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Swear is Coming!

November 21st, 2011 by
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Swear is available for preorder now! It will be out November 9, 2016!!!!

“In the final book of the My Blood Approves series…

Alice has moved on and is settling into a new country with a new career as a vampire hunter. Finally, she’s created a stable, happy life for herself and her family, including her boyfriend Jack. Or at least as stable as her life can be, especially with a dangerous vampire cult resurfacing.

But everything she’s worked for is put in jeopardy when she receives a disturbing message – one that sends her on a quest that delves into a tragic mystery that has haunted Peter for years.”

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Now for a few questions:

Just to be clear, when will Swear will be out?

Wednesday, November 9, 2016.

Will there be another book in the My Blood Approves after Swear?

No. Absolutely not. Not ever. This is the final book in the series, and the ending has a definite finality to it. I typed “The End” when I finished it, and it meant it. I want to make this as clear as possible, so I don’t get this question a lot in the future.

Will Swear be out in paperback?

Yes, it will! Because I’m self-publishing this series, paperbacks will not be available for pre-order. I did some research on setting up pre-order for paperbacks, and while it does seem like there are ways to for it to be possible, I’m not familiar enough with it, and I didn’t want to risk any sort of pre-order debacles. So, paperbacks will be available as close to November 9th as I can make it.

Will Swear be available in other languages or audio?

I think, probably, yes. The rest of the series has been translated into many languages and audio books, so I assume that many of the same publishers that bought the rights to the past books will buy the rights to this book. But I have no guarantee on that, nor do I have any idea when they will be out. Given the fact that I just finished the book, I suspect it will be about a year, maybe more, before Swear starts releasing in other languages.

Who did the cover for Swear

Regina at Mae I Design did the cover, as well as all the new covers for the My Blood Approves series.

Hey, I just noticed the covers for the other My Blood Approves books are different. How come? Is anything else different?

I had never been super fond of the old covers, but I didn’t want to update them until I had a plan for releasing Swear. That’s why at the beginning of the year, I started putting my plan in motion to redo the covers and get Swear out to readers. I wanted all my covers to have a more similar style and feel, so that my self-published books and my traditionally published books looked like they belonged together. As for the books themselves, I did re-edit them before releasing them, but only for minor grammatical errors, and I made no other changes to the story itself.

Do I need to read/re-read the rest of the My Blood Approves books before reading Swear?

Since Swear is the final book in a five book series (well, five and a half, if you count Letters to Elise), I would not recommend reading it if you haven’t read the other books. I tried to recap the previous books as much as possible without it weighing down the story too much, since it has been five years since the last book came out, but it’s up to you if you want to read the other books as a refresher. I don’t think it would hurt, but I don’t think it’s absolutely necessary, as long as you’ve read the series at some point.

Will there be ARCs (Advance Reader Copy) of Swear?

There will not, and that’s basically because I wanted to get Swear to you as soon as possible. Creating rough versions of PDFs and paperbacks takes time, and then waiting for people to read them to help generate buzz (which is the whole point of ARCs in the first place) takes even longer. This would push the release date back for Swear by at least another month, probably more like 2-3 more months. And I figured you guys had waited long enough, so I decided to forgo ARCs and just get it out there as soon as it was ready. Right now, I’m finishing up edits on Swear, and after that, it needs to be properly formatted for ebook and paperback, which is why it’s up for preorder on November 9th.

Is there anything else you can tell me about Swear?

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be dropping more info and teaser quotes, so you’ll get more of a preview of what the book is about. One thing you should know is that the first four books of the My Blood Approves series take place in 2008-2009 (My Blood Approves, Fate, and Flutter are all in 2008, and Wisdom is in 2009), and the newest book is set in 2014, roughly five and a half years after the events in WisdomSwear was always intended to take a small jump into the future, with the original plan having it set in 2011, but when I was re-doing the outline before writing Swear this year, I realized that I had more time to play with, and I thought it would make more sense for readers to set it closer to the present day. Plus, it allows for more time for the characters to mature a bit.

Why did it take you so long to write Swear?

When I first published the My Blood Approves series, I was a young sheltered writer self-publishing them with a lot of naive hope. I thought I was prepared for criticism. I expected reviews to say things like, “I really did not like this book. I thought it was dumb.” I was not at all prepared for essay-length reviews that eviscerated every part of my books and myself. I’m not condemning the people that wrote these reviews – I’m merely stating that I was not prepared. And in the beginning, I read every single review of my books (not something I do anymore, because my sanity is important). And I will agree that My Blood Approves is not my best work. (Nor should it be – it’s the first book I ever published. My books and writing are supposed to get better the more experienced I get, and I believe they have).

But I think reading so many negative reviews eventually led me to believe that it was true, that the books were total complete garbage, that they were the cause of everything wrong with the world, and their very existence was destroying humanity. SoI hated them. For awhile, I even considered unpublishing them, but I that would only make people angrier, so I left them alone, and basically, just tried to pretend like they didn’t exist, because in my mind, they were the worst things ever, and every time anybody mentioned them, it was really just bringing up the greatest shame of my life.

I don’t really feel the same way about my other books, I think, mostly because I don’t read reviews as much anymore. I do read them from time to time, but not with the same fervor as I did initially, and my skin has gotten a lot thicker. But that’s unfortunately something that can only happen after your skin has been shredded and allowed time for scar tissue to grow.

Which brings me back to this year. I decided to re-read the books to see if I could make any headway onto Swear. Despite my negative feelings about My Blood Approves – or maybe because of them – I still desperately wanted to finish the series and put it behind me and move on. I knew people where waiting, and I hated disappointing people (while at the same time fearing that the whole series was a disappointment and that everyone would hate it anyway).

But as I was re-reading the books, I realized I didn’t hate them. I actually kinda liked them. I still don’t think they’re my best work, and they can meander at times – particularly the first book – but they had some genuinely good bits that I enjoyed, and they weren’t total rubbish. They were fun, and sometimes I think they were even good.

And that’s when I realized that the problem all long hadn’t been that the series was awful – it was that I had let negative reviews eat too much at me, and I had been unable to quiet those most critical of voices, and that had been the wedge that had driven me away from My Blood Approves. Once I realized that the books weren’t the worst thing that had ever happened, writing Swear was actually fairly easy. I already had an outline, and I did re-work it some (but the story is still true to my original and vision for the series). But it really only took me about six months to re-read, do prep work, and write Swear.

Since you finished My Blood Approves, what about the Hollows?

The Hollows is a different breed than My Blood Approve, and I go more in depth in this blog: here. But the short answer is: I always planned on My Blood Approves being 5 books. I actually planned on the Hollows only being one book. I added another because my mom asked me to, and I deliberately wrote Hollowmen in such a way that it could stand as a Happily Ever After in a Zombie Apocalypse if I wanted, or I could I write another book in the series if I wanted. At the moment, I don’t have plans to write another book in that series.

I’ve never heard of the My Blood Approves series, but I like some of your other books. Do you think I would like My Blood Approves?

Maybe? The pacing and editing is better in my newer my books, but I do think that the MBA series still has the same “voice” as my other books. I feel like you’d be able to tell it was written by me, if you’ve read several of my other books. So it’s less polished than some of my other books, but it’s still fun, and I think some of the characters are great.

One thing I will say is that the My Blood Approves series get compared to the Twilight saga, with some people saying it’s much better, and others saying it is much worse. But the comparison is unavoidable. I think that Twilight and My Blood Approves start at a similar place, but then they diverge sharply, and MBA definitely goes it’s own way.

 

Hollowmen is For Sale!

November 10th, 2011 by
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Yay! Hollowmen is now for sale for both the Kindle and the Nook! It’s not yet out in paperback, but I’m hoping to have that in a few weeks.

It’s already ranked at #93 in the Kindle store and #50 in the Nook store. And it has three 5-star reviews on Amazon. So, that’s a good sign.

If you want to get it for the Kindle, you can get it: here. If you want to get it for the Nook, you can get it: here.

Sorry the blog is so brief. A camera crew is coming over today to film a little web piece for the interwebs. I’m not sure exactly where it’s going up at, but as soon as I know the details, I’ll be sure to post them.

Thanks to everybody for all the support and words of encouragement in the last blog, and I really hope you enjoy Hollowmen

Hollowmen News!

November 9th, 2011 by
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Good news, everybody! I have published Hollowmen for the Kindle and the Nook! They should both be for sale within the next 24-72 hours.

And because I know I’m going to get asked this a lot, and probably still get angry comments and emails demanding to know why people can’t get the book yet, I’m going to bold this part: From this point on, I have absolutely no control or idea when the books will be published. It’s up to Amazon and Barnes & Noble, and it should be sometime in the next 72 hours.

I’m very excited about this. I worked very hard on this book, and I hope that you’ll all enjoy it. I definitely think this book is a bit more R-rated than its successor, so that’s something to keep in mind if you’re purchasing it for your children. As always, I recommend that parents read books before and/or with their kids so they can decide what’s appropriate for them.

As soon as the book does go for sale, I will post links on where to get it at. People are usually pretty good about letting everyone know when they find it, so you can also check out my Facebook and Twitter, because things tend to pop up there before my blog.

And as excited as I am about all of this, I feel like I need to get something off my chest. I want to preface this by saying that I love you guys and I appreciate you and I know that I wouldn’t be here without you. But lately, I’ve been getting more and more feedback stating that you don’t think that’s true. And I’ve also been getting yelled at more because I’m not doing things how or when you wanted me to.

And here’s the thing, guys. I love you. Really I do. And I show that love by always trying to do the best I can for you. Writing the best possible books I can for you. I’m not a factory, though. I’m a person. And sometimes things take longer than I mean for them to, just because that’s how writing goes or sometimes because things happen in my personal life.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. I don’t delay the release of a book to piss you off. In fact, I try to never set particular release dates for books so I can’t disappoint you, yet somehow, for reasons I don’t know, I hear things like, “Hollowmen was supposed to be out on October 19th! Where is it?!” When I have never, ever, ever issued an exact release date for that novel. Never. So I don’t know where people heard that date, but then they were mad at me because I hadn’t delivered on something I’d never even promised.

I try really hard to make everybody happy, but that’s impossible, and as a result, I’m giving myself an ulcer and developing an aversion to blogging. Because inevitably a blog will lead to comments about how I’m making someone very unhappy in some way. And I don’t want to make anyone unhappy. I want to make you all happy, and not just because of what you’ve done for me, but because I like to make people happy.

I am currently incredibly stressed out by a multitude of things going on my life. Not all of them are work related, but some of them are. And it’s because of this I find it so upsetting when people are all, “You don’t even care!” Because I care very much. Too much in fact, and it’s probably this excessive amount of caring that is ruining my life.

I guess what I’m saying is that I do care. I am doing the best I can for you. And things might not always get done as soon as you want them, and I’m sorry about that, but things don’t always get done as soon as I want them too, either. I wanted this book published in October. But it wasn’t ready then, and I’d rather wait a month and publish a better book then rush through something and publish a piece of crap so you can have it sooner. I think that’s far more respectful to you the reader.

New Cover Reveal!

November 4th, 2011 by
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I have an awesome new cover to show you guys, and I will, but first:

Thanks to everyone for participating in Zombiepalooza. The winners from all the giveaways have picked and notified, so watch your email 😉

Hollowmen is back from the editor, but I’m still editing it. I’m hoping to publish it early next week.When I publish it, I’ll post some more info about the book. Until then, Hollowland is free for the Kindle, if you haven’t checked it out yet. The first un-edited chapter of Hollowmen is still up, if you want to check that out: here.

Now to the cover. As you may know, I have a new four-book series entitled Watersong with St. Martin’s. The first book Wake will be out in 2012. The photographer for the cover is James Porto, my favorite photographer ever, and it really was a fantastic honor to work with him. His work is amazing. As is this cover. Don’t believe me? Take a look:

I love it! I got to pick out the model, and the clothes she’s wearing, which was fun. I think there will be also something extra with the cover when it comes out, but this cover is divine enough as it is.

Hollowmen First Chapter

October 24th, 2011 by
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Hollowmen (The Hollows #2) is still with the editor, but it should be back soon. Until then, I’m giving you a sneak peak at the book with an excerpt from it. Keep in my mind that this version isn’t fully edited. So, here it is:

            “Remember us – if at all – not as lost
            Violent souls, but only
            As the hollow men”
                        – T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men,” 1925

1.

I was dying. Or at least I really hoped I was.
During the operations, I often screamed for my own death, begging them to just hurry up and kill me. They didn’t, though. They planned on keeping me alive for as long as they could, dissecting me over and over again.
I’m not even sure what they were looking for, and honestly, I don’t think they knew either. From what Dr. Daniels had told me, the doctors and scientists at the quarantine were no closer to finding a cure for the lyssavirus, despite all examinations and tests and vivisection they’d performed on me.
Daniels was the doctor I dealt with the most. He did the day-to-day things with me and drew blood, occasionally gave me shots, but nothing too terrible. All the truly gruesome experiments and surgeries were left with a nameless, faceless mob of butchers.
Even though Daniels repeatedly assured me that they were surgeons, some of the finest that had ever practiced medicine, I wasn’t convinced. Any doctor that had taken the Hippocratic Oath couldn’t act like they did.
In the night, they would come into my little white room – a windowless cell that was a cross between a lab and a prison. The surgeons always came when I was sleeping based on some theory I was more complacent when I was drowsy, but I don’t think that was true.
Two or three large men would come to get me, their faces blocked by surgical masks. They didn’t need them, not yet, so I can only assume they wore them to keep themselves hidden. They wanted to make this as impersonal as possible. To them, I was just a lab rat, and they didn’t want to humanize the situation with introductions.
I tried to fight them when they came, kicking and hitting as best I could, but I was growing weak. Everything they did to me, it was killing me, even if went much slower than I’d have liked. Almost all my bones were visible, and my veins popped bright blue through my nearly translucent skin.
I tried to work out – doing pushups, curl ups, jogging in place, anything I could think of to keep my muscles from atrophying. But I was barely eating, I hadn’t seen the sun in I don’t know how long, and I was constantly losing blood and the occasional organ.
When I’d first starting getting carted off to these surgeries, they’d sent four men, and they could barely hold me. But last night, they’d only sent two. 
Lately, I’d been considering not fighting them, since it was a waste of energy. I never prevented anything from happening. I only exhausted myself. So last night, I’d attempted to not fight, to just let them take me away.
But as soon as I saw the operating room, I couldn’t help it. Just the sight of the cold metal, the ultra-bright lights, the scent of the disinfectant, it flipped a switch inside me. It filled me with an all-too familiar terror and a wave of intense nausea passed over me.
Each of the men had taken one of my arms, so my bare feet were still on the ground. As soon as the door swung open to the operating room, I bucked against them. I tried pull back and wiggle out of their grasps, and when that didn’t work, I tried kicking them.
But it didn’t matter. They were stronger than me, and I knew the only reward I’d get for my troubles would be bruises on my arms and legs.
By the time they dragged me over to the table, I’d given up on fighting on them. I’d resorted to begging, trying to appeal to their humanity, even though that had never worked. Anything I said – tears, prayers, bartering, pleading – it all fell on deaf ears.
They took off my shirt, and laid me down on the cold metal table. They held me down until the leather straps were secure. A strap ran across each ankle, thigh, wrist, and either over my ribs or my hips, depending on where they planned to cut. Today, the strap went over my ribs, so that meant my abdomen. 
After that, the two men left, and I waited. Sometimes I’d wait hours, maybe even longer.
But eventually, the operating team came in. Five men, all dressed in white, their operating masks on, their hair in surgical caps, plastic gloves on their hands. It all appeared like any normal surgery save one thing – the patient was completely lucid without any pain medication.
All their surgeries were performed while I was wide awake.
“Please,” I begged them. I strained to lift my head, as if it would somehow be better if I could see what they were doing, if I knew what tools exactly they were using to slice me open. “Please. Don’t do this. You just did this a few weeks ago. I need time to heal. Please. Let’s postpone this.”
But they didn’t talk to me. They never even acknowledged me. They’d talk amongst themselves in low whispers that I couldn’t understand.
“Okay, if we have to do this, can you just give me a warning?” I asked. “Just let me know before you cut me. Give me a second to prepare myself. Okay?”
When nobody said anything, I lay my head back, staring up at the light above me. It was so bright, it nearly blinded me.
Then, without warning, I felt the blade, cold metal slicing through my flesh. I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut. This wasn’t even the worst of it. Cutting through my skin was the least painful part of what they did.
It was when they were inside, playing with my organs, taking biopsies, squeezing things, investigating, that was impossibly brutal. Sometimes I’d pass out from the pain, but not often enough.
I winced as excruciating pain began in my abdomen. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but my skin was stretching as they pried open the incision they’d just made. In a few moments, they’d be cutting into some organ I probably needed to use to stay alive.
“Oh hell,” I said through gritted teeth, and the pain got worse. I balled up my fists and pulled at the straps as much as I could. Blinding agony ran through me, and I don’t even know what I was saying, but I knew I was screaming.
A blaring siren rang out through the room, and for a moment, I just thought it was a side effect from the pain. But when I opened my eyes, gasping for breath in an attempt to fight the pain, I saw that the room had been bathed in flashing red lights.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
I strained to lift my head, but all I could see where the doctors hovering over me, their hands bloodied from cutting me open. They exchanged looks and mumbled to each other, but they didn’t appear to know what was going on any more than I did.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked again. “Did the zombies get in?”
The surgeon that had cut me pulled his bloodied gloves off, then tossed them on me. I felt them, cold and latex, on my bare skin. Then he turned and walked away. He’d discarded his trash on top of me, and he and the rest of the doctors were leaving.
“Hey!” I shouted after them. “You can’t just leave me here! Unhook my straps! Hey!”
But they didn’t come back, not that I’d really expected them to. There was an emergency, and they didn’t have time to waste on me. I was nothing more than a science experiment to them.
If zombies had broken in – as I strongly suspected – I would be a buffet for them. I was tied down, unable to move, and my stomach had already been cut open, giving them easier access to their favorite foods. If they got in here, they would literally tear me apart.
As much as I wanted to die, or at least I’d rather be dead instead of having these surgeries, I did not want to get ripped to shreds. I wanted a nice quiet fall-asleep-and-never-wake-up kind of death. And if I couldn’t get that, then I had to get out of here.
I pulled at the straps, but they didn’t budge. After surgeries, I always had welts on my skin from fighting against them. The leather was ridiculously strong.
But since I had no other options, I kept straining at them. I tried to arch my back, even though it killed my abdomen, and I rocked the table.
All my struggling didn’t succeed in getting myself free, but it did tip the table over. It clattered to the concrete floor. The metal holding my strap in place was crushed between the table and floor. It wasn’t broken, not yet, but if I could keep rocking the table on it, I might be able to get the one hand free.
In order to do that, I had to smash my left hand painfully against the floor, but it was the only way I knew to get out. So I rocked backward, almost tipping the table again, but it steadied itself on the side.
Finally, the metal hook bent far enough that I could slide the wrist strap out. The leather was still around my wrist, like a bracelet, but I didn’t care as long as my hand was free.
With my free hand, I reached up to undo the strap on my right wrist. That sounded simpler than it actually was. I had to twist my freshly sliced open abdomen and stretch and strain. I ended up crying out as I undid my other hand.
The other straps were quicker and easier, and once I finally had them all off, I got to my feet. I took a look at my incision. It only ran about three inches across, so it wasn’t the worst they’d done, but blood was seeping out of it down my stomach and pants.
I couldn’t walk around like that, not with zombies attracted to the scent of blood. There was a needle and thread on the smaller table with all the surgical tools. The butchers always sewed me up when they were done, so that was something, I guess.
My hands were shaking, and my left hand was sore and scraped up from hitting the floor. Plus, I’d never been that great of a seamstress. But I couldn’t just walk around like this, and I was certain the doctors weren’t coming back.
I threaded the needle and braced myself on the tray. Fortunately, all the surgeries had raised my pain tolerance quite a bit. Unfortunately, it still hurt like hell when I shoved a needle through my own skin.
I didn’t scream, though. I didn’t want to attract unwanted attention from a zombie. I just clenched my teeth and powered through it. I nearly threw up half way through, but I kept it down.
With slick bloodied hands, I staggered around the room. I found a towel and wiped myself as best I could, then I put on the shirt I’d come in with. I grabbed a scalpel from the tray, since it was the closest thing I had to a weapon, and I left the operating room to find out what was waiting for me.
It was rather anticlimactic, because at first, there was nothing. The third floor – the floor I lived on – was completely deserted. The red flashing lights and warning sirens had scared everyone, as was their job.
The next floor was exactly the same, but I finally found something when I staggered out of the stair well onto the first floor.
That main level was soldiers’ quarters. It was like a dormitory, where they slept and lived. It was dark and appeared to be empty, but as I walked down the hall, one hand running along it for support, I heard something coming from a room.
I didn’t think I could fight, not in this condition with a tiny scalpel, so my best bet to escape a zombie was to take off running. And that’s exactly what I did.
I’d only made it a few steps, my bare feet slapping against the cool tiles, when I heard someone calling my name.