Coming Soon: a new Whisperings novel

 

What would you think if you woke in an unfamiliar place with no memory of how you got there?

Suppose it’s a dream and pinch yourself?

What if you can’t pinch yourself?

I have to rely on my ghostly buddies and a fake clairvoyant to help me solve a personally harrowing mystery and just when we think we’ve found the guilty party, the game changes. The real culprit’s convoluted plan is diabolical and shooting me was the first step. The next step could change the Gelpha world, and that would be just the start.

Poor Royal. He’s tolerated my interaction with dead people but never been happy with it. Now he has to take a real leap of faith. Now, if he wants to save my life and protect the future of three worlds, he has to believe.

 

Prologue:

It turned out to be one of those days.

One phone call would bring Royal here in a jiffy. No doubt he’d change my tire without getting a mark on his clothes. But I’m not a woman who summons her man for every little thing. I call it preserving my independence. He calls it stubbornness.

I am woman. Hear me roar. Though it sounds more like a whimper.

I grunted as I gave the tire iron a final push to tighten the lug nut. I would get a flat out in the hills and the Jeep had to end up in the mud when I took her off the road. Slush and mud coated my jeans from the knees down. Muck smeared my coat from maneuvering the flat off and putting the spare tire on. I didn’t have gloves with me and my hands were caked and freezing. Wrestling with the wheel, I banged my forehead on the car body and now an egg-shaped bump throbbed. The dazzling winter sun hitting my eyes didn’t help.

I climbed in the Jeep and started her. She whined before the engine kicked over. “Don’t you give me any grief,” I told her. “Not today. Not here.”

I put her in gear and off we went.

Except we didn’t. The wheels spun in the mud.

“No, no, no!” I thumped the steering wheel with my fist as mud and water fountained behind the Jeep.

Wrenching the gear into reverse, I tried to back up. The wheels got traction and moved half a foot before sticking again. I put her in drive and hit the accelerator.

The Jeep whipped on the road, hit the ice and snow and impersonated a whirling dervish.

When I got her under control, we sat in the middle of the road, happily pointing in the right direction.

“Right!” I drew in a long breath. “Off we go.”

Before we reached the next bend in the road, the engine made a god-awful grinding noise, followed by clunks, and died. The Jeep ungracefully slithered a few yards before stopping altogether.

I got out and slammed the door. Now what? I can change a tire but engines are a mystery. I’d have to call a tow service to take us to a garage.

Channeled by snowy banks either side of the road, the wind screamed through the canyon. The crisp air promised another snowfall. I fumbled my cell phone from my coat pocket with numb fingers and thumbed on the screen.

No service.

“Of course.” I looked skyward, waving my hands in the air.

I turned on the Jeep and vented my anger by kicking the tire. Then I limped down the road until my toe stopped throbbing.

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Snow fell thickly to blanket the buildings and sidewalks, wind whisked the white flakes in my eyes as I parked on Twenty-Second and slogged to Royal’s apartment and our office. Thankfully the Jeep was a quick fix. The mechanic tightened a doodad and replaced a gizmo there on the roadside and I was good to go. I didn’t need a tow but that I paid plenty for parts, labor and the guy coming out did not improve my mood.

After a quick change of clothes, I arrived half an hour late for an appointment with a new client. When I called Royal he said the client didn’t mind waiting but keeping them hanging didn’t set a good precedent.

I paused at the bottom of the covered stairwell and wiped my wet face on my wet sleeve. The bump on my forehead had swollen to a hard, pounding knot. I touched my head. “It can’t be that big.” Probing the lump with my fingers made my eyes water.

Which may be why, when I heard a crack and chips of brick exploded from the wall beside me, I only looked up through watery eyes, dazed. Another crack and a blow to my head, as if a nail punched in my skull, an instant before my head shattered.

COMING SOON:

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Road Trip, a Whisperings Paranormal Short Story

Road Trip Cover last tryRoad Trip, a Whisperings short story, takes Tiff, Royal, Jack and Mel to southern Utah in a quest to find the body of a  brutally murdered woman. Tiff would rather her roommates stayed at home in Clarion, but there is no way to shake off shades who cling to your aura and come along for the ride. And Jack is determined to see his ex-lover, Dale, and discover why the man has not been in touch for over a month.

I . . . um . . . borrowed (cough) a Whisperings fan for this story. I know she’ll recognize herself.

 

Only $0.99 on Amazon.com and comparative price on Amazon.UK ~ Amazon Germany ~ Amazon France ~ Amazon Canada ~ Amazon Australia. If not listed here, look for it on your local Amazon site!

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2015

 

So I finished this book today

When you find and like something new, you want to share your discovery with your friends. Right? I do. So, today I’m pointing you at a particular book because I really enjoyed it: Stories on the Go, 101 Very Short Stories by 101 Authors. The description says, ” You should be able to read each story in under five minutes — on your desktop computer, laptop, or tablet at home or in the office, but also on your smartphone, on the go, while you are commuting or waiting at a coffee shop for your significant other to arrive.” Great, I thought. A book I won’t mind picking up, putting down, because I can get to the end of a story in seconds.

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But I had a hard time putting it down. I found it addictive. No story is over 1,00 words so a very quick read, tiny samples of one-hundred-and-one authors’ unique styles of story telling. Each time I finished one, I told myself I’d squeeze in just one more, or two, or three, before I headed for bed. I ended up reading into the early hours of the morning.

Not every little tale rocked my world, but many grabbed me by the heart and twisted, or tickled my funny bone, or made me really think. When I reached the end of the book, I wanted more. There are stories by authors already well known to me, such as Hugh Howey’s A Father’s Fist and John L. Monk’s delightfully slutty parody Trixy Chestity goes to England (Chapter 7). Dee Gabbledon’s Outlandisher was a delicious surprise. You’ve never heard of Dee Gabbledon? If you’re an Outlander fan, you’re in for a treat. <winks>

And I discovered many authors new to me and will definitely be checking out their books: Sheryl Fawcett (The Man Across the Room,) Bob Summer (Words) and Carol Kean (The Tipper)  to name only a few.

The book is free for Kindle and Nook so if you’re looking for an effortless reading experience, download Stories on the Go. See if you can put it down or, like me, become an addict.

 

A Holiday gift for fans of Whisperings Paranormal Mystery

http://www.dreamstime.com/stock-photography-holiday-lights-fog-image1627372My holiday gift for Whisperings fans, The Midnight Choir, a Whisperings short story, is free on Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Scribd and Inktera. Hopefully, it will soon also be free on International Amazon sites. This little story was first published here on my web site, but the new version includes additional material. I hope you enjoy it.

Time has rushed by so quickly. The end of another year, when people look back and reflect on what the year brought into their lives. As  for me, the body is getting old and has forced me to acknowledge it has limitations, but the brain still works. I have family. I have friends who have stuck by me for years and new friends I’ve met online and in person. I can picture events which still make me smile when I remember them. As for the writing – as always it’s been fun, exasperating, stressful, tiring, and exhilarating.

On the writing side, Baelfleur, the sequel to Downside Rain was published in November. Tiff Takes on Halloween, a Whisperings short story, was published in October. I tried it on Amazon’s Kindle Select/Kindle Unlimited as an experiment. All the KU borrows were nice but at the end of the day, being exclusive to one publishing platform doesn’t sit well with me, so the little story will also appear on Barnes and Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Scribd and Inktera when the Kindle Select period expires in January. And while I’m thinking of it, a shout out to Kindle Select staff who have always responded to my questions/problems promptly. Believe me, if you had to work with support staff at some of the other publishing platforms, you’d appreciate the guys and gals who staff Kindle Select.

I almost forgot to say – last week I reached a personal milestone with the sale of my 75,000 e-book.

In January I found out my Scottie dog Duncan has cancer. The discovery resulted in me rushing to England in April and deciding to write a seventh Whisperings Paranormal Mystery.

Why did my dog having cancer make me rush to England? And why did it prompt me to write another Whisperings book?

Well, I wanted to go to England to see my 91 year-old mum. Husband and I planned to go later in the year, but I didn’t know how long Duncan had with us. His excellent vet estimated six months to a year. I decided on chemotherapy treatment for him, but chemo destroys the immune system which meant he couldn’t be put at risk for infection by having him in a kennel while husband and I took a trip. In fact, he can’t be with other dogs at all, or have his annual immunizations and rabies shots, and we watch him carefully during walks to make sure he doesn’t get into anything he shouldn’t.

I didn’t want husband to have to deal with Duncan getting sick, and of course I wanted to be with Duncan when the time came,  so I whipped off to England earlier than planned and husband cared for Duncan while I was gone.

As for Whisperings. I said in my post To Be Or Not To Be that I didn’t know whether or not I’d write another Whisperings after A Conspiracy of Demons, and I didn’t have any plans to. But an odd thing happened when I learned Duncan has incurable cancer. I love my little dog and the news devastated me. I sat down at my computer and piled the whole thing on Tiff’s shoulders. I wrote about her discovering her Scottie Mac had cancer, her grief, and how she imagined the time to come when she would have to help him on his way.

At the end of the little piece, a bullet came out of nowhere.

I was pretty surprised. That wasn’t supposed to happen! I thought about it and before I knew it, I had an outline for Whisperings Paranormal Mystery book seven: Dark Demon Rising. I put it aside while I finished writing Baelfleur and the short stories but I’ll jump back on it after Christmas.

If you’re wondering about Duncan, he’s still with us and still going strong almost a year after the diagnosis.

So although 2014 began unhappily, it turned out to be a pretty good year. I hope 2015 brings good things, to me and to you. Happy Christmas, may the day be merry and bright, filled with love and good cheer.

 

 

BAELFLEUR: A Downside Novel.

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Two wraiths and a ghost accept a commission to deliver a message to the faceless thief who is stealing Downside’s treasures. Their journey takes them Far North to a cold, inhospitable land where humans rule and other races are shunned.

Meanwhile, a once powerful man is betrayed and his life is forfeit. With the dark angel dead, no one can help Alain Sauvageau. He is human now and only human skills can save him.

As Alain fights for his life, Rain, River and Castle close in on the thief only to discover there is more to his story than they were told. Someone will do anything to stop them finding him. But their new ally, a human Northern girl, may just tip the scales.


Last year I went through my closet and pulled out my heeled shoes to give to a charity store. Problems with my feet mean I can’t wear heels now and probably never will again. It was pretty traumatic as I looove fashionable shoes. But I couldn’t let one pair go. I’ve had them for so long they’ve taken on a sentimental value, as well as being beautiful. When I and my husband went to an event not long ago, I was damned if I’d wear flats to a fancy do! I crammed my feet into my one pair of heels and ten minutes later my poor feet were so swollen I had to hobble along barefoot, and the pain and swelling lasted for days. Sadly, that lovely pair of shoes no longer work for me.

I expect you’re asking yourself what this has to do with Baelfleur. Bear with me. :)

My old science fiction novel Mindbender is something like those shoes. I have a deep affection for it. Mindbender was the first novel I wrote and published. I unpublished it when I realized it needed work and have said time and again I’m going to edit and republish. And I tried, I really tried. But like those shoes it’s no longer a good fit for me. I have to love my books. I have to read them and be entertained. Although I still like some chapters, Mindbender as a whole no longer does it for me.

So Mindbender was about to be consigned to the shelf when the Muse gave me a nudge. “Some of those characters, and the theme- wouldn’t it make a perfect Downside nEratoovel?”

Now, as well as broadcasting numerous times I would republish Mindbender, I’ve also told several people that Downside Rain is a stand-alone novel. I told the Muse this. “So, you can change your mind. You creative types do it all the time. It’s your prerogative, said the Muse.

So I did.

If you read Mindbender when it was available, you may recognize three characters. I hope you enjoy their metemorphosis into what they became in Baelfleur. I also shamelessly scalped a few descriptive passages from my old Mindbender.

Baelfleur is now available and I’m offering Downside Rain at a reduced price for a limited time: $0.99 in the USA and matching currency in other countries.

With Downside Rain on sale, now is a good time to visit Downside. If you like books which introduce you to another world populated by good and evil creatures of myth and legend with a difference, please check out the Downside novels. Scroll down for links to both books.


You’ll see the Whisperings Shorts are no longer here. I took them down because I intend to add more content and publish them as short stories for $0.99. Tiff Takes on Halloween is already available on Amazon. Note: they are short stories. Not novels, not novellas, not novelettes. Short stories. The Shorts will be exclusive to Amazon for the first 90 days from publication.


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Downside Rain is available from Amazon stores worldwide, including: Amazon US * Amazon UK * Amazon Germany * Amazon Canada * Amazon Australia

Also available from Nook * Apple * Scribd *  Inktera

Baelfleur is available from Amazon stores worldwide, including: Amazon US * Amazon UK * Amazon Germany * Amazon Canada * Amazon Australia

Also available from Nook * Apple * ScribdInktera

 

 

 

Apocalypse, Trolls and Bounty Hunters

Interviews can be such fun!

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April in England.

I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets to England, where my heart lies.

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Wherever you go and whatever you do, may the luck of the Irish be there with you.

A little-known St. Pat’s day tale.

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Giving it Away

Free is good!

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