I’m not used to reading on camera, so please, be kind to my nervous mistakes. But along with the story, I thought you, my friends and fans, might enjoy hearing the author read it to you.
If you’d like to get a copy to follow along with, you can find it at Amazon, or here. Also, if you’d like to check out The Artist’s Inheritance, book one in the series, it’s currently on sale for $.99 at Amazon, for until New Years. Enjoy!
Yes, the sixth story in the Antique Magic series just sort of (and sort of not) came out of the blue.
(Before you ask, no, this isn’t the book I was yakking about writing all last month. This is–what started out as–a flash fiction piece that I wrote for an indie blog hop last year. I took it, this year and reworked it into a longer edition which is what’s now available for download. It’s called A Light Yule Problem, and the synopsis is as follows:
The holidays are approaching, the busiest time of the year for Caitlin and Trevor’s antique store. Their goals for the solstice are set and they’re looking forward to a quiet break, if only the enchanted things in their shop, and of the Otherworld will let them have it. Sometimes Christmas really does bring magic! But what kind is it, this time?
If you’d like to check it out, it’s available at several e-retailers for free, via Smashwords for free during their year end sale, and I’ve put it on sale via draft2digital at Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and it should be up at Itunes shortly (I hope). You can find all those at this link.
Or if you’d like to support the author with a few pennies Amazon tosses her way, Amazon hasn’t price-matched it so it’s $.99 there. It’s just a little short that I hope you might enjoy. Have a wonderful Yule and Christmas!
Behind with the posts again. But, Happy (belated) Thanksgiving. Or for those of my readers who live outside the US, weekend/week. 🙂 Did y’all have a good holiday? We did not go visit family as per usual. To keep everyone as safe as possible. So my husband and I spent a quiet day at home. For the first time ever, I made sweet potatoes. Mom usually makes them and as my husband always looks forward to them, I attempted them. They came out great.
While I was waiting for dinner to cook, I did it. I surpassed my 50k goal for the month!
Okay. I didn’t do all that in an afternoon. I have spent the days since my last blogpost writing my little fingers off. That brings the total for the manuscript for my Antique Magic book 6 to over 90k–and the story is not quite finished yet. But as it is closer than it was in October, I’m thrilled.
Word count: 54,638/50,000. I hope your projects and holiday/weekend went well.
Almost there! Must keep writing, must keep writing. ✍
See this? I am also floored I have managed to put this much more into this book ( Yes, I said more. I’m using this Nanowrimo to finish this book!)
This is also why I haven’t been providing my Nano updates lately. The latest Antique Magic storyline has been grabbing me by the hair and dragging me into Word doc battle first thing every morning. I thought it would take only 30,000 words to finish the book, if that but oh no! Caitlin keeps talking. 😄
How are your projects progressing this week? We’re past the halfway point. Keep writing!!
If you got a different kind of ereader from Santa for Christmas, the story is also free at Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/320047 (I expect Barnes and Noble and Amazon UK will catch up eventually but for now the epub is available at Smashwords)
Though their fame became legend, a rumor cropped up about the Fulmer family: Something terrifying stalked Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare? Why she thought herself a witch?
What will the holidays hold for Caitlin? Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and hopes for each new year.
Includes samples of The Artist’s Inheritance, Antique Magic Book One, and the second volume, Drawing Down the Shades (which are also both still on sale). **This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic Series. And remember, book 3 is forthcoming!
Enjoy, and as always, reviews are welcome.
Welcome to the Magick and Mayhem Fantasy blog hop. So the question was, what’s your favorite fantasy creature.
Well, you know, I’m torn. I like elves and faeries, but I adore wizards and gods–and imps, and witches of course. So… I guess I have to say all of them!
They’re running a giveaway involved here so check out the link below. To this I’ll be giving away one of my bookmarks (US Only). The overall prize package includes a copy of Caitlin’s Book of Shadows (EBook only), featuring, you guessed it that damnable Imp Hofter. 😉
Imps are small, bat-ish like, ugly creatures of wild, uncontrolled temperament. Common in Germanic, Russian, Turkish, and Korean literature, they are pranksters by nature, they simply live to cause trouble for man. And they tend to feed off the a man’s essence and leave the poor victim a drooling shell of his former self. (Or maybe that’s just my imp). And yet, according to good ole google, some people thought witches cavorted with imps! Ewww….
My character Hofter is one such. Though he looks like a man, he’s all about Mayhem. 🙂
Want to know more about Caitlin and company? Okay:
Something terrifying stalks Caitlin and her beloved Trevor. Something the bits and pieces she left claimed she had to make sense of–or so legend says. When the curator of their collection finds Caitlin’s long forgotten diary, she wonders will it tell the whole tale? Will it tell why Caitlin seemed so determined to tell the difference between reality and nightmare even as she continued the fight to defend her family from evil? Will it explain why she thought her world twisted? If she really became a witch?
Perhaps the answer lies between the lines of her story, one of lessons, struggles, and the hopes she carried like a warrior’s shield.
**This is a side (or supplemental, if you will) story in the Antique Magic series, a companion to The Artist’s Inheritance (Antique Magic, Book One).
Caitlin worked the afternoon away in Kameko’s Print Shop, packaging a new order when the door opened. Hofter stepped into the shop. Caitlin froze. Hadn’t Arianrhod insisted she’d “taken care of him”? How, exactly, when there he was, flitting here and there amongst the customers, smiling, brandishing his claw-tipped fingers.
Caitlin narrowed her eyes watching him, unsure of what her eyes told her. He can’t be here.
She tried to will the unwelcome vision away but Hofter refused her silent order to leave. He approached one gentleman waiting in line. Hofter’s claws flashed. The man yelped and cursed.
Had he cut the gentleman? At least that’s what she thought she saw. She dropped the bundle of fliers she’d been carrying and screamed.
In the next second, Hofter disappeared but she couldn’t stop screaming.
Calvin sprinted out the office door. “What’s going on here?”
Hofter was gone and yet, she kept on screaming.
Calvin took her by the arms and shook her. “What is it, Caitlin?”
She pointed to the crowd. Hofter had disappeared and she knew though Calvin’s gaze followed the direction of her finger, he saw nothing.
“Maybe you need to take a break. Go on. Mark can handle things for now.” He turned and shouted over his shoulder, “Mark?”
The student assistant slinked into Caitlin’s spot at the counter as she tried to keep from running out the door.
Hands shaking, she pulled her purse from her locker seeking her cell phone to call Beryl.
“Sweetie,” Beryl said, “are you sure it was Hofter?”
“I saw him, plain as day.” Her mouth was so dry and heart pounding so hard she could barely get the words out. “There’s no doubt in my mind he’s not as imprisoned as she promised.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Yet, it seemed to take forever for Beryl to arrive. When she did, Caitlin stood back trying to do her work as she watched Beryl scrutinize the afternoon crowd of customers. She couldn’t stop shaking.
Beryl finally sauntered up to the counter and shook her head. “I don’t see him, Cait. I don’t even feel any remnants of him.” She reached out and ran her hand down Caitlin’s arm. The touch calmed her—a little. Not as much as she would’ve liked it to. “Sweetie, why don’t you go home and get some rest?”
Caitlin nodded to a watching, curious Calvin. “I would if I could, but I’m stuck here until closing.”
Beryl waved him over and proceeded to flirt with him. Caitlin didn’t know how she did it, but she managed to talk him into letting her leave. Driving her to Dr. Austin’s office herself, Beryl waited until Caitlin reformed from the puddle of sobbing goo she turned into. How she didn’t tell Dr. Austin the true nature of the monster she dealt with, how she managed to stay out of the nuthouse, was beyond Caitlin’s power to discern.
Even when she closed the door and the drapes that night, she could’ve sworn she saw Hofter hanging in the air outside her windows, grinning his evil, impish smile.
Now about that giveaway. One winner will receive a Smashwords coupon for a download of your choice of ebook format of Caitlin’s Book of Shadows. What to do? Leave me a comment below (with your email address so I can contact you if you win) and tell me what’s your favorite type of Fantasy creature.