Friday, January 25, 2013

Species Intervention #6609 series

I've been getting into this entire series, have found it quite good reading. Normally I won't get into series either. Do recommend getting the entire set and read each one in turn. In this series you do need to read them in order. Would like to see all five books in a boxed set.

It starts in the year 1929 and continues a little over 100 years into the future. Echo is really cool, so is Netty and Abby. There is a lot of action and adventure throughout. It kept me wanting to find out what would be happening. There's even a little bit of romance here and there but not a lot.

Very fast paced, the entire series flows well and each of the books proved to me to be quick reads. In my opinion the amount of detail was just about perfect.



Armageddon Cometh 


The One (to be released)

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

What are your greatest challenges?

Trace Footballbutterfly Greatest challenges??? TIME. There is never enough time. I have more stories and characters and scenarios and quotes than I could ever hope to put into books and that kills me. Sometimes it is all so loud in my head that I can't write/type fast enough to get it all out. My books are the first things I think of in the morning and the themes I fall asleep to at night.

Ryder on the Storm


Lynsee Muse Smith Author Turning writing into a career.

The Citizens

Gillian Schafer I found the greatest challenge as an indie is the formatting. One format for smashwords, one format for Amazon, one format for createspace, one format for Lulu...... You get my meaning. I hate formatting, and as a full independent I do it all myself. It's damn hard work.



Brian Bigelow Writing time is probably the biggest one, many days I only have an hour or two for writing but I always get some writing in. It's almost like a drug for me any more and I have to have it. Must find out what the characters will do and where they go.

Horror Bent

Tammie Clarke Gibbs Finding the right editor

Monday, January 21, 2013

Blog Hop

Two of my books are featured on the main blog today.

One of the favorite stories in Horror Bent that's been mentioned to me by many and in a few reviews is my little zombie story, "Dance of Death."

This story began with the question of what would have happened if there was a disastrous screw up in the mustard gas mixture. What if it didn’t work as intended?

The central character is Sergeant Peter Casey who served during World War I with the Royal Munster Fusiliers. He was the Great Grandfather of Michael H. Hanson who is a good friend of mine and quite a talented author in his own right. Members of the unit later formed the beginnings of the IRA which led the ending of the story where they create a pact that is very similar to the one the IRA originally created. 

At some point in the future you can expect me to write a longer story that will expand on this story line. Some of it the unit history I turned up really fascinates me.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Ryder on the Storm

It began with tragedy….
Continued with rebirth…..
Intensified with an uncovered past….
Faithful friends with secrets of their own….
How will it all end?

Storm Sullivan has fought for the right to live with the man she loves, surrounded by friends and free of the ever-looming shadows of her family’s ancient enemy. A life she never thought possible is the only one she wants. Can Storm find a way to end an ancient feud without losing everything she holds dear? Find out in the thrilling conclusion to the Emerald Seer Saga – END OF THE NIGHT – coming 2013.

The adventure begins with RYDER ON THE STORM available where ebooks are sold.

Ryder on the Storm Amazon ebook for Kindle
Light My Fire Amazon ebook for Kindle
Whiskey, Mystics, and Men Amazon ebook for Kindle
Love Her Madly Amazon ebook for Kindle

An excerpt from RYDER ON THE STORM…


Standing at the long, glass-topped bar of Starlight, scrunched between Dan and Shane, Storm felt safe. Her vision from earlier tucked away in the recesses of her mind, she allowed the thrumming classic rock of the club to ripple through her. Christmas lights twinkled above, lining the ceiling, and below her beneath the plexiglass floor. The same lights trimmed the bar and liquor shelves. Starlight was the hip, new club according to her friends. They were clearly channeling some sort of big hair band vibes this evening forcing Storm to stifle sarcastic comments all evening. She was bored. Other than the music, she found nothing appealing about Starlight. Her foot refused to stop keeping beat to the medley of Jimi Hendrix, The Doors, Boston, and Lynyrd Skynyrd. Okay, so the music struck a chord and the boys had agreed to unload her entire truck and help her unpack if only Storm would accompany them for the night. They even offered to buy her drinks. Her guilt over sending them away coupled with the scrumptious pizza they’d delivered, well, she gave in right quick.

The worst part of the experience had to be the get up they’d produced for her. With all of her clothes packed away in the truck she couldn’t very well argue. Storm dolled herself up - as in completely out of her element. In fact, she looked like a pin-up. Every time Storm caught a glimpse of herself in the enormous floor to ceiling mirrors behind the bar she cringed. It was uncomfortable only for the fact that men were staring at her and the only thing that staved their awkward advances remained her two beautiful companions. Storm felt painfully aware that she was not the typical fare for Starlight; the snug-fitting pencil skirt and off the shoulder top stood out in the crowd of spandex and sequins. Perhaps she’d gone a touch too far with the 20s style coif. She cursed herself for listening to Dan and Shane.

“Stop fidgeting, Storm. You look amazing.” Shane’s whisper tickled her ear and the compliment made her even more uncomfortable. Retreating behind the glass in her hand, Storm eyed her co-dates. She didn’t get it. They could have anybody in the bar; she’d seen the droves of women watching the pair hungrily and shooting her death looks. Still, they flanked Storm, in the middle of the long bar, and fed her drinks and popcorn in attempts to force fun down her throat. Storm mentally checked herself; she had to give them more credit. Dan and Shane were not the average body-building, superficial thugs and she accepted that nobody could call her hideous.