Last Chance: Final 2 Days for Super Ebook Giveaway and Sequel Pre-Order

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We’re in the final few days for the Masks giveaway and Secret Identities pre-order period!

In honor of my newest release, Secret Identities (Secret Origins: Book 2), I’m giving away TEN e-copies of Masks (SO: Book 1).  

If you’ve already read or purchased Masks, you might want to skip to pre-ordering SIDs (as I affectionately call it).  If you’ve read neither but would like to give them a try, now’s your chance!

You can find the giveaway by clicking here.  This runs until July 14th, at which time ten winners will be randomly chosen by Amazon and notified of what to do next by email.  All you have to do to enter is click a button to follow me on Amazon (easy peasy).  All that means is you’ll get emails from them when I release something new.  That’s it!

Then go right over and pre-order your e-copy of Secret Identities.  Doing so will ensure your ebook is delivered on release day, which is (you guessed it) July 14th.  (It also helps me out, as all pre-orders ping the cyber-machinations on the same day, which boosts its popularity stats and helps get the word out.)  It’s up on Amazon,  B&N,  iBooks, Kobo, and 24 Symbols.

And I have a whole bunch of other stuff happening.  Stay tuned for the great book bundle deals I have up right now too!

 

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Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale on All of My Ebooks

abeWhy summer/winter?  Because while it’s summer to us in the northern hemisphere, its winter to you blokes down south.

And the sale?  Well, for pretty much every title I own, it’s 50% through July!  Unless the ebook started at $0.99, in which case it’s now FREE.

All you have to do is go to my Smashwords page (click here), scroll down to find the books you like, and then use the coupon code right there on the books’ pages at checkout.  You’ll get 50% off each and every one.  BOOM.  Simple and cheap!

You could get two or three books for only five bucks.

Just ask Honest Abe.

Superhero Ebook Giveaway and Sequel Pre-Order

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Happy Sunday!

In honor of my newest release, Secret Identities (Secret Origins: Book 2), I’m giving away TEN e-copies of Masks (SO: Book 1).  

If you’ve already read or purchased Masks, you might want to skip to pre-ordering SIDs (as I affectionately call it).  If you’ve read neither but would like to give them a try, now’s your chance!

You can find the giveaway by clicking here.  This runs until July 14th, at which time ten winners will be randomly chosen by Amazon and notified of what to do next by email.  All you have to do to enter is click a button to follow me on Amazon (easy peasy).  Then you’ll just get emails from them when I release something new.  That’s it!

And you can find SIDs on Amazon by clicking here.  We’re in the pre-order period right now, and doing so will ensure your ebook is delivered on release day, which is (you guessed it) July 14th.

Secret Identities will also soon be available for pre-order on B&N, Kobo, and Apple/iBooks, and when they’re ready on those ends I’ll post those too.

More to come.  Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

 

Another Wonder Woman: Get It While It’s Free!

With the world being taken by storm (and it’s about time) by Wonder Woman, I thought it a good time to remind those interested that my own femme fatale badass superheroine is still out there for free, but not for long…

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You can still nab Silk Spider: Behind the Eight-Ball as a free short story download, but that window is closing fast.  In the next few days, it’ll go back to being a regularly priced ebook.  (And also in a collectible paperback chapbook.)

Get your hands on it at all the usual online locales.  Here’s a few of the more common ones (but you can probably find her just about anywhere):  Amazon , B&N, iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords, & more.

 

Discoverability & a Sci-Fi Book Bundle

Reposted from Blaze Ward’s own blog.  He speaks briefly of the task of indie authors and does so better than I could:

Discoverability

(or: how you can help)

You’re consuming this right now on one of my social media outlets (website, Amazon, FB, Goodreads, etc.), so I’ll generally be safe assuming you know me, or got here through a connection who does.

Discoverability is the problem for the modern indie writer. In the old days, you submitted your story to a publisher, eventually finding one who said yes. After that, they took care of everything: editing, printing, marketing, etc. Your book ended up in book stores, or at the pharmacy, or the grocery, or on the rack at the airport. People walking by looking for something would pick it up, toss a coin in their head, and buy it.

Bang, they have discovered you as an author. If they like you, they look for more of your books. They tell their family and bridge club about you. Others find you. They buy your books.

Career.

Doesn’t happen like that any more. At least not for indies like me.

I own it all (well, Fabulous Publisher Babe(tm) does, and pats me on the head encouragingly on occasion when I say or do something really stupid, but you get the point).

No advertising budget to pay for space on the shelf at B&N. (What? You thought the book store chain selected what to prominently display? No, they rent that space. End caps, islands, etc. $)

Where does that leave us today? This is where you come in.

I’m in a bundle.

Story Bundle wraps up a set of books and makes them available for one low price for a very limited period. (3 weeks, buy it or regret forever.)

To bundle is an exercise in collective advertising. I put a novel into the Moonscapes Bundle along with a group of other folks. I tell all my friends, fans, and followers. They buy it.

In the process of reading, hopefully they find another writer or three they like (us all being on the same general topic: big science fiction in this instance).

So, our sales have been great. Not earth-shattering, but pretty damned good. Time for the next push.

What you can do for me today is send a link to this article to all your reader friends who might be into getting a bunch of SF novels for a low price. And these are some amazing people I got lucky enough to be included with.

Or you share this on your social media page so all your friends who don’t know me from Adam look at it and wonder what this is all about.

This is a Story Bundle called Moonscapes.  And the beginning of the Jessica Keller Chronicles, so they’ll need Queen of the Pirates next.

You can help all of us by doing one tiny thing to advertise. Help me get the word out to more people.

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Memorial Day Reminder: Discount Urban Fantasy, Last Few Days

Reposting this for the last few days of May:

To kick off the summer reading season, starting in the month of May, I’m putting a 50% coupon code on my novel One-Eyed Jacks.

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“A great pulp noir piece involving casinos, gunfights, exotic women, and a dash of magic reminiscent of Big Trouble in Little China.  Fun, exciting fiction that reads like my favorite movies from the 80s.” – Barbarian Book Club

As a former Vegas magician, Jack knows the world is full of shallow illusions.

That’s why he’s grinding out a new life as a smuggler, counterfeiter and debt collector for a local crime boss.  And trying to stay off of everyone else’s radar. 

Unfortunately, keeping a low profile just isn’t in the cards for the Jack of Spades.

Urban fantasy, crime-noir, and Asian myth merge in this darkly entertaining novel of pulp adventure. 

To get this book at half price, now through May 31st, just go to its home on Smashwords.com and enter this coupon code at checkout: EA34W

Not a Smashwords regular?  Have no fear!  It’s actually one of the oldest ebook retailers, a pioneer of the industry, and is responsible for distributing millions of ebooks to B&N, iBooks, Kobo, and more.  And they take Paypal, so it’s easy and secure.

Get an account now, because each month this summer I’ll be sending out 50% coupons on a different ebook.

And don’t forget that two more books have just dropped as of May 2nd: my shadowy superhero triple play Masks, and the five-author superhero anthology, Hiding Behind the Cowl.

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Find Masks on Amazon, B&N, iBooks, Smashwords, Kobo, and your other favorite sites.

Get Hiding Behind the Cowl exclusively on Amazon.

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Swords, Soldiery, & Demons: This Month’s Story for You

I’ve started posting my first serialized story to my Patreon page: The Prince of Luster and Decay.  I’m going to use Patreon as a fiction portal, a way to tell stories week to week.  This is in exchange for the generous support of Patrons, who donate a benevolent weekly or monthly amount (as low as a single dollar) to provide for some of their favorite creative content.

I see on Patreon now there are people who actually make a living from doing podcasts or Youtube vids about playing video games, doing sketch comedy, painting, etc.  Make a living purely by virtue of the thousands of people who contribute to their efforts.  By making videos of them playing video games!  Never thought I’d see the day.

So I figured, What the hell?  If they can get support from strangers to do that, maybe I can  get some help with the expenses of producing quality fiction and novels.

So far, almost no one has noticed.  And I”m not going to kill myself trying waving my arms about trying to get attention.  If I spend my time doing that instead of writing, I’ll be missing the whole point, right?

So if this is something you’d like to support, by all means, please, check out my Patreon page by clicking here.  I’ll be supplying quality escapism on a weekly basis.  And I’ll greatly appreciate every single penny that any fans see fit to donate to my cause.

I’ve already posted the first chapter of The Prince and am about to post the second.  Most of this second chapter (it has four scenes, I think), and all the subsequent chapters, you’ll only get by joining the cult–I mean, community.  Or by buying the book outright.  But here’s one scene that I think sets it up nicely:

The officers’ tent was one of the last still standing as the camp was being dismantled.  It smelled of pipe smoke and coffee.  That blackest tea was a rare luxury in these lands, though Knox had had some before.  It reminded him of the Stewards’ Inn back home and of the treasures that kind couple had brought to Redfield as they retreated from the war.  The Inn had become the warm heart of his hometown, a place to rest and share stories with neighbors.  Then the violence came south enough to threaten even Redfield and the nobles and officers of the north came asking for volunteers.  What choice did he have?

He pushed the memory from his mind.  The time for reflection had ended and duty called once again.

Knox came to attention at the tent’s open flap and waited.  Inside, the company’s last two officers sat on sturdy wooden chairs around a collapsible table.  Chaplain Kane sat silently smoking his pipe and stroking his mustache, no doubt reviewing the vast wisdom of his sermon.  Lieutenant Rosenthal studied a map on the table.  To his left was the portable iron stove where the coffee brewed in an ornate pewter kettle.

“Come in, Sergeant,” Rosenthal said absently.

Knox came two paces into the tent and waited.  He noticed the captain’s crest pinned on Rosenthal’s chest, the bronze hawk’s head shining against the red of his tunic.  Captain Rosy? Knox thought.  It was true then: Captain Brighton had been killed in last night’s attack, and that bastard had promoted himself in Brighton’s place.  The honorable captain must have been buried alongside his men that morning without an official word being uttered.  And Rosenthal, naturally, became his successor.

Being of privileged blood doesn’t make you a leader of men, Knox thought.  The words nearly escaped his lips, but he didn’t feel up to arguing with the young nobleman today.

“I’m thinking of renaming the company,” the new captain said, talking to the chaplain, not the lowly sergeant.  “Rosenthal’s Rose Thorns has some poetry to it.  Maybe even change the heraldry from ‘Brighton’s blue’ to a sharp scarlet.  What do you think?”

Chaplain Kane just arched an eyebrow and blew smoke.

“Sergeant?”

The officer’s expression expected high praise.  Knox was pleased to disappoint: “Sounds like a terrible idea, sir.”

“Excuse me?”

“These men earned the name Stormwalkers.  They’ll tell their grandchildren about breaking that siege against the wind and rain, and every time they do the weather will get worse and the battle more desperate, and it’ll be the one thing they have to be proud of against all this other dismal scruff.  Don’t take that away from them.  Sir.

Rosenthal’s face showed disbelief at the sergeant’s audacity, but the old priest was slowly nodding.  “He has a point, Captain.  Today has been eventful enough.  I’d recommend holding any more changes for the time being.”

“Very well.”  Rosenthal eyed Knox coolly before turning away to refill his cup.  “I’d offer you some coffee, Sergeant, but this is the last of it.”

“Save it, sir.  Already had some this morning.”

The captain’s thin lips curled into an ironic smile.  “Certainly you did, Sergeant, certainly.  Always quick to crack wise.  I hope you’re as quick on the march.”  He hooked the air with a finger, calling Knox like a dog, then planted that finger on a cluster of trees on his map.  “Take your Head Knockers back east.  Our scouts have found a village about here.  It’s likely the source of last night’s attack.”

“Sir…”  The word creaked from Knox’s throat.  “There are only four Head Knockers left, including myself.  We lost three last night: Moss, Harrison, and Mueller, my three best men.  Surely you don’t expect us to sack an enemy camp—”

“Certainly Brighton’s favorite squad,” Rosenthal sneered, “even at half strength, can handle any assignment given to them.”

“Fear not, Sergeant.”  Chaplain Kane stood.  “It’s no enemy camp.”

“We suspect,” Rosenthal continued, “that the ratling creatures that attacked us were residents of that town, twisted by the evil magicks of the enemy.  Your mission is simply to investigate and determine if we are correct.”

“And if you are?”

Kane spoke around the pipe in his teeth: “If we are correct then the town will be abandoned, its population buried here: man, woman and child.  I will send one of my acolytes with you to consecrate the village square and purify its water source.  By Raeph’s blessings, that is all that should be required.”

Man, woman, and child…  Most of the dead in those trenches had been inhuman at the moment of ambush but became husbands and wives, mothers, fathers, and children again once met by sword or spear.  Knox felt the weight of guilt again but refused to slump in the officers’ presence.

“It should be all that is required,” Kane added, “though I must admit, there is another possibility.  It could be that the fountain of this poison is still hiding in the village, in which case it would fall to you to root it out and destroy it.  Such a source of evil could be a blasphemous sorcerer, an artificer of devilish devices, or possibly… the Prince.”

Knox had no patience for riddles.  “What prince would that be, sir?”

“The Prince of Luster and Decay.  The evil metamorphosis of these victims indicates a corruption indicative of just such a demon.  The Prince is fully capable of creating that horde of beasts from its own foul nature.”

“And if we encounter such a creature, sir?”

“Kill it,” Captain Rosenthal answered sharply.  “And then quickly catch up with us.  I’ll be taking the rest of the company north to Rivertree.  We’ll resupply, reinforce, and check in with the command post there.  I intend to join Colonel Farnsworth’s brigade in the retaking of the Denbury mines.”

Even the thought of leading three soldiers barely old enough to shave against an actual demon was somehow less aggravating than this.

“A noble cause, sir,” Knox growled, “especially since I’ve heard that Colonel Farnsworth has promised ten years of profit sharing from those mines to all officers involved in the operation.”

Rosenthal flushed as red as his tunic.  “Where did you hear that?”

It must be true, then, Knox thought.  Gizzard had overheard the conversation while on watch last night.  “Amazing the benefits that war provides a privileged few, wouldn’t you agree, sir?  Lucky for some that wars exist at all.”

“I can assure you,” Kane said, “that the mines’ value in this war effort far outweighs any personal gain to be had.  And the scriptures teach us: ‘The only reward of value is the blessing of the One God.  It is as grain to the starving and breath to the drowning.  It takes no strength to bear yet outweighs even a hundred bricks of gold.’”

“Reminds me of something I’ve heard, Chaplain,” Knox said.  “‘The desire for wealth is as a rat burrowed deep in the hearts of men: the more it feeds, the larger it becomes and the greater its hunger.’”

Kane arched his eyebrows.  “Impressive, sergeant.  Not a scripture I’m familiar with.  Are you a learned man?”

“No, but Moss was.  Of course he’s dead now.  Too bad he couldn’t stick around long enough to fight for your hundred bricks of gold.”

“Enough!” Rosenthal huffed.  “Just do your job, Sergeant, and bring my men promptly back to me.  You are not to dawdle.  Dismissed!”

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