Tuesday, 27 January 2015

This World Bites - Excerpt

Today ... today this blog is for none other than my dear CP, Loni Townsend and an excerpt of her novella, This World Bites, which definitely falls into my 5/5 category.
No ado ... let's get this excerpt started!


A crimson aura flared about her, and an icy chill radiated from her insubstantial location. A small puff of steam rose from my breath. “How unfortunate. Now, if you’ll excuse us…” I tried to step around her.
She blocked my path and flailed a hand in her counterpart’s direction. “Look at what she’s done to my hair. I used to visit the salon every other week, and she hasn’t stopped by even once since I left. And fashion sense? None. Absolutely zilch. I was a trendsetter. People looked to me for advice. Me! Do you think anyone has gone to her? No one—not even once. I was the fashion goddess and the first thing she did when I left was eat a priceless snakeskin purse. I had to wait in line for hours to buy that and she ate it! I had to wait weeks to get it back and by then, I didn’t want it.”
Fues prodded the silent woman with the butt of his spear and affected no response beyond a wheezing puff of putrid air. He shook his head and rumbled out a disappointed sigh. “No good. Meat spoiled. You no want to eat her.”
“Thanks,” I responded dryly. “I’ll be sure to send her back to the kitchen with a complaint.” If Fues consider her inedible, she probably wasn’t human. Clearly the other woman wasn’t either. And if they weren’t human, what were they?


It’s her first day on a new world and Cera’s already found trouble. Michael, her guardian, has been bitten by a zombie and will soon join the undead ranks.

Everyone tells her there’s no cure, but Cera isn’t one to be deterred. She’s willing to face off with zombie hordes, demon slavers, and black market informants if it means she’ll find a cure for Michael. But she’s not the only one hunting for something.

Something is hunting her.

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Loni Townsend
Wife. Mother. Writer. Ninja. Squirrel.

By day, she writes code. By predawn darkness, she writes fantasies. All other times, she writes in her head.

People call her peculiar with a twisted sense of fashion, but don't let those understatements fool you. Her behavior is perfectly normal for a squirrel disguised as a human. That's part of being a ninja—blending in.

She makes her home in Idaho with her sadistically clever—yet often thwarted—husband, two frighteningly brilliant children, and three sneaky little shibas.

Find her on her blog or social media.

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Friday, 16 January 2015

I typed a thing...

Odd, the stuff that blurts out on an evening. Even so, no point letting it sit about...

Thursday, 15 January 2015

Cover Overhaul: The Sequel

So, some of you may recall I've been wriggling deeper into dealing with the title on The Rogue King.

This is where I last left off...

My dear CP, Loni, suggested yellow for the title and a number of people on goodreads thought that I really should amp up the size of my name, which even thought it's not even my real name, I seem to be subconsciously keeping it understated.
But having spent most of my shopping day child-free, I returned home with some fresh ideas and a new angle.

This angle...
Can you tell I tried so many different techniques in between this piece and the previous one? It holds up well to be teeny-tiny, too.

I didn't think I'd spend the better part of an hour rearranging two words, moving a them that little bit this way and that. And I worry ... does it seem all squished because I've been staring at it for too long or because it is squished? Am I needlessly fussing or should I drop the title a smidge? Perhaps push the two words that tiny bit apart? Or maybe I need to come at it from yet another angle...

Ugh, it's at times like this that I wish my other half was a designer rather than an electrician. "It's your book cover" isn't much of an answer.


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Wednesday, 14 January 2015

Thunderclapping a 99c sale

In a month's time, on the 14th of February, I am dropping the price of The Rogue King to 99c for a limited time in celebration of my birthday. If you can spare a tweet or Facebook message that day, I hope you will consider adding your support to my thunderclap campaign and help me shout out this sale.

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Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Typography. It's a b-- Er ... doesn't come easy...

So ... it's my birthday next month. I'm turning the big 30. Not a major for me, but I'm planning to have The Rogue King on sale for the week leading up to that milestone. And I'll be giving out details of that in a few more days and I hope you will help spread the word.

Before then, I wanted to deal with an issue I've been trying to figure out: typography. I've been reading up on it and ... well ... I'm still flummoxed by it, but perhaps less so than I was to begin with. Marginally. I prefer clear ways on how I can fix an issue once I know it's there. This is a little trickier...

Let's start off with a picture of the cover when it first came out.
Not too bad at this size. But let's be honest here, it's hard to focus on the title for long. It's gone fuzzy. That can't be good.

Moving on.

I went through so many sites, looked up so many covers and fonts.
I ended my searching with this:
A little clearer, a little bigger. And my name doesn't blend into the background at this size. But, whilst the colour of my name seems to do okay, the title doesn't hold up well to being much smaller.

So we change the colour, yeah?

Now, I'm the first to admit I'm not good with colour coordination. My wardrobe mainly consists of black and ... more black (okay, there's navy and a few purples and reds, but mostly, it's black). You know what goes with black? Anything I damn well please.
So I looked up a few more things. Tried some darker colours first, but they clashed with his wing.

This is where I stand now.
The divider even got a matching overhaul. Was sort of distracting otherwise.

So... Got a suggestion of how I could improve it? Go for it!

Monday, 12 January 2015

Comparing Heights - making things that little bit easier

I recently came across something that you may or may not find useful. It is, in short, a simple program for comparing the height of two people. And it does it in both inches and centimetres.

It may not seem like much of a tool for a writer but if you're anything like me, then the world is mostly divided into the tall and the taller. Either way, it won't do any harm adding this one to your arsenal.

Friday, 2 January 2015

No Kiss Blogfest

Another New Year, another No Kiss Blogfest. I'm so excited that this new method of internet is reliable enough to let join in with the community again.

This blogfest is becoming something of a tradition for me. Last year, I went with a chapter from A Game of Cat and Horse, the year before that it was the pivot point of Dark One's Mistress.

This year, the piece comes from Dark One's Bride. It's a later chapter (and a sparsely-done one at that) that's just a little past halfway in the story.

I'm not going to go into massive explanations or anything, but I will say this: Clara was all set to marry Lucias (hence the title) but she called it off with only days to spare. And as for the scene itself ... they were engaged in a little swordplay just moments ago.


He pinned her to the ground. "Do you concede?"
She struggled. With the bulk of her skirts tucked beneath her, there was no chance she could throw him off. Clara sighed. Time to admit defeat. "You win." She peered through the tangled strands of her hair when his weight didn't move. "Did you not hear me? I concede."
Lucias brushed the hair from her face. She'd expected to find his mouth warped into that insufferable smirk he always got whenever he won. Its absence only added to the guilt bubbling in her stomach.
He leant close. "Clara." His breath danced along her throat, its warmth aiding in the pounding of her heart. "Tell me you don't want me." Each husky word slunk across her skin, more intimate than any touch. "Look me in the eye and say it. Make me believe you've no interest in staying at my side."
Clara parted her lips, drinking in his breath. Her body strained against him, no longer seeking a way to be free of his weight. This is wrong. She willed herself to lie still. It left her hollow, but to do otherwise was only feeding him false hope. "I—" She couldn't bring herself to speak whilst looking at his face. Her gaze dropped, fastening on his chest. The way it rose and fell in rapid bursts only served to warm her cheeks. "I don't want you," she finally mumbled.
The stark certainty behind the word drew her gaze back up. He dared to call her that? She glared at him. There was the smugness she'd expected earlier. "I am not."
His laughter shook both of them. "Lying about lying, now?"
She pushed herself off the ground until their foreheads touched. Their noses also pressed uncomfortably against each other, but she wasn't about the pull away right now. "I don't want you," she muttered, each word clipped.
Something dark shimmered in the back of his eyes as she spoke, flickering at her single falsely-uttered word. His lips twisted. They were so close to touching hers that her skin tingled. "And I don't believe you."
Of course you don't. If she couldn't believe it then what hope did she have of him being deceived by something as plain as an outright lie? The magic he'd inherited from his mother's family practically guaranteed she couldn't. "I really can't be what you want."
Heartache darkened his eyes and deepened the lines on his face. "Clara…" The back of his fingers caressed her cheek; soft and slow as if she were some half-tame alley cat. "Did you not hear me when I told you that you are everything I want?"


Yeah, nothing as stellar nor as steamy as the last two times. Sorry.

If you haven't already, be sure to drop by Amanda's blog for a list of the other participants and check out their scenes. I know I will be.