The sale has been on for almost a month, but that month is nearly gone. Sale ends on April 20, so hurry over and check it out before it’s too late.
Authors Give Back is a special sale to help with the boredom of the quarantine. Lots of books have been discounted. Some are free!
Looking for my books? Yes, they are on sale, too. Everything I have on Smashwords is $1. Just click on the link to my profile and scroll down. I have two series and one stand-alone included in the sale.
Don’t let the quarantine get you down. Grab a cup of your favorite beverage, snag a new ebook from Smashwords, sit back and take a break from reality for a while.
If you liked Gambler’s Folly, you’ll certainly love The Russian. Book 3 in the series of books from Gambler’s Folly, this is the story of wolf-shifter, Dmitri Ivanovich Volkov, and his soul mate, Danni.
No one knows for sure how old Dmitri–known to his friends as Dima–actually is, but he’s been around over 500 years at least. His earlier years were spent in what had been known as Russia, but since then he has travelled all over the know universe, mainly as a mercenary.
A little over 200 years ago, he met his soulmate Ilyana and they were together for fifty years. When she died, she took his heart with her to the grave. Since then he has hunted alone, neither wanting nor needing any type of romantic relationship.
He currently works with the Special Unit of Interpol, alongside Damiano, Dante, and the bear shifter who is the chief. On a trip to Gambler’s Folly, he finds a young woman threatened by gang members and goes to her rescue.
Maybe Mother Nature is giving him a second chance at happiness.
The Russian is now available for pre-order at Smashwords for $0.99. Once it is released, the price will go up, so go on over and check it out.
How about an excerpt before we go?
If it hadn’t been for her scent, he would have been fine. Lilacs with honeyed-vanilla and white musk had wrapped around him softly. Hazel eyes under blonde curls had drawn him in. He’d thought, after all this time, he had control over his urges. What had possessed him to kiss her?
Her mouth now, there was a treat. Fresh raspberries and sweet white wine still teased his palette. Between her scent and her taste, he was one messed up wolf. He wanted to run through the forest, roll in the leaves, and howl to his pack mates about this delicious female he’d met.
No, he wouldn’t see her again. He didn’t need a relationship. Life around him was too uncertain. Besides, he’d had a mate long ago and, when she’d died, she’d taken his heart to her grave.
He was here for a job. He had no time for females.
If you follow this blog, you’ll know I’m participating in the NaNoWriMo 2019. And my project this year is a funny little story about a genie found in a whiskey jug.
So how about a little sneak preview from one of the earlier chapters? Remember, this is a very rough first draft, but here we go!
WHISKEY JUG GENIE
Eyes watering and trying to hold his breath, Martin finally got the front windows and the back door opened to let the stench out of his dwelling.
“Whew-wee!” he heard from the figure before him. “That was a good one. Been holding it for a long time.”
“What the hell are you?” he demanded.
The figure looked him over for a moment and then answered him with the strongest southern accent he’d ever heard.
“You can call me Bubba,” it said.
“I didn’t ask who you were. I asked what you were,” Martin demanded again.
The figure was about as tall as he was, around six feet, with dark curly hair, dark eyes, and a crooked smile.
“Don’t get your panties in a wad. You would call me a genie, though I prefer djinn.”
“Gin? I’m a Scotch man myself.”
“No, djinn.”
“Yeah, gin. I’ve got it.”
“Were you born slow, son? D-j-i-n-n. Djinn.”
“I thought you guys lived in bottles. Not whiskey jugs.”
“No, usually we live peacefully in caves, places like that. But we sometimes get trapped in things like bottles or jugs. And I’ll be tellin’ you, it ain’t pleasant.”
“Why are you here?” Martin asked, reaching for his Scotch.
“You bought my jug.”
“But if you’re free of the jug, why are you still here?”
All he needed was a magical roommate. Now how did he get rid of this guy–Bubba. What sort of name was Bubba?
“That’s where the curse comes in. Unless you can take off the curse, I’m bound to this dad-blamed thing forever. I don’t suppose you’re a wizard?”
“I dabble in white magic, but curses? Don’t know a thing about reversing them.”
“It figures. Somebody finally comes along, buys the darned thing, but can’t help a fella out. Story of my life. What have you got to eat around here?”
While you’re waiting, why not check out some of my other writing? All my books are available at Smashwords and Amazon.
Later this year, the next book from Gambler’s Folly will be out, so watch for The Russian, Book 3!
The weather was something else today, with nearly five inches of rain. My back yard looks like a swamp. But it was a lovely day to visit with our daughter and her family and enjoy a nice girls day out.
It’s Friday night, the full moon is high, and I’ve finished the first quick run-through of an old WIP I drug out of my archives. I think with some work, it will be a good book.
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend. Stay safe with all the storms going on out there.
It’s about that time this evening, but a good night meme I saw reminded me of a passage from Jareth, First Lord.
How about a little snippet from the first book in the Esperance Series?
Looking up into the sky through the branches, Viviane realized tonight wasn’t just another night. She called it to Jareth’s attention. As they watched, the two moons above were aligning. In a few moments, one would completely eclipse the other, and for a little while this evening, only one moon would grace the sky.
“‘In the heart of winter, the two become one, the past put to rest, the future begun,’” Jareth said, quoting the ancient legend. “Perhaps there is a reason we came here tonight,” he told her, his eyes staring intently into hers as if he could read her soul.
It looks like winter is having one last fling. At least, I hope it is the last one. But it’s a perfect time to dig into that “to-be-read” stack. Right?
I’ve been re-reading some of Vonnie Davis‘ books, which are some of my absolute favorites.
Then you’re in luck! The next book in the series, The Russian, should be coming out in the spring! He’s a wolf-shifter and over 500 years old. After losing his soul mate 200 years ago, he refused to get involved with anyone, preferring to remain a lone wolf than suffer the heartbreak again.
But all that changes when he meets Danni on a dark street and rescues her from several gang members. There was something about her scent as it wrapped around him. And when he kissed her good night…
Watch for The Russian! and if you haven’t read Gambler’s Folly or Dante’s Angel, go over to Amazon or to Smashwords and check them out!
Have you read Gambler’s Folly and Dante’s Angel?
