So, I am socially distancing myself. I’m in the high risk category so better safe than sorry. I had swine flu during that outbreak and I was unbelievably sick and the damage to my lungs is the gift that keeps on wheezing. That means I am staying in (not THAT much difference, to be fair), only running the most vital errands, and trying to get everything I can at the wee farm shop down the road.
Luckily I have the puppy to keep me occupied!
Interview with Kim Fielding
While it sucks that I'm not going to get a chance to catch up with Kim Fielding in Paris this year - Covid 19 sucks! - I'm thrilled to welcome her to the blog today! She's here to chat about Hallelujah by Kim Fielding and F.E. Feeley Jr. It's out March 31, 2020 and don't miss her upcoming blog tour either!
Book Recommendation of the Week
Well, it is my newsletter! My novella Collared (originally in the Devil Take Me anthology) is now available for pre-order from Dreamspinner Press. It is also the first cover that I designed from scratch all by ownsome and while it’s not SUPER COMPLICATED I think it came out pretty nice :D. You can also find Rhys Ford’s Wonderland City as a stand-alone novella too.
When ex-priest Jack finds a dead man nailed to his bed, he knows it’s going to be a bad night. He just has no idea how bad. Now he’s been recruited by his own personal demon to find the thieves who killed a man, kidnapped his family, and stole something of indescribable value from the demonic Math. To find answers he has to delve deep into the infernal underbelly of his town and face his own past. Jack’s been promised his soul back if he succeeds. As local cop Ben Ambrose risks his own soul by following too closely in Jack’s footsteps, and with a child’s life on the line, Jack has to decide if it’s a deal he’s willing to make.
Previously published by Dreamspinner Press in the Devil Take Me anthology, January 2019.
Cover Artist: TA Moore
Deal of the Day
Jazz Vanessen is weird—and not just because he’s a werewolf. For most of his life, he’s felt different from his alpha male brothers and friends. Since he’s adopted, he can’t even blame it on family.
Now eighteen, Jazz meets his idol, the social activist Lysandra Mason, and her breathtaking nephew, Dash Mercury. When Dash is around, even stranger things start to happen, including Jazz falling hopelessly in lust. Not only is Jazz having visions, making people disappear, and somehow turning invisible, but somebody’s following him and threatening to reveal his pack’s secrets to the world.
Together with Dash and Jazz’s equally amazing friends—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, and Fatima—they discover the danger is even more lethal than they thought, and Jazz’s weirdness may save all their lives.
Must Read of the Week
Look, I was going to put something about the virus. It’s just that I’m up to my eye teeth with it, the problems it’s causing, and the probability I will die of it (second mostly likely out of my friends! Whoot! Silver) so you’re getting this instead…
I am not emotionally or physically suited for this sort of trip, but I did think about it a lot. There were a couple of other writers (and general artists) who went out there on a boat with scientists. Well, I don’t know if they got to the North Pole, but the general area.
It was apparently both life changing and occasionally really weird depending on who you were with :D. I did know one guy who wanted to go and read poetry to penguins, but he wanted it to be a pure communion between poet and penguin so refused any sort of record keeping.
Time Has No Meaning at the North Pole
The utter lack of time zones, daylight and people creates a bizarre world
By Katie Weeman on March 13, 2020
In October 2019 the icebreaker RV Polarstern sat trapped in thick sea ice atop the central Arctic Ocean—the only landmark in a vast expanse of nothingness. Another icebreaker, the Akademik Fedorov, approached it slowly, hauling a load of supplies and personnel. Scientists and crew lined the balconies of each ship, gripping the ice-crusted banisters as they peered across the void. They could see the smiling faces of their colleagues just feet away—but they were two time zones apart.