Between Life and Death Series

Between Life and Death World – Freebies and Sale!

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Just in case you’ve missed reading this series, I’m putting the first book free for a few days and discounting the second one to $0.99. Yep, doing it. AND, as a huge favor to me, Logan Snyder is putting his wonderful book set in the Between Life and Death World FREE for a few days. How much do I love this book? Yeah, I love it. The free period is now till 6 December and the discount is available for a few days only (then it goes to $1.99, then back to $2.99).

The Deets:

Between Life and Death: The In-Betweener

Get it HERE.

Emily is alone. Two years after the end of the world, she talks to herself and smashes heads with her favorite sledgehammer. This is not the life she imagined for herself as her eighteenth birthday rolls past.

It’s time for her to look beyond her safe, little hiding place to the world beyond. The madness of the apocalypse is ending, the dangerous in-betweeners – those no longer quite human, but not yet dead – are few and far between. The deaders that cover the world are going still, their senses dulled by time and the elements.

The problem is that there are no people…none. Emily has found not a single living human when she’s dared to step outside her safe-zone.

As Emily weighs the heavy cost of surviving alone and begins to accept the inevitable, everything changes once again. One of the deaders at her gate turns out not to be a deader at all. He’s an in-betweener different from any other she has seen before, and he carries a message. If Emily has the courage to step beyond her gate and the skills to survive a perilous trip in a dead world, she might just have a chance at life…a life with humans…after all.

Between Life and Death: Forever Between

Get it HERE.

Will be on Kindle Countdown from 3-6 December. $0.99 for the first couple of days, last day at $1.99.

The last time Veronica checked, the world outside was still dead…and still covered by the sort-of-undead remnants of humanity. That was this morning. Now, she has to run that gauntlet to try and save Emily, just as Emily once saved her.

Four years ago the world was destroyed by medical nanites gone awry, leaving humanity divided into three groups: the living, deaders, and the horrific in-betweeners. Emily’s only hope for a cure lies eighty miles away at a military hospital where nanite treatments were once given, and she’s running out of time. Between Veronica and that hospital is a world of flesh-eating monsters and possibly something even worse…humans. If Veronica fails to get there, Emily will be trapped forever between life and death.

Between Kings and Carnage by Logan Snyder

Get it HERE.

If you loved the Between world, then this book is for you! Logan Snyder (who wrote my favorite SF serial ever, Violet) blew me away when he created a whole new facet of the Between world and populated the Pacific Northwest with amazing characters facing the nanite apocalypse. He has also very graciously put the volume for free for a few days so that Between Readers can get it for nothing. Since this is a stand alone novel and not a series (and it’s a big, lovely book), this is a great thing.

“A dark, awesome, beautiful addition to the BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH series!” — Ann Christy

Squire has ridden with the Thunder Kings since the beginning of the end. Together they’ve survived everything the apocalypse has thrown at them, but after five long years a new threat is rising. This enemy is deadlier and more determined than any they’ve faced before, and only a strange, stuttering girl may hold the answer to their identity. Can the Kings get ahead of the threat facing them, or has their reign finally reached its end? The answer lies within the pages of this thrilling companion novel to Ann Christy’s BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH series.

New Covers for Between Life and Death!

I’m a terrible updater, but here I am, updating you. First off, let me say that I loved my former covers for the Between Life and Death series. I actually made very sure that I had paperback copies of the series for my own collection before I changed a thing.

That said, they didn’t resonate with the correct market for some reason. Either because they had an Urban Fantasy vibe or because of something else I can’t figure out, the books weren’t doing what I thought they should. Of course, who is really objective about their own writing? They may just not be great books!

To try to reach the correct market and better reflect the series, the same cover artist that did the former covers embarked on a re-branding of the series with me. I have new covers for all the current books in the series plus one for Savannah Slays, which is intended for a 2017 release. That one tells the story of Savannah and Charlie from the beginning. As character favorites in the series, they deserved their own book. (And by the way, Savannah is a piece of work!)

So, here they are in all their glory! I think they capture the post-apocalyptic nature of the series well. What do you think? And yes, the first book is still free for right now, but it’s possible that I’ll be shifting it away from that in the near future. It’s undecided at this time and will greatly depend on performance. (Click image to embiggen!)

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The Doomsday Chronicles and A Planet Too Far – Live and Kicking!

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The Doomsday Chronicles &

A Planet Too Far

That’s right! They’ve both been released and they both have stories by yours truly in them. Combine a whoooyah and an evil cackle and you’ve just got the sound I make when I think of the stories I wrote for these volumes.

First – and arguably most important – these books have the new release launch pricing for a day or so more. That’s it, then they go up to $5.99 or whatever and we all pay too much. Don’t be that person. Right now they are $0.99 and I think there might be a stop at $1.99 or something planned (but don’t hold me to that since I don’t control these). So, anyway…go get them here: Doomsday on Amazon and Planet on Amazon.

The Doomsday Chronicles

In case you haven’t heard of it yet, it’s being talked about as the best of the Chronicles to date. That’s saying something since they’ve all been stellar. And yes, somehow I got in there. 🙂 Actually, my story is the first one in the book and it’s very deceptively titled, A Mother So Beautiful.

I really pulled out all the stops on this and I’ve been told it’s my best work to date. That’s nice, but it does make me look at my other work with a side-eye. I want those to be best…(never satisfied).

We get author review copies before it’s published and I literally didn’t write a single word once I cracked it. I powered through it and stayed up way too late reading. Every single story in there is just amazing. And it’s not all just doom in the traditional sense. You’ve got every kind of doom, even transformational doom. I admit it, I cried a little.

A Planet Too Far

This is the second in the Beyond the Stars series of anthologies. The first one, Dark Beyond the Stars, sort of shot to national attention and this volume simply makes that one look tame. It’s so very, very good. I powered through this one too, squeaking out “OMG” once in a while and eating chips like a hamster on crack. It was that good.

And yes, I have a story in it too. Totally out of my lane, it’s a genre-non-conforming piece that is part space opera, part dystopia, part post-apocalyptic scifi…and all creepy. It’s called The Mergans. And yes, there might be some cultural commentary hidden inside the pew pew of laser cannons.

I really want to see more reviews on this one and find out what people thought. I’m hovering over them like a bowl of M&Ms I’m not allowed to eat.

And this is the end…

…of my anthology schedule, that is. I’m not slated to be in any more of them. For the first time in two years, I don’t have a story under deadline with the requirement that I stretch my brain and go outside my box. It’s quite liberating, but also a little saddening. I’ve enjoyed doing the anthologies so very much.

That said, I did get a story request from a literary magazine that I enjoy reading, which is supah exciting. I’m working on that now. They have much stricter word counts, so I’m going to need to work extra hard to make each word count. Once I get that in and the contracts signed and all that, then I’ll let you all know what magazine and issue it will be. Until it happens, it ain’t real. 🙂

I’ve got some fairly big news coming up…including a cover reveal for a certain sequel people have been after me to get finished. Official cover reveal is on April 8th, so check back here for the eyeball feast. That book will be released in May. ::squee::

Also, Logan Snyder has completed Between Kings and Carnage! It takes place in the Between Life and Death world…but in a new location with a whole new cast of characters. Can you believe it? I’m dying to read the finished product. It’s a nice long one too, about the size of Between Life and Death, book three, so no shorties involved. It’s in edit club right now, so he’s wrestling with words to make them perfect. When he gets a cover, I’ll be showing that bad boy off!

I’m going to try and talk him into letting me get ARCs to readers of my series, so keep your fingers crossed that he says yes to that.

The Book of Sam is Live!!! $0.99 for new release!

TheBookOfSam500x750That’s right! The Book of Sam has been published! You can get it on Amazon, but the paperback should be available at Barnes and Noble soon, too.

For a few days, I’ll have the price at $0.99 so regular readers can get it cheap. After that, it goes up to normal, so if you’re wanting to read it, don’t wait too long to pick it up.

Yes, yes, I know I’ve been a total slacker at updating this blog lately, but I’ve been super busy. We now have a vibrant and energetic four year old living in the house and it’s been keeping me busier than I thought possible.

Still, I’m going to get better at updates. Promise!

Back to Sam – As surprising as it was to get so much reader email about Sam, I knew he had to be first up at bat for the Between Life and Death: Origins series. That he connected with readers so deeply, given his brief role in the first book, The In-Betweener, was gratifying. I think it also says a lot about people. Readers fell in love with the nice guy.

Until next time, Happy Reading!

The Book of Sam – Between Life and Death: Origins

TheBookOfSam500x750Here it is! The cover for The Book of Sam is here!

The first full-length novel in the Between Life and Death: Origins series is slated for an October release, so get your hankies ready and prepare to get to know Sam in a way you didn’t inside the pages of The In-Betweener.

Why no pre-order?

Sorry folks, there’s no pre-order because those just don’t work well for me. I’m not a big enough name yet. What I will do is make absolutely sure that the first few days after release the price will be $0.99 so that everyone who wants to read it can get it cheap.

I would heartily recommend getting on the VIP List (if you’re not already on it) so you’ll get notified the moment it goes live. And also, you won’t miss the cheap release price.

Soon, I’ll be opening up a special segment of the VIP List for some readers. These are the readers that review (or want to review) and be a part of the Advanced Team. They’ll get all my books early…and free. Along with the standard drawing I do for everyone on the VIP List (swag, signed books, audiobooks, etc) there will be a second drawing just for Advanced Team members.

So, it does come with some perks. 🙂 The only thing I’d like in return are those reviews during release week. I’ll keep everyone updated on when the Advanced Team segment will be open.

 

Last FREE Day for The In-Betweener and $0.99 on Forever Between

Between Life and Death Sale on Amazon

Today is the last day for the big sale run on the first two books of the Between Life and Death series! The In-Betweener is free and Forever Between is just $0.99.

Also, PePr, Inc. is still free on Amazon’s US store, and will hopefully become free on all the other Amazon stores (UK, CA, etc) as time goes on.

Two Free Books Today – Future Chronicles Week Sale

PePr, Inc. Free on Amazon

 

First up: PePr, Inc. is FREE in Amazon…and on iTunes…and on Google Play…and everywhere else I could think of. So, yay!!!

This is my story from the first of the Future Chronicles series, The Robot Chronicles. And since this is Future Chronicles week, this is a good thing. Also, Posthumous is still $0.99 on Amazon. This novella (20K words) is being reported to me as a total tearjerker, so I wouldn’t read it in public. 🙂

In-Betweener Free on Amazon

 

And second? Whoot! The In-Betweener is free on Amazon from 12-16 August and to go with it, I’ve made Forever Between just $0.99 for the same time period. For those of us who loved my Silo 49 series, or are fans of Strikers, but never dipped your toe into the Between Life and Death world, this is your chance to do it.

Sneak Peek of The Book of Sam, Book One of Between Life and Death Origins

So, quite a few of you wanted that sneaky peeky of The Book of Sam. This is first draft…and you all know what that means…but here’s your glimpse at the beginning. Let me know what you think, either here or on the Facebook post.

The Book of Sam

Between Life and Death Origins

Chapter One – Day One

The school bell rings and I look at the students in front of me. Only eight today. Bella is missing, but I half-expected that at some point. She has an older sister more than capable of taking care of her during the day while her mother works, something many of my students don’t have. The hassle of getting Bella to the bus stop, waiting for the bus, and then worrying about picking her up at the end of the day can be alleviated by simply letting her stay home rather than attend summer school.

Still, summer school is important for my students, no matter how much of a pain it might be. The challenges of Down syndrome are significant enough without adding a nine-week break from school into the mix. These students often lose more during the course of a summer than children in mainstream classes if nothing is done to reinforce what they’ve learned. And Bella had been doing so well.

I sigh, drawing the attention of one of my students. Little Piper—so sweet that it almost seems she might melt in the rain like a cube of sugar—gives me a sidelong glance and smiles her sweetest smile. It’s the one that brings up two dimples next to her lips and lifts her chubby cheeks into two rosy balls. I can’t help but smile back. We’re not supposed to pick favorites, but some kids are just too awesome not to adore. Piper is one of those.

“Okay, kids! Let’s settle down,” I call out to the socializing group of kids. Aged between seven and eleven, they’re at that age where any meeting with a friend is cause for loud celebration. “Paulie, that’s enough hugging for now. Okay? Can everyone find their name for me?”

They sort of turn their attention to me, but the lure of chatting is a strong one. I walk toward the rough circle formed in X’s of tape stuck to the short carpet, the name of a child in the class carefully written in bold capital letters on each one. Having their attention shift to me, and then to the X spots on the floor, lowers the decibel level a little more.

Each child seeks their X, most of them remembering exactly where their mark is, but going through their standard process of sounding out their name and pointing to each letter in turn, before sitting. I have to help Corinne to her X. She’s still working on the spelling of her name and she still doesn’t always recognize it. We point to each letter and sound it out, her giggling and laughing in delight the whole while. I love my job. I really do.

The two empty spots that should be for Bella and Thomas are a bit like a silent rebuke. Unfortunately, chance would have it that those bracket my most sensitive student, Michael. He looks to either side of his spot, his face crumpling as he does. Michael is the youngest in his family, with four much older siblings. He feels rejection very keenly, even when there is none intended.

Michael is a loud and expressive crier, so I scoot over toward one of the empty spots and sit down on the X marked Thomas. That drawers his attention, so I lean down to grin at Michael and say, “I’m very lucky to sit next to you today, Michael!”

The confusion on Michael’s face fades quickly, the happiness returning like the sunshine after the passing of a single obscuring cloud, and he leans over to put his head against my arm. As much as I like the kids, I have to gently adjust the boy back to a seated position in short order. I’m always keenly aware of the caution that all teachers must have with respect to contact with their charges. The cameras in each corner of the room remind me of it every time I see their obtrusive and untrusting eyes.

“Does anyone remember what we were doing at the end of the day yesterday?” I ask, looking around the circle and meeting the eyes of each student. I’m careful to give an encouraging smile to each and every one of them.

Several hands shoot up, then a few more because raising hands is apparently great fun. I call on one of the first to raise her hand, so that I’ll be sure to get a correct answer. No one likes to start the day by giving a wrong answer.

Mary, the oldest in my class at almost twelve, yells the answer just a little too loudly, “Counting and colors!”

“Right!” I exclaim—though not as loudly—and flip over the pile of oversized cards lying in the center of the circle. Bright shapes in vibrant colors along with the letters spelling out the color cover the cards, and several of the children clap at the sight of them. This is a favorite activity for many of them. It’s true that a good many of my kids are well past the need for counting and color activities like this one, but it’s an excellent reinforcement for them. It also allows them the chance to lead the younger ones. From my point of view, that’s another important part of growing up.

The morning class begins and I feel that same sense of fulfillment I do whenever I enter the classroom. It takes more to prepare these wonderful children for their future lives than many teachers have the patience for, but to me this is a balm to the soul and the fulfillment of a promise to the brother I lost.

My older brother, George, was born with severe Down Syndrome. Unfortunately, he was also born with most of the physical problems that can come along for the ride with the syndrome. Though he had corrective heart surgery as a toddler, he passed away one night in his sleep. There was no warning, no hint that it was coming. We shared a room, so it was to my mother’s screams that I woke that morning, seeing her bent over his bed and shaking him, begging him to wake up.

I was only ten and George was thirteen. To say that his loss struck me deeply would be an understatement. And I don’t mean just because I was just eight feet from him when it happened and I slept right through it, though that’s certainly bad enough. It was because he was gone and I missed him in a way I’ve never missed anything or anyone else.

I still do.

While it’s true that George was three years older than me, I learned pretty early that he needed me to stick up for him. He didn’t understand the casual cruelty of children at our primary school. I didn’t always understand it, but I sure knew it when I saw it. Though I never got into another fight after he passed, I learned to scrap pretty well at a young age.

So, it’s easy to see why I chose the profession I did. Every single day I work is like me saying thank you to my brother. I promised I would always take care of him. This is how I do that now that he’s not here himself.

Before the first recess bell sounds, the door to my classroom bangs open, the metal kickplate banging against the stop like a shot. The kids jump, but I think I jump even more. Bethany, another teacher and probably my best “teacher friend” rushes in. The look on her face sets my heart to racing. Something is very wrong.

She stops after two steps inside, probably realizing that she’s just scared the bejesus out of me, and then makes it worse by waving me over with urgent sweeps of her hand. I’m guessing she also notices the effect her facial expression is having on my kids, because she tries to smile at the kids. It looks more like a grimace.

In a shaky voice, she says, “It’s okay kids! Everything is fine. I just need Mr. Sam for a minute. Is that okay?”

Piper shouts up at her, “We’re on blue!” She waves the big card with a circle of bright blue on it to demonstrate what she means.

“Blue is my favorite!” Michael shouts and tries to grab for the card.

I get up from my spot in the circle and pass the stack of cards to Michael to distract him from his grabs. He snatches them in delight and I tell him, “Why don’t you take one and then pass them around the circle. Everyone take a card when it gets passed to you and practice on that color. Okay?”

That suggestion gets me a round of happy agreements, so I step away, but keep half an eye on the kids, while worrying what that pale, strained look on Bethany’s face might mean. As always, my first thought is that something bad might be happening inside the school. Even in elementary school, it’s something all teachers have in the back of their minds. That’s just the way things are nowadays. That possibility is an unfortunate fact of life.

Then again, Bethany wouldn’t likely be standing in full view of the hallway with an open door at her back if there was that kind of problem. She’d have hit the deck, closed and bolted the door, or be herding her kids out of the building. Plus, there’s no noise.

As soon as I get within reach, Bethany grabs my forearm, her fingers sharp and tight. I lean close, hoping that will encourage her to keep her voice down. She looks more than worried now that we’re close, she looks frightened.

“Sam, can you take my class? I have to go. Now,” she says without delay.

I look back at my charges, but they’re busily exchanging cards with each other to get their favorites, then back at Bethany. “I really shouldn’t. You understand, right?”

Bethany sneaks a peek around my shoulder at my students and bites at her lip. I can see the warring needs in her as clearly as if they were written in magic marker across her forehead. I’d love to help her, but the rules are very firm in a few regards and this is one of them. Bethany’s class is made up of mainstream summer schoolers. Specifically, her class is made up of math students who might noth otherwise pass up into the next grade. They’re also all fourth and fifth graders. And there are more than twenty of them.

It’s not just about breaking class size rules, because there’s always room to wiggle on that when it comes to an emergency like a teacher having to stop a class for whatever reason. The real problem is that mixing mainstream students with his students is just not done. My first priority is the safety of my students, but my second is their happiness. I won’t have them scarred by unthinking slights or rude giggles.

“What about one of the other teachers?” I ask. There aren’t many here—this is a small neighborhood school—but there are some. I can’t be the only choice. It may be summer school, but we’ve got five classes going.

Bethany shakes her head, lips thin and tight. “Debbie’s got thirty-three kids in her class already and Rob’s already got two classes worth because Sherry didn’t show up. She’s probably in the same boat I’m in,” she says, then trails off, her eyes finding the clock and her jaw muscles tightening.

“Wait, what?” I ask, now concerned. A teacher just not showing up is a big deal any day, but particularly during the summer. There’s just one admin person, no aids at all this week because of training, and like every week after a holiday, a whole lot of people scheduling vacation time.

When I came in, I saw the office was occupied, and I passed Bethany getting ready in her classroom, but I was running late so I didn’t go to the teacher’s lounge or anywhere else this morning. I lean forward just enough to see down the hallway, and everything looks fine, if somewhat empty. There’s only Henry, the single school maintenance person on duty, rolling his mop bucket down the hall on squeaky wheels.

Bethany takes a deep breath, as if centering herself or reaching for calm when being pushed by a particularly challenging child, and says, “Right. Okay. I’m guessing you don’t know what’s going on out there?”

She looks up at me with those huge, dark eyes of hers and I’m pretty much done for no matter what she says. I can tell she’s searching for an answer even before I speak. I can also tell she knows I’m clueless. My shrug just confirms it.

“You remember about my Dad?” she asks.

This is a jarring change in topic. I should have realized what it was about as soon as I realized nothing was on fire and no one was shooting. The concern, the wringing hands, the ways she’s shuffling her feet a little as if she’s poised to run finally come together in my clearly, inferior brain.

“Oh, no. Did he…I mean…has he…” I trail off, not sure what the appropriate words are when asking if someone died.

She grips at my forearms again, understanding what I mean—which is good, because it was so not clear—and smiles a shaky smile. “No, no! Nothing like that. It’s the opposite. He woke up, but he’s very disoriented and…not himself.”

The relief I feel at not have to do any consoling cannot be overstated. Seriously. That sort of thing doesn’t come easy to me yet. I’m never sure if I’m doing it right or saying the right thing. Plus, this is good news. Or, it should be good news. But if it is, why does she look so scared?

“Are you okay, Bethany?” I ask her, but this time I focus entirely on her so she’ll know I want to hear the truth.

She surprises me by leaning forward and bumping her forehead into my chest. Seriously, she couldn’t have surprised me more if she’d kissed me. Even so, this feels like an overwhelmed lean instead of a flirting one, so I just let her keep doing it. I should just enjoy it while it lasts, though I’d never, ever confess that to anyone.

Bethany is older than me—as in almost twice my age—but there’s something about her. She’s divorced, has kids that aren’t too many years younger than me, and probably hasn’t thought twice about me that way. Even so, I have my daydreams. And even without daydreams, we’re friends and I know how hard the last two years have been for her.

After a boat accident, her father had been shot full of First Responder nanites by emergency services. It was protocol, but like so many others, it hadn’t worked the way it was supposed to on him. The First Responders boost oxygen in the blood, encourage heart activity, and stimulate the body’s natural responses to trauma, helping many survive the trip to the hospital and giving most those crucial few minutes they need to get truly sophisticated medical care. They are, on the whole, a good and life-saving thing.

Only they don’t always work. Her father’s traumatic brain injury meant that the nanites kept his body alive, but without enough brain function to return to normal life. He became one of the many people commonly referred to as vegetables, perfectly healthy yet never again to wake.

And now Bethany is saying he’s awake. But she’s not talking to me and she’s leaning against me in front of my class instead of jumping for joy.

“Aren’t you happy? You always said he would beat it,” I say, extricating an arm so I can pat her on the back. I look back around at the kids, some of whom are very interested in what we’re up to. That must bring her back to the present, because she pulls away and pushes back her hair. She smiles at the kids, then at me.

Something flashes through her smile, some hint of emotion other than joy. I think it really is fear. I don’t think I’m imagining it. Then it hits me what she said before. “Wait, you said Sherry was in the same boat as you. What’s going on?”

One of the children calls, so we pause long enough for me to persuade Piper to go back to her spot in the circle. Back at the door, Bethany says, “Yeah. She never talked about it, but her grandmother is in long term care in nearly the same condition as my father. Anyway, I haven’t talked to her or anything, but it’s happening all over, so it’s probably happening with her grandmother too.”

“Wait,” I say, because now I’m really confused. “You mean it’s not just your father waking up? Did something happen?”

Bethany’s eyes widen and she gives a little shake of her head, “Really? Sam, do you never watch the news? Seriously.” She puffs out a breath and waves a hand as if it doesn’t matter. “It’s all over the news. There was some experiment to try to correct neural deficits or something—basically wake up the people like my Dad—but it wasn’t supposed to be everywhere. The nurse called me here and said that it has something to do with the Monitor nanites Dad has now. They picked up the signal or something. I don’t know. Honestly, I’m just glad he’s waking up! Except…”

Sentences that trail off after words like that are never good. Not ever. “Except?” I prod.

“Well, he’s strapped down now, but the first thing he did was bite my mom on the arm. Hard. And he’s sort of out of it.” Again she flaps her hands in agitation. “It doesn’t matter. But I need to get to their house. I really do. The nurse is only supposed to be there for an hour and she has a lot of other patients. My mom can’t handle him like this on her own. Who knows what will happen?”

I’m no more capable of resisting that sort of plea that I would be able to leave a kitten in the middle of a busy street. It just isn’t in me. I push a hand through my hair and sigh. It must have been enough of an answer for Bethany, because she squeezes my arms and says, “Oh, thank you, Sam! I will totally return the favor someday!”

“Fine, yes,” I say, but I’m still very unsure about the whole thing. “Can you go to the office on your way out and ask them to call in a sub?”

Bethany nods, her mind clearly already shifting to getting out of the school as quickly as possible. “Sure, sure. I’ll go get my kids. Or do you want to bring yours over?”

I consider it, but decide that this room, which is about twice the size of a regular classroom given the variety of activities that go on in here, is the better choice. “No, bring them over for now. But give them some sort of assignment to tide them over until a sub gets here. Will you?”

“Of course! And school’s out at lunch anyway. Everything will be fine,” Bethany says, stepping away and clearly ready to dash. I let her go and then face my kids, wondering how I’m going to handle two such disparate groups for another two hours. There’s no way a sub will make it in time and I know it. At least it’s only a half day. It could be worse.

New Covers for the Between Life and Death Series

TheInBetweener_webWhile I love the old covers for The In-Betweener and Forever Between, they don’t really speak to people browsing on Amazon for a new book. After all, I know the story, so I can see the way the covers tie in. Someone who hasn’t read it only sees a dark cover and has no idea why it’s that way. So, with a mixture of excitement and sadness, I went searching for a new artist who could create a cover that worked better.

And I had no idea how wonderful the new ones would be. Feast your eyes! I think he captured Emily wonderfully. What do you think?

On a side note, I went ahead and ordered some copies of both The In-Betweener and Forever Between with the old covers. Why? Because very few people had a chance to get the paperbacks with the old covers, so they’re as rare as hen’s teeth! It might be fun to give those away during giveaways. You never know, they might become collector’s items.

If you’re going to Amazon, then you may or may not see the new covers for a few days. It takes time for new covers to propagate through all their servers. I saw the new one on The In-Betweener this morning and squealed with delight.

The pre-order for book three, Between Life and Death, still has the old cover image up, but never fear, the new one will come soon. The cover artist is super busy (and now possibly even more since so many authors asked me who did the new covers) but I’ll be up to the front of the line again within a couple of weeks.

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Busy, busy – Cute Book Charms Done!

Just a quick update because I don’t want anyone to think I’m blowing off the website. Here’s the happenings around here in no particular order.

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Goodreads Giveaway: Congrats to the winner! I’m packing up your paperback and trying very hard to get a bookmark done so I can slip that in the envelope with the book. The bookmarks for Strikers came out uber-cute, and I just finished the charms for The In-Betweener, so let’s hope those are cool as well. Here’s a peek at what the first test of a Strikers bookmark came out like (my charms are better now). I’m going to stick one of my Love Your Zombies wristbands in there as well.

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Speaking of Swag: I’ve not been ignoring my writing, but I’ve filled up any hour not spent writing with doing my swag making. There’s something strangely addicting about making things like that. It’s very futzy and precise, yet allows my thoughts to wander a bit as well. Here is what I just got done with! That’s a lot of future bookmarks!  

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And Writing?:  Oh, yes, I’ve been writing. I’m deep into the final changes to Forever Between, which will be out on March 20th. (Speaking of which, I’m opening up the Advanced Review Copy list! There were a lot of non-completes in the last list, so it’s open to those that have actually left reviews in the past this time. A few new folks are welcome, but not at the rate I did last time since so few actually followed through.)

Also, I’m right in the middle of a new story, this time an Alternate History story for another one of those spectacular anthologies. Luckily, he extended the deadline out to March 15th, so I can take a deep breath. I had no idea alternate history was so hard to write. I’ve also finished another short called Vindica…or rather, two versions of it with one substantially longer, like a novella and the other version short enough for an antho. It’s scheduled to appear in another one of the amazing Chronicles series produced by Samuel Peralta. (Hint: Zombies).

Between Life and Death, the third book in the Between Life and Death Series, is coming along very nicely and I hope that everyone likes the way I’m wrapping up that series. While The In-Betweener was a relatively short book (191 pages), Forever Between is half-again as long and Between Life and Death is longer still. Not weirdly long, but longer because the world of Emily expands so much. I really love these characters. Emily, Veronica and Charlie are such interesting and good people and I’m going to hate to say goodbye to them. Really.

And Other Miscellaneous: We got socked in by snow (like a whole lot of other places!) during the last storm and it looks like it’s going to happen again starting tonight. That means lots of snow shoveling, sliding around on slippery ice while trying to get my dog to actually pee on snow (for some reason he just can’t do that), and staying indoors while hoping my pipes don’t freeze. While you’d think that would be good for writing, it’s not for some reason. So, I’ll just need to buckle down and do the work.

Hope everyone stays safe out there and has a good book to settle down with. Until next time!

Work In Progress

Savannah Slays (working title)

5000/ 100000 words. 5% done!

Portals - Portal Invasion #1

78000/ 78000 words. First Draft Done!

Mercy - PePr Inc novella

3000/ 20000 words. 15% done!

The Ways We End

66000/ 66000 words. 100% Done! Publishing Dec 8th! (Dark Collections 2, "And Then Begin Again" goes live on the Dec 8th too!

Strikers: Outlands

40000/ 10000 words. 40% Done!

Good News Gone Bad #1
Series of Shorts

4000 / 20000 words. Back Burner for now.

Lulu 394

60020 / 80000 words. 75% done! Back Burner for now!

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