Lost in the Shadows

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Published December 16, 2013 by administrator

Yeah, I’m not very witty these days. I blame the holidays for that.

I know, I know… I’ve been completely silent for the last two months, so why show up now?

Because I actually have things to say! We’re going to start with the news that I have, in fact, finished Armageddon Rising. The first novel in the Soul Collectors series is complete! I’m editing it one last time before I ship it off to Seventh Star Press so the fun can begin. Then I get to sit back and wait for the real edits to roll in. This will be a grand old time, won’t it? I’m just glad to have the beast finished. The last three months have been huge fun with that, by the way. This is officially the fastest I’ve ever written a novel, and I’m happy to see it done.

OH! OH! OH! I’m on the radio!

Well, sort of. A few SSP cohorts and I have lovingly dubbed ourselves The Star Chamber, and we have started up a blog talk radio show. Episode 4 is due to air this Wednesday night at 9:00 PM EST. Be sure to pop in and download the first three episodes here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/starchambershow

I suppose once I turn this book in, it’ll be time to let Siobhan loose again. She’s been chomping at the bit to write a few stories, so I need to appease her before she seizes control and really does some damage. Speaking of Siobhan…

Any of you out there like schmoopy holiday romance? You do??? Well why don’t you just head on over to Amazon and pick up a copy of the All Romance eBooks bestseller Under the Mistletoe? Siobhan wrote it (yes, for those of you just tuning in, I share a brain with Siobhan Kinkade). Once you buy it, send me an email and tell me the next to last word of the story, and I’ll give you your very own copy of Lost in the Shadows, absolutely free!

Tune in Wednesday! Another episode of 20 Questions will be rolling out, this time with the author of the coming of age Steampunk fantasy novel, The Kingdom of Vosh.

Also, you lovely little creeps may want to be on the lookout for some fun new fiction from yours truly at the first of the year. I’m putting the finishing touches on a new project that should debut in the next two months. I’m not sharing any details yet other than this: It’ll be on Amazon, and it’ll be cheap. And it’ll be good.

Trust me on that. I would know. I wrote it.

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SHAMELESS PROMOTION!

Published August 15, 2013 by administrator

Because I am, as the title of this post says, completely shameless.

Lost in the Shadows is officially available in paperback through Amazon, and I’d love it if everyone in the world went out and bought a copy, because it would mean that I might actually be able to pay my bills this month. YES, I AM THAT SHAMELESS. I WILL GUILT YOU INTO BUYING ONE.

Ahem…not really. But it’s worth a try, right?

Truth is, I’m ridiculously proud of this book, and I know Selah is too. It’s our first step toward taking over the world. If you’re wondering which of us is Pinky and which is The Brain, you’d best go ask someone else, because neither of us knows. I think we swap roles on a daily basis.

NARF.

Yeah, I’m going to stop talking now.  How about another teaser? I’ve got over twenty stories in the book, so I might as well use them to the fullest extent of my ability.

 

Lost in the Shadows

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Downing Street

From the front it appeared no different than any other house on the 200-block of Downing Street – a well-kept two story monument standing as a proud testament to pre-1900’s architecture. Festive decorations adorned the front porch while spooky blow-up caricatures lined the steps like undead marching soldiers. Even a pumpkin graced the front lawn, hiding inside it a peeping Frankenstein. Orange and black lights blinked along the trim of the wide porch day and night without fail. Hidden in the front hedges was a motion sensor that exuded an eerie laugh each time someone passed by. Many people paused to gaze at the spectacle. Some took pictures, but nobody ever stopped. Just because it was six days after Halloween with no change in scenery didn’t mean the still-standing decorations were that unusual.

No, it just meant that the owners of the house were dead.

If the passersby were to look closely they would have noticed that the broken door jamb was real, and that the dark trail marring the bright-white boards of the steps was blood, and it led across the threshold. If they were to push open the ruined door they would notice other things out of place – a broken crystal goblet and an overturned bottle of scotch to start. The trail would continue through the house into the kitchen where a once-beautiful blonde woman lay, face up in a pool of blood that had long-since oozed from the angry gash across her throat. From there bloody footprints would lead upstairs where her husband lay sprawled on the landing, almost completely disemboweled. Intestines would be strung along the banister much like the lights out front. His eyes would still be open, staring sightlessly ahead.

But nobody would witness these gruesome sights, because nobody paid attention. Nobody would stop to see what was wrong. Nobody would care.

At least, not until Christmas.

Lost in the Shadows Cover Reveal!

Published July 18, 2013 by administrator

I know I’ve been quiet, but it’s for a really good reason. I’ve been busy. Well, Selah and I have. We’ve been scrambling to put together this super-secret collection of short stuff to share with the world. It’s an experiment and an adventure. We’re self-publishing this puppy, so it has been a lot of work. We’ve argued over cover art and finagled formatting and as of last night, sent it on its merry way to CreateSpace. When it’s available for purchase, you guys will be the first to know.

So, without further ado, here’s our precioussssssssss new cover:

 

Lost in the Shadows Cover

Ain’t it gorgeous? I think so anyway.  It’s 300 pages of speculative goodness for your reading pleasure in paperback and eBook! Come on, Creeps…you know you want a copy.

And while we’re here, how about a Teaser? I’ll share one of my more interesting pieces with the world. This one is included in the book

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My love is my vengeance.

I only hope he knew that when he looked at me that last time.  I never expected my love to go quite so asunder, and when he came home covered in blood, the skin on his neck flayed open like the wings of a bloody vulture, I knew there was no going back.

Having spent the last ten years as a zombie hunter, when I left my home, I always tried to warn him that he could not follow.  He had no right, and he knew it.  Still, my beloved Charles did not understand my reluctant profession, as incidental as it may be, nor could he trust that which he feared.   He had to see for himself the very thing that would ultimately bring an end to our union.  Had I known he had crept along to watch, I would not have been out so long.  I would not have been forced to face my ultimate fear.

****

It was late when I opened the door that led into the darkened, silent kitchen.  The house was empty again.  With a sigh I removed my boots, poured a glass of tea, and returned to the porch, hoping Charles would avoid trouble and come home safely.

Hours passed in silence, ticking slowly away while the anticipation at the back of my mind grew.  I needed to go find him.  He was never gone so long without calling.  With each second that ticked past, the rapid beat of my heart increased.

When something in the bushes next to me moved, the nervous energy inside me exploded and I found myself on alert, crouched close to the warped floorboards with weapons in hand.

I anticipated my nemesis, but prayed for a small animal.  What greeted me was not either lost scavenger, but my Charles, his mouth unhinged, wrenched open in a perpetual, silent scream, his throat reduced to ragged meat-on-bone at the hands of some unknown undead.

     His skin had already begun to pale and wither. The humanity was gone from his eyes, following the life that had been pushed out by the infectious bite.  This thing was no longer a man, no longer my lover. He had become a demon.

Charles finally understood my burden, too late though it may have been.  Dead hands reached for me, his eyes avoiding mine. Aslow, bloody slobber started at the corner of his mouth, leaving a pink stain on his blue-hued skin and turning to a puddle on his torn t-shirt.

     When the thing did look at me, it paused and a glimmer of Charles came back to its eyes.  It hesitated as I backed away.  My machete was still clutched in my right hand, drawn of its own accord; a natural reaction to the sight before me.

     I knew not to hesitate even as I did it.  It would have meant my ruin as well, had this not been a familiar monster.  His focus was quivering, death struggling to overcome the last shreds of humanity, and soon he would strike. Charles was leaving forever.

     “Forgive me, my love,” I begged tearfully and raised the weapon.  The sharpened blade severed bone and nerve easily, and the body collapsed, the brain separated from the nervous system.  The limbs twitched as if they were attached to electrodes, and those beautiful, haunted, dead eyes stared up at me while I struggled to reconcile the destruction with the murder of my husband.

I would never again hear his laugh, or feel his hands along my spine.  I would have to live with the memories of his warmth next to me in our bed, and the gentle patience he exuded when listening to my constant complaints about my thankless job.  And I would always remember that it was I who stole his life, who ended his existence.

 ****

 His blood still stains my hands, and his head lies at my feet.  I fall to my knees, tears streaming from my eyes with the grief of my own loss.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice a disembodied sound as I lift the head from its place in the dirt and press my lips to his.  The skin is cold and stiff, and the smell of death rises from the stilled, black blood dripping from its neck. The body twitches one last time and is still.  I can feel my heart breaking in two as I lay the decapitated head in the dirt and with my fingertips close the eyes I love so much.  My lover is dead.

Enough, I tell myself as I rise and walk away.  There is no room for sorrow in my life.  The time for mourning will come with the rise of the sun, and only then will I be allowed to begin the healing process.  My life is not over.  My job is unfinished.  Right now, I still have work to do, and I need to find a shovel before dawn.

Where I Am & Where I’ll Be

Published July 12, 2013 by administrator

Mornin’ Creeps.

It’s been a bit, hasn’t it? As you out there in this digital wonderland might be able to imagine, the closing of my premier publisher has thrown me for a bit of a loop. It was, in a word, frustrating. But it’s perfectly okay… I’m picking up and moving forward, and I’m not going to let it stop me.

I’ve still got a few things alive and kicking, and as long as my name is out in the world, y’all won’t be getting rid of me so easily.

Tomorrow, for example.

I’ll be at the Barnes & Noble at Forest Acres in Columbia, SC for a book signing. Yep, little old me at a real, old-fashioned book signing with tables and pens and real books and everything! In a bookstore no less! Surprised? Yeah. Tell me about it. I’m so giddy I’m about to come out of this chair!

Oh, I should probably give you the details. It’s for this book:

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I’ll be there with John Hartness, James Tuck, Jay Requard, Eden Royce, Darin Kennedy, and a host of other contributors to sign copies, talk about the book, and be my usual charming half-redneck self. Come on down! It’ll be a blast.

We’ll be here tomorrow (7/13) from 4:00-6:00 PM:

Barnes & Noble – Midtown at Forest Acres

Richland Fashion Mall

3400 Forest Drive

Columbia, SC 29204

So yeah, y’all should come see me!

I’m also going to be at Fandom Fest in Louisville, Kentucky at the end of the month. Panel schedules aren’t quite complete yet, but you should definitely come check that out as well. It’s going to be a massive ordeal this year. We’ve got Stan Lee, William Shatner, Gene Simmons, and a host of others waiting in the wings from all those popular things like Torchwood, The Walking Dead, and Firefly.  My inner fangirl is about to lose her mind.

More details next week. And now that we’re past the blatant cries for attention and affection portion of this post…

Just a few housekeeping things and I’ll let you get back to your regularly scheduled day:

1. Thunder on the Battlefield – just saw the cover art and it is freaking amazing. I want to blow it up and lay it on the floor and roll around on it.

2. Haunted – Has a new home with Mocha Memoirs Press. Bobby and his demons shall return shortly, folks.

3. I’m still in the running for a spot in Scott Sandridge’s Heroes’ Best Friend anthology too! Miko, my talking feline detective, made it past the first round and may yet have a home after all this time!

4. The Soul Collectors: Still no word from the Seventh Star crew. Devil’s Daughter is part of that, so with the dissolution of NBP, Lydia is homeless for the time being. Don’t worry, kids…she’ll be just fine. She’s got the Devil in her corner, after all.

5. Lost in the Shadows: Remember me talking about a project between Selah Janel and myself? Well, this is it, kids. We’ve put together a collection of about forty short stories from all walks of literary life. We’re talking fantasy, fairies, horror, sci-fi, and all those weird, formless and in-between things. It started as a small project where we were going to self-publish some of the short stuff left over from NBP, and then it grew. We realized we had all this stuff neither of us would likely find homes for, and it’s unusual and interesting and… well, we’re looking at a full-blown book. We’re over 65,000 words and 200 pages at this point and I’m still formatting.  The cover art is complete and we’re down to the compilation wire. If I could just get her to quit writing stories that I feel compelled to respond to, we might actually have a book to give you. We’re coordinating cover reveals and release dates for both eBook and print, so keep an eye out.

So that’s where I am. I toldja I was busy, Margaret!