Monday, December 11, 2017

Monday Mishmash 12/11/17

Happy Monday! Monday Mishmash is a weekly meme dedicated to sharing what's on your mind. Feel free to grab the button and post your own Mishmash.

Here's what's on my mind today:
  1. Editing  I'm working on a client edit this week
  2. Unseen Evil duology  I just got physical proofs for my ya paranormal duology coming out in 2018, and they are so gorgeous I can't stop looking at them. I can't wait to share these covers in a few months. (Yes, I'm working way ahead of schedule.)
  3. Christmas Shopping  I think I'm finally finished shopping. Every year, I start early, yet I'm still shopping so close to Christmas. I'm not sure how that happens.
  4. Tax Reform  I'm trying to figure out what the tax reform means for self-employed people filing under section C. This has the potential to really hurt authors if we can't deduct expenses. How will we advertise, pay for covers, pay for editing, etc.? :( 
That's it for me. What's on your mind today?

Friday, December 8, 2017

Curse of the Ice Dragon

Check out this excerpt from Curse of the Ice Dragon, a sci-fi novel by Tara West, exclusive to the Wrath and Ruin boxed set.

Markus gasped as the old man’s eyes shot open. Deep within his sunken orbs, Markus thought he saw red. Dafuar’s incantations grew louder, until Markus could finally discern the lyrics of a poem.
“One fell shot from the bow
And many will know Madhea’s curse has descended
Omens will fall to family
And all the cruel hunter has befriended

For each life he claims
His kin suffers the same death by similar strand
For she will allow neither beast nor fowl
To be hunted by his hand

To the hunter who reaps his fill of kill
And nary none from need
Beware her beast who wakens to feast
On avarice and greed

Eyes that glow like burning coals
In the embers of demon’s fury
Breath so cold, Lydra freezes the souls
Of any at her mercy

Sad is the tale that is known so well
The hunter who slaughtered with pleasure
His heartless crime was recompensed
For discarding the forest’s treasure”
Once again the healer closed his eyes, and when they reopened he shook his head and blinked several times, acting as if he’d woken from a dream.
Markus remained standing, his feet like granite stones planted firmly on the ground. Fear had sent ice through his limbs and weighted his body to the spot. Had Dafuar really had some kind of vision? If the man’s intentions were to spook him, he’d clearly succeeded.

With clenched fists, he spoke through gritted teeth. “Your parables are not amusing.”

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Wednesday, December 6, 2017

A Bond of Destiny and Dragons

Check out these excerpts from A Bond of Destiny and Dragons, a sci-fi novel by Karin Tomlinson, exclusive to the Wrath and Ruin boxed set.

Griana unlocked her fangs from her soldier’s throat and released him back into battle.
The clash of steel and the clatter of armoured wings proclaimed the collision of the two armies. The air rattled and magic exploded—the thunderous bursts drowned out the roar of battle between the warrior fae and the monsters of the Chaos realm.
Ruby red blood stained the snow. The new general of King Arjuno’s army inhaled the metallic stench. It filled Griana’s nostrils but, unlike many fae, she relished it.
At twenty-five, she was not old in fae terms. However, Griana had spent years orchestrating this moment—ever since the Goddess of Creation had taken an interest in the heir to the Avalonian throne.
With a sword in each hand, she ducked and spun underneath the clumsy attack of a rotting Dust Devil. With a swift strike, she embedded one blade in its abdomen before decapitating it with the other. As its body exploded into a cloud of black dust, she spun and sank one blade into the belly of the nearest fae warrior. Blood sprayed, his screams lost to the din of war.
Sacrificing her own kind was a small price to pay for earning her chance at immortality.
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“How could you do this, Griana? Kill your own kind? You are sworn to protect the monarchy and the people of this land,” the Avalonian king croaked.
“Oh please, I am protecting the monarchy—my own,” she drawled in reply.
“Please. Please don’t hurt my sons. They trust you…” he pleaded, the whites of his eyes visible.
A snake’s smile curled Griana’s lips. She cocked her head, listening to the sound of the ongoing battle. It raged somewhere through the trees, but it was not visible. The forest here was thick with firs and red-leafed Lyca trees. This was the perfect spot, especially as the canopy made it hard for aerial troops to see them on the ground. Indeed, it was going to be easy to hide the demise of this king from any of his loyal warriors.
“Oh, I know they do, your majesty. But don’t worry your royal head about them. At least one of them will survive. After all, I will need a king by my side—or at least in my bed,” she shrugged, “for a time.”
She prowled around the fallen monarch. Under her feet, the remains of Dust Devils mixed with the blood of the slain fae. Her boots squelched through the thick, mud-like mixture. Griana paid it no mind, focused entirely on the pleasure of this moment. Power surged through her blood, and she welcomed her magic.
Around her, most of the fae warriors looked on in horror, but some were utterly still, their eyes dark and stormy. There was nothing any of these fae warriors could do to defy her. Whether she had recently bitten them and injected them with her venom or enslaved them to her will months ago, they were all equally her slaves. Her will was theirs.
Griana completed circling her prey. Once again standing before the king, she made sure to remain out of his reach even though he was on his knees and bleeding heavily from several deep wounds. The fae king was an experienced and vicious fighter, and he knew he was about to die.
Which always makes people desperate, she reflected.
“Be pleased your bloodline will continue, my king. I will make sure that my child, your grandchild, will rule Avalonia long after you and your sons are gone,” she told him.
Using her mind, she bade two of the king’s guard to come forward. They obeyed. With fear and confusion in their eyes, they reached his side. One kicked the king’s wounded wing as the other pulled the king’s sword from his weak fingers.
Through the venom bond, Griana bid that warrior to discard the king’s blade, then both grasped their monarch’s arms, holding him in place.
Sheathing her own blade, Griana bent down and wrapped her gloved hands around the pommel of a rusty, blood-covered sword. Lifting it from the ground, she cocked her head and smiled.
Iron. A far more fitting blade for him to die by.

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Monday, December 4, 2017

Monday Mishmash 12/4/17

Happy Monday! Monday Mishmash is a weekly meme dedicated to sharing what's on your mind. Feel free to grab the button and post your own Mishmash.

Here's what's on my mind today:
  1. Games We Play Cover  In case you missed it, the cover of Games We Play, book three in the Lies We Tell trilogy was revealed last week.
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  2. Editing  I'm booked solid with client edits this month. 
  3. Drafting  Lately, I've been drafting here and there when I can grab some time between edits. I was hoping to finish another book before the end of the year, but with my editing schedule, that may not happen.
  4. My birthday  My birthday is on Friday. I'm never happy about getting older, mainly because my mental age doesn't match my physical age. I doubt it ever will. ;) 
  5. Replica Advance Reader Copies  If you are interested in receiving an advance reader copy of Replica, my sci-fi in the Wrath and Ruin boxed set, you can sign up here
That's it for me. What's on your mind today.

Friday, December 1, 2017

Replica Excerpt

Check out this excerpt from Replica, a sci-fi novel by Kelly Hashway, exclusive to the Wrath and Ruin boxed set.

Watching my dad stick a needle into a newborn baby never gets any easier, but it’s his job, and the rest of us are expected to silently observe as he and the other scientists of Theoria determine this child’s future. They only need a single drop of blood for their machine, which they’ve named Oculus because it sees what we can’t, but they take a full vial—for what I’m not sure. The baby’s cry pierces the air, making me cringe. I avert my eyes, and they find one of the Scientia Vincere Tenebras signs hung all over this place. “Science defeats darkness,” that’s our motto. Well, it’s the scientists’ motto anyway. Gabe squeezes my elbow and gives me a reassuring smile. He’s always there for me, but then again he has to be since he’s my match.
“Abigail Tennison,” Dad says as he drips the baby’s blood into the vial attached to the machine he wheeled out here on a cart. While he presses a few buttons on the control panel, another scientist, Emmitt Van Buren, etches Abigail’s name into the stone wall that surrounds our community. Her name will be up there on display like the rest of ours, for all to see.
No one speaks while we wait for the machine to spit out little Abby’s future. Who will she marry? What will she grow up to be? We’ll all know in a matter of seconds. Being Dad’s daughter, I have a front row seat to the ceremony, and I see the white screen flash with Abby’s future.
Dad smiles and turns to the crowd. His eyes fall on Abigail, who is back in the arms of her mother. “Abigail Tennison, future doctor and wife to Jared Simmons; mother of three.” Dad smiles like he couldn’t be more proud—of Abigail’s future or of the fact that he helped create this machine and our community.
If you ask me, he’s playing God. His eyes meet mine, and I do my best to force a smile. I’m supposed to be the supportive daughter, a model citizen. If anyone knew what I really thought of this community and our planned futures, Dad would probably lose his position and my whole family would be exiled. Sent back to live like the rest of the world. I wouldn’t mind, but I couldn’t do that to Mom and Dad. They’re happy, like everyone else here. Or as happy as any of us can be without free will. I wouldn’t mind following our society’s rules so much if it weren’t for one thing. We don’t really get to experience love.
Love is only for the people on the outside of these walls. Sure we can love our families, but true love—that feeling that makes your head spin and your gut feel like it’s turning flips—that doesn’t exist anymore, not since the scientists decided to meddle in everything and create this perfect society. I only know what love is from reading books Mom smuggled from her former life, the one she lived before she volunteered to be part of this experiment. I can’t help thinking Mom got her heart broken one too many times and decided a scientific match based on compatibility was the way to go. So at twenty-three, she signed herself up to have her blood tested and be paired with her “perfect match.” Nothing against my dad—he’s a great guy and all—but he’s one of the scientists who founded this place.
Mom’s lived here ever since and followed every rule. And while I’ve been here for seventeen years, I can’t say I’m one to play by the rules. I break them—often. I’m just smart about it and make sure I can’t get caught.
Dad and the rest of the scientists pack up the machine, along with the vile containing the rest of the blood Dad took from Abigail, and walk back inside the lab. Just like that, the ceremony is over. Most of the crowd hangs around to congratulate Abby’s mother on the future chosen for her baby. I lose Gabe somewhere in the mass of people and walk over to my place on the wall.
Emily Saunders, future educator and wife to Gabe Wilson; mother of two.
I bend down and pick up a rock by my foot, squeezing it in my hand until a sharp edge pierces my skin. Opening my palm, I see a small trickle of red. Something about my blood angers me, and I launch the rock at my name on the wall.
“Ouch. I think you hit my name that time.” Gabe bumps his shoulder into mine and smiles. “Dreading the day you have to say ‘I do’ to me already?”

I don’t take my eyes off the wall. It’s like a train wreck I can’t look away from. All our names and futures are chiseled into it for everyone to see, reminding us that our decisions aren’t our own. I remember reading that even the gods couldn’t mess with free will. I guess our government is above the gods, because they’ve sure taken every ounce of free will away from us.

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Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Games We Play Cover Reveal!

GAMES WE PLAY is coming January 2nd! Have you started this series? If you haven't, you can grab book 1, LIES WE TELL for 99 cents!


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Madison Kramer can’t escape her past no matter how hard she tries. Coming clean about her true identity only spurs fans to lash out at her. But one threatening message stands out as so much more than just an irate fan.
Someone is playing games with Maddie. Someone who knows a lot more about her than what she’s told the public. She can’t run from her past anymore. This killer is murdering everyone close to Maddie in order to get to her.
There’s nowhere left to hide. Nothing short of Maddie’s death will end this game.

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Madison Kramer thought her past was behind her. With a new name and a career as a best-selling author, what could go wrong?
She never expected Trevor Lockhardt to walk into her book signing, offering his services as her publicist, or that she’d end up falling for him. But what she really didn’t expect was a stalker sending her messages, both written and in the form of dead bodies.
Madison can’t escape her parents’ murder any longer. But is it their killer coming to finish what he started fifteen years ago? How long can she keep her past a secret before her lies come back to get her?

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Monday, November 27, 2017

Monday Mishmash 11/27/17

Happy Monday! Monday Mishmash is a weekly meme dedicated to sharing what's on your mind. Feel free to grab the button and post your own Mishmash.

Here's what's on my mind today:
  1. Our Little Secret $.99 Sale  Limitless Publishing has reduced the price of Our Little Secret for the holiday weekend. Today is the last day to grab the book for only $.99. Get it here now. 
  2. Editing  I took a few days off from editing since I visited family out of state for Thanksgiving. This week, I'm back at it.
  3. Proofreading Games We Play  Games We Play releases January 2nd. I'm working on the final proofread now.
  4. Games We Play Cover Reveal  This Wednesday is the cover reveal for the third and final book in the Lies We Tell trilogy. I have to say, I freaked myself out while writing this book. Suspense is suspenseful for the author as well!
  5. Decorating for Christmas  We decorated for Christmas yesterday. Now that Thanksgiving is over, I'm all about Christmas.
That's it for me. What's on your mind today?