Unleash the Sexy Beasts!

It’s time. No, we’re not here to celebrate the incoming season. Sorry, fellow Fall Lovers. We’ll have that party later. When it isn’t 100* F on my back porch. In the shade. On an overcast day. I’m sooo not exaggerating. That’s been my week and it SUCKS when paired with smoke from the half-dozen fires ringing the Central Valley. But enough whining about weather.

We’re here  to reunite with those drop-dead-gorgeous demigods, the incubi.

Deryck, Wolfrik, Garik, and the gang have been on hiatus for far too long. It took me a while to establish a plan of attack to get them back out in the world. Since the vampires worked so well as a serial, I’ve decided to move forward to do as promised, and every book which was previously published has been given another hefty edit to prepare it for its Patreon debut. Two weeks ago, Meghan’s story wrapped on the site. Now it’s Deryck’s turn.

Chapters one through four are live on Patreon as of 9/5. The first two chapters are Public and free to read—they’ll remain free indefinitely, so if you want a peek, go for it. Patron Only posts cost just $1 a month to access. Funds raised via the site will go toward making work more accessible with my physical disabilities.

As the bastard child of the Egyptian god Min, Deryck’s inheritance is great, vast powers . . . which frightened the gods so much, they rounded up the half-breeds like him, stripped 90% of their power, and forced them to become incubi. Yes, we’re talking about hunky dream gods here. But enslavement isn’t sexy and Deryck wants out.

 

Kicking My Ass In Gear

Life’s been shit. Anyone within the bubble of my reality has known this for a few years now. For me, the depth of the excrement around me wasn’t truly clear until Christmas vacation. And my extended vacation. And then the extra week I took off because there was no point attempting anything creative when the family wouldn’t allow me to focus. Not to mention the world losing Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds—women who’ve been life-long compass points when it comes to realigning my fucked up world. The news put me in bed, marathoning Trollhunters on Netflix to escape all the sadness.

I’ve marathoned a lot of television this last three weeks.

Then I looked at my paycheck.

Fuck.

I had two options this week: Mentally trudge through my workload, bitter and burnt out from the anger simmering in my frustrated, broken mind. Or I could fix my shit, at least pretend I want to have a life again, and find my happy in a way which would allow me to do paying work again.

It started with a schedule. We all know how much I love schedules. When my head is at its worst, looking at a set time frame to Get Shit Done is the only way to make it click that the hours my brain had set aside for regret, or some other unhealthy thing to dwell on, is actually allotted for productive activities. A lot of them. So much so, if I were to just work through this motivation without setting a schedule, I’d burn out on the workload in a month and fall back into depression. Baby steps. Tackling the list in bite-sizes works so much better. Spreading the tasks out over the work week help, too. Monday: focus on Task A, with minor time on Task C. Tuesday: prep for Task B, focus on Task E, and schedule a post for Task D. You get the point. It’s not an eight-hour binge to get Task A done so I can move onto the next, but Task A hits a mental wall and I’m left forcing myself to get it done in a way which while productive doesn’t ensure my best effort.

If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s to get your shit done right the first time because the repercussions down the road will only be exponentially harder to overcome.

That leads me to the Patreon page.

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Yeah, I had the same reaction when I realized that, yes, I was indeed following through with the whim to make an account. At this point, I have literally nothing to lose and everything to gain.

What do you gain? Finally, a set home for the podcast, Professional Bitching, along with the backlog of previous podcasts—both of which will remain free to the public. With a secure home, the podcast can finally reach a better production level because I’m not scrambling to constantly reinvent its production process to fit whatever web host happens to work that week. Patrons will eventually have access to special podcast episodes featuring my stories, as well. The Patreon page allows me to control information better, which means more chances to see sneak peaks into upcoming novels for patrons and possibly even the chance to help me do things like name characters/locations for works-in-progress.

The monetary perks are small, for now. Mostly to encourage focus on, A) Reviving the podcast, and B) Completing the final vampire novel—I’m within 30k words and the end is so close, I can taste the bloodbath. Later, I may host a larger campaign to do things like, oh, finally commission the cover art envision for the Inbetween novels or purchase a laptop so I may work more efficiently from bed when my disability flares. That’s the dream. For now the focus is the podcast and vampires, the side effect of the latter being ample blog posts for patrons with frank discussions about how I write. I’ve already posted one discussing lesbian vampire sex.

I honestly hate talking money, but it makes everything happen, so here we are. Trading money for greater access into my writing process feels really odd. However, I’m dedicated to the cause. Let’s go make weird shit together, guys.

Chicken Scratch

In Too Deep_600x900 Back in June, I spent a lovely–if not a tad toasty–weekend in Phoenix, AZ with my publisher, Jinxie, at Phoenix Comic Con. At the end of the long weekend, there was still a few books on the table with my name on them.

Light bulb.

I grabbed a pen and defaced every single copy left in Jinxie’s stock. Okay, not in a bad way. I signed those bitches and suffered a sore hand for the rest of the day. It was worth sporting a claw-like paw on the flight home. Why? Because not every reader can make it to my signing events. As a matter of fact, I’ve only had the one since beginning this whole mad scheme–the one where I become super famous from making preternatural creatures kill people and then have sex. Not with the corpses. (Shut up, Aksel.)

What does this mean for you? Signed books! Without flying thousands of miles! Duh!

Currently, Just Ink Press has a limited number of signed Enslaved and In Too Deep paperbacks available on their website. I’d love to see these books find forever homes on your bookshelves. Don’t leave the poor babies on the streets (or in Jinxie’s apartment….) much longer. Books have feelings, too.

Not to mention, who doesn’t want a copy of Deryck’s yumtastic shoulders to drool over in the privacy of their bedroom? 91XY8KqUEdL._SL1500_

Unleash the Incubi!

The big day is finally here! After weeks of editing, tweaking, pouring over cover options, and sending a billion emails back and forth to my publisher, Enslaved is now available to buy for your Kindle. Other formats (Nook, Smashwords, etc…) will come in the following months. But remember, you can always snag the handy-dandy Kindle reader app for your desktop to enjoy the book now without waiting!

Here’s the official press release from Just Ink Press for Enslaved.  The link to buy is over there, too.

And to celebrate, if you head over to Facebook and join the Release Day Event for Enslaved by 10 PM tonight (PDT), you will be entered to win a FREE copy* of the novel. (*Prize will be awarded in whatever ebook format the winner prefers.)

I’d love to hear what everyone thinks of Enslaved so make sure you leave a review over on Amazon.

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OOPS! I almost forgot, Missy Jane has graciously allowed me to guest post over on her blog today. I’m talking about the necessary evil of editing and there’s a blurb for Enslaved, too.

But Wait, There’s More

Just Ink Press have me doing All The Things this week. Which is understandable since Enslaved releases TOMORROW. Yeah, you read that right. I’m kinda freaking out.

Yesterday JIP interviewed Deryck, a rather crabby incubus and main character in Enslaved. Today they’re interviewing little ol’ me.

So head over and give it a peek. Just . . . don’t drink anything while reading. I’ve already been yelled at once for making someone snort water onto their keyboard.