It all started last May. Six of my author friends and I headed to the mountains for a girls’ weekend/writers’ retreat. The weekend was fabulous and during dinner on our last night there, one of us said, “We should write a book together.” (There may have been a few glasses of wine involved. But I digress.) We tossed the idea around, came up with a theme, and a few months later, this happened!!
TICK TOCK: SEVEN TALES OF TIME is a collection of seven short stories based on the theme of time. That’s probably obvious from the title. Here’s the back cover blurb:
Seven Fantasy and Science Fiction authors have twisted time into tales of adventure, mystery, horror, and romance.
A serial killer returns years later to finish what was started.
A coffee shop offers a respite for the cursed.
A hangover masks the horrors of the previous night.
A princess’s wedding gift comes with a price.
A locked apartment door hides a chilling secret.
A girl wakes up in an asylum and must survive, and escape.
A young woman must protect the past to thwart a thief from the future.
All it takes is a second . . . a minute . . . an hour . . . for everything to change.
And here we are! Wicked Ink Books is a group of seven Denver-based speculative fiction authors (from left to write, er, I mean right) — A.G. Henley, Corinne O’Flynn, Kristi Helvig, Wendy Terrien, Rebecca Taylor, Sue Duff, and me. You can read more at Wicked Ink Books.The book doesn’t officially go on sale until March 1st, but you can pre-order it today.
Trust me, these are fun stories! I’m really proud of what we’ve done.
To celebrate, we’re holding a GIVEAWAY!
Good Luck and Stay Wicked!
February 1st is the day. The cover for TICK TOCK: SEVEN TALES OF TIME will be revealed AND the contest will start. Click below to win a $100 Amazon gift card and a copy of TICK TOCK signed by all seven authors… including me!
My good friend Carlyle Labuschagne has got a kickin’ new cover for her book, DEAD OF NIGHT. So eye-catching and intriguing! Take a peek at the blurb and teaser below, you’re sure to want it. Congratulations, Carlyle!
DEAD OF NIGHT book one of the Aftershock Novels
AUTHOR : Carlyle Labuschagne
PUBLISHER: Fire Quill Publishing
Dead of night has be re signed to Firequill Publshing with new edits and a new subplot. Stay tuned, releasing soon!
In a dark and desolated After Earth, love still does exist, but the cost of bearing such a flaw is death.
World War III has left Earth in utter turmoil. People’s beliefs are said to be the cause of the worldwide destruction. After The Clearing new laws are set about – to show certitude in anything besides the law is weak and chargeable as mutiny. To be illogical and have faith in religion is illegal, to be limitless is dangerous. And Illness is seen as a defect – all flaws that are inexcusable.
But to love is the greatest betrayal of all man kind. It is a fault the world has long forgotten and punishable by death, a fatal risk Aecker and Opel are fully prepared to take – because in love there is freedom. But how far can they push back before it claims their lives and of those they care about?
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“Dont be crippled by fear, let love give you wings”
Oh my goodness. Every now and then a reader will put up a review of one of my books that makes me smile for days. This post from Shantella Benson has not only been making me smile, it covers the first three books in my series. How awesome is that?!?!
So what’s the big deal about reviewing a book? It helps readers know if it’s one they want to pick up or not. Shantella wrote a lot about her thoughts on each book which is fabulous. If you don’t have time or don’t feel comfortable writing that much, write just a sentence or two. Easier still, and more important, give a book a ranking. Most popular is the star method – 1 to 5 stars – Shantella uses hands. You could use flowers or unicorns or Heffalumps (because who doesn’t love Heffalumps? Although there might be a copyright issue so maybe don’t use Heffalumps.)
Where do you leave this review? If you bought the book on Amazon you can leave a review there. Same with Barnes & Noble or any of the online book sites. If you purchased it elsewhere, at a conference or book fair for example, you can go to Goodreads. All of my books are there and I’d love to see those reviews stack up! Or if you read a lot and want someplace to express your opinions about what you read, start your own blog. You can set up a WordPress site for free! If you do, let me know. I’d be happy to do a Q&A or interview for you.
So, check out Shantella’s review of book 1-3 in The Wish Makers series. Then go ahead and read them yourself (the electronic version of #1 is FREE) and then let and the world know what you think by leaving a review!!
Cover Reveal ~ Ignite a broken novel
~ Its always darkest before the dawn
From award winning YA science fiction Author: Carlyle Labuschagne
In this epic conclusion to the Broken Trilogy when all seems lost and annihilate by darkness, Troy sets out to to rescue his friends and the survivors of his planet from the controlling hands of Illuninatus. On his rescue mission he discovers where Ava has been held captive for nearly three years completely warded from all supernatural seekers. Troy alone can save her from the brink of her dark disease and stop her from unleashing death to life as we know it.
But first Troy and Troy have to set out into the darkest, lost realms of a desolate Earth together seeking out Cain who holds the answers on how to how the cure to the Shadowing Disease works before her disease becomes irreversible and she becomes the Dark Queen forever, burning down the entire world and those she loves down with it.
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Cover Designer: Ubber talented Regina Wamba Mae I design and photography
Book: Ignite A broken novel #3 (end of trilogy) can be read as a stand alone
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishers
expected date: 2016
Calyle is an South African award wining author, with a flair for mixing genres and adding loads of drama to every story she creates. For now she is happy to take over the world and convert non Sci-fi believers. Her favorite genre to write is YA SF and dystopian romance novels.
Her goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another by delivering strong messages of faith, love and hope within every outrageous world she writes about.
“I love to swim, fight for the trees, and am a food lover who is driven by my passion for life. I dream that one day my stories will change the lives of countless teenagers and have them obsess over the world literacy can offer them instead of worrying about fitting in. Never sacrifice who you are, its in the dark times that the light comes to life.”
Carlyle used writing as a healing tool and that is why she started her very own writers support event – SAIR bookfestival.
“To be a helping hand for those who strive to become full times writers, editors, bloggers, readers and cover artists – its a crazy world out there you dont have to go it alone!“
follow @CarlyleL for all the crazy updates on all things me.
Founder of SAIR Book Festival
Co Founder of Fire Quill Publishing.
Founder of Help build a library in South Africa.
I’d like to introduce Robin Westmore. His story, HAD A GREAT FALL, book 4 in The Wish Makers series, is coming in June.
A new home in a new state. The chance to get away from the relentless bullies and reinvent himself. Then on the first day at his new high school, Robin Westmore finds himself in the exact wrong place at the exact wrong time and right back into the role of victim. All Robin can do now is wish for the harassment to stop.
Being the leader of the genie world is not what Desiree expected. The Guides aren’t happy with her or any of the decisions she makes. The only thing they all agree on is that they want their old boss back, but Kaf has vanished, leaving the Guides in shock and Desiree with a broken heart.
While Desiree hides from her responsibilities, Robin disappears into the video game he’s created. There he finds excitement, adventure, and control. When the game presents him with an escape from his tortured life, will he take it?
Excerpt from Chapter 1
Maybe I could call in sick. With something fatal. Something so contagious the entire high school would contract it just by looking at me. Was there such a thing? I took out my phone. “Okay, Google. What is visual contagion?”
“Good morning, Robin.”
For half a second I thought my phone had learned my name. And had started speaking in my mom’s voice? I entered the kitchen and found Mom in her pink bathrobe with the tea stain down the front, waiting for me. She must’ve heard me talking to my phone.
“Morning.” I set my messenger bag by the back door and took a seat at the kitchen bar.
Google had only come up with only one direct hit and was now blinking at me, waiting for something that would challenge its storage banks. The ‘contagion’ it presented wasn’t even a disease. It was some company in Vancouver that spread positive messages on organic hemp or bamboo T-shirts. Great. I ask for science, I get hippies.
“Do you think Visual Contagion would be a good name for a band?” I asked Mom as I scrolled through a few of the t-shirt pictures.
“Hmm,” Mom said, tapping her fingernail against her teacup. “A band that plays music?”
My turn to sit and blink. “What other kind is there?”
“Plenty. A wrist band. Hairband. Wedding band. Waistband.”
“Okay, okay.” She’d go on and on and then open the thesaurus app on her tablet if I didn’t stop her. “I’m a guy. I don’t think about hairbands or jewelry. Yes, I meant a band that plays music.”
“Then I’d say no. Visual Contagion, great a name as it is, would not work for a musical group.” She took a sip of her tea, Irish breakfast according to the tag hanging from the string, as she contemplated. “Auditory Contagion could work. Audio? Audial?”
Auditory Contagion would indeed be a damn cool name for a band. Almost made me want to form one. Except I couldn’t play a single instrument. Not even that plastic flute-thing they made us play in elementary school. Maybe I could compose something on my computer. I needed music for my video game anyway.
“Okay, Google. Popular music software.”
“Would you like some breakfast?” Mom asked. “Or are you just going to play with your phone until it’s time to leave?”
My mom wasn’t the most domestic person. She did like to feed people though, and when she took the time to make an actual meal, she was a great cook.
I set my phone in my lap and analyzed my hunger level. “Juice and toast with butter and jam. Two slices.”
“Two? You’re hungry today. What kind of tea?” She held up her Irish breakfast to me with a questioning look and wiggled the box as if that would lure me to the Celtic side.
“English breakfast, please. With cream and two sugar cubes.”
“Off to the range,” my dad said as he entered the kitchen and set a black case—smaller than a briefcase, larger than a lunchbox—on the gray marble counter.
“Before work?” Mom asked.
“I don’t have any meetings until ten today. I want to try out my birthday present.”
Who knew a guy could get so excited over a handgun? Then again, this one did have a built-in laser. Guns weren’t my thing, but if presented with a laser-operated piece of technology I’d be all over it. So, I could understand his enthusiasm to a point.
“Want to come with me, Robin?” Dad asked as he plugged the first of two coffee pods into the machine to fill his travel mug.
“Thanks, but I do have a meeting before ten,” I said. “I have that test first thing.”
“Finally,” Dad said. “I don’t understand the holdup on allowing you to take a placement test. You studied?”
“Of course he studied,” Mom said as though nothing could be more unthinkable than me not studying.
“I did,” I told them. “Don’t worry, I’ll pass.”
“They should put him directly into Calculus and Differential Equations,” Dad said.
“He could handle it,” Mom agreed, “but AP Calculus will be an easy A for him.”
“Good point,” Dad said and clapped me on the back, nearly knocking me off my stool. “Build that killer GPA. Get into the college of your choice and academic scholarships as well.”
“Don’t pressure him,” Mom said, setting a plate with my buttered and jammed toast on the placemat in front of me.
seventeen-year-old Theodocia Hews is out of control. Her inventor father Orin
Hews tried to raise her to be a proper lady, but Theo says and does whatever
she wants. Since girls aren’t supposed to be inventors, she’s secretly building
her own airship up on the roof of their house. When her father is attacked and
his valuable invention is stolen, she sets out in her untested airship to
get her father’s contraption back. She’d better hurry. Her father’s contract
with his buyer expires in three days and without it they’re ruined.
but things get complicated when Theo finds an unintended passenger aboard.
Henry Caracticus Thorne—the thief she’d spotted that morning making off with
things in the market—is an altogether unsuitable companion. But he’s unlike
anyone she’s ever met before, he’s willing to help, and he’s drop-dead
gorgeous. As they soar through the sky in the close quarters of Theo’s airship,
it’s not just the steam engine heating up.
took her father’s invention. Will she manage to catch the culprit before
it’s too late? What did that strange lightning storm do to Theo and Henry? And
will Theo give in to her heart and act on her growing feelings for Henry?
YA steampunk adventure/romance series set in 1879 Cincinnati in an
alternate universe where the evil institution of slavery was abolished shortly
after the United States was founded, the Civil War never happened, crazy
inventions are commonplace, and steam power rules!
An attractive young man casually leaned against the corner post holding up the
bakery’s white canvas awning. He was looking straight at me in a most impolitely familiar
way, though we were not acquainted. I noticed him not because his face was handsome or his
eyes were a sparkling shade of blue, nor yet because he was wearing a rather shabby coat.
And it wasn’t that his thick, wavy, dark brown hair was without benefit of a hat, which made him
seem even more out of place amongst the great tide of female shoppers as he gazed levelly
at me. Instead, I noticed him because of what came next. —Theodocia Hews
steampunk. Technical writer, lawyer, marketing communications editor, medical
writer, she’s held a lot of jobs, but her current gig is the one she likes
best—author. Her favorite music to write to is silence because the dialogue
turns out better. She’s also fond of birdsong, thunder, and the sound of the
wind in the trees. She sees herself as a visually creative person, though
others might disagree once they’ve been exposed to the questionable quality of
her drawings, paintings, and photography. She drinks a lot of hot Earl Grey
tea, usually in the company of her dog Stinky—who never partakes.
Tiring of so much moving, she undertook to persuade her husband that they
should settle down and enjoy the four glorious seasons of her beloved Midwest
until their two sons were grown, and lo and behold, it worked.