October 5, 2011 • No Comments
I’m happy to announce that a brand new Dark Forgotten novella is now available for your electronic bookshelf.
I’ve not ventured far into the indie e-wilderness, so this is a new experience for me. Huge kudos to Michele Hauf and Lori Devoti for doing the technical heavy lifting—I cannot claim to have done more than stand by with a writerly air and offer occasional applause.
Yes, I’m lucky to be making this foray in excellent company and, after reading the other entries in the volume, I can guarantee a varied and exciting tour of the vampire PNR genre. No two of these stories are the same! From very dark to highly original to scorching hot, there’s something for every mood:
ENEMY EMBRACE by Patti O’Shea
Nicole Ruiz is a psi tracker, an elite vampire hunter who can shadow her quarry anywhere. Daktan is an executioner assigned by the demon king to eliminate a rogue vampire who’s killing humans. Demons might be as much her enemy as the vampires, but Nicole discovers the rogue is stronger than she expected…
ONE SOUL TO SHARE by Lori Devoti
Mermaid, Sarina Neri, is desperate to regain her sister’s soul. The sea spirit who has it wants a man who can survive in her realm, underwater, in exchange. Fortunately, Sarina has found such a man, vampire Nolan Moore. Unfortunately, Nolan wants the soul for himself.
CRUEL ENCHANTMENT by Michele Hauf
While investigating the vicious werewolf blood games, vampire Revin Parker struggles with his attraction to the faery informant, Sabrina Kriss. Six months earlier she cursed him with an addiction to faery dust. Can they risk the desire that demands they fall in love with the one who could become their worst nightmare?
HIDDEN by Sharon Ashwood
Rafe returns to the Devries werewolf pack to rescue his people from a scheming fey beauty. Pitting his will against her wits, he plans to seduce his way free of the ice queen’s trap. But surrender means death for the fey, and little does Rafe know that he’s gambling with more than hearts… 😉
In retrospect, this book is an ideal place for Hidden. The story does not fit into the usual Dark Forgotten canon, although Darak from Frostbound puts in an appearance. It doesn’t take place in Fairview. It’s a snapshot of another community in the foothills of the Rockies (an all-werewolf ranching community) with characters I couldn’t fit into one of my usual books.
However, it is one of my stories so you’ll see a very mismatched couple trying to figure each other out under extremely bizarre conditions. Eventually sparks ignite in a good way, but only after severe property damage. Did I mention it was one of my books? I looked back and I’m not sure any of my romances go by without at least one major structure either burning down, blowing up, or getting eaten by demons. But there is sex, so not all the explosions require full body armour.
Hope you enjoy!
September 28, 2011 • No Comments
One of the unfortunate truths about being an author is that one has far less time to read. Crazy, yes? Happily, I’ve discovered that one way I can get my “reading” done is through audiobooks. I’ve always got one or more on the go for walking to and from work, the gym, and while doing housework. It’s one of the few multitasking situations that actually work for me, and I get through at least twice as many books (probably more) than I otherwise could manage.
Here are a few I enjoyed during our S&S summer break:
Karen Marie Moning: Shadowfever (hardcover) And To Tame a Highland Warrior (audiobook) This pairing is especially interesting because everything about these books is so different. The writing style at the end of the Fae series is sharp, short, and almost dry—perfect for the development of the heroine. The Highlander book is just the opposite, and it’s equally perfect. Moning really is a writer for all occasions.
Jeaniene Frost Halfway to the Grave (paperback) This was a reread. I enjoyed it the first time around and maybe even more the second. I have no idea whether anyone else thinks this, but to me her vampire hero, Bones, bears a marked resemblance to Spike in Buffy. Let’s just say you don’t hear me complaining.
Christopher Moore Practical Demonkeeping (audiobook) If you haven’t read Moore and like things slightly weird, he’s a treat. I go for a fix whenever I start taking life a bit too seriously. But don’t let him fool you – there’s often a surprising amount of human truth at the bottom of his bizarre episodes.
Jes Battis A Flash of Hex (paperback) I love this series for a lot of reasons, but a big one is that it’s set in Vancouver and I recognize a lot of the landmarks. It’s also a cut above so many of the books that try to be paranormal police procedurals. The characters are quirky, the crimes icky, and the science imaginative. They’re the sort of books that make Sunday afternoons disappear.
George RR Martin A Game of Thrones (audiobook). What can I say? Pet wolves and swords with names. I’m a happy girl.
September 21, 2011 • No Comments
When you are a writer in the midst of a project, everything in the wide universe relates to writing. This past weekend I was left in charge of feeding my friend’s two cats. Yes, somehow I managed to make this all about my book because the Work In Progress, as every writer knows, is the very hub of the solar system.
One of these fluffy felines (they’re both built on the dandelion-puff model of fur styling) has the yowl of a sumo wrestler. She also has the fastidious food preferences of a dyspeptic restaurant reviewer. When presented with dinner, she either screeches like I’m attempting murder or turns her back with a sniff of disdain. Yes, thinks I, she’s just like certain individuals posting on book-related web sites. Nothing pleases.
To raise the stakes, my understanding this past Saturday was that the anti-food campaign had been going on for some time. “Great,” I say to myself. “It would just be my luck if Miss Mew keeled over on my watch, accusations of cruel starvation to follow.” I could see my future: All the other cats would be laughing behind their paws as I was carted off in manacles, branded as the Cruella de Ville for kitties.
And hence the gauntlet was thrown down. The wretched furball simply had to give in and eat before I strangled her.
If all else fails, there is bribery. I noted that the rattle of the treat bag perked her right up, so I did the only thing I could think of. I stuck a treat in her food dish, burying some of it beneath the squishy food so she had to eat her way down if she wanted to get it.
So I stuck another treat in, burying this one a little deeper.
And she ate her way down to this one, too, forgetting herself enough to have a few extra mouthfuls along the way. What seemed to happen, though, was that she easily lost track of what she was doing. Distracted, she’d forget to eat until I rattled the treats, bringing her back to the task at hand. Only as long as I was on the job, tempting her to the next mouthful, would she keep going. But, with us working together, she cleaned her dish for the first time in ages.
When I came back the next day, we carried on with the same routine, and she ate everything again. The secret was that she needed frequent incentives.
Which brings me back to the Work in Progress, as it relates to a bowl of cat food. “Eureka!” I think, jumping up and down. “We writers need to bury treats in every scene! That means action, sexual tension, hooks, story questions and all the thrills and spills we can dream up packed in there thick and fast. Riddle the prose with payoffs galore! Readers will eagerly consume everything in between!”
Which seems obvious now that I say it, but a brain beleaguered by the dreaded WIP is a little dim.
I just hope my prose smells better than raw fish.
August 5, 2011 • No Comments
Draft of Hidden: the Dark Forgotten
Definitely going to go over the expected word count, but this is normal for me. Once I’ve got everything on the table, I can and do trim. And really, there are only two scenes left to go.
August 1, 2011 • No Comments
Draft of Hidden: the Dark Forgotten
Spent much of the weekend on a thorough editing of everything up to this point. Not so many new words, but much better words now.
July 29, 2011 • 2 Comments
Draft of Hidden: the Dark Forgotten
Second try since I tossed the initial beginning. This is the horrible first draft stuff, but at least now there’s some decent starter dough.
July 13, 2011 • No Comments
Draft of Hidden: the Dark Forgotten
July 6, 2011 • 2 Comments
Last week I went to the Romance Writers of America conference in New York and was astonished, delighted, and bewildered to find myself the winner for 2011 of the RITA® award for paranormal romance. (Note this slightly blurry photo was taken after consuming the champagne in the glass next to the award)
It’s kind of like winning the Oscars in romance writing, except they give you a maximum of two minutes to make a fool of yourself in public. Hollywood could learn a few things from the rigorous management of the RWA’s ceremony.
1. My chair leg was sitting on my hem, and I nearly pulled off my swishy chiffon palazzo pants as I stood up. That would have been, um, memorable.
2. I was sufficiently convinced that I would not win that I failed to prepare any kind of speech. Thankfully, I know very well to whom I am grateful.
1. My chapter mates were there to help me celebrate.
2. I got a cool piece of shiny gold hardware.
3. With any luck, the win will inspire some new people to take a chance on The Dark Forgotten series.
It was the cherry on top of a wonderful week. This is the view from the hotel window, right in Times Square. I’d never been to NYC before, and I have to say the city treated me very well. I did a little conference-going and a lot more sight-seeing. There wasn’t enough time to do more than taste the Big Apple, but it was enough to make me a fan.
June 29, 2011 • No Comments
For those looking for some fun summer reading, here’s some recent reads that I’m giving my personal stamp of approval:
The Bunnicula Collection by Deborah and James Howe
I encountered this 25th anniversary edition as an audio book read by Victor Garber. It contains three short novellas: Bunnicula: a Rabbit Tale of Mystery, Howliday Inn, and The Celery Stalks at Midnight. These stories are told from the point of view of Harold, the family dog. Other characters include Chester, the well-read, haughty, and over-imaginative tabby and the family rabbit who quite possibly is one of the evil undead. Blanched zombie vegetables are also a sinister feature. The phrase I keep coming back to in describing these tales is simply charming. They’re loopy, smart, and light-hearted–great for kids and adults.
The Greyfriar by Clay and Susan Griffith
The best I can do to describe this book is dystopic steampunk alternate history with vampires and magic. I was hooked. There’s a streak of romance that’s touching and surprising. The authors have created fabulous characters for this adventure, and I’ll certainly be reading the next instalment. Highly recommended for readers tired of the same old vampires.
Phoenix Rising by Pip Ballantine and Tee Morris
Steampunk again, but this time set in nineteenth-century London’s Ministry for Peculiar Occurrences. The protagonists are archivist Wellington Books and his slightly off-the-rails partner, Eliza Braun. From the cover, I was expecting a frenetic romp, and it does make me grin as I read. But, I’m about halfway through and there’s a solid plot in amongst the magical artefacts hidden in the Ministry’s underground library. As well as being fun, this book has an entertaining cast and a cold case mystery to solve.
June 22, 2011 • No Comments
As I write this, it’s the first day of summer. The warm weather has been dragging its heels to arrive here. This is the first week I’ve actually worn a light coat, and only the second day I’ve worn sandals. I look at the calendar and think someone’s playing tricks.
I mention this, not just because complaining about the weather is a favourite occupation in the Pacific Northwest, but to illustrate how slippery is that beast called time. Although we have devices to measure microseconds, time remains perceptual. There’s always either more or less of it than we think. We try to kill it. It slips away. It’s always hang heavy on our hands until … well, it runs out, doesn’t it? Then one wonders where it went, and whether it was wasted.
The effect is magnified by creative endeavours. I am great at promising things that will occur in a misty future only to find the deadline is breathing down my neck. Due dates have a way of making the future accordion into a frightening present. When I am in the zone and doing great work, time zooms by unnoticed. I’ve come out of a white heat of writing only to notice that I’ve lost a whole day.
Maybe that’s why I’ve always been fascinated by timepieces. Apparently, they’re magical machinery quite beyond my control. And, they’re thematically appropriate to the turning of the year, when I tend to get a bit philosophical anyway.
In my constant battle to tame the fleeting hours, I have learned this much: If there is something I want to accomplish, waiting for circumstances to be right doesn’t work. I hesitate, time flies, and I’m no further ahead. Even if I never reach my goal, moving toward it puts me on a better path. It’s like the universe waits to see if I’ll commit before coming on board. That’s when happy “timing” might occur—after I’ve done 95% of the work.
Think of it this way: It’s the first day of summer and the start of a new season. The wheel is turning, but toward what? Where do you want to be on the first day of winter? Even if you know you can’t be there, can you be closer? What do you need to do to make it happen? What are you willing to put on the line?
If you want to do something, don’t wait. The sands of time are running through the glass. Be brilliant, brave and take no prisoners.