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Dead Ink Excerpt

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Here is an excerpt of Lars’ story, Dead Ink. It’s going to be more of a PNR than UF. This is unedited and will probably change a bit since I’m a habitual rewriter : ) Currently, this is slotted to release in June this year. That could also change!

“How’s it look?” the client asked.
“Shut up.” Lars preferred either complete silence while he worked or blaring music but never idle chitchat. The constant drone of a human’s voice was akin to a fly buzzing in his ear. He didn’t understand why the majority of humans constantly needed to vocalize every thought that popped into their brain.
He didn’t work with an audience. If they weren’t getting a tattoo, they weren’t allowed in the shop while he was tattooing because, like he’d mentioned, humans never shut the fuck up. If they weren’t talking to themselves they were getting all into his space oohing and ahhing. He didn’t care what some random asshole off the street thought of his work. Even if it was a chick he was considering having sex with later, and he got plenty of those in here.
“How long do you—”
“I told you. Shut. Up. Speak again and I won’t finish.”
“Hey, I won’t pay you if—”
“Shut up!” Lars said as he jammed the tattoo gun over a sensitive area of his client’s already battered skin. “I don’t give a shit about the money.”
The guy didn’t say another word. Lars hadn’t been lying either. He didn’t do this for the money. He did it because for some reason he felt compelled to.
When he’d first retired from his previous career, he thought a tattoo shop would be a good cover for him. There were always weird sorts hanging around these types of establishments. The kind of people who weren’t looking to blend in with society but to break the norms and live as they wanted.
In the beginning, he’d hired some artists to do the work but then he’d started dabbling himself. Then he couldn’t stop. It was the only time he felt completely at peace.
When the door opened, he didn’t bother looking up, just shouted, “Get out.” He dipped the gun in some more ink and started working on the details of the scales he was tattooing.
“Are you Lars?” a female voice asked.
The voice was high pitched and screamed of estrogen, just the way he liked a woman’s voice to be. He knew exactly what that voice would sound like if he decided to take her to bed, but he was working so he didn’t bother looking up. He’d had too many woman to get excited about just one, at least not while he was in the middle of a piece.
“I told you to get out.” She did have a nice voice. He knew she was cute without even looking. “Come back in a couple of hours,” he added as an after thought, still not bothering to look up.
“I can’t.”
There was determination in her tone. Lars sighed loudly and placed the tattoo gun down on the worktable by his side, accepting the fact that he’d have to stop working if he wanted to get her out of his hair.
He stood up, cursing himself for firing the last shop helper and not scheduling one of the other artists today so he could delegate this. He turned, an aggravated sigh escaping and looked at the unwanted visitor.
He froze. She looked like a wood nymph. Her blonde hair, too thick for her head, was wild and unkempt. Large turquoise eyes peeked out from a dirty face. None of that was why he nearly knocked into the table next to him. Whoever she was, she wasn’t human.
“Get out,” he said, this time to the man he’d been working on. When the guy didn’t move, he nudged him with his knee. “I told you to get out.”
“Huh?” The guy jerked his head up. “Me?”
“Yes.”
“But my tattoo?”
“I’ll call you. Now get out.”
The client scrambled to his feet and Lars shoved the guy’s shirt at his chest, nearly bulldozing him out the door and causing his unwanted visitor to jump out of their way.
He slammed the door shut and clicked the deadbolt into place.

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Fated is now live, plus other updates!

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Okay, I’m running a little behind! The first piece of new is that Fated (third book in Karma series) is now live.

Fated

Settling the cosmic score is what Karma was drafted by the Universe to do. But what happens when all the humans start going to the dark side? She’s got to find the source and the most likely suspect is her long time rival, who outclasses her in both power and resources.

Luckily, she’s got a new partner in Fate but he comes with his own set of complications. The confirmed bachelor has a target of his own.

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Second piece of news is that Karma is now available in audio format at iTunes and Audible.com.

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What’s Next

The next book is going to be Lars’s story. I really enjoy writing in first person but Lars’s story will be told from third. It’s going to lean a little heavier toward PNR than I normally write. Then I’ll be hopping over to another story that has been begging to get get out my head. Not sure where that is going to take me yet : )

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Why It’s Good To Suck

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I was having a conversation the other day with a friend and mentioned how thinking you’re a bad writer, IMHO, is a good thing. She laughed. This particular friend laughs very easily. It’s one of her best traits. She didn’t seem aware of the benefits of ranking so low on the totem pole of life. Of course, with very little encouragement, I continued on and explained my point of view on the subject. I could also write a blog post on why you shouldn’t invite opinions from opinionated people, but there’s only so many hours in the day.

To give a very clear picture, I’d like to use the analogy of a horse race. When you’re taking down the win, you think you’re awesome. Everyone else thinks you’re awesome, too. You’re top of the hay heap and life’s good. But maybe, just maybe, if you’re a lap or so ahead of the crowd and rounding in for your tenth win, you don’t run you’re fastest anymore. Maybe you hang out grazing a little longer, while everyone else is exercising on your off days.

Now let’s imagine you’re in the middle of the herd. You aren’t the best but there’s some loser lagging behind you so you don’t feel so bad about yourself. Plus, you’ve got all this company. Tons of horses are hanging out in the middle. You’ve got your buds, some pretty mares are checking you out. Not a bad place to coast for a while.

Then, the dreaded last place. All you see are tail ends and your eye is twitching because you’re getting dirt kicked into your face. You work harder than anyone and you feel like the loser last place proclaims you to be. The only horses bothering you are pity sniffs or a couple trying to lose some flies, because flies are always attracted to the biggest piles of poop.

So why in the world would I say that it’s good? Because being that loser gives you a drive the others never get to experience. You tasted the bitter pill of not being good enough, not being even mediocre, and because of that, if you can get past the overwhelming urge to pack it in, if you can find the strength to keep going and not be a quitter, you’ll work harder and longer than anyone else and you will succeed because you’ve gained an edge. Life isn’t always about who’s got the most talent, money or intelligence; It’s also about who has the most heart. Just remember once you get your win, don’t lose your edge and start hanging out in the pasture too long.

“Victory is never as sweet as when you’re coming from behind.”— Donna Augustine, Jinxed

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Interview With Author Rebecca Chastain

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I recently had the chance to meet fellow urban fantasy author Rebecca Chastain. She had the wonderful idea of doing an interview swap. I’ll be featured on her site today as well answering the same questions she answered below. Make sure to check out the excerpt of her book, A Fistful of Evil, as well!

A Fistful of EvilThe Illuminant Enforcer world doesn’t include the usual urban fantasies tropes (such as vampires and werewolves). Why did you choose this world setting?

The easiest answer is that I wanted to create a world that readers had never seen before. More specifically, I did not use the usual urban fantasy tropes because they don’t fit in the world of A Fistful of Evil. The protagonist, Madison Fox, can see souls and she works with a soul-based magic. In this world, the supernatural is based on an ancient structure of good fighting evil, with all of the creatures operating and wielding magic in the same sublayer of reality. In my mind, that’s vastly different than a world that produces magical creatures independent of their soul’s alignment. For example, werewolves are pure magic, but they could be good or evil; in other words, they don’t fit into the rules of my world.

What role does humor play in your urban fantasy novels?

Give me a fantasy, give me a paranormal romance, give me an action-adventure sci-fi. I’ll take them all straight, but I much prefer them with a splash (or dousing) of humor, and I don’t think I’m alone in my preferences. So I wrote a novel that lights the darkest, most intense moments with a few chuckles. Madison Fox is courageous, determined, and proactive, with a soft spot for animals and a penchant for attracting evil. She’s also a little bit sarcastic, a little bit clumsy, and prone to embarrassing herself in front of attractive men. With Madison as the lead lady, A Fistful of Evil is an urban fantasy with plenty of action and laugh-out-loud moments.

When you sit down to build your novel’s world, how do you start?

I have written six novels to date (only two publishable), and every single time the story comes to me through the main character first. Once I know who my protagonist is, and what her magical abilities are, then I play with the world. Plot points are typically those that force the protagonist to face her fears and overcome her weaknesses. The rest of the world is anything I can think of, the more bizarre the better, and always with the idea of making life difficult for the protagonist.

 When you finish the first draft, are you close to publishing? How much more work is left before your novel is polished?

So much work! I am a heavy outliner, so before I write a novel I know exactly where it’s going, every scene that’s going to be included, and the major character arcs. However, writing a novel can take anywhere from one month to four, and along the way tone and pacing can get jumbled. Also, new ideas will have created new scenes or require changes to earlier chapters. I’ll typically take a first draft through three or four major edits that involve intensive rewrites of various scenes and chapters before doing another one or two polishing passes. Polishing is checking grammar, looking for repeated words or phrases, and confirming that every word is the best and correct choice.

Who or what inspired you to become an author?

 

I have always loved reading. In fact, reading was used as a privilege that could be revoked for bad behavior when I was a child. Talk about a severe punishment! And if reading a story was fun, creating my own was even better. In the seventh grade I wrote a story for a contest (and won second place). I knew then that I wanted to be an author. It only took another two decades for me to make my dream a reality.

 

A Fistful of Evil synopsis:

 

Madison Fox just learned that her ability to see souls is more than a sight: It’s a weapon for fighting evil. The only problem is she doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing.

On the positive side, her money problems are over, she’s possibly discovered her purpose in life, and her coworker is smoking hot. On the negative side, evil creatures now actively hunt her, and deadly experiences are becoming the norm.

When she thinks it couldn’t get worse, a powerful evil sets up shop at a local hotel’s video game convention, and it’s got its eye on more than the gaming geeks: it is hungry for Madison’s soul. Madison needs to become an expert illuminant enforcer overnight to save her job, her region . . . and her life.

If Stephanie Plum fought evil with magic, it’d look a lot like this.

 

Links to buy A Fistful of Evil:

 

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MV8VQ70l

 

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00MV8VQ70?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

 

iBook: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/fistful-evil-urban-fantasy/id917456742?mt=11

 

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-fistful-of-evil-rebecca-chastain/1120170169?ean=2940150422612

 

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/a-fistful-of-evil

 

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/474465

 

Rebecca ChastainAuthor bio:

 

Rebecca Chastain is the author of the fantasy novella MAGIC OF THE GARGOYLES and the urban fantasy novel A FISTFUL OF EVIL, which is an Amazon Top 100 Fantasy Bestseller in the United States, Australia, and Canada. She has found seven four-leaf clovers to date, won a purebred Arabian horse in a drawing, and once tamed a blackbird for a day. She has been employed as a VHS sales clerk, bookshelf straightener, government pseudo-employee, professional finder of lost sporting goods, and strategy guide wrangler in the video game industry. Dreaming up the absurd and writing stories designed to amuse and entertain has been her passion since she was eleven years old. She lives in northern California with her wonderful husband and two bossy cats.

 

Links where you can be found on the Internet:

 

Website: http://www.rebeccachastain.com/

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rebeccachastainnovels

 

Twitter: @Author_Rebecca or https://twitter.com/Author_Rebecca

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5660379.Rebecca_Chastain

 

Excerpt:

 

“Pull over here, Madison. You look for evil, I’ll look for firemen,” Rose said.

“That’s hardly fair,” I grumbled. I pulled over in a turn-around space near a fire station. We both got out. I studied the scenery. A few homes across the road. A lot of BMWs, Corvettes, and Cadillacs zooming past on Auburn-Folsom Boulevard. A field behind the fire station with a couple of hedges and a patch of blackberry brambles. I did my own quick search for firemen. I could really do with a dose of handsome.

“Is there some evil, maybe over there?” Rose gestured to the fire station. “Maybe we should take a closer look.”

“What would we tell them we’re doing?”

“I think your car was sounding funny.”

“No, it wasn’t—oh. I see where you’re going with that.”

“You’re a quick one.” She rolled her eyes at me.

I blinked. Primordium replaced color, daylight, and familiarity. I braced my hands on my knees and stared at the gray dirt at my feet until gravity rebalanced itself. I took a quick peek at the sky. The cerulean cloudless expanse had been swapped with black—solid, unrelieved black. I could still feel the sun on my face, though I couldn’t see it in the sky. For all I knew, I was looking straight at it.

I shuddered and made a point not to look up again. Instead, I scanned the fire house. There were people upstairs and something small and white just inside the bay doors. A cat? I turned to look at Rose. She glowed a pretty, opaque white. It was nice to know that not everyone who worked for the CIA looked like they had a sun stuck up their ass. Unlike Kyle, Rose’s features looked like they were cast out of pure white marble, not radiating light. She was also in possession of one of the cleanest souls I’d seen in a long time, aside from my own and Kyle’s. Even if I was dangerously deep in a world I knew nothing about, it was reassuring that I was on the good side.

Now why hadn’t I thought to look at Mr. Pitt’s soul?

Because you’re trying not to use this sight, remember?

Too late for that.

I scanned the field. Only the blackberry brambles glowed. They were bright white, a mound of light with tendrils stretching across the dead field. Normally blackberry bushes tended to look sinister with all their thorns and the tenacious, mindless way they choked out other plant life. Now they looked like a beautiful oasis in a field of death.

I knew there had to be wildlife moving among the dead grasses, but the dark stalks were too dense for the small white bodies of rodents and birds to be visible from a distance.

I was about to switch back to normal vision when I saw it. Close to the edge of the fire station, hopping along unaware of my presence, was an imp. It was a little field mouse of an imp; I would have missed it if I hadn’t been looking so hard.

“There’s an imp over there.” I pointed.

“Oh, goodie. Maybe I can peek in a window. And maybe they’ll be having a naked wrestling contest.”

Rose sashayed across the gravel, heading straight for the imp.

“You can’t see it, right?”

“Nope. Take your time.”

I trailed after her. In its own dark and sinister way, the imp was remarkably cute. The ones in the restaurant had looked like chinchillas, and this one was a baby one. Adorable. I flashed back on the prominent memory of the creatures jumping at Kyle. Maybe I’d overreacted. He hadn’t seem the least bit frightened. Maybe they were just cute. All I would have to do was . . . whatever it was that Kyle had done. Squint or something. Instincts would kick in, and poof, no more imp.

Unfortunately, the only instincts babbling in my head were the ones telling me I needed to go the other way, not toward the harmless-looking fluff of evil. Don’t quit before you try, I scolded. You got this job because people knew you could do it. Get busy proving them right. I tiptoed closer.

Rose was oblivious in her hunt for more tangible prey. I was starting to believe my own hype, too. It’s so small. How bad can it be?

Then the imp turned, cocked its head, and started to bounce straight at me, ignoring Rose.

“Shit. Kyle was right. It recognizes me.” I froze.

Rose turned to look at me, incognizant to the fluffy bundle of evil bopping our way. “Of course it does, silly. You’re staring at it.”

It slowed and came to an alert stop near Rose’s feet, but its little glowing eyes never left me. I forced myself to kneel.

“What are you trying to do? Get all buddy-buddy with it?”

“It’s very small. I can’t do my thing standing.” My thing? If only I knew what that was.

I gave the imp my best squint. Nothing happened. I pictured laser beams of goodness shooting from my eyes, melting the imp to a puddle of goo. Still nothing. How had Kyle done this? I should have spent less time rolling on the coffee shop floor and more time watching.

I tried a wide-eyed glare, a blink, a wink. Nothing.

“Are you flirting with it?”

The imp shuffled forward. Up close, it was even cuter. I’d been right when I thought of a baby chinchilla. It was covered in soft down and had dainty ears and delicate feet that seemed too small to support its weight. I reached out for it very slowly.

“Hi, little fella.”

“Don’t go getting crazy ideas about taming the bugger. You’re not an Illuminea.”

“A what?”

I glanced at Rose. The imp opened its mouth in a perfect round circle the size of my wrist. Row after row of ebony shark teeth glinted, impossibly long. Oh, shit. Piercing little eyes blinked at me. We jumped at the same time. The imp aimed for my throat. I aimed for a few miles straight behind me. We both missed—me by a much larger margin.

“What’s happening?” Rose demanded. She backed up quickly. The imp pounced again, and this time I saw tiny razors at the tips of its paws.

“Get back! It’s attacking!” I’d landed on my butt in the dirt when I’d jumped. I didn’t have time to stand now. Scrambling on all fours, I scooted back, avoiding several pounces. With the third pounce, I kicked it. When my foot connected with the scrap of hell spawn, the imp slowed, like it was moving through water. Only the water was my foot. I screamed.

“That’s it. Get it!” Rose cheered.

I rolled frantically to my knees and leapt to my feet. The imp was a few feet behind me.

“Get in the car,” I yelled. I grabbed Rose’s arm and pushed her in the direction of the safe haven known as my Honda.

“What’s here? I don’t feel anything. What is it?”

The imp jumped at me. I lurched to the side, swinging my hips out of its high-flying reach.

“Are you dancing?” Rose gawked. She was half in the car. Good enough for me. I sprinted for the driver’s side. “Shoot. I hate being in the dark.” Rose slid into the car and we slammed our doors at the same time. I watched the imp hop toward the bumper in the rearview mirror. I fumbled blindly with my seat belt, starting the car with the other hand.

“Hey, look. There’s a fireman,” Rose said.

The bright glow of a man came into view in my mirror. I thrust the car into gear and squealed onto the road. Gravel sprayed up under the car. I remembered to look for traffic at the last possible second as we bounced onto pavement. Then I glued my eyes on the rearview mirror and watched until I could no longer see the wee evil creature.

“You totally dusted him! And he was cute!”

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Jinxed (Karma Series, Book Two) is now available!!

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