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February 6, 2019
Enter Lincoln’s Raffle!
Here’s the rundown of goodies:
These Knight Earrings
So these are called knights, but I think they could also pass as demons in a pinch. Which is quite apt, considering how Lincoln is a knight and fights-slash-falls-for a demon. Yay!
I’m a Fucking Angel… the Mug!
I do so love sarcastic mugs. This giveaway item marries two of my favorite themes: cute design with sailor-style swearing. Go evil mug makers everywhere! I support your business.
Knight Coin Pendant
This is a reproduction coin from Czechoslovakia because WHY NOT! Plus, have you been to Prague? It’s basically frozen in the middle ages, just like the thrax. Enter to win this cute coin pendant!
The Book!!!
What raffle would be complete without a free Book? In this case it’s LINCOLN, either in print or ebook format, The romance. The Lincoln!
So there it is; the Lincoln raffle. If you need the link again to enter, it’s here. And if you want to find out more about the book, click on one of the retailer links below!
Find Out More: Amazon / Barnes & Noble / Kobo / iBooks / Googleplay
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February 2, 2019
On Writing: Tips & Tricks for World Building
Tip #1…
Pick a language base for the groups of people in your world
OK, so I got this one from Tolkien. Language drives so much of a world, it isn’t even funny. How a character speaks gives you a structure for their name and the places around them. Plus, it can also help inspire their history as well. In Angelbound, the Thrax were partially based on ancient Roman gladiators, so their language was Latin. In Maxon, the Elementals were based on the Finnish language. There were also elements of the Kalevala myth in there too, which is a Finnish classic. So far in Beholder, I’m using Swahili and German.
PRO TIP: Google Translate is awesome here. There are also about a million web sites for baby names by culture.
Tip #2…
Make Pinterest boards for key characters and places
It’s also important to have a Pinterest board of cool stuff that you find inspiring in general. For me, that board is hidden. My public boards are here. Sarah J Maas has some cool boards that you may want to check out as well.
PRO TIP: Visit Pinterest if you haven’t already.
Tip #3…
Use a writing tool like Scrivener
This allows you to organize research, move chapters around easily, and in general be a badass. You won’t realize how much you’ve been craving it until you give it a try. I put all my ‘world bibles’ (lists of names, places and descriptions) in here, too.
PRO TIP: Check out Scrivener here.
So that’s it…my favorite tools and tricks. Hope you found them helpful!
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DUTY BOUND is FREE !!!
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Duty Bound
Prequel Book .5, Angelbound Origins
By Christina Bauer
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Don’t miss this prequel novella to the best-selling Angelbound, told from Prince Lincoln’s point of view!
As the High Prince of the demon-fighting thrax, Lincoln knows he must marry for political gain. Not that he minds. For all of his eighteen years, Lincoln’s been bound to his duty. Fighting demons is his life, and he’s never given romance a second thought. Instead, the High Prince lives for the days when he leaves his hidden realm to fight demons on Earth.
Then, everything changes.
Lincoln and his nobles become forced to visit Purgatory, the home of quasi-demons (who are mostly human with a bit of demonic DNA). Here Lincoln spies Myla Lewis, a lady warrior who enflames his heart, ignites his interest, and inspires his respect. Trouble is, Myla’s also a quasi. By thrax law, Lincoln must kill anything demonic—not date them. For the first time in his life, Lincoln wonders if he’ll follow his duty…or heed the demands of his heart.
Publisher’s Note: Christina Bauer is a non-linear thinker who came up with ARMAGEDDON and then went back and wrote some earlier books. This is why you’ll see ARMAGEDDON (Book 7) and the Offspring series available before THE BRUTAL TIME (Book 6). We’ve told her to stop this practice, but she keeps giving us lewd hand gestures in response. Apologies in advance for any inconvenience.
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January 23, 2019
On Writing: Midichlorians & Mordor
As a writer of science fiction and fantasy, I must create a ton of world details that never get used. To figure out which bits stay and go, I use what I call my midichlorians and Mordor rules.
My Midichlorians Rule
As a crazy-ass Star Wars fan since forever, I was so excited for the prequel movies. Then I got really bummed when creator George Lucas used said prequels to explain away the infamous force as nothing more than sorta-bacteria called midichlorians. Since I’m a world builder myself, I get why Lucas did it. When it comes to story-telling, world building is a pretty specific skill. I mean, it’s hard enough to tell a good narrative without adding the extra hassle of placing everything in a new and believable environment. In the process, you build out a shit-ton of stuff. Then you have to push some of it off the page as a direct reference? Not easy.
In other words, it was important for Lucas to know how the force worked so that the rules of it stayed consistent. It couldn’t cause a burst of light in one scene and nothing the next. Readers and viewers will sense if your world building is shoddy, even if it isn’t explicitly spelled out.
Yet not all that stuff deserves space on the page and-or screen.
As you can probably guess, I thought the whole idea of midichlorians distracted from the narrative. At the time, I was like, what? Supernatural bacteria? Are you serious? It pulled me out of the story, fast. Unless we were going to meet midichlorian man (or something similar) later in the movie, I really didn’t need to know about them.
All of which raised a question for yours truly as an author: how should I decide what to cut and keep? The answer became my Mordor rule…
My Mordor Rule
As a self-proclaimed girl geek, I love The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien. I loved it even more when Peter Jackson brought it to the silver screen. Of the three books in the series, the first (The Fellowship of the Ring) is the trickiest to turn into a narrative because not a ton happens. Seriously. It’s like, they leave the Shire and meh. In my opinion, Fellowship is also the best script/movie of all three in Peter Jackson’s trilogy.
The Mordor rule is why.
In the director’s commentary for fellowship, Jackson shared how book 1 was the toughest script, especially since Tolkien’s original text was so dense. It’s easy to get bogged down in the author’s early and extensive world building (Hello, Tom Bombadil!). So, whenever the writing team created something, they asked the question: “Does it get the ring closer to Mordor?”
A brilliant move, and it totally worked.
In my own writing, I try to emulate that as well. Is this scene or detail something that I love because I created it … or is it critical to moving the story forward?
Case In Point
I just wrote a chapter where one of my characters, Lincoln, fights a Dissolus demon. I had to define all the details on that big bad, which was an assload of work. Eventually, I decided that a Dissolus was a waist-high, possessed blob of mayo. Fun! At the same time, I figured out how the Dissolus affected the world around it. Turns out, it’s really hard to get Dissolus entrails off your body armor. That’s a funny bit of trivia, and DAY-um, I wanted it in the story. But the mention never felt organic. It was more: Hey, check out this great slime demon thing I came up with! So I had to cut it.
The good news is this: eventually, my slime demon entrails will find a home. I can’t tell you where or how, or even if it will be with Lincoln’s series, but it will happen. Mostly, I’ll realize the ‘new home’ process took place about a moment after I think: hey, that chapter was super easy to write! And then I’ll see how the entrails (or whatever) finally found their place.
For me, this entire process has gotten easier with time. When writing my first novel, I’d agonize over the equivalent of a lost entrails idea like someone was asking to sever my pinky. Fifteen-plus books later, I’ve learned to mourn a bit, pull up my big girl panties, and move on.
Which is what I must do right now. Goodbye for the moment, Dissolus entrails concept! Back to writing!
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January 19, 2019
A Classic Poem By … Ruby The Dog
Dear Readers,
It has come to my attention that many of you are unaware of the wide variety of literary works created by my semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby. This must end! In the spirit of sharing canine excellence, below please find the classic poem, Ode to a Spatula by Ruby the Dog.
Christina
ODE TO A SPATULA by Ruby the Dog
Oh, Spatula, how awesome you are
The woman-human dropped you on the floor and
Wow, you taste like hamburger…
Damn, I love you.
So I took you to my secret stash behind the couch
And proceeded to gnaw you to bits
But then, catastrophe!
The woman-human took you away, mumbling something about dogs and dropping crap on the floor.
Now I shall haunt her steps for at least twenty minutes
Looking sad in your honor
Oh my love, my own, my broken Spatula.
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January 15, 2019
LINCOLN – Chapter 1 is here!
Dear readers,
I’m super-excited to share this preview of Chapter One from LINCOLN, my upcoming book that tells the story of ANGELBOUND from Prince Lincoln’s point of view.
Thanks for taking a look and I hope you enjoy the sample!
Christina
Before me looms a Dissolus demon. Think about a waist-high glob of mayo—only both alive and deadly—and that’s the general idea. No face, no limbs. It’s mega-bacteria with attitude. For hours, I hunted this creature through the woods of Purgatory. Now I’ve cornered it in the royal stables.
All that remains is the kill. It won’t be easy.
Little by little, I pin the Dissolus against the wall with my body. The white slime of the demon’s skin smears onto the legs of my armor. The creature’s round form pulses, heartbeat style. Reaching forward, I slip my hands through the monster’s outer layer, careful to keep my palms tipped at precisely forty degrees. Unless I use that exact angle combined with slow speed, the creature’s interior will transform from ugly slop into deadly acid.
Then I’ll be dissolved in seconds. Painfully. Not on the agenda for today.
Sweat beads down my spine as I search inside the monster. My goal is to find the creature’s nucleus, a solid orb about the size of a baseball. I shift my arms within the gooey interior. Slurping sounds ricochet through the air. Across the stables, a horse whinnies. Adrenaline spikes through my system. There’s a time limit here. If I don’t grab the nucleus fast enough, the demon’s insides will turn acidic anyway. It’s an effort, but I somehow keep my motions slow and steady. All thoughts collapse into a single goal.
Find the nucleus.
A familiar voice breaks up the quiet. “Interesting monster, eh?”
Seriously?
That’s Aldred, the Earl of Acca and an extraordinary scumbag. He’s a portly fellow, middle aged with thinning hair and long jowls. While I spent hours hunting the Dissolus, Aldred followed behind at a safe distance, releasing a steady stream of chatter. At this point, he and I are the only people in the stables, if you don’t count the demon.
“Interesting isn’t the word I’d use,” I reply.
“What can I say?” Aldred steps beside me, scanning the scene. “I’m an earl, not a walking thesaurus.”
For a moment, I see myself in Aldred’s eyes. I’m Lincoln Vidar Osric Aquilus, High Prince of the demon-fighting Thrax. At eighteen, I’m tall and broad-shouldered with brown hair and mismatched irises. I also happen to be leaning over a possessed blob of white goo the size of an engorged Hippity Hop. Not a fun moment.
“So, what would you say?” asks Aldred.
After a morning of the earl’s chatter—combined with seconds until I experience death by acidic disintegration—my last thread of Aldred-shaped patience snaps. “Two words,” I reply. “Shut. Up.”
Aldred raises his hands, palms forward, in a movement that says I didn’t do anything. “No need to get testy.”
Frustration sends my thoughts reeling. How did I end up here anyway? The answer flickers through my mind like images on a carousel. On orders from Verus, the Queen of the Angels, my family and I are temporarily residing in Purgatory, along with all our court. Since my people enjoy a medieval lifestyle, we’ve constructed cabins in Purgatory’s Amber Woods. This morning, a Dissolus demon broke free from our Royal Menagerie. Cue me chasing the monster through the forest while the earl follows behind. Which returns me to the present moment and imminent death.
“This is taking too long,” declares Aldred. With mincing steps, the earl creeps up beside me.
“Stay back,” I warn. “That’s for your own safety.”
“No, I shall kick it for you.”
“Absolutely not,” I counter. “You’ll end up losing your boot as well as your foot, and that’s if you’re lucky.” I angle my body so Aldred can better see what I’m doing. “The only safe way to attack a Dissolus is to use steady pressure to pin it in place, usually with your body and an obliging corner, like I’ve done here. Then you reach in at precisely a forty degree angle. Only forty degrees, mind you. Any other kind of jabbing or slicing movement will activate its acidic defense.”
At last, my fingers brush against the creature’s hard nucleus. Yes! Normally I give demons a chance to retreat before killing them. However, Dissolus have the mental powers of a paramecium. To them, attacking is nothing personal—it’s just what they do.
Time to end this.
Tightening my grip on the nucleus, I yank with all my strength. The round sphere breaks free from the gelatinous demon. For a moment, the Dissolus quivers in place. Then it collapses into a puddle of translucent sludge. The scent of rotten eggs fills the air. In my right hand, the nucleus transforms into a bright white orb before vanishing altogether. I exhale a long breath.
“And that’s how to kill a Dissolus.” I shake out my palms, sending residual slop flying around. Good thing the horses are on the other side of the stables. Cleaning Dissolus entrails off a mare’s coat would take forever. As it is, my current set of body armor is ruined. I’ll also need charms from the house of Striga to fully clean my skin. Otherwise, I’ll have a smattering of foul-smelling crud across my hands and face for months.
“Glad I was here to help,” declares Aldred. “We make a great team.” He moves to stand directly in the main aisle of the stable. In other words, blocking my departure. I’ve seen this action from Aldred before.
“Is there a particular topic you wish to discuss?” I ask.
“As a matter of fact, yes. Now that we’ve spent the morning together, I thought we could talk, man to man.”
I tilt my head. “Go on.”
Here it comes. Another discussion about my marriage contract.
For weeks, Aldred has been pestering me to sign a betrothal contract with his daughter, Lady Adair. At one time, I might have been interested. Now, not so much. The local residents of Purgatory are quasi-demons, and one of those ladies happens to be an excellent warrior named Myla Lewis. As of this moment, it’s been eight days, six hours, and thirty-two minutes since I last saw Myla. At the time, she was fighting off Doxy demons in a nearby lake. Her battle technique displayed the perfect combination of beauty, intellect and lethal power.
Ah, Myla.
Long story short, I’m no longer interested in signing a marriage contract. Instead, my time’s been consumed with researching Miss Lewis. To that end, I’ve learned she’s fighting in Purgatory’s Arena tomorrow morning. I plan to sneak into an access corridor and watch her battle from a distance. The very idea makes my heart soar.
Aldred clears his throat, breaking up my thoughts. “Did you hear what I said?” he asks.
“No,” I reply. Evidently, the earl was blabbing away while I contemplated Myla. Even so, I doubt I missed anything. There’s only one topic of interest to Aldred these days. My marriage. “Please repeat your statement.”
“The Tithe has been snooping around our compound here in Purgatory,” announces Aldred.
My brows lift. Of all the things I expected the earl to say, this wasn’t on the list.
“The Tithe?” I ask. “Are you certain?”
Like a fairy godmother, the Tithe fulfills your greatest wish, assuming you’re both worthy and a thrax. Want a pile of gold? Done. Hope your enemies will disappear? Poof, they’re gone. Looking to turn someone semi-angelic? Boom, they’re thrax. The Tithe can do it all. In return, you agree to serve him through all eternity. The Tithe began life as a sculptor, so he places your soul inside an effigy, which is a lifelike statue of your best self. You then spend forever with him in the Tower of Wonders. Supposedly, it’s a never-ending vacation.
In my opinion, it all seems too good to be true.
That said, we’ve never had any complaints. Which is something, considering how the Tithe’s been at it since the dawn of time. Plus my people love the idea of a magical thrax fixing their lives. To date, I’ve seen no reason to ruin their fantasies. But now? I don’t like the idea of the Tithe prowling around Purgatory. He’s never left Antrum before.
“My information comes from multiple sources,” confirms Aldred. “The Tithe has come to this very compound many times, but he hasn’t approached Acca once.” Aldred puffs out his lower lip in a universal movement for poor me.
“Odd that you’d know about this,” I say. “I’ve received no royal reports.” No need to add that my mother Octavia has the best spy network around.
Aldred shrugs. “No one else thinks it’s important enough. But to me, this is dire news. So far, the Tithe has visited other Ministers of Alliances.” As he reads off each name, Aldred raises a pudgy finger. “Namely, those from the houses of Kamal, Striga and Horus.”
At this point, Aldred’s information raises two red flags.
Red flag number one. I’ve been meeting with those very Minsters of Alliances, hoping to put together a treaty of mutual military support. By combining our warriors, our houses will command enough soldiers to match Acca’s massive army. In turn, that allows wiggle room for many situations, including my marriage treaty. It’s worrisome that anyone else would target these same ministers.
Red flag number two. The negotiations for y anti-Acca alliance are absolutely secret. Even my parents are unaware, and I tell them virtually everything. If Aldred discovered my anti-Acca treaty, he’d complain to my father, who’d then shut down my plans, fast. All of which is why I stay carefully casual when I next address Aldred.
“My dear earl, those ministers all more than four hundred years old. That’s up in age, even for thrax. The Tithe only approaches those near death. I see nothing here to worry about.”
Aldred stomps his foot. “But why not my house? My Alliances Minister, Altavar, is old as dirt. It’s just not fair. The other houses could request anything of the Tithe. They might ruin me.”
I narrow my eyes, thinking this through. Aldred holds a briefing every morning with my father. Normally, this is the kind of thing they cover in detail.
“What did Connor say about this?” I ask.
Aldred kicks at the wooden slats that make up the floor. “Your father advised I get you into a casual setting and ask you straight up.”
“And what question will you ask?” Aldred has another shoe in his possession; I’d like it to drop already.
“Did you connect the Tithe with other houses to avoid marrying Adair?”
Shoe, meet floor.
I shake my head in disbelief. “So you think I’m shepherding the Tithe around, introducing him to other ministers in the hopes they’ll trade their souls for a royal marriage treaty?” It’s true that Aldred would make that deal in hot second, but the other ministers are far from a lock. Besides, I’m not sure Aldred has a soul anyway.
Aldred lifts his chins. “Well, is that your scheme or isn’t it?”
“I am not introducing the Tithe to other houses, whether for royal marriage or any other purpose. And as I’ve explained many times, I have not ruled out the idea of marrying Adair. I’m simply not signing any contracts right this second.”
Aldred laughs, and the guffaws are a little too loud to be genuine. “Glad we cleaned that up.” He makes a great show of scanning the stables. “We’re still alone, my friend.” The earl steps closer. “I’ve news for you about Minister Kabir. Great information.”
“And?” Of all the ministers, my negotiations with Kabir—and therefore the House of Kamal—are the farthest along.
“Kabir’s been asking around.” Aldred lowers his voice. “About quasi warriors.”
My blood chills. Can Kabir be talking about Myla for some reason? When I next speak, it’s an effort to keep my voice calm. “And what is Kabir’s interest?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Aldred smirks.
At this point, that smug grin of Aldred’s tells me two things. First, the earl knows exactly what Kabir is up to, and second, Aldred wants something in exchange for the information.
I stifle the urge to roll my eyes. “Name your price, Aldred.”
The earl exhales a long-suffering sigh. “I might confide everything, but it’s sensitive information … the kind you share with family, you know?”
Meaning: ink my betrothal contract and I’ll tell all.
I chuckle. Aldred always overreaches in negotiations. However, what he lacks in finesse he more than makes up for in persistence. “I am not signing your contract merely to discover Kabir’s plans.”
“Please; I never expected you to sign this very second,” lies Aldred. No doubt, the man keeps a copy of the contract in the folds of his tunic along with a quill, just in case. “But perhaps you can commit to spending more time with my sweet Adair? If so, then I might feel like sharing.”
Aldred thinks he’s being sneaky, but I already made this decision last night. “Mother is organizing a garden party at the Ryder mansion. My plan is to request Adair’s company for the event.” After all, I’ve said all of five sentences to the girl. Who knows? We may hit it off.
Aldred rubs his palms together. “Excellent, I’ll tell Lady Adair today.”
“Your turn,” I state. “What about Kabir and quasi warriors?”
Aldred narrows his eyes to conspiratorial slits. “No doubt, you’ve already heard about all the excitement. The thrax court is itching to hunt the local demon population.”
My eyes widen with shock. “I wasn’t aware.”
“You know us thrax—always on the lookout for a new challenge. Quasis have never been entered onto the official roll of demonic kills.”
Protective energy runs up my spine. “The Queen of the Angels herself, the oracle Verus, sent us here to interact with the quasi population, not to hunt them down.”
Aldred sniffs. “Bah. It’s a matter of time before some quasi marches into our camp, looking for trouble. After all, they’re partly demonic. It’s in their blood. And once they come after us, we’ll have to protect ourselves. It’s only right.”
Images of Myla appear in my mind. She did indeed sneak into our compound, but only because she was on the trail of a mutual enemy, the Doxy demons. A weight of worry settles into my stomach. What if someone other than me saw her? Aldred is right; my people would kill first and ask questions later.
I set my fists on my hips. “You still haven’t shared specifics on Kabir and quasis. What did he say, precisely?”
“Kabir’s interested in Purgatory’s Arena.”
Meaning he’s focusing on warriors like Myla. “Do you know why?” I ask.
“My guess? They’ll be the best in battle. Here’s the thing. Maybe you and I work together. We’ll get the first official kill on the roll. That means medals, Lincoln.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing. White-hot rage heats my veins. “Let me make one thing absolutely clear.” I prowl toward Aldred, my voice deep as thunder. “Hunting the local population is off the table, whether they are arena warriors or not. If you or anyone else even speaks of this again, I’ll have you shipped back to Antrum and tossed into the dungeons.” For every final word I speak, I tap Aldred on the center of his chest. “Do you understand?”
“All right.” The earl forces another laugh. “No need to get sensitive.”
I glare at Aldred with a look that says, I’m done here. “The dungeons, Aldred. I mean it.”
Without waiting for a reply, I storm past the earl and out of the stables. Even though Aldred runs our most powerful house, I’m the High Prince and I have my limits. Hunting quasis? Outrageous!
Suddenly, I wish my parents weren’t away on a demon hunting excursion. I’d like nothing better than to open a formal inquest, find out who’s threatening quasis, and then fill our dungeons to overflowing. But opening an inquest is serious business. For the process to have teeth, my parents must sign off. And they won’t return for at least four days.
Ah, well. Better to do this right and wait, much as I hate that fact.
All the way back to my cabin, my thoughts race through everything I’ve just learned: how the Tithe is taking an interest in top ministers … the fact that my own people may be targeting quasi warriors … and how the entire situation could place Myla in danger. It all adds up to one terrible conclusion.
If I’m not careful, Myla might end up dead. That’s not an option, so I take a silent oath.
With all my mind and body, I vow to protect the woman who already holds my heart.
–End of Sample–
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January 14, 2019
Beholder Book Trailer & More!
As a thank-you, I wanted to share these videos from my Beholder Series!
There’s a series trailer here…
And here I read the opening chapter from Beholder Book 3, CHERISHED…
Plus, you can check out more across the entire series by clicking here!
Thanks for your interest and I’ll keep the Beholder love coming!
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January 13, 2019
Dealing With Bad Reviews
I go through the five stages of grief, per Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, a very cool chick who’s written a long list of classic books on the subject. Basically, Kübler-Ross segmented death and dying into five distinct stages. These can be applied to any loss, including the heart-wrenching gap that’s left in my existence whenever I receive a less-than-stellar review, beginning with…
Stage One: Anger.
What the Hell? I didn’t kick your dialysis machine out of the wall, I wrote a book! Yow!
Love the facial expression and the 70’s hair on this guy.
Stage Two: Denial
This person doesn’t know anything. This review is bunk!
Another classic pic. Remember when sweaters couldn’t have armpits? It’s like now when shirts can’t have shoulders, only it caused chafe.
Stage Three: Bargaining
OK, maybe they had like a point. Or two. I ask folks I trust. Do you think I should change XYZ going forward?
This pic came up when I typed in ‘bargaining’ and it’s too weird not to share. Why is one guy presenting while someone else is running? How come everyone else is eating? And what’s with the english-looking company in a clearly non-European setting? Questions abound…
Stage Four: Depression
OMG, I SUUUUUUUUCK! This needs to change. I am the worst writer in the history of ever! Must obsessively read good reviews to feel better.
She could be depressed or testing her nose job.
Stage Five: Acceptance.
Forget it. I can change that next time. This is immediately followed by the feeling of, hey, that wasn’t such a big deal after all!
Acceptance is always easier with coffee.
So, there it is. Bottom line? I see my writing as a conversation with you, dear reader. And I listen. Although, honestly, I’m much more likely to listen if you give me four or five stars. Just saying 
January 8, 2019
ANGELBOUND Book Trailer & More
Have you seen the book trailer for ANGELBOUND? If not, check it out below! And be sure to scroll down for more ANGELBOUND video goodies, such as my tour of audiobook voices and more book trailers in the series!!! Four great videos in all…
One. The ANGELBOUND Book Trailer
In this video, the ANGELBOUND cover gets animated, along with some other cool stuff. Check it out!
Two. LINCOLN Book Mini-Trailer
The story of ANGELBOUND from Prince Lincoln’s point of view is coming soon! Take a look at this quick trailer for a closer view of the cover!
Three. ZINNIA Book Mini-Trailer
This summer, the Angelbound Offspring series continues with ZINNIA, the story of Portia and Tempest’s child! Take a look at the brief trailer below…
Four. A Tour of Angelbound Voices
I have recorded four Angelbound audio books. Want a sneak preview of the voices? This video is your one-stop shop!
Want a complete listing of all Angelbound Series books? Check out this page!
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January 7, 2019
MOONLIGHT AND MIDTOWN is 99 cents!
This limited-time ebook offer is part of our Free 4 The Holidays promotion, where we give away one book every week through mid-January!!! Want to know more about MOONLIGHT AND MIDTOWN? Check out the description below…
After battling werewolves and evil aunties, Bryar Rose is ready to enjoy her new life. No more crazy aunties. Her curse is toast. And Bry’s new man, Knox, is literally a dream come true. Best of all, Bry will soon attend a regular high school. Forget those sketchy tutors! To get ready, Bry is dedicating the rest of her summer to some serious back-to-school shopping with her best friend, Elle. It’s a blast, except for one thing:
Mysterious strangers are following Bry across Manhattan.
All these stalkers have oddly familiar scents and an uncanny ability to slip into the shadows whenever Bry tries to confront them. Even worse, their presence is making Knox act crazy with a capital C.
But Bry’s having none of it. Enough of her life has already been ruined by secrets. With Elle’s help, Bry plans to confront these strangers, find out what they want, and send them packing. Trouble is, the truth about their identity won’t be so easy to manage, especially when Bry finds out how these stalkers could change her future with Knox…and not for the better.
***An interim novella between WOLVES AND ROSES and SHIFTERS AND GLYPHS***
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