Monday, January 31, 2011

Elaine Cantrell talks heroines

Elaine Cantrell has dropped by to visit today. Please, make her feel welcome.

Let’s Talk Heroines


Everyone says that if you want people to like your book, they have to like your characters, especially your heroines. I think that must be true because not long ago I read a book where I loathed every single one of the characters. They were all selfish, foolish people who rubbed me the wrong way the minute they spoke. I kept reading the book because I wanted to see if I warmed up to the characters, but I never did. I promise you, I’ll never read that author again. So, what does make a good heroine? I can think of three criteria which turn up over and over in my own writing.

First, she loves with her whole heart, with everything that’s in her. Sometimes she makes mistakes, but she’s never lukewarm about the man she loves. In my coming soon release from Astraea Press, A New Dream, my heroine Violet breaks up with the man she loves because she thinks he’s sleeping with another woman. She grieves his loss so much that her friends and family are concerned for her well-being.

Second, my heroines are strong women in themselves. They love their men and like to be pampered, but they can take care of themselves. Violet works in a bakery, but by the end of the book she opens a catering business. In Return Engagement ( Elizabeth is an actress. In The Welcome Inn ( Julianna is a motel manager.

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Third, they aren’t afraid to take a chance. In Return Engagement Elizabeth takes a big chance. She risks her job and her reputation, and she breaks off an engagement to a fine man just to be with my hero. In A New Dream Violet is willing to take a chance on a man who had a reputation for being buck wild and way too friendly with the ladies. ( Astraea won’t be open until February.)
Now, I’d like to introduce you to Violet Emerson heroine of A New Dream. In this excerpt Violet first meets my hero Matt McCallum. This excerpt is totally unedited, but you can still see what happened at that first meeting.

“Psst, Marjorie, he’s here.”

Marjorie English finished the swirl of yellow roses on the cake in front of her before she answered. “Who’s here, Violet?”

“The new manager,” Violet whispered.

Marjorie wiped her hands on a towel and joined Violet at the front counter. “Poor man,” she compassionately remarked.

“I thought he’d be all scarred up,” Violet confessed, “but from a distance he looks fine.”

“He wasn’t hurt anywhere except his legs.”

Marshall Chapman, the retiring manager of Chef’s Pantry, the largest grocery store in Wellington, had slowed his customary brisk pace to accommodate the limping man beside him. He saw Violet and Marjorie at the bakery counter and paused to introduce them.

“Good morning, ladies. I’d like you to meet your new boss, Matt McCallum. Matt, Marjorie English is the manager of our bakery department, and Violet Emerson is her assistant.”

Matt shook hands with each of the women. “Tomorrow is my brother’s birthday, Mrs. English. My mother asked me to order a cake from you.”

Marjorie smiled at him, the smile she reserved for special people. “What would you like on the cake, Mr. McCallum?”

“Please, call me Matt. She didn’t say what to get. He’s been offered a football scholarship at Tri State Tech, so maybe a football theme.”

“He’ll be playing for my son-in-law, Kurt Deveraux,” Marjorie said.

“Well, how about that? They say he’s a good coach.”

Marjorie just laughed. “We think he is. I believe I’ll let Violet do your cake if that’s okay. She’ll do a nice job for you.”

“That’s fine.”

“Leave it to me,” Violet promised. “I know just the thing.”

Marshall moved the new manager along, so the women went back to work. “I wonder if he has a girl friend?” Violet presently wondered.

“Who? Marshall? I think he’s married,” Marjorie teased.

Violet blushed prettily. “No, Matt McCallum.”

“Handsome, isn’t he?”

“He goes beyond handsome,” Violet fervently declared. “How tall do you think he is?”

“Oh, probably six two or six three,” Marjorie replied as she boxed the cake she had just finished decorating.

“You could see the muscles in his chest through his shirt.”

Marjorie’s eyes twinkled. “I thought you liked brunettes. Matt’s blonde.”

“Well, his hair is a dark blonde,” Violet defended herself, “and his eyes are a pretty shade of blue.”

Marjorie laughed as she removed a pecan pie from one of the store’s big ovens. “Violet, I think you’ve got a crush on the man.”

Violet flushed a pretty pink. “He is awfully sexy. He can’t walk too well, though.”

The grin faded from Marjorie’s face. “He’s lucky to be walking at all the way I hear it. They had to amputate his right leg above the knee, and his left leg was so mangled and crushed he’ll always walk with a limp.”

Violet stared toward the manager’s office even though Matt was nowhere to be seen. “Can you imagine what it must be like for him? He was a big football star. He was going to have the world on a string, and now he can hardly walk.”

“And his brother has a football scholarship. That has to hurt,” Marjorie sadly commented. She tore off a piece of plastic wrap to cover the pecan pie. “Violet, if you like Matt’s looks, why don’t you flirt with him?”

Violet laughed heartily. “I’ll get right on it.”

“I’m serious,” Marjorie insisted. “I know you were a sickly child, but you’re as healthy as a horse now. It’s time for you to stretch your wings and start thinking about a family of your own. Matt McCallum liked what he saw, and so did you.”

Violet cocked her head and thought for a minute. “I doubt he’d have any interest in me, Marjorie.”

“You don’t know until you try,” Marjorie objected. She slapped a sticker on the pie and went to place it on the shelf beside the muffins. She returned to the bakery and said, “You’re like a breath of fresh air in a stuffy room. You aren’t selfish and jaded like a lot of young women I know which is a surprise because your parents were so protective of you when you were younger.” She reached for a bag of sugar. “So, why wouldn’t Matt be interested?”

Violet shrugged and threw up her hands, and Marjorie went to take a birthday cake order from a customer.

Could Marjorie be right? Could Matt McCallum ever take an interest in someone like her? Violet pondered the matter as she pulled out the ingredients she’d need for Matt’s cake. Matt was like a fairy tale prince come to life in a mundane setting like a grocery store.

When she was little, she had a storybook that told the story of Cinderella. The prince had resembled Matt McCallum in so many ways. He was tall and blonde as was Matt, and like Matt he had a handsome face. The prince in the storybook had six pack abs, and from what little she’d seen of Matt, she’d bet he did too.

Of course no matter what Marjorie said, she would never expect someone like him to be interested in her. After all, superstars didn’t date little violets. Oh, she guessed she was pretty; she’d have to be brain dead not to know she looked okay, but shy, gauche girls didn’t attract men like Matt McCallum. It didn’t hurt to daydream about him, though. She’d make him a beautiful cake. She could at least do that much for him.

Great excerpt, so glad you could drop by, Elaine.

Becca, thanks so much for letting me come today. Thanks to your visitors for reading!

Elaine Cantrell -- Hope. Dreams. Life… Love

Monday, January 24, 2011

Meet Amber Scot

The delightful Amber Scott has joined me today to share some interesting tidbits. Be sure to offer a comment or two so she knows you dropped by.

Ten Things You Didn’t Know About Amber Scott

1. On two separate occasions, in two different airports, I missed seeing Richard Simmons sprint past me in his little shorts, entourage and all. Both times I was digging in my purse and everyone saw but me.

2. President George Bush smiled at me in a press conference. Really! I was sixteen, on a journalism conference trip and my aunt worked press at the white house. During a press conference as he scanned the room, talking, his gaze landed on me, grinning ear to ear and he smiled back.

3. I’m the middle child of five girls. My dad used to say, “I always wanted to be surrounded by beautiful women. I just didn’t know they’d be so short!”

4. I was about four years old when I first remember telling my mom I wanted to be a writer. The fact that she took me seriously, even then, is what helped keep my dream alive.

5. I love cats. Dogs, too, but I’m a total cat lady. Right now I’m in deep negotiations with my husband to get two cats. Our previous three did not like having kids in the house and had to be given to new, kid-free homes.

6. I adore the movie Hamlet 2 and think every writer should see it for one particularly oh so true and hilarious scene where the main character is struggling to write. I laugh to tears every time I see it.

7. I’m a brain book self help reading geek. I love reading about metaphysics and neuroscience. I think that real magic exists and it stems from harnessing the power of the human mind and spirit.

8. My book, Play Fling, has been chosen by the Indie Book Collective as the launch book for their new program Bestseller For a Day. This means I’ll have to leap outside of my comfort zone and ask for help from friends and strangers to drive Play Fling up the charts this Valentine’s Day. Eek and Wow!

9. I have a gazillion nicknames. It seems each sister and every friend likes to make their own up. Ambert, Albert, Amber-gini, Amby, Ambro, Ambesol, A-train, A-spice, Amberlina, Ambud, Am, Amburger, Amberguesa, Ambrosia, and the list goes on. My favorite? Whiplash. (I was learning how to drive a stick at the time.)

10. Adrian Grenier, who plays Vinny Chase in HBO’s Entourage, woos me in dreams. Flirting, whispering in my ear, hand holding. But, every time, I wake up before we get to anything good! Darnit!

Funny, Amber, and I love your cover. It is so hot! Thanks for dropping by. Anything else you want to share?

Blurb for Love Lust: Liv Starr craves...and dreads love. Her succubus hunger demands more than human lust for satiation, requiring love, as well. But long-term lust will enslave a human, annihilating who they are, condemning Liv to a perpetual cycle of loss. On the run from the incubus who created this curse, Liv and her best friend desperately hunt for a remedy. Meeting—needing—Justin Sharpe puts her life at risk. She'd rather starve than ruin him. Is death itself the only cure for her Love Lust?

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Friday, January 21, 2011

Untamable is a hit!

Sasha Evins from Got Erotic Romance Reviews had this to say about Untamable.

Becca has done it for me again with Untamable. Her character building is spot on, the chemistry between hero and heroine sizzling, and I was nearly salivating during the lusty love scenes... Cowboys are just plain hot, and throw in some dirty lovin’ and you got yourself a story, but Becca throws in her special pizzazz that makes this work unique. You’ll fall in love with the characters, and by the end you’ll be sorry to say goodbye to them.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Meet Bianca Swan

Please, welcome Bianca Swan. Bianca lives in Texas with her baby grand piano and is very fond of her snazzy little convertible. She has two sons, one of whom lives in England, the other in Texas. She still believes in the power of love—and the power of lust—and enjoys delving into the soul of both the L-Words, bringing to life hot men and the hot women who love them. As a thanks for stopping by, Bianca will give away a download of her spicy vampire novel, Black Swan, and as a second random gift a pen, fridge magnet, and an autographed cover flat that can be used as a book mark. Be sure to leave a comment so she knows you were here. 

Hi Bianca, it’s great to have you with us today. Since this is Meet the Author Monday, why don’t you start by telling us how you came to be a writer.

Thanks, Rebecca, for inviting me to visit your lovely blog. I started writing when I was a teenager, very dark poetry filled with angst (think Twilight here). I wrote a couple of short stories and showed my offerings to an editor at the local newspaper. He trashed my work, and I put my pen down for 20 years. When I read The Vampire Lestat, I said hey I could write something in this genre, and I wrote 700 pages of a vampire novel that is now 300 pages and entitled Sinners Opera. Like most everyone, at first I wrote for myself, then began the quest for publication.

Is there anything about your journey to publication or the profession itself that has surprised you? The length and rocky road of the journey. I won several contests and thought I was on my way. In fact, when I won the GRW Maggie award, Berkley called and said they didn’t publish vampires and asked if I had anything else. Being a complete novice (and fool), I said no! That was in 1992.

Hot Spanish Nights is available now from The Wild Rose Press – Scarlet line. I write for them myself and often get questions about why I write erotic romance. Would you tell readers why you chose this sub-genre over the sweeter stuff? It’s nice in the Wilder garden, isn’t it Rebecca? I like it. You must tell us about your books. Thanks, Bianca. See the side bar.

 As to the question, I don’t think I could write sweet romance. I don’t read sweet romance. There is a flicker of darkness in me, I guess. My other persona writes dark fantasy, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. I wrote my first erotic novella for the Destination Desire line but the word count jumped beyond the limit. I enjoy being able to name body parts (though at first it embarrassed me) because it gives you much more leeway in building a love/sex scene. Needless to say, erotic romance gives the writer the ability to delve deeper into the couple’s sexual relationship. I like to write about obsession and the eroticism of lust. Hot Spanish Nights was my first erotic romance. I have since contracted another erotic novella with The Wild Rose Press.

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When asked, most authors will say that they try to stick to what they know. Are you familiar with the Spanish culture in general or did writing Hot Spanish Nights require a great deal of research? I am very familiar with the Spanish horse having bred them for many years, but I knew nothing of bullfighting, have never visited Spain (top of my to visit list), so I had to do a lot of research. I thoroughly enjoyed learning more about bullfighting.

What about your hero? I sometimes find that the heroes I write about and love because they are perfect for my heroines are not men I would by nature be attracted to. Would a man like Damián make the perfect hero in your own world or is he fabulous because of what he does for Erica? Damian would be a perfect hero in my world. He is handsome, charming and sexy as well as courageous and kind. He is a master horseman and I would want to study riding with him. Lucky Erica!

I so agree. There is just something about a man who can handle a horse. So, if you could pick any actors to play Damián and Erica in a theatrical version of Hot Spanish Nights who would they be? (Of course on stage not film – can’t water down the pull of Spanish horses, hot dances, and sexy dark-haired men. On stage it would be spectacular!) Antonio Banderas would be Damian. Gwynneth Paltrow for Erica, I think.

The music for the Hot Spanish Nights Trailer is fabulous. It sucked me into the moment and the spirit of the tale. Can you tell us a bit about who created the trailer and where readers can find it so they can have the same experience as I did? Thank you, Rebecca! I created my trailer (my first effort) and miraculously it worked. The music is Espana Cani (The Gypsy Dance). A spectacular dance, the Paso Doble, is often performed to this song. The music is also associated with bullfights. In fact, the dance portrays a bullfight. My trailer is available on my blog. There is also a free erotic story on the blog. Please drop by and read The Gatekeepers Cottage and let me know what you think! Bianca’s Blog

How about a blurb and excerpt? Please? My pleasure!

Blurb: Southern vixen Erica DeLongpre journeys to Spain to find the horse of her dreams, never expecting to find a man capable of stirring her sexual awareness. Damián Xeres, a renowned bullfighter is deliciously skilled on a horse–and in bed. But a woman from Damian’s past rattles Erica’s confidence and threatens the very essence of her trip. With Lucia waiting for the slightest chink in her armor, Erica can’t help wonder what lies ahead in those Hot Spanish Nights.

Damián slid to the ground, offered her his right hand, the reins looped through the fingers of his left. In a voice that should be reserved for the bedroom, he invited, "Señorita."

The hunk isn’t wearing underwear.

He didn’t try to hide the enticing shape of his balls and the chiseled head of his cock, exhibited to perfection by his riding breeches. When he saw where she was looking, amusement flashed in his dark eyes. The handsome devil knew she lusted after him. But probably every woman who came within ten feet of the electric charge that was Damián Xérès fell in lust.

He tossed the reins to a stable boy and motioned her ahead of him into the barn’s cool, shadowed hall. Red flowers in aged, wooden sherry barrels lined the brick expanse. Bay, black and gray stallions peered through the brass bars over the half-doors of their stalls. The barn smelled of straw, horses and clean leather.

If Damián were merely an instructor at the famous school, not the eldest son and heir to the sherry empire in Jerez de la Frontera, she might entertain the idea of trying to snag his heart. The Xérès family was famous for fine sherry, award-winning wines and exceptional Andalusian horses. Damián excelled as a rejoneador, fighting the fierce Iberian bulls on horseback. One false move from horse or rider ended the challenge, the bull the victor. The man quite simply had everything—courage, looks, money, talent and to-die-for charm.

And he knew how to use his attributes.

Her gaze traveled from the polished boots hugging muscled calves up the tan riding breeches that fit like a second skin, lingered for a heartbeat at his zipper then continued up his chest. When their eyes met, there was no amusement in the depths of his dark eyes, only heat. She felt as if she would spontaneously combust in the Spanish sun.

Nice. Anything else you would like to share? The title of my upcoming Scarlet Rose release is Celestial Sin. I’m very excited about this story (aren’t we always excited about each of our children) because angels seem to be the new wave as vampires have been. Celestial Sin is the story of an angel, injured in the Second War in Heaven, who plummets to Earth, falls in love and wants to stay there. Here a blurb.

Essie McBane set her standards high. She had hoped that one day she’d find her dream man, but didn’t expect him to be a warrior angel with chestnut curls and a heavenly body. Cam-ael, an angel of the Order of the Powers, had never considered mortal sin until he was wounded in the Second War in Heaven and plummeted into Essie’s arms. The most difficult task of his long existence will be to convince her that he is willing to fall from grace to win her love.

Hot Spanish Nights is available from The Wild Rose Press. Please visit Bianca at

Monday, January 3, 2011

Meet Robert Roman

Juxtaposition: Crossing Genre Lines

Hi. My name is Bob. I’m a storyteller. As such, I’m a student of the human condition, since humans are essential to stories. Some of you will say ‘That’s not true!’ But that’s not what I’m here to talk about today. Instead, I’m going to talk about Literature and Economics and Psychology. If we’re both lucky, I’ll make you laugh. If we’re even luckier, you’ll like the way I write and maybe go look up other things I’ve written.

One of the most thought provoking books I’ve read in the last decade has got to be Terry Pratchett’s The Science of Discworld. In typical Pratchett fashion, the book is both entertaining and chock full of interesting tidbits of philosophy. Actually, this one is even more full than most. The thing that keeps coming back to me lately is his discussion in chapter six, where he talks about how human beings like clear lines of demarcation, about how we like things to be this or that, with no gray area in between.

I’ll get to why in a little bit. The thing that keeps coming back to me lately is his discussion in chapter six, where he talks about how human beings like clear lines of demarcation.

OK, he talks about it in more places than that, but that’s the first place where he mentions it specifically. Moving on.

When I sold my first story to Decadent Publishing this past summer, I really thought the hard part was over. “After all”, I thought, “everyone who reads my novella thinks it’s just dandy.” I’ve since encountered some who don’t, but the overwhelming weight has been with folks who tell me some variation of ‘I enjoyed reading this’. The best so far has been ‘I enjoyed reading this so much that I have begun reading a genre I previously eschewed’. Yeah. Cue the giddy “SQUEE!” Everything’s golden, right?

Those of you who are published (and some of you who aren’t but study the industry) know this is manifestly Not The Case. There is Promotion to be done. I need to tell people about my book. “But Bob!” some of you are saying “Everyone who read it liked it! It must sell well!” Trouble is, even if every person reading one of my stories experienced continuous rapturous joy while doing so, until they are reading they aren’t getting that joy, and they have to spend money before they get to see if joy exists on those pages or not. Worse, from my perspective, are the hordes of inconsiderate folks saying that their story produces just such joy, when it manifestly does not.

I seem to be in a Python mood, so ‘on to something completely different’. As Eric Flint pointed out in his Salvoes Against Big Brother, the biggest problem a writer has is connecting to an audience that likes his work. Every reader likes something different. Every author has readers out there who will think what they’ve written is literary manna from heaven. The trouble (from both sides of this quandary, really) is finding them; for the author, finding his readers; for the reader, finding the authors that produce the type of writing they like.

Defining a type of writing is hard. Defining a type of story is easy. Not really, but this is another Pratchett concept from Science of Discworld, the Lie-To-Consumers. Thus, to answer the completely natural question of “What type of story do you like?” we create the entirely artificial concept of “Genre.” Once you have “Genre,” you can then subdivide again and again and again. Because while the concept is artificial, and as Joel Spolsky would say, the abstraction is leaky, it holds enough conceptual water to be useful, which is the only real criterion we as a species have for whether we keep something or not.

Which makes one wonder about why we like fiction so much, but that’s another essay.

At any rate, because readers want to find books they like, and humans like clear demarcations (TOLD you I would come back to it), we wind up with the leaky but useful abstraction of genre, which is the driving force behind a lot of the promotional tools currently out there. Do you write Romance? Put your title on the Romance lists! Paranormal Romance? There’s a site for that. OK, LOTS of sites for that. In fact, for just about any genre out there, there are sites dedicated to it.

Now, here’s where I run into a personal dilemma. As I’ve said, most who read my stories like them, the trouble is getting people to pick them up and read them. The trouble, in case you haven’t guessed from the title and my words so far, is that my stories cross genre lines.

With wild abandon.

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Take Fae Eye for the Golem Guy. Please. Go get one. Try it. You’ll like it. I swear, when I get enough stories in my backlist, I’m going to pick one and ask Lisa and Heather to make it permanently free, a la the Baen Free Library. Then I’m going to advert “the first one is always free” because while drug dealers are horrible awful criminals, as Id Software showed us, their business model works, and yeah my writing is that addictive.

Didn’t I tell you authors are narcissistic? Oh. Yeah. Forgot that. Many of us are. It’s one possible defense mechanism against putting something intensely personal in the public eye. Moving on.

Fae Eye for the Golem Guy is officially on the site as Comedy, Fantasy, Urban fantasy, and Steampunk. Unlisted but implied are Paranormal Romance and Erotic content since it has a Heat Rating. It’s got Tattooed Elves, Gay Pixies, Heroic Golems, and Evil Socialites. I don’t think anyone who has read Fae Eye would argue against any of those things being IN the story.


It’s not a laugh a minute farce, so purists will tell you it’s not Comedy. It doesn’t have a heroine with gratuitous tattoos and heaps of weaponry or magic or both, so some people will nix the Urban Fantasy moniker. By word count, only maybe fifty percent of the story involves characters mooning about, and there is almost no angst, which some would say means it’s not Romance. There is Erotic content in the story, but it’s only one scene in the denouement, so as PJ tells me so often, I don’t write Erotica.


Even though I’ve had at least one person tell me each of the descriptors is wrong, none of them have told me it’s a bad story. So like all the other published but not yet popular authors out there, I’m still searching for my audience.

Anyhow, moving AWAY from my personal dilemma back to the wider world, crossing genres can be tough for any author. Some authors won’t do it, chopping their stories mercilessly to keep them within a single genre. Some publishers won’t carry those cross-genre books because they’re ‘too risky’.

OK, personal again for a moment. THANKS LISA! THANKS HEATHER!

But let’s, just for a moment, take a second to think about the books which, at the time they were written, crossed genre lines. From newest to oldest, just the ones I can think of off the top of my head:

Laurell K Hamilton’s Anita Blake series. Prior to this one, I don’t recall seeing Paranormal Romance on the shelves in bookstores. Urban Fantasy, yes. Romance, yes. But it was too risky to combine the two; mainstream Fantasy readers didn’t want icky girl stuff, and mainstream Romance readers didn’t want hocus pocus. Yeah. Right.

Mercedes Lackey’s Elves on the Road series. Again, prior to this one I don’t recall seeing too many things I would define as Urban Fantasy. Yeah, there may have been a few, but this is the one I remember blowing the doors open for Urban Fantasy to become its own genre, instead of a few lovely lonely orphans shoehorned in amongst the swords and sorcery.

Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern. Science Fiction, but cleverly wrapped up as Fantasy. There are others out there, I know, but this is the one that showed me, as a reader, that genre didn’t matter. Good writing mattered. This one didn’t exactly spawn its own genre, but for a while the entire boundary between Science Fiction and Fantasy wobbled like a Jello mold.

Piers Anthony did the same with… Ok, about half of everything he wrote. Xanth is fantasy. Bio of a Space Tyrant is Science Fiction. The rest? Science Fantasy. Speculative Fiction. That last utterance, for those of you who don’t remember, was a Phrase of Power, although whether it was deifically good or infernally evil is still a matter of debate in some circles.

Bringing this back around, and pulling off the BIGGEST genre cross of all, Pratchett did this with nothing less than Non-Fiction (that which IS) and Fiction (that which IS NOT) in the aforementioned Science of Discworld. Now those are some stones. Talking about how humans think, delving into every major branch of science I can think of, and then merging all that seamlessly with a story about wizards living on a flat world riding on the back of a turtle. Best of all, he winds up making it seem as if these two things are not unrelated.

Man, I wish I could do that.

OK, Bromance Love Fest over. On to the obligatory plugs. If you’ve been at all amused by this meandering about genre and publishing and whatnot, please take a moment to check out my stories at Decadent Publishing. You’ll be glad you did! If you’re not sure if you liked this essay, here’s a hint for you: if you’ve read this far, you either amused or morbidly fascinated. This has gone on longer than some short stories I’ve seen.


Finally, a CONTEST! Because everybody likes a contest. In the comments, tell me your favorite genre. On or around the 17th, I’ll put all the names in a hat, have Lucien pick one out, and the lucky winner will get a free copy of one my stories, whichever one tickles their interest the most! That’s right, you could win a copy of Road Mage, or Fae Eye for the Golem Guy, or The Strange Fate of Capricious Jones, or A Christmas Evening Vigil! (or even something new if I’ve got something new out by then).


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