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The book

A Colbana Files Prequel

The events of this short story take place between A STROKE OF DUMB LUCK and BLADE SONG.  It can be read as a stand-alone.

For the first time in her life, Kit Colbana’s life was going just fine.  She had a nice, easy job.  She’d managed to escape the not-so-loving attentions of a family who’d rather see her dead than look at her.  She had a roof over her head and she didn’t have to fight for every little thing she had.

Then she finds herself tangled up with a green-eyed witch by the name of Justin.  He’s looking for somebody and for some bizarre reason, he seems to think she can help.  All she has to do is say no, and she can go back to her safe little existence.  That’s exactly what she needs to do and she knows it.

Too bad she’s not very good at following her own advice.

“So, who wants to talk and who wants to die?”

The voice coming from the alley behind TJ’s was cheerful, just a little too cheerful, considering the grim message in his words. It was a little scary, though, because that cheer was not false. Whoever he was, he was all too excited about the thought of making somebody talk, then bleed, then die.

In that order.

I could smell the blood in the air and it wasn’t shapeshifter blood. I knew that smell all too well, but that was just because I worked in a bar where blood was spilled. A lot. Shapeshifters liked to fight, after all, and those fights led to bloodshed. Lucky me, I got to clean it up.

Go inside. That was the voice of common sense.

I was done working. Nothing for me to do, really. I never did anything, other than work. Well, other than lock myself in my room and read. Or lock myself in the little gym TJ had let me set up and work out. I could do either one of those and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.

This one night, I’d felt an odd little pull, something that had tugged me out of the bar. Go back inside, I told myself.

Something sizzled in the air and I felt it dance across my skin.

Then there was a yell, followed by a grunt and a series of thuds.

It was getting really hard to pretend this wasn’t happening. If I went back inside and acted like I hadn’t noticed anything, I’d have a hard time facing myself in the morning.

My inability to mind my own business will be the death of me.  Here lies Kit Colbana, killed by her own curiosity. That will be my epitaph. Still, I couldn’t stay there, shifting from one foot to the other while I listened to somebody getting the hell beaten out of them.

Keeping to the shadows, I moved down the maze of twisting, narrow little paths and paused when I reached the junction up ahead. It was there. Just ahead and to the right. The smell of blood was stronger and I could hear somebody laughing. It was the man I’d heard earlier—

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that…”

His voice sounded thick now. Not quite so eager to make something talk, then bleed, then die.

Of course, he was the one talking, in a voice that was thick and wet. He was bleeding, too. I could see that when I peered around the corner. There he was, caught between two wolves—shapeshifters—while a third drew back a hand and slammed it into his gut.

He crumpled around the fist.

“Who are you working for?” A new voice now, somebody big and mean. He drove another fist into the man’s gut as he spoke. I raked him with a look, sized him up. A werewolf.

The entire tableau was surreal. There were three weres, the one doing the pummeling, while the other two held a brown-haired man immobile.

“One more time, you little fuck.” The were smashed a giant fist into the man’s face and I winced as blood splattered out in an arcing spray. “Who are you working for?”

There was no answer, just a nasal sort of groan.

The werewolf in front of him fisted a hand in the man’s hair and jerked his head up, leaning in to snarl at the man. He looked…human. I didn’t feel that weird kind of energy I sensed around all shifters, which meant if this kept up, he’d be dead.

Nervous, I glanced behind me. Could I get back to the bar and Goliath?

I didn’t know.

Sliding a hand inside my vest, I touched one of the silver knives.

“Come on, witch. You aren’t down here asking about night just because you want to.” The wolf reached up, caught the man’s face, started to squeeze.

Horrified, I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. I couldn’t look away as I watched those fingers dig in. I knew how strong shifters were. They could crush bone, stone, metal.

The man groaned hoarsely.

Shit. I can’t watch this. I had to do something—had to help.

Abruptly, it was like the fight drained out of him.

“There. That’s what I thought.” The wolf backed up and now, all I could see was his back. “Give me the name, boy. You don’t want me telling TJ you been running around behind her back and fucking her over, do you? Selling drugs to kids, skimming her profits?”

What?

“Did you hear that?” One of the other wolves looked up, eyes narrowing.

Oh. Shit.

I’d bumped something on the ground. It wouldn’t have been loud enough for anybody human to hear.

But we weren’t dealing with humans. The NH—non-human—population had sharper senses and I had all but shouted my presence.

“Sounds like…”

I gripped the knife and shot a look once more toward TJ’s. If I ran, they’d catch me. If I called for Goliath, he’d hear me, but probably not in time.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

I should have gone to my room and finished my damn book.

A shadow stretched out along the ground in front of me—so close.

Instinct moved me and I lunged out, threw the knife.

I hadn’t taken out a target since the night in the sewers, but I never once doubted my aim.

I am aneira

The words echoed in the back of my mind. I’d heard them, so often, in the years before I’d run away. Time seemed to slow.

My aim is true.

And it was. The blade flew, straight and true and so very fast. So fast the shifter didn’t even have time to avoid it. The silver buried itself in the shifter’s heart. Without waiting to see what happened, I lunged at him and as he hit the ground, I wrenched the knife around, twisting it. The scent of smoke filled the air. I didn’t waste another second. I came up and dove forward in a somersault. I landed in a crouch as I faced the other two shapeshifters.

The man pinned to the wall looked at me with greener than green eyes. To my surprise, he grinned. “It’s about fucking time.”

* * * *

Side note…in things that annoy me…an opening to a book can be either a nuisance, trying to figure out the perfect hook, or a thing of beauty, because it’s so damn perfect.

When I sat down to write this, I immediately knew how I wanted to do it, because I could hear Justin’s mocking, smart-ass voice in the back of my head…saying that line.

I thought it was sheer brilliance.

And now I want to stop reading books, forever…ugh.  Because while I reading over the weekend, actually, glomming…I’ve been on a Jeaniene Frost kick again, that line was painfully similar to one Jeaniene Frost’s Vlad had said in one of the Cat & Bones books.  Who wants to talk and who wants to burn to death…

The book was written several years ago, and nooooo… I wasn’t piecing through it trying to find clever lines.  🙁  dear jeanine, i love that line from vlad and now my line doesn’t sound so brilliant…

I realize it’s possible that things like this can (and well, it did) happen, but sometimes I wish I could dump all things I’ve read into one giant system and compare it to all the stuff I’m writing so I can keep stuff like this from happening.  I figure that will happen about the same time I get that ‘brain to screen’ program I’ve been hankering for.

Anyway… the story is out, it’s up almost everywhere, just waiting for it to hit BN, which hopefully will be soon.

Stuff… and Books… Kit short…and…DABWAHA!!!!

The stuff part of that post…I broke my website.  So I might need to Shiloh Walker posts here for the next few days.  My web people must hate me. I leave for Scotland on Wednesday.

The books…I’m almost done with another Grimm book. It’s Finn’s story. He’s the firestarter I started bringing into books a few books back.  I dunno when.  A word of warning…well, a few of them.  I started bawling near the end.  That’s bad.  I don’t cry with my books much.  I did with IF YOU KNOW HER, near the very end…if you’ve read, you’ll know why.  And I did in NIGHT BLADE.  And if you’ve ever read the Kit books…YOU’LL KNOW WHY.

So if I’m bawling in a the Grimm books, you probably realize something awful and sniffle-worthy happened.

Now.. the Kit novella… it’s not a short story.  It’s more a novella.  Short stories are generally well under 20k, and this one is over.  So, hey… it’s 20% of a book.  I’m done, it’s coming out…like today or tomorrow, and it’s priced at $0.99.

If it sells well, I’ll consider doing a few more of these in the future.  I have a few more ideas, but whether or not I pursue them depends on how well this goes.  FYI, guys, please keep in mind.. novellas are ideas intended for shorter stories…not full length novellas.  That’s why they are short.  Also, they are cheaper–that’s cool for you all, right? 😉

Watch this space for links and stuff, but for now, you can preorder or buy already at…

 

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(BN is coming…soon, I hope)

The book

A Colbana Files Prequel

The events of this short story take place between A STROKE OF DUMB LUCK and BLADE SONG.  It can be read as a stand-alone.

For the first time in her life, Kit Colbana’s life was going just fine.  She had a nice, easy job.  She’d managed to escape the not-so-loving attentions of a family who’d rather see her dead than look at her.  She had a roof over her head and she didn’t have to fight for every little thing she had.

Then she finds herself tangled up with a green-eyed witch by the name of Justin.  He’s looking for somebody and for some bizarre reason, he seems to think she can help.  All she has to do is say no, and she can go back to her safe little existence.  That’s exactly what she needs to do and she knows it.

Too bad she’s not very good at following her own advice.

Now… onto the DABWAHA!!!

The bitchery award of awesome books.  Or…um, something like that.  It’s confusing.  But Zach and Abby made it into the DABWAHA. And it’s time to make your brackets.  You should do your brackets because if you do your brackets, you can win prizes. Even if your brackets suck.  Also, it’s fun.  And if you do your brackets, you’ll be able to understand what I mean when I nag for votes next week. I’m going to be handicapped, seriously…being in Scotland and all and not being able to beg the way others can, with the timezone and not being able to access wifi, so all the help you all can give me.

I’m willing to … write hot and sexy love scene for Zach & Abbys’s wedding night if they advance.  I can maybe write a scene from an unrelated book, if they advance…or post a scene from Wrecked 2, if they advance.  You all can pick and majority rules.  If they advance.

See?  I’m flexible.

Go here. Pick your brackets. And next week?  PICK ME…and Zach.

Bladed Magic

Releasing next week.. it’s up for pre-order on iBooks but I’ll be adding it to Smashwords, Amazon and BN over the weekend so please watch for it there.

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A Colbana Files Prequel

The events of this short story take place between A STROKE OF DUMB LUCK and BLADE SONG. It can be read as a stand-alone.

For the first time in her life, Kit Colbana’s life was going just fine. She had a nice, easy job. She’d managed to escape the not-so-loving attentions of a family who’d rather see her dead than look at her. She had a roof over her head and she didn’t have to fight for every little thing she had.

Then she finds herself tangled up with a green-eyed witch by the name of Justin. He’s looking for somebody and for some bizarre reason, he seems to think she can help. All she has to do is say no, and she can go back to her safe little existence. That’s exactly what she needs to do and she knows it.

Too bad she’s not very good at following her own advice.

“So, who wants to talk and who wants to die?”

The voice coming from the alley behind TJ’s was cheerful, just a little too cheerful, considering the grim message in his words. It was a little scary, though, because that cheer was not false. Whoever he was, he was all too excited about the thought of making somebody talk, then bleed, then die.

In that order.

I could smell the blood in the air and it wasn’t shapeshifter blood. I knew that smell all too well, but that was just because I worked in a bar where blood was spilled. A lot. Shapeshifters liked to fight, after all, and those fights led to bloodshed. Lucky me, I got to clean it up.

Go inside. That was the voice of common sense.

I was done working. Nothing for me to do, really. I never did anything, other than work. Well, other than lock myself in my room and read. Or lock myself in the little gym TJ had let me set up and work out. I could do either one of those and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.

This one night, I’d felt an odd little pull, something that had tugged me out of the bar. Go back inside, I told myself.

Something sizzled in the air and I felt it dance across my skin.

Then there was a yell, followed by a grunt and a series of thuds.

It was getting really hard to pretend this wasn’t happening. If I went back inside and acted like I hadn’t noticed anything, I’d have a hard time facing myself in the morning.

My inability to mind my own business will be the death of me.  Here lies Kit Colbana, killed by her own curiosity. That will be my epitaph. Still, I couldn’t stay there, shifting from one foot to the other while I listened to somebody getting the hell beaten out of them.

Keeping to the shadows, I moved down the maze of twisting, narrow little paths and paused when I reached the junction up ahead. It was there. Just ahead and to the right. The smell of blood was stronger and I could hear somebody laughing. It was the man I’d heard earlier—

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that…”

His voice sounded thick now. Not quite so eager to make something talk, then bleed, then die.

Of course, he was the one talking, in a voice that was thick and wet. He was bleeding, too. I could see that when I peered around the corner. There he was, caught between two wolves—shapeshifters—while a third drew back a hand and slammed it into his gut.

He crumpled around the fist.

“Who are you working for?” A new voice now, somebody big and mean. He drove another fist into the man’s gut as he spoke. I raked him with a look, sized him up. A werewolf.

The entire tableau was surreal. There were three weres, the one doing the pummeling, while the other two held a brown-haired man immobile.

“One more time, you little fuck.” The were smashed a giant fist into the man’s face and I winced as blood splattered out in an arcing spray. “Who are you working for?”

There was no answer, just a nasal sort of groan.

The werewolf in front of him fisted a hand in the man’s hair and jerked his head up, leaning in to snarl at the man. He looked…human. I didn’t feel that weird kind of energy I sensed around all shifters, which meant if this kept up, he’d be dead.

Nervous, I glanced behind me. Could I get back to the bar and Goliath?

I didn’t know.

Sliding a hand inside my vest, I touched one of the silver knives.

“Come on, witch. You aren’t down here asking about night just because you want to.” The wolf reached up, caught the man’s face, started to squeeze.

Horrified, I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. I couldn’t look away as I watched those fingers dig in. I knew how strong shifters were. They could crush bone, stone, metal.

The man groaned hoarsely.

Shit. I can’t watch this. I had to do something—had to help.

Abruptly, it was like the fight drained out of him.

“There. That’s what I thought.” The wolf backed up and now, all I could see was his back. “Give me the name, boy. You don’t want me telling TJ you been running around behind her back and fucking her over, do you? Selling drugs to kids, skimming her profits?”

What?

“Did you hear that?” One of the other wolves looked up, eyes narrowing.

Oh. Shit.

I’d bumped something on the ground. It wouldn’t have been loud enough for anybody human to hear.

But we weren’t dealing with humans. The NH—non-human—population had sharper senses and I had all but shouted my presence.

“Sounds like…”

I gripped the knife and shot a look once more toward TJ’s. If I ran, they’d catch me. If I called for Goliath, he’d hear me, but probably not in time.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

I should have gone to my room and finished my damn book.

A shadow stretched out along the ground in front of me—so close.

Instinct moved me and I lunged out, threw the knife.

I hadn’t taken out a target since the night in the sewers, but I never once doubted my aim.

I am aneira

The words echoed in the back of my mind. I’d heard them, so often, in the years before I’d run away. Time seemed to slow.

My aim is true.

And it was. The blade flew, straight and true and so very fast. So fast the shifter didn’t even have time to avoid it. The silver buried itself in the shifter’s heart. Without waiting to see what happened, I lunged at him and as he hit the ground, I wrenched the knife around, twisting it. The scent of smoke filled the air. I didn’t waste another second. I came up and dove forward in a somersault. I landed in a crouch as I faced the other two shapeshifters.

The man pinned to the wall looked at me with greener than green eyes. To my surprise, he grinned. “It’s about fucking time.”

My jaw fell open and then there was no time for anything else. The other shifter lunged for me and I fumbled with my knife.

Teeth closed around my arm but I still got it up, shoving it into his gut. He howled as silver met skin. I swallowed down a scream, struggling to think past the pain. I knew how to do that—those lessons had been drilled into me back before I even understood what pain really was. Whipping my blade out, I drove it in, then jerked up while he continued to gnaw at me like a dog with a bone. And I felt like a bone—a broken one as his jaws managed to clamp down until the bones in my forearm shattered.

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A Colbana Files Prequel

The events of this short story take place between A STROKE OF DUMB LUCK and BLADE SONG.  It can be read as a stand-alone.

For the first time in her life, Kit Colbana’s life was going just fine.  She had a nice, easy job.  She’d managed to escape the not-so-loving attentions of a family who’d rather see her dead than look at her.  She had a roof over her head and she didn’t have to fight for every little thing she had.

Then she finds herself tangled up with a green-eyed witch by the name of Justin.  He’s looking for somebody and for some bizarre reason, he seems to think she can help.  All she has to do is say no, and she can go back to her safe little existence.  That’s exactly what she needs to do and she knows it.

Too bad she’s not very good at following her own advice.

Damon’s Valentine

Word of warning… technically, this piece is out of time.  If I followed the story’s timeline, we’d be roughly in April.  But, well, just work with it.  I wanted him to give her a Valentine.  It sounded fun.

Also, this is just for fun–I wrote it in about fifteen minutes and read it through, but I didn’t send it to beta readers or anything so there probably are typos.  That’s fine. Pretty please, don’t feel the need to point them out.  Again, this was just for fun.

~*~

Damon’s Valentine- Damon POV

“What are these?”

I looked at the flowers, feeling more than a little stupid as Kit stared at them.  Her pretty green eyes were confused.  Scowling, I shoved them into her hands.  “They’re called flowers.”

“I know that.”  She stroked a finger down the petal of one, her frown fading away.  But she didn’t smile.

I’d wanted to see her smile.

She didn’t do it enough.  Not anymore.  Not since—

Rage was a living, breathing thing in me and I had to wrap a stranglehold around it, shove into a box and smash it down.  Don’t.  If you go there, she’s gonna see.  Calm the fuck down.  “I had to go into Orlando.  There were all these cards and shit.  It’s Valentine’s Day.  I just thought…”

Now she looked up, her gaze meeting mine.

“Valentine’s Day.”  Now she smiled, but it was a weird one.  She took a step toward me.  My heart started to beat faster.  My dick twitched—it’s like a reflex.  Sometimes she just looks at me and it happens.  “You ever hear any of the real history behind it?”

“No.”  I didn’t care.  She’d smiled.  Even if it was over something weird, she’d smiled.  Lifting my hand, I rested it on the curve of her neck.  I felt the ridges hidden under the ink—poisoned flowers, a broken blade.  Stroking my thumb along the hollow of her throat, I waited.  Her faint smile widened into a dark, slightly twisted grin and I wanted to cover that wide, wicked mouth.  Taste her. Strip her.

“Valentine was some kind of priest.”

That had the fantasy I’d been spinning stalling—it didn’t fade.  It just slowed down.  “Valentine—he was a real guy?”

“Yeah.  It’s human stuff so I don’t know much about him, but they threw him in jail.  He was performing marriages or something, if I remember right.  Then they killed him.”  She lowered her head, studied the flowers.  “Trust humans to make up some sort weird holiday over a guy being jailed, then killed.”

She’d gone still, in that way she did when she started to remember.  Fuck.  I’d gone and reminded her.  Not that she needed a reminder.  She lived it.  Bore the scars.  Slowly, I reached down and took the roses.  “Maybe it’s not over him being jailed…but why.  It was for love.  He believed in it, right?”

As I put the flowers down, she looked up at me.  “Wow, Damon.  That’s almost…romantic.  Here you are, giving me flowers, spouting romantic thoughts.”

I tugged her against me.  The feel of her did bad, bad things.  Thought wanted to stop.  I wanted her naked.  Wanted bare skin under my hands.  Wanted her wet and hot as I fucked her.

I cupped her face.  “Maybe I just want you in a good mood.”  I pressed my mouth to hers.  “I probably want something.”

“What?” she asked, her voice wry, although it was going husky. “Let me guess…it involves me naked.”

“I pretty much always want you naked, baby girl.”  I brushed my mouth over hers, felt a growl building in me as she shuddered.

“Maybe we can arrange that.”  She slid her hands down my chest.  My cock jerked like she’d reached inside my pants instead.  She tipped her head, smiling at me once more. “I feel bad.  You bought me a present. I don’t have anything for you.”

“Get naked. That will work.”  I wasn’t about to tell her that all I needed was to see her smile.  Especially not when she was already reaching for the hem of her shirt.   Yeah, I wanted to see her smile…but smiling and naked was even better.

 

Signing this weekend

Hilton Daytona Beach Oceanfront Resort
100 North Atlantic Avenue
Daytona Beach, FL 32118
Ph: 386-254-8200
Fri-Sun
From Coastal Magic’s site…

Saturday, Feb 8th

5pm – 7pm

Our 2014 Charity Author Signing will be benefitting Habitat for Humanity. The participating authors are listed below, they include all Featured Authors, and a few authors who will only be at the signing.

You can let us know you’re coming, and share the information with your friends, by checking out the signing’s FB event page!

The signing is a FREE activity, and is open to the public. Even if you’re unable to attend the weekend long convention, we welcome you to come meet the participating authors. Books will be available to purchase at the signing, and a portion of the proceeds will go to our charity partner. Please limit books brought from home to be signed to 3 total. Thank you.

Signing this weekend in Daytona Florida

Hilton Daytona Beach Oceanfront Resort
100 North Atlantic Avenue
Daytona Beach, FL 32118
Ph: 386-254-8200
Fri-Sun
From Coastal Magic’s site…

Saturday, Feb 8th

5pm – 7pm

Our 2014 Charity Author Signing will be benefitting Habitat for Humanity. The participating authors are listed below, they include all Featured Authors, and a few authors who will only be at the signing.

You can let us know you’re coming, and share the information with your friends, by checking out the signing’s FB event page!

The signing is a FREE activity, and is open to the public. Even if you’re unable to attend the weekend long convention, we welcome you to come meet the participating authors. Books will be available to purchase at the signing, and a portion of the proceeds will go to our charity partner. Please limit books brought from home to be signed to 3 total. Thank you.

Book tour and Broken Blade Qs

Cross-posting with my Shiloh blog… 🙂

 

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Giving away a clouded leopard (and an ‘adopted’ one)…from WWF.  Basically, the funds help to go protect animals like the big cats and their habitats.  It’s a symbolic adoption, just keep in mind. 😉  There’ also a cuff bracelet that makes me think of Kit. If you want to enter for a chance to win, join in on the blog tour.  Full list here

So far, I’ve hit

Fab Fantasy Fiction 1/6/2014 Interview
Queen of All She Reads 1/7/2014 Spotlight
LITERAL ADDICTION 1/8/2014 Spotlight

Some Qs on Broken Blade, from email, FB, etc

When is the next one/is this the last one?

No, it’s the not the last one.  Book 4 has been fighting me and I wasn’t able to figure out an excerpt to put in the back because I didn’t know if it would change or not.  The title will either be Forged Blade or Edged Blade.

It will probably be out in 2015.

 

Why so long? You only write one book a year?

If I don’t want the quality to suffer, that’s the quickest I can put them out. I actually write several books a year ~ under my main name ~ and the majority of them are contracted works, meaning I’ve already signed contracts and they have deadlines.  As the Colbana books are still a side project, they are done when I’m able to work on them.  I don’t want to rush them and the stories suffer for it, nor am I going to neglect my family to try to put them out more often. There are only so many hours in a day that I can work.  I hope you understand.

 

I’d love to have these in audio!

Trust me, so would I.  But that isn’t up to me.  Self-pubbed stuff doesn’t often get picked up.

 

Is it coming out in print?

Yes, and it’s totally my fault it hasn’t been released already.  Sadly, my laptop starting acting up a few weeks ago and I was holding it together until the end of the year.

I did start working on getting the manuscript loaded on Createspace and left it just in a draft status of sorts.  Using the platform on Createspace requires waiting until you’re ready to release the book.  It looks like there’s another option that’s recently been made available for preorders of sorts, but it looks like a hoop-jumping experience to say the least plus I have to either connect a couple of accounts or open a new account somewhere.  It’s not simple, I can tell that much.

Anyway, my tech issues (ie: laptop really messing up and my new one being a peice of crap that I had to return) all happened the same time I was trying to get it loaded so it would be ready to release this week. Needless to say, it didn’t happen.

The good news is I have everything loaded, the proof part is done (for the most part) so it shouldn’t be long before it’s ready to order.

I’m really sorry it’s taking this long. I know it’s frustrating, but it shouldn’t be too much longer.

 Are you done tormenting Kit?

FYI…I don’t mention anything specific, but I do go into some vague detail here.  Just be warned.  I’m addressing this because the Q has come at me several times.

I didn’t set out to torment Kit. I write her the way she came to me in my head…and despite what people may think, the events in Night Blade threw me for a loop as well. I’m not somebody who sits out and plots books out by the chapter and I see a rough destination, and with these, I see a rough series arc.

I knew there would be a confrontation between Kit and the bastard in book 2.  I didn’t see it happening like that.  I spent the last few chapters in tears.  I’m the narrator of these books and I’m just telling Kit’s story…as I see it playing out in my my head.

Kit is messed up, though, even aside from what happened in book 2.  She sees all of her worth in her sword.  That’s not who–or what–she is, but she wasn’t going to realize that until she was forced to.  No, that doesn’t mean I wrote book 2 so I could kick her while she was down.  Shitty things happen even in fiction.  Kit’s probably my favorite of all my characters and what I’d like is to see her happy. She’s going to get that way, but she needs to figure out all the cracks she has inside, which she finally started to see in book 3.  Until you see where the cracks are, you can’t fix them. That’s where she’s at now.

Plus, I don’t believe in insta-fix.  That doesn’t happen in real life. She went through a nightmare in book 2 and if she went tra-la-la back into life?  That would be BS.

Night Blade Broken Blade were probably the roughest, as far as what happens to her.  At least I hope.

 

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I’ve only read your J.C. books…I can’t wait to try your Shiloh books.

Okay, so this isn’t a question I get so much as a comment I keep getting, and I do wanna warn people…well, first, thank you for the compliment, I appreciate it… 😉  But keep in mind, Shiloh and J.C. don’t write exactly the same sort of books.  If you like romance, paranormal romance, erotic romance, then we’re all good…that’s what Shiloh writes.  A lot of my earlier ones are very heavy on the erotic.

I think I covered most of the ones that I’ve gotten…I think. O.o

 

Thanks for all the lovely comments and the interest and the emails.  You all rock.

Want a copy of Broken Blade

As promised, I’m going to give away an ARC of Broken Blade.  Maybe more than one.  Depends on how much interest there is.  If there are a lot of comments entries, I’ll give away more than one. 🙂

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FYI, in order to follow this story, you really do need to read the other books in the series.  The book’s plot will work on it’s own, but to really get what Kit is struggling with, you need to know what happened in Night Blade.  It’s on sale for $1.99 through the end of the year.

To enter to win the ARC, just enter via the widget.  My comments are messed up and I dunno know why. Contest closes midnight 12/29. leave a comment below.  I’ll leave this thread open for a few days and then draw the winners.  FYI, you have to check back to see if you’ve won.  For other rules, see the disclaimer. No reviews are necessary, but of course, if you feel so inclined, they would be appreciated. 🙂

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I’ll post the winners names probably on/around Tuesday.