Your vote counts

YES!! Thanks to you, The Redoubt has made the Fantasy genre shortlist for 50 Self-Published Books Worth Reading. Woo hoo! It’s a popularity contest so I need votes for The Redoubt to win. I’d be so grateful if you would take the time to pop on over and vote for The Redoubt. They’ll announce the winners in July. You can vote right here
or, click on this link.

In previous years, Books 1-3 in The Bewildering Adventures of King Bewilliam epic fantasy series have been finalists in this contest. Wouldn’t it be great for Book Four to win? You can make that happen. Please vote.

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Putting pen to paper

Increasingly I’ve been writing in longhand first then keyboarding what I’ve written. I did my latest National Novel Writing Month project almost entirely with pen and paper. It’s especially puzzling because my penmanship is so awful that I can find myself in the grocery store baffled by some unreadable entry on my shopping list.

Yet there’s something liberating about curling up in my writing chair with a lined yellow tablet and a pen. Maybe since I’m not at my desk, it doesn’t feel like work?

Come to find out there’s an explanation for this phenomenon Check out this story, especially item #4.

Hmmm … I think I’ll check out those Blackwing pencils ….

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Nominate “The Redoubt”

Nominations for The 50 Self-Published Books Worth Reading close at the end of this week. For whatever reason, the number of nominations is down on the number from last year. So that means your nomination for The Redoubt will very likely get it onto the shortlist. Go here to place your nomination for The Redoubt by Devorah Fox in the Fantasy genre.
Or, just fill out this form:

Then stay tuned for me to shout, “Thank you. It’s a finalist!”

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Less than a buck

Only 99¢ StoriesI’ve opened a new boutique, a discount emporium of short reads. Come check out the 99¢ Stories

Perfect for when you’re waiting for a plane or train, the doctor is running late, or the work on your car is taking longer than expected. Or maybe you’re stuck on hold with Tech Support. Don’t sit there and grind your teeth in frustration. For pocket change you can send your mind off for a quick escape with a short read. They’re all digital so the 99¢ Stories boutique is as close as your Internet connection. Take a break and enjoy!

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April recap

Before I dive into May I must report on how much fun April was.  I had a blast chatting live with Kori Miller on her Back Porch Writer Show, Friday, April 8. I revealed how the The Bewildering Adventures of King Bewilliam series came to be and pulled back the curtain on my writing process. You can listen in here (and stay tuned to catch Kori’s conversations with other authors who attended the Brain to Books Cyber Convention last month.

B2BCYCON 2016The Brains to Books Cyber Convention was amazing. I learned so much and made so many great new friends. I entered The Redoubt in the Cover Wars book cover contest and although it didn’t win, it did better than I ever imagined. I also entered King Bewilliam in a Character Tournament, a “bracket challenge.” He didn’t win but he did best his first “opponent” who happened to be the character penned by the author running the tournament. Both contests were entertaining ways to introduce the series to new readers. I also did a Facebook page takeover which was a lot of fun. I created several games for folks to play. For example, since King Bewilliam confronts many a fearsome beast, I gave people a chance to build one. Give it a try. What did you come up with?

Meanwhile I was also doing another writing marathon for Camp NaNoWriMo. I did meet my word-count goal which was to add the remaining chapters to the first draft of a thriller, Detour. I hope to have this book out by January, 2017, but meanwhile, here’s a peek at the cover. I got the idea for this story back in 1993 and I’ve been chipping away at it throughout the years. It’s really near and dear to my heart and I will be very happy to get it between covers and in readers’ hands. You’ll be hearing more about it in the coming months.

Another story that I’m sentimental about is Naked Came the Sharks. I am delighted to have been invited to be the featured author of a new book club in Rockport, Texas. I’ll be the guest at their May meeting and I am so looking forward to sharing the story behind this story. If you belong to a book club, why not suggest that the club select one of my books? I might not be able to attend your meeting but I can supply supportive material like bookmarks or a readers’ guide. Just let me know. :-)

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Don’t miss The Sand Band

As has been customary for the past several years, The Sand Band makes its annual appearance in Port Aransas. It’s like a band rising from the ocean mist, they just appear somewhere during #TexasSandFest.

This year, the group will be performing at Treasure Island on Friday, April 29th. The Sand Band plays their own original music and many TropRock covers. Port Aransas local, Alan White, plays in the group and says the first time they played was at the Tarpon Ice House (now Treasure Island) several years ago. (I was there. They were simply fabulous!)He says the transformation of the Tarpon Ice House to Treasure Island is nothing short of phenomenal. White said Tommy and Linda did a great job in creating a first class music venue.

The group consists of Kelly Brown, Randy Brooks, Louie Chambers, all from the Dallas area. Also, Mike Eiras from Austin and Alan White from Port Aransas. Brooks is well known for writing the popular Christmas song, “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer.” White said, “ all but Eiras play in the Dallas based group, The Bad Monkeys, “ so they know all the music. Eiras sits in from time to time; however, the configuration of The Sand Band never rehearse or practice together. Its simply a jam session from a bunch of talented musicians. That’s what makes it upbeat and fun for the crowd and the band as well.

“We bring our own crowd as well,” says White. “Fifty or more people from the Cedar Creek Lake Parrothead Club will be there headed up by their leader, Robert Render. The Cedar Creekers won the coveted Golden Coconut award for the best Parrothead Club in the nation. Those folks truly know how to Party With a Purpose. There will also be many Parrotheads from Port Aransas (President Deno Fabrie) and San Antonio (President Dave Spenny).”

You can get an idea about their sound by listening to the trailer for Naked Came the Sharks. The soundtrack is “Song of the Ocean” by The Sand Fest’s Kelly Brown.

So, if you are looking for some music to keep you on your feet, be at Treasure Island on the 29th.

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#B2BCyCon: for latecomers

The Brain to Books Cyber Convention for 2015 is over but if you missed it, all the links are still live and will be until next year when a 3rd one is scheduled (and I’m already signed up for it.)

You can visit my “booth” on Goodreads any time. There’s a series of ongoing discussions. You’re invited to chime in. While I won’t be staffing the booth 24/7, I’ve arranged to be alerted if anyone drops by, so any comments that you make will get a response.

 

I want to thank everyone who voted for King Bewilliam in the #B2BCyCon Character Tournament and The Redoubt in the Cover Wars. They didn’t win, but both the king and the cover of the fourth book in The Bewildering Adventures of King Bewilliam did better than I expected in their respective competitions. I found it all very encouraging.

Meanwhile, this October I’ll participate in the Virtual Fantasy Convention. I did this last year. It was my first and I really didn’t know what I was doing but now I’m experienced (Cue Jimmie Hendrix). Signing up for this led to the latest awesomeness: I will be the featured author for the October edition of Fantasy Elite Magazine. It’s online and in print.https://www.facebook.com/FantasyEliteMagazine/?fref=ts Check it out!

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Cover reveal: Tourmentin: The Rise of the House of Sepion

I’m delighted to reveal the brand new cover for the upcoming RE-release of Tourmentin: The Rise of the House of Sepion by Michelle Cornwell-Jordan, coming from Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing April 27th!

Also check out an excerpt from the upcoming Southern Gothic romance. You can join in the fun by adding your support to the Tourmentin Thunderclap campaign which still needs six more supporters in order to reach a hundred percent!

Also enter the Tourmentin Taste of New Orleans Rafflecopter Giveaway for your chance to win the Grand Prize Packet!

Included in the TOURMENTIN PRIZE PACK: E-Copy of Tourmentin: Rise of The House of Sepion Novella, (Taste of New Orleans Gift Set (Cafe Du Monde Coffee And Beignet Mix Set) and 1 -$5 Amazon Gift Card. Giveaway is April 27th-May 27th. Click here to enter on April 27th: #RafflecopterGiveaway: https://www.facebook.com/MCJordan-Books-288004677978367/app/228910107186452/

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COVER REVEAL

Credit goes to Author/Artist Rue Volley at CHBB Publishing for this incredible cover!

Official Tourmentin cover

 

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EXCERPT

Emile awakened again. At times, he was unaware of when he slipped into the velvety arms of darkness. He didn’t know if it were sleep or death grasping and toying with him, taking small pieces of him at a time. There was a point when he would have welcomed death.

Especially after losing his beloved Serafine…Serafine. He became fully conscious. He had her back, but Emile knew he was racing against time, and he would lose her again unless he could intervene. He sat up in his bedroom, wearing black trousers, but his chest was bare. The last thing he remembered was his love, and he was enmeshed in the memory of the night they made love in the bath. Emile sat on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands. He typically felt exhaustion when coming out of the blackness, but this time adrenaline flowed through Emile. He needed to think, to somehow reach his love.

Amant…lover, it has been a long time. Aucun titre ne contient le mot? Have you missed me?” Emile heard the sultry voice, which could heat a man’s blood. He felt his body react, although his mind repelled—Isadora.

“Aww…mon cher, will you not look at me? It has been so very long, so very…” Isadora said.

The black anger lying bottled within his heart awakened. Rage lifted its head like a serpent, poised and ready to strike. Emile stiffened as he glared at Isadora, the woman who stole his life.

Although his heart and mind belonged to Serafine, his body continued to react to the provocative woman standing before him. Isadora stood tall with strong, shapely legs that seemed never-ending. She was dressed in all modern clothing: black boots and black jeans molded to her thick, full thighs and curvaceous hips, along with a tight black tank top displaying her well-formed arms and bountiful bosom. Caramel skin and flowing waves of ebony curls reaching to the middle of her back completed her look.

He had not forgotten he once loved her, before he knew what love really was. Emile knew there could be sweetness to Isadora, as he had seen flashes in spite of the warnings of his father.

Once, when Emile had grown up and taken up with her, his father had come to his room. He remembered his father sitting on his bed and saying, “Son, I do not wish to know the details. I understand you are young, but you are now a man. I have walked the road you are walking down. There is beauty, but also danger and death as well. Please, son, allow your heart to lead you, not only your body.” His father left his room as quietly as he had come.

Not too long after, Serafine arrived at his home. Emile remembered his conversation with his father, and so he followed his heart. Emile knew he had not been completely fair to Isadora. Although a large part of himself continued to mourn what he and Serafine lost, there was a small but persistent part, which wondered if he were the one who had killed whatever may be good in Isadora. Ever since the night he rejected her, the night of his parent’s death, the question always returned. He never saw a glimmer of anything other than rage since then. Even when her words were used to entice, there was ice in Isadora’s eyes.

He looked at her and something clicked. The serpent within him raged, striking its enemy. Before he realized what was happening, he lunged at the witch woman, and with his hands around her throat, he threw her toward the bed, tumbling down with her.

With his hands still attached to her throat, he squeezed. Emile’s only conscious thought was to save Serafine—even if Isadora killed him—for he knew of her unearthly, supernatural power. He had to rid the world of this woman. That would be the only way to keep his beloved safe, even if he were to never have her in his arms again.

Isadora gasped, her eyes wide and staring straight at him. Her breasts heaved, but she did not struggle. Soon, Emile felt a piercing ice prick of pain sear through his brain. He screamed, and his body lunged back as he flew off the bed and against the opposite wall. The spasms echoed and magnified until he was no longer conscious of himself or anything else except misery. He was no longer Emile. His name was pain.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

Michelle Cornwell-Jordan

Michelle Cornwell-Jordan is a New Adult(18+)/Young Adult Author, who enjoys writing Paranormal, Dark Contemporary Fiction, Fantasy and Steampunk!:)

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Brain to Books Cyber Convention Cover Wars

Brain to Books Cyber ConventionThe Redoubt by Devorah FoxWOO FREAKING HOO!! “The Redoubt” has made it into Round #2 of #B2BCyCon Cover Wars. Thank you all so much for voting. Now, vote in Round Two and propel “The Redoubt” onward. It’s in the Fourth Match of Round #2 and be sure to vote for your favorites in the other matches as you cruise through.

Go here for Round Two of Cover Wars:
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Remember, only one vote per person per round although as you’ll see there are several match-ups in each round.

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Brain to Books Cyber Convention Blog Tour: C. L. Schneider

Brain to Books Cyber ConventionAll this weekend I’m participating in the Brains to Books Cyber Convention. This is your chance not only to get to know me and my work better but to get acquainted with some other wonderful authors.

Author C. L. Schneider

C. L. Schneider

Meet C. L. Schneider. Born in a small Kansas town on the Missouri river, C. L. Schneider grew up in a house of avid readers and overflowing bookshelves. Her first full-length novel took shape in high school, on a typewriter in her parent’s living room. Currently residing in New York’s Hudson Valley Region with her husband and two sons, she spends her days torturing characters, overdosing on coffee, and waiting for the zombie apocalypse.

C. L. Schneider writes epic and urban fantasy for adults, as well as the occasional sci-fi or post-apocalyptic story. Her trilogy, The Crown of Stones, is an adult epic fantasy that follows the trails of Ian Troy, a man born with an addiction to magic. To subscribe to her newsletter, read reviews, excerpts, and more, visit her website at clschneiderauthor.com, where you can follow her journey as a self-published author on her blog, Heading Down The Yellow Brick Road.


The Crown of Stones by C. L. SchneiderAbout The Crown of Stones:

Ian Troy is one of the Shinree, a fallen people with an inherent addiction to magic. Scorned and reviled for the deadly side of their spells, the Shinree are bred as slaves. Their magic is suppressed by drugs and used only as it serves the purposes of the other races.

Descended from a long line of soldiers, Ian is conscripted into the Rellan army and made to fight in their longstanding conflict against the ruthless Langorian invaders. The downfall of Rella imminent, Ian goes against orders and turns to the Crown of Stones, an ancient Shinree relic of untold power. Ignorant of its true purpose, Ian uses the crown to end the war, and pays a terrible price.

A decade later, still tortured by the aftermath of that day, Ian lives as a bounty hunter in self-imposed exile. Having renounced his magical heritage, he curbs his obsession with a steady stream of wine and regret. He struggles to put it all behind him, until a fateful encounter with a pretty assassin brings Ianâ’s past crashing into the present. Targeted by a rogue Shinree, and a ruthless old enemy, Ian is forced to use magic again. His deadly addiction is rekindled and his life of isolation is brought to a swift end.

With the land he gave up everything to protect once more in jeopardy, and his people’s future at stake, Ian becomes embroiled in a violent race for control of the Crown of Stones. To save the realms and those he cares for, Ian must embrace the thing he fears most: his own power.

Learn more about Ian Troy:

  1. Tell us a little bit about yourself. Where do you come from, your race, your homeland. Your heritage.

My name is Ian Troy. I’m a magic user, a Shinree. My race can sense the aura, or energy, inside a stone pulled from the western mines. We take it inside us and form it into spells. It feels…like nothing you could understand. Our magic kicks in when we’re young. Once we cast, our bodies want more. That’s when the cravings start. They grow and grow until they’re impossible to ignore. They make us dangerous. They make us weak. Magic makes my people feared and hated.

I was born in Kabri, the island city just off the coast of Rella’s mainland. I was six when the Langorians came and burned Kabri to the ground—the first time. When I was little I used to believe Kabri was my home, but I grew up. And I learned. Shinree have no home. Not anymore. Not for a long time. The Shinree Empire fell over five hundred years ago in a quake that tore the lands of Mirra’kelan apart. The entire realm of Kael split off in the east. A portion of Rella in the south. And in the west… A thousand years ago our influence and power was unmatched. Our lands stretched all across Mirra’kelan and we ruled them mercilessly. But most of what we were—our culture, our history, our heritage—it was buried under the sand when the quake struck. The rest we lost to slavery.

They drug us to stop our magic. Breed us to keep the most dangerous of our kind in check. And they’re right to. If we can’t control our magic, someone else has to. No Shinree should be free to do the things I’ve done.

  1. Tell us about your parents.

My parents are dead. My mother, V’loria, was a healer. Her blood was pure Shinree, not diluted by breeding or by mixing with the other races. Healers aren’t considered a threat. They have conditional freedom. No drugs. No slave camps. No owners. Don’t kill anyone, do what you’re told, and they leave you alone. V’loria’s magic was strong enough to get her appointed to the position of King’s Healer. Before I was born, she lived in the castle on Kabri. She cast on King Raynan Arcana’s every whim. She drained lives to heal those he deemed worthy. She warmed his bed.

V’loria and I were never close. I tried, but she was more a teacher than a mother, and a hard one at that. She was a taskmaster when it came to practicing spells. She taught me all she knew of Shinree history like my life depended on it. She taught me the runes, the old ways. Her insistence on my constant practice paid off. I can’t say that it didn’t. My spells wouldn’t be like they are now without her teachings. But at the time, I hated her for it. She made it plain that I was never fast enough or good enough for her. The only time I ever saw V’loria truly smile was when King Raynan came around. He would give me money to go to the market and she’d shoo me out of the house. I guess she found it easier to play the King’s whore with me gone.

One morning I woke up and she didn’t. I never knew why, but I’d always suspected it was me. I was eight. I had trouble aiming my spells, and I’d wished the woman dead more than once. I was a child. I didn’t really mean it. But deep inside, I must have.  Intent is everything in Shinree magic. So I wished my mother dead and she was. V’loria Troy was my first victim.

My father…he died before I was born. I can’t tell you much about him other than that I inherited my magic. My mother didn’t know him either. V’loria’s pregnancy was an arranged breeding, approved by King Raynan. She was matched with another pure Shinree, a soldier. Once her pregnancy was confirmed, the man was killed. He was put down to limit our line. Soldiers are dangerous, especially ones like him with pure blood…and ones like me.

  1. What would you say is your greatest fear?

Letting go. Losing control. What I did, when I ended the war with the Crown of Stones…I’ve never felt so out of control in my life. The lives I took. The wasteland I created. What I did that day, it wasn’t war. It wasn’t battle. It was devastation.

I woke up, the only survivor on a battlefield littered with the withered husks of my enemies and my allies…with the remains of my lover. Their bodies were bloodless and gray. Their horses died beneath them. The grass, the trees—my spell fed on it all. I killed everything within sight.

It doesn’t matter how many years go by or how many bottles I crawl into, I still see them. I still see her.

To know that I did that, that I was responsible, was bad enough. To know I’m capable of doing it again is so much worse.

  1. Tell us about your greatest desire.

For a long time all I wanted was to forget. I didn’t want to remember my past. I didn’t want to remember the euphoria, the pleasure that takes a Shinree when we cast magic. And I damn sure didn’t want to remember the pain of going too long without.

But I can’t change what I am. I’m a Shinree soldier. I’m a magic user. So if I could have anything, it would be the freedom to be just that: to live as I am without regret and without pain. To own the ability to control my own magic, the freedom to live my own life, to not have Rella or Fate nudging me this way and that, from one battle to the next with a trail of bodies piling up in my wake.

Throw in my horse and a never-ending supply of wine…and I’m good.

  1. Describe your ideal partner/mate.

My ideal woman? I don’t know. Maybe there isn’t one.

There was a time I would have said Aylagar. She was my commander and my lover, and I worshipped her. She was strong and fierce, stubborn and passionate. But she didn’t love me. I was war and sex, and that was all she needed. I needed her to accept me and that was the one thing she couldn’t do.

I’m not sure any woman can push Aylagar’s ghost out of my head. But they’re welcome to try.

  1. Here’s the million dollar question… How do you feel about your author?

Author? I don’t think so. No one owns me.

  1. Tell me about your nemesis.

You want to know about Draken? Draken of Langor is a bully masquerading as a King. A sadist in the cloak of a nobleman. He burns villages to the ground because he can. He slaughters women and children because it makes him feel powerful. He destroys lives. Draken will paint the realms of Mirra’kelan in blood if that’s what it takes to own them.

But I won’t let him. I’m bound to defend Rella from her enemies. I was raised as her champion. I took up the Crown of Stones and ended the war that was tearing her apart. I defeated Draken once, and I’ll find a way to do it again. I’ll die before I let that bastard have Rella…or her Queen.

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