If you want to request BROKEN BLADE from NetGalley, please do so soon.
It won’t be up there forever.
If you want to request BROKEN BLADE from NetGalley, please do so soon.
It won’t be up there forever.
In my copious off-time. O.O
It’s …well, a slightly erotic SF. She’s an assassin.
If I finish it, it will probably be a J.C. book.
“I hated to admit it to myself, but there are only two people who would have done this. Only two who would benefit. My son and his wife.”
Arching my brows, I edged in closer, searching for weapons. So far, I’d yet to see a single one.
“I cannot tell if the look on your face is curiosity or merely an attempt to distract me.” He sighed and then reached out, pushed a plate toward me. “If you are any good at your job, you’ll recognize this.”
My eyes moved to the plate, a thin disk of what looked like hammered gold.
The sight of the three small berries there made my belly clench, even if I was there to kill him.
Death’s seal, the most poisonous plant in three systems. Deadly, and outlawed on almost every planet in those three systems. Just the tongue of it on the tongue was enough to kill a child. Half of a berry could kill a woman my size. Three berries could kill three men.
“I’m going to make this easy,” he said quietly. “My son seeks to kill me, thinking he’ll inherit.”
Cree reached for a berry.
“Wait,” I said, the word ripping out of me despite my intention not to speak. “Why? If you wish to fight him, then why do this?”
“I don’t wish to fight him.” He smiled, rolling the berry between his fingers. “I wish to deny him what he tries to take by betrayal.” Then he shrugged. “And I refuse to let him use another in his endless vendetta against me. Do you know…it’s our belief that for every life you take, you must save two more if you want to leave this existence with your soul intact?”
I inclined my head. “I have no soul left. You do this for nothing if you try to spare me.”
“If you had no soul, it wouldn’t concern you to see this berry in my hand.”
He smiled at me as he tossed it up in the air.
I don’t know why I did it.
It should mean nothing to me.
I could easily claim his death as my own. Poison wasn’t unknown to me. I suspected I even knew who had provided him with those three priceless, deadly berries.
But my hand moved, almost as though it had a mind of its own and the sliver-thin dart stole the berry from the air and I quickly used two more darts to destroy the other two berries. He could still lick the plate, I supposed, but somehow I didn’t see this regal, elegant man choosing that route.
“Why?” he asked, his voice puzzled.
Staring at the plate, at the thin stalks of the darts, I shook my head. “I don’t know,” I murmured. Then I looked at him. “Do you count now? As one half of a life?”
He cocked his head. “Well. I suppose I would, even though you came to kill me. Do you plan to walk away now?”
Walk away. I’d never walked away from a job in my life. I had failed before. Twice. And I’d suffer more pain than I cared to recall. The breaking of my bones was a sound that had haunted my sleep for years.
But to walk away? Never. Doing so meant my life. It wasn’t much of a life, but it was the only one I had and as though the son of a bitch who held my leash already knew of my failure, I started to sweat. It didn’t work like that. I had time, weeks even.
But if I didn’t kill Cree, my handler could choose to end me.
It was as simple as that.
Staring into Cree’s wise old eyes, I made a decision.
I turned my back.
“How peculiar,” he murmured.
I didn’t stop.
It’s the book of the week and you can get it free on iBooks, but the promotion ends tomorrow.
The sword that felt like a part of me sliced through the air.
Groups of them—
Child. Weak, ignorant child—The crack of a whip slicing through the air. If it kills me, I’ll make you something stronger.
My breathing hitched in my throat.
Hold that weapon steady, Kitasa—useless waste. Oh, dear. You dropped your guard—
I stumbled as her voice rang through my mind and I remembered the sickening, wet crack of my bones breaking. The ghostly ache danced up my arm.
I stopped in the middle of the floor and brought my hands to my face. My right hand still clutched my sword and I squeezed it, tighter, tighter.
Get out of my head, you evil bitch, I thought, half desperately.
“You know, whatever those demons are that are eating you up…”
I gulped in another breath of air and lowered my hands, ready to tear into him, ready to turn around and bury my blade in him and screw the consequences.
I turned around. Saw him standing three feet away. “Seems to me you managed to leave them far enough behind. If you can pick fights with vampires, crazy cats and entire packs of rats, I’d think you could deal with whatever those demons were, too.”
You can check it out here…
Some cool news… Blade Song is the Book of the Week on iBooks this week! This means… it’s free! If you haven’t tried it, now is the time. For those used to my Shiloh stuff, be aware… this isn’t romance. It’s got a romantic subplot, but it’s not romance.
Kit Colbana—half breed, assassin, thief, jack of all trades—has a new job: track down the missing ward of one of the local alpha shapeshifters. It should be a piece of cake. So why is she so nervous?
It probably has something to do with the insanity that happens when you deal with shifters—especially sexy ones who come bearing promises of easy jobs and easier money. Or maybe it’s all the other missing kids that Kit discovers while working the case, or the way her gut keeps screaming she’s gotten in over her head.
Or maybe it’s because if she fails—she’s dead. If she can stay just one step ahead, she should be okay. Maybe she’ll even live long to collect her fee…
The sword was on my bed and she burned unnaturally bright.
He glanced at her and said, “If you even move toward that thing, I’m going to bend it into knots.”
I curled my lip at him. “Like you could.”
He leaned forward. “Is that a dare, little girl?”
“No. It’s a plainly stated fact. Now…why don’t you do us both a favor and get the fuck out of my bedroom?” I jutted my chin out, rotated my wrist again as the itching and heat flared. The sword flashed brighter. I usually wasn’t this close to her without having her in my hand.
I couldn’t help it, though. Ever since he’d spouted off that little piece about a reckoning, I’d been on eggshells, just waiting for whatever the hell he had in mind. If he thought he could leave another mark on me, I’d bloody him.
He leaped over the bed. I backpedaled and faded into nothingness, going invisible as he came for me.
This was one time where his sense of smell might not help.
The entire room smelled of me.
“Considering how mouthy you are, you’re a damned coward.” A smirk was on his lips as I brushed by him, just barely missing his outstretched hand. He moved back over by the bed and settled on the foot of it, that sly, Cheshire cat grin curling his lips as he reached behind him, closing his hand over the grip of my sword.
My breath hitched in my chest.
His eyes flickered my way. No, he couldn’t see me and tracking me by scent was harder. But he heard that. I couldn’t stop the way my heart reacted when he touched my blade. Couldn’t stop it.
“Don’t like seeing me play with your toy, huh?” He lifted her and caught the tip in his other hand. Muscles flexed. “How about if I twist it up a little?”
He couldn’t. Others had tried.
But she was mine—
She flared, bright as the sun, and disappeared. I dropped the invisibility as she settled into my hand. “Keep your damned paws off my blade, cat.”
He was staring rather dumbly into his hands.
A rather queer look settled over his face as he lifted his head to study me. “So that’s how you do it.”
Was there really any point in responding to that? I twirled my wrist, satisfaction settling inside me. Having somebody else touch this blade was like having somebody combing through my underwear drawer or something. Maybe even worse.
“That’s why you’re always popping your wrist or wiggling it when you’re worked up, isn’t it?”
Staring at him, I held her at ready. “Are you going to leave me alone or not? I’ve still got reports to go through and I’m tired.”
“What’s your range on calling it?” He stood up, still eying the sword. “Are there other weapons or is it just that one?”
As he took a step closer, I lifted her. “Please stay away.”
“I thought we had a truce,” he murmured. A smile tugged at his lips.
If I didn’t know what a bastard he was, I might have almost believed the smile. “Doesn’t mean I want you getting close to me.”
He eyed the sword, then me. “You can’t really hold it like that forever. I can just stand here until you lower it. All I want to do is talk, Kit.”
“I can hold it a lot longer than you might think.” Memories of drills danced through my mind. Fanis had broken the bones in my forearm when I was eight because my guard got shaky. When the same thing happened at fourteen with a heavier weapon—a battle-axe—she’d broken my right humerus and my collarbone. I knew how to hold my guard, and despite what he thought, I was stronger than humans.
“So you’re going to stand there and have a pissing contest over nothing rather than an answer to a question?” His smile widened and his gaze dropped, staring at my tits as though the close-fitting tank top wasn’t even there. “Okay. I’ll just enjoy the view.”
Hissing, I lowered the blade and spun away.
Spying a T-shirt thrown over a nearby chair, I grabbed it and stalked over to my bed. Once more, I kept it between us as I put the blade down. “Take it again, and I’ll just call it back,” I said flatly, jerking the T-shirt on over my head.
I didn’t even have time to gasp for a breath.
He was right there.
A hand on my neck held me in place. Swearing, I flexed my wrist. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice gruff. “I’m not…”
I tensed as I felt his hand catch the hem of the shirt I’d pulled on.
“What in the holy hell happened to your back?”
So when I first wrote Blade Song, it went through several rounds edits, including a couple of beta readers, but the bottom line is, I can’t get the treatment that I’d be getting on my NY titles. I did the best I could, but my eyes can’t pick up the little missing words–I see what I think is there. The editors I used picked up a crap-ton, literally-trust me, you should the way I turn a book in.
But I decided I was going to reach out to the beta readers I found for Broken Blade and see if I couldn’t clean Blade Song up some more.
So that’s done. The cleaned up file is now on Smashwords, and it will be redistributed to Amazon, B&N, etc over the coming weeks.
I’m also slowly going to tidy up the other selfpub books I’ve got out there, as time allows.
I only cleaned up the files, though–typos, etc. There was nothing added to the books.
If you haven’t read it and would like to, there is a coupon, making the book $2.00.
The coupon code is WR96X. You can buy it here.
Sometime soon, I’ll be posting calls for bookclub reads on the Kit books.
If you’re not familiar with my bookclub, the info is here. I won’t announce this – it will be for current members of the mailing list only. Book clubs must be established book clubs, with a minimum of five members.
Please note, there is already a lot of interest and the purpose of the bookclub is to help spread the word about my books, so I do tend to go with the bookclubs who seem to be the most willing to do that. Having an online presence is helpful-blogs, twitter, etc. Plus, members need to be willing to post reviews to sites like Amazon &/or BN.
If you are in a bookclub and might be interested, check out the link above… it’s also in the sidebar. Info on how to join is via that link.
Just an FYI, this isn’t a giveaway… there are no odds of winning, etc.
There will be giveaways. Just later.
To the death! Well, no. Not really.
But she’s in a character battle, up against Cassandra Clare. Color me astounded… O.O
You maybe wanna give her a boost and drop by to vote for her?
Here ya go!
Link! Paranormal Cravings…pretty please, only vote once.
“I know.” Damon guided my blade to his chest, his grip relentless. “Bloody me. I’d feel better for it. And if it would do something to take that fear away…” A muscle pulsed in his jaw and he was standing close enough, I could hear the thunderous sound of his heart, racing far too fast. I didn’t have ears as sensitive as his—if he’d been standing any farther away, I couldn’t have heard it. As it was, though, the roar of blood in my ears, the racing of his heart, the adrenaline crashing inside me and the torment I saw on his face…the torment I felt in me…it was too much. “********s not the only one who owes you blood, baby girl.”
Once more, I tried to twist out of his grip. “Damn it, let go.”
Swearing, he dropped my wrist. I put the knife away and darted toward the door.
He slammed it shut before I managed to get it open an inch.
“Don’t, okay?” I leaned my brow against the wood and closed my eyes. “I need to get out of here. I need to breathe. I need to…”
His fingers brushed across my shoulder and he pressed his head to the back of mine. “I miss you.”
A doubler giveaway! I found this on my bookshelf…it’s signed by Nalini so I think I must have bought it for a giveaway and forgot. Oops!
Want it? Leave a comment below. It’s the first in the series, so if you haven’t read them, you’re fine to start here. And you should. Start here, I mean. Read these books. They are awesome. Read the disclaimer… winner name will be posted to the blog, sometime next week and you have to check back to see if you’ve won. I do not email the winner. Entering means you’ve read and agree to the disclaimer. Do not post this to sweepstakes sites, either.
Other stuff! Look it… Kindle posted me to their blog!
A bunch of my Berkley books look to be marked down over at Amazon. Wrecked is $7.49, The Protected is up for preorder at $8.89, The Reunited is $8.89, etc. It’s not a lot…some of them are only 50 cents cheaper, others are a dollar or so cheaper. But hey, every bit helps, right? The link takes you to my Amazon page. Doesn’t look like the other sites have the same price at this time.
Don’t forget to comment if you want the Nalini book!
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I need a break.
My brain is tired. To be blunt, I feel burnt-out, not on writing, but on all the stuff that isn’t writing but is necessary to do in order to be a writer. Although if I could take a month or two off from writing, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Sadly, I’ve never caught up from how sick I was a couple of years ago. I used to have enough of a backlog to let me take a week or so here and there. Not any more. Time is something I never have enough of.
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