Valentine's Day Sale & New release updates!
Valentine’s Day Sale!
Valentine’s Day is a holiday I will always dislike, but I decided to at least make the day a little more interesting. While many romance novels will surely be going on sale, I’ve got a little promotion planned of my own, and it isn’t related to romance.
I’m having my first sale for Everything Is Wonderful Now, my debut novel that is currently sitting at 4.8/5 stars on Amazon. This book is close to my heart, so if you haven’t read it yet, or you’ve been on the fence, now is your chance to get it for only 99 cents.
You can find out more about the book here on its page, which includes a trailer, summary, and content warnings. Otherwise, here’s the gist:
The Sequel is almost here!
Yes, I’m finally getting a move on with the sequel to Everything Is Wonderful Now. Titled Open Wound, it’s darker and more adult, but it follows the natural progression from where the first book leaves off. It’ll be with my editor soon, so there is still some work to be done to fine tune it, but I’m hoping for a release date sometime this summer. I’ll send out another newsletter as soon as more progress is made.
For now, I’ve set up a page for Open Wound, but consider it a preview. The cover is a placeholder and may be subject to change, but hopefully not much (I’m a little in love with it). You can find a trailer on the page as well as a summary and content warnings.
Here’s an exclusive peek at the first chapter of Open Wound:
Was it merely sleep, or finally the death I craved?
All around me was darkness, and the sound of a faint ticking met my ears as whispering emanated from the distance.
In every dream thus far when I’d died, I either woke up or everything faded to white. In a haunting memory of one particular death dream, I was shot and although I didn’t remember feeling the true pain of the impact, I blinked and was on the ground. It was night in a city apartment and the attacker had fled. Slowly, everything faded to white, and I lay there on my stomach just staring into a white abyss. As I died in the dream, I felt the release. It was orgasmic, but without the heat and a racing heart. It was also gentle, and my astral body was lifted while my physical form remained on the ground of the white abyss, just staring into nothing. It had been silent. I wasn’t afraid then. It was nothingness. This didn’t appear to be another dream, however.
In the darkness where I currently existed, it felt much more alive than any lucid dream I’d had. The ground was soft, despite feeling like I was floating. When I reached out, I was able to push myself up until I stood in my worn black and white Converse and looked out into the stygian darkness. I opened my mouth to speak, but I was lost for words. I might have mistaken the void as the coldness of space itself, but out there among the planets and the stars, there wouldn’t be the incessant ticking of a clock that was just loud enough to drive me mad.
I walked forward, not sure what to expect. I was certain I wasn’t dead because my heart beat as it always had, and I breathed normally despite the heavy atmosphere. It was as if an invisible force had compressed everything to exist in a way that was just necessary. Nothing more and nothing less.
A warped whisper circled my head and I stopped. Searching the darkness brought no answers, and I stepped in whatever direction I’d been facing. It was then that I saw it with its dull lamplight that barely illuminated its black robe. It seemed to bleed into the darkness as it crept closer, the ticking coming with it. I shivered. The temperature grew colder with every step of the figure until it came close enough for me to make out its ancient and damaged skull of a head.
I had rarely felt fear like that before. With the figure’s bony face settling mere inches from my own, the dark recesses in the skull’s eye sockets appeared to have no end. It was as if the thing was made of the void itself, and the void existed as the being did — in tandem but never apart.
“Are you Death?” I managed to finally mumble. A vein in my neck pulsated. My limbs grew cold from the wintry frost surrounding us.
The being emitted a death rattled moan before lifting the dim candle-lit lamp. With its other thin, pale hand covered in parchment-like skin, it reached beneath the neck of its black shroud to produce a tarnished silver pocket watch. It pressed the top button and the face flicked open to reveal a slowly ticking hand.
It stopped.