Free Book and Short Story!

Okay, so on  Sunday, June 3, 2012, A Wolf’s Song will be FREE on Amazon!

If you haven’t already read A Wolf’s Song, get it FREE on Sunday, June 3!

The following offer is available to anyone who has gotten A Wolf’s Song from Amazon:

Write up a review on my Amazon page for A Wolf’s Song. Either post here, or on my Facebook that you read it, you posted your review, and what your Amazon Username is. Then email me at shannon(at)shannonphoenix(dot)com with your email address. I will send you my short story entitled The Minister’s Paige for free.

This mini e-book will ONLY be available to those who have written a review on Amazon, Goodreads, (and any other site as determined by the author) and who have informed me via this blog, email, or Facebook of what your Username is and where you posted the review (and if you give me an email address to send it to).

The Minister’s Paige:

Paige is invited to a party by her vampire boss. There, she finds herself an unwitting pawn in a high stakes game between her boss, his rival, and one of the most powerful vampires alive. The Minister of Justice, Stavos, has come to investigate rumors of Hunts in the area; a ‘game’ in which two human women are pitted against each other in a life or death fight. The victor must kill her opponent, only to be hunted by the vampires in her own turn.

A short, dark romance suitable for adults.

Unorthodox Kindle Cover

So, I use a regular Kindle. I like to carry it around in my purse, but I don’t like the $40 price tag on the official Kindle cover.

If you know how I feel, and you’re looking for a good cover for yours, too… I have found a solution!

I was at a May Faire with my 5 year old and found Abby’s sandwich wraps. Being ‘natural living’ minded to begin with, I snatched one up for that. But then, since I’ve been yearning lately for protection for my Kindle, I thought, “What the heck, I’ll give it a try…” and viola!!

It’s a perfect fit to protect my Kindle.

But there was even better news coming up for me. Her snack bag was perfect for the Garmin that I like to carry around so it doesn’t get stolen out of the car, as well! Two-fer!

So, if you’re ‘natural living’ minded and don’t like throwing out reams of plastic baggies, or if you need a Kindle cover, or if your Garmin is getting scratched up… consider checking her pretty little designs out. I bet, if you have a Fire, she’d even be willing to make the sandwich cover a bit bigger for you if you asked.

Anyway, check out her stuff, it’s great! 🙂

Excerpt from Love’s Armageddon

“The what village?” she asked, confused.

He raised both eyebrows. “New Galatia. The ‘were village…” he said it like she was stupid.

“‘Were? As in werewolf?” she finally asked, sorting out what he must–impossibly–be saying.

“Obviously,” he scowled. He pulled a thick, laminated poster towards her. “I think you’d be particularly interested in this–“

She couldn’t help it, she cut him off again. “There are werewolves, too? For real?”

He stared at her. It was very clear the vampire wasn’t disposed towards her in anything approaching a friendly manner. She might have been something unidentifiable, ugly, and smelly stuck to the bottom of his shoe. “Has he told you nothing?” he asked finally. “Of course there are werewolves. You’ll be living in their village–“

“I’m not living with werewolves.”

He looked pained, as if she were purposefully being obtuse. But seriously, he didn’t genuinely think she’d just move in with a bunch of man-dogs, did he? She supposed that it was nice that he wasn’t moving her in with vampires, but werewolves weren’t something she wanted to live with. Ever. No vampires, no werewolves, no snake-dudes or reptillians or whatever. No, no, and no.

With exaggerated patience, he said, “Perhaps you would like a cabin in Waltham Park, then? Something isolated? Would that make you happy?”

She rested her jaw on the heel of one hand while she tapped her fingers on the table with the other one and considered it. Would she be safe anywhere near the werewolf town? She did know that New Galatia was in Waltham Park. She just hadn’t known it was… werewolf central.

“Let me put it this way, Miss Barker. You haven’t got a choice. It’s Waltham park, or perhaps Tallis’ dungeon.”

Her fingers stopped drumming the table. “He has a dungeon? Can I see it?”

He rolled his eyes, the gesture fitting his youthful appearance perfectly. “Not unless you piss him off enough,” he told her. “And then it won’t be a sight-seeing tour.” He pulled out a different glossy poster. “How about this?”

The poster showed a lovely, long ranch-style house that sprawled in a green, grassy yard. Behind it were verdant trees and the mountains rising behind it. It was, in a word, lovely. She smiled. “That’s beautiful. But the problem is, I’m not staying here. Neither you nor Thanatos can pressure me–“

“You were attacked at your college, were you not?” At her nod, he continued, “And at your home?”

She looked away. Did everyone know?

“The point is, you’re being attacked. You’re not safe at your college or at your home. Where will you go?” he asked, “What will you do? You’re a target.”

She sighed. She should at least go look at the house, right? “Fine. Can I see it?”

He smiled, almost a genuine one, too. “Yes. We will set out immediately.” He snapped his fingers and the three women in the room who had supplied the folders and glossy posters went into instant action. The papers were cleared away while another briskly trotted out of the room and down the hallway.

She felt an unexpected irritation with the man, and with Thanatos as well. She felt like she was being pushed into something she didn’t want. The house was beautiful, but what strings did it come with, even if she decided she liked it? She was particularly disturbed by James’ simple recounting of what she already objectively understood; gargoyles hired women to birth their children.

What exactly was Thanatos’ motivation here? He made it very clear that he didn’t care about her, but his behavior spoke far different from what his words did. He said she was just a human but he saved her, he protected her from a vampire, he was apparently buying her a house, he dipped into the all-important hoard…

She sighed and followed James outside. He picked her up and suddenly the world tilted and spun and flashed past with insane speed and fury. When they stopped, she was dizzy and disoriented.

“I’ll show you the inside first,” James said through the roaring in her head.

She straightened up and nodded. “Okay.” It was as weak as it sounded.

They reached the steps when a reverberating ‘boom’ shook the ground as Thanatos landed behind them.

“What are you doing?” Thanatos demanded.

“We’re looking at houses, as you requested,” James informed him, his tone surprisingly respectful, given his track record so far.

“This is not in the town,” Thanatos told him, scowling.

James backed up against the door frame. “She doesn’t want to live with werewolves,” he answered.

Thanatos’ eyes switched from James to her, and Alexis realized for the first time why everyone cringed from him.

“They are the best possible protectors,” he informed her. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. They leave on the full moon.”

She shook her head. “I don’t want to live there. This is a beautiful place, quiet and–“

“Isolated. It’s quiet and isolated. It is utterly unacceptable.” His gaze switched to James and Alexis could go back to admiring how powerful and sexy he was, even in ‘jeans and a t-shirt’ made out of skin. “I told you to get her a house in town, and instead you have isolated her. Do you wish to see the moon rise tomorrow night, or has all self-preservation fled you?”

James practically groveled then. “You said to give her what she wanted! Whatever she wanted…”

“In town!” Thanatos barked.

“I don’t want to live in the town!” Alexis yelled at him, irritated.

“Yes, you do,” he told her. “You want children at your house. You want activity and friends and–“

“None of those people know me, Thanatos. They’re not just going to send their kids over to my house–“

“They will,” he interrupted her. “I will see to it.”

“Or what, you’ll kill them?” She crossed her arms to glare at him.

He scowled. “Of course not. You don’t seriously think I’d kill them just for not visiting someone?”

“Then how?” she asked. “What possible motivation would they have to stop by the house of a person they don’t even know?”

“My hoard is quite substantial…” he trailed off as he looked at her, apparently clued in to her shock by her gaping mouth.

She snapped it shut and then asked, as calmly as she could muster, “You intend to buy me some friends? You can’t buy people, Thanatos.”

He obviously realized he’d done something wrong, as he scratched the back of his neck and looked perplexed. “Ah… no. I was going to buy you a chance to get to know them. Once they know you, they’ll adore you.”

“It doesn’t work like that. People you pay are employees, not friends.”

“You can’t live out here,” he said. “You won’t even have a chance to meet them, so how will you get to know them?”

“They’re werewolves, Thanatos,” she argued. “Who says I want to know them?”

His face closed off, just like that. His voice was colder than the morning after an ice storm, and just as discordant as he said, “So that’s the problem. Werewolves. Who would have thought that a woman who got herself arrested, and then attacked for protesting for gargoyles would be such a bigot!”

He looked at James, “Get her whatever house she wants. If she’d rather be isolated than make friends with those got-to-be-evil werewolves, then so be it.” The look he threw her was scathing, hard, dismissive.

He vanished before she could speak. But what was she going to say? What could she say? He was right. She just kept screwing up, time and again. But in fairness, did he expect her to just trust mythical monsters without knowing a thing about them?

“Take me to the town. I want to meet some of these werewolves and learn more about them and if I’d be safe.”

James looked at her like she was insane. “Of course you’d be safe. Even if you don’t trust them, do you genuinely think Thanatos would purposefully put you into a situation where you weren’t safe?”

“I don’t know. He keeps telling me I’m a useless human and then he buys me a house. I guess, though, when you have a hoard that nets three quarters of a million dollars from just a bag full, it’s not so hard to buy someone a house.”

“You really don’t know anything at all about gargoyles, do you?” he asked her. “Especially the one you’re involved with.”

“We’re not involved,” she growled. Much to her regret, if she were going to be honest about it. But then again, why would they be involved. Despite her earlier objections–and lies–to the scary vampire Thanatos had protected her from, she was considered ‘pleasantly plump’ by the world. And she wasn’t anywhere near a size six, either. Why would a guy like Thanatos be interested in a fat chick? Sympathy?

“I wouldn’t tell him that,” James told her. “No matter what he has said, he’s crazy about you.” He picked her up and the world flipped inside-out again as he flitted through the woods, past trees and over their fallen brethren.

Apparently, they were off to the werewolf village so Alexis could crap her pants with fear while meeting some perfectly sweet half human, half wolf beasts. Oh, the excitement!

First Field Trip!

So today was my daughter’s first school field trip. She’s in pre-school, and they went tide pooling.

Don’t know what tide pooling is? Well, here you go:

Rocky coastlines create the conditions for tidepooling, with depressions in the rock forming pools which hold seawater after the ocean recedes, allowing animals to survive until the rising tide floods the area again. Each of these pools can form a microcosm of life, hosting incredibly diverse creatures and seaweed. Tidepooling can be fun for people of all ages, as a number of interesting creatures including limpets, mussels, young crustaceans like crabs, sea anemones, starfish, barnacles, urchins, sea cucumbers, and chitons can be found in tidepools.

She was very excited about it… dragged me out of bed at 7 am. Yay?

It was also very exciting for me, personally, since it was her first field trip ever (she’s 5).

Progress is always good, right?

Moving right along with regards to Love’s Armageddon. I think for me, the hardest parts of it ware coming up with similar but different names for things, places, people. I am leaving some non-trademarked Proper Nouns in there, but changing a lot of other ones. Always a challenge to find something that people will recognize as intended to remind them of something, but not a trademark infringement.

Sometimes, though, I wonder if I should even care. It’s just romance novels… they barely even count according to a lot of people, lol.


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