Wednesday, 22 October 2014

What’s Doing

I’m stressing, I worked myself up to my utter most point and collapsed, which in me is when I forget about the word for a long time. This time it took a little over a week and the Campus Cravings series by Carol Lynne. So, I’m starting my week with itch fingers, and a need to get things done.
The first is Running Scared. I’m petrified of this one not getting out before the end of the month. Mostly because I just haven’t heard anything about it. That isn’t saying it’s not happening, and really I still have another couple of weeks before the deadline, and really, when we head into next week and I still haven’t heard anything then I can panic.
Second is that I’m going to finish writing Moonlit Wolves 7. Yeah, I know, said so before, but this is another one that’s been on my mind for a long time. And let’s face it, at 18K done, I’ve got at a min 6K to go, so, a link up 1K and 5K finish, easy – you know, except bringing this relationship into something believable and at the moment we are just at the beginning.
it’s not really that simple, and it’s not complicated because it’s not like I ever really see a relationship out, so this will be like that, a HFN ending with the knowledge that things will last forever, because I’m saying they will, lol
Still, I want this series arc done. I want to start thinking about the larger arc, what I want the end goal to be. And well, how I’m going to get us all there.
Anyway, we’re all over this by now. I’m hoping to actually finish this book before the end of the month, but please don’t hold me on that, it’s not like I’m good at keeping them.

And lastly. I’m excitedly, nervously, waiting for an author lunch that AB Gayle is organising. It happened from me wishing her a happy b’day and turned into, a last count, 6 of us Sydney siders getting together for lunch, which is awesome. I’m not sure when exactly its happening, but I believe it’s going to be on the 3rd of November. 
So yeah, I was nervous as hell meeting Penny Brandon, it’s even worse with the rest of them added, lol, but I can’t wait!!
And lastly, don’t forget my giveaway, it’s still lots of time, but that doesn’t mean you can’t get in early, who knows maybe you’ll forget later and miss out on the prize
And LASTLY, ‘cause we can’t forget this, I’m having a giveaway, look it up here, enter, and go in for a 1 in 3 chance to win something from me

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Cover Beauty #9

Art sells the book; it’s the first thing we see, and some we’ll buy just from appeal.

“I don’t own this one, I found it on a recommendation shelf in GR, and am trying to find the the book to buy it in this cover, though I’m not sure I can anymore. Which sucks, there’s just something in this cover that’s pulling me in”
Artist N/A
Gives Light by Rose Christo

Monday, 20 October 2014

Horror Releases

Here’s the deal, I have come to a decision I’m going to be releasing them individually except through Amazon, you’ll have to buy them as a bundle there.

Reason: well, it’s irritating trying to release a free read through Amazon, and I just don’t want to have to do that for a 2k book that I had originally planned to sell together (this may change as I have a wait and I’m going backwards and forwards with my decision).

Now, let’s actually tell you what these two books are, since I’ve been quite closed lipped about the whole thing.

Neither of the following books holds any form of romance; though please don’t hold that against them, there quick, you won’t even notice  

Running Scared is about a guy running away from, a person who had killed his family. He ends up in a hotel his family use to own, and things get worse. It’s fast, and it’s short, only 6.8K, and it’s about one night.

Its starts like this:

Mum was always the one to walk into the closet to make sure the monsters were all gone each night before I went to bed.
She was the one who told me it was okay to fear. She made sure I was always safe when she was around, and if she couldn’t be, she’d give me something to take her place.
It was a stuffed rabbit. By the time I could remember owning it, I’d held the rabbit for nearly five years. It’s actually one of my oldest memories.
The rabbit, which apparently was a nice baby yellow, when brand new, had turned a greyish colour, but I was more than sure that was years later than my first memory of it. As it stood now, me at the tender age of twenty-two it only had one ear, long and paper-thin, crusty from years of being chewed, the other a replacement ear from a bear. The stuffing was those little beads, settled in the arse and its toes. However, one of those had seen better days.
I remember this because I wanted to be clutching my rabbit now. I wanted my fingers around the head, suffocating poor Scratchy as the butt snuggled into my armpit.
Screams pierced at my ears—my mothers, my sisters, yelling for the pain to stop, for everything to stop! Panicked, I try to run away, to turn invisible as I slowly back out of the room. Tears ran down my cheeks. I want nothing more than to run to them, to get him to stop.

This story had me so excited when I thought it up. Though it became so much better when I had a long chat with my sister, about the whole thing, and then when I started, and the backstory came into play…man I loved it even more. Yet I struggled, mostly with the fact that it just wasn’t turning out the way I hoped it would have, and I believe that was because I wasn’t thinking about it as the character in the story, but as someone so far removed.

It’s turned into a metal health short story, which I love even more. I like the fact that’s it’s a bit of a dramatized story that could help people feel better about themselves for the thoughts inside their heads.

Running Scared

You always say you’d stand and fight, but when you witness the death of your loved ones, are you sure your feet won’t take off and lead you on a merry-go-round?

Witnessing the murder of my family had me on the run. I didn’t know where I was going, or why I was left standing, but that didn’t stop my flight instinct from kicking in. I ran, screaming, but he found me, and now I’m trapped in a hotel with a madman. What does he want from me and am I going to survive long enough to find out?

Hunted is a 2K story that’s about a person running through the woods trying to get away from a serial killer.

It starts like this:

“Come on, sugar, it ain’t gonna hurt for long.” The greasy voice sounds like a hatchling of spiders crawling up your body. “Sooner or later, ya know I’m gonna find ya.”
Shhh—the only thought inside your head, but your mind races.
Your breath is too loud. This isn’t good. So loud and fierce the puffs saturate the air.
You can’t let him get you! You’ve already gotten this far. You have to get further!
The trees around you are loose but there are many, so many. You can’t see him. You can’t see anything but what’s right in front of you.
Can’t get caught!

I wrote this one the way up to a family holiday house in Ocean Shores, which like half hour north of Byron Bay. We were going through the sugar cane farms, before the by-pass went in, and for whatever reason we were talking about the Backpack Kill, who used a stretch of the highway we were traveling on as his hunting grounds.

I started this short on the drive, in 2011 and I didn’t go to sleep until I finished it, and being at it was a nearly 10 hour drive back then, it’s saying a lot, that too and we had two small children I had to settle first.

This story had been cleaned up a bit, but it’s meant to, have a feeling, of you, yourself, running through the woods, which is why I wrote it the way I did.

There’s only really one thing you can do when you escape from a madman, its run.
You just gotta hope he doesn’t catch up to you!
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Sunday, 19 October 2014

Saturday, 18 October 2014

#MySexySaturday (14)

Week 64 and we are all about the thrillers, the zombie apocalypses, the clowns peeking out of the overflow drainage grate.

Now I don’t have a thriller, even if my first Moonlit Wolves book was describes as “A thriller that turned into mating ritual” but I do have a horror story coming out sometime this month.

I know this isn’t a romance, but it’s only just over 6K, and much more about metal health than anything else, so please don’t push it aside just because it’s not got the emotions a romance holds, it does. That’s all this book is *smiles*

So, nothing sexy, but it’s the closest thing I have to thriller at the moment, so this is all I can give you.

She landed like, well, what you’d expect a person to look like when they’d fallen down the stairs. There wasn’t any blood. In all honesty, I stood there waiting for her to get up. Waiting for a moment when she’d roll over, and all would be well.
It didn’t happen.
Laughter had me looking at the top of the stairs but there wasn’t anyone there. I shook my head; I was hearing things. I puffed a nervous laugh before looking back towards the bottom, the girl. Maybe it didn’t actually happen. My head hurt like a bitch. Maybe it had all been a dream.
She was still there, only this time the guy was crouching over her, his fingers in her hair as he twisted it around. He looked up at me, and I nearly screamed; the only reason I didn’t was because I’d stopped breathing.
He laughed; it scraped against my brain, stabbed at my head, and had cold sweat building up along my spine.
Turning my back, I grabbed the rail and pulled myself up the stairs. I didn’t care where I was going, didn’t care that I was meant to find my room, somewhere to lock myself up in, to hide. I just wanted out. Just wanted away from him. Please let me get away from him. 

And onto the pimping and other random fact linked to this hop

Friday, 17 October 2014

Giveaway Time

It’s been awhile since I did a giveaway and I thought being as I’m having 3 new books published in as many weeks, that this was a perfect time.

The giveaway will go until the 30th of October, and has 3 chances of winning, it’s simple, rafflecopter giveaway and I honestly can’t think of anything to say, just have fun and I hope you find something interesting coming from me soon.

Here’s what’s coming out in the next couple of weeks
Love Without Knowing It (November 1)
Publish: 1st November 2014

When everything Paul had ever known turned upside down, suddenly he needs to man up and fight for the love he’s always feared.

Paul’s life was set. He had what he needed and what he was comfortable with. Then a night with one of his regular lovers pulls him into the drama of sickness, love, and death.
In the end, Paul needs to work a few things out first: Is he strong enough to fall in love with a man that may need more than he’s able to give, or will he fall into old habits and run when the relationship gets too complicated?


Running Scared
Publish: N/A – October 2014

You always say you’d stand and fight, but when you witness the death of your loved ones, are you sure your feet won’t take off and lead you on a merry-go-round?

Witnessing the murder of my family had me on the run. I didn’t know where I was going, or why I was left standing, but that didn’t stop my flight instinct from kicking in. I ran, screaming, but he found me, and now I’m trapped in a hotel with a madman. What does he want from me and am I going to survive long enough to find out?


Publish: N/A—October 2014 (free)

There’s only really one thing you can do when you escape from a madman, its run.
You just gotta hope he doesn’t catch up to you!

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Thursday, 16 October 2014

From the Backlist #7

The books that were forgotten in the rush of all things new, or just weren’t loved on as much as they should have been, these are our genre’s backlist, maybe you’ll find something old to love like it’s new

When Souls Collide by NJ Nielsen
(Lancaster’s Way #1)
First Published 15th of June 2012 by MLRPress
Contemporary LGBT Romance

Tossed off the Golden Spur with nothing but the clothes he was wearing and his newborn son. Riley Stuart contemplates his life. He gave up everything he knew to come halfway around the world to find things don’t always work out like you planned. On her deathbed his wife outs him to her family – her very bigoted family.

Noah Johnson finds a naked man and infant in his barn. What are they doing there, and where did they come from? In the course of helping Riley get back on his feet somewhere along the way he felt their souls collide.

This couldn't be happening, not now. Andrew was screaming filth and hatred beside him while Kai was crying in the backseat. His life wasn't meant to be this way. Riley had come halfway around the world to be with a girl whom he didn't even love, just because she needed his help. His family had thought he was nuts when he told them he was going to marry his friend Karen and raise a child who wasn't his, but sadly, in one heartbeat, a stupid tree had taken it all away from him.
Karen's family, who had looked down on him from the very start and had never shown an ounce of love to Karen's son, was now kicking them both to the curb. It was Andrew who had been given the honor of taking him and "the brat," as the Goldings referred to Kai, off the family property. Karen's brother was supposed to be his best friend. Promises of help were tossed aside the moment Karen had set him free to find his heart. She had, in her pain, unwittingly outed him to her whole family — her very bigoted and extremely racist family; they were nothing like the wonderful family he had left behind in Australia. He had been here for a grand total of six months, two weeks and three days, and now he was tossed aside like yesterday's rubbish.
The day after his new wife passed away, Riley and Kai left their lives and their home on the Golden Spur with the strict instructions never to show either of their faces there again, or the law would be called.
"I don't understand." Tears prickled behind his eyes as Andrew leaned across him and opened up the door. "I thought you were going to help us? Kai is your nephew for crying out loud."
"And I thought you were straight – not some perverted, sick freak," Andrew spat back. "Just get the fuck out of my car."
"But it's raining; Kai will get sick," Riley said helplessly. Andrew had been his one friend since moving to this damn country. Friendships didn't mean shit if you couldn't count on the person when needed. He could see now that he had been played for a fool, though sadly he thought Karen had loved him in her own way; she just wasn't ready to be a momma. He should have stayed in Australia like his family had wanted, but if he had, then what would have happened to Kai?
Deep down Riley knew they would still have given the infant away like he was a total stranger and then gone on with their lives without giving the baby a second thought. They had hated the fact that Kai wasn't white; his daddy must have been of Asian descent as Kai's eyes were almond shaped, and his skin was a beautiful mocha color. Even though he wasn't Kai's biological father, he loved him as if he were. He hated how Andrew's yelling was distressing his son so much.
"Do I look like I give a fuck? Just get the fuck out of my car, and take that screaming kid with you. If I never have to look at either of you again, it will be too soon. That kid is not a Golding! He never has been; he has your name and is now your responsibility. The only good thing my fucked-up sister ever did was have you adopt her bastard."
Knowing there was no use in arguing any longer, Riley took off his coat and tossed it into the backseat with Kai. Getting out of the car he unbuckled the car seat and covered it with his coat. It wouldn't keep the infant dry, but it was better than nothing. The door had barely closed when Andrew pulled away in a squeal of tires and headed back the way they had come. At least walking in the rain washed away his tears.
Fear filled him as he realized just how destitute they really were. The Goldings hadn't even let him take any of the baby's things, so they had no bottles, no formula, no diapers; all he had was the fifty-seven dollars and a bit of loose change that were in his wallet. He was dreading having to ring home and ask his family for help. There would be so many saying "I told you so" that he just couldn't handle right now. Tomorrow would be the day he would get his brain actually to function enough to try and sort out the mess he now found himself in. Tonight he just needed to find shelter. Riley needed to get himself and the baby out of the rain before they both caught pneumonia. It was freezing, so getting sick was a real possibility.
Hours had passed, and his feet were aching. He couldn't stop shivering as he finally came across another road. Riley hoped it led to another property; in the six months he had lived with the Goldings, he had never once left their ranch. He had worked right alongside Karen's family. Truth be told, he had worked harder than they did all because he thought he needed to prove himself, to show the Goldings he was capable of doing everything they did, and still they'd treated him like shit. Free labor was all he would ever be to them. Riley had hated having to ask the family for anything, because whenever he did, he was made to feel as though he was asking for the most expensive thing in the world. The only good thing about it was that he was forced to give up smoking. His lungs thanked him for it.
Dawn was almost breaking by the time Riley neared an actual homestead. With relief he sent up a prayer of thanks to the big man in the sky. Lights were on in the main house, so he stuck to the shadows as he made his way to the barn. He just needed time to dry off and dry Kai's things before he could move on. He didn't want any drama or hassle with whomever lived here; he hoped he got out before they even realized they had been here at all.
Climbing into the hay loft, he spread his wet coat on the floor and gently took Kai's small body out of the car seat and laid him on the coat. Removing his son's clothing, he wrung them out and set them out to dry. Stripping off his own clothes, he did the same then curled his body around Kai, because he knew he needed to keep the child warm. They were going to get through this. They just had to.
Other in the series
A Different Way of Seeing