Thursday, December 1, 2016

#BookReview of "Dying Breath" (Dying for a Living Book 6) by @KoryShrum

If you thought book 5 was intense… 

The action in Dying Breath, book 6 in Kory M. Shrum’s Dying for a Living series, is off the charts! The end of the world is quickly approaching, and Jesse Sullivan is in the thick of it, determined to become the apex that will either protect or destroy all of humanity. 

Book 6 picks up right where book 5 left off, with a car chase through the Arizona dessert. There are only four partis left, and while Jesse is all too ready for two of them to meet more permanent ends, there’s one in particular that she can’t bear the thought of losing: Maisie, Jesse’s half-sister who’s been snatched up by her homicidal mother—and fellow partis—Georgia. A morbid family reunion in a tiny desert town kicks off this spiral toward an apocalypse that Jesse is only just beginning to understand her role in. Some hard decisions have to be made, and the final choice lies in Jesse’s uncertain hands. 

This book took place over the span of one very thrilling day. Every page was packed with action and emotion. The POV was split between Jesse and Maisie, and I really enjoyed the contrast of personalities between the two sisters. I’m so looking forward to the final book next year! Jesse’s story has been building beautifully through the past six books, and I can’t wait to see how it all ends. 


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Tuesday, October 18, 2016

#TuesdayBookBlog #NewRelease: Hellfire and Brimstone (Lana Harvey, Reapers Inc. Book 7)

I'm a little behind with this post for the newest and final Lana Harvey book, but there has been a lot going on lately! I'll get to all that soon enough... For now, here are the goods on Hellfire and Brimstone (Lana Harvey, Reapers Inc. Book 7).

The end is nigh...

Lana Harvey is on top of the world—the underworld, that is. With the war fallout tapering off, she finds herself reduced back to mundane soul harvesting. It’s not a fancy gig, and the pay isn’t thrilling, but that hardly matters now that she’s shacking up with her retired demon consort, Beelzebub.

The afterlives have stabilized, and all seems well, until an average day on the job crosses Lana’s path with not one but two ghosts she thought were long gone. The startling revelation rips open old wounds and sends her on a quest to discover the truth behind her mentor’s mysterious death, and what it could mean for the fate of Eternity.

A few FAQs for Hellfire and Brimstone:

Q: Is this really the last book in the Lana series??? 

A: Yes. BUT there will be a short story collection (with 3 new stories and the 3 previously published shorts), an illustrated guide to Limbo City, and the Death Deck--all of which I hope to have available in time for the big FB reaper holiday party in December. (more details to come soon)

Q: How could you do this to me?

A: I'm evil. Pure evil. Mwahahaha!

A2: I have 20+ books outlined for the next 5 years. Lana's story arc felt like it was winding down to a natural end, and I found myself yearning for a clean slate, yearning to introduce new characters and new worlds. The time has come, the walrus said.

Q: So what are you working on next then?

A: The new urban fantasy series I'll be launching in August of 2017 is called Blood Vice. My heroine is St. Louis Vice Detective Jenna Skye. The Twitter tagline I came up with for the Fresh Fiction TweetChat last week summed it up best: Jenna bombs her first day on the St. Louis Vice Squad when she's bitten by a vamp in a supernatural brothel. Things only get weirder from there. I have 10 books outlined for Jenna. 

Happy reading! xoxo

Friday, September 23, 2016

How We Anniversary #mawage #dweamwifinadweam

My husband and I are celebrating our 5-year anniversary today. And by celebrate, I mean he got me a very sweet, thoughtful card... and I texted him a prickture. I knew that art degree would come in handy...

This is how I imagine my husband's attorney will present the evidence if he ever decides to leave me.

Our friends will agree, there is a bit of a traditional role reversal in our household. My husband is definitely the more sensitive, emotional one. (He owned more romantic comedies than I did before we combined our movie collections). While I can tend to be more detached or zen about things. (Doesn't zen sound so much nicer?) That shouldn't suggest that I'm some sort of unfeeling robot. I got plenty of feels. I just keep them close to my heart most of the time. My husband knows this, and he's privy to the inner sanctum of my psyche. I'm sure it's why he still loves me after 5 years (6 if you count back to our dativersary).

A little over a year ago, in the spring of 2015, we took an even bigger plunge than mawage. (Honestly, marrying this man was one of the easiest decisions of my life, and I'd do it again in a second.) My books were doing pretty good, by indie publishing standards, so we both quit our day jobs and then bought a house near Lake of the Ozarks. I continued to write, and my husband became a stay-at-home dad/house husband.

I think we were both pretty excited about the transition, and maybe both nervous wrecks for a bit too. Sure, it sounds like a dweam come true. I get to focus more on writing without also juggling housework, a part-time job, and childcare. And my husband gets to spend more time with our kiddo and tackle the household chores, which, while no picnic, is a significant improvement over what he was doing--and without a jerk boss. Gotta love that! As awesome as that sounds (and totally is!) it was still a huge life change, topped with a new home and community, and well, you can understand our nerves. We were also spending a lot more time around each other. A LOT.

You know how some couples have their make or break moments on vacation? They're in unfamiliar territory, and they're spending more face time with their partner than usual. Whether it's in paradise or not hardly seems to matter. Whatever issues they've been avoiding somehow find their way into the open. Well, we moved to paradise, and our face time wasn't confined to a week or two. It wasn't a matter of surviving a vacation with our marriage intact. This was a huge lifestyle change.

It's been over a year now, so I can confidently say that my husband and I do, in fact, genuinely like each other. Of course we knew that we loved each other. But spending this much time in the same space, day in and day out, really pulls the curtain back. For better or worse. In our case, for better. I find that I love this man more and more each day. And he loves me too... despite my tendencies to address tender, heartfelt occasions (like our anniversary) with dick drawings. Luckily, he has a good sense of humor under those feels of his. ; )

Happy anniversary, honey! Here's to many more years (and pricktures) to come! ♥