Hey, #Book-lovers! Mark your calendars for #OWSCyCon2019. We’ve got a whole weekend of books, games, and contests galore from May 17th-May 19th. Sign up for email reminders to make sure you don’t miss a beat!
Or, RSVP to the Facebook event page so you don’t miss a minute!
What’s in store for you? Whatever your reading preference, it’s all here:
- Science Fiction
- Thriller/ Horror
- Urban Fantasy/Paranormal
- and stories that defy categorizing.
Chances to get to know your favorite author better and to discover new ones. Giveaways and discounts. Discussion panels that give you insight as to how those stories you so love come to be. Drama as characters and book covers that have captured your imagination go head to head in Character Battles and Cover Wars. Kick back and let someone else do the reading for you with StoryTime.
The gates open May 17 but you can get previews. Follow the Blog Tour nowand learn how imaginary worlds get created. Pick the winner in the @Brackify #Tournament. First round, May 15. And Character Battles start May 16.
Wear your most comfortable virtual walking shoes because you’ll want to visit every virtual booth. Look for mine in the Fantasy, Thriller/Horror, and Mystery/Suspense sections.
As part of the OWS CyCon 2019, we asked our fantasy authors to write about what makes their world, or the world of another author unique. Each of them has come up with very different answers which reflect their writing processes, their research methods, and their views on world building.
We hope you find these insights interesting, and that they maybe give you some new things to think about when you pick up a new book, or even start writing your own.
After reading this interview, be sure to check out the responses from our other fantastic writers, including yours truly. You’ll find the link to my comments here: https://owscycon.ourwriteside.com/fantasy-events-at-cycon/fantasy-blog-tour-what-makes-an-authors-world-unique/
Creating a Unique World – The P.A.W.S. Universe
By Debbie Manber Kupfer
P.A.W.S. is the Partnership of Animagi, Werewolves and Shapeshifters. It is an international organization of shifters that runs institutes of learning hidden in every continent of our world.
Each institute has its unique flavor and often times students choose forms that are indigenous to their local area. (Making it so much better to blend in.) Thus there are kangaroos, koalas, and wombats in the P.A.W.S. Institute of Australia located in Alice Springs, and a plethora of penguins in the P.A.W.S. Institute of Antarctica!
This I feel is what sets P.A.W.S. apart from other fantasies based around schools or academies. In P.A.W.S. we don’t just focus on one location, and so far in my series we have visited the P.A.W.S. Institutes in St. Louis, New York, London, and Vienna and have met exchange students from Egypt, Canada and Australia (though sadly no penguins so far!)
Also in every city P.A.W.S. has emissaries in the local zoos. In St. Louis Zoo, for example we meet Ian the Chimp (But make sure if you visit him to bring a big bunch of bananas and be prepared to listen his groan-worthy monkey jokes.) In London Zoo the emissary from P.A.W.S. is Shirley the Camel. Stop by for a nice pot of tea, some rhubarb scones and a natter.
In the upcoming episode of P.A.W.S., Cotula (Book 5) we’ll also visit Clifford, an otter animagus who hangs out in his lagoon attached to Central Park Zoo.
So here’s the other big difference between P.A.W.S. and other fantasy worlds focusing on shifters. Much, much more variety. Most worlds feature werewolves and maybe cats and I have those too, but a whole lot more. Because when you study at P.A.W.S. you choose the animal you are drawn too. So we have a squirrel, a flamingo, a toucan, a mole, to name but a few.
Part of what I love here is delving into the process. What makes a shifter at P.A.W.S. choose a particular animal? I love shifters in other series, but can’t really remember anyone else dealing with them in quite this way.
And then there’s my world in itself. With each chapter I add, or story I write I add more to my world. So we have a lost village of Manus Wu, a shadow world beneath or own called Umbrae and my most recent addition a wolf sanctuary called Lycanthia.
Everything I write. Even when I think it’s not connected ends up being part of this world. And I adore the discovery! I hope you come visit some time.
About Debbie Manber Kupfer
Debbie grew up in the UK in the East London suburb of Barking. She has lived in Israel, New York and North Carolina and somehow ended up in St. Louis, where she works as a writer and freelance puzzle constructor of word puzzles and logic problems. She lives with her husband, two children and a very opinionated feline. She believes that with enough tea and dark chocolate you can achieve anything!
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- OWSCyCon2019 Author Booth: https://owscycon.ourwriteside.com/forums/topic/debbie-manber-kupfer-2/
- Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/DebbieManberKupferAuthor/
- Twitter: https://twitter.com/CiciCat42
- Author Blog: https://debbiemanberkupfer.wordpress.com/
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Learn More About the OWS CyCon 2019 Event
CyCon is the biggest online book event of the year, bringing together authors and readers from all over the world for an entire weekend of book-related fun. Between the organizers, and 230+ writers, you’ll be able to:
- view live (and recorded discussions),
- listen to samples of their stories,
- vote in the various genre tournaments,
- browse the author booths, and
- discover some amazing books and writers.
We hope you enjoy this event as much as we enjoy bringing it to you. For more information, and links to all of the activities, visit us at: https://owscycon.ourwriteside.com/about-ows-cycon/
You never know, you may just find your next best read!
Two authors, two versions of the same book in two exciting genres of fiction. Karen J Mossman and Karina Kantas present, Toxic.
About the story
Lexi isn’t your normal Malok. She craves adventure and freedom from the mundane life forced upon her. 100 years ago, the first drop of acid rain fell. Maloks fled to the mountains, building a new way of life—a desolate life—a life Lexi knows all too well.
Lexi has a plan, her ticket out of this miserable existence, becoming a ranger. Aron, her partner, believes she’s not strong enough to fight alongside him. Lexi will stop at nothing, no matter what the danger, to achieve her independence, even if that means defying him.
Amidst everything, Marcus, Lexi’s childhood best friend makes a sudden return. Before she can rejoice in a reunion, her happiness is crushed when she sees Mae, the bully that had terrorized her in her teens. Marcus was aware of the mental abuse Lexi had suffered and yet the person she loved and the person she hated the most, stand before her, together.
“A powerful dystopian thriller that captures the heart and imagination”.
“I was fascinated by Stephanie Meyer’s book The Host, where people lived in mountains. This was a world I wanted to explore as a setting for Toxic. Living in a close environment as this, there has to be rules. Those rules don’t always have to be fair. This gave me scope to add intrigue and animosity between my characters.”—Karen J Mossman
About the Authors
Karen J Mossman.
Karen J Mossman comes from a family of journalists with her grandfather and uncle having been newspaper editors. Further back a 2x grandfather wrote for his local paper and also published a book based on those articles. Karen is the only one to go into fiction.
All Karen’s books are in collections – The Decade Series, Electric Eclectic and Just Stories.’ She is also a founder member of Electric Eclectic books and now has six in that collection.
Karen is also an avid blogger and book reviewer, “It’s especially important to me to have feedback from my readers, so please leave a review when you have read one of my books.”
Karen lives on the beautiful Isle of Anglesey off the North Wales coast with her husband and two dogs. She has two grown up children, who were both born on the same day, two years apart.
Karina Kantas is the author of the popular MC thriller series, OUTLAW and the loved romantic fantasy duology, Illusional Reality.
She also writes short stories and when her imagination is working overtime, she writes thought-provoking dark flash fiction.
There are many layers to Karina’s writing style and voice, as you will see in her flash fiction collection, Heads & Tales and in UNDRESSED she opens up more to her fans, giving them another glimpse into her warped mind.
When Karina isn’t busy working on her next bestseller, she’s a publicist, author manager and VA. She’s also the host of the popular radio show, Author Assist on the Artist First Radio Network.
“A sensual, erotic read…Karina dares to figure out the nature of passion…thoughtful and thought-provoking.”
“It was a pleasure to read an erotic story that had an actual plot. The genre itself is probably the most misunderstood. The plot drives an erotic story and the sex just adds to the enticing nature of it. You’ve done a great job building a world for your reader. “
“Toxic is based in a future world where acid rain forces the people, the Maloks to build their cities inside mountains for protection. What is also amazing is this book has two versions, the romantic and the erotic. In both books the story focuses on a female Malok called Lexi, who is determined to become a Ranger and help society guard against the Outcasts. Only Lexi has little support, even from her own boyfriend, Aron. Mix in a childhood sweetheart, in the shape of Marcus, and the unexpected arrival of Mae, Lexi’s childhood bully and things begin to get interesting. Toxic is the story of Lexi’s determination to satisfy her ambitions, both professionally and personally. The Erotic Toxic tells the same story but delves deeper into Lexi’s sexuality and passions. Whichever Toxic you chose, you find yourself living the fantasy.”
“Lexi,” greeted the young medic.
“Hey, Sha.” Lexi smiled.
She walked past Sha and sat down on a stool, took a sterile cloth, and wiped away the dead skin, causing her to take an intake of breath. No matter how many times she had been burnt there was no way to get used to that kind of pain.
As she reached for a jar of Dozax paste, Sha spoke. “You’ve been outside again, haven’t you?”
Lexi didn’t answer at first, as she felt the wonderful relief as the paste went to work, taking away the pain and healing the burn. The skin immediately started to regenerate and within moments all that was left on her hand was a green coloured dye, which would eventually fade. Still, Lexi needed to wear a patch that had a tiny spot of Dozax cream to complete the treatment. It was dangerous for any Malok to use Dozax in its pure form. Everything had to be diluted.
“You are such a strange Malok,” Sha said, shaking her head.
Lexi smiled. “I can’t help it. I’d go crazy if I was cooped up here forever.”
“Has your ranger training started?” Sha asked.
Lexi’s grin was wide. “Not yet. At the end of the week,” she answered, still not believing she had been accepted into the academy. “Okay, I’m done,” she said and then jumped off the stool. “See you tomorrow.”
“Oh wait. You have four inoculations to do tomorrow.”
“Four?” Lexi questioned.
“Yes, some Maloks arrived last night with the new commander.”
“Oh, yes I forgot about Jow. So sad. He was nice as a commander, and so approachable and happy all the time, you know?”
“Yeah,” Sha agreed and then giggled. “Remember when he came and said he wanted to learn basic aid? Oh my, he was so funny.”
Lexi laughed as she remembered that day and how he always made her smile. “See even now, just thinking of the late commander makes us happy. He left a great legacy behind.”
“He sure did. Let’s just hope the new one can live up to that.”
“Okay, I’m off. See you tomorrow, Sha.”
“I will have the Dozax jabs ready for you in the incubator,” Sha called.
“Super! Thanks,” Lexi mumbled.
Lexi still couldn’t get that sad day out of her mind. She even had to visit the Charmer to talk and get closure. The loss of Commander Jow was hard for everyone. A party of fifteen went out that day and only two returned. Lexi wished for peace every day, but the only way that would happen was if the Outcasts and the Maloks agreed to share.
She shook her head. Of course, that would never happen, she was kidding herself. Outcasts needed the Terra leaves to feed their addiction. Never mind that this amazing plant could cure pain, protect the body from germs, Illness and normal medical problems that come from age and a weary body. She couldn’t imagine how life used to be when young people would die, because they didn’t know the secret of the plant and the properties it possessed. So, sad, she thought, as she quickly made her way back to the residence she shared with Aron.
Everyone assumed that Lexi and Aron would marry and settle down. Her friends certainly thought so, and at the start, so did Lexi. Only now she had woken up, and the adventurous Lexi wanted so much more from life and becoming a ranger was a step in the right direction.
Karina and Karen and proud to associate Toxic with Electric, Eclectic books.
Electric Eclectic is a global marketing brand
Other people just think they’re “haunted by the past.” In Vi’s case, it’s true.
Clairvoyant Viola Thorne wants to forget about her days of grifting and running errands for ghosts. The problem? Playing it safe is dull. So when a dead stranger begs for her help, Vi jumps at the chance to dust off her hustling skills. The unlikely companions are soon tangling with bandits, cheating at cards, and loving every minute.
Meet Mary from Phoebe Darqueling’s No Rest for the Wicked
Mary Baker’s real life truly began the moment she died.
Sure, she’d had forty-odd years on the planet first, but she’d spent them clawing out a living. After a string of attempts at various jobs, she finally settled on the world’s “oldest profession.” Mary was neither young nor beautiful when she became a lady of the night, but the scratch she made on her back was far better than what she got for back breaking labor scrubbing on her hands and knees.
Until one day when a John decided she didn’t deserve even her pennies. So Mary decided he didn’t need to breathe any longer. The trial garnered quite a few headlines – her hanging garnered even more.
Her angry, wrathful spirit dribbled from her body and pooled beneath the platform as she exhaled her last breath. The ghost was confused and disoriented, but immediately felt a pulse of power from a man in the crowd. Mary drifted through the assembled jeerers until she was in front him. He tipped his hat and said, “How would you like a job?”
Excerpt from No Rest for the Wicked by Phoebe Darqueling
The whir of the belt system covered any possible sound, and with her abilities repressed, Mary’s azure aura disappeared. Now neither could detect the other, or at least, that was what Vi hoped. Her limbs twitched with unspent adrenaline, urging her to take action. Instead, she pressed her back against a wall cloaked in shadows.
A mirthless snort, and the assassin’s voice rose up sickeningly sweet with condescension. “You’re going to hide from me here in the dark and the noise, is that it? I see you haven’t been listening to anything I’ve said.” She cackled, then a hissing whisper tickled Vi’s brain, coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. “I don’t need my eyes to see you any more than you need your ears to hear me. I will find you.”
The machines continued their whiny rumble, but a tense stillness descended between predator and prey. The energy inside of Vi clawed away at her resolve, begging to let it pinpoint the source of the danger, but she swallowed it down. It could be a bluff. The ghost had to have limits.
Mary’s voice eventually continued conversationally. “I meant what I said before. If you don’t come out and face me, soon, I’ll be forced to pay a visit to your home again. I don’t really believe you’d be stupid enough to go back there. But I would be remiss in my duty if I didn’t return to at least… ask around.”
Though Vi couldn’t detect the ghost distinctly, the air grew colder, signaling she’d started to cross the factory floor. The movement was slow, probing. Mary still didn’t know. Vi pressed her cheek against the wall, reveling in the distraction of the soft drag of her flesh against the brickwork.
“The old woman, a relation of yours by what I observed. Never seems to leave that house,” Mary said, her voice thick with mock concern. “Which is dangerous, considering how easily those big, old houses burn.”
Even as Vi pictured the manor in flames, the air grew a few degrees colder. The assassin gathered the stray energy in the room, seeking whatever quality she knew belonged to her target. The crackling ball in Vi’s gut grew denser and larger as she pushed away the image of the house engulfed in fire.
“That sweet young lady, she’s there, too.” The ghost taunted. “Not to mention that little boy who follows you like a lost puppy. You led me right to them, you know. And now, they’re the ones who are going to suffer.”
Her anger flared at the taunt, and Vi desperately tried to pull it back in again. The weight became a molten churning of power fed by her rage.
“Don’t you want to know what I did to your precious Peter? You’d have thought he already suffered enough at my hands, but you put him in my way again.”
Vi barely contained a gasp at the blistering pain that sliced through her. Though she needed to hide, there was no going back to the way things had been. The energy had grown too large to bury, and now it spilled over the edges and burned everywhere it touched.
Satisfied laughter bubbled up from below her as Mary picked up the trail alight with agony and guilt.
Find out what happens to Mary and Vi in No Rest for the Wicked, available now from Black Rose Writing.
- Amazon: http://bit.ly/ViolaThorne
- Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1130645733
- Other: http://www.blackrosewriting.com/sci-fifantasy/norestforthewicked
Find more behind the scenes action and reviews on the blog tour page.
About the Author
Phoebe Darqueling is the pen name of a globe trotting vagabond who currently hangs her hat in Freiburg, Germany. In her “real life” she writes curriculum for a creativity competition for kids. She loves all things Steampunk and writes about her obsession on SteampunkJournal.org. You can find her short stories in the Chasing Magic and The Queen of Clocks and Other Steampunk Tales anthologies, and her contributions to the collaborative novels, Army of Brass and Esyld’s Awakening. Her first solo novels, Riftmaker and No Rest for the Wicked are available Spring 2019.
Had to give a nod to author James J. Cudney who grew up on Long Island, as I did.
Flower Power Trip
(Braxton Campus Mysteries)
by James J. Cudney
About the Book
Flower Power Trip (Braxton Campus Mysteries)
3rd in Series
Creativia (March 30, 2019)
Print Length: 270 pages
Digital ASIN: B07NDK76WF
At a masquerade ball to raise money for renovations to Memorial Library, Kellan finds a dead body dressed in a Dr. Evil costume.
Did one of Maggie’s sisters kill the annoying guest who’d been staying at the Roarke and Daughters Inn, or does the victim have a closer connection to someone else at Braxton College?
As Kellan helps school president Ursula bury a secret from her past and discover the identity of her stalker, he unexpectedly encounters a missing member of his family. Everything seems to trace back to the Stoddards: a new family who recently moved in.
Between the murder, a special flower exhibit and strange postcards arriving each week, Kellan can’t decide which mystery in his life should take priority. But unfortunately, the biggest one of all has yet to be exposed – and when it is, Kellan won’t know what hit him.
About the Author
James is my given name, but most folks call me Jay. I live in New York City, grew up on Long Island, and graduated from Moravian College with a degree in English literature. I spent fifteen years building a technology career in the retail, sports, media, and entertainment industries. I enjoyed my job, but a passion for books and stories had been missing for far too long. I’m a voracious reader in my favorite genres (thriller, suspense, contemporary, mystery, and historical fiction), as books transport me to a different world where I can immerse myself in so many fantastic cultures and places. I’m an avid genealogist who hopes to visit all the German, Scottish, Irish, and British villages my ancestors emigrated from in the 18th and 19th centuries. I frequently blog and publish book reviews on everything I read at ThisIsMyTruthNow via WordPress.
Writing has been a part of my life as much as my heart, my mind, and my body. I decided to pursue my passion by dusting off the creativity inside my head and drafting outlines for several novels. I quickly realized I was back in my element growing happier and more excited with life each day. My goal in writing is to connect with readers who want to be part of great stories and who enjoy interacting with authors. To get a strong picture of who I am, check out my author website or my blog. It’s full of humor and eccentricity, sharing connections with everyone I follow—all in the hope of building a network of friends across the world.
When I completed the first book, Watching Glass Shatter, I knew I’d stumbled upon my passion again, suddenly dreaming up characters, plots, and settings all day long. I chose my second novel, Father Figure, through a poll on my blog where I let everyone vote for their favorite plot and character summaries. It is with my third book, Academic Curveball,, the first in the Braxton Campus Mysteries, where I immersed myself in a college campus full of so much activity, I could hardly stop thinking about new murder scenes or character relationships to finish writing the current story. Come join in the fun!
List of Books & Blog
Braxton Campus Mysteries
Websites & Blog
Social Media Links
Purchase Link – Amazon
Be sure to visit these other stops on the tour
April 5 – Mallory Heart’s Cozies – REVIEW
April 5 – A Wytch’s Book Review Blog – CHARACTER INTERVIEW
April 6 – Carla Loves To Read – REVIEW
April 6 – Escape With Dollycas Into A Good Book – SPOTLIGHT
April 7 – Cozy Up With Kathy – CHARACTER GUEST POST
April 8 – Babs Book Bistro – SPOTLIGHT
April 8 – Literary Gold – SPOTLIGHT
April 9 – I’m Into Books – SPOTLIGHT
April 9 – Books Direct – GUEST POST
April 10 – Jane Reads – REVIEW
April 10 – Dee-Scoveries – SPOTLIGHT (You are here!)
April 11 – Ruff Drafts – SPOTLIGHT
April 11 – Readeropolis – SPOTLIGHT
April 12 – View from the Birdhouse – SPOTLIGHT
April 12 – Celticlady’s Reviews – SPOTLIGHT
April 13 – MJB Reviewers – SPOTLIGHT
April 13 – Brooke Blogs – SPOTLIGHT
April 14 – A Blue Million Books – AUTHOR INTERVIEW
April 15 – Valerie’s Musings – REVIEW
April 15 – Laura’s Interests – SPOTLIGHT
Part of the action in Flower Power Trip has to do with a benefit for a library. If you would like to benefit libraries, may I suggest buying a copy of The Magical Book of Wands, a fantasy anthology? The authors, including me, are donating our royalties to the American Library Association.
Writers: In a slump? Some thoughts about that here. Also, observations about tackling a different genre.
After two Facebook takeovers, Inky decided he wanted his own group. Thus, something new: Inky’s Lair. He asked me to share this invitation:
Welcome. I am Inky, author Devorah Fox’s guardian, or in more contemporary parlance, personal assistant. This is my lair, a crucible if you will. Here you will get a bird’s eye, or rather a dragon’s eye, view of what goes into her wonderful fantasy stories and mysteries that you so enjoy reading. You will help me with important decisions about character names, story titles, and book cover concepts. I’ll share sneak peeks at upcoming works, links to free stuff, and other delights. So don’t be afraid … enter. (No advertising unless approved by me.)
So come, join us in this slightly magical place to hang out, enjoy book talks, and savor the best toasted marshmallows, not mention dragonalia of all sorts.
The address: https://www.facebook.com/groups/inkyslair/
Riftmaker by Phoebe Darqueling
Guest post by Phoebe Darqueling
The world of Riftmaker is populated with characters who have an unusual background. Or perhaps I should say they had a completely usual background for their species, then one day they were ripped from our plane of existence and woke up in a human body on the other side of a rift in space and time. Before Cirroc became a man and was given his human name, he lived in mountains of central Asia. Like his snow leopard brethren, he lived a mostly solitary life in the frozen drifts, hunting down prey and trying to survive.
About a dozen years ago, all of that changed. The silent, white world of his mountain home became awash in purple light as a portal opened. The dazzling gash hung in the air and sang a song so beautiful, he could not help but walk toward it. As the rift enveloped him, his essence remained but his body was torn apart and reassembled in his new form; the pale blue of his eyes and the dappled silver of his hair the only remnants of his former shape. With his new body came a new and utterly malleable mind. And that’s just the way The Commander likes his recruits.
Cirroc’s world expanded, new and exciting thoughts could take shape, and he became part of a community where everyone was considered a brother or a sister. The Commander, who was also the spiritual leader and teacher of The Chosen, painted a picture of how special people like Cirros were. They were closer to nature, closer to their instincts than the spoiled and haughty citizens of the clockwork city of Excelsior. But despite their superiority, they’d been relegated to living in the shadows, afraid that they would disappear at the hand of their oppressors and never return. The Commander has made powerful allies to further their cause, and assures his people that their deliverance is at hand. All they have to do is everything he says.
For a decade, Cirroc has done just that, and even been promoted through the ranks. But with his expanded mind came to power to question the world order. The more questions he asks about the mission of The Chosen, the less he likes the answers.
Here’s a little introduction to Cirroc and his Commander.
He replaced his handkerchief, took a final deep breath, and rapped on the door.
“Enter,” came the terse response. Cirroc reached for the handle, but the door was already being opened for him by a servant. He stepped a few paces into the long room and stood at attention. The Commander was standing at the other end of the room with his back to the sergeant, perusing a map on the wall. Cirroc did not need the meager light to see it, he recognized the shape of the Excelsior city walls easily, as well as the places marked as gateways for driving in the chimeras. As a keeper, he was all too familiar with these places and the Commander’s keen interest in them. The supplies they carted away through these makeshift doors every night were the lifeblood of the camp.
It stung Cirroc’s pride to be kept waiting, but he also knew he was in no position to aggravate his teacher and most high commander. The more recruits they brought in, the more important discipline had become, and the Commander did not hesitate to quash anyone who strayed out of line. So Cirroc held his pose of attentive readiness and would do so until he was told to do otherwise. After what felt like an eternity, the Commander finally spoke from his dais, but still did not turn to face him.
“What know you of justice?” “We know none,” Cirroc replied. “For we are those who are forgotten.” This call and response mantra was one of the first things drilled into a new recruit’s head upon entering service. Usually, the words rolled out of Cirroc without even thinking, but as their strange duet continued, he grew more uneasy.
“What know you of the light?”
“We know none, for we are those who walk in the shadows.”
“What know you of hunger?”
“We know none, for we are those who are provided for.” Cirroc did his best to keep his glassy stare straight ahead when the Commander finally turned and regarded him. His leonine mane was loose about his shoulders. The candlelight glinted in the depths of the Commander’s good eye. The milky white ruin of the other stood out against the dark scars that ran down the left side of his face.
The Commander’s next question was not in the monotone of the exercise, and he arched one eyebrow as a small glimmer of mirth to entered his voice. “And what know you of loyalty?”
“We know none—” Before Cirroc could finish the line, the Commander leaped nimbly across the table and stood only inches from his face as he stuttered, “except for those among our ranks.”
The Commander was not a tall man, but it didn’t make him any less imposing. Though the violent action of the moment before did not show in his breath, his muscles were visibly tense as he leaned in closer to Cirroc’s ear and snarled. “Are you sure about that, Sergeant?”
Will Cirroc follow orders or follow his conscience? Check out Riftmaker by Phoebe Darqueling to find out!
For a limited time, Riftmaker is available for $1.99 from Amazon and a variety of other e-book retailers. So grab your copy before Feb, 14! Print price is $18.99 from Amazon and the Our Write Side store.
Find more character spotlights, book reviews, guest posts, and interviews with Phoebe Darqueling during the Riftmaker blog tour, Jan 24 – Mar 6.
It’s “Beyond the Mask” release day! If you preordered an ebook copy, it should now be in your hot little hands. And please join us on the Facebook page hosted by C. L. Cannon for our release day party. Meet the authors and learn a little more about what’s beyond the mask. Of course, there will be games, prizes, and giveaways. Inky the Dragon and I are taking over today, January 29, beginning at 4 p.m. Eastern Time.
“Beyond the Mask” includes my story, “Lady Blackwing Gets Her Moniker.” This is the second adventure for Mercedes, a part-time college student, barista, and aspiring writer. You can read about the accident that endows her with her baffling powers in “Lady Blackwing.”