I saw this quote the other day and it made me chuckle, so I had to share. It’s an excerpt from Tricia Andersen’s, Black Irish. I wish I could’ve thought of the line. It’s so awesome! I think me and the author think alike. Must be why we’re besties ;)
And did she place the quote there for a “specific” reason? Go check out the book and find out!
Check out the book here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B019HB3NNI/ref=dp-kindle-redirect?ie=UTF8&btkr=1
January 20, 2016 | Categories: Daily rambling, Uncategorized | Tags: author, book, books, fiction, ink, irish, love, novel, publishing, reading, relationships, romance, tattoo, writer, writers, writing | 2 Comments
People often ask me where I got my author’s quote. It’s from one of my books, Forever Black, so “I” didn’t technically say it, one of my characters did. So, I’ll share the bit it came from. Though, I always liked the emerald-eyed snake part the best. Probably because I know the characters, and it makes me laugh thinking of how Drake would say that line out loud. Especially, since he hates Ashliegh’s Nightwalker novels and abores her character, Nicolas (Nicolas is the emerald-eyed snake he’s referring to).
January 18, 2016 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: author, book, books, fantasy, fiction, novel, paranormal romance, publishing, quote, reading, relationships, romance, story, vampire, vampires, writer, writers, writing | Leave a comment
Black Kat, my YA sport’s romance novel, is on sale for $ .99 January 8-15! This is one of my best sellers, and it stayed in the top 100 for Sport’s Romance for a few months in a row when it released on Amazon. So, go snag a copy if you haven’t already ;)
I had a lot of fun writing this book, and it gave me the title of “sport’s romance” writer to add the growing number of genres I am able to write.
*Fun fact about Black Kat: The handmade “trophy” scene was inspired by a real story my interviewee for the book told me.
January 9, 2016 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: amazon, author, book, books, excerpt, fiction, hockey, love, novel, publishing, reading, relationships, romance, sale, writer, writers, writing | Leave a comment
Before I delve into the “Dollar Days” post, I’m addressing this reader question quick. Yes, I am planning on releasing Mistletoe, but it still doesn’t have a release date, yet. But I’ll be sure to update you on it’s progress.
And because I’ve had a big fan response to my books in this genre (and I’m a pushover for my fans), I have some big news to share with you. I’ll give you more information on that when I have concrete plans for it. So get excited!
I have a lot of manuscripts awaiting editing, so I need to make a schedule for all that stuff. That’s my New Years resolution. Finish edits and make some goals. As of now, I’m working on getting Blood Kisses ready for re-release and finishing a few graphic projects. My issues with my publisher set me back a few months in my editing schedule, so please bear with me a bit.
So, onto the next portion of this post. “Dollar Days”! I’m doing a special promotion for 2016 called “Dollar Days”. Every month, I’ll sell one of my ebooks at .99 on Amazon. Yeah, not quite a dollar, but….the name sounds catchy, right?
So, to kick off the new year, I’ll start with a winter theme book. If you don’t already have a copy of this book, hop on over to Amazon during the promotion to get one!
So, here’s the specs on the book I promised. I also added in a warning about the graphic content in the novel, so be forewarned before you buy the book as well. It is a little more intense than some of my other books.
Horror, Dark Fantasy, Dark Romance, Adventure
Apollo then takes the young girl as his ward, training her to use magic. As she matures, Apollo develops loving feelings for his captive, a love that could prove dangerous for the young girl. He asks her to take him to the surface world, a place demons were banished from, and vowed to use his magic to make her a perfect life there, something Stella had never had.
But Stella’s silver-tongued, demon master had been banished for good reason, and releasing him on the surface may have disastrous consequences. Not to mention he knows a huge secret about Stella, one that he would do anything to keep from her.
*A little background before reading….This is from the second chapter. Apollo is Stella’s master and Samson is Apollo’s pet/companion. Though, Samson is almost always found with Stella when she’s in Hell.
Watching a pack of humanoid demons, called Sentinels, Stella hid in a small hallway near the large entryway closest to her. The Sentinels were the delegated punishers of the Wicked who had been damned to Hell. They were massive men, about nine foot in stature, and with the girth of a bear. They smelled horrid, rotten blood and chunks of flesh lingering in their thick body hair. Snorting as they walked, they carried heavy weapons, their muscles bulging.
Apollo had often told her he’d send her to the Sentinels if she misbehaved, but she thought he didn’t really mean it. That, or she hadn’t made him mad enough, yet. But still, the threat was enough to make her never want to misbehave, well, not too badly at least.
Stella’s hand was now paused on Samson’s head, her gaze sharp. She was watching them torture some humans. Some of the victims seemed like fresh corpses, others like sacks of bones, their flesh like slimy goo clinging to their rotting skeletons.
Stella picked up the locket at the end of her necklace and held it to her nose. She inhaled the strong perfume encased in it, which was a mixture of strong spices and incense. It warded off the nasty smells one would encounter in the Underworld, something she still hadn’t gotten used to.
She was now in the ruins of the old castle, a place that once housed the great Demon King and his court. Most of the rooms were so damaged, they were inaccessible. But those that weren’t, offered great places to explore. It was said to be a grand palace in its prime, but it hadn’t been that way for a long time.
She wasn’t allowed this close to the castle, but she often came here when Apollo was away. He’d leave her alone with Samson, but Stella wasn’t sure where he went when he left. She wondered if he were going back to his body to sleep, but she was never for certain.
But now that she was older, and had learned to survive in the Underworld, she could hold her own. Apollo had taught her great magic, magic that was normally reserved for elite members of the Sorcerer’s League, the most powerful group on the surface world.
There, if you practiced such high level magics, you were required to have a Sorcerer’s badge, as well as bear tattoos inlaid by the Sorcerer’s League. If you didn’t, the charges could be criminal. But rules like that didn’t apply in the Underworld.
Her eyes settled on the door across the room. It led to the throne room, the place she wanted to go. She glanced at Samson, then back at the demons. She then took the back route, using the hallway to get there.
She stopped at the entrance closest to her destination. Again, she peeked out and observed the Sentinels. They were now leading in a new batch of humans. They seemed to be new recruits, their clothes only slightly dirty, their skin fresh like they still held a hint of life inside them.
She needed to get past them. Holding onto the locket on her necklace, Stella gathered the courage. Her fingers warmed the metal of the charm, the familiar, worn shape of it calming Stella a bit. It was a trinket given to her by her mother, a family heirloom that had belonged to her grandmother, whom was Stella’s namesake.
She then called a spell, her body speeding up. She bounced back and forth on her feet, her senses now sharpened. She once again looked out. Waving her hand, she opened the massive door to the throne room a small way.
The Sentinels were all preoccupied with their new wards, so they didn’t notice. When they all had their backs turned, she darted out. Her movements were so quick, she looked like a blur. She reached the door and quickly slipped through the crack in it.
Samson ran after her. The Sentinels saw him, but didn’t pay any attention. There were other Hellcats that occupied the castle ruins, but they seemed to co-exist with the demons. Once Samson was inside, she closed the door behind them.
With a spell, she called a flame to her hand and walked toward the throne. Her eyes settled on a crystal ball that stood on a grand pedestal near it. Smoke swirled around it, crystals of ice sparkling by the light of the flame in her hand. This was the Demon King’s mirror. It had the power to show you anything. Apollo had taught her how to use the power of mirrors to communicate, and luckily, using the ball required the same spell.
Smiling, she darted toward it. The Demon King’s Mirror was a powerful, sacred artifact of Hell that had remained untouched when the Underworld was destroyed. Apollo had shown her the mirror before, and showed her a glimpse into the surface world with it. He told her that the Demon King was able to watch anyone through mirrors, but since he had been imprisoned, the King’s Mirror’s powers were limited.
Placing her hands on the sides of the sphere, Stella whispered, “King of Demons, lend me your sight. Allow me a glimpse into the surface world.” The ball lit up, the coldness of the glass chilling her fingers, her skin turning red.
January 2, 2016 | Categories: Story Excerpts, Uncategorized | Tags: author, book, books, dark, demon, excerpt, fantasy, fiction, horror, novel, paranormal romance, publishing, reading, romance, story, writer, writers, writing | 2 Comments
Here’s the excerpt from The Gateway I promised. It was hard to pick a good excerpt that didn’t contain a spoiler or was appropriate for a mixed audience, so I chose one from early on in the book.
I hope you enjoy the tease! And feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment section. As of now, the release date is set for December 31st. I will get the new blurb and stats on the book up soon.
She broke through the gates of Hell, her body falling like a dead weight to the land below. Dust churned around her like a smoky screen, the earth of the Underworld grey, like the ashes of the dead. The fragile wings that surrounded her shattered into sparkling specs of dust that disintegrated when they hit the cold earth.
Howls and shrieks pierced the air, the stench of rotting flesh poisoning it. Her body now lay on a pile of skeletons. This was the resting place of the sacrifices that came before her, some with bones still wet.
Her body was now covered in a slimy goo, her hair now soaking up the ashy earth. She lay still for a few minutes, a pool of blood staining her bed and spreading out around her.
Slowly, creatures crept from the darkness. Sniffing the air, the ungodly beings followed the scent of fresh blood.
Feeling a thick wetness splash on her face, Stella tried to force her eyes open, but could barely do so. Her eyes settled on something hovering over her. It had a circular face that looked almost human. Her long lashes fluttered as she tried to focus on it. But when she finally did, this being turned out to be inhuman.
The creature resembled a cross between a bear and a canine, multiple rows of sharp teeth lining his jaw. Behind him was a pack of similar demons. All of them eyed her hungrily. Her face scrunched and Stella struggled to move.
Her rousing angered the feral demon, who belted out a screech. Seeing him lunge, she closed her eyes and prepared for the attack.
She then felt a rush of wind, followed by the low growl of a large cat. Now standing in front of Stella was a panther-like demon, his midnight fur standing on end. He leapt forward and attacked her pursuers. Ripping the flesh of the demon’s neck, the cat shook the dog until its neck snapped. He then tossed its bloodied corpse to its pack.
Instead of fighting back, the dogs scurried off.
“What have we here?” A man chuckled as he walked over and circled her. He regarded her like a foreign body dropped from the heavens. “A live human? Here in my Underworld? No. It cannot be.”
He then whistled, the large cat coming to his side. He addressed the cat, “Samson. Turn her over.” The cat nudged at Stella’s side, then sunk his teeth into the fabric of her damp robe. He pulled, and her almost lifeless body flopped on its back.
Stella was barely able to stay awake. The pain radiating through her was unbearable. “Help me.”
“Ah…” Letting out a hearty chuckle, a great happiness filled his deep voice. “What a treasure I have found in the boneyard.”
Her eyes begged, Stella mouthing the words, but they were barely audible, “Please…”
“All right. But let’s make a deal.” Kneeling at her side, the man studied her face, his neon blue eyes locking on hers. “Give me your soul and become my servant. Only then, will I save you.”
Stella’s eyes slowly fluttered open, her lips struggling to form the words.
“Hurry, my little one.” He glanced at the puddle of blood under her. “You don’t have much time left.”
“Take it.” Closing her eyes tightly, Stella’s hot tears stung her eyes.
“You have to say it or I cannot help you.” He glanced casually at Samson, who was watching Stella curiously. “Give it to me.”
“I give you my soul.”
“Good girl.” He laid his hands on her shoulders, but she couldn’t feel them. Her eyes looked deep into his. He drew closer, every inch slowing her breath.
His lips met hers, but she couldn’t feel the flesh of his kiss. All she could feel was a coldness spreading from the source and covering her body. It was an amazing feeling—tingling, like the taste of mint. She closed her eyes and took in his sinful kiss. His magic was healing her.
Her eyes shot open when she felt him pull away. They snapped to his, the man now standing. She could no longer feel any pain and quickly hopped to her feet. Reaching down to her stomach, her fingers wiggled playfully through the holes in her robe. There were no wounds, only the wet blood that stained the fabric remaining.
Now that she was fully conscious, she smelled it. That horrible, over powering stench of death. Covering her mouth, she coughed. Then, she vomited. It was a violent reaction, Stella holding her stomach, as she struggled to breathe.
The man laughed at her reaction but didn’t seem bothered by the stench. “Ahh…the boneyard.” He glanced at the mountains of bones that lay before him. “The welcome center of the Underworld. I forgot how weak you humans are. You cower at something so insignificant.”
December 11, 2015 | Categories: Story Excerpts, Uncategorized | Tags: angels, author, book, demon, devil, excerpt, fiction, new, paranormal romance, publishing, reading, relationships, romance, story, underworld, writers, writing | Leave a comment
I decided to updates in a fun, new way this month. So, check out my video update! I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!