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July 17, 2016
Oh, What A Night!
We are finally home from the RWA Convention in San Diego.
The Gathering and The PRISM Award ceremony at the Marriott in downtown San Diego was lovely, surreal, and a dream come true.
Tempest, the third book in the Alainnshire series, tied for first place in the Prism awards, fantasy category, with another author, Katrina Snow and her debut book, Forbidden.
That was Awesome Moment Number One.
Awesome Moment Number Two came toward the end of the ceremony, when Beth Long prepared to announce the "Best of the Best" award. This category was a tie as well.
It didn't hit me, really HIT me, until I saw my face and Tempest's cover up on the screen next to Katrina's under the heading "Best of the Best."
Yep, Tempest tied with Katrina Snow's Forbidden again.
I am still on cloud nine. Thank you to EVERYONE who has supported me on this journey about a rather dysfunctional royal family.
I haven't read her book yet, but Katrina is a lovely human being. Please go and check her book out.
The Gathering and The PRISM Award ceremony at the Marriott in downtown San Diego was lovely, surreal, and a dream come true.
Tempest, the third book in the Alainnshire series, tied for first place in the Prism awards, fantasy category, with another author, Katrina Snow and her debut book, Forbidden.
That was Awesome Moment Number One.
Awesome Moment Number Two came toward the end of the ceremony, when Beth Long prepared to announce the "Best of the Best" award. This category was a tie as well.
It didn't hit me, really HIT me, until I saw my face and Tempest's cover up on the screen next to Katrina's under the heading "Best of the Best."
Yep, Tempest tied with Katrina Snow's Forbidden again.
I am still on cloud nine. Thank you to EVERYONE who has supported me on this journey about a rather dysfunctional royal family.
I haven't read her book yet, but Katrina is a lovely human being. Please go and check her book out.
May 3, 2016
Holy Cow!
I just got notification that Silverlight was awarded 4.5 stars and the Crowned Heart from InD'Tale magazine, which means it will be up for a RONE award in 2017.
If you haven't signed up for this fantastic online magazine, you can do so here: http://www.indtale.com/
If you haven't signed up for this fantastic online magazine, you can do so here: http://www.indtale.com/
January 11, 2016
Silverlight Available for Preorder
Here you go! Silverlight is now available for preorder. It's only $.99 now, but it will go to $3.99 after January 30. If you have any interest in reading it at all, get it while it's under a buck.
http://www.amazon.com/Silverlight-S-L...
Thanks!
http://www.amazon.com/Silverlight-S-L...
Thanks!
January 3, 2016
Book Signing, March 12, 2016
Just as an FYI, I will be signing at the Angels and Sirens event on March 12, 2016 in Pittsburgh, PA. I will have all three Alainnshire books, as well as Rock'n Tapestries and Wild Angel written under my pen name of Shari Copell. Silverlight will also be available for those who want a paperback copy.
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/angels-a...
https://www.eventbrite.com/e/angels-a...
December 8, 2015
Another Silverlight Teaser
Good morning! How about a little Silverlight teaser from Magnus Tyrix's point of view?
Sweet goddess, she was angry. Kymber unsheathed her sword in a blur and headed straight for her brother.
Portis slipped in the loose stones, righted himself, and flew like a harrier hawk toward the safety of the house. He slammed the front door in her face; she buried Promise at least an inch deep in the wood as it closed.
“I’m going to count to five, Portis. If the door is not open by that time, it’s coming down.” Kymber took short, agitated steps back and forth on the wrap-around porch. “One!”
I put my right foot up on the steps and retied my boot as tightly as I could. Portis wasn’t about to open the door, not when she’d drawn her weapon. I wouldn’t have either. She was as furious as I’d ever seen her, that day by the fountain notwithstanding. We would no doubt have to kick the door down.
“Two!”
There was no response from inside. If he wasn’t in there searching for a way to escape his murderous sister, he was a damned fool. Then again, I’d never thought much of Portis. He was a lazy, whining slug, but I kept my thoughts to myself for Kymber’s sake. She’d loved them all at one time.
“Three!” Cheeks flushed with righteous anger, Kymber gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and glared at the door.
“Portis, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll open the damned door,” I called out.
Kymber’s nostrils flared. “Four!” She punctuated the count by slamming Promise into the wood again.
I moved up on the porch beside her. “We’ll go on your word,” I said. She nodded.
Sweet goddess, she was angry. Kymber unsheathed her sword in a blur and headed straight for her brother.
Portis slipped in the loose stones, righted himself, and flew like a harrier hawk toward the safety of the house. He slammed the front door in her face; she buried Promise at least an inch deep in the wood as it closed.
“I’m going to count to five, Portis. If the door is not open by that time, it’s coming down.” Kymber took short, agitated steps back and forth on the wrap-around porch. “One!”
I put my right foot up on the steps and retied my boot as tightly as I could. Portis wasn’t about to open the door, not when she’d drawn her weapon. I wouldn’t have either. She was as furious as I’d ever seen her, that day by the fountain notwithstanding. We would no doubt have to kick the door down.
“Two!”
There was no response from inside. If he wasn’t in there searching for a way to escape his murderous sister, he was a damned fool. Then again, I’d never thought much of Portis. He was a lazy, whining slug, but I kept my thoughts to myself for Kymber’s sake. She’d loved them all at one time.
“Three!” Cheeks flushed with righteous anger, Kymber gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and glared at the door.
“Portis, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll open the damned door,” I called out.
Kymber’s nostrils flared. “Four!” She punctuated the count by slamming Promise into the wood again.
I moved up on the porch beside her. “We’ll go on your word,” I said. She nodded.
October 7, 2015
Silverlight Teaser
Revisions on Silverlight are going great, and I'm looking at a possible January 2016 date for publication.
Here's a bit of a Silverlight teaser, from Magnus Tyrix's point of view:
“Mr. Tyrix! That woman! She’s coming back!” Tomas shouted.
I glanced up from my mid-day meal. That woman?
Kymber?
Tomas sprinted from the kitchen, disheveled and out of breath. “It’s her. She’s coming back on the horse she stole!”
I rose to go and greet her when I heard my front door slam into the foyer. No, not slam exactly.
I heard wood splintering, nails squealing as they were jerked from the frame. I was about to ask Tomas if she looked angry when the door into the dining room exploded open.
I sat back down, mouth agape. Kymber had ridden the horse through my house into the dining room. My eyes nearly fell into my lap when she urged the horse up onto the table, knocking over a full bottle of my best mead in the process.
She smiled. “Hello, Magnus. We need to talk. When will you be available?”
Swallowing my astonishment, I stared up at her. Her clothing, her face, her hair—she was covered with dried blood and smelled like a butchered animal. Her eyes were sharp and fierce, blue ice in a blizzard.
My warrior had returned to me, but I couldn’t smile, lest she spill my blood this day. “Hello, Kymber. I’m available now.”
She slid off the horse, a booted foot landing on either side of my plate, and threw the reins to Tomas. Then she kicked me square in the chest with every ounce of strength she possessed. I fell over backward in the chair. My head hit the wall and I slid to the floor.
“Get up,” she snarled.
I did as commanded, righting the chair and reseating myself. My cock was so damned hard I thought it would burst. God, I loved this woman.
Here's a bit of a Silverlight teaser, from Magnus Tyrix's point of view:
“Mr. Tyrix! That woman! She’s coming back!” Tomas shouted.
I glanced up from my mid-day meal. That woman?
Kymber?
Tomas sprinted from the kitchen, disheveled and out of breath. “It’s her. She’s coming back on the horse she stole!”
I rose to go and greet her when I heard my front door slam into the foyer. No, not slam exactly.
I heard wood splintering, nails squealing as they were jerked from the frame. I was about to ask Tomas if she looked angry when the door into the dining room exploded open.
I sat back down, mouth agape. Kymber had ridden the horse through my house into the dining room. My eyes nearly fell into my lap when she urged the horse up onto the table, knocking over a full bottle of my best mead in the process.
She smiled. “Hello, Magnus. We need to talk. When will you be available?”
Swallowing my astonishment, I stared up at her. Her clothing, her face, her hair—she was covered with dried blood and smelled like a butchered animal. Her eyes were sharp and fierce, blue ice in a blizzard.
My warrior had returned to me, but I couldn’t smile, lest she spill my blood this day. “Hello, Kymber. I’m available now.”
She slid off the horse, a booted foot landing on either side of my plate, and threw the reins to Tomas. Then she kicked me square in the chest with every ounce of strength she possessed. I fell over backward in the chair. My head hit the wall and I slid to the floor.
“Get up,” she snarled.
I did as commanded, righting the chair and reseating myself. My cock was so damned hard I thought it would burst. God, I loved this woman.
March 30, 2015
Tempest is Live!
I released it early.
Please leave a review if you feel so inclined. They really do benefit us authors.
US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00V1K1J30
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tempest-Land-...
Enjoy!
Please leave a review if you feel so inclined. They really do benefit us authors.
US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00V1K1J30
UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tempest-Land-...
Enjoy!
March 22, 2015
Tempest Available for Preorder
I doubt too many people will see this, but I wanted to be fair and post it here too.
Tempest is available for preorder on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Tempest-Land-%C...
Tempest is available for preorder on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Tempest-Land-%C...
January 20, 2015
Suspense!
It's killing me!
Let me find the right words, Aislin thought as she made her way to the library. Sometimes, if Emara was approached alone and with deference, she didn’t fuss as much.
She’d come to understand her own responsibility for the chaos that occurred when she’d introduced Tristan to everyone after the invasion. Of course her mother had been shocked to see an elf standing in their dining hall holding her daughter’s hand. Aislin was just as stunned to see him looming over her in Oakenbourne. She should’ve taken him to her mother for a private introduction. Tristan’s humiliation might not have escalated to the breaking point had her mother been allowed to meet him first.
It was a mistake Aislin would not repeat.
She stood outside the oak and glass library door for a moment, her hand lightly touching the golden latch. She was grateful Jariath had not carried his destructive rage to this part of the manor house. The library had been her father’s wedding gift to her mother. Its loss would’ve shattered Emara.
The room had been crafted with love and a fine eye for detail. Aislin could see now that it was intended to be a haven of peace for her fragile mother. Dark oak bookshelves rose from floor to wood-paneled ceiling, each one filled to capacity. Arianrhod’s historic tomes sat side by side with the books Emara had brought from Wyndham. A corner fireplace of hewn stone added a cozy ambiance to the room.
She was not surprised to see Colven sitting with his back to the door, his snow white hair bobbing over the top of the blue velvet wingback chair. He and Emara were laughing. Aislin nearly went to the floor when her mother leaned forward with a flirtatious smile and kissed the old elf on the cheek.
She hated to interrupt them, but she couldn’t hide the entire Samuelson family upstairs all day. She opened the door, wincing as it creaked, and stuck her head in. “Mother?”
Emara sat up straight. “Yes, Aislin?”
The words stuck in Aislin’s throat. “I...I hate to bother you, but I need to talk to you about something.”
“Is this something Colven can hear?” Emara’s smile felt like a knife in her gut.
“I can’t answer that, but I think... I think you’ll most likely want to hear this privately.” Aislin gave Colven a slight bow. “I’m sorry, Colven.”
The elder elf rose and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. “Think nothing of it. I have some things to discuss with Tristan anyway. It’s been a lovely day, Emara. Would it be possible to meet after supper?”
Emara clutched his hand and smiled. “Of course. I’ll meet you here.”
“Excellent.” Colven winked at Aislin and took his leave.
Aislin stood behind the chair recently vacated by Colven and tried to calm her racing heart. This was one of the hardest thing she’d ever had to do.
Emara rose. “Has something happened to that darling baby in my room?”
“No. The baby is fine.” Aislin took a shaky breath. “You’re going to be shocked when I tell you who that baby belongs to.”
Let me find the right words, Aislin thought as she made her way to the library. Sometimes, if Emara was approached alone and with deference, she didn’t fuss as much.
She’d come to understand her own responsibility for the chaos that occurred when she’d introduced Tristan to everyone after the invasion. Of course her mother had been shocked to see an elf standing in their dining hall holding her daughter’s hand. Aislin was just as stunned to see him looming over her in Oakenbourne. She should’ve taken him to her mother for a private introduction. Tristan’s humiliation might not have escalated to the breaking point had her mother been allowed to meet him first.
It was a mistake Aislin would not repeat.
She stood outside the oak and glass library door for a moment, her hand lightly touching the golden latch. She was grateful Jariath had not carried his destructive rage to this part of the manor house. The library had been her father’s wedding gift to her mother. Its loss would’ve shattered Emara.
The room had been crafted with love and a fine eye for detail. Aislin could see now that it was intended to be a haven of peace for her fragile mother. Dark oak bookshelves rose from floor to wood-paneled ceiling, each one filled to capacity. Arianrhod’s historic tomes sat side by side with the books Emara had brought from Wyndham. A corner fireplace of hewn stone added a cozy ambiance to the room.
She was not surprised to see Colven sitting with his back to the door, his snow white hair bobbing over the top of the blue velvet wingback chair. He and Emara were laughing. Aislin nearly went to the floor when her mother leaned forward with a flirtatious smile and kissed the old elf on the cheek.
She hated to interrupt them, but she couldn’t hide the entire Samuelson family upstairs all day. She opened the door, wincing as it creaked, and stuck her head in. “Mother?”
Emara sat up straight. “Yes, Aislin?”
The words stuck in Aislin’s throat. “I...I hate to bother you, but I need to talk to you about something.”
“Is this something Colven can hear?” Emara’s smile felt like a knife in her gut.
“I can’t answer that, but I think... I think you’ll most likely want to hear this privately.” Aislin gave Colven a slight bow. “I’m sorry, Colven.”
The elder elf rose and gave her mother a kiss on the cheek. “Think nothing of it. I have some things to discuss with Tristan anyway. It’s been a lovely day, Emara. Would it be possible to meet after supper?”
Emara clutched his hand and smiled. “Of course. I’ll meet you here.”
“Excellent.” Colven winked at Aislin and took his leave.
Aislin stood behind the chair recently vacated by Colven and tried to calm her racing heart. This was one of the hardest thing she’d ever had to do.
Emara rose. “Has something happened to that darling baby in my room?”
“No. The baby is fine.” Aislin took a shaky breath. “You’re going to be shocked when I tell you who that baby belongs to.”
December 22, 2014
Early Christmas Gift!
I just received notice that Aislin of Arianrhod won Honorable Mention for Writer’s Digest’s Self-Published e-Book Awards in Genre. I don't know the specifics yet, but what a great Christmas gift!
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