Friday, September 28, 2012


Instead of being a vigilant promoter of my book (as I should be). I have been moving....ugh. Moving is not fun. It's even less fun when your honey is working 14 hour days 7 days a week. In short, I'M moving, with only help from my mom and brother on occasion. I'm not saying that I'm not grateful for their help I am, it's just, the honey lives here, understands what goes where etc. It's just faster if he were around, but alas he's working.

Long blog story short, I'll be back in a bit. When this torturous thing called moving is over. I swear there needs to be a law that stops my mom and I from moving within the same year. Seriously, it's great having a new pretty place, but cleaning, packing, and painting, is about as much fun as beating my head against the wall. Don't move people, it sucks.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Character Profile: Duncan Benandanti

Duncan Benandanti

1. Name: Duncan Benandanti
2. Age: 27
3. Hair: Brown
4. Eyes: Pale ass blue/silver
5. Build: Athletic/fit
6. Height: 6'3'
7. Personality: Dry humor, serious, cautious
8. Likes: Mouthy blonds, arguing, motorcycles, running, honesty.
9. Dislikes: Mouthy blonds, being wrong, liars, fighting.
10. Music: NIN, Tool, AC/DC, Motley Crue, rock.
11. Movies: Fight Club, Memento, The Signal, The Hills have Eyes.
12. Actor whom my character resembles: Brant Daugherty
13. Clothes: Jeans, shirts optional.
14. Job: Mechanic/part-owner at Custom E Bikes.
15. Song: "The Hollow" A Perfect Circle

Duncan's Song "The Hollow" A Perfect Circle
Duncan's Words
“I was just making an observation. You know if you muzzled your mouth you’d be more attractive.”
“What do you want from me Duncan?” My breath caught in my throat when he licked his lips and swallowed hard. 
“I don’t know everything and nothing. I feel like you’re this giant flame that I can’t get away from. I fight the pull; I try as hard as I can to move in the other direction but something keeps bringing me back. I left town hoping I’d never come back here, but here I am. I guess I’m sick of fighting it. I’m willing to take the chance of burning up the question is, are you?”

 “Look, Lo, we live in different worlds, mine has rules you’ll never understand, Brody crossed a line. I had to punish him, the things he’s capable of, you wouldn’t believe. Just know that despite the violence of my world, it is for a reason. I’m not a monster. I’m not even a bad man, I’m just doing the best I can for my kinsmen.”

“Why are we at your house?” Duncan’s voice was gruff but he didn’t slur.
“You’re drunk, and I guess I’m rescuing you.”
“I don’t need rescuing.” He said.
“Right, I guess I should just drop you and let you sleep on my front step.” I mocked him.
Duncan grunted and I opened the door and led him to the couch.
“What I’m not good enough for the bed?”
I muttered but didn’t respond.
“I get it. I’m not hot enough for you.” He smiled crookedly and I had to fight back a laugh.
At the moment, he was about as hot as a drunk who smelled like vomit could be.
“You want the truth?”
Duncan laid back and put his feet on the arm of the couch.
“Yes, no, I don’t know.” He said.
“I think you’re the hottest guy I’ve ever met, but I’ve seen you throw up, you smell, and you’re drunk.” I said.
He reached out a hand and brushed my face.
“You’re beautiful. I hate you a little right now.”


Sunday, September 16, 2012

Character Profile: Lorelei Preston

I will be borrowing from the Meet The Character's page on The Wild Hunt Series blog, and adding a few little extras for fun.

Lorelei Preston

1. Name: Lo Preston
2. Age: 23
3. Hair: Wavy Dirty blond multiply the dirty!
4. Eyes: Hazel
5. Build: Slender-ish
6. Height: 5'5
7. Personality: Obnoxious/sarcastic/smart ass
8. Likes: Grey goose vodka, hot boys, motorcycles, greasy food, knives, poetry.
9. Dislikes: Swimming, boys with names, crying.
10. Music: Rock, folk/acoustic,
11. Movies: Usual Suspects, Boondock Saints
12. Actress whom my character resembles: Amber Heard, now imagine her with darker blond hair more eyeliner, a cigarette, and a few scars.
13. Clothes: Shorts, tee, and always boots
14. Job: Waitress Lyles, Clerk at Gideon's Attic.
15. Song: "The Slow Drug" Pj Harvey

Lo's song "The Slow Drug" by Pj Harvey


Lo's Words
"The silence joined the words we always left unspoken. Circling around and around until I was sure, the quiet would slice me open."
"The dead never leave us. I didn’t have to see rotting zombies to remind me of that. Every day I remembered them and mourned. An ache inside that was forever constant. All I had left of them were memories. I cherished everyone like they were diamonds. I didn’t want to forget them. I didn’t want to let go."
“A familiar pang of dread wrapped its icy hand around my heart."
"The scars weren’t overly red, but faded, some just light lines on my skin. Some of them I could cover with makeup, while others would never truly disappear. I felt like they completed me. A reflection of the way I felt inside."

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

NEW "The Wild Hunt Ghost Trailer"

I made this trailer a while back, but didn't want it to have the same song as the previous one. This is the song I always associate with Lo. Pj Harvey has this uncanny ability to sound haunting without trying, something about the huskiness of her voice. I don't really know, I just know it works.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Cloud Nine......

It's amazing how the realization that I've actually finished my book, that I actually did it, takes forever to sink in. Sometimes I don't feel done at all, probably because I have so much more left to tell, so many more stories about The Wild Hunt. But regardless of that, there are moments where I sit back and see my words, see my story as a whole and I'm awed. I'm floating on this high numbing cloud.

It's like nothing I've ever felt before. The closest thing I have to describe it is giving birth. That moment when your baby takes his first breath, and you hear that first beautiful earth shattering cry. Nothing will ever be as beautiful as my kids, but this is a very close second.

Creation is indescribable.

The page was blank, and then there were words.

The words formed sentences, thoughts, and scenes.

The words described a place or feeling.

And together the pages were filled and it became something from nothing.

A story no one has ever read before.

Here is a peak at the cover for the ARC's I ordered. I can't believe in only a weeks time I'll have my book in my hands......

And there it is again, that feeling of being high (not that I'd know or anything........wink wink).

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Eye Candy


I've been devoting a little more time than usual to promoting my work, and working on The Wild Hunt blog. I didn't want to forget completely about this one, so I'm going to put up a little treat. I wish I could tell you who this model is, but I have no clue. All I know is that I found the dude on, it's my place for stock photos. Really it's one of the cheapest places out there. It takes a little more digging to find what you are looking for, but you'll spend less when you do. So here he is, the closest thing I could find to what's in my head.

His hair is a bit short in the pic above but he looks so dark and dirty who cares. I think he looks a little like Matt Bomer (Magic Mike, White Collar). Albeit he's a scruffier not nearly as pretty Matt Bomer. You can't tell from these pics but the actual model has a crooked nose which I love because Duncan does. Luckily there are tons of pictures of him so that I can treat the female readers pretty often to some Duncan eye candy.