November 24, 2024

Weather and words

This week started out with warm, sunny weather and me writing on the porch - and ended with a few inches of snow.

Things are still really bad around here after the storm. Lots of families sleeping in RVs and tents who are getting a crash course in winterizing and staying warm. Yes, I still have running water, power, and internet - and I feel absolutely rich to have those things. Most folks in the area that can get power connected, have power returned. We’re in the long-haul section of the recovery now. It’s going to take years.

I have managed to get words down in the past week, so Queen is well on the way to being finished and released this year. Pick up your preorder at my website here, or everywhere else here.

I’m also recording and releasing TWO books over on Graffridge Publishing - And So It Begins and Ashes to Ashes. Subscribe to that Substack and you can read and/or listen to both of those. Yes, the subscription payments really do help me out. It’s one of my sources of income as an author. They’re also released as a podcast on various venues including Spotify - but I don’t get paid much from those.

For US folks, Thursday is Thanksgiving. While there is a lot of horrible out there, there is so much to be thankful for. I’m thankful for all of you, and I hope you get a chance to celebrate the harvest.

If you want to check out a couple of free books - pick up Jade and Tracy’s stories below. They’re excellent!

This city has always hated me. I've spent my life trying to save up enough money to clear my mom's debts—may she, at least, rest in peace—and get out of here. But right when I'm banking a huge bag of money to do just that... Bam. I'm dead.

And then I'm alive again. Which would be great, except it happens again. And again.

Now, I need to figure out if I owe someone a fruit basket for bringing me back to life... or if they're just trying to kill me and doing a really crap job of it. To complicate things, three super hot mercenaries—Darion, Silas, and Miles—have made it their mission to look out for me. They're all supes, by the way, although they won't tell me what kind. All I know is they won't let me handle this alone, no matter how hard I try, and they're starting to break through my walls as easily as they break through bad guys' heads.
The only problem is, I can tell they have secrets. I learned long ago never to trust people who keep secrets. Especially because I think this secret might have something to do with my little undead problem...
Do I let them break down my walls, or will that just kill me forever this time?

Taylor Yates just wants to prove that the 6th century poet of King Arthur’s court, Inigo Domhnall, actually existed, but evidence is elusive.  Then she hears Domhnall’s lyrics in a death metal song and engineers a meeting with the singer, Brody Gallagher.

When Brody kisses her, they are both thrust back in time to King Arthur’s court, telling Taylor he is more than a simple rock singer.  When Taylor kisses his friend and lover, Veris, they are sent back into a different time, too.

Brody and Veris desparately want to keep Taylor in their complicated and long-reaching lives.  Terrified, Taylor wants only to return to her own…