Release Day! Or: The Day I Drowned in a Pile of Self-Loathing

Just kidding.

No I’m not.

I’m dying here.

REAPER is out in the world, scared and afraid and looking for a home. Do you have the kind of heart that could turn away someone so goddamned lovable? I thought not.

Have some champagne and let’s celebrate this mass hysteria together.


IMPENDING RELEASE PARTY–Initiate Introduction Phase *beep boop boop*

The REAPER launch party is less than a week away! I hope you’re as excited about it as I am.

(If you don’t know what I’m talking about–you’re fired!–click here.)

During the party, I’ll be giving away copies of REAPER, and e-book copies of other awesome books from some hugely generous authors. Check out the covers and blurbs below. AREN’T THEY PRETTY?

I’m looking forward to seeing you all at the party! 



Nighthawks At The Mission by Forbes West


The Oberon. Off-World. Thousands of settlers from America have come to live in this mysterious land accessed only by an energy portal in the South Pacific. The settlers are there to mine orichalcum- a mineral that can give even the casual user magical powers – and to reap the strange high tech salvage that litters the dead cities of an extinct human civilization.

In today’s universe, it’s the last place a settler from the USA can find the old American dream alive and well. Facing a futureless existence and betrayed by her long-time boyfriend, Sarah Orange leaves the Earth. There she falls in with a group of illegal salvagers that operate at night in the empty ruins that dot the landscape. Sarah risks death and betrayal from The Oberon’s corporate overseers as well as the murderous hatred of the alien Ni-Perchta that live a medieval existence there. With her life spinning out of control, Sarah searches for love and money in a world so close to- and yet so different from- our very own.


Hearts in Exile by Misty Baker

hearts in exile

In Tallenmere, fate has a way of catching up with you…

Somewhere, hidden in the waters of the Southern Sea, lies an island unlike any other. Within the amber glow of its pyrogem-laden cliffs, legend says the very heart of the dragon god Drae keeps the island, and its occupants, alive.

Loralee Munroviel, daughter of Leogard’s High Priestess Arianne, had no idea what she would face when she arrived by boat ten years ago and was left alone in exile. All she knew about Draekoria’s inhabitants was written in one tattered notebook. Now, her life revolves around keeping Drae’s descendants happy. Never in her life did she imagine being a Dragon Keeper.

Captain Igrorio Everlyn, known as Sir Robert to his unit of Holy Paladins, has faced his share of hell, battling the evils of Emperor Sarvonn’s tyranny and the dark god Tyr’s abominations. But none of that compares to the ten years of hell he’s been without Loralee, presumed dead.

One freak storm changes everything. Now the two of them must fight to reestablish the delicate balance of the island before the dragons take things into their own hands. Through it all, they discover the secrets that kept them, and their hearts, exiled for a decade.


Books by Jody Vitek

Florida Heat

florida heat

Horses, offshore powerboat racing, and two men, bring intrigue, love and danger to Maggie Carlisle’s simple life.

Maggie Carlisle thought she left her ex-husband’s drug life behind in Texas. Left with a physical scar, she struggles to shed the emotional pain and falls in love with Trent Randall. But, Kevin Shaw, a man from her past, looks for revenge through Maggie. Emotional blackmail forces her to choose between true love with Trent or a life based on lies and deception with Kevin.

Trent Randall, a boarding and breeding ranch owner and offshore powerboat driver, loses focus of his racing when Maggie enters his life. Trent contemplates whether Maggie’s worth the danger after he is involved in a racing accident. Trent can’t help but let his heart lead the way when he finds out Maggie’s in trouble.


Rescue Me

rescue me

Can Catherine accept the consequences of a great-aunt’s dying wish without losing her heart or independence?

Taking in stray, injured or needy animals, veterinarian doctor Catherine Mornelli opens the Four Hooves and Paws Rescue program. But the land where the animals are kept is being sold. She approaches her Great-Aunt Elaine about possibly using her barn. However, visiting her aunt and checking out the barn also means seeing her ex-boyfriend.

Josef Garrison farms land that once belonged to his family for generations but went to his neighbor Elaine after his great-grandfather lost it in a poker game to Catherine’s great-grandfather. When Catherine returns, he sees a way to win back her heart and the land at the same time.


Mira’s View (The Sword of Lumina Book 1) by Erin Elliott

 miras view

Galena is just like every other elf, enslaved by the powerful Rau. Once a beautiful and powerful race, the elves have been reduced to slave labor in the mines of Rau. Galena grew up hearing the stories of old about a sword, when wielded by the right elf, ending Rau’s tyranny. Unsure if she believes these stories, she finds herself plunged into a world unfamiliar to her, hunted by Rau for her unnatural magical abilities. Will she find the sword promised to her people? Or will she fall prey to the idea of a sword that doesn’t exist?


Concessions by Hanna Elizabeth


Both comedy and tragedy, Jane’s life is anything but ordinary. She’s lived her life in the spotlight, given more than she’s received, and is sacrificing everything for the people she loves. Her only request: a few concessions. Set in the World of WOOL and in the same Silo that Grace (from VISIONS of WOOL) has overseen for eighty years, comes a story of love, passion, sacrifice, and above all else, hope for the future.


Books by Renee Miller

The Legend of Jackson Murphy

jackson murphy

Jackson Murphy wants to end his marriage and keep his money. There are many ways out of a bad marriage but Jack chooses the most expedient one. He commits the perfect murder but his brilliance leads to trouble. Soon, his business partner wants out, his mistress insists on a wedding ring, his blackmailing cousin comes back for more, and an enterprising competitor tries to squeeze Jack out of business. Each problem he eliminates creates two more. Jack ends up on the run from the Mob and a tenacious police detective. What they don’t yet know is this: what Jackson Murphy wants, Jackson Murphy gets. And he wants freedom…at any price.


In The Bones

in the bones

Welcome to Albertsville: Population 397…and falling. When Ryan Cassidy claims a house left to him by his estranged grandparents, he becomes tangled in the mystery of a town crushed by a deadly secret spanning generations. The town’s power core, which includes the reeve, his council members, and the local police, smother opposition with deceit, brutality and fear. They will stop at nothing to keep the horror they’ve committed buried. A severe winter storm leaves Albertsville snowbound—a trap only the dead can hope to flee—and Ryan becomes a liability that must be silenced at any cost. The answers to the town’s mystery and its salvation are hidden…In the Bones.


Dirty Truths

dirty truths

Kristina Riley has had enough. Eager to escape her violent husband and regain her independence, she accepts a job from her father’s friend, Wade Bowen. Her husband won’t let go, and continues to terrorize her. Wade offers his friendship and support, but Kristina knows he wants more.

One weak moment ignites a fire she can’t control.

For years, Kristina hasn’t been allowed to make decisions, and now her future hinges on a decision and a couple of dirty truths.


Finding The Way Back by Jill Bisker

Finding the way back

Finding the Way Back is the story of Laney, a recently divorced woman who agrees to help her mother fix up her dead grandfather’s house. From the first night when she hears ghostly music to later physical attacks that seem targeted only at her, she soon discovers that a spirit in the house may have plans of its own. For her own well-being, she needs to find answers as the danger escalates and she learns to trust herself and others. With the help of her cousin Connie, an attractive ghosthunter named Emmett, and several other eccentric characters, Laney uncovers the dark secret of the house and a new path for her future.


The Last Safe Place: A Zombie Novella by Rob W. Hart

Last Safe Place

It’s been two years since a plague turned New Yorkers into flesh-eating corpses. The city’s population has dwindled to three hundred refugees on Governors Island, a former military outpost in the bay between Manhattan and Brooklyn. The survivors struggle with supply shortages and flaring tempers, but the monsters they call ‘rotters’ can’t swim. The island isn’t comfortable, but it’s safe.

That sense of safety is shattered when Sarge, the island’s head of security, comes face to decomposing face with a rotter while on a routine patrol. There’s no way for the creature to have gotten on the island. Worse is that its stone-like skin makes it remarkably tough to kill.

Faced with the prospect of an evolving enemy, and desperate to find antibiotics for his dying wife, Sarge has to go into Manhattan, do some recon, forage for supplies, and get out–without drawing the attention of the millions of rotters that now roam the city.

Shhh. New WIP. Shhh.

Ever notice how a new WIP is a lot like pregnancy?

The initial discovery is a mix of excitement and panic. 

This is going to be so great!

Oh my God, can I even do this?

I’m a horrible human being for bringing it into this world.

No. Breathe, you idiot. It’s here, so you might as well just do what you can.

Scary, right?

Anyway, like those couples who wait until they’re at least 20 weeks along to make the announcement, I’m now confident enough in the plot and characters to share this new WIP with you. It’s tentatively titled, ANTIHERO. In a nutshell, it’s Scarface meets Scooby-Doo with super powers. 

Here’s a little taste:

            When Laslo offered a ride to Warren’s place, Dwight did not expect to be climbing into the back of a refurbished ice cream truck.

            “The coolers are permanently turned off,” Laslo said, “So it’s not like you’ll freeze to death back there.”

            Bomb pop and ice cream sandwich wrappers littered the floor. Naomi slid onto the bench next to him; Ben rode with Elvis in his impala. There was no divider between the front two seats and the cooler area, so Dwight was able to see out the windshield as they drove. A short trip down the highway brought them to a city called Woodbury.

            “Rich-people-ville,” Naomi said.

            Dwight smirked. “So, Laslo, I have to know…”

            “Why the ice cream truck?” He peered back at Dwight through the rearview mirror. “Childhood dream, my friend. My brothers wanted Porsches and shit… I wanted an ice cream truck. No other vehicle brings more joy than this one.” He hit a switch and “Pop Goes the Weasel” started playing. “All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the… Oh, look, we’re here.”

            Dwight peered out the windshield at an impossibly huge house. He whistled. “It’s a fucking castle.”

            Naomi tapped his shoulder and nodded to the left. “That’s nothing. Look down.”

            They approached the gates at a crawl, which parted with an ominous clanking. Across the threshold, Dwight saw it.

            “A moat?!”

            She shrugged. “Rich person paranoia at its finest.”

            Laslo snickered. “Wait until he meets Warren.”

            The long, winding driveway led up to an arched doorway with stone griffons perched on either side. Veering to the right, beneath the long overhang of expensively trimmed trees, Laslo parked the ice cream truck. “Pop Goes The Weasel” faded sadly when he cut the ignition.

            Elvis’ impala pulled up shortly behind. Dwight hadn’t noticed earlier how new the thing looked. He didn’t know cars, but the sleek design and flawless paint job suggested it couldn’t be more than a year old.

            Climbing out of the back of Laslo’s truck, Dwight nudged Naomi. “What does Elvis do for a living?”

            “Janitor.” She twirled her fingers in the air. “Dust, ya know.”


             Ben slid from the passenger seat of the impala, wearing the same pained expression he’d worn at IHOP.

            Laslo shook his head. “Poor kid is going to need therapy.” He hooked his arm around Ben’s neck and led him to the door. “Think of it this way, you ever get upset over a dude who stands on the train tracks and just, like, begs to get turned into human chewys?”

            Elvis approached Dwight and Naomi, comb tracks stiffened into his hair like he’d stuck his head in rubber cement before grooming. At some point he’d changed his shirt, too. A black button-down replaced the Captain America T-shirt he’d worn earlier.

            Elvis must have noticed Dwight’s appraisal. “Gotta look good for this kind of thing.”

            “What kind of thing?” Dwight asked.

            “Just stand back and watch. Everything you need to know about our operation you’ll learn here.”

             As the three hiked up the half-flight of stairs to the door, Dwight couldn’t help but notice how Elvis continually bumped his hand into Naomi’s. Her face betrayed no emotion, but that didn’t stop Dwight’s imagination from concocting kinky situations between her and Elvis involving capes and whips, igniting a jealousy fire in his belly.

            Laslo met Elvis’ eye and stepped back to let him through. Elvis fingered the doorbell.

            “Is that the Superman theme song?” Dwight asked.

            Elvis shushed him.


A Quickie on the Utter Bullshit That is a Writing Career

Good news:

Today, I received my FIRST EVER copy of REAPER in print. It’s fucking gorgeous and beautiful and I am not ashamed to say I snuggled it for a while.



So. Pretty.


And after we snuggled and whispered sweet nothings to each other, I thought about the release. THAT’S RIGHT. Other people (hopefully) will be reading this thing. And not only will they be reading it, they’ll have OPINIONS and shit. And while REAPER is awesomesauce with a dash of sarcastilicious (Thanks, Renee), there will be people out there who hate it. Don’t worry, I’ve got whiskey.

And then I thought, HOLY TWAT WAFFLE I have ANOTHER book coming out next year, which only leads to more rejection via review.

Which brings me to my point–

The rejection never stops.

Say it with me.





But seriously, it doesn’t. It starts with query letters, then edits that make you cut out your favorite scenes, and then reviews and THE CYCLE NEVER ENDS.

And the anxiety? I’ve got a new WIP in front of me that I’m completely in love with, but in the dark recesses of my mind there’s a voice. A voice that says it doesn’t matter what I write, because it’ll suck. It all sucks. It’s like the editor voice, but on steroids. Fucker.

It’s taking some time and patience and a tall glass of whiskey and coke in my “I ❤ BEAVER” glass to get through it.

A career in writing, or any of the arts in general, is complete bullshit. But I’ll be DAMNED if I ever stop.