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June 24, 2014
Updated The Jade Series
After a lot of thought I decided to update my Jade Series. Instead of short novellas I combined books 1-3 into one book. Book 4 is now book 2 and the final book will be released in Fall. I hope everyone takes a look at these books! They are both currently FREE right now!
Free Epic Fantasy Novels: http://amzn.com/B00C7XETLY and http://amzn.com/B00CMR0ZP4
I would love reviews on these books. :D
Free Epic Fantasy Novels: http://amzn.com/B00C7XETLY and http://amzn.com/B00CMR0ZP4
I would love reviews on these books. :D
June 14, 2014
Brand New Release! Grace Unbroken!
Grace Unbroken
Book 2 of the Heart of Grace Series
Authors Note:
Grace Unbroken can stand alone or be read after Grace Alive. It is a new set of characters based in the same town as Zoe in Grace Alive. You may be surprised who shows up in the novel! Hope you enjoy book 2 of the Heart of Grace Series.
17-year-old Clare Olsen has always had a typical Christian life: great friends, solid family, and an amazing church. When the new assistant pastor’s son, Dillon Jackson, moves to town she comes face to face with a flurry of emotion. After nearly puking on him, she never would have thought that the cute, blond boy would pull her into a relationship she always prayed for. Everything was perfect, until one single mistake throws her life into chaos. Facing shame, condemnation, and a turmoil unlike anything she’s ever known will Clare find grace in the midst of her pain?
http://amzn.com/B00KUZXQVU
Grace Unbroken
Book 2 of the Heart of Grace Series
Authors Note:
Grace Unbroken can stand alone or be read after Grace Alive. It is a new set of characters based in the same town as Zoe in Grace Alive. You may be surprised who shows up in the novel! Hope you enjoy book 2 of the Heart of Grace Series.
17-year-old Clare Olsen has always had a typical Christian life: great friends, solid family, and an amazing church. When the new assistant pastor’s son, Dillon Jackson, moves to town she comes face to face with a flurry of emotion. After nearly puking on him, she never would have thought that the cute, blond boy would pull her into a relationship she always prayed for. Everything was perfect, until one single mistake throws her life into chaos. Facing shame, condemnation, and a turmoil unlike anything she’s ever known will Clare find grace in the midst of her pain?
http://amzn.com/B00KUZXQVU
Grace Unbroken
May 22, 2014
Me when I'm editing/rereading
So, all of us authors know we love writing, right? Right! But, every author I've ever met or have known dreads the looming task of EDITING. Dun. Dun. Dun.
Yes. It needed ominous theme music. Editing! (Shudders) I'm doing another read through of Book 5 and I seriously have like 20 pages left, so of course everything in my author head says, "Finish it!!!" while this is my body...
When I've had a good dose of caffeine, the creative mind is snapping awake, I reread something that I've already read oh, probably a half dozen times, and gasp! How did I miss that!
What was I half asleep? Um, answer, YES. Because, us indies have jobs that suck (like my lovely retail job) they drain the life out of us, so that when we edit our books they come out with words like "killing" instead of "kissing."
So, please if you help support us indies (Yay! Thank you!) please forgive our slap you in the face errors, because we are sleeping as we edit. Sorry. It's just the way it goes. Happy reading!!!
Natasha House
Yes. It needed ominous theme music. Editing! (Shudders) I'm doing another read through of Book 5 and I seriously have like 20 pages left, so of course everything in my author head says, "Finish it!!!" while this is my body...
When I've had a good dose of caffeine, the creative mind is snapping awake, I reread something that I've already read oh, probably a half dozen times, and gasp! How did I miss that!
What was I half asleep? Um, answer, YES. Because, us indies have jobs that suck (like my lovely retail job) they drain the life out of us, so that when we edit our books they come out with words like "killing" instead of "kissing."
So, please if you help support us indies (Yay! Thank you!) please forgive our slap you in the face errors, because we are sleeping as we edit. Sorry. It's just the way it goes. Happy reading!!!
Natasha House
May 17, 2014
Trance Part 1
Chapter 1
It wasn't an ordinary day. It never was for him. He glanced up from where he sat on a park bench, one eye lazily open, the other closed as if sound asleep. The sun beat down on Trance's head, making sweat trickle down the back of his neck, like hot oil in a frying pan. People thought him mad. Let them think it, he thought and his mouth cocked into a smile.
The sounds around him became a chaotic blob, the smells of the morning almost annoying. The well packed muscles beneath his overly-large hoodie tensed, as if somewhere in the back of his foggy brain he could sense danger lurking over top of him.
Let them come, he thought, What have I to lose? He heard the sound before he felt anything at all. Phftt! The bullet whizzed through the air like an erratic bird. It struck the back of the bench, leaving a hole inches from his skull. Is that supposed to scare me? A mad laugh tried to escape his throat, but he pressed it back down again. He lay as if dead, hoping his attacker would think him as such and let him rest a few minutes longer.
Phfft! Another bullet struck the bench.
No rest for the wicked, I suppose, Trance thought and finally pushed himself up off the bench.
"Trance Kelley," a woman said, with enough authority to stop any maniac of a man. "Come with me." Her stature was laughable, at least to Trance it was. She was five foot nothing, with short brown hair, large green eyes, and a gun the size of the Titanic.
She's out for blood. Whew, what a little hothead that one is. Better not throw any short jokes her way.
Trance leaned forward on the bench, crossing one leg, his hooded brown eyes staring at his fingernails. Let the little kitten sweat. She's trigger happy, this should be easy as pie. Pie sounds delicious; maybe the kitten brought some pie.
"Did you hear me, Kelley?" the woman said with a growl and raised her amazing gun at his face. Trance contemplated what to do next. Kill the kitten or let her think her bad cop impression was working on his poor little self. Kittens are adorable, perhaps I'll throw this one some catnip.
"I give up, Thumbelina, no need to wave your little gun around. Besides, you could poke an eye out with that thing."
Of course she didn't appreciate the short joke, what had he been thinking? The kitten raised the gun again. Phftt! This time Trance did laugh. The bullets whizzed through the air and suddenly exploded into tiny shards. Stupid kitten, should have let me play a bit longer. Now it's time for her to die.
"How did you..?" The woman staggered back, her fingers slipping off her gun, tripping over roots coming from the ground.
"I grow tired of the cat and mouse game with you people. Either send a real assassin, or just let me take my nap." With a wave of his hand, Trance gathered the shards of the bullet, reformed the metal and shot it back at the woman. Bye, Kitty, nice knowing you. The woman's body slumped to the ground, her overly impressive gun clattering like a discarded toy. Nap time. Finally.
It wasn't an ordinary day. It never was for him. He glanced up from where he sat on a park bench, one eye lazily open, the other closed as if sound asleep. The sun beat down on Trance's head, making sweat trickle down the back of his neck, like hot oil in a frying pan. People thought him mad. Let them think it, he thought and his mouth cocked into a smile.
The sounds around him became a chaotic blob, the smells of the morning almost annoying. The well packed muscles beneath his overly-large hoodie tensed, as if somewhere in the back of his foggy brain he could sense danger lurking over top of him.
Let them come, he thought, What have I to lose? He heard the sound before he felt anything at all. Phftt! The bullet whizzed through the air like an erratic bird. It struck the back of the bench, leaving a hole inches from his skull. Is that supposed to scare me? A mad laugh tried to escape his throat, but he pressed it back down again. He lay as if dead, hoping his attacker would think him as such and let him rest a few minutes longer.
Phfft! Another bullet struck the bench.
No rest for the wicked, I suppose, Trance thought and finally pushed himself up off the bench.
"Trance Kelley," a woman said, with enough authority to stop any maniac of a man. "Come with me." Her stature was laughable, at least to Trance it was. She was five foot nothing, with short brown hair, large green eyes, and a gun the size of the Titanic.
She's out for blood. Whew, what a little hothead that one is. Better not throw any short jokes her way.
Trance leaned forward on the bench, crossing one leg, his hooded brown eyes staring at his fingernails. Let the little kitten sweat. She's trigger happy, this should be easy as pie. Pie sounds delicious; maybe the kitten brought some pie.
"Did you hear me, Kelley?" the woman said with a growl and raised her amazing gun at his face. Trance contemplated what to do next. Kill the kitten or let her think her bad cop impression was working on his poor little self. Kittens are adorable, perhaps I'll throw this one some catnip.
"I give up, Thumbelina, no need to wave your little gun around. Besides, you could poke an eye out with that thing."
Of course she didn't appreciate the short joke, what had he been thinking? The kitten raised the gun again. Phftt! This time Trance did laugh. The bullets whizzed through the air and suddenly exploded into tiny shards. Stupid kitten, should have let me play a bit longer. Now it's time for her to die.
"How did you..?" The woman staggered back, her fingers slipping off her gun, tripping over roots coming from the ground.
"I grow tired of the cat and mouse game with you people. Either send a real assassin, or just let me take my nap." With a wave of his hand, Trance gathered the shards of the bullet, reformed the metal and shot it back at the woman. Bye, Kitty, nice knowing you. The woman's body slumped to the ground, her overly impressive gun clattering like a discarded toy. Nap time. Finally.
May 13, 2014
What people probably think I do to write a book
Us writers know the ins and outs of every book we write, but here's what I think my friends, family, and readers think I do.
I sit down at my computer, like a normal person, and poop out books.
No problem! It's fun! It's easy! Oh Yah!
Pretty sure readers/friends/family think I party all day and in minutes I have a beautifully written book! BAM! BOOK!
This is pretty much my reaction when I want to accomplish a book sooner rather than later.
This is me at the computer rewriting, editing etc, etc, etc
So it goes. So it goes.
I sit down at my computer, like a normal person, and poop out books.
No problem! It's fun! It's easy! Oh Yah!
Pretty sure readers/friends/family think I party all day and in minutes I have a beautifully written book! BAM! BOOK!
This is pretty much my reaction when I want to accomplish a book sooner rather than later.
This is me at the computer rewriting, editing etc, etc, etc
So it goes. So it goes.
May 10, 2014
After partying...
So, we had a young adults night at our church last night that lasted til' about 12:30 am. Me being the crazy girl that I am stayed the entire time. So, like a goofball I decided to drink my brother-in-laws coffee which made me like this:
Then I got home and finally went to bed by about 2 am. The next day, instead of writing or doing some somewhat productive I'm staring at my computer.
Then I got home and finally went to bed by about 2 am. The next day, instead of writing or doing some somewhat productive I'm staring at my computer.
May 9, 2014
Writing the end of my book
I'm hyperventilating right now!!!
I finally got through all of Book 5 material, which I'd previously written, and now am adding a bit more. It's tough trying to figure out if this is "enough" to satisfy the reader.
I feel like someone gave me five espressos!!!
This is the final book in the Jade Series, and I don't want anything left unfinished. Whew...breathe...girl...breathe.
I finally got through all of Book 5 material, which I'd previously written, and now am adding a bit more. It's tough trying to figure out if this is "enough" to satisfy the reader.
I feel like someone gave me five espressos!!!
This is the final book in the Jade Series, and I don't want anything left unfinished. Whew...breathe...girl...breathe.
May 7, 2014
5 pages takes a trillion years
I'm working on book 5 of my Fantasy Books today and before I started(or close to it) I saw how many more pages I had to go with detailing my rough draft. I had 70 pages left.
Wahoo! So after, who knows how long, let's just say 2 hours, I get out my calculator again (I hate math, can you tell?)
Low and behold I'd done five pages. Five! At this rate I'll be 95 and still working on this book.
Wahoo! So after, who knows how long, let's just say 2 hours, I get out my calculator again (I hate math, can you tell?)
Low and behold I'd done five pages. Five! At this rate I'll be 95 and still working on this book.
May 6, 2014
Retail is amazing
So, I work in retail. Yay for me right? As an Indie author it's rough. I get up, drag myself out of bed, brew some coffee, throw on enough makeup to not look like Frankenstein,
and sit at my computer. For like 30 minutes tops.
This about sums up my writing at 6am in the morning
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I've had people ask me how I'm so motivated, how can I produce a book so fast? Well, when you work in retail this sums up your mood 99% of the time.
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My dream is to quit my retail job, stop stocking shelves, and write a billion books.
and sit at my computer. For like 30 minutes tops.
This about sums up my writing at 6am in the morning
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My dream is to quit my retail job, stop stocking shelves, and write a billion books.
May 5, 2014
Doctor Who is always there.
Sometimes in life you just feel like this:
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I was working at my 'other' job today, got home, and seriously crashed on the couch. Some days as an author, you soooo want to write on your book, but then you sit and watch Doctor Who instead.
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