Shades Below Is Leaving #KU!

Announcement time!

Shades Below is leaving the Kindle Unlimited program!

For the first time, the Shades Below series will be available on iTunes, Nook, Kobo, and other ebook retailers! If you get your reading material from sites other than Amazon, now you’ll be able to find the Shades Below books at your online shop of choice.

If you are a Kindle Unlimited subscriber, there’s still time to get your read on! Here are the official “exit dates” of the books in the series. Add them to your KU reading list while you can!

A World Apart (Shades Below, #1) – March 9, 2017 (passed)

Season Of The Witch (Shades Below, #1.5) – March 23, 2017

The Devil’s Disease (Shades Below, #2) – March 25, 2017

All future Shades Below novels will also be published wide, so keep an eye out for them wherever ebooks are sold (okay…most places where ebooks are sold).

 

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I #SupportWNDB – The Series: ADDING DIVERSITY TO YOUR WRITING

That one time the inimitable Madhuri Pavamani had me over to talk about diverse books…

Madhuri Writes

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Adding Diversity to Your Writing:

A Few Simple Strategies

Laura Oliva

A huge shout-out to Madhuri Blaylock for hosting this awesome blog series.  Thanks for inviting me to add my two cents on this incredible topic!

Literary diversity has been getting a lot of press lately.

Near as I can tell, it all started when NaNoWriMo announced its 2014 partnership with the organization We Need Diverse Books.  While WNDB’s stated mission is to “address the lack of diverse, non-majority narratives in children’s literature,” many writers of adult literature (including me!) have also elected to hoist the flag.

And it’s about time.

I had been doing some soul-searching on the subject of literary diversity even before I became aware of the NaNo/WNDB partnership.  More and more, I’ve been noticing the marked cultural uniformity in genre/pop/mainstream fiction.  It’s high time we as writers lead the charge for change.

I’m fortunate to…

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The Proust Questionnaire: As Answered By Asher Evans

I was originally introduced to the Proust Questionnaire by my fellow Write Bitch Madhuri Blaylock in her interview series, Getting Proustian (you can find my interview on her blog). As an admitted nerd for self-reflection, I really enjoyed answering the questions. It also got me thinking.

Why not put some of my characters under the microscope?

Below is the Proust Questionnaire as answered by Asher Evans: survivor, vampire, and protégé of vampire Constable Seneca Lynch. Asher will be starring in the the upcoming Shades Below novel, If You Were My Vampire.

Now, without further ado…

The Proust Questionnaire: Asher Evans

1. What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Perfect happiness? There’s a quaint thought.

2. What is your greatest fear?
Fear is a trap. The fearful are always the first to die.

3. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
I am a survivor.

4. What is the trait you most deplore in others?
Blind obedience.

5. Which living person do you most admire?
Seneca Lynch. Although I don’t suppose he is technically “living”…

6. What is your greatest extravagance?
Grace Alan.

7. What is your current state of mind?
Conflicted.

8. What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Forgiveness.

9. On what occasion do you lie?
I don’t. If people can’t handle the truth, that’s their problem.

10. What do you most dislike about your appearance?
I have a tattoo I would prefer to be rid of. Unfortunately, as it was part of me when I converted, it is part of me for eternity.

11. Which living person do you most despise?
Lukas Kaufmann. He represents all those who took my family. Although like Lynch, he is not technically “living”.

12. What is the quality you most like in a man?
Determination.

13. What is the quality you most like in a woman?
The same.

14. Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Jedem das seine. To each his own. Lynch hates when I say it.

15. What or who is the greatest love of your life?
My life ended April 11, 1945. Any love I felt before that turned to smoke in a German chimney. I try to think about it as little as possible.

16. When and where were you happiest?
Next question.

17. Which talent would you most like to have?
The talent to understand the point of questions like this.

18. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Nothing. I’m fucking perfect.

19. What do you consider your greatest achievement?
I once saved someone who did not deserve to die.

20. If you were to die and come back as a person or a thing, what would it be?
I’ve seen enough in one lifetime. If I were to die, I wouldn’t want to come back.

21. Where would you most like to live?
I haven’t thought about it. San Francisco has been my home since the war ended.

22. What is your most treasured possession?
A brass button from a child’s coat. I was sorting the possessions of incoming prisoners, and I thought my sister would like it.

23. What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
I cannot put it into words, but I see it every time I close my eyes.

24. What is your favorite occupation?
I’m currently an enforcer for a loan shark. It suits me.

25. What is your most marked characteristic?
Lynch would probably say my lack of faith. I say when you’ve seen what I’ve seen, belief in anything seems like a waste of time.

26. What do you most value in your friends?
I don’t have friends.

27. Who are your favorite writers?
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Hermann Hesse. Thomas Mann.

28. Who is your hero of fiction?
Faust. I sometimes think Lynch resembles Mephistopheles, which is probably unfair. I believe it would amuse him, though.

29. Which historical figure do you most identify with?
I am a historical figure, so…myself?

30. Who are your heroes in real life?
There are no heroes in real life.

31. What are your favorite names?
Marta. Rivka. Grace.

32. What is it that you most dislike?
Introspection.

33. What is your greatest regret?
I lost my sister. We were on a platform, and our mother told me to hold onto her. We were separated in the crowd. I never saw either of them again.

34. How would you like to die?
As quickly as possible.

35. What is your motto?
I already answered this: Jedem das seine. To each his own. Although I have also heard it translated, “To each what he deserves.”

 

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Shades Below Got A Facelift!

Happy New Year!

In honor of 2017, the Shades Below tribe got a makeover! Seriously though, I’m too obsessed with these new covers. Is that weird?

Probably.

Whatever.

Feast your eyeballs on these pretties…

 

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“There are things that go bump in the night, Mr. MacMillian. It’s my job to bump back.”

Private investigator Jesper MacMillian is sure he’s seen it all. Living in San Francisco, strange is what’s for breakfast. Then he meets psychic medium Lena Alan, and his definition of “strange” changes for good. Suddenly, MacMillian finds himself in a world where monsters aren’t just real, they’re hiding in plain sight. For Lena, a medium since childhood, it’s just another day at the office.

For MacMillian, it’s the beginning of the end of everything he thinks he knows.

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Something wicked this way comes…well, more wicked than usual.

Georgia Clare needs help, and fast. As the lone survivor of her coven’s brutal massacre, she’s felt their killer hunting her. Unfortunately, there’s just one man she can turn to, and he doesn’t do witches. Private investigator Darius deCompostela has spent a lifetime avoiding the things that go bump in the night. When Georgia knocks on his door, however, he can’t bring himself to turn her away.

It’s just one case, after all. It’s not like it’s going to change his life…

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In the city by the Bay, things are about to get bloody…

Psychic medium Lena Alan always sticks to what she knows, and what she knows are dead people. When her brother Cyrus agrees to look into a troubling incident for local vampire Seneca Lynch, Lena is in unfamiliar territory. Once again, she turns to private investigator Jesper MacMillian for help. Together, they are drawn into a part of the demimonde where folklore is real and nightmares are born. This time, there are more than just ghosts walking the streets of San Francisco.

There are monsters, too.

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AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST…

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**COMING SOON!**

Sometimes, your life begins the day you die…

Asher Evans is a man haunted by history. Turned vampire in the concentration camp that claimed his family, he has never recovered from the loss of his humanity. Nearly a century later, the unthinkable happens: he meets a girl. Grace Alan has spent a lifetime trying to be normal. Finally, things seem to be looking up. There’s only one problem: she’s just been murdered.

Grace is the first person in decades to make Asher feel human. He can’t let her die…but saving her may condemn them both.

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Currently, these beauties are only available in ebook form. Keep your eyes peeled, though; print editions will be available soon!

November, 2016: SPECIAL EDITION #MondayBlogs

 

Happy Holidays!

 

Welcome to a special edition monthly update! What’s so special about it, you ask? Prepare your eyeballs, because today you get a super-exciting FIRST LOOK at the next Shades Below novel, If You Were My Vampire!

You may have noticed I haven’t been around the Internet much lately. In case you missed the announcement on my Facebook profile, I’ve decided to take a social media hiatus for the remainder of 2016, both to nurse my post-election hangover and to (hopefully) finish Asher and Grace’s book.

So far, things are humming along nicely, hence this first look! I hope this whets your appetite for what’s to come…

 

Current Word Count

12,633


Song Of The Moment

If I Was Your Vampire – Marilyn Manson

Six A.M., Christmas morning
No shadows, no reflections here
Lying cheek to cheek in your cold embrace

So soft and so tragic as a slaughterhouse
You press the knife against your heart
And say that, “I love you
So much you must kill me now.”
I love you
So much you must kill me now

If I was your vampire, certain as the moon
Instead of killing time, we’ll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come

Digging your smile apart with my spade-tongue
And the hole is where the heart is
We built this tomb together; I will fill it alone
(Beyond the pale everything’s black, no turning back)

If I was your vampire, certain as the moon
Instead of killing time, we’ll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come

Blood-stained sheets
In the shape of your heart
This is where it starts
Blood-stained sheets
In the shape of your heart
This is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon again

Six-nineteen, and I know I’m ready
Drive me off the mountain; you’ll burn, and I’ll eat your ashes
Impossible wheels seducing our corpse

If I was your vampire, certain as the moon
Instead of killing time, we’ll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come

This is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon again
Here comes the moon again
This is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon again
Here comes the moon again

Here comes the moon again

Here comes the moon again
Songwriters: Brian Hugh Warner / Tim Skold

If I Was Your Vampire lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, The Bicycle Music Company


First Look: If You Were My Vampire

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Sometimes, your life begins the day you die…

Asher Evans is a man haunted by history. Turned vampire in the concentration camp that claimed his family, he has never recovered from the loss of his humanity. Removed from the mundane world and resigned to facing eternity alone, he’s completely unprepared when the unthinkable happens: he meets a girl.

As the youngest daughter of San Francisco’s most prestigious psychic family, Grace Alan has always known about the things that go bump in the night. She especially knows about monsters…including the fact that she is one. Grace has spent her entire life trying to be normal, and finally, things seem to be looking up. There’s only one problem.

She’s just been murdered.

When Asher stumbles upon a dying Grace, he knows he should leave her to her fate. But in a world that looks at him and sees a monster, Grace reminds him what it feels like to be human. He can’t bring himself to let her die.

Unfortunately, rescuing her has consequences. Female vampires have been illegal for centuries. In saving Grace, Asher may have just condemned them both.

**Excerpt**

He should have left days ago.

Asher Evans hesitated at the corner of Third and South Park.  If he was even half-smart, he’d turn around now.  He’d go back to his shitty studio rental, toss everything he could get his hands on into a duffel bag, and get the hell out of town.  San Francisco had made it pretty clear it didn’t want him anymore.

Asher jammed his hands in the pockets of his battered leather jacket and started forward again.  Another half hour wouldn’t make a difference, and in any case, he was already here.  He was already committed.

He was going to a tea shop.  At close to midnight.  Looking for a girl.

It was hands-down the most ridiculous thing he’d ever done.

Asher quickened his pace.  He couldn’t even say what it was that had made him notice Grace Alan in the first place.  She wasn’t overly attractive, hadn’t spoken more than two words to him each time he saw her.  And she worked at a place called Cross Your Teas.  Cross Your Teas.  That by itself should have sent him running in the opposite direction.

In fact, he might not have noticed her at all except for the single, fascinating thing she’d done the first time they met.

She’d looked at him.  In the eyes.

People didn’t look him in the eyes.  If they weren’t too afraid of him, they mostly weren’t looking at him at all.  But Grace Alan had looked, and she’d kept looking.  After the first few times, he’d started to wonder what it was she saw.

He’d tried to put it out of his mind, had told himself it probably meant nothing, but it was no use.  Lately, that one simple question had grown from a simple prick of curiosity, to a gnawing fascination, to a preoccupation bordering on obsession.

Tonight, he would have his answer.

Cross Your Teas came into view up ahead.  Asher quickened his pace.  They would be closing soon, and the last thing he wanted was to have come all this way for nothing.  He drew closer.  The lights were still on; a good sign.  He came to the large front window with the outline of a teapot on it, and peered inside.

Grace’s older sister, Lena Alan, was standing behind the front counter.  The drawer of the register was open, and she appeared to be counting out the cash.  Then she stopped, a wad of bills in one hand.  She quickly swiped at her eyes.  Her mouth trembled.  Asher blinked.

She was crying.

Lena visibly sighed, and started over.  Asher scanned the rest of the shop for Grace.  There was no sign of her.  He took a deep breath and listened for movement in the back kitchen.  No use.  There wasn’t so much as a mouse sneeze.  Asher ground his teeth together.

Grace wasn’t there.

Now he really should leave.  He didn’t have time to be trailing one girl all over the city.  But even as the thought passed through his mind, he was already turning his nose into the air, breathing deep.  He caught Grace’s scent almost immediately; the bitter-yet-oddly-comforting scent of patchouli, mixed with something unique to her.  She hadn’t been gone long.  Asher followed it up the street and around the next corner.

The darkness grew thicker, despite the thin light of the streetlamp overhead.  A stiff wind kicked up, buffeting him with the sharp, briny aroma of the Bay.  Asher pulled his jacket a little tighter and fought to hold onto Grace’s trail.  Something cold and unsettling moved in his stomach.  A mere block or two over, there were wider streets, streets with better light and plenty of traffic.  What the hell was Grace thinking, coming this way?

What the hell was he doing, following her?

She wasn’t even his type.  His type was blonde, smiling and empty-eyed.  Grace Alan was the opposite of his type.  Dark-haired, pensive.  When she smiled, he could read the sadness behind it.  And her eyes were anything but empty.  When she looked at him, he got the distinct feeling she could see right through him.  That alone was more than enough reason to leave now.

He had almost convinced himself to do it when he heard her scream.

Asher was running before the sound even had time to register.  Grace’s scent grew stronger, and with it he smelled something else: fear.  Asher’s chest hardened.  The unmistakable sounds of a struggle pricked his ears.  A second scent mingled with Grace’s: male, a few days unwashed.  Sweat and arousal.

Asher snarled.

Suddenly, something thick and fragrant flooded his nostrils.  Reflex stopped Asher in his tracks.  Blood.  His mouth instantly started to water.  His fangs descended from his gums.  He’d come here well-fed, but fuck, whoever’s blood that was, it smelled delicious.  There was a subtle bitterness to it, a smell like…

Patchouli.

Asher took off again at a dead sprint.  Grace was in trouble.  Grace was hurt.  A small, snide voice in the back of his head questioned why he gave a shit.  Asher ignored it.  He slowed, ducked down a narrow, graffiti-plastered alley and took in a deep breath.  The male’s scent had faded.  Asher squinted.  Near the end of the alley, a familiar figure sat slumped against the wall.

He drew a little closer.  “Grace?”

She didn’t turn.  In the semi-darkness, he could vaguely see her lips move, but no sound came out.  Asher closed the distance between them, his footsteps unnaturally loud against the brick buildings on either side.

“Grace—oh, fuck.”

Asher sank to his knees in front of her.  She was more than just hurt.  He reached out to touch her face, at the last minute thought better of it.  His fingertips hovered over the crushed area that had been her cheekbone.  Blood gushed from her obviously-broken nose.  Asher trailed his gaze lower, sucked in a breath.

Her throat had been slashed wide open.

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Thanks staying tuned!  Expect my next update at the beginning of the new year.  Happy holidays, and stay crazy!

XO,

Laura

 

October, 2016

monthoctoberHappy Fall!

 

Yet again, I went longer than intended without posting a monthly update.  If you were dying to hear what went down in September, my apologies!

So here’s what’s up…

In keeping with the whole updating-my-business thing that began during the summer, I spent much of September and October continuing to explore the best direction to head in with my writing.  I focused a lot on improving how I plot my books.  I also did a lot of market research and read some great advice from various industry professionals.

As a result of this, I’ve made a couple changes that you, my readers, should be aware of.

After much consideration, I have decided to place Thicker Than Water on the back burner (temporarily).  I had been struggling to get back into the characters and the story, and my forward momentum was grinding to a halt.  While I love Emil and Puzzle, the Shades Below Shorts have always been more of a passion project for me.  I realized that my time would be much better spent getting the main Shades Below series books to you guys as soon as possible.

I spent the last half of October plotting out If You Were My Vampire (Shades Below, #2.5), and am delighted to report I have officially broken ground!  I will be working on Asher and Grace’s book for NaNoWriMo this year, which should give me the kick in the backside I need to jumpstart my return to writing.

I am SO excited for these two, and I can’t wait to share their story with you!


Current Word Count

2,509


Song Of The Moment

If I Was Your Vampire – Marilyn Manson

Six A.M., Christmas morning
No shadows, no reflections here
Lying cheek to cheek in your cold embrace

So soft and so tragic as a slaughterhouse
You press the knife against your heart
And say that, “I love you
So much you must kill me now.”
I love you
So much you must kill me now

If I was your vampire, certain as the moon
Instead of killing time, we’ll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come

Digging your smile apart with my spade-tongue
And the hole is where the heart is
We built this tomb together; I will fill it alone
(Beyond the pale everything’s black, no turning back)

If I was your vampire, certain as the moon
Instead of killing time, we’ll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come

Blood-stained sheets
In the shape of your heart
This is where it starts
Blood-stained sheets
In the shape of your heart
This is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon again

Six-nineteen, and I know I’m ready
Drive me off the mountain; you’ll burn, and I’ll eat your ashes
Impossible wheels seducing our corpse

If I was your vampire, certain as the moon
Instead of killing time, we’ll have each other till the sun
If I was your vampire, death waits for no one
Hold my hands across your face because I think our time has come

This is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon again
Here comes the moon again
This is where it starts
This is where it will end
Here comes the moon again
Here comes the moon again

Here comes the moon again

Here comes the moon again
Songwriters: Brian Hugh Warner / Tim Skold

If I Was Your Vampire lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, The Bicycle Music Company


Recent Research

Because Asher was an inmate at Buchenwald concentration camp before he was converted, much of my research for If You Were My Vampire has been Holocaust research.  Needless to say, it has been heartbreaking.  The Holocaust is one of those rare moments in history where time does nothing to lessen the overwhelming tragedy of it.  There is no bottom to the intense depravity and depth of suffering, and so it’s something I’ve had to approach in increments.

At various points, I’ve questioned whether including allusions to Asher’s past was necessary or even appropriate.  A quote by the late Elie Wiesel really struck home for me, and has played continuously in my head throughout this process:

I believe firmly and profoundly that anyone who listens to a Witness becomes a Witness, so those who hear us, those who read us must continue to bear witness for us.  Until now, they’re doing it with us.  At a certain point in time, they will do it for all of us.


Pleasure-Reading Recommendations

Sadly, I haven’t been doing much pleasure reading lately.  I just don’t read that much when I’m getting into a new project.  Hopefully I’ll have some good reads to dish about soon!


WIP Excerpt

 

 

He should have left days ago.

Asher Evans hesitated at the corner of Third and South Park. If he was even half-smart, he’d turn around now. He’d go back to his shitty studio rental, toss everything he could get his hands on into a duffel bag, and get the hell out of town. San Francisco had made it pretty clear it didn’t want him anymore.

Asher jammed his hands in the pockets of his battered leather jacket and started forward again. Another half hour wouldn’t make a difference, and in any case, he was already here. He was already committed.

He was going to a tea shop. At close to midnight. Looking for a girl.

It was hands-down the most ridiculous thing he’d ever done.

Asher quickened his pace. He couldn’t even say what it was that had made him notice Grace Alan in the first place. She wasn’t overly attractive, hadn’t spoken more than two words to him each time he saw her. And she worked at a place called Cross Your Teas. Cross Your Teas. That alone should have sent him running in the opposite direction.

In fact, he might not have noticed her at all except for the single, fascinating thing she’d done the first time they met.

She’d looked at him. In the eyes.

People didn’t look him in the eyes. If they weren’t too afraid of him, they mostly weren’t looking at him at all. But Grace Alan had looked, and she’d kept looking. After the first few times, he’d started to wonder what it was she saw.

He’d tried to put it out of his mind, had told himself it probably meant nothing, but it was no use. Lately, that one simple question had grown from a simple prick of curiosity, to a gnawing fascination, to a preoccupation bordering on obsession.

Tonight, he would have his answer.

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Thanks staying tuned!  Expect my next update at the end of November (hopefully).  Stay crazy!

XO,

Laura

August, 2016 #MondayBlogs

MonthAugustAnd now, back to our regularly scheduled programming…

 

First off, an apology. While I fully intended to post updates for June and July, life intervened, and I wound up taking the summer off. As it turns out, I really needed a vacation.

While this does mean my production schedule for the rest of the year has been pushed back by two months, it was time well-spent. In addition to spending two weeks in Hawaii (don’t hate), I gardened, spent time with my family, and all-around just reconnected with how to be a happy, healthy human being.

I also spent a great deal of time reflecting on my writing career over the past couple of years: what has been consistent, what has changed (especially since I published A World Apart), what has worked, and what needs to change in the future so I can keep doing what I love and bringing you books you’ll enjoy.

Like I said, time well-spent.

For those of you still waiting for the next installment of Emil and Puzzle’s story, thank you! Your continued support and excitement means everything. I expect to have Thicker Than Water in your hot little hands by no later than the end of September.

After that, it’s on to Asher and Grace’s book, If You Were My Vampire. I don’t have any dates yet, but I plan on bringing it to you as quickly as is (humanly) possible. In the meantime, be sure to check in with me on Facebook, Pinterest, and this blog for exclusive content to keep your appetite primed!

Without further ado, here’s where things stand right now:


Current Word Count

13,476


Song Of The Moment

Shut Up And Swallow – Combichrist*

*NSFW

“You know the truth.”
“Where are you?”
“You could call it the end of the world..”

You fucking parasite
Feeding off my voice like a leech
Sucking me dry
Use your head
Hope you’re gagging in your throat
Hope you gag and choke
Your pale little face turning blue

If you want it in your ass as I spit in your face
Face down on the floor holding you by your neck
Do you feel like a wreck?
Well that’s life, kiddo
Now shut up and swallow
Shut up and swallow

You’ll get nothing for free
Don’t try to suck it off me
You always take you what you want
Now I just take what is mine
I’ll give you abstinence
You tell of life..
It’s up to you to fill it with substance

I’ll play your game
A lesson of life: It’s not what you want, but what you get
You’ll feel it from within as I work my way out
Such a pretty girl, but such a dirty mouth

Now you want it in your ass as I spit in your face
Face down on the floor, holding you by your neck
Do you feel like a wreck?
Well that is life, kiddo
Now shut up and swallow
Shut up and swallow

“Where are you?”
“You could call it the end of the world.”

Combichrist – Shut Up And Swallow Lyrics | MetroLyrics


Recent Research

**Back Next Month**


Pleasure-Reading Recommendations

While on vacation in Hawaii (I’m not trying to rub it in, really!), I had the happy fortune of discovering a really fun cozy mystery series. I found Murder Frames The Scene on a Local Author table at a used bookstore on Maui, and after devouring it in less than a week, I immediately ordered the first two books in the series from Amazon.

If you’re looking for danger, charm, and a window into 1930s Honolulu, I highly recommend this trilogy!


WIP Excerpt

 

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“Emil told me about your little encounter this afternoon.”

Misha’s next breath lodged in his chest. “Did he, now.” He sneaked a glance at Emil’s face. Surely he hadn’t told Kidwell about Kelly, had he? Govno, he’d promised…

“It’s a good thing no one was at the Byrd house. Things could have gotten complicated.”

Misha released his breath through his nose. Good boy, Emil. He shrugged. “Yeah. Good thing.”

Kidwell rose to his feet. “Emil described the Son, and I think I know who he is. He goes by the name Boudreaux. He is—was—one of the original Acadians who settled here. Been in Louisiana since the late 1760s.”

Misha swallowed a groan. “Great. How do we find him?”

“Glad you asked.” Kidwell gave him a smug look. I’ve managed to secure us invites to a, well, exclusive club this evening. As it happens, it’s one of Boudreaux’s favorite feeding grounds.”

Misha forced himself not to tense. He’d heard stories about the kinds of clubs Sons operated. Sweat pricked the back of his neck. “Invites. Let me guess, you just called them up and asked?”

Emil stood too, a reproachful look on his face. “Puzzle…”

Kidwell merely shrugged. “I’ve managed to make some connections during my time here. As long as we abide by the rules and the dress code, we won’t have a problem.”

“Dress code.” Misha bit back a snort. “What the hell are you expected to wear to a vampire club?”

Kidwell’s gaze slid to Emil. His answering grin bordered on predatory. “As little as possible.”

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