Ring of Darkness--Now Available

Ring of Darkness is now available from Noble Romance. Stop by and check it out!

Brienda's life is about to be turned upside down. After five years at the temple of the God-Mother, she is to be married to Tamalor of Callista on her father's orders in order to end aggression between their two countries.

Brienda is upset at this turn of events, but she comes to believe it is part of a larger plan and the God-Mother has put her in this place to bring not only peace but a restoration of balance to the ancient powers of her world. She is right, and, in the end, the larger plan will demand more from her than she ever thought she could give--including Tamalor.

New Short Story from KC Myers

KC Myers, my non-romantic pseudonym (don't tell her I called her that--she'll take it wrong), has just published a fantasy short story called The Dragon at the Top of the World. It's available at Amazon, B&N, and Smashwords.

Here's a sneak peek:

The wind whipped down the side of the mountain like death, knifing through five layers of fur and wool to lash Fox’s skin. He lifted his hand and moved numb fingers inside his icy mitten to reset the slipped warming spell, clinging to the bow of the dogsled with one hand. The sled went on, bumping over the uneven surface, the runners shifting beneath Fox’s feet.

He had to try three times before the spell set. Stunted pine trees to the left and right told him why. He was nearing timberline. Once the trees were gone, Fox could depend on nothing.

The feel of the sled runners under his feet changed as the snowpack became icier. The vibrations shot up Fox’s legs to his knees. Ahead of him, the dark line of seventeen dogs dug in and kept going. Strands of the russet hair that had gained him his mage name escaped Fox’s hood and whipped into his face.

Fox smiled a little, adjusting his stance on the sled runners. At least the dogs were still game to run. He himself was running short on stamina, and even shorter on optimism.

Maybe it was time to turn back. He’d hoped—foolishly, perhaps—that he would find the dragon before he reached the magically debilitating timberline. He should have known better. If it were that easy, someone would have found it before him—Hopping Mouse, or the Great Gray Turtle who had lived two hundred years. Why would he succeed where these far greater wizards had failed? He was, after all, barely thirty, and only a small red Fox.

But he was a fox with a question. He wanted to know why he had been forced to trade his soul for his magic. He wanted to know what had happened to it after he’d given it up. And, most of all, he wanted to know if he could have it back.

New Short Story from Etopia Press

Some additional new news--I have a new short story coming out in the near future that is not a romance. It's an urban fantasy werewolf story with a much darker tone than most of what I write. For this story, and others that aren't romances, I'm launching a new pseudonym. These stories will be published under KC Myers. I've added a page to this blog, and will be adding a page to my website as well where you can keep up on news regarding these stories. I hope you'll check them out.

Ring of Darkness--Coming Soon

I'm working on edits now for Ring of Darkness, my fantasy romance that will be coming out from Noble Romance in the very near future. Here's a sneak peek at the cover, and keep an eye out for more news.

Excerpt: Mostly Sunny ...

Chapter 1

Interstate 70, heading from Bergen Park into Denver, was roiling with late-morning mist. Alexa Walker watched it with some curiosity as she drove. It whirled and spun and drifted away in the mild breeze, as if some gigantic fog machine had been set loose on the highway.

“That mist you’re seeing on the highway isn’t fog, folks.” The voice on her radio was deep and textured—one of the loveliest male voices she’d ever heard. It made her wonder what that voice looked like naked. That voice was probably tall and dark, with sculpted pectorals that made a T-shirt look pornographic, a tight ass and a six-pack that wouldn’t quit. It just wouldn’t be fair, otherwise.

Who was she kidding? There was a reason why the guy was on the radio, after all. Because the voice was fantastic. He probably had, as they say, a great face for radio.

She’d find out soon enough. Her assignment for today was to interview the owner of that voice, media darling Carter Allen, host of the most popular weather-related talk show in Denver history. Maybe in history, period.

“So what is it if it isn’t fog?” Lex said aloud. She reached forward and turned the radio up a little. This would have been a good time for headphones, but they really weren’t safe on the road. Especially not with that voice. It would just thread through your head, make all your voluntary muscles seize up, and next thing you know you’d be wrapped around a Ponderosa pine.

“No,” the voice said, velvet and pine smoke and—no that wasn’t even adequate. It was just indescribable. “No, that is not fog. That’s what’s called sublimation. The solid snow on the ground is turning directly into water vapor. Those of you who’ve recently moved in from out of state—go back home! No, I’m kidding. We love you all. Those of you from out of state may not have seen this phenomenon before. That’s because it generally only happens in extremely dry climates. Like—you guessed it—Colorado. Anyway, it’s my guess that our late April blizzard will be nothing more than a memory by the end of the day.”

God, what a voice. He was probably four feet nine and a hundred eighty pounds. He probably looked like Elmer Fudd.

She really, really hoped he didn’t.

* * *

Forty minutes later, Lex walked into the offices of radio station KPLX. Carter’s voice still echoed in her head. He’d closed off his show just as she’d gotten out of the car. She’d learned more about sublimation and that there was a thing called groupel that she’d never heard of before, which Carter was going to explain on his next show. She’d also developed a theory that it was possible to have an orgasm just from listening to Carter Allen talk. No wonder his show did so well in the female, eighteen to thirty-five demographic.

The receptionist referred her to an intern, who led her to the elevator. “Mr. Allen’s office is on the third floor. He usually goes there right after he’s done with his show.”

She pushed the button on the elevator and as the doors closed Lex said, “Is he as good-looking as he sounds?”

The intern closed her eyes a moment. “Oh, my God.” She looked at Lex again. “You are really going to enjoy this interview.”

So. Not Elmer Fudd, then. Lex shifted a little on her feet, uncomfortable. She’d interviewed good-looking men before, though. She’d interviewed Broncos and Avalanche players and hottie-pants newscasters from Channel Nine. She could handle it.

The intern led her down the hallway to Carter’s office, where she knocked.

“Come in.”

The voice. God, the voice. Lex swallowed. This was insane. She was really starting to hope this guy was ugly.

The intern pushed open the door. “Carter, this is Alexa Walker from the Denver Post.”

Lex stared. She couldn’t help it. Definitely not Elmer Fudd. Unless they’d changed Elmer Fudd and made him about six three with skin the color of good Belgian milk chocolate.

“Hi,” said Lex, somewhat amazed she was able to form words. “You can call me Lex.” Behind her, she heard the office door close as the intern departed.

Carter stood and rounded the desk. She’d judged accurately from his sitting height—easily six three. A little lanky, broad-shouldered, fashionably bald. He held out a fairly immense hand, and Lex took it. His handshake was firm and warm. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.” Lex hoped she wasn’t gaping. She was pretty sure she wasn’t. She might have been drooling a little, though. “I really enjoyed your show this morning. Spent half the ride down the mountain in that sublimation stuff.”

He grinned, a wide, open smile that made him that much prettier. “Cool stuff we get in Colorado. You know what groupel is?”

“No, I don’t.”

“I do.”

“And you’re not going to tell me?”

“Of course not. It’ll come up in casual conversation at some point. Either that, or you can wait until tomorrow’s show.” He went back to his seat behind his desk. “Have a seat, Ms… What was it again?”

“Alexa Walker. Call me Lex.”

She took a seat in a chair across from the desk and opened her briefcase to retrieve a notebook.
“Lex,” Carter repeated. “Like Lex Luthor?”

“Yes,” said Lex. “Exactly like Lex Luthor. I’m a supervillain. You couldn’t tell by looking?”

He laughed. “Yeah, you have a supervillainy air.”

“It’s the shoes.” She settled back into the chair. “Now, according to your biography, you were born and raised in Denver?”

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New Book Available

This month's release, Mostly Sunny with Chance of Belgian Chocolate, is another re-issue I stole from my evil twin. It was originally released as part of an anthology at Ellora's Cave. I have to say it's still pretty steamy--more so than even The Regan Factor, I'd say. So if you're not into that heat level, you might want to skip on by... I won't mind. (Mom, that means you...)

It's a novella, too, which means all that sex makes it seem even more sexed up...

Now that I've either intrigued or repulsed you, drop by one of the available outlets and check it out!

Carter Allen is the host of the most popular weather show in Denver, probably because he has a voice to die for. Alexa Walker, sent to interview him for the local paper, is sure he can’t possibly be as gorgeous as his voice.

He is, though, and more. But their instant chemistry sets them on a collision course with forces beyond their control—namely Carter’s mother.

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Where There's a Will continues to be the wee book that could. I got a mention in Publisher's Marketplace this morning as an example of books that are doing well on the Amazon bestseller list but are not being included on the new New York Times ebook Bestseller List because of deeply discounted pricing. They listed the book as #25 on the Amazon list. As of this morning it's at #22. A check on the page shows not a single review under four stars.

Another mention popped up on iReaderReview. This blog post discusses the logistics of making a living selling books at low price points. The author has done a nice job of breaking down the numbers. I do feel the article misses a couple of points: 1. Most people writing books for epubs are used to writing well over 3 books a year. 2. It doesn't really take into account the effects of a low price-point on backlist books or future releases. Still, it's really interesting to see ebooks finally making their place in the publishing world, and so many people posting in-depth, thoughtful analysis of what this means for publishers, authors and readers.

I am still flabbergasted at the attention this book has gotten, and deeply grateful to everyone who has bought a copy, read it, or taken time to write a review.