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The Convention Circuit

15 Jul

Guys, I’ve been approved for a booth at my first convention of choice!

Visit my info table at AgamaCon 2017, March 3-5, in Aiken, South Carolina to view pre-release copies of my novels, Humans In My House and Acephalous, and chat with me about the writing process (yours or mine!).

I’m hoping to also get tables at Katsucon (should know by the end of August), Florence Comicon, Dragon Con 2017, IchibanCon 8, and XCON 10. I’m waiting for the latter to open applications. My lofty future goals include CatCon LA and Sac-ComiCon, but California is a long way to travel pre-publication.

Regardless, I look forward to traveling and to schmoozing with all of you. If you see me at a convention, stop by and say hi!

 

Novel Sneak Peek #7–Chapter 24 Excerpt

25 Sep

This is the last peek you guys are getting. It’s not very long, it doesn’t give a lot away, but that’s the whole point! I can’t give you guys the end of the book now can I? But don’t worry! I’m going to start Acephalous 2 for NaNoWriMo. The end of a book is never really the end of the story.

For now, enjoy your last look at novel #1–chapter 24.

Ten minutes later, Lilly burst through Breena’s bedroom door.

“Shit, Breena!”

No response.

“Breena? Breena!” Lilly was shouting directly into Breena’s face, but still, there was no response.

Lilly tried to scoop Breena up in her arms to move her, but she couldn’t stand up with her. Then, she tried to roll the dead weight into her lap to pick her up from a little higher up. Lilly dropped Breena’s legs when she was almost in a standing position, so she flopped Breena’s top half onto the bed. Health class training made Lilly quite aware that she was doing all of the wrong things with her friend, but she knew that Breena was tough and that her friend would want her to try. Luckily, all of the jostling roused Breena.

“Breena, thank the sweet Lord.”

“Nnngh.”

“What can I do for you? What happened?”

“Get Jordan,” Breena muttered feebly.

Lilly fumbled for her phone. “What do I tell him?”
     “Have to get gone. Atlas.”

Lilly didn’t need any other information. The mention of Atlas was scary enough. She dialed Jordan, and told him to come pick them up at Breena’s house right away. Discussion of where they would go could happen later.

As Lilly argued urgently over the phone with Jordan about why Breena didn’t call him first, Breena tried to get a read on her storm. Her time unconscious left it vulnerable for control by anyone else with the ability. She wanted to break it up before Atlas could grab it for himself. Wading through the vibrations of the world made her nauseous. Her limbs hurt, and her heart hurt. She couldn’t get a complete hold on her hurricane because the energy would flow through one part of her arm and get stuck in her shoulder. The strength flowing through her feet and up her legs seemed to leak out of her hips. It was like she was cracked apart inside, the channels of energy in her body fragmented.

“Bree? Let’s go.” Breena had faded into unconsciousness again, or was it sleep? Jordan and Lilly were shaking her gently. Next thing she knew, their arms were under her shoulders. They were walking out of the front door. They were in the car on the way to the park she still didn’t know the name of.

 

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Novel Sneak Peek #6–Chapter 19 Excerpt

17 Sep

It’s been a busy week already! I am fully ready to acknowledge that I have been a MAJOR slacker on the self-editing tips this month. Not to worry, though, the efforts have been placed elsewhere. Acephalous is truly finished. I just ordered the reprint yesterday so I can give it one more just-in-case read through before publishing. That means you’ll only be getting one more sneak peek after this. Don’t want to give too much away about the ending 🙂 I’ve also been busy preparing materials for the James River Writers Conference in October (are you going?), editing for a client, and getting a head start on school reading (classes start Monday). So, basically, breaking a sweat without leaving my desk. Enough about me. HOW ARE YOU? Tell me what you’ve got going on at your desk in the comments below.

In the meantime, here’s a peek at chapter 19.

In her room, Breena stripped out of her clothes, put on her baggiest t-shirt, and climbed into bed. She hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on, so there was no need to turn them out, but she did pull the light-blocking shade down over her window. In the drawer of her nightstand lay her iPod. Breena checked the battery—it was fully charged—so she popped in the earbuds and put the playlist on shuffle. Last step in her preparation for an epic nap was pulling the covers up to her neck, rolling onto her belly, and tucking the blankets under her sides, feet, and shoulders to cocoon herself. She was ready to find Atlas.

     It took Breena thirty minutes to fall asleep, but once she was out, getting to the clearing was a quick trip. Atlas was clearly not in the opening, so she checked the few trees he made a habit of sitting under. She wasn’t certain how she knew which his favorites were; it was almost as if she could feel the vibrations of his energy left over in those spots. Maybe he’s not here.

 A strong sensation of desire and belonging pulled her toward the chapel, which had been recreated. In addition to its original state, there was a plaque in front, now. Breena moved to read the inscription, “Rebuilt for My Love, NEVER to be destroyed again.” How touching. Remaining animosity toward Atlas rose up her spine.

It occurred to Breena that she had never been inside the chapel, despite the number of times she had seen it in her dreams and visited it here. The white doors were not locked, but it took a lot of effort to pull the solid wooden masses open. Once she got the doors wide, they stayed open as if the doors themselves agreed that the tiny church needed airing out.

The wooden floor boards creaked as Breena walked between the two columns of pews. At the very front of the chapel, the stained glass window was even larger than she had dreamed so long ago. She sat on the floor and stared up at it.

What am I even doing here? I need a plan. As Breena thought about the purpose of her journey, a dove flew in and landed on the back of the first pew. It cocked its head to the left and to the right, and Breena expected it to fly back out of the chapel. It stayed.

“Well at least I’m not talking to myself, now, right?” she chuckled. Talking to a bird didn’t make her feel any better about herself, but there was added clarity to her thoughts knowing that another cognitive creature could hear her. “I miss him,” was her first admission to the bird.

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Novel Sneak Peek #5– Ch. 21 Excerpt

11 Sep

I’m nearly done with the editing process, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. Here’s one of the final sneak peeks you’ll be getting! Enjoy.

A week later, Breena was released from the hospital with no restrictions on her activity. All of her tests were consistently normal, and the doctor was pleased to see she hadn’t fallen back into a deep sleep. Jordan picked Breena up at 7:00 for a surprise dinner and movie. Breena hadn’t woken up in time for Valentine’s Day, so he was treating her to a belated one on the last Saturday of February.

While she was primping, if the one stroke of a brush and hole-less jeans she was rocking instead of her usual garb could be considered primping, Ari knocked on her bedroom door. She let him in after slipping a shirt over her head. As was his annoying custom, he made himself right at home on her bed.

“Guess what, Bree!”

Breena never liked when his sentences started like this; it usually meant stupidity was to follow.

He took her silence as an inquiry and continued, “I got a date with Linda. Finally sealed the deal.”

This got Breena’s attention and she whipped her head around to look at her brother. “You did what?”

“Yeah, I guess all that time in the hospital room, again, really got under her skin. I’m infectious like that. Fitting for the setting we were in, really.”

“Ari, you can’t go out with her.”

“I’m going to.”

“No, Ari. What do you think she wants with you? If it took so much convincing, do you think she’s really into you? And what would a twenty-three year old want with a sixteen year old anyway? Nothing good.”

Ari butted in, “Oh, you think she wants that from me? Sweet.”

“No, Ari, that is not what I meant. Grown adults don’t go out with teenagers unless they want a pet, someone to use. I know, I know how you’re about to take that. She’s not using you for that. Just stay away from her.”

“Shit, Bree, I thought you’d actually approve of this one. She’s your friend.” Ari paused. “Oh. That’s it, isn’t it? She’s your friend so you don’t want me to have her?”

“That’s not it at all!”

“Yeah right. Well, I don’t care what it is. I’m going out with her.” Ari was out of Breena’s room before Breena could think of anything more convincing to say to him.

It’s not like I can go telling him the real reason he can’t see her. He will be in more danger knowing everything than he will be just going on a date with her.

With Breena’s mood slightly soured before her date, she was even more annoyed with Jordan’s overprotective actions upon leaving her house. Since there was snow on the front steps of Breena’s home, and on everything else for that matter, Jordan was still treating Breena like she was in the hospital. He held her hand as she descended the three snowy steps, then handed her a bouquet of grocery store roses. They kissed and walked to the car.

“Jordan, thank you for all this.”

“Of course. Only the best for you.”

“But I haven’t given you the best of me.” Tears welled up in Breena’s eyes. “I haven’t treated you well at all. You deserve so much better.”

“Don’t do this tonight, Bree. I’ve told you, your past and your mistakes are your business. Plus, Atlas is a manipulator. I don’t blame you for what happened. I just want to help you.”

“Can we go back to your house after the movie? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.”

“Sure. I don’t sleep well anymore either.”

The movie was a dud, so the couple left forty-five minutes in. Driving back to the house was an adventure through snow drifts, across black ice, and under trees hanging heavy with icicles. Breena took in the scenery; her mind wandered. She was thankful to be back with a guy that treated her so kindly. She was surprised that Atlas hadn’t come to look for her. She hadn’t seen him in town or in her sleep, not that Breena missed him.

 

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Novel Sneak Peek #4- Chapter 11 excerpt

4 Sep

Back home, Breena rested on her mother’s orders. It was insufferable. Lexa had Ari waiting on Breena even though she insisted she was fine. Her mom and brother meant well, but Ari’s non-stop gushing over Linda made Breena lie about her well-being more convincingly so she could hurry up and resume normal life. Apparently, Breena’s friend from London had made quite the impression on Ari during the time they were cramped together in the hospital room. So, while Breena lie in bed, miserable from her physical and emotional traumas, she had to hear her sixteen year old brother fawn over a woman seven years older and not in the least bit interested. I’ll have to tell someone about what happened in London…if not for my sanity, then for my safety. It’s like he’s still watching me. All those lies… I bet he could kill me if he wanted to. No, if he can kill then no one else can know or he’ll kill them, too. No, I have to tell. Oh, but what’s another secret floating around in here? She mentally tapped her temple. A secret never killed anyone. No, only secret murderers kill people. That’s it. I have to tell.

“…and then I could drive up lookin’ all fly. You think she’ll go for it?” Ari said.

Breena knew he was talking during her mental argument, but wasn’t able to make herself care. She shook her head no. Whatever Ari had asked, Linda wouldn’t be interested. 

 

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Hello, Again! I’m back with a sneak peek.

3 Sep

I’ve been a slacker!

And guess what: I’m going to keep being a slacker for a few more days. I’m taking a mental vacation before my crazy school semester starts at the end of the month. In reality, I’ve done just as much writing over summer break for this site as I would for any school semester. It’s been a productive summer, but not one conducive to resting the mind.

For today, I’m simply going to post a sneak peek from Acephalous–Ch. 5. 

Huh, it’s unusual to see a line here, she thought when she arrived at the café. She sat at her usual table near the window until the line dwindled down to two people and then went to order her tea. The bell on the door jingled as some more customers came in but she didn’t care to look at them. For all her paranoia, she was starting to feel like she should avoid everyone at all costs instead of practice her usual hyper-vigilance. She thought again about the photo. I have great friends. They know when I need to relax. I shouldn’t have been so harsh on Jordan…

The new customers stood behind her in line. When Breena got back to her table she found that a gentleman in his forties had taken it.

“Excuse me, sir. My things are here,” Breena pointed out.

“There’s no saving seats when it’s this busy. Sorry.” The man was clearly not sorry.

Breena huffed and said, “Well at least let me get my stuff. How would you have known if I was saving my seat or if I was just in the bathroom, anyway? Rude.”

The two girls that had been in line behind Breena waved her over from a table across the room. Breena pointed to herself asking, “Me?” and they nodded and motioned come hither. She grabbed her pile of sketch book, pencils, and purse off the rude man’s table and made her way to the girls. Breena felt like she deserved award money for the restraint she exercised in not sticking her tongue out at the man as she made away with her things.

“Some people can be such jerks, can’t they?” the blonde girl said as Breena neared. She held out her hand and said, “Hi, I’m Linda.”

Breena looked around for a place to set her things so she could shake Linda’s hand. The girls scooted their coffees and laptops to the side and Breena dropped her pile of stuff onto the table. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m Breena. Do you know that guy?” she asked gesturing back toward him.

The brunette replied, “No, we don’t know him, but he’s a regular here.”

“Yeah, a regular horse’s rear,” added Linda.

The brunette held out her hand. “I’m Tabitha and you are more than welcome to sit with us. You seem interesting enough and you’ve got to be nicer than him.”

“Thank you so much, ladies. It really is nice of you to share your table. I promise I won’t be a bother,” Breena went on.

“No,” the girls said in unison. “Not a bother at all,” continued Tabitha. “We’re in need of an addition to our café chatter.”

“I really do appreciate it, because I’m in need of London friends.”

“Yes, we could tell you’re new around here. So tell us about yourself and why you’re all alone in foggy London,” prompted Linda.

“Well, I just got here two weeks ago. I’m here until September. My mom planned the trip for me and didn’t tell me about it until seven days before my flight out from Michigan. I did not want to come and I still haven’t had anything exciting happen to me. Oh, except for I think I have a stalker. Does this town abound with them? He’s making me scared to walk around alone.”

“My goodness! A girl your age should be having the time of her life on a summer-long trip alone in London. What mischief we could get you into…” Tabitha mused.

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Novel Sneak Peek #2–Chapter 3 excerpt

19 Aug

When Breena got to school, Jordan was waiting for her in his usual parking spot. He leaned against his car like nothing bothered him, but Breena knew better. Last night she had completely skirted their new issue. She had to give him a definitive explanation of her hesitations, now. As if I could really tell him… As she turned her car off, Jordan let his foot fall down from the tire he had it propped on. He moved to open her door, but was too slow. Breena stepped out and grinned at Jordan sheepishly. She knew what was coming.

Jordan wasted no time getting to the meat of the subject. “Breena, if it makes you that uncomfortable, which clearly it does, then you don’t have to think another second about it. You should be with me because you want to, not because you feel like you have to. And you seem like you really don’t think this is a good idea. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy dating you knowing you were constantly anxious about it, anyway.”

“Woah, take a breath, man. I was going to say most of those things, but let me get all the way out of my car first. Goodness…” Breena was a little taken aback by Jordan’s bout of metacognition, as he wasn’t usually so intuitive or good-natured when people said no. She hoped their life-long friendship made her the exception. “Top Gun’s my favorite movie.”

“What?” Jordan choked out.

“Just wanted to clear the air of all the awkwardness.” Breena gestured around her with both arms like she was sweeping away negative energy. “Thought I’d throw something new out there. I see I’ve just made this a significantly worse conversation.” Turning away from Jordan, she leaned back into her car to get her bag from the passenger’s seat.

“Are you ok?” Jordan asked in a reserved tone. When Breena turned back around, she could see the true concern in his eyes. She admitted to herself that she was usually more put together, more collected.

 

 

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