Raise your hand if you're ready to say goodbye to 2016.
As tumultuous as 2016 has been, I'm not taking any chances. I'm ringing in the new year with a nice safe book!
Between celebrity deaths, political insanity, and just a general bad luck, the majority of this year has been filled with dread. Our only respite is to escape into the fictional worlds where we can hope to find our happily ever after.
Christmas brought me a wonderful treasure of a present. A copy of one of my favorite holiday classics with copies of the original manuscript included. Though the holiday is over, this is what I will be doing while the calendar turns over to the new year.
I hope you'll be safe as well during this transition to the new year.
PLEASE PARTY RESPONSIBLY.
Let's ring in 2017 without any further bad news!
Now that's I'm done with the PSA about New Year safety, how about some escapes from reality. Need a few books to dive into?
Good girls don’t wear fur or fight over men, and they certainly don’t run around naked, howling at the moon.
And I am excited to report that Spilling Ink, my weekly Indie Author talk show
(which was started earlier this year)
is steadily gaining followers.
We're right about at 100 followers now and growing!!
It's been a very busy publishing year and much to my kids dismay, that meant mommy spent a lot of time in the office. Working from home with three kids (two of which are still preschool age) is a challenge. Finding a balance between keeping them entertained, and making sure I hit deadlines has kept me up late each night and rising with the sun every morning. Copious amounts of caffeine have been the only thing keeping me from crashing. This was also the first year I traveled for book events, often being away for 5 or more days at a time, and my littlest child cried every time I left home. Even now when I say I am "going to work," (doing a local book signing or festival) she begs me to come right home.
Despite the circles under my eyes or the fact that lack of sleep has turned my brain to mush, I am thankful every day for the opportunity to work from home.
And I am most thankful for you readers!
In my last newsletter, I talked about how honored I was to be counted among those whom I consider to be A-listers in the indie market. After that email went out many of you responded back with notes telling me how much you enjoyed my books and felt I was A-list quality as well.
Those compliments truly made my day!
And knowing how much you enjoy my work spurs me on to continue working to the wee hours of the morning to get the next books written. I want to make you all proud.
So, along with my wishes to you for a Happy Holiday, I want you to know how much I cherish you all for reading my work.
2017 is going to be an even more awesome Book Year.
Did you make the Naughty or Nice list?
Don't worry, books are for everyone!
Sofia's comfortable new life is upended when widower, and ex-security-forces-turned-handyman hunk, Noah Tyler enters the local pub.
Curvy, sassy, full of life, and passionate about her job as a bartender… That was Sierra Jones before she lost everything. She had no idea shifters even existed until she became one and it all went downhill.
First off, let me just say how amazing it is to be in the indie author community. There is just so much amazing talent out there. I admire so many of my colleagues, not only or the stories they put out, but for their nose-to-the-grindstone dedication to keeping up with reader demand. It's not easy to bang out story after story with speed and efficiency, while still maintaining quality of work. But that's just what you have to do in this business. And I strive to do just that, always looking to my peers for ways to improve, following their excellent examples toward success.
So, it was a humbling and thrilling moment when one of those very authors I admire asked if I would join in on a winter themed boxed set.
Of course I jumped right in.
A short story turned in by next week. No problem!
The idea was to group some amazing authors and provide new content with a nod to the winter season. Teasers, shorts, tie-ins, prequels... the sky was the limit (well actually the word count was the limit). They wanted to create something magical and unique, and what came out of this mad dash to light a fire under the muse, was nothing short of amazing.
Let me introduce you to Magic and Mistletoe.
Christmas is magical...but sometimes that magic is cursed.
Dive into the holiday spirit this season with fifteen bite-sized paranormal shorts full of mystery, danger, humor, and romance. Experience the wonder as you journey alongside werewolves, vampires, djinn, monsters, fae, hellhounds, witches, druids, and one seriously pissed-off fairy godmother.
From New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon bestselling authors, every selection in this rare, limited edition set will keep you spellbound from page one. But make sure you've been good and your stockings are hung with care, because this Christmas there's no telling what's coming down the chimney.
Yule Moon by Aimee Easterling
Miami Twist by A. Blythe
Fall by Demelza Carlton ----->Frost Bitten by Katie Salidas(That's me!!!!!) <----- em="">----->
The Angel and the Beast by C.N. Crawford
Santa Meets Mrs. Claus by J.L. Hendricks
The Witch of Christmas Present by Katerina Martinez
A Stone's Throw Christmas by Hailey Edwards
Simon Says by Rachel McClellan
Frost by K.N. Lee
Druid Spirit by Amy Hopkins
Matchsticks by May Sage
Bloody Jolly Christmas by Rick Gualtieri
Heart of Ice by Erin Bedford
Kris Kringle Rides Again by P. Joseph Cherubino
Grab Magic & Mistletoe today and enjoy the holidays with not just one good story, but fifteen!
but it is pretty freaking awesome. Did you see some of those names up there? I'm a little star struck over here.
Last week I told you about Wicked Winter which just released as well. And that one is still available and ALL MONEY earned from that set is going to charity (Alzheimer's Association) #BooksForACause.
That boxed set includes a story called Mated. Now, pay attention this is important.
Introduces you to Brady and Rachel Magic and Mistletoe
Shows you why Rachel was left for dead in the woods to begin with.
(Go ahead an one-click them... I'll wait.)
All of this is important because it sets you up for the second part of my BIG NEWS!!
There is more in store for our newly acquainted pair, Brady and Rachel. After you get through these first two parts, you'll be ready to learn what happens next.
The complete package, so to speak, is available now for pre-order.
Releasing January 17th 2017
Book 2 in the Olde Town Pack
Brady Whelan, Second Son of the Olde Town pack is a confirmed bachelor, serial womanizer, and self-proclaimed sex god.
He wears those titles like a badge of honor.
Boyfriend or – a word that should never be spoken – mate...
No way in Hell!
He’d never let a woman tie him down… like that.
But Rachel Marsden might give him a reason to change his ways.
I've been telling you about this boxed set for weeks now. I am thrilled to be part of such an awesome set of stories. And, of course, the fact that we are doing this for charity is just icing on the cake.
100% of the proceeds from the sale of Wicked Winter are being donated to the Alzheimers Association.
We wanted to give something back, and what a better way than using our gifts to aid in a worthwhile charity?
So, with all that said, I am going to drop the links for you here. It is available everywhere ebooks are sold!
All proceeds will be donated to help support the Alzheimer’s Association in the fight to find a cure.
Warm up your chilly nights with 15 stories by some of today’s hottest USA Today, and Amazon bestselling authors as they tell you tales of vampires, shifters, elementals, fae, and demons trying to find a little love this winter.
Blood caught Brady’s attention. The coppery tang of it overpowered the crispness of the winter air. But it was not the elk they’d just taken down. Nor was it rabbit or even fox. The scent of wolf blood, as strong as if it were flowing from his own veins, rose up to smack him in the nose.
And just when he’d thought things were going well.
Injuries rarely happened on a hunt. Spilled blood meant a fight. And in broad daylight, when the potential to be spotted by humans was at its greatest, locating the injured before they shifted took precedence. So much for peace during the holidays.Time to go to work. Brady blew out a hot breath that turned to mist instantly as it hit the cold air.
He listened, hoping to hear a rustle of branches or the whimper of the injured, but there was nothing.
Frustration had him growling inside over the fact he’d spoken of peace too soon and invoked the wrath of Murphy’s Law. Wolves always found a reason to fight.
The scent trail led him down into a thick patch of forest. At least a mile from their compound and buried under snow mixed with fallen leaves, he found a she-wolf, unconscious and bleeding to death. Her fur, white as the snow, had been stained black from all the blood.
He shifted and knelt to inspect the wolf’s wounds. Multiple bite marks covered her body. A deep cut across her belly looked almost too clean to be from claw marks, and her front paw jutted out an unusual angle. No doubt there were more wounds hidden behind the sticky matted fur. This was no fight over a kill; this looked like murder, poorly masked as a battle.
Who would do such a thing? Wolves might be treated as equals among the pack, but the thought of someone harming this girl and leaving her out to die in the open woods struck a chord deep within him.
The poor thing didn’t even have the energy to shift back to her human form. Most wounds could be healed during a shift, so the fact she hadn’t told Brady she was near death, and if he didn’t get her back to the compound immediately, that would be her fate.
That he couldn’t allow. Not on his watch.
It was only a mile; he could make it. But he’d be near frozen by the time he arrived, having to do it naked.
Brady looked around to see if anyone was nearby. He thought to howl and alert the others, but wondered if that might attract the girl’s attackers as well. He’d spent so much time with her he hadn’t given thought to who else might still be lingering.
A cursory sniff of the air gave no indication of any others nearby, but even with his superior nose, there were too many other scents assaulting his senses to be accurate.
Time was of the essence. Questions would have to be answered later. He could run a full sweep of the forest once he got the girl to the compound.
Brady scooped her up. She was a ragdoll in his arms as he carried her back. Howls in the air signaled his approach. Other wolves, his personal guard, spotted him as he approached. Shifting to human, they came to aid him as he moved closer to the steps of the compound.
“Help,” he called out, bursting through the doors as he headed toward the infirmary.
“What happened?” Fallon was first to meet him inside. Without missing a beat, she grabbed a blanket from a stack and ran up, throwing one over his naked body. Horrorstruck, she spotted the wolf in his arms.
Before she could ask the question, Brady blurted out, “Sniffed her out, buried in the woods. Whoever did this did not want her found.” A growl of pure anger accompanied his words. Whoever had done this would pay.
“Set her over here.” Fallon retrieved another blanket from the stack. “Do we know who she is? What pack she came from?”
Her questions were valid, and if he had the answers he would give them, but all Brady could muster at that moment was a grunt as he laid the injured wolf on the table, inspecting the wounds on her body. Her eyes were open, but she neither blinked nor moved to look around. Legs broken. Bite marks in her side and various scrapes and abrasions on her back. This was the work of one of their own. Whoever it was had shifted human when they were done and attempted to finish the job with that final slice across the belly. Not deep enough to gut her, thank goodness. But it was certainly an ugly cut. The fact that it hadn’t finished her off said that it had been done in haste. Brady sent his mind back, trying to recall if he had heard any signs of a struggle. He’d been so happy to watch the packs take down that last elk he hadn’t been doing his job. He should have heard something. But his memory was blank up to the point where her blood had caught his attention.
The other explanation would be if she had been attacked elsewhere and dropped in the woods to die. That again pointed to one of his own kind. They were too deep into the woods for cars to have access.
He had to get to the bottom of this.
“What the hell did this?” Fallon’s question hit the mark.
What indeed. It was one thing to fight with another wolf; that happened all the time. Hell, Brady was often more beast than man – but even so, to do this to a female? Unspeakable. To leave her alone and dying in the cold forest… Whoever had done this was truly a monster.
Problem was, with so many new faces in attendance it would be hard to pinpoint who’d done the deed.
Brady swore silently that he would track down the bastard. He’d exact retribution. He smelled her fur, noting the variety of scents clinging to it. Blood overpowered all.
Another wolf came up behind him. “Her body is in shock. Not surprising seeing all of those wounds.”
He turned angrily at first, but recognizing Emma, the pack physician calmed his wolf.
Emma administered a shot of some kind to the injured wolf. “She’ll need a transfusion to kickstart her healing. She’s lost too much blood.”
Brady looked down into the poor girl’s eyes. He couldn’t shake the feeling that had he had his head in the game, he might have prevented her injuries. “Take what you need from me.” He patted her head gently and then looked up to Emma. “She was found on my watch.”
Fallon looked sideways in disbelief. “That’s very gallant of you,” she said, before offering her own blood if need be as well.
Gallantry had nothing to do with it. He’d been on patrol. He should have been paying closer attention to what was happening in his woods. It was the least he could do. When she woke, she could point out her attacker.
“Just do it.” Brady grumbled.
Remember, All proceeds will be donated to help support the Alzheimer’s Association in the fight to find a cure.
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