I am so excited for today!!
It's release day for Queen of Swords- the first book in my Banished Gods series. After working on this series for almost three years, I am so happy that bookone is going to find its way to readers. Here is a short excerpt:The way Morgane saw it, she and Loki had only known each other a few days. It wasn’t like they were joined at the hip, for chrissakes. Which was why, she decided, she was going to tell him everything. Right after she went to the Underworld and did what she meant to accomplish. Like they said, better to ask forgiveness than permission, right? By the time she jogged into Odin’s throne room, Morgane figured she was about three hours late. The doors flew open before her. “Sorry, sorry, here I am. Better late than never. Ready to go.” The words were barely out of her mouth when the room went whirling around her, and the drawling, bored voice of Odin floated from somewhere far away. “About time, you’d think I’m running a country club. Have a nice trip. And remember who you’re bringing home with you. If you can’t find him, don’t bother coming back.” The whirling, spinning, dropping sensation didn’t stop for a long time. Finally, she hit something hard, and the pressure of a cold, wet surface punched her in the face. Water dripped from her hair, adding to the disorientation when she sat up in complete darkness, pushing tangled strands away from her face. Blackness rippled around her, the sort of shadowy dark that sucks every thought straight out of you. Like why she had agreed to come here in the first place. And how she was totally ready to take on this world. No, this was the kind of blackness that absorbed you until you disappeared. Tucking her knees into her chest, she felt her ribcage expand against her thighs. Contract back down. Felt the warmth of every breath dissipate into the icy, depthless emptiness around her. If it wasn’t for the cold, hard floor underneath her ass, she would have thought she was floating. But she was somewhere. And she was sitting in water. And her ass was freezing. Her skin goose bumped underneath the thin t-shirt. Wet meant water. Cold meant weather. The idea loosened the tightness in her chest. And breathing meant she was still alive. Or at least, she hoped it did. Squeezing her eyes tight, she imagined two faces. Holding those images as a shield against the dark, she rose to her feet. The sound of rushing water drew her to the right. With the roar of it thrumming in her ears, she kept walking until mist coated her face, and continued following a far-away glow. Light was good. Not caring what it might reveal, she hurried forward, thinking anything would be better than this soul-sucking darkness. By the time she reached the bridge spanning the river, things were quite…misty. Odin had told her exactly what to do to make it across. Once she managed that, she knew exactly how far to reach Hel’s gates. But after that? It was anyone’s guess. Total crapshoot. Which was why she was going to wing it. The person, which was a charitable term, guarding the bridge held out a huge, stubby hand to stop her. She stopped. Waited. Ask me, ask me the question. Out of its grotesque mouth, the words twisted and warped, “You have but one wish before you cross over. What is it you want?” Morgane considered. Told him. It. And then palmed the thin sliver of metal that appeared in her hand, frowning. Wondering if Odin could have been wrong. Wondering how she could have been so stupid to trust him, before slipping it into her pocket and waiting for the go ahead to cross. “Um, I was supposed to receive a powerful, magic dagger? Isn’t this supposed to be big and fancy or something?” The thing guarding the bridge stared down at her from dark, empty eyes. She swallowed hard. She’d never once considered not making it over the bridge. This was supposed to be the easy part. The in-the-bag part of this whole plan. Finally, the…thing stepped aside and gestured down the long span of bridge. She didn’t need any more encouragement than that. Hours later, standing before impressive, slightly grimy gates, Morgane didn’t bother to look at the blackened, ruined landscape behind her. No reason to lift her head and smell the bite of sulfur in the air, taste the grit of dust between her lips, the searing ache of brimstone in her lungs. She didn’t want to remember any of it, ever again. The only thing that mattered was she’d made it across. And what remained to be done. The doors swung inward on silent hinges, revealing a gaping maw of darkness and flickering torchlight. What is it with these immortal beings and their penchant for the dramatic? “Ah, Odin kept his word. I’d wondered.” When Morgane saw Hel standing between the giant doors, looking all Project Runway and shit in a long, black silky dress and lots of bling, she knew she was in way over her head. Morgane pushed down her rising fear, but her voice, thankfully, didn’t shake as much as it might have. “Came out to welcome me personally? I’m honored, I think.” “As well you should be. I’ve been waiting for hours and hours. I thought Odin and I made a deal.” "He said nightfall, and here I am.” Morgane surveyed Hel’s to-die-for Blahnik stilettos and heavy, diamond hoops that matched the silky dress perfectly. Which meant the Queen of the Dead didn’t spend all of her time stuck down here. “Nice outfit.” “You’d be surprised how often I get out,” Hel replied, stroking manicured nails through her hair. “Nothing you’ll have to worry about from now on. Any-hoo, time’s a wasting. Why don’t you come on in?” Hel waved Morgane inside, her arm swooping down in a flourish befitting a Barnum ringmaster. With the sounds of a million claws scraping the stone beneath her, and the rustling of millions more behind the stone walls, Morgane had only one thing on her mind. Finding the soul Odin wanted and getting them all back up to where they belonged. Want to read more? Available now at these retailers: Amazon Nook B&N Kobo Apple/IBooks D2D Scribd
I've spent way more time than I'd like to admit obsessing over what to do this year. Trying to fit in solid, productive writing time, plus working full time (gotta pay those bills) leaves little time for the fun stuff associated with writing- aka, the reading part of it. My plan this year was to attend some author events, just to see how the big girls do it, and had several on my schedule. My two favorite authors- Karen Marie Moning and J. R. Ward both had big books coming out this spring, and both (somehow) managed to have signings close enough to me that I could work in a day trip for each. So I decided to trade a big event - the 2018 RAGT (Reader Author Get Together) - for two smaller, more intimate signings. I'd been to the last 4 or 5 J. R. Ward signings, but had never met Karen, and was really looking forward to it. So last weekend we headed to Cincinnati. Wow, was I impressed. Both with the event itself and with Karen. What a class act. She'd had her big Dublin signing the weekend before and even though she'd picked up a bug, she was incredibly gracious and sweet. Interacting with people for six or seven hours is not easy, especially when you're not feeling your best, and it ended up turning into a long day. So here are my takeaways: Hands down the best book cover of the past 12 months I'm about halfway through (trying to finish 3 other books for book club meetings this week and it's actually killing me to know its there and I don't have time to read it) and so far I am, as always, blown away. Both by her writing style and her story structure. Incredibly complex and character driven. She talked a lot about emotional currency, and this book has it in spades. She held the event at Newport on the Levee (KY), which is across the river from Cinci, I snapped a sweet shot of the city: As some kind of bonus, it was 56 degrees that afternoon and we sat in the sun for about a half an hour while we waited, first sun I've seen in almost three months. Ohio is a cruel state in the winter, I kid you not. All that being said, this was more what I expected when I think of a traditional book signing. Interaction with your readers, a long, detailed Q&A, focusing on the current book, past books and future WIP's. It was refreshing to hear that she struggles with so many of the same writer problems, time management issues and general issues with plotting and character development we all do. I wanted to scream "YES" several times during her talk. I resisted the temptation. Plus, I think I must buy a hat. -LA If you have never read Karen's work, she had two distinct lines, one is the Highlander series (paranormal romance), the other is the Fever Series (urban fantasy). I'd recommend both!!
I'll be having my final book signing for Shadows of Ghosts this coming Saturday, January 27th from 1:00-3:00 at the Learned Owl Bookstore in Hudson, Ohio. These last couple months have flown by so fast- I know when I scheduled this it seemed so far away! A big thanks to all of my readers and supporters who have made this journey the wonderful trip that it's been! I couldn't have done any of this without you!!! I just sent in the MS for Reflections of Your Heart, book 2, to my editor at the beginning of this month, and finished the first draft of book 3 last week, tentatively titled Echoes of Time (although that will most likely change). But maybe not, I kind of like it. That will sit for a month while I work on another project, and then I'll pick it up again in March and edit with fresh eyes. If you are in the area this Saturday afternoon, and have a minute, stop by and check out this sweet bookstore, one of the few independent book stores left in our area. Here are a few pics and a link: The Learned Owl Bookstore (more…)