Thursday, July 7, 2016
Roane Publishing: Heat Wave Blog Hop
Roane Publishing: Heat Wave Blog Hop: Heat Wave Blog Hop July 18th - 22nd Roane Publishing's Grand Prize: Free feedback on a chapter AND a $50 Amazon Gift Card! ...
Roane Publishing: Caught Between Worlds Blog Tour Sign Ups
Roane Publishing: Caught Between Worlds Blog Tour Sign Ups: Caught Between Worlds Blog Tour Sign Ups Caught Between Worlds release day blitz will take place on August 15th, and the blog t...
Roane Publishing: Heat Wave Blog Hop
Roane Publishing: Heat Wave Blog Hop: Heat Wave Blog Hop July 18th - 22nd Roane Publishing's Grand Prize: Free feedback on a chapter AND a $50 Amazon Gift Card!
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Roane Publishing is holding a Heat Wave blog hop, hot enough to scorch the sand!
July 18th-22nd.
A chapter feedback and a $50 Amazon gift card!!!
http://roanepublishing.blogspot.com/p/heat-wave-blog-hop.html
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Manor of Sweet Souls with Excerpt
As you all know, I fell in love with Gladys a long time ago and I've been working on her ever since. This is my free short story about my kickass troll. (Gave you a little excerpt here)
Tell me what you think!
Manor of Sweet Souls
“Glad—?”
“Gladys, my name is Gladys.” I grit my teeth, knowing I shouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He knows I’m on the list.
“Gladys. Here you are.” He pulls back a little cord, lifting the wall of a very complicated circle, and frowns at me. Or, Kyo.
“I’m afraid we don’t allow animals. No one who’s not on the list.” He drops the rope back down.
“Listen, Michael,” I say, reading the tag on his shirt. “If I was going to a party for fun, I’d leave my dog at home. Unfortunately, I’m on a hunt. Now, we could get into a whole jurisdictional issue, where I trump anyone you put against me, being I maintain the portals and you’re all on my turf. And I agree you’re well within your rights to make a big issue about my partner, but if you do I will be forced to come in there later with a different sort of weapon. Which do you find more threatening? A sword and bow, or my extremely well-behaved sidekick?” I manufacture a sticky sweet smile, not mentioning the throwing stars tucked at my belt, or Vanessa’s incredibly toxic vial of potion snuggled at my bosom. Not that I don’t have my charms, but those who sneak through the portals aren’t always easily persuaded to go back.
The bouncer is a human-looking guy, thin features pinching as he considers my request, but I can feel the power emanating from him. I knew security would be tight, with the prisoner on the premises, but it’s not often my authority is questioned. My orders come from Faerie and Earth itself—no one kingdom. Even the committees in Faerie who hand out the permits I enforce, would hesitate to question me. It’s not as if I can pick and choose which laws to enforce. Today, a brownie, tomorrow, the Seelie and Unseelie battles seeping through the portals—and that I won’t allow.
“Clock’s ticking. Either let us in, or I make a scene, and if there’s one thing trolls are known for, it’s our hospitable nature,” I say playing off of every story ever about man-eating trolls. I don’t know who the cannibal trolls were, but I prefer chicken, thank you.
Another waiter passes with something green on the end of a silver toothpick. It’s like the place where yummy goes to die.
Michael pulls up the rope, letting me in, and I wave as I pass. Technically, I should curtsy, but I’m already stomach level to him and not really happy where curtsying would put my face. As it is, the fae are a tall people. Those who aren’t tend to add a little height to their glamour.
I don’t like the view in crowds. It’s a pet peeve of mine. I ignore the tall people, while noting ones more my size. Most look as ill at ease as I feel, while others look positively lecherous.
One bogart, a squat woman with short hair and an off the shoulder dress, pinches a man in the derriere and winks when he looks back. Bogarts are a demented version of brownies—hiding reading glasses and remotes and feeling people up with clammy hands at night. I can’t imagine she’ll be doing much of that tonight. She’s been hitting the punch a little too hard, and her wink is slow. Not exaggerated, but more like she can’t figure out how to open her eye back up.
I don’t see my quarry, Bob, but brownies are tricky. On one hand, I could be looking for a short middle-aged man. I could also be looking for the plate or spoon he’s turned into. The only thing I have for Kyo to scent is a small piece of clothing I’m not even certain Bob ever wore.
I know he’s here. Today’s celebration is in honor of the first portal to open on the east coast—in Madam Goudsey’s house.
Madam Goudsey was a regular lovely with a crystal ball, selling candles and dire predictions to her customers. Only thing the gypsy was hiding other than being a fraud, was her dealings in the fae slave trade. An illegal activity, and well before my time, though not before Bob’s. Her personal housekeeper, Bob lived the hellish life of being trapped in her house. She wasn’t the true torturer, though—that would be Janelle.
Janelle’s a lovely troll, a turncoat in the truest sense of the word. Not only did she turn her back on her portals, she kept herself busy funneling illegal slaves to both sides—humans to Faerie and fae to Earth. She was truly vicious and it was ultimately the blood of humans, fae, and her witch partner that opened the entrance to Manor of Sweet Souls.
Amazon; http://amzn.to/1IyQPyI
B&N: http://bit.ly/1A17mJ7
Roane Publishing–for those outside the US and those who want more free reads: http://bit.ly/1K785eP
Tell me what you think!
Manor of Sweet Souls
“Glad—?”
“Gladys, my name is Gladys.” I grit my teeth, knowing I shouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He knows I’m on the list.
“Gladys. Here you are.” He pulls back a little cord, lifting the wall of a very complicated circle, and frowns at me. Or, Kyo.
“I’m afraid we don’t allow animals. No one who’s not on the list.” He drops the rope back down.
“Listen, Michael,” I say, reading the tag on his shirt. “If I was going to a party for fun, I’d leave my dog at home. Unfortunately, I’m on a hunt. Now, we could get into a whole jurisdictional issue, where I trump anyone you put against me, being I maintain the portals and you’re all on my turf. And I agree you’re well within your rights to make a big issue about my partner, but if you do I will be forced to come in there later with a different sort of weapon. Which do you find more threatening? A sword and bow, or my extremely well-behaved sidekick?” I manufacture a sticky sweet smile, not mentioning the throwing stars tucked at my belt, or Vanessa’s incredibly toxic vial of potion snuggled at my bosom. Not that I don’t have my charms, but those who sneak through the portals aren’t always easily persuaded to go back.
The bouncer is a human-looking guy, thin features pinching as he considers my request, but I can feel the power emanating from him. I knew security would be tight, with the prisoner on the premises, but it’s not often my authority is questioned. My orders come from Faerie and Earth itself—no one kingdom. Even the committees in Faerie who hand out the permits I enforce, would hesitate to question me. It’s not as if I can pick and choose which laws to enforce. Today, a brownie, tomorrow, the Seelie and Unseelie battles seeping through the portals—and that I won’t allow.
“Clock’s ticking. Either let us in, or I make a scene, and if there’s one thing trolls are known for, it’s our hospitable nature,” I say playing off of every story ever about man-eating trolls. I don’t know who the cannibal trolls were, but I prefer chicken, thank you.
Another waiter passes with something green on the end of a silver toothpick. It’s like the place where yummy goes to die.
Michael pulls up the rope, letting me in, and I wave as I pass. Technically, I should curtsy, but I’m already stomach level to him and not really happy where curtsying would put my face. As it is, the fae are a tall people. Those who aren’t tend to add a little height to their glamour.
I don’t like the view in crowds. It’s a pet peeve of mine. I ignore the tall people, while noting ones more my size. Most look as ill at ease as I feel, while others look positively lecherous.
One bogart, a squat woman with short hair and an off the shoulder dress, pinches a man in the derriere and winks when he looks back. Bogarts are a demented version of brownies—hiding reading glasses and remotes and feeling people up with clammy hands at night. I can’t imagine she’ll be doing much of that tonight. She’s been hitting the punch a little too hard, and her wink is slow. Not exaggerated, but more like she can’t figure out how to open her eye back up.
I don’t see my quarry, Bob, but brownies are tricky. On one hand, I could be looking for a short middle-aged man. I could also be looking for the plate or spoon he’s turned into. The only thing I have for Kyo to scent is a small piece of clothing I’m not even certain Bob ever wore.
I know he’s here. Today’s celebration is in honor of the first portal to open on the east coast—in Madam Goudsey’s house.
Madam Goudsey was a regular lovely with a crystal ball, selling candles and dire predictions to her customers. Only thing the gypsy was hiding other than being a fraud, was her dealings in the fae slave trade. An illegal activity, and well before my time, though not before Bob’s. Her personal housekeeper, Bob lived the hellish life of being trapped in her house. She wasn’t the true torturer, though—that would be Janelle.
Janelle’s a lovely troll, a turncoat in the truest sense of the word. Not only did she turn her back on her portals, she kept herself busy funneling illegal slaves to both sides—humans to Faerie and fae to Earth. She was truly vicious and it was ultimately the blood of humans, fae, and her witch partner that opened the entrance to Manor of Sweet Souls.
Amazon; http://amzn.to/1IyQPyI
B&N: http://bit.ly/1A17mJ7
Roane Publishing–for those outside the US and those who want more free reads: http://bit.ly/1K785eP
Things Mysterious
This was published by Roane Publishing a bit ago, and from what I've heard, it's full of twists and turns.
Things Mysterious by Matthew Chabin
Release Date: June 22, 2015 Genre: Romance (Mystery) Keywords: #Romance, #Mystery, #Paranormal, #Mortality, #Literary, #RoaneBooks, #RoanePub
Dasan Garret is a disappointed man. Recently divorced and just returned from a traumatic tour of duty in Iraq, he moves back to his hometown of Portland, Oregon only to find himself unexpectedly alone. His old friends are all gone, moved away, locked up, or dead. Women seem to occupy a parallel universe. With no community and few prospects, he takes a job as a night watchman and withdraws ever deeper into the shadows of his mind. Until one day when he meets Edenia, and she lights up his world like a bolt of pure energy. She seems perfect: vibrant, gifted, kind, sexy, a sudden and unlooked-for reprieve from the sad ruin of his life. And yet there remains a nagging sense that something isn’t right. Could it be that he is merely slow to trust the happiness she offers him? Or is there something behind that waver in her laugh, that fleeting look of sadness in her eyes? The mystery deepens when one day Edenia disappears. Dasan believes he must find her in order to go on living. But to find her again, he will have to confront a devastating truth about her life, and his.
5* #Review: “I would definitely read another by this author.” 5* review: “A great read! It pulled me into a story so unusual and intriguing that I just kept turning the pages....beautifully written, mysteriously addictive, emotionally moving. I can't stop thinking about it! More please!”
http://amzn.to/23gf13Q
http://bit.ly/20ccmmD
Release Date: June 22, 2015 Genre: Romance (Mystery) Keywords: #Romance, #Mystery, #Paranormal, #Mortality, #Literary, #RoaneBooks, #RoanePub
Dasan Garret is a disappointed man. Recently divorced and just returned from a traumatic tour of duty in Iraq, he moves back to his hometown of Portland, Oregon only to find himself unexpectedly alone. His old friends are all gone, moved away, locked up, or dead. Women seem to occupy a parallel universe. With no community and few prospects, he takes a job as a night watchman and withdraws ever deeper into the shadows of his mind. Until one day when he meets Edenia, and she lights up his world like a bolt of pure energy. She seems perfect: vibrant, gifted, kind, sexy, a sudden and unlooked-for reprieve from the sad ruin of his life. And yet there remains a nagging sense that something isn’t right. Could it be that he is merely slow to trust the happiness she offers him? Or is there something behind that waver in her laugh, that fleeting look of sadness in her eyes? The mystery deepens when one day Edenia disappears. Dasan believes he must find her in order to go on living. But to find her again, he will have to confront a devastating truth about her life, and his.
5* #Review: “I would definitely read another by this author.” 5* review: “A great read! It pulled me into a story so unusual and intriguing that I just kept turning the pages....beautifully written, mysteriously addictive, emotionally moving. I can't stop thinking about it! More please!”
http://amzn.to/23gf13Q
http://bit.ly/20ccmmD
Jack by KR Thompson
Have you checked out the Neverland series by K.R. Thompson? This is the latest in the series. You should definitely check it out.
Jack by K.R. Thompson
Memories are fading as the pirates forget the life they once knew. Only one has managed to remember his life before Pan whisked him away to Neverland--and he's determined to find a way to escape in spite of Hook's need for revenge.
Seeking a way to restore the memories of the Jolig Roger's crew, Jack crosses paths with a mermaid searching for her own answers to Neverland's secrets.
Discover the untold story of the Lost Boy who was destined to grow up and the mermaid who will steal his heart.
Jack on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01DWG80PU/ref=series_dp_rw_ca_4
The whole series: https://www.amazon.com/Untold-Stories-Neverland-Book/dp/B01ENFVKV0/ref=sr_1_13?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1466390814&sr=1-13&keywords=k.r+thompson
Memories are fading as the pirates forget the life they once knew. Only one has managed to remember his life before Pan whisked him away to Neverland--and he's determined to find a way to escape in spite of Hook's need for revenge.
Seeking a way to restore the memories of the Jolig Roger's crew, Jack crosses paths with a mermaid searching for her own answers to Neverland's secrets.
Discover the untold story of the Lost Boy who was destined to grow up and the mermaid who will steal his heart.
Jack on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01DWG80PU/ref=series_dp_rw_ca_4
The whole series: https://www.amazon.com/Untold-Stories-Neverland-Book/dp/B01ENFVKV0/ref=sr_1_13?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1466390814&sr=1-13&keywords=k.r+thompson
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Hope You Are You All Doing?
Hope you all have a great weekend!
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It's a Girl
I’m going to lay this out there. I don’t have a penis. I
know, I’m sorry you had to find out this way.
I know, I wish I could pee standing up in the snow, too, but
I get the feeling that would just be a mess.
What does this mean for me as a writer? Do I only write girl
characters? How can I know what it’s like for a man?
Well, I guess I don’t. But I don’t exactly know what it’s
like for another girl, either. I mean, I’m only me. I don’t know what goes on
in other women’s heads. And other than a difference of bait and tackle, trying
to find the difference in testosterone fluctuations without making a male
character sound like a seventies caveman movie is a little rough.
See, I like things to be sort of equal between sexes.
Whereas I like tough heroines, I’m not interested in complete role reversal,
turning my man into a wilting flower of a bad cowboy movie. “Oh, Gladys, I’m so
faint from watching you fight. Take me, Gladys, take me now! Kiss me, you
fool!”
Okay, so that made me laugh, but no. I want them to be their
own separate people who join together from mutual love and respect. Luckily,
I’ve had great examples. From Rachel Caine to Kim Harrison to Patricia Briggs,
I’ve had so many writers go before me to show me that women are as good as, not
better than men. God, I love it, and even as I sit here now, I want to be a
name dropper and keep going. Maybe that’s one of the reasons I love urban
fantasy.
We can all be tough and soft and normal in our own way. Just
like in life.
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