Thursday, February 24, 2011
By now I know not much will happen until I release a fantasy historical already getting rave reviews from crit partners who are notoriously difficult to please. Hopefully, it will be out this summer. July and August will be good months...September and October leaner months and God help me if I don't release something in November. My accountant will make another snide remark about writing being a hobby.
Meanwhile, on my web site, nine bright and shiny once-somebody-loved-me books stare out at the reader like dogs in a shelter, all begging for somebody to take them home. They'll be good, honest, they promise. Actually, they ARE good. There are several 5+ reviews and award winners among them, books that sold hundreds of copies their first week out. The problem is...they're OLD. Copyrighted as far back as 2008, some of them. In a society where your dress can be out of style before it's finished burning up your credit card, they have a problem.
We hear that epub has great advantages because your back list never gets old. But mine has gray hair and it's giving it to me. And I hear people talk, so I know I'm not alone.
So who else has this going on? Or, if you don't, to what do you atttribute your backlist's ability to move--that determined little wriggle like sperm seeking ova or, in this case, book hunting for a home? And if you're a reader, I'd love to hear your take on whether you buy only new releases. Is it sort of like...you know, compulsive shopping? Do you ever find a new-to-you author so talented that you go and buy their entire back list? I have done that and, believe me, I was a reader long before I was a writer. So, what gives? Inquiring minds want to know.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Yes, well...ahem. Now to give you some idea about the story:
It's the last day for my offer of a free PDF of my Valentine's Day book, Stupid Cupid. If you would like a copy, just leave a comment and your email address.
This little novella is a quick read set in Ireland, where the arrival of both Cupid and a pugilistic couple in need of his services disrupts the life of the faerie band first met in my novel Confessions of the Cleaning Lady. If you like paranormal with an Irish twist, don't miss Stupid Cupid with its adorable cover by DCL cover artist Annie Marshall!
Monday, February 7, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
One man’s accepted skills may be another man’s magic, or at least that’s the way Megan McMuir sees it when she learns her husband is a faery wizard. David’s a trooping faery, a human-sized fae, complete with antenna, wings and a glamour keeping anyone—including his wife—from seeing his true form. Once he confesses his duplicity to Megan, however, she makes a rule: No more glamour on the wife. She wants to see her husband and their entire household just as it is.
It’s a bit of a shock. Instead of a stately antebellum mansion, their home is actually a large magnolia tree in the middle of a vacant lot. Inside, it looks like a coal mine, with uncut gems twinkling in the darkness and roots hanging from the ceiling and protruding from the walls. Grass and flowers decorate the rooms and the bathroom comes equipped with its own waterfall. In fact, as Megan sees it:
The halls and corridors had always appeared narrow and cramped. Now, with the shield of glamour torn away, they became a series of tunnels, seemingly carved out of living rock. The walls melded into the ceiling in a continuous curve. Tree roots hanging from cracks pushed their way through crevices. Fissures gaped to reveal the sparkle of unmined gems.
At any moment, she expected to see Doc, Grumpy, and Sleepy appear and start singing Heigh-Ho!
As if that isn’t enough, now Megan finds herself the only mortal in a houseful of fae. First, of course, there’s husband David:
Copper brows winged above his eyes, not arching as they had before, but arrow-straight. And the eyes themselves... They were like an animal’s, the entire eye a deep green iris. Protruding from his forehead were antenna. Not butterfly-like but smoky, feathery tendrils floating in the air above his head. And the wings…Dragonfly-like, they didn’t come from under his shoulder blades but grew on each side of his upper spine. Not the tiny things shown in drawings of fairies either, but equaling David’s height. Delicately translucent in bronzes and golds, the colors of a Monarch's wings magnified.
…and David’s manservant, and familiar, Ossian:
…More handsome than David, if that were possible. Ossian was beautiful. Statue beautiful. A masterpiece. A pointed-eared man in a dark business suit, sporting a pair of brilliant blue and emerald wings, with the antenna sprouting from his forehead matching the glow of his blue, blue eyes.
…and Ossian’s twin sister, Brigid:
…just as beautiful in her own way. Her long, dark hair was braided and wound into a coronet at her crown.
And in the middle of this magical setting, is Megan O’Connell McMuir…newly-wed…expectant mother…human…with no magical powers and nothing but her love of her husband to keep her on a straight and steady court of sanity. Oh, and there’s the icing on the case: David’s been sent to protect the Earth from the invasion by his arch-rival, Exeter Dubhtina, a wizard with power equal to his own, and if David fails, both his own dimension as well as the little blue planet called Terra will be forfeit…
Ho-hum. Life’s never dull for a Wizard’s Wife!
Wizard’s Wife was released January 15, 2011, by Class Act Books and is available in both print and e-version. For a glimpse into Chapter One, click here http://www.classactbooks.com/The-Wizards-Wife-Trade-by-Toni-V-Sweeney_p_269.html