Sunday, March 19, 2017

It's Undead!





I managed to convince Amazon that I indeed own the right to Spirit Sanguine, and the book is back on the shelves in a shiny new cover. 

Unfortunately, I lost all my old Amazon reviews in the process. In hopes of garnering new ones I have the book on Instafreebie until Apri 2. 

Friday, March 17, 2017

Everything Old Is New Again


Due to the closing of Samhain Publishing the rights of several books return to me. I plan to republish them with new covers. Last Stop and the Sanguine books are on top of the list. I expect to put those three back on the virtual shelves in March. The Secrets series will follow over the spring and Summer.

After some consideration I decided to keep them in Kindle Unlimited for now, so they'll be only available on Amazon. I submitted Spirit Sanguine a few days ago but it's still "under review."

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Free Books, Woohoo!


It's only a few days to the infamous Black Friday when–at least in the US–bloodthirsty hordes invade shopping outlets in frenzied search of bargain. Being of puny constitution I do my shopping online, and there's no better deal then free. Click on the banner above for a cornucopia of m/m books.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Dead and Very Lost


I fail at promo. I have a new book out but I haven't sent copies to review sites, flogged it to death on Facebook or twitter, or even made a blog post about it until now. I have no excuse.

Somehow Dead and Lost managed to become an ARe bestseller–no idea how that happened. It's Amazon ranking isn't too horrible either.

Dead and Lost is the third installment in the confusingly numbered L.A. Paranormal series about Leander, the psychic pet detective and his grumpy roommate-slash-lover, Jon. This time the story is told from Leander's point of view. It picks up some time after the last book, Dead in the Desert left off. Leander finally caved in and agreed to help Cora to find out how the child's skeleton ended up in a shallow grave in the desert. Immediately they run into trouble.

Excerpt:

I stood in a cold room, eyes and head bowed, cradling a child’s skull in my hands. It must’ve been quite a picture—scrawny blond guy doing creepy stuff—but I was too busy dumping conscious thought from my mind to consider my self-image. As the thoughts went they took with them the scent of disinfectants and the chill, and the heat of the Mojave desert flowed in.

The part of my consciousness that stayed on guard knew it was all in my head but I felt the sun beating down on my skin and the coarse dirt under my feet as vividly as on the day we’d found the body. The boy’s essence—spirit if you will—trickled in to fill the empty spaces. Time passed backwards and I felt cold again, but an organic sort, full of the sounds of animals scurrying under the night sky. Burrowing insects were going about their business all around me in the soil.

But these were only the memories of the bones, not the child’s. I tugged on them gently, hoping they’d lead me back further, to the moment of death at least, but instead they frayed into nothing, and I was left alone in a bright room at the Los Angeles County Morgue, clasping a skull.
Well, not completely alone. Detective Cora Bennet stared at me, anticipation in her eyes and notepad poised in her hand. She knew the answer the moment our gazes met, but only the smallest slump of her shoulders showed her disappointment.

“Sorry, got nothing,” I said, confirming her hunch.

“Too long in the ground?”

“Maybe.” I put the skull back into the cardboard box, next to the rest of the bones, as gently as I could.

“Maybe?” Cora’s brown eyes were sharp but warm. She made me think of my mom, even though I’d been too young when she’d died to remember her by anything but photos and psychic impressions she’d left behind in our home. Cora had the same gentle but firm quality about her. “What is it?” she pushed.
I put the lid of the box back in place while herding my fuzzy impressions and stray ideas into a coherent bunch. “Well, you know, it’s the emotions that make a lasting mark,” I started.

“And nothing causes stronger emotions than dying violently,” she added.

“Exactly. So I’m thinking, maybe I can’t pick up anything because he died peacefully. No trauma. It’s at least a good thing, right?” We both knew a small child didn’t just end up buried in the middle of the desert without foul play, but I liked to believe he didn’t suffer. The alternative was that my talents simply crapped out on us. Psyching wasn’t exactly a science.

“Hm.” Cora put her notepad away. “Let’s go, Leander.” Most people called me Lea, but for some reason Cora stuck to my full first name.

She turned and I followed her, eager to be out of the morgue. The truth to be told, I hadn’t wanted to be there in the first place. I’d had human remains spill their secrets to me before, but they’d all been adults. I’d dreaded to do the same with a child, and this is why I’d dragged my feet after Cora had first asked me. I’d hoped she’d solve the case without me. To her credit, she hadn’t pressed, but after two months guilt got the better of me and I offered my services.

Cora blinked up at the crisp blue sky as we stepped outside—September was drawing close with nice, warm weather. I had a notion she didn’t much like coming here either. “What are you in the mood for?” she asked, heading for the car. I knew she meant lunch.
Psyching generally made me tired and hungry, though the effects were minimal this time, probably because I’d barely done any of it. I said as much as I dropped into the passenger seat. “If you just take me home, I’ll be fine.”

She put the car in gear. “No way, Jose. I’ve been told in no uncertain terms to feed you after…your thing. I wouldn’t dare to disobey.”

I had a good idea who talked to her. “It was Jon, wasn’t it? He’s a bit bossy.” Warmth spread through me faster than wildfire in August at the mere thought of my Grumpy Bear. I imagined the scene—Jon giving instructions and out-gruffing Cora. He was a champion gruffer, but I knew the truth—he was all care and compassion inside. I probably didn’t deserve him, I planned to keep him for good anyway.

Fortunately, Cora’s attention was on the traffic and didn’t notice me grinning like an idiot.

“Yes, your boyfriend and I had a long chat,” she admitted. “To be honest, you could use some more meat on your bones. Is it true you used to live on toast and Ramen noodles?” She could’ve only learned this from Jon.

“And sandwiches. I’m an expert sandwich maker. Did Jon mention that?” I huffed.

“It didn’t come up. I don’t know about you, but I could murder some Pad Thai.”

“Sounds good. I know a good place in Pasadena,” I added, since we were going to end up there anyway, as she had to drive me home.

She nodded and made for the freeway.

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Wednesday Word: Conker



conker |ˈkäNGkərnounBrit. the hard shiny dark brown nut of a horse chestnut tree.• (conkerstreated as sing. ] a children's game in which each child has a conker on the end of a string and takes turns trying to break another's with it.
I Had no idea conker was another name for horse chestnut until I came across "dead rat conkers" reading Terry Pratchett. I missed these guys from the old country–when I was growing up they were everywhere. The trees lined majors streets, their cones of white flowers signaling spring, and their seeds littering parks and sidewalks in the autumn. When the spiky pods open the seeds that emerge are warm brown and shiny–irresistible for small children. Unfortunately, the shine dulls within a few days.


Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Wednesday Word: Tiffin



tiffin |ˈtifinnounIndian or dated light meal, especially lunch.ORIGIN early 19th cent.apparently from dialect tiffingsipping, of unknown origin.
I don't remember where I picked up this word, but it must've been something British.

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Wednesday: Penumbra


penumbra |peˈnəmbrənoun (pl. penumbrae |-brē-brīor penumbrasthe partially shaded outer region of the shadow cast by an opaque object.• Astronomy the shadow cast by the earth or moon over an area experiencing a partial eclipse.• Astronomy the less dark outer part of a sunspot, surrounding the dark core.DERIVATIVES penumbral |-brəladjectiveORIGIN mid 17th cent.modern Latin, from Latinpaene almost + umbra shadow.
Not all shadows are created equal.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Wednesday Word: Ruminant


ruminant |ˈro͞omənəntnounan even-toed ungulate mammal that chews the cud regurgitated from its rumen. The ruminants comprisethe cattle, sheep, antelopes, deer, giraffes, and their relatives.
a contemplative person; a person given to meditation.
adjectiveof or belonging to ruminants.
ORIGIN mid 17th cent.: from Latin ruminant- chewing over again, from the verb ruminari, from rumen throat (see rumen.
So if someone says "You're such a ruminant!" they're either calling you a sheep or a deep thinker. Perhaps all sheep are deep thinkers.


Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Wednesday Word: Celerity

celerity |səˈleritēnoun archaic or literary swiftness of movement.ORIGIN late 15th cent.: from Old French celerite, from Latin celeritas, from celer swift.
Sometimes I wonder how and why word usage changes. I can understand "landau" going out of fashion, but what was wrong with "celerity"? Aside from sounding like a root vegetable.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Wednesday Word: Brumous


brumous |ˈbrəməsadjective literary foggy; wintry.ORIGIN mid 19th cent.: from French brumeux, from late Latin brumosus (from bruma winter).
That's the local scene from about a month ago—it gets foggy in my 'hood once in a few years. Currently it's summer in LA with sunny skies and temperatures in the eighties. Not a drop of rain in sight. El Niño has been a big disappointment so far.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Cover-Off

Jordan Castillo Price is one of the first m/m authors I read, and she is part of the reason I started writing in the genre. So not surprisingly, I was a tad nervous meeting her in person at the Atlanta GRL, even though we had interacted only plenty times before. Fortunately, she was cool, and a little crazy, and we hit it off.

Jordan and I both design book covers too, and it's nice to have someone to talk shop with. It was her idea to do a design-off—both of us coming up with an original book cover using the same basic elements. These are the final result. Guess who did which one.

       

See the whole creative process in action on JCP's web page.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Wednesday Word: Tiffin

tiffin |ˈtifinnounIndian or dated a light meal, especially lunch.ORIGIN early 19th cent.: apparently from dialect tiffing sipping, of unknown origin.
So very British. I think I spotted it in a Ngaio Marsh novel.

Monday, October 26, 2015

EPIC Cover


I'm usually terrible at entering competitions—too clueless to know about them, and lazy to do something about the few I know—but for once got my shit together enough to enter a couple of my cover designs to EPIC. One of them was chosen to be a finalist. This is the full print version of the cover:


The book's not m/m but straight-up mystery. Most of the covers I design are not even romance, and I like the variety. The concept came from the author, as it's generally the case. It has more individual elements than any cover I've done so far. This is where it begun:


Yes, it was a bit of work putting it all together. :P

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Wednesday Word: Propinquity

propinquity |prəˈpiNGkwətēnounthe state of being close to someone or something; proximity: he kept his distance as though afraid propinquity might lead him into temptation.technical close kinship.ORIGIN late Middle English: from Old French propinquité, from Latin propinquitas, from propinquus near, from prope near to.
I acquired this word curtesy of P.G. Wodehouse. Propinquity, desired and otherwise, is a major theme of his books. And pigs.

Characters in British books have such great names. Like Gussy Fink-Nottle. American books suffer from a shortage of Fink-Nottles and the like. Somebody much more assiduous than me could do a scholarly research about the relationship between national character and naming of fictional characters. I've often wondered how Terry Pratchett named the denizens of Discworld.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Guest Post by Edmond Manning

How Much Research?

Tomorrow, I sit with a panel of authors at the Great Northwest Meet-Up devoted to how authors research their books. I imagine one of the big questions will be, “How much is enough?” Like most expert panelists, I will default to the safe answer:  “I don’t know. It depends. What are you writing?”
Maybe I shouldn’t answer based on personal experience. I mean, I’ve done some crazy shit researching books.
  • In Marin County, California, I bought a giant cooler so I could fill it with food and rope it to rocks jutting out of the ocean. This was an almost impossible task. And I was almost swept out to sea, so dangerous AND stupid.
  • One summer, I bought a dozen ears of corn and spray-painted them each with a wide variety of fluorescent green paints. When these tests were concluded, I drove into the country to visit actual corn fields and spray-paint corn stalks to see which combination of paint and sparkles glowed in the dark. I painted at sunset and then came back hours later to conduct my tests.
  • I convinced my employer to let me move to New York City for a month so I could research what it’s like to live in the city. I lived in a tiny studio apartment and slept on a mattress on the floor.
  • While in New York, I pretended to be homeless for a day, begging for change on Wall Street, so I could capture the experience in writing (as much as one can after one day).


I’m willing to go quite far. Maybe even too far. But how much book research is enough?
It depends.
There are a couple questions an author should answer before deciding how much to invest.
  1. Is the physical setting important? Follow-up question:  Does the exact time frame (year, month, day) matter in this physical setting?
  2. Are you inventing a world? Follow-up question:  What does the audience expect in your world?
  3. How familiar is the audience with the environment of the novel?
I’ll answer each one. Maybe these answers provide something more concrete than “it depends.”
1.  Is the physical setting important?
The obvious answer is, yes, of course it is. But is it really? If your book takes place in Paris, France, you must ask yourself if the readers want to know that Rue des Barres is cobblestone, unlike its intersecting street, Rue Francois Miron. Does that matter? Or do your readers want to know that your main character “…strolled down a cobblestone street, admiring the cathedral gargoyles on either side who showered stone glares down upon him.”
There is no right answer here, just this question: are you going for accuracy or are you going for mood?
Readers enjoy Tom Clancy novels because of his unswerving dedication to describing every deck—every bolt—of a military-grade warship. They WANT accuracy. If you’re writing a thriller, and the secret documents are buried under a national landmark, every detail matters:  the number of rooms, the year it was built, the security measures, etc. Readers want to believe in your accuracy.
But if they’re reading for mood….
Mood is created by a combination of accurate details and invented ones. Too much accuracy and you don’t create a mood. For example:  “Babe, I picked up groceries for our romantic dinner. I got some organic, gluten-free noodles from a company that sponsors the right political candidates, cage-free, locally sourced eggs from a farm that treats its chickens humanely and does not feed them ground up chicken beaks, butter with no trans-fatty acids…”
One hundred percent factual and accurate. And horribly dull.
Follow-up question:  does the exact time frame (year, month, day) matter in this physical setting?
If it does, it means you’re trying to capture a very specific mood which is essential for the story. Great! Be sure to capture those exact details which make it different from what was before and what came after.
In King John, I wrote about Burning Man in 2002. The year mattered. In 2002, Burning Man was roughly twelve years old, and was well established as an insane costume party in the desert. Crowds were up to roughly 30,000. Massive, but not the overwhelming 75,000 crowd event it was in 2014. More importantly, some of the deep criticisms that began in 2004 and grew through 2008 had not yet surfaced. Beginning in those years (and continuing into more recent years), burners felt the event had become too corporate, too top-heavy with bureaucracy, had imposed too many restrictive rules. The unpopular 2007 raffle for admission tickets created furious outrage among dedicated attendees.
The year 2002 is important because it’s possible to highlight the art, the music, the wild freedom and exploration at a time before more serious disgruntling began. (Disgruntling is completely a legitimate word. Do research. Look it up.)
One caveat to discussing the exact year or month. Usually, the important details are expressed in atmosphere and mood. If I have my narrator say, “Burning Man at this time isn’t so corporate,” that’s telling, not showing. (Also, how does he know what’s going to happen in the future?) You’ve got to do your research and then find a way to show your research, not tell it.
2.  Are you inventing a world?
In 2014, I wrote a short story for the Goodreads M/M Romance Group event, Don’t Read in The Closet. The title was Broken Phoenix. I found this writing activity to be a lovely diversion from writing my series, which requires a lot of detailed research. Once I started writing, what surprised me was how much MORE research I had to do for a fake, invented world. As the world’s creator, I needed to understand and explain why the rocks on the ground lit up from the inside, how many kilometers between important geographic milestones, why the sky was the color it was. Why was the planet’s dog moon broken? Why was it called the dog moon?
One of the oddest things I had to “research,” was the exact process a phoenix goes through as it bursts into legendary flame. My main character (a phoenix) could not “flame on,” so I had to explore and explain where he broke down. What didn’t happen? Chemical malfunction? Did he not secrete the right hormones? Was he inhibited by some mental anguish, such as lack of confidence? My beta readers asked me questions I could not answer. Until I answered them, my readers were not happy.
Just because there’s no Wikipedia entry for your made-up world, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. You have to “research” all the origin stories, the languages, the technology (or lack of technology). Do you have to communicate it all? No. Do you have to communicate all the details of this world in the first paragraph of your story? No. Only do that if you’re a terrible writer. But you must have worked through these details either in drafts or in your head.
Follow-up question:  What does the audience expect in your world?
In reading the reviews for Broken Phoenix, I learned a curious thing. I had written a shifter story. Any being that can transform into something else (like a bird into fire and then back to bird form), is a shifter. Seriously, I had no idea. I don’t read shifter fiction. (I didn’t know the word “shifter.”) But apparently, there are a lot of expectations in shifter fiction.
Broken Phoenix was criticized for not giving the more detailed explanations in the backstory that shifter fiction traditionally provides. I did not provide the entire history of these shifters. I did not explain how they could or could not shift into other animals. Why birds? I did not explain (deliberately in this case) how phoenix traveled between worlds.
I would argue that, as an author, I can provide (or not provide) whatever details I want. If you don’t see what you were expecting, tough luck. It’s my story. That’s a pretty shitty attitude, however. Authors are in relationship with their readers. I had no idea I would frustrate readers who might have otherwise loved the story. I know now! In the rewrites for that story (a second edition), I’m answering some of the questions that I did not address in the first edition.
This isn’t just an issue of creativity. It’s research.
3.  How familiar is the audience with the environment of the novel?
If your audience might know San Francisco quite well—and you’re writing about San Francisco—you could get yourself in trouble. Well, unless you do your research. Again, you may not have to know which streets are cobblestone, but you should know how long it takes to get from Chinatown to the Golden Gate Bridge, or from which buildings you can see the bay. Details.
I myself find research difficult, so I cheated.
My cheat? Well, my first book, King Perry, was set in San Francisco. I needed the book set in a time before cell phones were ubiquitous, so I chose the year 1999. I benefited from the fact that very few people could argue some of the city’s details with me. Ha! Can’t catch me with inaccurate building names for a city that existed in 1999! Another way I cheated is in the excerpt below. Vin and his weekend guest, Perry, drive up to a fancy hotel in the financial district.
"This chain isn't performing well financially," Perry says at last. "Their San Francisco location was a big investment, and first and second quarters were far below expectations. They could close this site before Q4."
"Is this big news on Wall Street?"
"Yeah," he says, uncertainly.
I watch him and wait.
He continues with a quick blush, "People in the bank are talking, because they want to see the duck parade before the hotel closes."
After the book was published, several readers emailed to tell me that there was “no big fancy chain with a duck parade in San Francisco.” I agreed and reminded them that Perry had mentioned the chain wasn’t doing well in San Francisco. They said, “Oh, that’s right…” That was back in 1999. I explained that in my imagination, the hotel closed down.
Ha.
Research problem solved! Fake hotel demolished!
In the end, the solutions to research issues are all about your relationship with your readers. What do they want? How much do they need to believe? Where can they suspend disbelief? At what point do they shake their heads and say, “You’ve gone too far.”
It’s surprising, what matters to people. In King John, I referenced art that was displayed in 2002. I included historical events from that year’s Burning Man. Still, someone emailed me to say, “You never once mentioned where the Porta Potties were.”
Perhaps some research details are best left unshared.
If you’re attending the Great Northwest Meet-Up tomorrow, come visit our research panel! I’m joined by Anne Tenino, Ethan Day, and Jove Belle. We’re speaking from 11:10 am–12:00 noon, on the fourth floor in Room 5. We’d love to see you.
Oh, and feel free to ask me how to make a stalk of corn glow in the dark.
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Edmond Manning is the author of the romance series, The Lost and Founds. The books in this series include King Perry, King Mai (a 2014 Lambda Literary finalist), The Butterfly King, and King John. King John takes place at Burning Man.
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Giveaway!
Winner’s Prize: An eBook copy of King John
(Leave a Comment here and then click the link below)
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Where to get your copy of King John:
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About King John:
English attorney Alistair Robertson can’t quite believe an astonishing tale of kingship and transformation he hears at Burning Man, the annual counter-culture art festival in the Black Rock desert. Who are the Found Kings? Is “being kinged” as magical as it sounds?
Determined to find the mysterious garage mechanic named Vin who helps men “remember who they were always meant to be,” Alistair catches his quarry amid the extravagant sculptures, fire worshipers, mutant cars, and lavish costumes. After searching for three years, he’ll finally get to ask the question burning inside him: “Will you king me?”
Wandering together through the desert, Vin Vanbly and Alistair explore Burning Man’s gifting culture and exotic traditions, where they meet the best and worst of their fellow burners. Alistair’s overconfidence in Vin’s manipulative power collides with Vin’s obsessive need to save a sixteen-year-old runaway from a nightmarish fate, and the two men spiral in uncontrollable, explosive directions.
In this fourth adventure of The Lost and Founds, beneath the sweltering summer sun and the six billion midnight stars, one truth emerges, searing itself on their hearts: in the desert, everything burns.
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King John Blog Tour:

Mon, Sept 7            My Fiction Nook
Mon, Sept 7            AJ Rose Books            pre-release excerpt #1
Tues, Sept 8            Thorny, Not Prickly            pre-release excerpt #2
Wed, Sept 9            Love Out Loud            pre-release excerpt #3
Thurs, Sept 10            Facebook Release Party, 7p-9p Central, hosted by Bike Book Reviews
Fri, Sept 11            Reviews by Amos Lassen
Sat, Sept 12            Vanessa North.com

Tues, Sept 15            MM Good Book Reviews
Wed, Sept 16            The Novel Approach
Thurs, Sept 17            Purple Rose Tea House
Fri, Sept 18            Posy Roberts.com
Sat, Sept 19            Zipper Rippers

Tues, Sept 22            Joyfully Jay
Wed, Sept 23            Boys In Our Books
Thurs, Sept 24            It’s About the Book
Fri, Sept 25            Lou Harper.com
Sat, Sept 26            Love Bytes Reviews
Sun, Sept 27            Sinfully Addicted to Male Romance

Mon, Sept 28            Josephine Myles.com
Tues, Sept 29            Molly Lolly
Wed, Sept 30            Coffee and Porn in the Morning
Wed, Sept 30            Stumbling Over Chaos
Thurs, Oct 1            The Blogger Girls Reviews
Sat, Oct 3            Because Two Men Are Better Than One

Sun, Oct 4            The Hat Party!
Fri, Oct 2            Jessewave
Mon, Oct 5            Prism Book Alliance
Tues, Oct 6            Jaycee Edward.com
Wed, Oct 7            Hearts on Fire Book Reviews


Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Wednesday Word: Pawl


pawl |pôl
nouna pivoted curved bar or lever whose free end engages with the teeth of a cogwheel or ratchet so that the wheel or ratchet can only turn or move one way.• each of a set of short stout bars that engagewith the whelps and prevent a capstan, windlass, or winch from recoiling.ORIGIN early 17th cent.: perhaps from Low German and Dutch pal (related to pal fixed).
One of those things you never knew what they were—like the metal bit at the end of shoestrings. The things for which the words thingamajig and whatchamacallit were invented.