Monday, December 15, 2014

Author Interview

I'm continuing my sort of blog tour for The Consequence of High Caliber with an interview over at The Novel Approach (and what an awesome name for a book blog) this week, along with a giveaway of Chance Assassin: A Story of Love, Luck, and Murder.

You can still enter to win The Consequence of High Caliber at Attention is Arbitrary  as well as pick up a copy of any of the three books at Amazon.com.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Interview with an Assassin

The always amazing LisaT at the Attention is Arbitrary blog was nice enough to help me promote my new book, The Consequence of High Caliber, and instead of interviewing boring ol' me we had some fun with it and she got to interview Miko, aka The Mako Shark.

The book will be out on Saturday the 13th, a perfectly unlucky number for Miko, and you can read his interview here as well as enter to win an ebook.  Happy reading to everyone, and good luck!

Sunday, December 7, 2014

The Consequence of High Caliber

As December speeds by I find myself remembering to do all the little things I've forgotten (don't even get me started on the status of my Christmas shopping list) but here it is.  In a week (12/13/2014 to be specific) I'll be releasing my latest book, The Consequence of High Caliber.  I haven't talked much about it yet, mostly because the end of this year has been barreling towards me at an alarming rate, but to carry on tradition I wanted to do my cover release along with the high-quality (read: low-quality) drawing I made to show my far more artistically inclined photographer what I was looking for.

Ta Da!

Covers are a huge part of the publishing process for self-pubs.  We have the freedom to do what we want instead of a publisher making that decision for us, but we also have to go at it with a sense of adventure and in my case, a handful of friends.  This was a really fun experience for me since I got to be part of the splattering of fake blood (mixed up in my very own kitchen) and a really confusing experience for the employees of one hardware store and one lumber store who had to deal with me trying to explain that I needed rough plywood for an "art project."  I didn't mention the part about splattering it with blood.

As promised, here is the original drawing by yours truly.

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Things to Come

Life has been a little hectic recently, but I have a new book coming out pretty soon so I suppose I should start talking about it.  The Consequence of High Caliber is a spinoff of the Chance Assassin series, but you don't necessarily need to be familiar with the other books to read (and hopefully enjoy) it.  It's about Miko, a sort of consummate underdog who tries very hard but never really gets things right.  He's a product of unfortunate circumstances, and his story is told in alternating periods of past and present.  Like Chance Assassin it's about (you guessed it) assassins, and it is M/M.


Here is the official blurb, and there will be a release date and cover reveal soon.


Miko is a devoted son.  An irresponsible brother.  A protective friend.  An anonymous lover.  An assassin, nicknamed the Mako Shark after the sheer violence of his hits.  Miko is deadly.  And damaged.

Miko is in love.

 
As far as the rest of the craziness, I was in a bit of a slump working on book three of Chance Assassin, but I just finished the first draft and things are getting exciting for those two while they return to work where they belong.

That's it for now.  Until next time, I'm back to the land of murder and mayhem. 


Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Back to Work

I was on vacation last week, visiting the lovely S.K. Hart in snowy/rainy/sunny & warm Massachusetts (no joke, we got all of that in one week.)

Salem witches

We visited Salem and Boston and Dunkin' Donuts (which they literally have on every corner.)  My next book, a sort of spinoff of the Chance Assassin series titled The Consequence of High Caliber takes place partially in Boston so it was good to get out and see it.  I was also fortunate enough to visit someone who owns a gloriously nice bathtub which will be used for an upcoming cover (and may or may not have been filled with fake blood) so this was technically a working trip even though I got absolutely no writing done.

What I did get done was re-editing Chance Assassin one final time for the...drumroll please...UPCOMING PRINT ADDITION.  Challenge accepted, Ms. Hart.  Challenge accepted.  Even though you beat me to it.

I'm also working on getting The Consequence of High Caliber out on ebook soon, so look for more information on that in the upcoming weeks.  Until then, I am back to work on Chance Assassin #3 which I'll be shooting for release next year.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

Pumpkin spice it

Tis the most wonderful time of the year!  No, not the holidays, FALL!  You get this:


and this:


and THIS:


It's no secret that I hate all things summer.  I'm one of the few that suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder during hot weather instead of the gloomy and delightful winter, and even sitting inside an igloo doesn't help when that sun is blazing outside.  So as the weather grows colder and coffee shops everywhere start peddling their pumpkin spice goodness, I say farewell to that horrible, hot, bug-infested season we call summer.  Don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. 

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Banned Books Week

It's Banned Books Week (September 21-27.)  From the American Library Association website for banned books:

Over this recent past decade, 5,099* challenges were reported to the Office for Intellectual Freedom.
  • 1,577 challenges due to "sexually explicit" material;
  • 1,291 challenges due to "offensive language";
  • 989 challenges due to materials deemed "unsuited to age group";
  • 619 challenged due to "violence"' and
  • 361 challenges due to "homosexuality."
Further, 274 materials were challenged due to "occult" or "Satanic" themes, an additional 291 were challenged due to their "religious viewpoint," and 119 because they were "anti-family."

As a reader, my first response when I hear about people trying to ban books is of course, go fuck yourself, you can't tell me what to do.  But as a writer, I think how nice it must be to have someone so outraged by something you've created that they take it upon themselves to try and prevent other people from reading your work.

And I'm not talking about writing a bad review because you didn't like a book, or telling your friends not to bother reading it, but actively trying to stop every other person from reading what they might enjoy specifically because you object to the content (likely without reading it in the first place.)

I'm sure that the authors whose names end up on these lists didn't set out to write something controversial, but I tip my hat to them anyway.  If you're pissing off some close-minded person, you're probably doing something right.

Monday, August 25, 2014

More death!

It's been awhile since I posted a hit, so here's a new one and now I'm back to work on book three.  I'll have more updates on the spinoff in the near future.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Bake him all the pies!

I just have to share this, and give a shoutout to supergirl (as seen here*)
who loved the Chance Assassin series so she Mailed.  Me.  A.  Pie.  Georgia peach, a la Maggie Evans.  And Snickers.  And gummy bears.



In bubble wrap so it wouldn't fall apart all over the box



Excuse me while I go run around on a massive sugar (and sheer joy) high.  Kaesha dearest, you rock.  Even if your face is half green on webcam.

*not really supergirl, it's a meme with art originally from Hyperbole and a Half, which you should totally check out.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

And now for something completely different...

Okay, not completely different but it's always nice to reference Monty Python.



Anyway, I've been hard at work on this spinoff book, which I'm really excited about.  I was planning to get book three of Chance Assassin out beforehand, but things haven't turned out that way.  This character popped up out of nowhere while I was working on Les Recidivists and he did end up in the book just briefly.  Then the first draft of this spinoff was done within a few months of publishing Les Recidivists, and now it's getting a couple additional changes before it'll be off to beta readers.

There are a few minor spoilers here about Les Recidivists, so if you haven't read it you may want to turn back now.

This character appears as an anonymous sniper in Les Recidivists.  He has origins within the assassination empire that Angelo Silva helped form, but unlike Frank or Bella, he didn't start out as a criminal.   His story takes place mostly during the interim between the books of the Chance Assassin series, and it's a bit different than my usual as it's told in two mostly linear narratives.

That's all I'm giving away now, but it will almost certainly be out later this year.  I'll keep you updated once I have an official title and all the rest of it.  Until then...I must get back to killing.  Frank and Vincent have a whole book to work through.  :)

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

It's that time of year again

It's summer.  Blue skies, warm weather, feeling like you're in a FUCKING OVEN ALL THE TIME.  Yes, I hate summer.  A lot. 


I moved to Oregon because I was promised 280 days of clouds a year.  280 days.  I feel totally ripped off.  Another major thing I hate about the summer is my birthday.  Another year older, another year closer to spinsterhood and owning six hundred cats.  Not that there's anything wrong with that.  I'm actually looking forward to it in a way.  I will be an awesome old lady.

See?  They love me already!  I only need 598 more of them to be complete!
Getting to the point, to celebrate my birthday Les Recidivists will be free this weekend (July 26-27) so please pick up a copy at Amazon.com if you haven't already.  I'll just be over here eating massive amounts of ice cream cake.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Ask the Author

So a couple of months ago Goodreads piloted this program called Ask the Author, where Goodreads members were given the opportunity to (you guessed it) ask authors questions about their latest books, writing in general, etc.  It's now been opened up to other authors as well, and it's a great opportunity for authors as well as for readers if you're into that sort of thing.  Your favorite authors may be answering questions now, and I personally love hearing from readers, so if anyone has questions that's a good place to do it.  And as always, I respond to comments on my blog as well.

Friday, May 30, 2014

Things I've learned about book covers

They say you can't judge a book by its cover, but to a writer, the cover can be one of the most important aspects of publishing.  I'm fortunate enough to have very talented friends who are not only artists, but professional photographers.  They took this sketch

and transformed it into the cover for Chance Assassin.



Then they once again worked miracles and turned this unsightly atrocity

Aren't I so talented?

 into the cover for Les Recidivists.




Here are a few things I've personally learned about the cover art process

1)  It's a lot easier to paint a heart of fake blood on a wall than it is to paint it on two trees.  Trees do not like being painted with fake blood.

2)  Poison oak is bad news.

3)  Fake blood is edible* and biodegradable.

4)  Bryan and Vita Hewitt of Hewitt Photography can do anything.  Seriously.  If you're in the Marin/Sonoma region of Northern California, hire them.  For weddings, portraits, or bloody book covers.  You can contact them and view their website here.

* Edible is a matter of opinion

Monday, May 19, 2014

Happy book day!

Les Recidivists is officially out today!  You can pick up a copy here at Amazon.com.  Happy reading! 


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Save the date

Ladies and gentlemen, we've got an official release date!  Les Recidivists will be out on May 19th.

To kick off the release, SueC and Shelley from the Boys in our Books blog were nice enough to do a bit of a pre-release party.  On May 15th you can view a never-before-read hit on their site, followed by the cover reveal on the 17th and a Q&A with yours truly on May 19th.  There will be a giveaway of both books in the series, so please visit them here.

Good luck to everyone, and if you don't win you can always pick up Les Recidivists as well as Chance Assassin at Amazon.com.  Happy reading!

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Introducing Les Recidivists

After a few additional housekeeping items and a soon to be revealed cover, Les Recidivists will be out for sale.  I'll be putting the first chapter at the end of copies of Chance Assassin in the days to come so I figured I'd take a moment to do a quick intro and give a sneak peak to those who've already picked up a copy of book one.

Chance Assassin was an introduction not only to Frank and Vincent's relationship, but also to their world of assassinations.  Les Recidivists is a very different book than Chance Assassin, and not just because of the alternating character points of view.  It's a gateway to the rest of the series: insight into other aspects of the job and other characters, but mostly a look at what two years of retirement will do to people who get off on bloodshed (kinda obvious spoiler: it hasn't gone well for them.)

A lot can happen in two years, or in Frank and Vincent's case, a lot of nothing.  They're bored with it.  And frustrated.  The events of Chance Assassin may have nearly killed them, but it was a lot easier than surviving civilian life.  Or married life.

Without further ado, here's an excerpt from the first chapter of Les Recidivists.  I hope you all enjoy it, and enjoy the rest of the book once it's out.



Sortie.  Exit.  Neon green salvation mounted just above the fire door, a height that had never seemed so far out of reach even for short little me.  It brightly lied about the possibility of surviving through the night.
There was no escape.  Not for me.  And certainly not for Frank.
I could see the panic on his face from halfway across the room.  He was outnumbered, up against the wall with only an empty champagne flute as a weapon.  He looked pleadingly toward me.  If I only had my gun I could make quick work of them, doing my best Jackson Pollock and painting the walls with their brains.  But no.  I wasn’t allowed to bring a gun to Casey’s art opening.
Social events were torturous after retiring from a life of crime, but since moving to France I’d discovered a little get out of jail free card.  All I had to do was practice my je ne comprends pas, and throw my French husband to the wolves.
Frank managed to flee the crowd of art critics only to be cornered by Alan Barker, art dealer extraordinaire and master of ceremonies for this evening’s soiree.  And the main reason I wasn’t allowed to come in armed.  Now him, I really wanted to shoot.
Alan was about a thousand years old, but looked at least twice that.  He perpetually dressed in gray three-piece tweed suits, as if anyone could forget that he was English, and was small in stature, shorter than me even when he was wearing lifts in his loafers.  His height, or lack thereof, was one of his only redeeming qualities.
He was the biggest homosexual stereotype I’d ever met, the very definition of an English dandy, and so catty that the last time he came to visit Frank and me at home, our dogs chased him up a tree.  Then again, he did hate me, and the dogs were so protective that they wouldn’t even let Frank get away with fucking me too hard.  We had to take our extracurricular activities to our apartment in the city whenever we wanted to play rough.
Alan had known Frank longer than anyone still living, and had been in love with him ever since.  He had a taste for dark haired boys with accents.  Frank was fifteen when they met, his English anything but the Queen’s, and had he been world-wise enough to pick up on the old man’s flirtations, he might’ve had his first gay experience out of sheer convenience.
Fortunately for Alan’s sake, Frank preferred beauty over age so I had no need to defend my territory.  Alan also seemed to prefer the younger set, and although he had sobbed melodramatically at our wedding because Frank was officially off the market, his sights were now focused almost entirely on Casey.
Casey was the man of the hour at tonight’s extravaganza, and as far as I’d noticed, one of only two other Americans in the room besides me.  Frank had introduced Casey and Alan years ago to save the kid from a life of artistic poverty, considering that Casey would give away his art to anyone who showed the least appreciation for it, and Alan knew plenty of rich people who showed appreciation with their checkbooks.
Alan had started selling Casey’s work to society’s elite before he was even out of college; not only because he wanted to get in his pants, but because Casey could do things with a paintbrush that warranted the price tags that Alan was famous for.
Even though Alan was old enough to be his grandfather, and Casey was only borderline bisexual, it didn’t stop them from flirting with each other whenever they met.  I had a feeling that if Alan died tomorrow, God permit, his will would have Casey Evans written all over it.
The work on display tonight was mostly on loan out of private collections, mine and Frank’s and a few from Alan himself.  The star attraction, one Alan had snatched up in light of the scandal surrounding its former owner’s death, was one of the few paintings actually for sale: the most famous shipwreck in history, complete with floating frozen corpses so realistic Casey must’ve prodded Frank for details.  A smiling yellow rubber ducky bobbing amongst the bodies gave the painting Casey’s signature weirdness.
It was the first painting of his that I’d ever seen, hanging on the expensive wall of the late Lawrence Wright.  His death was on the record as murder-suicide, killed by his coke-head mistress aboard the Wright family’s fifty foot yacht.  But in reality it was murder-murder, a hit performed to perfection by yours truly.  It went without saying that the truth was kept from Casey.  And everyone else for that matter.
That had been the beginning of the end for my life of crime, and here we were two years later, rubbing elbows with the very people we used to kill.  Alan had in fact hired Frank once, to bump off some abusive boyfriend.  If only he’d hire him again, to spare us the boredom.  And spare us Antoinette Bergeton.
Frank winced as Madam Bergeton approached him.  She was one of Alan’s closest friends, which meant that they looked down on nearly everyone else, and then talked about each other behind one another’s backs.  But unlike Alan she had no taste, and had to rely on him for everything from picking lovers to picking nail polish.
Antoinette had squinty eyes she could barely open under the six pounds of mascara and teal eye shadow she must’ve applied with a paint roller, and lips that were puckered on a permanent basis as if she were storing lemons in the deep recesses of her jowls.  She smelled like a bull that got loose in a perfume shop, and had pointy high heeled shoes that threatened to burst out the sides at any moment from the pressure of being three sizes too small.
She cemented Frank’s arm against her corpulent bosom.  I wondered what she’d think if she knew how easily he could snap her sternum in that position.  Judging by Alan’s smirk, it was quite obvious what he had on his mind, and he seemed to approve of whatever method of murder would soon befall the rotund Frenchwoman.
Alan was amused by everything that had the potential of ending up in a police report.  Merely mentioning the word scandal caused him to squeal like he’d sat on something sharp but pleasurable, and he’d clap his hands together over and over, then lean in close for the details.  If he leaned in any closer to my husband, I’d be snapping his sternum.
Frank managed to pry his arm away when a waiter appeared to distract her with hors d’oeuvres, but he didn’t leave.  As much as he hated mingling with strangers, much less acquaintances, he would eagerly watch them all day.  His favorite part of being a gun for hire had been learning everything about his victims through hours of surveillance, and he could always pretend that the light at the end of the irritation tunnel was from a flash of gunfire.
As for me, I cared less about the stalking portion of our former profession, and more about getting my hands dirty.  And right now, my hands were spick and span, blood free for two full years.  Just the thought of it was enough to make me want to stab the nearest passing artist with my champagne flute.  Except that particular artist happened to be Casey.
He beamed at me, innocently unaware of my momentarily homicidal thoughts, a thousand watt light bulb in a socket of color.  Casey was wearing a blue V-necked tunic that was in fact a knee-length dress, a pair of dark jeans so tight they threatened the welfare of his future children, and blue plaid Doc Marten boots laced up to his shins with bright yellow bootlaces.
This was a subdued Casey, his normal overly colorful nature muted by the death of his estranged father.  The only evidence of this recent loss was a black arm band he wore in mourning, though he had asked Frank to embroider a bright red heart on the center in honor of his dad’s coronary.  Frank was a great seamstress.
“Hey, Vin,” he said as he came closer, slipping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me into the type of playful hug a butch older brother would use to show affection to his misty-eyed little sister.  I nearly lost my footing, a side effect of too much champagne that I shouldn’t have been drinking anyway.  Or maybe this was my standard lack of balance; another so far so permanent by-product of the brain injury that single headedly ended my criminal career.
We’d been to several specialists, and they all said it was more or less normal, being that my brain had bounced like a rubber ball against my fractured skull.  But while the fainting eventually went away, and medication helped prevent seizures, I still got sudden migraines that were bad enough to bring me to my knees.  Along with even a minuscule amount of stress, drinking alcohol was one of the major triggers.
“Sorry,” Casey said, taking my drink from me just as Frank would’ve done.  “I thought alcohol gave you a headache.”
“It’s a special occasion,” I reminded him.  “Yours.”  It was also a social occasion, which always drove me to drinking regardless of the potentially painful consequences.
“Oh, yeah,” he said sheepishly, looking around the room as if he’d just noticed that the work on display had been plain white canvas before he’d gotten his talented hands on it.
Casey was energetically confident when it came to everything but his art.  He had a hard time grasping how Alan could put so many zeroes on the end of the price tag.  As a teenager he’d been known to spend months on a piece only to suspend it from a freeway overpass that desperately needed “cheering up” or nail it to a pole under a bridge so the homeless could have a more welcoming living area.
That was part of what made him so endearing, and made everyone who knew him so protective of him.  Casey was the sweetest person you could ever hope to meet.  He’d been raised by a single mother on the verge of absolute poverty, thanks to his recently deceased deadbeat dad, so he had a great head on his shoulders even after becoming established on the Paris art scene.
The poverty had ended when Casey was twelve, and Frank showed up like Robin Hood, robbing the rich of their lives and giving the money to the poor.  Frank had still been more or less providing for them financially when we’d met, even though he never so much as mentioned them to me.
Frank had always been very fond of secrecy.  Things normal people would mention on the first or second date took months to pry out of him, and subjects he was sensitive about took even longer. But if there was one thing Frank was more partial to than secrecy, it was paranoia.  After his ex-partner was nearly killed on a job, he decided it was better to keep his distance from his adopted family than face the prospect of losing them.  He broke off all contact without so much as a goodbye, and chalked it up as a failed attempt at a normal life.
But it just so happens that I’m very partial to jealousy, as well as insecurity.  When I saw Casey’s painting on the Wright’s wall, and saw Frank’s reaction to it, I naturally feared that my boyfriend had a secret artist lover on the side who I’d have to put through a wood chipper.  I gave Frank no choice but to come clean or find a heavy duty wet/dry vac to pick up the pieces of both relationships.
My fears couldn’t have been more unfounded.  Casey was like his brother, and Casey’s mother Maggie was probably less attracted to Frank than he was to her.  The woman was clearly out of her mind.  Who wouldn’t want Frank?  Tall, dark, and gorgeous, with bright green eyes and jet black hair.  It still got me hot just to smell him, and we’d been together since I was sixteen.
It didn’t help matters that he was only getting better looking with age.  He was closer to forty than thirty now, and he had the occasional gray hair amongst the black, a fact that I’d been able to successfully hide from him due to his habit of never looking in mirrors, until Casey came to stay with us and let him in on the secret.
Frank had been so embarrassed that he wouldn’t even show his face at the store to buy hair dye, and in a shocking lack of the usual protectiveness he showed for his “little brother,” forced Casey to make the journey to town on his own to buy a box of black.  On top of that, he refused to speak to me, until he realized we’d have a guest for the next who-knew-how-long and would have to get my punishment in then or forever hold his piece.
Casey had officially been in France for two months, and although he had enough good judgment to take the dogs for an extra long walk in the woods around our house whenever Frank and I gave each other that look, his mom and stepdad were more insistent of us hanging out as one big happy family while they were here on their belated honeymoon.
After I’d gotten hurt, all I’d wanted was stability: a family, freshly baked cookies, and somewhere to live where my wounds wouldn’t get infected if I so much as used a bath towel.  Then I came to my senses, realizing it would never work.  Maggie and Gideon saw me as a kid instead of the prematurely retired psycho killer I was, and that only seemed to encourage Frank to keep acting like I was going to keel over and die any second.
I’d hoped that once we were on our own Frank would see that I was okay, and even though we weren’t doing what we used to do, we still had each other.  He could be my teacher again, French lessons in place of Murder 101, and instead of spanking me for splattering him with blood, he could punish me when I didn’t conjugate verbs correctly.  It would be just like old times.  Only it wasn’t.
“You’re thinking about sex,” Casey said knowingly, his voice lowered as if Frank could hear us from across the room.  It still took very little to embarrass Frank, and talking to his brother about our sex life was enough to make him hide in his dusty library until his ears stopped glowing red.
I smiled, and was about to remind him that having sex on the brain wasn’t a rarity for me when I saw her.
She, of Frank’s past: his sister-in-arms and former partner, who couldn’t walk into a room without causing damage to something or someone.  Bella.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

A quick update and a new hit

I meant to update a little earlier, but alas, these things happen.  At any rate, my cover is getting shot this week and Les Recidivists should be out very soon.  More official news on that later, but in the meantime you can view the latest hit here.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Shit, meet fan

It's been a hectic couple of weeks.  We had some rare snow in Portland (read: the city shut down) and my car was hit not once, not twice, but three times while parked on the street.  Two of those were hit and runs, (thankfully witnessed) and then a fourth car hit the third car and...anyway, it was a lot of stress I didn't need.

Once I got my car back from the shop (literally the hour I got it back) my little jumpy dog did her little jumpy thing and aggravated an old knee injury (read: hours spent in doggy emergency room.)  She will likely need surgery at some point soon, which will mean taking time off from work to take care of her.  Hopefully this will also mean having extra time to work on Les Recidivists, but that remains to be seen.  At any rate, I'm going out of town for a few days, so here's another hit and I should have a book cover to present in the near future.

She actually sits like this.  Always has.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

One year later

As hard as this is for me to believe, Chance Assassin has officially been out for a year now.  A year.  12 whole months.  52 weeks.  365 days.  When I started writing it I didn't think it would ever be finished, much less published, but here we are.

I've said this before and I doubt I'll ever stop saying it, but it's been about as surreal of an experience as I've ever had.  I'm eternally grateful (and honestly still shocked) with how well the story resonated with readers.  Hell, I'm shocked that it was read at all.

In any event, a huge thanks again to everyone involved in helping me write, edit, and market it, and an enormous thanks to everyone who picked up a copy (or plans to when I finally get to the point...)

To celebrate, Chance Assassin will be $0.99 from March 1st through the 5th.  Les Recidivists will be out soon, and then the madness can begin all over again.


Sunday, February 9, 2014

For all those bleeding hearts...

Tis that time of year again.  The dreaded Valentine's Day (or as I like to call it, Clearance Candy Eve.)  I'm not actually doing a Valentine's Day post, but it gives me an excuse to put up a new hit, and since I tend to think about murder a lot during this Hallmark holiday, here is a bit of sex and violence.

And if you truly like a bit of blood with your valentines (doesn't everybody?) my sister's book, Family Flaws, will be free on Amazon.com from the 10th through the 14th.   Click here to pick up a copy.  Happy reading!


Wednesday, January 8, 2014

A New Year and a New Page

I'm a little late on this (completely missed a Christmas post, so happy belated Christmas and happy New Year's to everyone) but I have a little something special to introduce, and an update on the sequel.

Chance Assassin started out as a series of hits rather than a novel, and while it was definitely full of lots of murder, some of the hits weren't included because they weren't needed for plot purposes.  There are also some hits that I've written afterward, and will hopefully continue to write, since that time in their relationship was so much fun for me.  I was planning on doing a sort of 0.5 companion book to Chance Assassin, but I don't really have enough of them so far to put together a real compilation.  So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce a new section of my blog.  It's called Greatest Hits, and will include those little jobs that didn't make the final cut but still take place somewhere between the beginning and end of Chance Assassin.  You can read them here, and they'll be updated whenever I can manage.

On to other things, and the main reason I don't have a ton of time to work on V.5:  Les Recidivists. 
For those who follow my blog, you'll likely be aware that Les Recidivists is the upcoming sequel to Chance Assassin.  It's been in the works for some time, and should soon be entering the heavy editing stage.  It's a bit of a departure from the first book, and a huge departure for me, as it's told in multiple points of view.

Chance Assassin was Vincent's story, and Frank's, but there's a lot going on in Les Recidivists which can't be seen exclusively through V's eyes.  It was definitely a struggle to get the story told, but I'm hoping that readers who enjoyed Chance Assassin will come along for the ride.

This is the unofficial blurb so far:

Two years after the events of Chance Assassin, Frank and Vincent are living in France, struggling with retirement.  And with each other.  When someone from Frank's past shows up and threatens to bring his personal and professional lives together with a bang, it's up to them to find out who ordered the hit and take them out first.  Things may not be what they seem, but they may be exactly what Frank and Vincent need.

I will keep everyone posted with any new updates, as well as any new V.5 hits.  Happy reading, and happy 2014!