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When will Slayers 4 be out/ When will the fourth Slayers be out

That title was just my way of making it easier for search engines to find this answer, because I’ve already had a lot of people ask and the book has only been out a week.

I’m busy with deadlines for other books until Nov 1st, and then I’ll break out the manuscript and start working on it again. I was in the climax but have 50-100 pages left to write. And then the work of revisions start. And sadly, this takes a long time. Remember how your English teacher told you that Shakespeare was so brilliant he only wrote one draft? Hogwash. I mean, any author worth their salt (or in this case the 4.99 you pay on Amazon) does a ton of revisions. And I want you to feel that you got your money’s worth.

So, I’m aiming for the February 2017, but I’m frequently optimistic about how long writing takes so it may very well be later.

In the meantime, here’s the cover . . .

Writer Peeps, awesome conference next month

If you’re a writer, you’re going to want to go to the ANWA Time Out for Writers conference, Sept 15-17 in Tempe, and not just because I’ll be there. This conference has a lot of awesome teachers. I mean, James Owen is worth the admission alone because after hearing him talk, you think you can do anything. I mean, you have to remind yourself that you can’t actually fly because you will go out of his class thinking you’re Superman. But wait there’s more! Look at all the more we have going on down below.

You can learn more and register here: http://anwa-lds.org/annual-conference-registration

Anika Arrington – Crafting the Siren’s Song: Deep POV and Narrative Voice

Agents/editors/well-informed readers are always looking for unique/great/interesting voice. But what that means and how to execute it is nebulous at best. This class will unpack a few concrete ways to build your narrative/character’s voice into a story they never want to put down.

Aprilynne Pike – Writing (Un)Realistic Dialogue

Writing dialogue that snaps and sparkles, but why it should never truly be “realistic.” Warning: Contains speech tags, pronouns, body language, and a distinct lack of niceties.

Melanie Jacobson – Push Her Off the Roof: Escalating the Stakes

If you are prone to loving your characters too much to reallllllly hurt them, it’s time to practice tough love. We’ll examine why putting your characters at greater emotional/physical risk pays off for the reader in ways that constantly rescuing your characters never can. Then . . . then we figure out how to torture them. I’m sorry, but we have to. Please come prepared with a five sentence description of you character’s deepest need and greatest fear, because it all starts there. And it’s going to be brutal.

Melanie Jacobson – Fast Drafting: The One Thing That Will Boost Your Productivity Overnight (and a Few Others That Help)

A few simple strategies and tools can make all the difference between whether you fight for words every day or simply write them. No, really: simply. It can be so much easier than you think, and you will see immediate, measurable increases in your productivity as you experiment with these techniques. This is not a system (although you can use it that way); it’s an arsenal. Just choose what you need and dive back into the trenches.

Bradley McBride – Taking Over the World, One Friend at a Time: Building a Loyal Community via Social Media

This may come as a shock, but those online “likes” and “views” and “followers” actually represent real, live, flesh and blood PEOPLE. Not merely stats for impressive analytics.

If you only look at those PEOPLE as potential book buyers, you are missing out the human side of Social Media. Believe it or not, those people can be your real-life friends, your fans, and your biggest supporters. (And I guarantee they will be more than happy to point out your typos.)

This class will offer tips on how to build an enduring community of friends and fans that will make your time on Social Media more than a just another trick to sell more books – which, ironically, will help you sell more books.

Katherine Cowley – Optimizing Your Author Website for Google, Facebook, and Pinterest

Maintaining a website or blog can be time-consuming, and if you want to get the most out of your investment and have continued readers over time, you need to optimize. Accessible, quick optimization techniques are presented to make your author website ready for Google, Facebook, and Pinterest.

Katherine Cowley – Rule-Based Worldbuilding for Fantasy, Steampunk, and Science Fiction

Writing speculative fiction does not give writers the liberty to abandon rules and do anything. The best of these genre stories use a rule-based approach to worldbuilding and magic systems, which makes the fantastical seem believable and resonate with readers.

J Scott Savage – Am I Writing a Middle Grade Novel or a YA Novel?

You’ve written an amazing YA novel, but when you send it out to agents, they tell you it’s actually middle grade. Your middle grade novel has issues that could push it into the YA area. How do you know whether your novel is early reader, middle grade, tween, young adult or somewhere in between? Protagonist age isn’t always the answer. (Book Thief or Ender’s Game anyone?) Page count flew out the window with Harry Potter and hasn’t completely settled down. Enter motives and sphere of influence. These tools give you the strongest answer to whether your plot meets the target or your readership.

J Scott Savage – Four Part Pacing

There are many great plot tools to help you decide what should happen, but how do you know when they should happen? Four part pacing divides your story into four distinct parts to make sure events at the optimal time to pull the reader through your book. We examine all of the main aspects or story, what elements need to happen when, using this tool to create a basic outline, and how all of the pieces fit together.

J Scott Savage – From Idea to Marketable Pitch (Two-Hour Intensive, Thursday Workshop)

You’ve got a great idea for a book, at least you think it’s a good idea. But where do you go with it? How do you turn an idea into a complete plot ready to write or pitch to an agent? In this 2 hour hands-on workshop, J Scott Savage will take your story ideas and work them through evaluating the idea, putting together the pieces, determining the audience and genre, checking the market, and putting together an elevator pitch.

James A. Owen – Why Eggs Benedict is Crucial to Your Success as an Author (Two-Hour Intensive)

It’s possible for anyone and everyone to be a writer – but an author is a writer who is choosing to make writing a profession. There is a lot more to being a professional author than simply writing a book: you have to know just as much about the business side of the profession as you do about the creative side; you have to be able to sell your book in a hundred different ways; and perhaps just as importantly, you have to be able to sell yourself. In his presentation, James A. Owen will share the experiences, lessons, and insights he has gained over the course of a three-decade career as an author, and when he is finished, you’ll understand why Eggs Benedict has been crucial to his success – and why it will be just as crucial to yours.

Annette Lyon – Self-editing and Revision: Dig Deep to Learn the Nit-picky Stuff—And Make the Best Impression (Two-Hour Intensive Workshop)

A professional editor teaches you the most common editing mistakes writers make—and how to fix them. Using real-world, easy to understand examples, she’ll show how correct grammar and punctuation can make or break a sentence and how to keep your language in line so you story stays in the spotlight.

Annette Lyon – How Scrivener Totally Rocks & Will Make Your Writing Easier & Faster

What exactly is Scrivener, and why do so many writers love it? Learn how to use the program to maximize writing time, organize your work and research, map out characters, keep track of progress, export your files, and more. Whether you’re working on flash fiction, an epic novel with several POVs, a project with a ton of research, or a giant thesis with so many parts that it’s an organizational headache, this software is for you. After this Scrivener crash course, you’ll understand what everyone’s talking about.

Jennifer Lunt Moore – Research: What’s the Point? 

Wonder if research is necessary? The answer is YES! Whether you’re writing about 16th century Conquistadors, Regency ballrooms, or Modern-day New York City, getting your facts straight instills confidence in your readers. We’ll talk about what to put in, what to leave out and learn some tricks, tips, and resources to provide rich details and make you a virtual expert in your field.

Jennifer Lunt Moore – Elements of Swoon-worthy Romance

What takes a romance from “feel-good” to “toe-curling, melt-into-the-floor delicious?” What are the elements that make a story memorable long after the happy ending? Balancing inner and external conflict, establishing relationships that go beyond simple attraction, and crafting heroes and heroines that readers fall in love with are only the beginning.

Matt Peterson – Copywriting: The Perfect “Day Job” for Writers

You have talent–no doubt about it. And while you are whittling away at the next great American novel, wouldn’t it be nice to use your writing talents to actually pay some bills? I’ll take that quick nod as a “yes.”  Well, the marketing world actually has money to spend, and they aren’t shy about spending it on creative talent. What they really need are storytellers, and nobody does that better than you! Catchy headlines, creative emails, emotional video scripts, funny campaigns…these are all crafted by writers. Writers like you! Come to our workshop to see how you can exercise your creativity daily, become a better writer, and maybe even find a new permanent day job (on your own terms). We’ll cover everything from where to find work to how to how to say no to the wrong projects. And we’ll have lots of fun along the way.

Dr. James Blasingame – Doubling Down on the Resolution: How do the Best Young Adult Authors Create and Interior and Exterior Conflict Resolution?

Jack Gantos once said that a good story has both a physical climax that resolves the story’s primary conflict and also a psychological climax that resolves the protagonist’s internal struggle. Well-imagined YA protagonists experience an emotional/psychological change over the course of the story, taking a giant step toward the adult they will one day become. We’ll take a look at how some of the most popular, award-winning authors manage this double resolution and investigate why they are so appealing to young readers.

Catherine Jones Payne – The Indie Dream Team: Choosing Your Self-Publishing Team

The designers, betas, editors, and marketers you choose to help produce your novel and your brand are instrumental to your success as an indie writer. Learn how to sort through the noise and recognize red flags as you craft your dream team.

Heidi Taylor – Elevator Pitches: Take Them to a Higher Level

Someone once said if you can’t convince a complete stranger to want to read your book by using just a few sentences, then you can’t sell it. The purpose of this class is to help writers understand the importance of a strong pitch, and then to work with basic building blocks that will help them create that perfect pitch on their own, every time.

Heidi Taylor – How to Craft a Query Letter

Writers spend hundreds of hours crafting intricate stories lines and character arcs. But when asked to write a simple synopsis, they break out in a cold sweat. The purpose of this class is to give writers a framework around which to build a simple yet powerful query letter, and to help them understand that the query will be the second most important thing they’ll ever write.

Patricia Nelson – What’s Working in YA Now?

Agent Patricia Nelson discusses what agents and editors are hungry for in today’s ever-shifting YA market.

Patricia Nelson – Rookie Submission Mistakes

The competition is fierce when your submission is one of hundreds in an agent’s inbox. Simple submission mistakes can sometimes make the difference between a request or automatic rejection. Agent Patricia Nelson give detailed advice on how to avoid rookie submission pitfalls and increase your chances for querying success.

Janette Rallison – Scene Structure: What it Takes to Make Your Writing Work All Novel Long

A successful book needs more than just a good plot. Your story needs to work on a micro-level too. Come learn how to avoid common pitfalls such as sagging middles, unclear reactions, and low conflict. Janette will be drawing on Jack Bickham’s acclaimed book Scene and Sequel to teach these vital writing principles.

Michelle Wilson – Getting to the Heart of Non-Fiction

Are you writing a memoir, a collection of essays, or have an inspirational message to share? Then welcome to my corner of the non- fiction world! In this class I we’ll discuss path of heart-filled nonfiction, from concept to publication. Bring your ideas and stories for this hands-on class.

Michelle Wilson & J Scott Savage – Conquering the Devils in the Writer’s Mind

As a writer, have you ever been discouraged, rejected, or simply wanted to give up? Have you doubted your ability to write? Have you looked around at everyone else who seems to know what they are doing and feel like a total failure. Well, we have too. Those thoughts are the devils in a writer’s mind. If left unchecked they can be nasty, even damaging. Join us for a fun class on how to recognize the devils on our minds and how to conquer them as we discuss our different writing journeys and the tools and truths we’ve learned along the way.

Randy Lindsay –  Jumpstart Your Creative Juices Workshop  

Story ideas are everywhere. Participate in a writing workshop that is designed to show you how to generate ideas for interesting and unique stories from the common everyday sources. Participants will form into groups to practice what they have learned and share their results with the rest of the class.

Randy Lindsay – Keep ‘Em Reading  

Read-on prompts are essential if you want to turn your story into a page-turner. With the right kind of chapter breaks you can keep your readers up way past their bedtimes. Participants are encouraged to bring in a few of their troublesome chapter endings to work on during the class.

Heather Flaherty – Action Over Expository Workshop

“Show me, don’t tell me.” We’ve all heard it a hundred times, but what does it really mean beyond this vague phrase? So much explanation can be offered in action. Simple gestures can be more powerful, visual, engaging, and even expected, than a directed explanation to the reader. Attendees to this program will learn the importance of showing character, motivation, and even plot through writing action. The workshop will also focus on turning exposition into action.

C.J. Anaya – Guerrilla Marketing: Launching Your Book to Bestseller Status

Is your book languishing in search engine obscurity? Learn how to make Amazon’s search engines work for you. Find out how you can research the best niches for writing fiction and non-fiction, and understand the difference between great sales ranks and popularity lists. Discover how reviews can help or hurt sales and the best way to get them. Use Goodreads to your advantage to build your mailing list, and visit helpful sites that will get you and your book more exposure.

Tamara Passey – Friends Don’t Let Friends Publish Junk

Avoid the pitfalls and stigma of low-quality self-publishing. Learn the legal steps to create your own imprint to create professional, high-caliber books. We’ll cover how to get the most out of critique groups and beta readers, as well as hiring professional editors and cover designers. Learn how to sift through the many services offered to independent authors to determine what are legitimate needs and reasonable costs vs. scams and other business practices to give your books the quality advantage they need to succeed in today’s market.

Agent/Editor Panel – The Inbox

Ever wondered what agents and editors might be thinking as they read through their submission inbox? Durning this panel, anonymous attendee first page submissions will be read aloud and receive immediate feedback from our panel of visiting agents and editors.

Indie/Hybrid Author Panel

Join authors James A. Owen, Janette Rallison, Aprilynne Pike, Kelly Oram, CJ Anaya and others as they discuss what they’ve learned works and what doesn’t when it comes to indie and hybrid publishing careers.

Winners: Random. org has spoken

At one  point I set up rafflecopter and actually knew how to use it. Alas, those days are gone. Perhaps I will figure it out by the book launch for The Wrong Side of Magic. (Aug 23, 7pm at  Changing Hands Bookstore, baby!) I will try to contact you via your email on the comment page, if I can figure that out. (Hey, I’m old. When I was young, technology consisted of a black and white TV and a toaster.) But if you see your name here, email me to be safe. (I’ve emailed reviewers separately about their wins.)

There were two Emilys who commented. The winner of the 20.00 Amazon gift card is Emily without a last name.

Kara Ramold 20.00 Amazon gift card

Chuck Davis: TheOdd1sOut bag

Misty Acton TheOdd1sOut sketch

Marla B  Dragon T-shirt

Tiana Smith the signed manuscript page

Cristina audio book of Just One Wish (Let me know if you don’t have an audible account and I’ll send you something else)

Nicolette Fike an audio book of My  Fairly Dangerous Godmother (Let me know if you don’t have an audible account and I’ll send you something else)

Leanne an audio book of A Savage Ghost by Donna Weaver(Let me know if you don’t have an audible account and I’ll send you something else)

Elizabeth Whaley an ebook of The Stranger She Married by Donna Hatch

Loralee Evans an ebook of Miss Match by Lindzee Armstrong

Lisa Crandall an ebook of A Portrait for Toni by Annette Lyon

Stephanie Black an ebook of The Dragons of Alsace Farm, by Lauri Lewis

Alena an ebook of Being Jamie Baker by Kelly Oram

Becky (Rebecca Irvine) an ebook of Chameleon by Kelly Oram

Sara an ebook of Savage Ghost by Donna Weaver

Julie Finlinson Royal Brides by Traci Abramson

Anna Barclay an ebook of Fallen Angel by Lisa Swinton

As I said, I will try to figure out how to contact you, but you can make it easy on me and email me at jrallisonfans @ yahoo.com

Slayers: Playing With Fire book launch! Woot!

I don’t woot very often. But this day deserves it, because it means that the book I’ve been working on for over a year is finally ready for it’s debut.

Buy your copy of Slayers Playing With Fire

A massive book giveaway is in order! To win something in this giveaway you need to do one thing–two if you want to be positive about winning a book. (read on to see how to enter) But first, here’s what’s up for grabs:

Five 20 dollar Amazon gift cards, (three to reviewers, two to commenters)

An Odd1sOut original dragon sketch and an Odd1sOut and Jaidan Animations signed bag,

A dragon T-shirt (Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup)

A signed manuscript page from Teyla Branton’s (Rachel Nunes)  upcoming Unbounded novella. By the way, the first book in this bestselling series has over 1,000 reviews on Amazon. (That’s crazy good. I mean, Pride and Prejudice only has 3,000.)

An audio book of Just One Wish by Janette Rallison, My Fairly Dangerous Godmother by Janette Rallison, or A Savage Ghost by Donna Weaver (You need to have an audible account for my books, and I’m guessing the same is true for Donna’s)

Or an ebook of one of the clean reads below. from Kelly Oram, Donna Hatch, Donna Weaver, Lindzee Armstrong, Annette Lyon, Laurie Lewis, and Traci Abramson (A mobi file for Fallen Angel by Lisa Swinton)

Get your Slayer on, baby!

To enter the giveaway leave a comment telling me if you’re team Jesse or team Dirk. As a bonus, celebratory give-away, if you leave a review of Slayers: Playing with Fire between now and Aug 5, 2016 and email me at jrallisonfans @yahoo.com and tell me, I’ll send you a signed copy of your choice: Slayers (1); My Fair Godmother; My Unfair Godmother; It’s a Mall World; Fame, Glory, and Other Things On My To-do List, or Revenge of the Cheerleaders. (If you live in the states. For those out of the states, I’ll send you an ebook of one of my books.)  The other ebooks and Odd1sout stuff will be raffled off to the commenters.

Oh, if you’re a guy and you only want to be in the running for the Odd1sout stuff, and not the romances, let me know that in the comments. If you have a preference of ebooks let me know that too.

Now for descriptions of all these lovely ebooks:

The Stranger She Married by Donna Hatch

When her parents and twin brother die within weeks of each other, Alicia and her younger sister are left in the hands of an uncle who has brought them all to financial and social ruin. Desperate to save her family from debtor’s prison, Alicia vows to marry the first wealthy man to propose. She meets the dashing Lord Amesbury, and her heart whispers that this is the man she is destined to love, but his tainted past may forever stand in their way. Her choices in potential husbands narrow to either a scarred cripple with the heart of a poet, or a handsome rake with a deadly secret.

Cole Amesbury is tormented by his own ghosts, and believes he is beyond re demption, yet he cannot deny his attraction for the girl whose genuine goodness touches the heart he’d thought long dead. He fears the scars in his soul cut so deeply that he may never be able to offer Alicia a love that is true. When yet another bizarre mishap threatens her life, Alicia suspects the seemingly unrelated accidents that have plagued her loved ones are actually a killer’s attempt to exterminate every member of her family.

Despite the threat looming over her, learning to love the stranger she married may pose the greatest danger to her heart. And Cole must protect Alicia from the killer who has been exterminating her family before she is the next target.

Miss Match by Lindzee Armstrong

Billionaire CEO Luke Ryder doesn’t want to hire his best friend, Brooke, as his matchmaker. Not when he’s been in love with her for eight years. Too bad she doesn’t see him as relationship material and is engaged to another man. If the matchmaking company she works for closes, Brooke is out of a job, and Luke is out a best friend. There will be nothing stopping her from moving to Italy with her fiancé. And Luke isn’t about to let that happen.

Brooke’s dream career may be crumbling, and she will do anything to keep Toujour in the black. Even recruit Luke, America’s favorite bachelor, as her next client. Surely his perfect smile and swollen bank account will send clients swarming to their doors. But when matching up Luke works a little too well, Brooke wonders if she’s with the right man. Maybe she should finally forget Luke’s playboy image and admit he’s changed. All Brooke has to decide is if she’s willing to risk her heart.

A Portrait for Toni by Annette Lyon

Toni has no idea what she’d do without her best friend, Carter. Who else would she be able to vent to about her parents, her job at the dance studio, or her latest relationship woes? When Toni’s father lands in the hospital, Carter, as always, is there for her.

That is, until he starts questioning Toni, saying he thinks she has an eating disorder. Then she starts dating Clint, the hot new guy at the studio, and somehow that puts a deeper wedge between her and Carter. When she’s hospitalized after an on-stage collapse, and Carter stupidly starts in with advice about food and weight, she sends him away—then instantly regrets it.

Toni tries to mend the hurt between them, but instead of finding Carter, she stumbles onto proof that he has feelings for her that go way beyond those of a friend. Toni is left with the very real prospect of losing Carter forever, unless somehow she can return his feelings—but that’s impossible.

Isn’t it?

Being Jamie Baker by Kelly Oram

An accident that should end in tragedy instead gives seventeen-year-old Jamie Baker a slew of uncontrollable superhuman abilities.

To keep her secret safe Jamie socially exiles herself, earning the title of Rocklin High’s resident ice queen. But during a supercharged encounter with star quarterback Ryan Miller she literally kisses anonymity goodbye. Now the annoyingly irresistible Ryan will stop at nothing to melt the heart of the ice queen and find out what makes her so special.

Unfortunately, Ryan is not the only person on to her secret. Will Jamie learn to contain her unstable powers before being discovered by the media or turned into a government lab rat?

More importantly, can she throw Ryan Miller off her trail before falling in love with him?

Chameleon by Kelly Oram

For small-town rebel Dani Webber magic and monsters are no more real than the Easter Bunny… until the day she accidentally stops time. Dani quickly discovers that not only do supernaturals exist, but she herself is one of them. This is great news for her life-long best friend Russ, who can finally come clean about his own supernatural status and his undying love for her. Before the two can start to enjoy the long overdue relationship, Dani is taken by a powerful council of supernaturals who believe she is the Chosen One destined to save them from extinction.

As if being kidnapped and expected to save the world isn’t bad enough, an ancient prophecy warns of the Chosen One’s dark nature: “Only the truest love will keep her an agent for good.” The council believes they know who this “true love” is and, unfortunately, that person isn’t Russ. The mysterious, powerful and devastatingly handsome Seer is the last person Dani wants in her life, but when she starts having visions of a horrific future, she has no one else to turn to for help.

Soon Dani finds herself torn between two very different boys with two very different opinions of whom she can trust. With the visions getting worse and time running out, Dani is forced to put aside her feelings and work with both the Seer and Russ before an ancient evil is unleashed upon the earth.

The Dragons of Alsace Farm, by Lauri Lewis
In need of his own redemption, Noah Carter finally confronts his childhood hero, the once-beloved uncle who betrayed him. Instead of vengeance, he offers forgiveness, also granting Uncle John a most curious request—for Noah to work on the ramshackle farm of Agnes Deveraux Keller, a French WWII survivor with dementia.

Despite all Agnes has lost, she still has much to teach Noah. But the pair’s unique friendship is threatened when Tayte, Agnes’s estranged granddaughter, arrives to claim a woman whose circumstances and abilities are far different from those of the grandmother she once knew.

Items hidden in Agnes’s attic raise painful questions about Tayte’s dead parents, steeling Tayte’s determination to save Agnes, even if it requires her to betray the very woman she came to save, and the secret her proud grandmother has guarded for seventy years.

The issue strains the fragile trust between Tayte and Noah, who now realizes Tayte is fighting her own secrets, her own dragons. Weighed down by past guilt and failures, he feels ill-equipped to help either woman, until he remembers Agnes’s lessons about courage and love. In order to save Agnes, the student must now become the teacher, helping Tayte heal—for Agnes’s sake, and for his.

Savage Ghost (Novella) by Donna Weaver

Lia Savage reluctantly puts her dream of opening a dessert boutique on hold to help her dad remodel a castle he’s inherited in Washington State. Soon, a specter targets her younger sister.

Lia enlists the help of strapping Coop Montgomery, the head gardener and her former crush. As they search together for a way to rid the castle of its ghost, the romance she used to dream about with Coop kindles. But Lia’s gentle giant means to stay in Washington while she’s determined to return to California. She must find the courage to face both the ghost and her future.

With Coop. Or without him.

Royal Brides by Traci Abramson

n this eagerly anticipated companion novel to Royal Target and Royal Secrets, readers are invited back to the shimmering Mediterranean paradise of Meridia, where two royal weddings in a year are more than stressful—they’re deadly . . .

Lovely Meridian native Noelle Saldera yearns for adventure, but as the daughter of palace servants, working at Prince Stefano’s royal wedding may be as exciting as her life will get. But her options change drastically when she finds herself in the unlikely position of diffusing a bomb at the ceremony and being enlisted as the newest member of Meridian Intelligence. And with another wedding in the works, there can be no more close calls when Prince Stefano’s brother, Garrett, walks down the aisle.

The bombing attempt at the first royal wedding leaves few clues as to the assailant’s identity. Desperate for answers, Meridian officials enlist CIA agent Jeremy Rogers to prevent a repeat occurrence at the upcoming nuptials. The beauty of the plan: the bride is Jeremy’s sister, so his cover is foolproof. What no one could anticipate is the instant connection between Jeremy and Noelle. Now, with their hearts on the line, the pair must work together to stop a seemingly unstoppable enemy before time runs out.

Fallen Angel by Lisa Swinton

Antonio does not believe in love at first sight until he sees her fall into a street in Milan and get hit by a motorcycle. Compelled to know if she can return his affection, he becomes Renatta’s hospital volunteer only to learn that the accident erased her memory. Together they must discover her past, present and future. In the way of happily ever after stand her opera career, tyrannical mother, and fiancé. Antonio must win Renatta’s heart before she bends to the will of her mother and marries Marcello. Failure means a lifetime of loneliness, for love at first sight never happens twice.

 

 

Slayers: Playing With Fire, prologue and first two chapters

 

To lead up to the Slayers 3 book launch, I’ll be posting two chapters a day until Aug 2. And you don’t want to miss the book launch because I’ll be giving away a ton of books; mine, and my cool author friends. Technically, I’m not allowed to tell you that I will give a signed paperback copy of Slayers (1) to everyone who leaves an Amazon review of Slayers:Playing With Fire from Aug 2- 4 (Hey, I’m giving you three days to read the rest of it) but lets just say you will get bonus points for doing so which will increase your odds of winning prizes. Also in the mix: five 20 dollar Amazon gift cards, A T-shirt similar to the one I wore at the Slayers launch, an animation squad bag signed by my very talented son (TheOdd1sOut) and an original TheOdd1sOut dragon sketch. (It’s cute and cuddly, not fierce.)

Prologue

The downside to being married to a dragon lord

 

Thirteen years ago

 

Bianca Overdrake’s entire future hinged on the results in the doctor’s envelope. She took it from him with a shaking hand. “I hope I’m having a girl.”

Hoping wouldn’t affect the outcome, but the words popped out anyway. They’d been replaying nonstop in her mind through the entire exam. A girl. A girl. It has to be a girl. A daughter wouldn’t inherit dragon lord genes and could live a safe life.

The doctor smiled. “You’ll find out when you open the envelope.”

Was his smile sad? Happy for her? She couldn’t tell.

She tucked the envelope into her purse, left the office, and climbed into her Cadillac. All the way to her friend Ruth’s house she felt numb, too exhausted to deal with the future and its uncertain twists and pitfalls.

Bianca had meant to go somewhere private to open the envelope. She couldn’t bring herself to touch it, though. Not yet.

Her future wasn’t the only one in question. Dirk’s was too. Her son was only five, too young to understand the decisions she had to make, and much too young to lose a mother. And yet, she might have to disappear, leave him and everyone she knew. She had the baby’s safety to consider. She had to be a mother to that child too.

Bianca pulled up to Ruth’s house. Dirk was playing there with Ruth’s son, Thomas, while Bianca had gone to the OB’s. She hadn’t told Dirk about the baby. He wouldn’t be able to keep that sort of news a secret from his father, and Brant didn’t know about the pregnancy.

She was four months along, and her baggy clothes wouldn’t hide her secret for much longer. If the baby was a girl, Bianca would claim that she hadn’t told Brant beforehand because she had worried about having another miscarriage. Over the course of their marriage, she’d had three. But this baby was healthy, on track, its heartbeat swishing a strong rhythm at every checkup.

After so many losses, so many children she never got to hold, Bianca loved this baby fiercely already.

She went to the door, repeating the mantra: Let it be a girl. Brant would be disappointed, but he also wouldn’t train her to be a fighter in his upcoming war. Daughters couldn’t control dragons the way sons could.

Bianca rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, Ruth answered. She was petite, with blonde hair and delicate features that belied her true personality: Ruth was a force to be reckoned with.

She looked Bianca over, as if trying to read her expression. “You’re not crying. It must be good news, then. A girl?”

Bianca shook her head and pulled the envelope from her purse. “I had the doctor write down the ultrasound results. I haven’t opened it yet.”

She’d been afraid that if she started sobbing on the exam table, the doctor would wonder why. But he didn’t question her when she asked for the results to be sealed in an envelope. Women did that sort of thing all the time. They planned reveals at baby showers or special events.

Ruth opened the door wider and stepped aside. “You can’t put it off forever.”

“I know.” Bianca walked into the living room, glancing around for Dirk.

He came roaring into the living room, laughing as he and Thomas chased each other around with foam swords. Dirk spied Bianca, and his blue eyes lit up.

“Mommy!” he yelled, and rushed over to give her a hug. He didn’t let go of the sword. If it had been real, he would have impaled her.

Bianca knelt down and gathered Dirk into a hug, shutting her eyes as she pressed her cheek to his mop of blond hair. He was so small and soft, and he smelled of peanut butter and laundry soap. She couldn’t ever leave him, no matter what the results said. Why had she ever entertained it as an option? For Dirk’s sake, she’d stay with Brant and make the relationship work.

Dirk wriggled out of her embrace, oblivious to her adoration and done being hugged. “Can I stay longer?” he asked. “Thomas and me are still killing stuff.”

”What are you killing?” Bianca asked.

“Monsters,” he replied. “The big kind that have lots of crazy arms.”

Bianca nodded, forcing a smile. “We can’t have those wandering around the house. You and Thomas had better take care of them.”

“Yeah,” Dirk said, raising his sword like a banner.

Thomas lifted his sword in the same gesture. “Yeah!” he shouted, and the two boys dashed out of the room to parts of the house unseen.

Bianca slowly got to her feet. She still clutched the envelope, rumpled a bit now.

Ruth motioned for Bianca to follow her to the couch. She kept her voice low in case the boys came back. “Finding out your baby’s gender is supposed to be exciting.” She plunked down on the couch, shaking her head. “Why are you so worried about what Brant thinks? A normal husband wouldn’t care one way or the other.”

Bianca sank into the loveseat, still clutching the envelope. She hadn’t told Ruth everything about her life. She hadn’t mentioned how Brant kept dragons in an enclosure on their property, or explained that he wanted sons to help him control the dragons. But Ruth did know that Brant wanted to attack the government someday, that he was dangerous.

“Brant wants sons,” Bianca said flatly. He needed them. Only boys inherited the ability to link minds with dragons, so only boys could control them.

Ruth’s cup sat on the coffee table. She picked it up and took a sip. “I don’t know why you stay with him. You’re not happy and haven’t been for a long time.”

Bianca had been happy with Brant once, or at least, she’d been awed and enamored. Out of all of the women who’d swooned at his wealth and charisma, he’d chosen her. She’d been poor and ordinary, and he’d told her he would make her a queen. She’d been too flattered to think about what his desire for power would mean to her children.

After Dirk was born, though, she understood. Brant wanted to raise their son to be a terrorist. He wanted to pit him against the government and engulf him in his own personal war. Nothing she said on the subject, no amount of begging, reason, or tears could sway her husband.

Bianca’s hands began to tremble. She clenched them to keep them still. “Brant would never let me take Dirk away from him. If I want to keep my son, I have to stay.”

Ruth replaced her cup on the table with a thud. “Not if you get a half-way decent lawyer.”

It wasn’t that easy. “The law doesn’t matter to Brant. He would take Dirk and disappear. If I ask for a divorce, the only way I’ll ever get to see Dirk is if I give Brant full custody. That way, he won’t feel threatened, and he’ll let me visit.”

“Or he’ll be spiteful and never let you visit.”

That was a possibility too. Brant could be spiteful.

Ruth leaned forward, putting her hand on Bianca’s knee. “Maybe you’re the one who should take Dirk and disappear.”

Bianca had considered the idea, had thought of it every day of her pregnancy. “Brant would have every FBI agent, police officer, and private investigator in the country searching for us.” As well as some less-savory bounty hunters.

“Brant’s rich, not omnipotent. He doesn’t have that much pull.”

He had more pull than Bianca liked to admit. He was already placing his own people in the government, making alliances that would help him later. “If I took Dirk, and Brant found me . . .” She didn’t think he’d actually have her killed, but she didn’t want to test the theory or find out how much revenge he’d exact. “He wouldn’t just take Dirk away from me. He’d take the baby, too.”

And if the baby was a boy, Brant would train him to be a dragon lord. What would her second son’s chances of survival be against artillery and tanks?

Ruth’s eyes were still on her, heavy with sympathy. “There’s got to be something you can do.”

Bianca smoothed out the envelope on her lap. “Maybe I’m worried about nothing. I might be having a girl.”

Ruth let out a sigh, letting Bianca know she’d missed the point. “And having a girl would somehow erase your marriage problems?”

Bianca didn’t answer. Before she could think about it anymore, she opened the envelope. Let it be a girl, she thought, and took hold of the slip of paper.

One sentence was written on the paper: Congratulations, you’re having a boy!

A son.

Oh no.

A wave of dizziness swept over Bianca. She put her hand to her mouth and tried to breathe. Her eyes stung, watered.

“Are those relieved tears or upset tears?” Ruth asked. “What is it?”

A death sentence, Bianca thought. He’ll fight armies, face gunfire and missiles. Both of her children would end up dead.

Ruth took the paper from her hand and read it. Instead of slumping into the couch like Bianca was doing, she sat straighter. “You don’t have to stay with Brant. Take Dirk and go to a safe house.”

The room felt like it was closing in. The future already seemed to be twisting away from her, changing into something dark and perilous. Bianca shook her head wearily. “Brant has too many connections. He’d find out where the safe houses are.”

Ruth was undeterred. “Then go somewhere else, somewhere he won’t suspect.” She pulled her cellphone from her pocket and opened her contact list. “My brother lives in North Carolina. He’s single and lives in a four-bedroom house, so he has plenty of room. You and Dirk can stay there until you get back on your feet.”

The offer made Bianca laugh. Not happy laughter; disbelieving laughter. “Your brother would take in a stranger with a dangerous ex who’s looking for her?”

“Wesley’s a great guy. He’ll understand.” Ruth began texting. “Really, you’ll like him. And maybe living with him for a while will show you what normal men are supposed to be like.”

Bianca couldn’t run with Dirk; Brant wouldn’t calmly accept that sort of loss. Especially since Dirk was the only other dragon lord around. Brant would have people investigating every friend Bianca had ever made. And he would become increasingly violent in his methods of finding information.

If Bianca wanted to escape her marriage and protect her unborn child, she’d have to do it without Dirk. This knowledge had haunted her for the last four months, rearing its head every time she wondered about the baby’s gender. Now she felt the weight of the decision suffocating her.

“I have to go alone.” Bianca’s words were no more than a choked whisper. “He’ll let me go if he doesn’t know about the baby.” She gulped, and her hands tightened around the envelope, crumpling it. “After he’s born and I make sure he’s safe, maybe I’ll be able to . . .” Figure out a way Brant couldn’t track her down. Find a place beyond his reach. “To come back and take Dirk.” It was a faint hope, a plan that would endanger both her and the baby, but right now, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing Dirk altogether. It was hard enough to think of not seeing him until after the baby was born.

Ruth fingered her phone, clearly unhappy with Bianca’s decision. “When you come back, Brant might not let you spend any time alone with Dirk. He might suspect your intentions.”

He probably would, but Bianca would have to deal with that problem later. She had no choice but to leave, not unless she wanted both of her sons dead. She might or might not be able to protect Dirk from Brant’s plans, but she could still protect this baby.

Ruth’s phone buzzed with a text. She glanced down at it and smiled. “Wesley says, ‘sure’. I told you he was a great guy.”

Good. Then it was decided. Bianca took the doctor’s note from Ruth and tore it into pieces. She couldn’t leave any evidence of the baby, no matter how slight the chance Brant would find it. “I’ll go to North Carolina,” she said. “I need to leave right away. Today.” She had some money hidden away and could withdraw a few thousand in cash from the bank to tide her over. “This evening, I’ll call Brant and tell him to pick up Dirk here. I’ll tell him that I want a separation, and that I need time to think things over by myself for a few months.” She’d have to get rid of her cell phone so he couldn’t trace her. What else did she need to do?

“Are you sure you can be ready to leave so soon?” Ruth asked.

“I have to,” Bianca said. “If I let myself take time to think about going, I won’t be able to do it.” She got up and made her way to Thomas’s room.

She found the boys on the floor, surrounded by stuffed animals. “I thought you were killing monsters,” she said. Her voice sounded too high, unnatural.

“These are the monsters’ hostages,” Dirk said.

A five-year-old shouldn’t know what hostages were. One more thing to thank Brant for. “You said I could stay longer,” Dirk said with a frown. “It isn’t longer yet.”

“I know,” she said. “I have to go somewhere, so I’m leaving you here for a while.”

Leaving you, leaving you. Would those be the words he remembered when she’d gone?

“Okay.” He turned back to Thomas and the stuffed animals.

She knelt on the floor beside him. “Give me a hug goodbye.”

He wrapped his arms around her neck. She cried despite herself and couldn’t let him go.

“You’re squeezing me,” he protested.

“Sorry.” She released him and wiped at her tears. It was a hopeless task. More tears came.

Dirk saw her face and his blue eyes went wide. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Sometimes mommies just cry.”

He watched her, probably debating whether to believe her. She took deep breaths and did her best to compose herself. She’d have plenty of time to fall apart later. She needed to be strong for a few more minutes.

“I want you to remember two things,” she said. “Can you do that?”

He nodded solemnly.

She reached out for his hand, felt his small fingers wrapping around hers. She wanted to engrave the memory of this moment into her mind so she’d never forget it. She held up one finger. “I love you.” She held up a second. “And I’ll come back for you. Will you remember those two things?”

He nodded again.

She gave his hand one last squeeze. “I love you, and I’ll come back for you.” Then she stood up and left.

 

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Only one thing could ruin a night of soaring on a dragon, and that was Dirk’s assignment: scouting military bases in Maryland for possible attack. Bases weren’t shown on public record satellite images, and his father wanted photographs of them to analyze. While Dirk was out, he was also supposed to decide on a couple of east coast cities to cripple during their first strike.

Choosing them was harder than he expected. He’d been mulling over cities all night and still hadn’t come up with a single one that would satisfy his conscience. He couldn’t use the dragon’s electromagnetic pulse on Philadelphia or New York. Both had too many people, which meant too much suffering. But even smaller cities had hospitals. If all of the electronics in a city were fried, anyone on life support would die within minutes. The point of the first strike wouldn’t be to kill, but to instill fear, show what the dragons could inflict even without landing.

He took a turn around Baltimore’s business district. Perhaps he could purposely miss the hospitals. But a partial strike would tick off his father. He’d call it sloppy work.

Dirk circled the city one last time and then decided to check out some areas near DC. On a whim, he leapt off the dragon and flew on his own. He had to make sure his flying skills didn’t get rusty, and besides, he enjoyed the sensation of speed and the feel of wind rushing around him.

He gave Khan the mental command to fly ahead and used the updraft to gain height. Head southwest, *he told the dragon. The words were directed from Dirk’s mind to Khan’s. Speaking wouldn’t have done any good. Dragons didn’t obey their masters because they wanted to. They did it because dragon lords connected with their minds—mentally hacking into their brains and forcing the dragon to obey their commands.

Dirk could feel Khan’s frustration at the new instruction. He’d been flying fast for nearly three hours, and Dirk had just told him to fly away from home instead of toward it.

For an hour, Dirk and Khan zoomed over lit-up cities, sleepy suburbs, and dark land that looked like a messy quilt. Farms maybe, or parks. When he grew tired, he climbed back onto the riding seat tethered to the dragon’s back. He should probably start acting like a dragon lord again. Time to figure out which cities to suggest to his father. Dirk let several possibilities run through his mind, judging each on importance and strategic location. Population. Resources. Transportation routes.

The city that kept popping into his mind was McLean, Virginia. Not for potential destruction, but because Tori Hampton lived there. Tori, his counterpart.

Years ago when Dirk had first gone to camp, he’d seen the Slayers match up with their counterparts. People with the same dragon-fighting ability had a bond, a way to read each other as though they’d known each other their whole lives. They could also sense each other’s presence. Knowing where your counterpart was and what they were likely to do helped in a fight.

Dirk had always figured he couldn’t have a counterpart. After all, he wasn’t a Slayer; he was a dragon lord pretending to be one so he could spy on them. But then Tori had arrived at camp—a senator’s daughter, a socialite with a model’s face, the last sort of person he’d expected to be a Slayer. And inexplicably, the two of them were counterparts. It was one of those surprises life liked to throw at you when you thought you had things under control.

Dirk was so used to living a double life that he’d never expected anyone to see beyond the act he put on, let alone understand him. But Tori had understood him too well. She’d stolen his heart with unintentional ease, then figured out who he was and told the other Slayers.

Boston. Chicago. McLean. It would be so easy to fly to her house for a visit.

Dirk hadn’t seen her for two weeks, not since the mission when Tori outed him as a dragon lord, but she still messaged him online. Mostly trying to convince him to leave his father. A lost cause, really.

Fortunately, he didn’t need to rely on technology to contact Tori. She was not only a Slayer, she was half dragon lord which meant she automatically connected to whichever dragon she was closest to. Specifically, she heard whatever it did. Living in McLean, she was generally closest to the dragon nursery, and he’d learned from trial and error that of the two fledglings there, she always connected to Vesta. But if Dirk flew near her house, she’d connect to Khan. Then Dirk could speak aloud, and she would hear anything he said.

He headed that way, letting his mind roam to Tori: Her long brown hair, mint-green eyes, the tilt of her head that made her look both sophisticated and vulnerable. He knew her every expression, including the smile that had been just his, a smile she’d given him even when she’d started dating Jesse.

Thirty minutes later, Dirk was ten miles from McLean. Close enough by far for Tori to connect with Khan. The city lay below him, the streetlights lit like candles glowing in the darkness. Only a few cars lumbered through the streets. Most people were asleep at this hour. He skimmed through the air, feeling like Peter Pan about to stop at Wendy’s window.

In the story, Peter lost his shadow at Wendy’s, and he went back to search for it. That part had never made sense to Dirk as a child, but it did now. Tori had a piece of Dirk too. Not his shadow. Nothing so insubstantial.

He flew toward an area of McLean dotted with mansions and sprawling yards. “Tori, wake up. I have a proposition for you.” He couldn’t be sure she was awake, but he went on. “I’m not far from your house. If I come in range, will you fly out to meet me?”

Tori’s powers, like those of all Slayers and dragon lords, turned on whenever a dragon came within five miles. Then she could fly, had extra strength, and had night vision.

“I want to talk,” he said. “I want to show you what a dragon is really like. Give me your answer.”

He took his phone from his pocket, went to the site where they exchanged messages, and waited to see if she would answer. After a moment, she did.

I already know what a dragon is like, thanks. Why are you flying around in the middle of the night?

He ignored her question. “I mean I want to show you what a dragon is like when he isn’t attacking you. They’re amazing, Tor—sleek and powerful. If you gave yourself a chance, you’d love them. You’re half dragon lord. This is what you were born for.”

He waited for her response to show up, hoping she’d say yes. The two of them could sail over the city, effortlessly gliding underneath the stars, and forget they were enemies for a while.

I’m pretty sure I was born for travel, chocolate, and sleeping in. You keep telling me I’m part dragon lord, but we couldn’t be counterparts unless you were part Slayer. Why can’t you be loyal to that side for a change?

Dirk wasn’t sure she was right. At least, his father didn’t want to admit that Dirk’s genealogy, or worse, his own, might be contaminated with Slayer genes. Dirk repeated his father’s explanation to Tori.

”The original Slayers and dragon lords both used dragon DNA to create their powers. That’s why the two groups have similar abilities.” Slayers weren’t the only ones with extra strength, night vision, and if they were lucky, the ability to fly. Dragon lords had all of those abilities too. “Crossover in other areas was bound to happen. If more dragon lords were around, some of them would probably have counterparts too.”

He had no way to test that theory, because he and his father were the only other dragon lords around.

“Say you’ll meet me,” Dirk persisted.

Did I ever mention that your last dragon tried to eat me?

“I’ll make sure this one behaves.”

Right. I’m not even sure you’d behave.

He laughed and missed Tori all over again. “I’ll make sure I behave too. When I come close enough that your powers turn on, fly out of your window, straight up. I’ll watch for you.”

Her words appeared on his phone screen fast now. Each sentence by itself. Dirk could tell she was angry.

I can’t fly off with you at three in the morning for a. rendezvous.

You seem to have forgotten that we’re on opposite sides of the whole your-father-wants-to-take-over-the-country issue.

You already betrayed us and tried to lead us into traps, twice.

How can I trust you anymore?

He winced. He didn’t like to remember his betrayals. Last summer he’d led the Slayers into an ambush in a dragon enclosure. In the middle of the fight, he’d had a change of heart, and he got them back out again—a fact that made his father set up the second ambush last Halloween. That was when Tori had figured out who he was.

“I was trying to protect the Slayers, not hurt them.” Dirk had told Tori the same thing before, but she refused to see his point of view. “If they lose their powers, they won’t fight dragons and get hurt. Do you think I want to see my friends killed?”

In theory, taking away Slayer powers should have been an easy thing. When Slayer were drugged to the point of unconsciousness, the brain pathways controlling their abilities were destroyed, turning them into normal people again. What’s more, a Slayer who’d been drugged lost all of their Slayer memories. They didn’t remember ever having powers.

The problem was that Slayers had highly acute senses even when their powers weren’t turned on. They could tell when someone around them had a spike of adrenaline that signaled fear or an impending attack. It was hard to take a Slayer by surprise.

“I’ve never wanted you to lose your powers,” Dirk insisted. “I want you to start using your dragon lord ones. Come out, and I can show you how.”

Maybe you want to kidnap me. That way you’ll eliminate one of the flyers who can kill your dragons.

“I’m not leading you into a trap. I’m your counterpart. You’d know if I were lying.”

I didn’t before.

“Yes, you did. That’s how I got caught.”

Well, I couldn’t tell the first time.

Dirk kept Khan in a circling pattern. The dragon glided, wings outstretched over winding roads. “You hadn’t known me long enough yet.”

I spent most of the summer with you at camp and never realized you were a traitor.

He didn’t answer right away. He wasn’t sure whether to admit that after the first ambush, he’d switched sides. He hadn’t been pretending at camp. His loyalties really had been with the Slayers then. But when summer ended, common sense kicked in again. He was a dragon lord. With or without his help, his father would take over the country. So Dirk had to help. His father’s revolution would be less violent and more humane if Dirk had a part in it.

“Well,” he said, “you apparently learned how to tell when I’m being deceitful. You’d know now.”

She didn’t answer for a full minute. He imagined her sitting in the darkness of her bedroom, her long hair messy with sleep as she stared at her screen, debating.

“Come,” he whispered.

I’m not a dragon lord. Not if they’re like your father—playing God with other people’s lives. I can’t do what you’re doing.

“Come,” he said again. “Maybe you can convince me the error of my ways. I’ll let you try.”

If you want to talk, let me choose the time and place. And I can already tell you that it won’t be three in the morning. What are you doing flying around Virginia anyway?

Was she fishing for information—something to pass on to the Slayers? He couldn’t give any hint of the coming attacks, or of the cities that would be affected. Otherwise the Slayers would be waiting.

“It has to be now. I can’t hear your voice, so I can’t tell whether you’re lying. If I let you choose the time and place, you would almost certainly lead me into a trap.”

You don’t trust me, but you expect me to trust you?

“You can hear my voice.”

That doesn’t mean I can trust you.

He thought she’d finished writing, and he was forming a response, when she added, That will always be our problem, won’t it? How can we trust each other?

Maybe their counterpart senses worked better over large distances than he’d thought. He knew she wouldn’t ever come and meet him, if for no other reason than to make a point that she didn’t trust him anymore—punishment for his betrayal.

He’d offered her a chance to meet a dragon: to touch it, to fly on its back and see the world how it should be seen, but she’d turned him down to make a point.

He shut off his phone and slid it into his pocket. “I’ll let you get back to bed.” He turned the dragon away from McLean, cutting a quick line into the night air. “While you fall back asleep, remember this. Last summer, I helped you destroy my own dragon instead of letting it kill the Slayers. And on Halloween, I could have kidnapped you when we were together, but I let you return to the Slayers. And then I saved all of your lives by warning you that a dragon was about to attack your plane. You have more reasons to trust me than I have to trust you. But I’m the one who made you the offer tonight, and you’re the one who refused it.”

She probably had a reply to that. He didn’t check his phone to see it. That was one of the only benefits of these one-way conversations. He could always have the last word.

He flew back toward Pennsylvania, toward the dragon enclosure hidden in the middle of forest land. This time as he deliberated over cities again, he considered them with less compassion. His father thought Philadelphia was a strategic choice. Fine. Philadelphia would be city number one. He’d avoid as many hospitals as possible, and the rest of the population would have a firsthand look at how the colonials once lived.

Maybe he’d make McLean his second choice. Let Tori live without electricity for a while. It was petty he knew, vengeful.

Then again, he was his father’s son.

 

Chapter 2

 

By the time Dirk walked into the house, his temper had worn off, and he was worrying again that crippling Philadelphia was too much for a first strike. He found his father sitting in the living room, maps spread in front of him, waiting for a report.

Dirk sat down beside his father, noting the map and the cities circled on it.

“Did you have any trouble with the military bases?” his father asked.

“No.” Dirk put the camera on the table. Dragon scales absorbed radar, so none of the equipment on the base had detected him coming or going.

His father picked up the camera and reviewed the pictures. “I’ve decided you should hit New York City on the first night. That’ll throw a wrench in the machinery of world trading. Which reminds me, I need to move my stocks to Tokyo.”

Dirk hid his reaction, didn’t let any emotion show as he thought of the eight million people who lived in New York City. How many hospitals were there in a place that big? Was it even possible to avoid them all? He picked up one of the pencils and tapped it against the table. “Strategically speaking, I don’t think New York should be first on our strike list.”

“New York is the largest city in the country.” His father spoke with exaggerated patience, as if he didn’t like explaining the obvious. “More people live there than in most states. If you combined Wyoming, Vermont, Alaska, both Dakotas, Delaware, Montana, Rhode Island, and Maine, their populations would still be smaller than New York City. It is one of the most, if not the most, important targets. Unless we take it out the first night, the government will send anti-aircraft to protect it.”

“Which is why we leave it alone,” Dirk countered. “As long as New York is functioning, the government will have to protect it. They’ll tie up a large portion of troops and artillery there. If we take New York out first, the government will spread those troops out around the rest of the country, making it harder to strike other areas. Besides, we want to keep the most productive cities functioning. We’ll need the profits.”

His father considered the argument. “You make valid points.” He put the camera down and sent Dirk an approving look. “You may yet become another Alexander.”

His father’s standard for military genius had long been Alexander the Great. More than once, his father had told him how Julius Caesar wept when he turned thirty-one, because Alexander had conquered so much more territory by that age. Dirk’s father always ended the story by saying, “but you will best them both. You’ll help take down the most powerful country on earth before you turn twenty.”

Dirk was two months shy of eighteen. His father was ahead of schedule.

Dirk leaned over the maps, noting that Boston was circled. So were Chicago, Atlanta, and Baltimore. “I think we should hit small targets at first. Our goal is to instill fear, not destroy the places we want to control.”

His father returned his attention to the map, making notations next to port cities. “We need to show a force of power. Japan didn’t surrender in World War II after normal bombing raids. It took two—not one—atomic bombs to convince Japan that they couldn’t win. Do you think they would have surrendered if the US had dropped those bombs on small villages?”

“Maybe,” Dirk said. “The Japanese would have seen the bombs’ power either way.”

His father let out a scoff, indicating that he didn’t think Japan would have been so reasonable. “The bombs were a good thing because they ended the war, ended all of the killings. Fewer than a quarter of a million people died in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Sixty million died from the other effects of the war. The same principle will be true when we rule. The country will suffer losses during the first attacks, but in the long run, everyone will be better off.”

When his father talked about the revolution, he always insisted the country would be better off in the long run, and usually Dirk believed him. That was harder to do tonight with the memory of flying over cities fresh in his mind.

His father leaned back in his chair, surveying Dirk. “Which cities do you suggest?”

“Philadelphia and Florence, South Carolina.”

“Florence?” his father repeated. “I’ve never even heard of it. What strategic advantage would it give us?”

“Taking out a small city will instill more fear. If we only hit big cities, everyone else will think they’re safe. They’ll be more defiant. If we take out a small city, people will realize that no one is safe. Anyone could lose their technology.”

His father nodded. “True.” He moved the map of the east coast, revealing a map of the United States beneath it. “But it’s more important to obtain our strongholds during the first strike.” He tapped his pencil against the western coastline. “I’ll have troops waiting on both sides of the country. Boston, Baltimore, and Norfolk, Virginia will give them footholds in the east, and Seattle and Portland in the northwest. The southwest will be more complicated.”

Complicated because his father didn’t have a dragon enclosure there. He’d built facilities to house and hide his dragons in the Midwest, the East, and the wooded West, but hadn’t bothered with the Southwest. Most of the land there was too open, barren of trees and cover. Attacks in that part of the country would have to be launched from their Oregon base.

“We need to take out the military bases in California on the first night.” He circled Vandenberg and Edwards. “I don’t know if it’s worth pushing Khan up to Portland after we’ve taken care of California. I don’t want to overtire him.”

“When will you take Khan to the West?” Dirk asked. That move would signal that the attacks were about to start.

His father’s gaze left the map and examined Dirk’s expression. Dirk tried to look only interested, not worried.

After a moment of scrutiny, his father returned his attention to California. “You don’t need to know those details right now.”

Message received: Dirk’s father still didn’t completely trust him. Ever since he’d freed his friends from the dragon enclosure last summer, his father had treated him like an employee—giving him as few details as possible, always questioning his loyalty.

And his father didn’t even know that Dirk had warned the Slayers about the second dragon attack. If his father ever figured out that bit of deception, he’d never let Dirk go near the dragons again.

No, that wasn’t true. Dirk’s father wanted his help, needed it so he could attack multiple fronts. Dirk was the only other person in the family who had the power to control dragons. Bridgett, his half-sister, had no powers. Girls typically didn’t. Tori probably had them only because her Slayer genes somehow gave her access to her dragon lord abilities as well.

But he wouldn’t be his father’s only son for long. His stepmother, Cassie, was pregnant with a boy. If Dirk didn’t prove his loyalty, then in another decade or so, he’d be replaced.

“If you don’t need me for anything else,” Dirk said, standing, “I’ll go to bed.” After all, if his father wouldn’t share details, he couldn’t expect Dirk to stick around.

His father looked as if he wanted to protest, but remained silent.

Dirk went up the stairs, flying so his footsteps didn’t wake his sister or stepmother. He paused in front of Bridgett’s room. She was only seven years old. Too young to realize any of what was going on.

He continued down the hallway, wishing he had someone to talk to. No one understood his divided loyalties or the frustration that came from having no one who trusted him. Worst of all was the feeling that he’d lose no matter what. Someday he would have to fight the Slayers, his friends, and he was powerless to stop any of it from happening.

When he got to his bedroom, he kicked off his shoes in the general direction of the closet. He didn’t turn on the light. No need; he could still see in the dark. His phone had died during the flight home, so he plugged it into the charger on the desk. His gaze fell on his computer. Tori had probably written him back.

He told himself to ignore her and go to bed, but somehow found himself sitting at the desk and logging on. She was the person who came closest to understanding him. Maybe that was the real reason he couldn’t let her go.

A new message from Tori sat at the top of his notifications. I do think about you saving us—and I’m grateful for it. Really grateful. I know you have good intentions, and you don’t want to hurt anybody. That’s why I don’t understand why you’re staying with your father. You can still come back and join the Slayers. Dr. B would find a place for you to live. I want you to come back.

Her words melted him, made him want to fly straight to McLean and spend the rest of the night talking to her. But he couldn’t go back to the Slayers. Not now. He’d turned his friends into enemies, and although Tori was blind to that fact, he wasn’t. The Slayers would never forgive him for what he’d done or who he was, and they would certainly never trust him again. Seeing them would only be a painful reminder.

He wrote back: You only feel the way you do because you went to a Slayer camp and trained to kill dragons. If I’d found you first and taught you about dragons, you wouldn’t be trying to destroy them. You’d be looking for ways to protect them. Don’t you think you owe it to yourself to learn about your dragon-lord half before you decide what you do with the rest of your life?

She probably wouldn’t answer for a while. She had most likely gone to sleep after sending the message, but just in case, he would leave the screen open while getting ready for bed. As he pushed his chair away from the desk, he noticed his father standing behind him, hovering a few inches off the ground. He had silently flown into the room, and was now reading over Dirk’s shoulder.

“You still talk to her?” His father managed to sound both amused and reproachful. “Passing along secrets?”

“Of course not.” Dirk hid the spike of panic gripping him. Had anything in Tori’s messages revealed how he’d warned her about the second dragon attack? He skimmed the screen. No, her reply said only that she was grateful he’d saved them. She could have been talking about the time he’d let them out of the dragon enclosure and saved them from losing their powers.

His father shouldered his way closer to the computer, and then scrolled through the rest of the messages, reading each one.

Irritation flared through Dirk. “Do you mind? That’s a private conversation.” Tori’s texts showed only half of most conversations. Dirk had been speaking for many of them, not writing. Still, he nearly turned off the monitor on his father. He only stopped himself because doing so would make him look like he was hiding something.

His father ignored his protest and kept reading. Dirk had already erased most of their earlier conversations, a precaution he was suddenly glad he’d taken. His father wouldn’t be happy to know how often he and Tori had talked over the last couple weeks.

When his father finished reading, he straightened. “Why did you ask Tori to meet you tonight? What game are you playing?”

“She’s a dragon lord,” Dirk said. “I want to convince her to join our side. Didn’t the messages make that clear?” He turned off the computer and stood up. “She knows what side I’m on. I wonder why you don’t.”

His father relaxed his stance, pleased with Dirk’s reaction, pleased with this new evidence of his loyalty. “Well . . .” his father said, lengthening the word while he thought. “I admit that having another dragon lord around would be helpful. But Tori seems to think she can turn you into Slayer. How do I know she’s not right?”

“Because I’m still here. If I wanted to switch sides and leave, I could have done it tonight.”

“She asked how you justified your actions,” his father said, referring to one of their earlier conversations. “What did you tell her?” He’d figured out that when only Tori wrote, Dirk had been talking to her near a dragon.

“I told her sometimes you need a revolution to improve a civilization.”

“True enough.” Dirk’s father nodded. “But you shouldn’t bother with justifications. Alexander didn’t depend on votes to obtain his power. No one elected Genghis Khan. Men of action conquer. Plain and simple. You and I have dragon DNA. Nature gave us the ability to conquer, and that gives us the right to do it.”

“Tori isn’t a fan of Genghis Khan or Alexander the Great. Go figure. She needs better reasons.”

His father glanced at the computer as though he could still see Tori’s messages there. When he spoke again, his voice was neutral; the tone he used when concealing his thoughts. “Perhaps you’re right, and we’ll find a way to bring Tori to our side. I won’t forbid you from trying as long as you keep me informed.” A smile spread across his lips, one that was calculating. “Perhaps I’ll even think of a way to help you.”

Dirk bristled. Maybe it was because of his father’s smile. It made his words seem sinister. “Don’t,” he said. “Let me handle her. I know how her mind works, and you—well, you’ve already tried to kill her twice.”

His father held his hands up, conceding the point. “And I’m beginning to see the folly of that strategy. You’re right—if we’d found a way to engage her dragon lord side instead of triggering her Slayer instincts, things might be very different now.” He let his hands drop, then tapped one against the side of his leg, still thinking, doing more of whatever calculations were running through his mind. “Perhaps it’s not too late.” Another smile. “Have you thought about the fact that if the two of you married, your children would all be dragon lords, even your daughters?”

Dirk stared at him in surprise, unsure how to answer. Was he serious? Plotting something? If so, what? It seemed weird that in one conversation, his father had gone from hating Tori to discussing the benefits of marrying her. Dirk had always figured that if he did persuade Tori to switch sides, his father would need just as much persuasion to trust her.

“Stop looking so suspicious,” his father said with a laugh. “I’m allowed to change my mind once in a while.” He held up a hand, making a pledge. “I promise I won’t try to kill Tori again. Unless, of course, it’s really warranted.”

“Thanks,” Dirk said, still guarded. Perhaps his father was just changing tactics. Perhaps he wanted Dirk to set up a meeting with Tori so he could capture her. Is that why he wanted to be kept informed?

His father must have seen the doubt. He let out a sigh and went toward the door. “It’s been a long night, and we both need sleep. Just promise to do your part in the revolution, and I won’t care who you choose for a girlfriend. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Dirk said. But despite his father’s words, he was more worried about Tori’s safety than he had been before.

 

.99 sale for The Girl Who Heard Demons–and reviews

I probably should have mentioned before now that the ebook for The Girl Who Heard Demons is on sale for .99 Here’s the link. Hurry and go buy it because it won’t be on sale for much longer: https://www.amazon.com/Girl-Who-Heard-Demons-ebook/dp/B01BCD1VQ0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1469562229&sr=1-1&keywords=janette+rallison#navbar

(I’m not sure why my blog isn’t letting me do a nice clean link, but oh well, sorry. It’s long and messy.)

This book has had some interesting patterns of review. Two things pop up over and over again in the reviews. 1) People who said they were hesitant to read the book because of the title, but went ahead and read it because they’d liked my other books.

On one hand, my first thought is: Man, I really should have used a different title because apparently the one I used turned off a ton of people. (My quirky sidekick Maureen pressed long and hard for me to use something different. In fact, she sent me several lists of possible titles.) On the other hand, I purposely used the word demons in the title because I was afraid that if I didn’t warn people that this wasn’t my typical romantic comedy, (Although it’s definitely a romance and there are some funny lines.) when they opened the book and found out that in the first scene the main character is awakened in the middle of the night by demons, they would be really upset with me.

Maybe fair warning is overrated. Maybe I should have just surprised everyone. But no, I kept thinking of that woman who came up to me at a conference and thanked me for writing clean books. “I give them to my twelve-year-old daughter without reading them first.”

I didn’t want to give that poor girl nightmares if say, she happened to be squeamish.

So anyway, if you’ve been avoiding the book because you think it’s a horror book and will be really scary, no, no it isn’t.

The second comment that is showing up in a lot of the reviews is: I started reading this book before bedtime and couldn’t put it down. I didn’t go too sleep until three.

To that I say: Thanks! That’s the best compliment you can give an author. (But you started a demon book late at night? You are indeed either trusting or brave.)

The thing that’s surprised me about the reviews is that most people who’ve read the book were Janette Rallison fans to begin with. I was sort of expecting to get a bunch of angry horror fans who saw the title, thought it would be Stephen King-ish, and then were disappointed that the book had religious overtones. (The demons and angels in the book are those found in religion, instead of new creations like Cassandra Clare’s books.)

I’ve only gotten one of those reviews. Which I guess is good news and bad news. I mean, no one wants bad reviews, but on the other hand we all want book sales.

 

Slayers 3 heading to proofreaders today

I apologize for being AWOL. When I got the copy edits for Slayers: Playing With Fire, I thought I would spend a few days going through them, send them to the proofreaders, and then happily announce the release date.

Then I opened the copy editor’s file.

She’d made–I’m not kidding– 1,735 comments on the manuscripts. That wasn’t the sentences she changed, that was just the comments she made about the manuscript. She changed, it seemed (I didn’t count) about every third sentence. And I’m not talking about adding commas, I’m talking about her switching sentences around and rewording things and pointing out that I had overused words. (Which I had. My characters love to do things for a moment. For a moment he considered her words. He stared at her for a moment. What can I say, they live each moment and I feel the need to tell the reader about each one.)

 

So that’s what I’ve been doing every moment for the last two weeks.

In other news, I’m  now two weeks behind in every other deadline I have.

Cover weigh in–Revenge of the Cheerleaders

After hours of sifting through unusable cheerleader pics (Cheerleader pictures only come in two forms peppy and seductive) the amazing Ruth Nickle has come up with this cover for Revenge of the Cheerleaders ebook. What do you think? Any tweaks you’d suggest? I’m including a smaller image too, because it will show up small on Amazon.

Lessons learned from the Wright Brothers.

I’m listening to the book The Wright Brothers by David McCullough. I have to admit that I’ve developed an odd across-time crush on Wilbur. Okay, maybe crush isn’t the right word. I just want to hang out with him. He was not only brilliant, he had such impeccable character. And he was a good writer. It’s probably for the best that time travel isn’t possible. I would be some annoying fan girl trying to win his approval.

Anyway, that’s not the point of this post. The point is that I’d never realized before how hard it was for Orville and Wilbur to invent the airplane. I won’t relate all of their trials, but one year at Kitty Hawk they were deluged by swarms of mosquitoes so thick they had to wrap up  in blankets in the sweltering heat. They alternated between sweating and being eaten alive for a couple of days.

See, if  it were up to me, dreams of the airplane would have died right there. I don’t do swarms of hungry mosquitoes.

In the first years after they’d invented the airplane, the government ignored their attempts to sell it and the press accused them of lying about it. They ran into wall after wall for a long time.

I don’t know why this surprises me. I guess I figured that for some people success is easy. But easy success seems more often to be the exception than the rule. For most of us, we’ve got to face the metaphorical mosquitoes.

The problem with being a clean writer

While writing How I Met Your Brother, I wrote a scene where the main character and her ex-best friend have a confrontation. In it, the ex-best friend is furious and she calls the main character a name. Due to her rage, it’s a bad name.

I wrote this post on facebook:

Moral dilemma. I’m writing an adult book instead of my usual YA–although I’m sure a lot of teen readers will read the book. I have one character angrily call someone a backstabbing whore. Is whore too strong of a word? I have so many mothers tell me that they hand my books to their twelve year old daughters without reading them first because they trust me. I’m honored, but at the same time, sometimes that sort of trust is hard to live up to. Bad characters say bad things. On the other hand, authors don’t have to put those words in their readers minds. I’m wondering if whore should be on that list. Thoughts?

I got a lot of comments ranging from, “I think it’s fine. Kids hear much worse at school.” to “You’re going to burn in someplace hot.”

Okay, I made up that last comment.  Here’s a real one: Why are you having a character call another character such names? I don’t know your work, but this is a major turnoff for me. Too vitriolic.

I understand  people who want clean books. I don’t swear myself, so really, I get it. I’m always telling would-be authors to avoid swearing if at all possible. Swearing limits your audience. Some people won’t read books with swearing, but no one has ever written me to say that my books could have used more cursing.

I guess I was just wondering if people considered the word ‘whore’ in the same category as swearing. Apparently many people do.

But this whole thing highlights one of the major difficulties for clean writers. Many people in the world don’t have our values. Villains especially don’t have our values. In some books, I write about characters who kill other people. I don’t condone that behavior. I’m not encouraging it. Just like I’m not encouraging anyone to call someone a backstabbing whore. If we wrote stories and pretended that everyone had our values, our stories would ring false. Plus they’d be very boring. Everyone would try to get along.

But then again, where does one draw the line of acceptability? As authors, we bend reality by the very nature of writing. We don’t write scenes where people go to the bathroom, pick their nose or flatulent. Those details aren’t needed and no one wants to read them. Do we need to put in swearing to be authentic?

Also, I can write about killing someone, and I haven’t really become a murderer. But if I swear in a book, I’ve really done it. Which is why I don’t swear in books. Well, that, and my children would never let me live it down. But is name calling the same? Where does one draw that line? Is skank acceptable but  whore isn’t? Why do we have stronger reactions to some words than we do to other words that mean the same thing?

At this point you may be wondering if I decided to use the word in question or not. So here’s the truth.

Today while writing, I realized the plot needed some changes, and I cut the scene.Yep. Turns out I didn’t need to open that can of worms on Facebook at all.

So, carry on internet folks, carry on. All is well.