Below's the image for my Christian/Brina novella bundle. Christian's mother was a healer, and she pressed so much healing energy into him when he caught the fever, she gave him the magic of fire.
In Dome of Iniquities, it's not safe to gamble in Caleb's casino. Pleasures abound, but a traitor lurks at the tables.
When 6 spinners turn their magic against you, you're in trouble.
Diana is not only goddess of the hunt. She's mistress of the moon and magic, and as Hecate, she calls on her hell hounds to meet prey at the crossroads.
Emerald Hills hides magic in every nook and cranny. It's a magical place, and tourists flock to it. But the shop owners need a little magic in their own lives. They can see it for others. It's harder to call it on it for themselves.
Thea Patek has taken the job of the Greek Fates for her small area of southern Indiana. She's a weaver of destiny, like other women in her family. When a soul steps on the scales of Life, before birth, she records each of the scale's ups and down, and each forms the soul's life journey.
Babet & Prosper have finally bonded. Witch and werebear are now one, but it's going to be a struggle to stay that way when a dream wraith decides to make Prosper her own.
It's spring, and romance lingers in the air. A good thing, too, because Midu has helped bring people together over and over again in Emerald Hills. It's time she finds someone of her own.
Gorgons have gotten a bad rap, and Medusa's sisters got the worst of it. But neither of them blame their little sister for their problems. After all, Medusa was young. She was in love. It wasn't the smartest move to make love to Poseidon in Athena's temple, but passion isn't always rational. Athena didn't appreciate it, though, and then everything went to Hades.
Okay, this novella is in the Christian/Brina novella collection. Harpies are usually depicted as ugly--part female/part bird creatures--and they can be that. But in their mortal form, they're much more fetching....
What happens when a werewolf attacks you, a gargoyle saves you, and then you find out you're a witch? Your entire life changes.
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Oct. 20: I just wanted to let you know that I posted a free short story on my blog at http://writingmusings.com/, but I decided to post it on my blog here, too, in case you'd like to read it. BROTHERLY LOVE is an addition to my Death and Loralei novella collection.
I feel like I'm ready to move forward! For the last two months, I've been wrestling with "finishing up" things. I finished the rewrites for my third Fallen Angels novel and sent them off to my agent. I finished a polished draft for my romance to send to her, and last, but not least, I wrote two new novellas to complete my Christian and Brina bundle. For now, at least, that's the LAST bundle I'm doing for a long time. So I'm finished with those. I love writing them, but I want to concentrate on novels for a while.
The thing is, I got everything done! And for the moment, I can do whatever I want, and Babet and Prosper are calling to me. And then, I'm itching to write the next Wolf's Bane novel--my third. That should keep me out of trouble until the holidays:)
Hope your October is happy. I love Fall. And if you're in the mood for witches, vampires, a werewolf, and a sin-eater, check out the Christian/Brina bundle. Who knew medieval castles could house dragons and all kinds of magicks?
September: I finished the second draft of the romance I've been working on. Now, it's off to my agent and beta readers to critique. Wish it luck. Writing outside of my usual genre (urban fantasy) has been good for me. It's made me concentrate more on characters and relationships. Hopefully, it's been a growing experience. Sometime this month, I'm hoping to polish two, new novellas to add to my Christian/Brina series to make a bundle. That will finish those stories. No more dragons and medieval magic. I'll miss them.
Finally, I wrote a (long) short story about Enoch (Fallen Angels). Dome of Iniquities is listed on the side of the page as a free short story. Hope you like it. At Caleb's casino, the stakes are high.
August: Just wanted to let you know that my novel, SPINNERS OF MISFORTUNES, the sequel to EMPTY ALTARS, is available online now. Once again, the Greek goddess Diana, visits the Norse lands to help Tyr, Donar, and Freya save their nine worlds. For the Norse, spinners with magic can twirl their spindles to create spells. When six spinners join together to wreak destruction, it takes Diana's magic to stop them.
This is a short, short story I wrote to show Diana as Hecate, goddess of the Crossroads. Diana is usually thought of as the Greek Goddess of the Hunt, but she has other goddess modes, too--goddess of the moon and magic. She and Tyr are protagonists in my novels Empty Altars and the upcoming SPINNERS OF MISFORTUNE. Neither Diana nor Tyr back away from a battle.
Dark of the Moon
Pious leaned his shovel against a tree and walked to the girl's body. He used the heel of his boot to scoot her across the damp earth until she tumbled into the shallow grave he'd dug. He didn't like to touch them once they were dead. Only sick men did that. This girl's flesh had felt like satin while he fondled and touched. He only picked buds about to bloom. She'd fought, but what could she do? When she'd regained consciousness, her hands were tied and one foot was tethered to a stake. She hadn't just screamed. She'd tried to bite. He enjoyed girls with a little fight in them.
He pressed her eyes closed before he started refilling the grave. It bothered him when they stared at him or grit flecked their irises. He smoothed the dirt when he finished and covered it with dead leaves and a few stray branches. Shouldering his shovel, he glanced back at the place as he walked away. In a few days, he wouldn't be able to find it. Neither would anyone else.
Her disappearance hit all the headlines. Fifth girl taken. No clues. No witnesses. He was always careful. And his choices were random, spur of the moment. A predator who embraced convenience. He made himself wait to celebrate, so there'd be no connection, no pattern to follow. Wouldn't go to his favorite bar outside of town and buy the best Scotch it had until time had passed. But tonight was the night. He'd raise his arm in a salute, mentally pat himself on the back, and let the smooth liquor slide down his throat.
He drove to Patterson's and parked in the back lot. Lights on tall poles fought the night's gloom. He looked skyward. No clouds. No moon. The stars looked cold and faraway. A wind sprang up and whipped his coat around his upper thighs. It stung his cheeks and made his eyes water. He wrinkled his nose. A stench, like sulfur, swirled past him. He hurried toward the bar's front door and the light that spilled from its windows. He heaved a sigh of relief as its warmth embraced him, and he took his place on a stool. The bartender recognized him and came to get his order. Before he could give it, the door opened again, and the scent of sulfur followed a lithe, lovely woman as she walked toward him. Waves of chestnut-colored hair billowed past her shoulders. She moved with unnatural grace.
She took the stool next to his and turned her attention to the wine bottles in the glass cooler. The bartender raised his eyebrows and waited. She shrugged. "Your best dry red," she said. Then she turned her attention to him. "But you were about to order, weren't you?"
"Pete knows what I like." She upset him somehow. There was something about her. He couldn't guess her age. She was stunning, but when she studied him, her moss-green eyes reminded him of fathomless depths. If he stared into them long enough, what would he see? And then he jerked. The first girl he'd ever snatched, the one with honey-gold hair and sky-blue eyes, stared out at him.
He blinked. A trick of his memory. He loved to tick off the girls on his fingers. They filled one hand now. Someday, he'd need both hands, and then maybe he'd start using his toes. His lips lifted in a secret smile, and the woman stared at him. He raised an eyebrow. "There are plenty of empty stools to choose from. I like my solitude."
She shrugged. "So stay home."
Her answer surprised him. She looked fresh, wholesome in some way, like she spent a lot of time outdoors. But she didn't look innocent. No, not with those knowing eyes. He stared again, and this time the girl with red hair and braces looked out at him. Which one was she? Number three? Yes, a bit on the mouthy side. He'd had to gag her to shut her up.
Pete brought their drinks and the woman studied him as she took a sip from her glass. "You've been coming here for a while now." It wasn't a question, but a statement.
He frowned. "I've never noticed you before."
"You wouldn't, would you? I'm not young enough for your liking."
He cringed. What did she mean by that? He picked up his Scotch, tipped his glass, and let the heat of the liquor burn his throat. Maybe if he ignored her, she'd go away.
She leaned close enough to whisper in his ear, "Celebrating, are you?"
He almost dropped the glass. He gripped it tighter and stared at her with alarm. "I don't know you. I think you have me mixed up with someone else."
"Not a chance. They've been calling to me, you know. You bury them in the woods, the places I favor. I hear them. They want justice."
She knew. Somehow, he'd slipped up, and she knew. He'd be damned if some strange woman was going to ruin his fun. "I don't know what you're talking about. If you keep bothering me, I'm asking Pete to make you move."
She smiled, amused. She drained her wine glass and left money on the bar. "I'll see you later. Are you sorry in any way? Do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"Yeah." He glared. "You're a crazy bitch, and if you're smart, you'll stay away from me."
Her smile widened. She turned on her heel and left.
He tried to regain his festive mood, to let the girls flit through his mind in a happy memory. But the woman had ruined it for him. He felt a darkness spread inside himself and knew he'd need to release it soon. This night was ruined. He paid for his Scotch and walked to his van.
On the drive back toward town, the wind thrashed more violently, shaking the branches of trees in a spastic, macabre dance. The sky dimmed, as if someone had lowered the wattage of the stars. And the stench of sulfur burned his nostrils. His shoulders relaxed when he saw the lights of the city a short distance away. He reached the first stop light and pushed on the brakes as it turned red.
The street lamps blinked out. Wind howled around corners. He strained to hear. Was that only wind? Or something else? Cries and pleas? And then he saw her. Taller than the buildings she passed with the shadowy, dark forms of hounds following on her heels, the woman from the bar approached him.
He gulped. Who the hell was she? He stomped on the gas pedal, but his van stalled, sputtered, died. He locked his door, but she grabbed its handle and ripped it off its hinges. The hounds circled him, drool dripping from their cavernous jaws. They were darker than an abyss with eyes that glowed red. And they were hungry.
She smiled, not a pleasant sight. "The girls have called to me. At the dark of the moon, I'm the goddess of the crossroads and these are my hellhounds. There'll be no number six."
The hounds sprang toward him. A scream started in his throat, but was ripped out when canines sank into his neck and tore. He gazed up at her as she opened his chest and yanked out his heart. She tossed it into the air and pieces of it flew to each hound. She looked down at him in disgust, then turned and walked away, she and her hounds slowly fading into nothingness. He gave one last gurgle, and the visions of five girls stood over him before they ran to catch up with the woman.
Who'd have thought? In this day and age, there was a predator more lethal than mortals.
July News: I know i'm going to be confusing, but my writing's confusing at the moment. Too many loose ends, dangling all over the place--rewrites, marketing, and cover work, making me a little bit crazy. I'm waiting for feedback on too many things. I've scrambled for the first five months of 2014 to wrap up the rough draft of my urban fantasy novel (Blood Lust) and two new novellas for my Christian/Brina, medieval bundle. My wonderful, awesome, beta readers--(authors whose work I admire: Ann Staadt and M L Rigon/Julia Donner--both on amazon--and my daughter, Holly)--are slaving away on Blood Lust, taking red pen to rough pages. It looks like I might get off easy. They like it so far. And my agent, Lauren Abramo, is reading the rewrites she asked for in my second Empty Altars novel, SPINNERS OF MISFORTUNE. That book excites me. I got to combine Greek/Roman and Norse myths. I let Arakhne--as large as a human when she changes from a mortal to a spider--spin webs to cover the portals to Hel's Undergound land of the dead and the Fire Giants' domain. I love myths, so fun stuff for me. But, as I was saying, I have novellas ready to bundle and two novels in rewrite stage. At the moment, though, there's nothing else I can do, so I decided to play with a romance. I know. Why not add more to the mix? But I've never written a romance novel. Emerald Hills is a series of romance novellas that I really enjoyed writing. But plot points for 40 pages are different than plot points for 260 pages. Still, I liked writing those novellas enough that when Lauren said, "Why don't you try a romance?"...I thought Why not? I'm 100 pages into it now, and it's been freakin' fun. Hardly any research. No big battles. Just misunderstandings and chemistry ready to combust. I like it! Sometime in July, I hope to have SPINNERS online. In the meantime, I'm going to keep throwing my handsome hunk and my uptight heroine together and see what happens. As for you, I hope you have a wonderful Fourth of July and an awesome summer.
I've sung the wonders of Michael Prete in my blog, how much I love the book covers he creates for me. If anyone would be interested in using him for their covers, here's his contact info: http://vertex10.com/about.html. He's created every cover for every novel or novella I've ever done. I can't praise how easy he is to work with enough. But way back, when I put up my first four novels, my agent, Lauren Abramo at Dystel & Goderich, suggested that I tie all the books together with a common look and mood. Michael and I decided on a pathway that led to something significant in each novel and a dark, moody tone. That worked for then, because I had no name recognition (still don't) and I only had four novels (that was before I went crazy writing novellas). But lately, it occurred to me that I'd like each of my series to have a similar look and tone that's slightly different from the other series I write--so that every novel and novella for Emerald Hills looks different than the covers for Gorgons & Gargoyles, etc. Fabric of Life, one of my early novels, created the setting for Emerald Hills, but didn't match any of the covers for the novellas I wrote later, so I asked Michael to change it, to make it fit the mood and quirkiness of a little tourist that houses magic in every nook and cranny. Thea Patek is a modern Fate. She weaves and cuts the threads that define each soul's life before he's born. And Michael created this cover for her. I love it! I've updated my novellas page for Emerald Hills, too, to show each novella and the cover for the entire bundle--that will be available on May 18!
My new Babet & Prosper novella is available online. Hooray! It's longer than the previous ones in bundles. I'm still experimenting for a perfect length for them. And this one's steamier than the others--so be warned!
I'm working on the second half of the third Enoch/Voronika novel. Slower going. I have plot points for almost every scene in the book, and it's still managing to surprise me. The characters do what they're supposed to do, but they do it THEIR way. Gotta love it!
It's March. We actually had a day that reached 50 degrees. Some of the snow is
starting to melt, but no worries. The weather man's predicting more snow for
Tuesday and Wednesday. This winter has been a BEAR.
I've started work on the third Enoch/Voronika novel. I have a rough draft of the first half finished. The second half always takes me longer, though. The story just keeps getting more and more complicated. The writing slows down--I have to take more care. I wrote a few novellas ahead, though, to post while I slave away on the book. Midu's Magic went up on March 7th. It's free on Smashwords right now, if you're interested. I added its cover to the Emerald Hills novellas. This cover is one of my favorites. Not sure why, but the colors and style really worked for me. Spring has to be just around the corner, right? It can't come soon enough!
My newest novella bundle is up. I've finished my Ally/Dante series, and I'm going to miss working with the Greek myths I put in these stories. I've always had a fascination with the Medusa myth. There's so much more to it than most people realize. Medusa was punished by the goddess Athena because Medusa fell in love with Poseidon and had an assignation with him at Athena's sacred temple. When the goddess caught them, she cursed Medusa by turning her into a Gorgon. But she not only cursed Medusa, she cursed her two sisters, too, and they happened to be immortal. I played with the idea of what happened to the sisters after their parents banished them because they were hideous. Immortals don't die, but they can be killed. And hunters soon realize that if they take the girls' heads, they can use them as weapons to turn their enemies to stone. So what would the sisters do after Perseus killed Medusa? Stheno goes to an isolated island (in my stories) to hide. Ally ends up in Summit City, trying to blend in with modern mortals, but always hiding her true identity. When a hunter finally tracks her down, she discovers that Summit City is guarded by four gargoyles; and when Dante sees Euryale, he's determined to protect her.
Gorgons & Gargoyles is 5 Lunch Hour Reads for only 99 cents (for now). There's one novella for each gargoyle, telling how he finds romance. And a bonus novella for fun!
I can't believe we're close to the end of another year. In 2013, I think I've posted a blog almost every week at Myths and Musings (http://writingmusings.com/). I've finished three novella bundles and one new novel--Shadow Demons--and I've sent a second novel to my agent that will hopefully be up early in 2014 (a follow-up to Empty Altars). All in all, 2013 has been a good year for me. Hope it's been kind to you, too.
This is my latest Christian/Brina novella.
These stories are short (about 11,000 words) for readers who want to grab something and finish it in one night. My daughter, Robyn, loves these because she's working so many hours, she can sit down with a glass of wine when there's nothing good on TV and relax for a couple of hours. I have fun writing this series because I get to people castles with all kinds of supernatural entities--vampires, a lonely werewolf, and a lot of witches. In One Spare Serfdom, I even add in some Greek myths. All of my favorites.
This is my second Reece/Damian novel--a woman who recently discovered she's a witch who teams up with a gargoyle. Yes, I like gargoyles--well, mine anyway. I love the cover Michael Prete created for me because it fits the story so well. An Egyptian warlock has perfected evil, and he comes for Reece's mentor, Hecate. White witches have to team together to battle him, and they're not sure they can win.