and seeing the delectable Duncan through her eyes) and I’ll see you right back here next week!
October 17, 2011
Heh,heh. Guess what that means?
But before we get to the exciting part, there’s some business to take care of. First, bookmarks … a bunch of requests went out this week. I was holding them up waiting for the DUNCAN bookmarks which just arrived. Also, my printer changed the size of his bookmarks, so all of the new ones are about half an inch shorter then the old ones. Same width, just shorter. This means all of the DUNCAN bookmarks are the new size, and my reorder on RAPHAEL and JABRIL, too. Those haven’t started going out yet, but they will soon, because I’m running out of the old ones! Yay! I l.o.v.e. sending my bookmarks to everyone!
And some promo stuff … I want to thank Annette at RomFan Reviews for adding DUNCAN to the front page of their blog. I’ll be do a holiday blog hop with RomFan in December, writing about my favorite holiday memory. Or, maybe it will be Raphael’s, who knows? And later this month, I’m up at Paranormal Haven for their Halloween at the Haven event. Not sure what precisely I’m doing there yet, but I know for a fact that it will be … exciting! Yup.
And, let’s see, there was one … more … thing. Hmmm. Oh, yeah! I’ve put up a brief teaser for DUNCAN on his page HERE. Enjoy!
See you all next week!
October 10, 2011
And other things, too, but for the next several months, it will be Vampires. I’ll be putting together an anthology of all the Vampire Vignettes so far, plus a couple of new ones. Depending on sales, it will probably only be in e-format, but it will be available on Kindle, Nook and Smashwords. Does that cover Apple devices? I’ll have to find that out. My plan is to cover all the available platforms. And if you don’t have an e-reader, you can always download the Kindle for PC and read it on your PC. That will be early in the year.
And then I’ll be writing a brand new Raphael/Cyn novella. This is something new, kind of stories between the books, but much longer than the Vignettes. These will be available in e-format initially, but once I’ve written two or more, my publisher will put them together and make a print book available. I’m hoping the books will all be available on Nook, in addition to Kindle, by then. But again, there’s always the Kindle for PC fallback. I’m not sure about the release date, yet. But somewhere between the Vignette Anthology and LUCAS. The novella will feature Raphael and Cyn and lead directly into the next full-length Vampires novel.
Which means, after the novella, it’s time for LUCAS, my cowboy vampire. You’ll meet Lucas for the first time at the very end of DUNCAN. I don’t want to give anything away, but, let’s see … he’s gorgeous, he’s sexy, and he likes to walk the fine edge of Raphael’s patience. And he’s about to meet a woman who presents a challenge he just can’t resist.
And I’ll be getting started on all of those writing projects for NaNoWriMo this year. For those of you unfamiliar with NaNo, it’s the annual exercise in torment for masochistic writers all over the world! We take on the challenge of writing 50K words in a single month. For anyone who doesn’t realize … that’s a lot of words! Especially when you’re a total compulsive like I am and constitutionally incapable of ignoring the rules of grammar, syntax, spelling, story … The good part is, I end up with something useable at the end of the month, whereas some of what gets written during NaNo … well, let me be polite and simply say it needs some work. LOL
But before any of that writing, NaNo or otherwise, sees the light beyond my computer, we will finally see the release of my sweet DUNCAN! It’s so close now, I can hardly wait!
Unfortunately, I have to, so I’ll satisfy myself with some new reviews and other good stuff for this week.
RT Book Reviews published their review of RAJMUND this month and I’m SO happy! 4 1/2 stars! I can’t link to the review, because it’s by subscription, but I can quote it … “an uber-sexy vampire lord, an intriguing heroine and red-hot sensuality …” I couldn’t agree more. Rajmund is definitely uber-sexy!
There were some excellent new reviews posted on Amazon, too. And speaking of Amazon, SOPHIA is still part of their October promo, which means you can get the Kindle version for only $2.99. I think the promo only lasts through October, but I’m not sure. I do know it will go back to the regular price once the promo’s over.
And while we’re talking about promos, Steph and Athenna at Paranormal Haven are hosting their annual Halloween at the Haven with lots of excellent guests and cool giveaways. I’ll be over there at the end of the month, but more on that later.
And I think that’s it for this week, but I’ll see you right back here next Sunday, with hopefully more news about DUNCAN and when my publisher will let me post at least a tiny peek. Oooooooooh. Can’t see much of Duncan if the peek is tiny. (Shame on me. Yeah, right. LOL_
October 3, 2011
I’ve got something different for you this week. My good friend and a wonderful writer, Michelle Muto, has released her second book, DON’T FEAR THE REAPER. Michelle reads every one of my books before anyone else sees them, and they wouldn’t be the books they are without her excellent input. Her own books are Young Adult—the first one, THE BOOK OF LOST SOULS, is about a teenage witch who has to face the darker side of her talents, and it garnered rave reviews. Her newest book, DON’T FEAR THE REAPER, is the story of 17-year-old Keely Morrison who sees killing herself as the only way to deal with her overwhelming grief and to reunite with her murdered twin sister. But Keely soon discovers that death isn’t the one-way ticket to heaven she expected. It’s a story of a sister’s love and a stranger’s faith, with lots of twists and turns in between.
I’ll see you back here next Sunday with more news on my beautiful Vampires! But now, as a special treat, I’ve included the first chapter of DON’T FEAR THE REAPER for your reading pleasure! Enjoy it, and I know you’ll want to read more. I did!
DON’T FEAR THE REAPER.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for they are with me.
I repeated my version of the psalm as I watched the ribbon of blood drift from my wrist. I’d hoped it would be a distraction—something to stop me from wondering what my sister’s dying thoughts had been. Exhaling slowly, I let the emptiness consume me.
Jordan had kept my secrets and I had kept hers. In the end, it came down to just one secret between us that took her life. Now, it would take mine. I should have said something, but nothing I said or did now could bring her back or make anyone understand what she meant to me.
Are you here, Jordan? Are you with me? Tell me about heaven…
I told myself Jordan was gone, never coming back, but her memories continued to haunt me. I had no idea if there even was an afterlife. If God existed, I was convinced he had given up on me. Not once did I sense he’d heard a single one of my prayers. I wasn’t asking for the world—I only wanted to know if my sister was safe and at peace. What was so hard about that?
She should still be here. It wasn’t fair.
I’d been the difficult one—much more than Jordan. For a while, I’d even gotten into drugs. Mom and Dad had worried I’d get Jordan into drugs, too. But I wouldn’t. Not ever. Besides, that part of my life had been over long before Jordan’s death. A small gargoyle tattoo on my left shoulder was all that remained of my previous lifestyle.
Mom and Dad started treating me differently after Jordan’s funeral two months ago. She and I were twins, so I understood how hard it was for them to look at me and not see her. Sometimes, they wouldn’t look at me at all. Mom went to the psychiatrist, but no one asked if I needed to talk to someone about what happened. No one asked if I needed sleeping pills or antidepressants. Yeah, sure. Don’t give the former addict pills of any sort.
Not one person saw the all-consuming suffering that gnawed at my soul. Why couldn’t anyone see? Jordan had been more than my sister—she’d been my Samson, my strength. I would have done anything for her, and yet, I’d failed her. I wasn’t the one who’d killed her, but I might as well have been. How could I ever live with that? My heart had a stillness to it since her death.
I shall fear no evil.
I couldn’t very well recite the first part of Psalm 23 because it said I shall not want, and I did want. I wanted to go back in time. I wanted my sister back. Clearly, goodness and mercy were never going to be part of my life ever again. In my mind, I saw myself walking through the iron gates of hell with demons cackling gleefully all around.
I didn’t want to die. Not really. I was just tired and didn’t know of another way to stop the pain. Doctors removed a bad appendix. Dentists pulled rotten teeth. What was I supposed to do when my very essence hurt, when the cancer I’d come to call depression made every decent memory agonizingly unbearable?
Before I’d gotten down to cutting my wrist (I managed to only cut one), I’d taken a few swigs of Dad’s tequila—the good kind he kept in the basement freezer. I’d used another swig or two to chase down the remainder of Mom’s sleeping pills in the event I failed to hit an artery or vein. Then I’d set the bottle on the ledge of the tub in case I needed further liquid encouragement. Instead of using a knife or a razor, I attached a cutting blade to my Dad’s Dremel. The Dremel was faster, I reasoned. More efficient.
It would have been easier to OD, I suppose. But I felt closer to my sister this way, to suffer as she’d suffered.
I recited the line from Psalms 23 again. It had become my personal mantra.
The words resonated in my parents’ oversized bathroom. I’d chosen theirs because the Jacuzzi tub was larger than the tub in the hall bathroom. Jordan and I used to take bubble baths together in this same tub when we were little.
Innocence felt like a lifetime ago. I searched the bathroom for bubble bath but came up short. Soap might have made the laceration hurt more so it was probably just as well. Besides, the crimson streaming from my wrist like watercolor on silk was oddly mesmerizing.
The loneliness inside proved unrelenting, and the line from the psalms made me feel better. I prayed for the agony inside me to stop. I argued with God. Pleaded. But after all was said and done, I just wanted the darkness to call me home.
I tried not to think of who would find my body or who’d read the note I’d left. I blamed myself not only for failing Jordan, but for failing my parents, too.
My lifeline to this existence continued to bleed out into the warm water. Killing myself had been harder than I’d imagined. I hadn’t anticipated the searing fire racing through my veins. I reached for the tequila with my good arm but couldn’t quite manage. Tears welled in my eyes.
Part of me foolishly felt Jordan was here. The other part feared she wasn’t.
Give me a sign, Sis. Just one.
I imagined seeing my parents at my funeral—their gaunt faces, red-eyed and sleepless. How could I do this to them? Wasn’t the devastation of losing one child enough?
No. Stop. A voice in my head screamed. Don’t do this. Don’t. Please…
I shifted my body, attempted to get my uncooperative legs under me. I could see the phone on my parents’ nightstand. I could make it that far. Had to. The voice was right. I didn’t want to do this. I felt disorientated, dizzy. Darkness crept along the edges of my vision. Focusing became difficult. A sweeping shadow of black caught my attention. Someone stood in the bathroom—not my sister. A man. Had I managed to call 911? I couldn’t remember getting out of the tub. And why’d I get back in? Did I use a towel?
Mom is going to be pissed when she sees the blood I’ve tracked all over the bedroom carpet.
“I’m sorry,” I told the man in black.
“It’s okay, Keely. Don’t be afraid.” Not my father’s voice. It was softer, with a hint of sorrow. Distant. Fleeting. Later, I’d feel embarrassed about this, but for now I was safe from the nothing I’d almost become. My teeth clattered from the chill. My eyelids fluttered in time with my breaths. The tub water had turned the color of port wine. The ribbons, the pretty, red watercolor ribbons were gone.
Dull gray clouded my sight.
A voice whispered to me, and my consciousness floated to the surface again.
Cold. So cold.
“I’m right here.”
There was no fear in me as the man bent forward, his face inches from mine. He was my father’s age, and yet strangely older. His eyes were so…blue, almost iridescent. The irises were rimmed in a fine line of black, and the creases etched at the corners reminded me of sunbeams as he gave me a weak smile. The oddly. Dressed. Paramedic. A warm hand reached into the water and cradled mine. My fingers clutched his. I sighed, feeling myself floating, drifting. Light—high and intense exploded before me. No! Too much. Too much! I shuddered and labored to catch my breath, but it wouldn’t come.