I write dark things...
Hey all, I’m doing a giveaway of not one but three paperback copies of The Daemon Whisperer over on goodreads, so head on over and sign up for your chance to win! (Yes, you must sign up via goodreads for a chance to win.)
I’ll autograph it with whatever you want inside and you’ll get that freshly inked from a squid smell. Hmm, real books! Gotta love ‘em!
As a holiday gift to my fans I’m reducing the price of The Daemon Whisperer from now until the end of the year to $.99! It’s only on Amazon for now, but in January it’ll roll out to other markets at the normal price. (I know some of you Nook users have waited a while, sorry about that!)
Amazon is continuing to discount the paperback version to just below $9! So if you’ve held out for a sale, now’s the time! (Especially if you can bundle with other items and save on shipping.)
Some of you have asked how you can support my efforts. The first and most awesome is, of course, by buying my books. I know many of you have already purchased a copy, and you have my enduring heartfelt thanks!
If you’ve read my book or books and feel so moved, I’d love an honest review. It doesn’t have to be long, even a basic star rating goes a long way sometimes towards convincing other readers towards giving a book a chance. You can leave a review as short as twenty words on Amazon, and Goodreads allows for star ratings only if you prefer. Usually when I do reviews I cut and paste the same text between both systems, because I’m lazy like that.
Now on to completely free and almost zero effort ways to help! Anyone who has an Amazon.com account can click the ‘Like’ button on my book pages and my author page. The more ‘Likes’ I have, the more recommendations and visibility my book will receive. At around 50 ‘Likes’ I become eligible for additional promotional spots. Spiffy, no?
To like my author page you need to get there first. Check out this next image, it shows how you click on my linked name under my book title.
Then, once you’re there, click on the ‘Like’ button to promote me as an Author. Cause I’m cool!
Another area on the book page you can help out are on the Amazon Book Topic Tags located further on down the page. Just click on all of them you agree on. If you want to there’s a textbox with an Add button next to it where you can add in new topics as well. This helps readers find books when they search on a given topic in Amazon, i.e. ‘cooking’ will bring up books tagged here, and the higher the tag counts the higher the ranking on the search results.
Wasn’t that easy? Now if you really love/’Like’ me, you can hit my other book page, Ripples, and like it too. Do you have other authors you adore out there? I’m sure you do! Go forth and spread some holiday joy around and ‘Like’ a few for fun, now that you know what those little boxes are used for. (Please use responsibly.)
Again, I want to thank everyone for your support over the last few months as I’ve debuted The Daemon Whisperer. I’m in edits on The Dream Sifter, the first in my The Depths of Memory Sci-fi/Horror trilogy, and soon I’ll start posting teasers for you here on the blog as the manuscript firms up.
I’m also continuing work on The Madness Path, and loving the book. It’s well…messier than the first book, and I don’t mean gory. Well, there’s broken bones in the first chapter–fine. I’m just saying, things are shaping up to be pretty out of control. But considering how I’ve named it, this is no surprise, eh?
Yeah, you heard me right…
The Felt Tips Office Supply Erotica Anthology, edited by Tiffany Reisz, is now officially released, and you can pick up your copy at Smashwords, B&N, or Amazon today! All proceeds–yes 100%–of the proceeds go to a charity that helps underprivileged kids get school supplies, so your gift to yourself this holiday season helps out someone else. Isn’t that wonderful? (BTW I believe we’re not naming the charity online as this is an erotica anthology and the charity concerns kids, and we don’t want to bring undue attention to the charity. And by proceeds, I mean sales post the cut Amazon/B&N/Smashwords take as their due. None of the authors, the cover artist, editors, etc. are getting paid for this endeavor.)
I’m pimping this quality collection of smut because my short story, Open Rack, is included in the collection. Hey, I give to charity too! I do it personally, directly to organizations–sometimes with cash and sometimes with time. Remember me running that 5k for epilepsy? (I think I blogged/tweeted about the importance of prepping first. Hiking regularly does NOT compare! LOL I have no idea what I was thinking!) I also do donations through my winery to specific events we support throughout the year. Basically…I like to find ways to pitch in across the board. When the opportunity came up to take part in a charitable effort via my writing presented itself, it felt like a natural extension of my normal efforts to give back.
My story features IT Geeks in a server room, dealing with uh, underutilized server rack space. Thus the name. There are 43 other stories in the collection, rounding it out at just under 100k words, so your investment will be well spent. #didijustsaythat #yeahidid #movingon
Go forth, read erotica (if that’s up your alley, if not, gift it to someone you know who is so inclined). You’ll support kids who otherwise wouldn’t get the school supplies they need. My thanks in advance for your support.
I know this is short notice, but Tuesday night, 11/27, at 8pm MST, I’ll be featured on ~LetHer Shine, a radio show brought to you by Women Out Loud. I’ll read from and discuss, The Daemon Whisperer as this week’s ~Behn’s Book.
Women Out Loud is a weekly broadcast that spotlights women through words, writing, reading, and wit. They capture a glimpse of our world every week through four unique segments.
Feel free to send questions for me to answer to: firstname.lastname@example.org. I know you have them in you, just…be reasonable people!
The music of the fantastic band Dear Marsha will also be featured on the show, FYI.
Here’s the blurb and cover for The Daemon Whisperer:
Meriwether Storm discovered the grisly remains of her parents on their living room floor when she was only fourteen, the result of a failed daemon summoning. Meri immediately swore vengeance on the daemon who’d killed her parents, but there was only one problem–she had no idea which one had committed the atrocity.
Before their untimely deaths her parents had trained her intensively in the arts, and Meri used her skills to follow in their footsteps, ever seeking the daemon’s name. Now, despite her years of searching, she’s no closer to the truth and her time is running out. Will she accept a deal from a daemon if it means finally learning the truth? When retribution is the only thing that drives you, how much are you willing to sacrifice before you lose yourself to the cause?
I urge you to go and read Chapter 1 and decide for yourself if this book appeals to you. It’s an Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Romance with horror themes. If it does sound interesting, hop on over to Amazon and pick yourself up a copy. It’s available in eBook now, and will be out in paperback form in November.
If you’re a Goodreads user, you can also find the book here. Even better, enter to win one of two free copies on the Goodreads eBook giveaway by midnight tonight! You never know — you might just get lucky!
A special thanks to all of you who’ve supported me through this journey. An author is nothing without readers, after all.
Also, next Monday night 10/8 I’m hosting an online facebook (on my fb author page) and twitter (#tdw) launch party at 8-9pm MST, where I’ll answer questions and post factoids about the book/series for your amusement. See you then!
It’s been two months since I’ve given a status update so I wanted to check in a let you all know what I’ve been up to.
In case you missed it, the cover art for The Daemon Whisperer released a few weeks ago. I’m presently ironing out edits with my editor and hope to circulate ARC’s by mid-June. If you’re a reviewer and would like a copy, please let me know and I’ll add you to my list!
Other big news: I’ve lined up Christopher Stewart of Red Aces Media for the artwork on my Depths of Memory Trilogy. I’m very excited to be working with him on this project and we’re in wonderful creative synch. I’ll be posting the covers as they become available, but if you watch our conversations on twitter you may catch glimpses of art here and there as well.
Connected to this news is my decision to self-publish the Depths of Memory Trilogy, with the first book, the Dream Sifter, due out this Winter and the second, Dreams Manifest, due out Spring 2013. I have deep respect for the Indie publisher I was working with originally, but once I’d started down self-pubbing path with my Liminals series I felt it was best to go ahead and handle the others directly as well. I am happy to have delivery dates on this series for you now and look forward to sharing snippets of the first book in Six Sunday’s after Daemon Whisperer releases.
One thing I didn’t do, but said I would, was work on a script version of Ripples during April’s ScriptFrenzy. Yeah, my bad. April just got too insane for me: personally, professionally, writerly, all aroundly.
I did manage to plot out a sequel to Ripples titled informally: Twisted Path. I also got the entirely of book two of the Liminals Series plotted out, titled The Madness Path. I’ve even began writing it. And then ‘it’ happened.
A story snuck up on me, the wily beast! Uninvited and unplanned! A dark fiction, untitled, tale I’m not entirely sure deserves to be shown the light of day, and yet there it is. I’m rounding 20k words, so apparently I’m committed at this juncture. Or something. Nonetheless, it will out, and then I’ll get right back to my proper plans and such as. Like The Madness Path, clearly a tale of some repute. Or the last book in my Depths of Memory Trilogy, Forsaken Dreams Pursued.
Yes, right. Because I’d never, ever, write about things which go bump in the night or discomfort your sense of center. Not I.
By the way, what disturbs you? You know, just so I don’t write about it.
(taken from Tiffany Reisz’s original post)
FELT TIPS – The World’s Greatest Charity Anthology of Office-Supply-Related Erotica is coming December 12, 2012. Mark your calendars! The anthology, like its readers, will be coming soon!
This is a fantastic compilation and I’m thrilled to have my own short story, Open Rack, included in this anthology. I’ll be sure to update everyone again closer to the release date so you won’t miss your opportunity to help out with the effort to raise funds for charity.
One of the fun elements of working on this anthology was coordinating stories with the other writers. Imagine a game of Clue (Colonel Mustard with the Candlestick in the Observatory), but with Office Supplies, Oh My! The Red Swingline Stapler went first, then highlighters, paper clips, fountain pens, and well, all manner of items. Rooms and well, equipment went next.
Suffice it to say, Open Rack is set in a Server Room. That’s all the detail I’m giving you for now. You’ll have to get the anthology and do your part to contribute to our worthy charities to learn the rest.
Learn more about it here … http://tiffanyreisz.com/storytime/121212/
After months of working on a book, typing out line after line, editing round after round, blah blah blah, there’s something so wonderfully visceral and real when you finally see the finished cover image staring back at you. Somehow, it makes it more ‘book like’. Screw those 90k+ words you put into it, the image means it’s ‘happening’!
Feel free to Oooohhh and Aaaahhh. And if you don’t adore it, well feel free to blow me, cause I’m in lurve with it. Hahah!
Here’s the wee marketing snippet for you: Meriwether Storm discovered the grisly remains of her parents on their living room floor when she was only fourteen, the result of a failed daemon summoning. Meri immediately swore vengeance on the daemon who’d killed her parents, but there was only one problem–she had no idea which one had committed the atrocity. Before their untimely deaths her parents had trained her intensively in the arts, and Meri used her skills to follow in their footsteps, ever seeking the daemon’s name. Now, despite her years of searching, she’s no closer to the truth and her time is running out. Will she accept a deal from a daemon if it means finally learning the truth? When retribution is the only thing that drives you, how much are you willing to sacrifice before you lose yourself to the cause?
Do you use Goodreads? Then please click here and add it to your to read list now! Yes! NOW!!! (thank you!)
And oh yeah, I promised you a teaser too, didn’t I? Indeedly! Here you go, the first scene from the book. Hold on to your seats, it’s going to get a little messy.
Genre: Urban Fantasy, Content: Contains graphic violence, recommended for readers 14+ If you use Goodreads please consider adding this to your to-read list please so you’ll be among the first to know when it releases. Thanks a bundle!
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Meri coughed as the summoner heaped yet another handful of cinquefoil onto the brazier. She pulled her cowl lower, not wanting to be recognized. Her employer had hired her to oversee two daemon invocations this week. At the first one, she had been a mere bystander to an uneventful and failed attempt. Meri wondered how her role would play out this evening and hoped she wasn’t in for yet another snooze-fest.
Only years of practice and rigorous training saved Meri from laughing out loud, as Reverend George coughed through the required chants. She recognized the words meant to cleanse and ward the space, but without the proper consistency of intonation–which he lacked–they held little force. He continued chanting away as he laid out a line of mostly even sea salt along the ground. The attendees’ faces she could make out through the shadowy fog held undeniable tension and fear–not exactly a show of faith in the summoner’s skills, or perhaps they rightly feared the ritual’s intended product.
“Amateur,” Meri whispered under her breath. Reverend George was an abject example of ‘you get what you pay for’. Sure, they lived in daemon-infested Denver and this was just another typical abandoned hovel infested with mold and rats as the backdrop for this pathetic summoning. There were plenty enough such locations in the economically depressed city and enough desperate souls willing to risk a new career, especially one that paid top dollar. A middle-aged man of mulatto heritage, his hair and long beard held equal parts feathers and mud. His flamboyant, long-sleeved, velvet, purple jacket and alligator boots lent him an air of eccentricity. Meri assumed people, maybe the same people who crowded the room, mistook these elements as a sign of power. Plus she’d heard he worked for reasonable prices. What a deal.
Not exactly a selling point when the creature being summoned might end up eating you for dinner. But heck, he’d made it this far, right? So let’s fire up that brazier! A few words mentioned on the street guaranteed you an audience of lookie loo’s, all the better to spread your reputation. Assuming, of course, you lived through the night.
Reverend George finished warding the space and held up his hands to those in attendance. “If you have doubts or fear that your mind can’t handle what you’re about to see, then leave now!” he shouted. Everyone stood still, waiting to see if anyone would bolt. No one did.
He walked into the center of the ring of salt and knelt. Dramatically, he tore open his jacket and picked up a consecrated ceremonial blade from the altar before him. Despite his exposed flesh, not a speck of daemon ink was in evidence. Definitely a novice.
“Engetheus, daemon of rage and retribution, I invoke thee!” Reverend George took the blade and sliced across his abdomen above the liver. A trickle of blood ran freely across unmarked skin. Yup, he was new to this business, thought Meri. “I offer you my flesh offering in kind, and command you to rise up and take form!” he shouted.
Meri waited and listened to the Reverend repeat the chant, over and over, until she felt a familiar tingle in her liver as a swirling vapor cloud wafted from the floor. She smiled then, knowing things were about to get interesting and her employer’s fee would be well spent.
The chanting Reverend George’s eyes were closed, so he missed the emergence of Engetheus. Gasps and shrieks issued from the onlookers as they beheld all seven feet of Engetheus’ bright red muscular form, not counting the jet black horns which rose another foot. His eyes were black as coal, and his long sharp fangs matched the gleaming horns. If the crowd was expecting rage personified to look like a bunny rabbit, they’d just gotten an education. Only the bravest resisted fleeing the hovel and everyone but Meri took a few steps back.
Reverend George stopped his chanting and gazed up at the beast, fear evident in his expression. Meri sighed and watched him stand up in front of the rage daemon. This was why she never knelt at a summoning, even after standing the rage daemon still towered over him, reemphasizing the inherent lack of power balance.
“I am summoned,” Engetheus rumbled. “But to what end?” By the glint in his eyes, Meri imagined he had a long list of his own vengeance targets.
“I have called you forth to exact retribution upon Harold E. Fields,” replied Reverend George. He pulled from his jacket pocket a small bag, and held it out with a shaking hand. “This holds his hair, and will guide you to him.”
Engetheus snatched the bag and took a long whiff, and then tossed the bag aside. “Yes, I have met this one. Finding him again is no challenge.”
Considering that Mr. Fields had hired Meri to attend this summoning, allowing the rage daemon to hunt down her employer wasn’t going to be happening.
“What form of retribution is required?”
“Death to him and any kin abiding with him. The form is of your choosing.” The Reverend replied.
“That is to my liking, summoner. But first, payment is required.” A smile spread across Engetheus’ face, revealing even more sharp, black teeth. His thick, black tongue snaked across his teeth; he was eager for his due.
Reverend George took a small bowl from the altar, and cut his abdomen again, taking care to collect the blood in the bowl. He held the bowl out to the daemon. “Accept this blood from my liver, to satiate your hunger.”
At this, both Engetheus and Meri chuckled. Reverend George hadn’t done his homework.
Engetheus slapped the bowl from the Reverend’s hands. “That is not a fitting payment. You will give me what I require.” The daemon moved with lightning speed, knocking the man to the floor. Engetheus crouched over him and raised his fangs over his liver. The few remaining onlookers fled, not wanting to watch or be next in line for the daemon’s appetite.
“Engetheus, hold!” Meri commanded. She dropped the cowl from her cloak and stepped forward, tracing the pattern of Engetheus daemon-ink under her clothes. An answering fire lit in the daemon’s eyes.
The daemon roared, now unable to move any closer to the errant Reverend. His black eyes turned to stare her down, but he didn’t back off from his intended prey. Meri felt her liver burn in reflection of the daemon’s emotions, a visceral reminder of their prior engagements.
“I smelled you, summoner. I assumed you were just here for the show. What gives?” asked the daemon.
“Bound once, bound always, rage-bearer. I’m here to modify your orders.” Meri answered.
“No, you can’t do that!” said Reverend George. “I summoned him!”
“Yes, and you were doing so well, sport.” Meri said. “Unfortunately for you, Engetheus and I go way back. If you were a pro, you’d know not to invite anyone else to your summoning, to avoid just this potential conflict of interest for the daemon. Daemons will respond to whoever displays the most powerful hand. It’s called the A Priori Rule, not that it helps you now.”
“There’s no conflict for me,” Engetheus replied. Drool dripped down onto Reverend George’s chest, drawing a whimper from him. “Command me,” he deferred to Meri.
“First, you are to ignore the previous command to inflict retribution on Mr. Fields and his kin.”
“For what length of time?” Engetheus asked.
“Until I, and only I, lift the restriction,” Meri replied. “Can you determine the scent of the person who hired this summoner?”
Engetheus sneered. “Easily. Mr. Hodge.”
“I did not doubt you could. Secondly, you will hunt down the enemy of Mr. Fields, tear him limb from limb, and then feast upon him, as you will. You will leave his kin unharmed.”
Engetheus frowned, no doubt disappointed at having fewer targets to kill. “Done.”
“Third, when this task is complete, you will exit this dimension and return to your own, harming no others in your wake.” Meri said.
“As you command. Anything else?” Engetheus asked.
“One last thing. I feel this client would like some trophies. Bring me the standard ones when you’re done.”
Light flashed in Engetheus eyes and his muscles rippled across his torso. “You doubt me?”
Meri’s gaze drifted from the tips of Engetheus’ ebony horns, his cruelly curved fangs, his broad and stout red-skinned bulk, all the way to his black-clawed hands and feet.
“No, Engetheus, I don’t doubt for a moment your capacity. I simply wish to make a statement to a sub-standard and weak human, should he challenge me. Surely you can appreciate this?”
Engetheus bared Meri his full complement of fang. Meri supposed it was a smile. “I like your style, summoner. As you command.”
Their agreement bound, Meri steeled herself. “As to your payment,” she replied.
She picked up the bloodied bowl and gave it a quick rinse with sanctified water from the altar, simply because it was handy. Without a second thought, Meri shoved two fingers down her throat and then on cue, vomited into the bowl. She swished some water through her mouth and spat it out into the bowl as well. She turned to see a disgusted human gaze and a worshipful daemonic one.
“You see, Reverend, rage daemons hunger for our hate, and energetically we store hate in our liver. As our bodies cleanse, this negative energy is secreted as bile.” Meri handed the bowl to the crouching daemon. “All debts are paid?” she asked, hand still holding the bowl.
“Paid in full,” Engetheus replied with greedy gaze. “All shall be as you command.”
“Thank you for the lesson, Miss Meri,” Reverend George said.
Meri looked him in the eye, and felt no remorse. She listened to Engetheus consume her offering, and turned to leave.
“I guess I’ll be going now,” Reverend George said. Meri heard him trying to back his way out from under the massive daemon.
“There’s still the matter of your payment,” Engetheus replied.
“But you’re not taking commands from me anymore. I don’t owe you anything!”
The daemon’s laugher reminded her of rocks scraping together. “You summoned, you pay. Her payment doesn’t apply to our arrangement.”
“But, but, I can’t throw up easy like she can! Just give me a moment!”
“I’m not the patient type,” Engetheus replied.
Meri heard the tortured cries of Reverend George as his skin was torn asunder. He was no match for the powerful daemon he’d summoned and failed to bind. It was a risk each summoner faced, at every summoning. Meri stood in the doorway, unable to walk away. Instead she looked back over her shoulder and witnessed Engetheus eat the man’s liver bite by bloody bite. The Reverend refused to die quickly. Instead, he continued to whine fight the daemon ineffectually.
With every mouthful, Engetheus marking upon Meri’s flesh pulsed with invigorating life force. The connection wasn’t lost upon her. Nor, when the daemon swung his head in her direction and met her eyes, dark eyes blazing with hidden knowledge, was he.
Meri finally left the building when she heard the Reverend scream what must have been his death throes. She walked on, despite the growing awareness in her liver as more daemon ink bubbled up onto her skin. And deeper, as only summoners understood, under her skin, she felt her bile churn and her mood inflame. She could have bargained with the daemon for the man’s life, but there was only so great a payment she was willing to take on to any daemon. She had to preserve every inch of remaining bare skin and every ounce of sanity she had left.
Yes, that’s how I’m feeling right about now! Feel the SQUEEE!
On Friday, March 30th, I will have a book cover for you to gawk and fawn over! And you better, cause I’m already squeeeing over the mockups!
Oh yeah, did I say SQUEEEE!!!!
Additionally, I’ll give y’all an official prologue excerpt at the same time! Because I’m a giver that way. Yeah, you know how I am.
So anyway, this is a short post. It’s not exciting. Not by itself. It’s just a teaser, to let you know the inevitable is happening. The book cover. It’s happening! After that I’ll be trolling for reviewers. Cause it’s fun, or so I hear tell. (Not really, it’s painful and sad, but it’s what’s done.)
Oh yeah, it’s a happening.
(Like my placeholder fake book image above? It’s from Goodreads.com. There SOPA! See I gave credit!)
I’ve seen others give some project updates lately, so I figure, hey, why not me too?
First off, I’ve finally decided on the names for the other two books in my Depths of Memory series. That’s my Sci-Fi/Horror trilogy. The first book is called Dream Sifter, and it’s still in the editing queue at Freya’s Bower and is likely another 6 months out from publication at this time. The other two books I’m naming Dreams Manifest and Forsaken Dreams Pursued. This may not be momentous to you, but as a writer it’s critical to have the right names nailed down, and for some reason the names for this series eluded me for some time. Also, I’m not summarizing the plots here, but feel free to click-through on the titles above to get a brief synopsis on the series.
Second, I signed up for ScriptFrenzy. Why? I blame @Babseth for the encouragement. That, and I’ve thought of doing it for some time. See, I’ve been looking for a good time to turn Ripples into a screenplay, and just never had the time. People keep telling me it would make a killer hour-long TV creepfest, but for me to market that, it needs to be in the right format. Thus, ScriptFrenzy! Oh, BTW, don’t tell my hubby I’m doing it. After NaNoWriMo he’ll throttle me, just FYI.
Third, while I’m knee-deep in Ripples I’ll be plotting out Ripples – Twisted Path. Yes, I’ve been talked into it by none other than Amber West! Well, and well, others who wanted a sequel to the story. Although I don’t feel there’s a whole novel or novella left in the telling (I say this now), there’s enough for a series of web posts. Look for this in the Summer.
Fourth, I’m now jumping into the fourth round of edits on The Daemon Whisperer (this is the first book in The Liminals series), and I’m very happy with how this book is developing. My beta readers have been very helpful and I’m going to expand a few areas, and once this edit is through I’ll begin working with my pro editor. Also, I’ve begun shopping around for a cover artist. I need a seriously tattooed lady for my cover art for this book! Have I mentioned I’m self-publishing this series? No worries, I love an adventure.
That’s all for now. If you’ve got questions about the above, or you think I’m crazy, just say so!
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