A Merry Month of (May) Sales

Another month, another sale post! As usual, please check the dates, and I’ll be adding to this roundup as sales and price drops go live.

The big news, of course, is the release of Spring’s Arcana. (The second and final book, The Salt-Black Tree, will be out August 8 and you can read a free excerpt of it here.)

From May 1-15, Cloud Watcher is $.99USD in ebook, at AmazonBarnes & NobleApple, and Kobo.

From May 1-31, Cotton Crossing is part of the Kobo Buy One, Get One Free sale! (Other sale books are here.)

From May 1-14, The Rouje Kith and Moon’s Knight are part of the coupon sale over at Smashwords. (50% off!)


From May 22-30, Steelflower is $2.99USD in ebook through these retailers.

On May 26 (a one-day sale), Rattlesnake Wind will be $1.99USD in ebook through these retailers.

There’ll be more news and sales added as the month wears on, so do check back if you’re interested.

RELEASE DAY: Spring’s Arcana

That’s right, my beloveds–the first book of The Dead God’s Heart is now out in the world! You can attend the virtual launch party with Yours Truly, too.

Spring’s Arcana

Nat Drozdova is desperate to save a life. Doctors can do little for her cancer-ridden mother, who insists there is only one cure―and that Nat must visit a skyscraper in Manhattan to get it.

Amid a snow-locked city, inside a sleek glass-walled office, Nat makes her plea and is whisked into a terrifying new world. For the skyscraper holds a hungry winter goddess who has the power to cure her mother…if Nat finds a stolen object of great power.

Now Nat must travel with a razor-wielding assassin across an American continent brimming with terror, wonder, and hungry divinities with every reason to consume a young woman. For her ailing mother is indeed suffering no ordinary illness, and Nat Drozdova is no ordinary girl. Blood calls to blood, magic to magic, and a daughter may indeed save what she loves…

…if it doesn’t consume her first.

This is the way to the Dead God’s Heart.

Now available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple, Kobo, and independent bookstores

The soundtrack for the series is available here.

I began writing Nat’s adventures waaaaay back during lockdown. It’s so weird to finally have them percolating out into the wider world–and honestly, I’m pretty sure Nat herself arranged for launch day to be just after Beltane. (She’s like that.) If you want to test the book out a bit, here’s a free excerpt. And if audiobooks are your jam, you can listen to a sample here.

The duology’s second and final book, The Salt-Black Tree, will be out in August, so you don’t have long to wait. In the meantime, I’ll be hiding in a corner hyperventilating as I always do on release days. At least until the launch party gets going…

Beltane and a Book

It’s Beltane again–not my favorite holiday, we all know what that one is, but a good one nonetheless. And tomorrow will be taken up with the release of Spring’s Arcana.

I’m nervous. Well, I’m always bundle of ragged nerves before a launch, so that’s no change. I did make the playlist for the duology live, so you can listen to the music that informed both books here. (It is Soundtrack Monday, after all.) And of course there’s the Goodreads giveaway if you want a chance to win a copy, and I’ll be attending the virtual launch tomorrow if you’d like to sign up for that.

Most of what I’ll be doing today is prep for the release. There’s a blog post to write, a newsletter alert to put together, a little unboxing and reading to do on Twitch. However, I’ll be spending most of the day sunk in proof pages for an entirely different series, because publishing is like that. By the time a book reaches the shelves, the writer is several lengths down the road.

It’s not bad. It is, however, an exercise in delayed gratification, and human beings are generally not the best at that. I could call it good practice, except it’s so damn frustrating.

Of course, no matter what else is going on Boxnoggin needs his walkies. He got some celebratory Cheetos in his breakfast bowl this morning, which he proceeded to pick out of the kibble and eat with every evidence of enjoyment, leaving the rest of his meal strictly alone. I mean, I don’t blame him–dogs are big furry toddlers, and what child wouldn’t pick the good stuff out and leave the rest? It’s a far cry from when he arrived a few years ago. Back then any scrap of food was manna from heaven. It’s nice that he’s gotten picky; it shows that he knows there will always be more.

With that cheerful thought I should finish my coffee, grab my own breakfast–probably gruel, since the stress nausea is very bad this morning–and get to it. A bit of physically grueling exercise will make everything easier to handle, purging stress chemicals and the like, but first I’ve got to get the rest of the morning out of the way.

It’s pretty hilarious that Nat Drozdova’s story is going live just after May Day. I suspect the new incarnation of Spring arranged as much specifically, with (of course) a nudge from old Grandmother Winter. I’ll be laughing over that today, when I’m not heaving into the office wastebasket with sheer nervousness.

What can I say? I know how to celebrate a holiday.

See you tomorrow…

Favonian Thursday

A frenzy of revision has ended with Sons of Ymre #2 heading off to the editor, just in time for proof pages on something else to land. Publishing is always a game of festina lente, and not in the way Augustus originally meant it, either. I always thought Marcus Aurelius would have been a better one to coin that aphorism; certainly I think he’d use it in the modern military sense.

Anyway, Jake’s story has reached its final fighting form, and even copyedits won’t change much more than a tentacle or two. I also did some outlining on the next serial–not very much, because I’m more a pantser than a plotter and this particular story needs room and time to breathe. Still, I wanted a little more scaffolding before I set it aside to marinate and turned to the two last revises I have scheduled–Riversinger and Minnowsharp needs its polish before it goes to the editor, and so do both seasons of Hell’s Acre. They’re all exhausting in different ways, and I’m still not sure the latter will see wide publication.

But that’s a problem for another day.

We’re having a most favonian week, as Nabokov would say. Today it’s going to hit 78F, according to the weatherfolk, which is just a smidge too warm for my taste but ah well. It will mean we can have all the windows open, and I’ve pre-gamed by getting that done before coffee. My office window is currently standing wide, and I can already hear a bee-hum. Pretty sure one or two of the little sods are going to hitch a ride on me today–which is fine, as long as they don’t try to climb into my ear. I dislike that; it never ends well for either of us.

I’m glad to finally have Jake’s story off the docket. Now it’s only line edits, CEs, and proofs for that particular book, and afterward that duology can be laid to rest. My editor had fond hopes for an additional book dealing with one of the Fathers, probably Robert–who was, let’s face it, a good dude, though I like Miklos in the second book better–but I can’t see how I’d do that without fast-forwarding at least a decade in that world. It’s best to just leave it as it lays, as my grandfather would say, and move on to a different brand of paranormal romance. I’ll have to dredge through the compost heap and see what looks juicy green, because when it comes to writing romances I have no intention of stopping. I like having those little bits of light between playing in other genres.

Boxnoggin is thrilled by the sunny weather. Well, thrilled is kind of a strong term. He loves that his tender toesies aren’t getting damp except in the more low-lying parts of the park, and once he adjusts to having the windows open he’ll enjoy whatever news the wind brings to his cute little snoot. But open windows mean otherwise muffled sounds are entering the house loud and clear, and he’s not a big fan of that.

In fact, his dumb, very loud ass alerts to every single stray noise, and will until he accepts this as the new normal. This happens yearly; fortunately, since his memory is gloriously short, it won’t take long for him to settle in. Even if we return to cooler spring weather after this, one window or another will be ajar until some point in the fall–or until there’s a summer scorch involving wildfires, in which case we’ll close everything up, turn on the AC, and hope.

I’m not thinking about that right now, either. I’ve managed to clear a lot of work in the past few weeks, and am looking at more feverish activity until the Spring’s Arcana release. Speaking of that, there’s a Goodreads giveaway for that book, and you can sign up to attend the virtual launch party, too. I’m going to be hyperventilating and nervous until a few days after said release, so that’ll be fun. (Check out the last few April sales, too, if you’re in the mood for reading material.)

Speaking of, I’d best get some brekkie and out the door. A morning run before the heat builds will help purge some of the nervousness and return me to whatever zen can be found. You’d think after seventy-plus books or so, I’d be used to release-day nerves. But I’m not, I’m not.

Anyway, I have a whole lot of work to do and the urge to listen to John Denver–the original Rocky Mountain High video makes me giggle fondly, and I have no trouble admitting as much. (Especially the “chased by a bear” editing.) Thursday’s well underway and the coffee’s down to dregs.

Off I go.

April Sales Roundup

It’s that time again–another sales roundup post! As usual, please check the dates, because there’s a lot going on, and I’ll update this post as more sales go up.

It’s not quite a sale…but Sons of Ymre #1 and Duty (Ghost Squad #2) are both award finalists! I’ve never been nominated nor a finalist before, so I’m quite chuffed. It’s very lovely.

From April 1-15, The Society is $.99USD in ebook at AmazonBarnes & NobleApple, and Kobo.

Roadtrip Z

From April 3-9, Cotton Crossing–book one of Roadtrip Z–is free in ebook through Kobo. If you like it, there’s three more seasons; the zombie apocalypse serial just kept going…and going…

From April 5-9, you can get 25% off anything and everything at my Payhip store with the coupon code “APRILFOOLS” entered at checkout.

For a limited time, my love song to Soviet sci-fi, Cormorant Run, is $1.99USD in Kindle. (Other buy links can be found here.)

From April 20 to May 1, the Complete Hood and Complete Roadtrip Z box sets will be 30% off at Kobo.

On April 22, She-Wolf and Cub is a Kindle Daily Deal–$2.99USD.

Rattlesnake Wind made the Portalist’s “8 Young Heroines For Girls Who Love SFF” list, which is extremely pleasing. And on April 24 it’s on sale in ebook for $1.99USD.

It’s not a sale, but you can read an excerpt from Spring’s Arcana (releases May 2) on Tor.com. (It’s one of my favorite pieces from the whole book.)

Also, from April 24 to May 1, there’s a Goodreads giveaway for Spring’s Arcana as well!

On May 2, I’ll be attending Fountain Books’s virtual launch of Spring’s Arcana–and you can too! Register here.

Again, I’ll add more sales as they occur, so stay tuned!

Very Little Glamor

Roadtrip Z

Still dazed from finishing a hefty (well over 100k) epic fantasy zero draft. You’d think a half-weekend off would be enough time…and yet it always takes exponentially longer than one thinks to bounce back, especially if one attempts to start working during the nadir of recovery.

On a brighter note, Book One of Roadtrip Z is free on Kobo until April 9, so if you like competence, zombies, longing, and people coming together in the face of catastrophe, well, there you are.

I’m gonna try for a library trip this week, not to mention a push to get yet another zero draft done. Once Rook’s Rose is over that particular finish line, I think I’ll have brought every project from lockdown to successful completion. The dribs and drabs of stuff I wrote to let off psychological pressure don’t really count; I mean paying projects–or ones that turned out to be paying even though I had no intention of publishing, ha.

Then it’ll be time for the new serial, which I’m already planning. Not to mention revisions on Sons of Ymre 2, and then I can shift to writing the new serial, book 3 of the epic fantasy trilogy, and book three of Ghost Squad. I’m looking forward to that last one most, I think, because it’s Tax’s story. He’s going to Vegas for his buddy Boomer’s wedding, and of course he’s going to get into trouble. Because of course.

The latest Reading with Lili is up on YouTube–I got to nerd out a bit about Marguerite Duras. I may get back to the Great Chapters readings in a bit, if health and time permit. There was such a howl of protest when I didn’t put up the first “just reading Genji” stream that I have gone back to just throwing everything up onto YouTube for your delectation, but formatting and editing the Great Chapters stuff take a little bit more work and I’ve got all I can handle at the moment.

The weather app keeps screaming about wintry mix and possible snow, but it doesn’t smell like we’re going to have a bad event. Of course, last April we had the terrible barrage of heavy wet stuff that brought down a much of trash onto the roof, cracking it and necessitating all sorts of nonsense. I have hope we’ll escape that sort of thing this year. Heaven knows my nerves aren’t in a state to handle that shit, though I suppose nobody’s ever are.

Boxnoggin isn’t even lobbying for walkies, content to go back to bed after his morning loo break in the backyard. Where there is finally a back fence, though I’m still sad about the cedars being gone. Ah well, we take what we can get around here, I suppose.

And with that, I suppose it’s time to shamble breakfast-ward. I’ve been addicted to Japanese trap-and-bass tracks lately, and might try a playlist of those instead of my usual running music. We’ll see how it works out, but first I’ve to get the coffee absorbed and the dog rambled. Once I’m home and settled it’ll be time to dive back into the wilds of New Rome and embroil Miss Dove in even more trouble, especially since she’s a single breath away from meeting the Big Bad. Who isn’t much of a villain, but he’s all we’ve got in that story, and part of what I wanted to do with him is show just how petty real evil is.

There’s very little glamor in fighting monsters, despite what fiction tells us. Yet it’s still important work. I suppose I’ve been wrestling with the dichotomy my entire life, and it doesn’t look like that’s stopping anytime soon. Ah well–play to one’s strengths, I guess.

Onward to Monday.

Dogs in False Spring

Good morning, happy Monday, and whew.

Throne of the Five Winds is a Kindle Daily Deal ($2.99USD) today. If you like intrigue, battle, pretty dresses, hairpins, assassinations–well, who doesn’t? And there’s a whole lot of all those things in that series.

In other news, I am typing very slowly because my left wrist is rather swollen and there are gouges on it as well as the back of my hand. People, leash your goddamn dogs. I don’t care how friendly you think they are–Boxnoggin definitely is not. My dog doesn’t step outside without a harness that puts Victorian-era straitjackets to shame, because he can’t be trusted and I have to make good decisions for him. Letting your pooch wander into traffic or, gods forbid, wander up to mine and start some shit only ends poorly for us all.

And that’s all I’m gonna say about that.

We had a few sunny days; now the rain is back. Everyone was out in their yards and gardens celebrating false spring the past few days, and even I got a few things trimmed and tidied. But it’s back to being grey and dull, drippy and mossy; I’m thrilled. This also means the sidewalks will be thinly populated during walkies, which is a blessing since I only have half the usual number of hands to deal with Box’s shenanigans.

He’s a good dog, and he wants to be good. Unfortunately he also has zero self-regulation and a whole lot of ideas just bright enough to be incredibly dumb and dangerous. Why Bailey chose him for a companion I will never know; perhaps she wanted another dog she could do the thinking for since she had such an excess of mental horsepower–Max (Odd Trundles), bless him, could forget to breathe and had to be reminded, which was one of Bailey’s self-chosen jobs, performed with zest and glee.

Don’t get me wrong–Boxnoggin’s entirely loving, and goofy, and a darling. I just wish he were a little less enthusiastic when I’m wounded. Ah well.

Dawn is coming up, the firs are dripping. I miss the cedars along the back fence–well, there’s no fence there either, but that’s a complaint for another day as well. There are copyedits to get through and various other bits and bobs to accomplish today. I’d best get started, since I’m moving at about half speed.

See you ’round.