Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Good ol' Murphy and his Law

You'd think, seeing it's only a few days before Nano and a week since I last typed, that I'd be either kicking back and relaxing for a bit or getting all sorted before jumping into Dark One's Wife.

Do you hear it? The hollow laughter of the universe?
Scary, isn't it?

Of course, I've had no such luck. Silly me for hoping I would have time.

Do ya get the title now?
A few days after typing THE END on A Game of Cat and Horse, the universe dumped so much horror on me.
Never mind my little novella has crept up close enough to the 30k mark after two days of editing that I might as well label it as such. I'ma too sick to care and stuck battling off mind-fogging colds, parties that happened, one that'll happen in the future and the big what-do-you-mean-your-school-Halloween-party-is-cancelled? drama. And after I got a costume. Bleh.

Let me make this clear. Halloween as a holiday had barely caught on in my youth, so trick-or-treat was a foreign beast to me and, being rural, I never got involved in it. Ergo, the idea of going door to door is scary. So the hunt for a new party is on. I have two days.

But the most terrifying thing in my life at the moment is my office chair, the one I've owned for around nineteen years. The bugger has been creaking and squeaking for some time now. It's old, it's allowed to squeak. But, recently, the seat will occasionally rock when you sit down.
Unnerving, Even though it's not supposed to. Only yesterday my fiancé found out why...

It is cracked right were the seat is welded to the base!

As of right now, I'm sitting on a time bomb that could crack and dump me the next time I sit down. Considering the space I sit in is just big enough for the chair, falling promises to be bone-cracking nasty. Seeing my only other option is standing, I can but hope is it stays together long enough for me to save up for a replacement. Might as well get me a decent one.

Can someone please give me a redo of this last week?

Thursday, 24 October 2013

Introducing ...

Name: Klara
Story: The Rogue King
Status: Roguess

Klara, the all-round pest of the desert.
Having been hanging about the story for as long as the Rogue King Saga itself, I actually have a certain hate-filled fondness for Klara ... despite her insanity, the jealousy streak that's half a planet wide and her long-standing tendency to want to drug people for her own purposes.
She stuck around more in the original than she does now and did a ton more poisoning (she's had a 100% decline there), although I can't recall why she wanted to bump off practically everyone. I never asked her, still not sure if I really want to know.

I can't help but wonder why her fingers look so long. I swear, I did nothing to make them that way. Sadly, the computer ate the file, literally did not want to save so ... she's stuck this way until I feel like revamping her again.

Tuesday, 22 October 2013

One of these days, I'll get it right

First it was 20,000 words, then as I plotted the chapters, it jumped to 22k.
As it whizzed by that target, gaining chapters as it went, I decided it must stop at 26k. After all, that's how many chapters it had. But no, that was not to be.
28k then, I cried. For surely, it cannot grow any larger. Again, it sauntered on by that number.
Please stop at 29k, I begged. And, at last, as I heave a sigh, it has listened.


What's that? What am I talking about?

Oh, A Game of Cat and Horse, my companion novella for The Rogue King Saga, is finally finished! Huzzah! Just in time for me to get some edits in before Nano arrives and, at 29,000 words, way over its original targeted estimate.
Although, knowing me, it'll likely gain another thousand during edits and critiques, if not more. I'm just glad it didn't turn out big enough to become a novel. I could've done it so easily, showing scenes already written in The Rogue King Saga through their eyes, but no. This has always been intended as an extra. No rehashing of old scenes via another point of view.

Now onwards to Nano and Dark One's Wife! I've got a wedding to attend and a bride to kidnap ... ah, already, I feel a change of plot coming on.

But before then, purely because I can, I present to you A Game of Cat and Horse's prologue. (Oh my yes, it has both a prologue and an epilogue)


Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the canvas. Far from a sleek beam, the light came in haphazardly as the caravan bumped and slithered its way over the sand. Laccindy glared blearily at the fingers of light. What was the time?

She stretched and yawned, taking in a lungful of hot, dry air. The dustiness within the caravan tickled her nose and a fit of sneezing soon banished all traces of drowsiness. Smacking her lips, she made her way over the bundles of cloth and tightly wrapped food. Her father would have a waterskin at his side.

Tucking the canvas flap back, Laccindy brushed the long straggles of hair from her face. She stared out at the bright yellow desert ahead of them, bringing an arm up to shield her eyes from the glare. How did the suns manage to shine so much brighter out here than back home?

At the front of the caravan, her father sat hunched over in the driver's seat, the reins lax in his hands. He twitched as she clambered over the planking to flop next to him, pushing back the russet hair tangling around his ears. The sunlight glittered upon his earrings. "You should stay inside, sharra. It's not safe."

She snorted and rolled her eyes. Nowhere was considered safe ever since they'd left Catsckin, be it the weeks travelling aboard the cargo ships, or the journey along the main trade route and the short time spent in Maxia City. "You worry too much, papa." It wouldn't be worth Lady Perjarno's time or coin to chase them beyond the Maxian border.

Squinting, she surveyed the surrounding desert. The ruddy bulk of Rogue Rise sat on the horizon. Hazy from dust and distance. Nothing moved out on the sand. Just us.

Her father smiled down at her, warping the pale brown spots around his eyes. "I'm your father, 'Cin. Worrying comes with the territory and Rogues are not something to be made light of." He fingered the hunting knife at his side. "Dealing with her thugs would be easy compared to them."

And yet we run. The noblewoman had taken everything from them. Except me. That's why they ran. Her father would prefer to face the Rogues than hand Laccindy over to Perjarno. He may think the woman's hired muscle easy now they were beyond their reach, but that hadn't stopped her father from stealing a cart in the middle of the night just to escape them.

Laccindy return to examining the sands. Had it really been just a few months ago? It felt like years. Now here they were, with two caravans of cheap cargo, searching for a future and carrying so little of their past. None of which would be able to remind her of what she once had.

This was all her mother's fault. Why did she have to go and die? Perjarno wouldn't be after Laccindy if her mother still lived. They could be back home. Sniffing, she blinked away her tears. She would still have a home.

"Hey." Her father cupped her chin and tipped her head up. "Mama wouldn't want us to cry, now would she, sharra?"

She sniffed again and, unable to halt the smile forming on her lips, shook her head. She'd been her father's 'precious' for as long as she could recall, whereas her mother hated people being the slightest bit sentimental. If her father had fallen instead, Laccindy had no doubts her mother wouldn't cry over it. Neither in private nor in public.

Her father stiffened, his gaze focusing on somewhere beyond her. "Get back inside."

Laccindy didn't waste time in arguing or searching for whatever her father had spotted. She already knew the answer. Rogues. But her father swore they were safe. Had somehow ensured the caravans wouldn't be a target.

She'd heard tales about the dangers of the desert, of the Rogues. Even in Catsckin, where meeting one would require sailing from Jepol then trekking across half the Zan continent, the bitter stories of a Rogue attack was ever prevalent. In the absence of Shadow Speakers, of dark borns, of true monsters, the Rogues became the new source of terror.

Did the Rogues themselves care? Of course not. They revelled in their title.

To a passing caravan, they were every fear rolled into one. Looting? A given choice in the harsh clime. Arson? A personal option, but why leave the spoils for another? And death? Everyone agreed it was death that the Rogues excelled at. Fast or slow, torturous or painless ... rumour said they could do them all.

The canvas ripped open. Her father barrelled into the confines, crushing the parcels in his wake, his large ears flattened against his head and his azure eyes impossibly wide. "Run!"

Laccindy tore out the back of the caravan. Her pounding heart driving her on, she ran blindly into the desert. Something grabbed her tail. She stumbled and slammed face first into the sands.

Hands grabbed her legs, hauling her towards her doom. Screaming, she fought their grip, scrabbling for purchase and finding none. They had her! The Rogues had her! She was going to die!

"Get away from my daughter!"

Laccindy managed to roll over in time to see her father, his hunting knife glittering wickedly in the sunlight, slam into the Rogue. They tumbled across the dune in a ball of snarls and roars. Blood splattered across the sand and, as the sand settled, her father stooped to wipe his knife clean on the raptereon's hide.

Behind him, the caravans burned. This had not been a lone Rogue.

"Go!" Her father pointed off into the desert. His head snapped to face where more Rogues were coming, his claws extending. "Hurry, 'Cin. Hide yourself!"

Laccindy raced across the dunes to throw herself into the soft sand pooling at its base. Behind her came the snarls of people fighting. The smell of burning cloth reached her nose and in the distance, she caught the crackle of flames. She lay huddled in a hollow, the sand slithering down the slope to coat her hide, tiny stinging grains of it burrowing into her wound.

Then there was silence. A horrible, numbing calm. She knew. Without moving, without lifting her head to see, she knew the horrid truth.

She was alone.

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

Cover Reveal: Dragon's Game

Available Monday, October 22nd!

Jenny Moonsong recently inherited the title of "monster hunter" and an ancient tribal journal/how-to manual passed down by her Apache ancestors. She has already faced a werewolf, witches, and a troll. But nothing could prepare her for her latest confrontation...

Dragon's Game, Moonsongs Book 4, finds Jenny out of her rural West Texas element, searching for an evil witch in an urban Houston nightclub. After attempting to help a handsome and mysterious stranger out of a jam, she finds herself on the run from a ruthless gang who are even more dangerous than they initially appear.

Forced into a twisted game of life and death, Jenny must navigate the complexity of a budding relationship, and somehow survive a night filled with unexpected horror and paranormal mystery.

Dragon's Game is approximately 14,000 words or 45 pages, and is the fourth volume of the Moonsongs Books, an ongoing series of New Adult, speculative / urban fantasy novelettes by author E.J. Wesley.

(These stories contain language and content better suited for readers 17+)

~Moonsongs Series List~

Blood Fugue, Moonsongs Book 1

Witch's Nocturne, Moonsongs Book 2

Dark Prelude, Moonsongs Book 3

Dragon's Game, Moonsongs Book 4
COMING SOON to Amazon - B&N - Smashwords

Moonsongs, Anthology 1 (Collecting books 1, 2, & 3)
Paperback & eBook - Amazon / eBook - B&N

Add Dragon's Game to your Goodreads shelf!

And for a limited time, you can catch up on the entire Moonsongs series for just .99 cents (regularly $2.99) - Moonsongs Anthology 1 is on sale October 15th - 20th at Amazon and Barnes & Noble!

Author Bio:

Growing up in small-town Oklahoma, there were limits on the amount and types of entertainment at my disposal. Perhaps that’s why I set my imagination free. After collecting degrees in psychology and counseling, life brought me to Missouri, Texas, and Northern California—where I currently read, write, and live. I fill my spare time playing video games, watching movies, planning for the zombie apocalypse, reading graphic novels, and playing with my dogs.

My passion for New Adult literature led me to producing the weekly New Adult Lit Chat on Twitter, and contributing to the NA Alley Blog. I’m also the author of the Moonsongs Books, a series of New Adult, speculative-rural fantasy novelettes.

Friday, 11 October 2013

Want to read some more kissing scenes?

Then get yourself over to Unicorn Bell where they've got a little contest going on right now. Each entry's only 300 words long and they start with a little snippet from my WiP, A Game of Cat and Horse.

Plus, there's still time to compete! And, apparently, there's prizes. As if reading kissing scenes isn't a prize in itself...

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

Cover Reveal: Moonless

Only one month left until its release ...

Pretty, yeah?
Title: Moonless
Author: Crystal Collier
Series: Maiden of Time #1
Publication: November 13th, 2013
Category: Young Adult
Genre: Historical Paranormal Romance

Short Description: Alexia’s nightmares become reality: a dead baron, red-eyed wraiths, and forbidden love with a man hunted by these creatures. After an attack close to home, Alexia realizes she cannot keep one foot in her old life and one in this new world. To protect her family she must either be sold into a loveless marriage, or escape with her beloved and risk becoming one of the Soulless.

MOONLESS is Jane Eyre meets Supernatural.

Author Bio:
Crystal, author of MOONLESS, is a former composer/writer for Black Diamond Productions. She can be found practicing her brother-induced ninja skills while teaching children or madly typing about fantastic and impossible creatures. She has lived from coast to coast and now calls Florida home with her creative husband, three littles, and “friend” (a.k.a. the zombie locked in her closet). Secretly, she dreams of world domination and a bottomless supply of cheese. You can find through these links:

Monday, 7 October 2013

Calling for Cover Reveal Help

On November the 11th, I shall be revealing the cover for The Rogue King.

If you would like to take part in the cover reveal, you can comment with your email or shoot me an email at aldreaalien[at]yahoo.co.nz (just put "The Rogue King cover reveal" in the subject heading) and I'll send the info and cover when it's closer to the time.

As of this moment I'm aiming to have this out there on February 22nd 2014. My birthday. ^_^

Until then ... shall I tease?
I think I will...

My proof. Missing the logo

Saturday, 5 October 2013

Juggling Act

I've been on a roll these last few days. Jumping between stories. Again. Found new material for The Rogue King Saga that I just have to add, bouncing the total word count of the first book over 62,000 words and I'm close to a similar word count for the second one. Naturally it happened after sending the first book to the editor. It's all good. I'm not going to stress that an extra 1,000 words got added there. Not when my last rewrite added 50k to the overall saga.
Honestly, the stuff that hits you out of nowhere ... staggering. But I can't resist writing about a nervous young man whilst he's a courtin'. ^_^ The Rogue King is my weakness, has been for sixteen years. Although, I've got to wonder why it's always my badass characters who do this to me...

Of course, all the hippity-hopping means that my feels are all over the place. It's exhausting at times to go from a super happy scene to a not-so-happy, but necessary, scene. And I'm a bit concerned about the ending for A Game of Cat and Horse. Let's just say it doesn't end with sunshine and rainbows. It's not meant to. It wouldn't work if it did. Nevertheless, the chapters for it have been filling up day after day. So much so that I've passed my original word count goal of 22k. New estimation puts it at 26k.

I'm hoping to get the last few chapters completed before November because I've gone and done something crazy. For the first time ever, I'm participating in the National Novel Writing Month. Yes, me: Miss take-a-year-or-so-to-write-a-story is going to attempt 50,000 words in a month. A month! Most likely while getting The Rogue King sorted for it's February release.

Apparently, I love to torture myself.

So what am I writing? Something new? Will I be digging up and dusting off some old story? Well ... I thought on it. I won't lie there. But, ultimately, that 50k would be better spent finishing Dark One's Wife, the sequel to Dark One's Mistress. I'm already roughly 23,000 words in so another 50,000 will complete it just nicely. Of course, I've still got three chapters to plot, but ... I'm a half pantser sort of writer with past experience to tell me those gaps will magically fill themselves.

Thursday, 3 October 2013

Introducing ...

Name: Ryin
Story: Witch of Morthin
Status: Prince

Being the youngest of four brothers, Ryin is the one his sister, Sarna - the Main Character - tends to look out for the most (not to mention misses terribly when she has to leave).
He's a cheeky sod, slightly verging on bratty as he often runs to his mother, or big sister, for protection after a prank gone wrong. Hey, now, he is the 'baby' of the family.

Poor Ryin ... all dressed up, no doubt for some event or the other. He looks a little bored to me, just a touch on the unhappy side, probably much rather be running about the castle grounds stirring up trouble than being here.
Why ... why did I make their heraldic colours black, silver and purple? Suppose it's better than some of the combinations out there. No clashing.

Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Cover Reveal: Kiya: Mother of a King

You all know how I feel about a good story set in Ancient Egypt, so of course I'm all over this.
It's due out on October the 25th, so no waiting for this ... well maybe a little. You can use that time to cruise her blog tour. Or purchase book one ... Kiya: Hope of the Pharoah.
Either way, be sure to enter the giveaway.

So pretty.
A shame my kindle's not in colour
Blurb: Nefertiti has forced Naomi to flee Amarna with Malachi and the three children. But even under the protection of Naomi’s family in Thebes, Nefertiti still hunts her and Tut. Nefertiti sends assassins to kill them, and while Naomi fights to protect the children, Malachi fights to keep her safe.

With three children in tow, one of which isn't her own, she is labeled the harlot outcast wife of the pharaoh and is shunned. She isn't safe among her own people, and flees from being stoned to death. Although her family protects her, she must find a way to survive.

While Naomi struggles to keep herself and Tut alive, old adversaries return as Smenkhkare takes advantage of Akhenaten’s ailing health. Naomi must rely on Horemheb’s promise to protect Tut’s birthright, but her feelings for Malachi could cause more problems with Horemheb than she expects.

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