Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Paying It Forward

One of my CPs, Loni Townsend, tagged me in the Pay It Forward Bloghop. Now I've seen this doing the rounds and love these things, so of course I said yes. I'm not yet certain who I'll tag and that's been holding me back from posting this, but let us continue anyway...

What WiP shall I talk about? Oh dear ... that's a puzzler, isn't it? There are so many and I really do go on and on about a select few, don't I?
But let's talk about the second book in the Dark One Trilogy, okay? It's the one I keep telling myself I'm meant to be writing as opposed to haphazardly editing book four of a different series...


What am I working on?
Dark One's Bride picks up about five months after Dark One's Mistress with Clara still the sole PoV. It follows her from her arrival at Endlight and carries on through the week leading up to her wedding. In between, she deals with her doubts of becoming the first Great Lady in centuries, on top of being thrust before the court, an assassination attempt and...
Heh, almost revealed the ending. Nope. Not yet.

The blurb goes a little something like this (forgive the badness):

It's been five months since Clarabelle Weaver agreed to marry the infamous Dark Lord. Now, after spending her time in the mighty citadel with only the soulless men for company, she has at last arrived at Endlight where all of the kingdom's nobility have turned up to be part of this historic occasion.

Thrown into the unfamiliar world beyond her village and the quiet citadel, she finds that the man who would become her husband still harbours secrets. And those parts of his past he had no intention of revealing to her are looking to haunt them.

When one of the noblewomen goes into labour, it grants Clara an insight to her future and she finds herself questioning whether she's at all prepared for motherhood. She has only a short time to come to turns with this newfound anxiety, for if she decides she cannot give Lucias the heir he needs, it will mean giving up the man she has come to love

How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Hmm. I've never been able to answer this question. But that was due to there being too much of a muddle and not knowing enough of the current titles to say "this is why it's different".
But in all honesty, I wrote Dark One's Mistress with the intention of sticking to some of the major tropes in the romance genre. It may sound defeatist to say "it doesn't differ", but that's kind of how I feel (the doesn't differ part, not the defeatist bit). To my eyes, it conforms rather than sticks out (well ... maybe not the soul-stealing guy actually being the good one) and I doubt its sequels will veer much off that path.

Why do I write what I write?
With this one? I have no idea why it keeps going. The first novel was done on a whim. The idea of writing a story where the evil sorcerous lord was the lesser of the two evils intrigued me. So did looking at the world solely through Clara's eyes. At the time, I'd only attempted a shorter work (what is now Golden Dawn), with a prologue and epilogue by other characters. I didn't think I could do it then...
Maybe I really want to know if I can weigh a whole trilogy on her shoulders.

How does my writing process work?
Ugh. It's so sporadic right now.

I've tried to work chronologically, but more often than not, I'll have bits (sometimes whole chapters) that I write towards. In fact, of the 19 chapters I've plotted, the ones at the latter end are completely filled out (definitely the wedding scene and the last chapter). It probably helps that I am essentially rewriting to stretch the original timeline and just adding earlier chapters rather than the whole story.

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

Cover Reveal: Soulless by Crystal Collier

Have you met the Soulless and Passionate? In the world of 1770 where supernatural beings mix with humanity, Alexia is playing a deadly game.

SOULLESS, Book 2 in the Maiden of Time trilogy

Alexia manipulated time to save the man of her dreams, and lost her best friend to red-eyed wraiths. Still grieving, she struggles to reconcile her loss with what was gained: her impending marriage. But when her wedding is destroyed by the Soulless—who then steal the only protection her people have—she's forced to unleash her true power.

And risk losing everything.

What people are saying about this series: 

"With a completely unique plot that keeps you guessing and interested, it brings you close to the characters, sympathizing with them and understanding their trials and tribulations." --SC, Amazon reviewer

"It's clean, classy and supernaturally packed with suspense, longing, intrigue and magic." --Jill Jennings, TX

"SWOON." --Sherlyn, Mermaid with a Book Reviewer

Crystal Collier is a young adult author who pens dark fantasy, historical, and romance hybrids. 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 her on her blog and Facebook, or follow her on Twitter.

COMING October 13, 2014

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Tuesday, 8 July 2014

Doing the literary hokey tokey

I put the chapter in,
I take the chapter out.
I put the chapter back in,
And shake it all about...


I swear, I am doing more and more of this the deeper I get into Dark One's Bride. Especially the 'shake it all about' part. The amount of times I've rearranged the silly outline, shuffling chapters about like nobody's business to make the week seem normal ... chock-full, but normal ... is it any wonder my muse took a break?

But she popped back for a few seconds yesterday whilst I lay about being ultra lazy and whispered a few ideas about a scene I thought I was done with. A scene I've chopped bits from to use in other chapters.

This is why I never get rid of anything I've written. Ever.

See, at first it was a rather risqué scene involving a private pool (of the indoor bathing variety) and the barest of modesties. Then, when I thought about it, it felt wrong. He was in character, to the letter. Whereas she just ... wasn't. Where did my confused little bunny go? You know, the one who's still slightly nervous and, being seventeen, dealing with teenage hormones.

Yet there are things they should discuss (questions he certainly wants to ask) and finding another time/place for that part of their conversation also feels wrong. So how to make it right? I haven't known for some time. I've ignored the dilemma since splitting the original sequel and rewriting. Fobbing off myself with excuses.

Enter my muse. Sashaying her way in and out like she's want to do.

Clearly, my Main Character's reaction is part of the problem here. Add it with moving the scene along some to a place where he doesn't come off as ... creepy, then I might have just saved myself some extra concern. Now if I could just find some peace to work it out.

Hmm. I admit, that may be a harder task...

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

#IWSG - Feeling Lazy ... and Liking It

Oh, look the first Wednesday of the month has come around again. And IWSG. Heh, I actually remembered in advance this time.
You can sign up, and check out the other entries, here.

Shout out to the co-hosts: Krista McLaughlin, Kim Van Sickler, Heather Gardner & Hart Johnson.


Recently, I've been feeling so very lazy.

I tell myself that I'm meant to be writing, but I find myself drawn more to just staring at a different screen ... the TV where I'm either playing games or watching movies. Brain-dead stuff, really. Fast-forward to me guiltily waking the next day, full of intention, only to start the cycle over.

Yeah. That totally helps get things done. -_-

I know I'm fluffing about. Part of me chafes at this unproductive attitude. I think I was pregnant and very ill the last few times I actually stopped writing or plotting. And it's not that I don't know where the stories are going. It's all still up in my head (and, man, is it crowded). I just can't be bothered to put most of it in words right now.
The being said, I do write a little bit, mostly rewrites on the last book from the Rogue King Saga ... but I can practically do that in my sleep (and when I look at some of the older pieces, I think I might have done so at one point, honestly, I ask myself what I was thinking on a daily basis there).

Worst still, the larger piece of me is revelling in this "up yours" attitude to writing. Maybe it's knowing the school break is coming up (two more days now) and my daughter will suck up all the writing time. Or perhaps it's having my sick fiancé bugging me for the past few days.

Ah, I'm down to giving myself excuses now.

Regardless, I feel more and more like letting my brain become a big sog. Zone out for a little while longer. Just enough to let my muse pick up all those toys she chucked. I think I might be overdue for a break anyway...

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Cover Reveal: Cursed by Fire

Title: Cursed by Fire
Series: Blood and Magic #1
Author: Danielle Annett
Designer: Mae I Design
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Release Date: January 201

Book Description:
It has been six years since the Awakening and peace in Spokane, Washington is still tenuous at best. The vampires and shifters are all vying for control of the city and the humans seem to be the ones suffering the consequences, or so it seems.

Aria Naveed has spent the last two years of her life fighting to make the many wrongs of the world right, but soon finds out that the humans aren’t as weak as they appear and may be a more terrifying foe than any of the other races combined.

When a stranger rolls into town with trouble on his heels, Aria finds herself trapped in the middle of a battle that could cost her more than she has bargained for as a fight for justice turns into an unexpected fight for her life.

Danielle Annett is a reader, writer, photographer, and the blogger behind Coffee and Characters. Born in the SF Bay area, she now resides in Spokane, WA, the primary location for her Blood & Magic series.
Addicted to coffee at an early age, she spends her restless nights putting pen to paper as she tries to get all of the stories out of her head before the dogs wake up the rest of the house and vye for her attention.

You can learn more about Danielle on her website at or follow on on facebook at and on twitter @Danielle_Annett

“Mike you and I both know that that isn’t going to happen so why don’t you just tell me what fur ball they’re going to saddle me with.” I said as I collected my stack of papers and organized them into a semi-neat pile.
Mike noisily cleared his voice, “Uh hey Ari…”
“God I hope that whoever it is that he isn’t a complete moron. If I’m going to be stuck with a pack partner, the least they can do is send me someone competent.” Mike noisily cleared his throat again.
“What?” I asked, looking up from my desk.
I was greeted by a tall man standing just inside the office, casually leaning against the doorframe. He had tousled brown hair and steely grey colored eyes. High cheekbones and a strong jaw formed his masculine face and a hint of stubble dusted his jaw line, not enough to appear unkempt but just enough to give a roguish impression. Dressed in black jeans, a black T, and a black leather jacket, he oozed tall, dark and handsome with deadly intent.
“That would be this fur ball right here.” He said, an arrogant grin lifting the corner of his mouth. I let my head fall to the surface of my desk, then for good measure I gently knocked my forehead on its smooth surface, one, two, three times. Dammit I couldn’t believe I had just called him a freaking fur ball! I could feel my cheeks warm in embarrassment and did my best to hide it.
“You all done with the show?” He asked as I lifted my head from the desk. I glared at him for good measure and then allowed my head to connect with the desk’s surface once more before sitting up. rubbing the slight sting away “Yea, I’m done.” I told him. Well, at least this wouldn’t be as bad as I had thought. James was the only shifter that I actually personally knew and was one of the few individuals I considered a friend. I met James about six months ago at a shifter bar downtown, though at the time I didn’t actually know that it was a shifter bar.
A group of coyotes had decided I was easy prey and were giving me a pretty hard time. James had intervened before things got out of hand which basically meant that he stopped me from wiping the floor with their coyote asses and burning the entire building to ash.  It was probably a good thing that he had stepped in but I remember being furious with him at the time, I had really wanted to give those bastards a piece of my mind and show them that I wasn’t just some naive little girl. That was back when I was still cocky over my abilities. Things had changed since then and the thought was sobering. Now being a pyrokinetic was something I had to hide and honestly, that just plain sucked.
“So, you’re my partner?”
James nodded, his face going serious, “Yea I’m you’re partner, ready to do something reckless?”
I smiled at that, James knew me all to well.
Grabbing my messenger bag I followed James out of the office, aware of Mike’s unapproving gaze on my every step.