Christmas in July! Chasing Christmas Past FREE July 1st-5th

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Hi everyone!

I'm not quite sure if I love on the sun or in Florida these days so I decided to throw a Christmas in July celebration! Through the 5th, you can catch Chasing Christmas Past (steampunk romantic adventure), my Airship Racing Chronicles short story, FREE!!

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The Mermaid's Den by Ella Malone Now Available!

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

About the Novel:

Laura and Tom Flynn married after she fell for him hook, line, and sinker — literally. Finding Laura in his fishing net had been a shock for Tom, but one he came to embrace as they quickly fell in love. For fifteen years, they have lived and worked by the sea, and Laura hasn’t thought once of what she left behind when she chose to marry Tom. She doesn’t regret giving up her mermaid form. It wasn’t a sacrifice. It was a good decision, and one she had to make to survive.  

Now, with Tom missing at sea, Laura faces a decision she swore she’d never consider. In order to search for Tom and his crew, she must become a mermaid again and face the demons of the deep that she eagerly dodged when trading in her tail. Or she can stay on land and continue her life, but without Tom?

Does she enjoy her future alone, without the man she loves, or face her fears and her past in the ocean? Either way, nothing will be the same for her again.


I stood ankle deep in the tidal pools of Southern Point Beach, the spot where Tom proposed.

The waves lapped at my legs, cold against the humid air. The rain slapped the water and bounced back, stinging my face and arms. I felt awake, alive.
As I walked deeper into the dark water, looking at the horizon, the ocean and sky merged into a blue-black mat, calling me, daring me to find where they met.  I continued deeper, feeling the sea embrace me, rolling around my waist before I dove to meet it. 

Stretching my arms in front of me, I leaned into the next wave. Its white crest engulfed me. Moving further from the shore, deeper into my one-time home, I kicked hard to propel myself against the incoming tide. 

Fighting with the sea, against the sea really, had once been second nature. Now I challenged my human instincts to turn to the surface, to fill my lungs with air, to return to the beach. I dove beneath the crashing waves, unable to feel the rain anymore. Instead, the ocean sent forth sharp tendrils of numbing sea water to greet me and welcome me home.

About the Author:

An avid believer of the saying "YES", Ella Malone works to make the most of life in every way. She is a lover of all wonderful things: cherry blossoms, red lipstick, city skylines, snow covered country sides, the finest chocolate, a man's hands, a woman's back, vodka, and high heels. She has worked in public relations, advertising, and restaurants and recently decided to make her way doing what she loves, capturing the passionate moments of life on a page.

Ella Malone is the author of “The Mermaid’s Den” and the "Hot in the City Series" releasing in 2015.  
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Bloggers: Who wants an ARC of The Shadow Aspect?

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Layla's story continues with the release of The Shadow Aspect on July 15th! (pre-order link is live!).

If you are a blogger and would like an ARC of the novel, please complete the below form:

Hope you're excited! :)
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Highland Raven's New Cover

Friday, June 26, 2015

Hi everyone,

In case you aren't on my newsletter, I just wanted to share that my novel, previously titled "Lady Macbeth: Daughter of Ravens" has a new name and new look!

After a serious review of the novel's performance, we decided to send Lady M to the spa (out, out damned spot!). While I ADORE the old cover, it wasn't quite historical or Scottish enough. As well, we also decided that high school English ruins people on Shakespeare, so we needed a new name. I'm so thrilled with this new look from Damonza. I hope you love it too (and many thanks to those of you on my mailing list who sent me feedback on the cover options!)

To go with the new cover, I also composed a new blurb for the book:

Novel Description:

Destined to become Queen of Scotland.

Bound by blood to the Celtic gods.

Scotland, 1026--Gruoch, descendant of the line of MacAlpin, should have been born into a life of ease. But fate is fickle. Her father's untimely death, rumored to have been plotted by King Malcolm, leaves her future uncertain and stained by the prophecy that she will avenge her family line.

Escaping to one of the last strongholds of the old Celtic gods, Gruoch becomes an adept in arcane craft. Her encounters with the otherworld, however, suggest that magic runs stronger in Scotland than she ever imagined.

Haunted by dreams of a raven-haired man she's never met, Gruoch soon feels her fate is not her own. She is duty-bound to wed a powerful lord, if not the Prince himself; however, she's not sure she can stop her heart when she meets Banquo, a gallant highlander and druid.
Fans of Outlander and Mists of Avalon will relish this sweeping Scottish Historical Fantasy that tells the tale of Gruoch, a woman struggling to escape her fate without blood on her hands.

"A great novel that captures realistically a world of witches and fairies, warrior women and barbaric men, and a woman exploring a life she had no idea existed" Author Carrie L. Wells
"A rich tale of lore and legend that will trap you faster than a fairy ring" Fabulous and Fun Book Reviews

So, what do you think? Like it? Whose ready for the next book in this series?
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Summer of Zombie: A Teaser from Scabs by Eric A. Shelman

Thursday, June 25, 2015


My name is Warren Walsh.  My twin brother is Scott.  We’re twenty-seven years old last April 3rd.
We both have red hair and freckles.  Our facial features are what some might call chiseled.  Square chins, strong jaw lines.  Dimples.  Well-sized noses.  Vivid green eyes.  We’re both 6’5” tall.
I keep my hair long, usually wearing it in a ponytail; Scott’s hair is about down to the middle of his back.  He wears a full beard and mustache, but I only have a goatee.
Based purely on our descriptions and birth dates, I suppose at this point it’s not necessary to tell you we’re identical twins.
I’ll be right back.  I’ve just decided to record this stuff on paper because it appears there’s going to be some down time over the next eternity or so.
Okay.  I’m back.  I just enabled the receivers, adjusted the potentiometers on the speakers, and released Mick and Keith to the wind.
They both headed north.  That’s a good start and a relief.
Mick and Keith are two of my best homing pigeons.  Only thing is, they don’t so much return to a fixed location anymore as they hone in on an audible signal beacon.
That was Scott’s idea, but it wasn’t in response to the drastic change in the world.  We’d actually perfected the beacon training of all of our birds a couple of years before.
Scott reverse engineered some high-end proximity alarms and increased their effectiveness over a greater distance.  The electronics are solid and will run for days off watch batteries.
I know we’re supposed to have the same DNA, and it’s pretty clear we do, but electronics have always been a stronger suit for him than me.  It’s not that I can’t master them – I have to for the cars I work on – but it just comes easier to Scott.
Our birds know very well the tiny beeping sound that emits from their backpacks means food and shelter, and no matter how faint, they become alert and laser focused when the ping begins.  They drop down closer to the ground and they focus on the signal as their guide.  As the beeps get faster and closer together, they keep flying until it becomes a steady tone.
That means they’re within five feet of the beacon.  The rest is a matter of finding the food, which is always somewhere near Scott or me.
Let me explain my use of the word focus.
When I say the birds are focused, I mean they’re as focused as one can get when adorned with a birdbrain.  That’s the main reason we send two birds.  You see, it makes perfect sense to us humans that if we could fly, we’d use the old “as the crow flies” route.  A straight line from point A to point B.
It’s not the same with homing pigeons – not all of them.  Some pigeons fixate on the streets and manmade paths below them.  They’ll end up following neighborhood streets, even flying around roundabouts, that sort of thing.  If left to their own devices, they’ll often fly the man-made grid patterns the entire way.  That could increase the distance they’re required to fly by miles and miles, which means more time to get there.
That doesn’t work in this world.  Time is, more than ever, of the essence.
When there are two pigeons, they get where they are going faster; it’s as if one of them has a better idea, like, “I dunno, Mick.  Maybe we should ignore the streets down there and just fly straight north,” the other will shrug and say, “Okay, Keith.  I’ll go with you on this.”
Yes.  Both birds are open to the suggestion of the other, and they usually make better overall decisions and reach their destination sooner.
I didn’t believe it at first either, but I’ve seen it over and over.  It is true.
The other reason for sending multiple birds out to deliver an important message is the possibility that one will hit a power line or otherwise be killed, so sending two just makes sense; a backup.
Hell, you might wonder why we’re sending them at all.  I guess I’ll answer that, since I’m the one writing this and Scott is hundreds of miles away from me right now.  We have a lot of downtime these days.  We send the birds out and we get on the move.  We do a lot of hiding, and we do a ton of waiting.
Other than the birds, as far as we know there is no other means of long-distance communication right now.  All cell signals and municipal power sources are dormant.  With a generator, we could run a ham radio, but the Scabs would hear it.  They’ve got extraordinary hearing.
So, because we do a lot of waiting, this logging of our activities helps pass the time, but it also ensures that we have a record of everything we learn about the Scabs.  When we finally get together, we’ll compare notes and have a far more complete profile of the things and their methods.
I’m very aware that at any time, either Scott or I could be left waiting to hear from the other for eternity; either one of us could be killed at any moment, which brings me to the most important part of this story:  The Scabs.

Please allow me to explain by rolling back my story a bit.  Okay.  A lot.
My parents were Norman and Melissa Walsh.  Dad usually went by Norm and our mom went by Missy.  Yep.  For years, Norm and Missy were well known among homing pigeon racing aficionados.   They raised and trained champions for themselves and others.
No, they didn’t make a hell of a lot of money doing it; but it allowed them to live in their little cabin just off Griffin Lane, about eighteen miles east of Greenville, North Carolina.  It was a larger-than-average log house where Scott and I grew up learning how to fish, hunt and survive.  They leased the property from a family who owned a much, much larger chunk of land and let us carve out that piece where my folks built their sanctuary.  They planned to eventually purchase the place and fully intended to give me and Scott another couple of siblings, but that didn’t work out.
Hey, that concludes the TEASER of my forthcoming book, Scabs.  It’s the first of at least a trilogy, and it is shaping up to be a true horror novel with a “creature feature” edge.  Is there some human flesh-eating here?  C’mon … it’s me you’re reading.  ;-)

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The stench of rotting flesh is in the air! Welcome to the Summer of Zombie Blog Tour 2015, with 30+ of the best zombie authors spreading the disease in the month of June.
Stop by the event page on Facebook so you don’t miss an interview, guest post or teaser…and pick up some great swag as well!
Giveaways galore from most of the authors as well as interaction with them!
#SummerofZombie is the hashtag for Twitter, too!

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