Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Long Overdue Update!

Ok kids, here's the update:

Yes, Awakening has been seriously delayed.  This is due to a variety of reasons, which include a semi-emergency move; death of a pet; job drama, both good and bad; medical issues; college; and a variety of other unfortunate/inconvenient/unexpected events.  With that said--

Awakening is on its way to completion.  It will be out soon--another couple months or so, as shit settles down.  Prepare for an amazeballs book, because it's gonna be.

Next, because we all know I love me a good rant, we have the I don't GAF (for those not interwebs-speak savvy, that means Give A Fuck) what people think about what I think update.  Actually, it's more of a reiteration of what you've seen from me before, but after all the hoopla regarding certain things that certain well-known individuals have spewed forth into the public sphere and received the backlash of the unforgiving public, I felt the need to restate my point. This is prompted by a blog post I recently read, written by an "expert," which advises authors to not discuss politics or religion as they could alienate readers with their views.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Update--Life and Stuff

Alright, here's your update.

Awakening is nearing completion, and yes it's been delayed. That's what happens when your time runs out, along with your money, and you have to go out and get a job.

Yes, I've started working again, and between it and school, my writing time has seriously been eaten into. This sucks tremendously, both for me and you, dear readers, as that means it's gonna take me longer to write future books.

But never fear, they will be written!

Until the writing pays the bills, this state of affairs will continue.  I will do my best to keep you guys happy by producing books as quickly as I'm able, but keep in mind I'm going to be slowed down. Want to speed me up? Spread the word and help make writing my No. 1 career!

Also, we had a leak in the roof and part of my ceiling came down, among other not-so-fun life events. But I am working on Awakening, and it will be published as soon as I can get it published.

So please be patient with me, and thank you all again for loving my series. If it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't be doing this. You're all awesome :)

Friday, May 3, 2013

We Got It!!! Finding Inspiration--A Guest Post by Kai Kiriyama

This is the one blog post I never intended to write. And never for a blog tour. I don't think that I have anything really new or interesting to say on the topic of getting inspiration. I was joking around about writing this blog post earlier.

"I eat the dust motes in the sunbeams that wake me up in the morning and those dust specks become stories."

"I once swallowed a watermelon seed and the plant that grew in my belly was removed when it was too big and inside were all the stories I would write in my lifetime."

"I gut hobos and read their entrails like tea leaves."

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Pathogen: Patient Zero Review!

I received an Advanced Reader Copy of this book to review as part of the blog tour for the book's release.  I had already read Kai's Blaze Tuesday and the Case of the Knight Surgeon, so I was heading into this expecting to get a great story.


Friday, April 5, 2013

You want another Awakening snippet? Here you go!

John stood outside Sanaan's cell, steeling himself for what was coming.  Sanaan, for her part, watched him disinterestedly through the observation window, her expression unchanged.  The predator would wait forever for its opportunity, the outward calm it projected a clever facade for the unbridled rage that stormed within.  And now John--palms sweating, body shaking just a bit--was going to go in there and face her.

Awake, unsedated.  Fully aware and capable.  Likely to shred him in less time than it took to blink.

But there was no other way.  The predator was not about to listen to him while he stayed outside the cell.  He had to go in there, make it personal, appeal to the part of Sanaan that respected and loved him.  That meant his physical presence, terrifyingly close to her.

He took several deep breaths to try to calm himself.  It didn't work.  

Fuck it, I'm just going in.  If I die, at least I will have tried.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Not Your Everyday Vampire Story

I am going to take a moment to address my series, what it's about, and why it's written the way it is. The interview I had recently with Everything Mythology and Amaranthine, as well as some other happenings, got me thinking. And now I'm going to share those thoughts with all of you.

Whether you like the Twilight saga or not, it set off a chain of vampire romance novels, everything from Young Adult romance to some pretty heavy erotica. The current favorites seem to be adult romance with a little bit of erotica, and it seems that's what a lot of people think my books are about.

They're not.  The Amaranthine Blood series follows the story of Sanaan (pronounced Suh-NAHN, because I keep getting asked, LOL), who is, yes, a vampire, but most importantly, she is a person. She has real-person issues that have only been exacerbated by the fact that she is a vampire, and therefore has had much more time to dwell on her real-person issues than normal folks. She does not hate the fact she's a vampire, she does not curse the fact she's a vampire, nor does she seek out nubile teen boys to fall in love with.

Monday, March 18, 2013

How NOT to Review a Book (For Complete Morons)

Ok, I've now come across so many examples of heinous book reviewing that I decided to make a post about it.  Feel free to share this among others as these people, scarily enough, really do exist and I believe they could be greatly helped by the following tips.

1.  Don't rate down a book you haven't even read because you don't like the price.

I'm serious here--I have personally seen several examples of this myself.  A random person gets on a book page and gives it a one or two star rating because they think the book is too expensive.

Sunday, March 17, 2013


The ladies over at Everything Mythology and Amaranthine interviewed yours truly recently, and now it's up for your viewing pleasure! Click HERE to read it! 

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Excerpt from Awakening!

The lovely ladies over at Everything Mythology and Amaranthine are exclusively hosting the excerpt from Awakening (Book 3 of the Amaranthine Blood series)!  You can read the excerpt HERE.  And follow these ladies, as they will be having more exclusive stuff from both myself and Helen Boswell in the future!

Friday, March 1, 2013

The Glorious Day of a Writer

Ok, some people may think the life of a writer is glamorous.  I wish, LOL.  I thought perhaps sharing a typical day in my life would at least provide some amusement, and perhaps some enlightenment as to exactly how glorious it isn't!


Get up, let dogs out to pee.

Start coffee.

Check Twitter & Facebook, hear random noises, wonder WTF the cats are doing.

Get coffee, return to living room and investigate sounds of destruction.

Pick everything back up off the floor and put it back on the coffee table, admonish cats not to do it again.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013


Ok, I got video of Frank the Houseghost messing with the Kinect. It's not the greatest video, but you can see what's happening. And you can see my incredibly messy coffee table.  I intend to post more as I catch them! ZOMG

AWESOME Review of Vendetta!!!

Here's a peek:

"Vendetta was definitely different from any other vampire book I have read. As I have previously stated I have read a lot of them! While I read this book I thought it had the Underworld, Moonlight vibe going on, for those of you who have no idea what Moonlight is, its a vampire show that used to play on t.v, it was epic!!. Anyways back to the topic at hand, this book was beautifully written, it was both intriguing, sorrowful and vengefully delightful. Her characters have a way of sneaking into your heart and messing with your emotions. You can not help your self but to love all of her characters, well minus the bad guys, you will automatically hate them!!"

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Who Wants To Be A Vampire?

Live in the Charleston, WV area? Want your awesome good looks to be featured as far as I can spread you on the internet? Then read on.

My good friends at 10/6 Photography & Arts are teaming up with me for awesome pics for my series, Amaranthine Blood.  We are looking for people to take pictures of, obviously, to represent the two main characters in the series.

You don't have to wear contacts or teeth, just be pretty for the photo shoot. Compensation is minimal because we're poor, but we will feed you and provide loads of entertainment.

Need primarily a tall dude, shoulder length hair, goatee, preferably dark hair & eyes, fit. Willing to have a non-permanent tat painted on.

Also if possible, a female, average height or taller, preferably dark hair & eyes, fit.

If you or anyone you know fits that description and would like to have their pics taken for promo shots and possible inclusion on book covers, shoot an email to sinnerstar@gmail.com.


Sunday, February 17, 2013

Playlist for Awakening (Book 3 of the Amaranthine Blood Series)

My wonderful Amaranthine Blood fans, here's your first teaser--THE PLAYLIST SO FAR.  Of course, if you're following me and @DamonMedici on Twitter, you'll have already gotten a few teasers :)  So there's yet another reason to get a Twitter account (if you don't have one already) and follow the crap out of us.

Alright, on to the playlist, in no particular order:

Friday, February 8, 2013

Amazon to Sell Used Ebooks. Are You Fucking Kidding Me?

What's the point of buying something used?  It's cheaper.  You also go into the transaction knowing the product will not be in mint condition--it's been handled by someone else, pages could be crinkled, spine could be cracked, case could have dents and scratches.  You know full well you aren't getting a "new product," and you accept that as part of the deal you're getting.

But when it comes to ebooks, every damn copy is "new."  There aren't any dents or dings.  No cracked spines.  No understanding that someone else's DNA is all over the pages.  No splotches of spaghetti sauce.  It is a digital copy, and therefore is in the very same condition as a brand-new copy.

Calling an ebook "used" is misleading, at best, and a fucking greedy way to make more money by screwing authors at worst.

Thursday, February 7, 2013

ADD--It's Real And In My Face

I know there are a LOT of people out there who think ADD is some made-up diagnosis used to put energetic children on meds so parents don't have to parent.  I would like to talk about how that thinking is a load of total BS.  How do I know it's BS?  Because I have ADD.  And I wasn't even diagnosed until I was in my 30's.

First, everyone should understand that ADHD is not the only type of ADD out there.  There are actually several different kinds of ADD.  My ADD happens to be ADD-PI, which stands for "Attention Deficit Disorder, Primarily Inattentive."  This form of ADD lacks the hyperactivity, and in fact causes extreme fatigue.  The attention problems, however, are the same.

So how do my days go?  For starters, it seems like I can't remember anything.  I can set something down right in front of me and lose it five seconds later.  I'm not making this up.  I rely on others to remember where the hell I've put things and what I'm supposed to be doing.  Even putting reminders on my phone doesn't help--the reminder pops up, I read it and think, "Oh yeah, I've got to do that," then get distracted by something else and completely forget.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

FlashFictionRun is an AMAZING SUCCESS!

This second flash fiction event gave us 15 stories, all of which were a joy to read and host here.  It's an honor to me that so many talented writers participated in this event I have now hosted for a second time, and will host at random in the future.

I would like to take a moment to talk about how and why I started this, and why I will continue doing this for the foreseeable future (besides the fantastic fun of it all).  I got the idea from Ksenia Anske (who, if you haven't followed her, you should because she's just a lovely person).  Ksenia Anske hosted a flash fiction event on her blog, and I thought that was a unique, interesting, and fun thing to do.

More importantly, I thought it was a necessary thing to do.  Indie and new authors have a hard time getting any exposure out there.  Without the resources of a major publisher behind us, we have to work, work, work our tails off just to get even ONE person to give our books a try.  It's a tough world out there for us as we struggle mightily to make a career out of something we love doing.

The Lonely Book by Danica Rice

                It lay there, unmoving. Nobody ever picked it up. Not even housekeeping staff. They touched everything else, but not that book. Everyone who entered the immense library was struck by that particular book, but still, no one touched it.

                In the elegantly old fashioned clawfoot armchair across from the book, a man sat, sharp nosed, eyes just as sharp, spectacles perched upon his nose below bushy white eyebrows solidly furrowed in the moment.

                His diminishing senses would perk up every time a new person entered the room, looking through him, at the book, shuddering, and always shifting focus to other books upon the shelves.

                Why, why won’t anyone look at it? Look at it! Look at me! Solve my mystery!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Excerpt from The Other Side of the Mirror by Casey Roach

                His eyes flickered from sadness to sadistic delight. Edda sat back in her cage. The longer the man stared at her, the more frightened she was.

                “Are you going to kill me?”

                The man thought a moment, his head resting on the metal bars. He looked at Edda intently.

                “Why would I need to do that?”

                Edda shrugged her shoulders, too afraid to answer.

                “Are you going to give me a reason to kill you?”

Living While Dying by Mikaila Manesh

     I still remembered it like it had happened yesterday. I walked to graves of my family. I still felt the survivors guilt every day, but I lived for them. I closed my eyes as I laid the orchids on my mother’s grave. I could still hear her voice sometimes. I was the closest to her out of my parents. She could make me smile on the bluest of my days. I sniffled as the flashback hit me hard like a sucker punch. I felt my body hit the ground as I squeezed my eyes shut.

     I walked into my home. The house was dark, and that was nothing unusual as light flickered out from the living room. My father was probably waiting up for me. That was normal for him. He always wanted to protect us no matter what. I quietly hung up my coat as I tiptoed to the kitchen. I was dying of thirst. The small room at the club had gotten hot during the concert. I flicked on the light and everything was in disarray. The kitchen was torn apart. I instantly felt my stomach drop as I backed up and started to walk to the living room slowly.

Friday, February 1, 2013

The Invisible Fire by Bridget Prestwick

            "I don't feel right about this. Isn't this some kind of violation of doctor-patient privacy or something?" That was just an excuse. What I really didn't like was the idea of my eight months pregnant wife walking right into a potential murder scene.

            "We're just bringing them some goodies and checking to see if they need a hand with anything. Maybe they'll return the favor once Michael is born." Grace gave her stomach a loving rub. "I think it's just about time to start setting up play dates."

            I swallowed a tennis ball sized lump in my throat and pressed the door bell, but no one answered. My stomach rumbled, but not with hunger. "We need to get out of here."  

            "Are you all right?" Grace asked.

            I shook my head. "Something's wrong. I feel it right here." I pointed to my gut.

Crazy Thoughts by G.M. Reinfeldt

                “Is that him?” inquired the soft voice of Bea.

                “Yeah and that slut, too!” the second voice, venomous with rage, belonged to Ann.

                “Shhhh,” Marlene shushed everyone.

                “What does it matter no one can hear us,” Ann could not hide the rage that played at the edges of each word.

                “Maybe we should forgive him?” meekly questioned Bea.

                Marlene turned the key.  She gripped the steering wheel tighter and pulled out of the parking space.  She followed behind the couple for a few blocks.  The couple stopped for him to buy his companion a single rose.

                “Ahhh, how sweet,” Bea admired.  “He is such a good man.”

                “Riiiiiight.  What a sweetie.  He is cheating on us,” Ann pointed out.

And So It Begins (An Amaranthine Blood tale) by Damon Medici

(Note: This takes place after the second book in the series, Insurrection.  If you've read Vendetta, this ought to intrigue you; if you've read Insurrection, this ought to drive you batshit crazy about what's going on.  Which is, of course, the whole point.)

            Where do I begin?  I've been an ass lately; that isn't like me, but I can't help it.  This ache tears at me day after day while I sit helpless to do anything about it.

            I have to get back.

            The echoes drift to me from time to time, fraying the edges of my sanity and slicing me like so many poison-dipped knives.  Too much more of that, and I might go mad…though madness might be preferable to this sane torture I'm enduring now.

             I have to get back.  HAVE TO.

A Tub Full of Blood by Aliaa El-Nashar

                “He’s back, the ‘Bathtub Killer’, this is definitely his M.O.”

                It seemed that after the girl’s body was found, everywhere he went people seemed to be in agreement over that, they all insist that he has returned. The whole police department was already strategizing, pulling up old files, calling in the big guns. They were all over themselves trying to be prepared for who they assume is responsible.

                One couldn’t help but wonder if they were enjoying the panic, after all it has been over fifteen years since a crime grave enough to reach these gruesome proportions was committed in town. So, even though they were all horrified, they were still relishing in the new gossip material spreading around. After all, heaven forbid, you wouldn’t want it to turn quiet and peaceful around now would you?

Excerpt from Midas Touched by Megan Paasch

"You do know you can take it all back?" The doctor peered at Kat over the rims of his glasses.

"Take what back?"

"The talents you’ve enhanced, of course."

She laughed. "I can't do that." Ridiculous. If she could, she’d know, wouldn’t she?

“Certainly you can. Have you never tried?”

No, she hadn’t. How would it even work? Giving talent was involuntary. But taking it away?

"How do you know this?"

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Blaze Tuesday and a Taste of Murder (Part of the Blaze Tuesday World) by Kai Kiriyama


            “Sorry, what?” I asked, sounding stupid even to myself.

            My partner, Jackson grinned at me, the sun glinting off of his mechanical eye, and amusement shining in his normal one. “I'll bet you the murder was done by poison.”

            “Why do you always say 'poison' every time there's a murder?” I asked as he walked up the stairs in front of me. I trailed behind, rolling my shoulders and frowning. I wasn't very popular with the brass anymore, not since I'd exposed the scandal and the back-door deals that they all were making.

            “Statistically, murders are most commonly done with poison,” Jackson informed me.

Rice for the Birds by J. Luis Licea

     She hates him. If she could get rid of him—she has already tried everything. He knows every way there is to kill a man. He has protected himself. 

     Dinner must be ready before he gets home. Silva has to cook every day after coming back from work. Sometimes she whines, sometimes she does it out of fear. He has never abused her, but she has grown tired of him. Silva wants something new, something bigger, better—nothing like her bald, fat, hairy husband who goes by the horrid nickname of Pooh.

Batting 1000 by Kerryn Bryant

     Avah had had it. It was one of those days. It all started with the alarm being set for 6pm instead of AM and that affectively makes her late for work. Then the moment she walks into work, even more late because she caught every damn red light, her boss pulls her into his office to give her the “Let’s not make this a habit” talk- no shit Sherlock. By the time she makes it to the break room the only coffee left is not only burnt but isn’t substantial enough to make a full cup; and no one thought to make a fresh pot... oh wait, there aren’t any coffee grounds left, outstanding.

     As if it isn’t already a crappy day, every client and their mother wants to complain about something and it takes every fiber in Avah’s body not to cuss one of them out. Then for whatever reason the ‘ol cell phone goes on the fritz and has a lovely red line down the middle of the screen, what does that text say? Oh yes a text from the guy she’s sorta been seeing for the past three weeks doesn’t think things are going to work out; should have held out for two more dates.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Divorce Forever by Rory L. Aronsky

A president’s funeral on the small TV in the middle of the bedroom, a bedroom that doesn’t even belong to him. It’s temporary shelter against the increasingly violent war of words outside the closed door, in the living room, a boiling mix of resentment, repressed rage, and anger about moving to where one of them did not want to move.

            On the TV, the funeral procession is on a highway to the presidential library that talking heads on the news channels have spoken about for days, analyzing every detail of the somber occasion to come. Meanwhile, the war gets hotter, and while the bathroom fails to completely block out the noise, the shouting, there is at least a toilet for retching and for emptying out an upset stomach that has pulled the intestines in for an unwanted dance.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Excerpt from Mythology: The Wicked (Micah) by Helen Boswell

I wipe at my eyes with balled-up hands as I trudge down the hall to my room. One of my fingers reaches up and presses the sore spot on my forehead. Yeah, the bump is now officially a goose egg. Tripped over my own feet and fell down the stairs. That's what he wants me to say.

Banished to my room for the rest of the night. My stomach growls and twists, but there’s no way I’m going to risk sneaking to the kitchen. I climb into bed and pick up my library book from school. The binding is held together by masking tape, but the cover is cool – a boy on the back of an eagle, both flying towards faraway mountains. It’s for older kids, but I can read it.

I’m all the way to page twelve when the front doorbell rings. Dad warned me he was meeting with people tonight. I was supposed to stay at some crazy lady’s house – Mrs. Merriam – I called her Cruella in my head. And I paid for it for sneaking back home. I touch my goose egg again and wince.

Трубка Eater - The Tube Eater by M. Aamir Naseer

Agnieszka and Anton watched through their fluorescent-activated goggles, at the toddler sat down on a seat. It sat staring at them, those orange shape-shifting eyes. Potently glaring eyes, like projecting floodlights. Fixated on them with an uncanny smile. The lights flickered inconsistently. They stood near a yellow line "pole". The doors had been bolted, it seemed supernaturally. They couldn't leave. Did they really want to? Considering that they were paranormal investigators.

The outside view was quite disturbing, dark and light grey particles of ash floating everywhere like snow. No one except them was present. They know they've passed through an alternative version of The Tube-London Underground. It wasn't active as it usually is. Or even lively.

Monday, January 28, 2013

The Boy Who Cried by Donnie Kicklighter

                 The outside of the tent flap was whippin’ back and forth in a squall of moist Mississippi wind. Occasionally it would separate itself from the canvas just long enough to offer me a flash of the Miller boy’s face. They say he up n’ murdered someone, but the way I see it, this a war. Ain’t no murderin’ during war. Killin a’ plenty, but not much murderin’.

                ‘Sides that, he didn’t have the eyes to be a murderin’ man. Back home I saw my fair share of hangins, and all them boys had one thing in common: their eyes. They could be standin’ up there scared shitless or laughin’ like some kinda goddamn maniac, but in all those eyes there was a hunger. It’s like someone gave ‘em a good taste of a steak and then took away all the cows. They’ve done somethin’ new that the rest of us jus’ don’t know about, and that hunger never leaves the eyes.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

A New FLASHFICTIONRUN Event Is About To Begin!

That's right, folks--#FlashFictionRun Event No. 2 will be starting TOMORROW.  For all the gory details, see the FlashFictionRun Events page on this here blog. (It's up top on the links bar, but I've conveniently linked it HERE for you as well.)

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Right, So Damon Now Has a Twitter Account

Yes, because of insistent and unrelenting demand, Damon from the Amaranthine Blood series now has his very own Twitter account.  Follow him for fun and the occasional dropping of hints about the series.  Feel free to plague him with questions and ogle his gorgeousness. 

And for anyone who is wondering, model Andrei Andrei (yes, it's the same name twice) is whose picture that is on his profile. (Must give credit where credit's due!)  You can follow Damon here: @DamonMedici.

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

I've Been Nominated for a Liebster Award! I Don't Know What That Is!

Right, so the Liebster Award nomination is apparently a blog award/blog hop thingy that has been attached to me via sticky substances by one Jason Cantrell.  There are rules, and this is what they are (I think):

I must list 11 random facts about myself (this could get interesting).

I must answer 11 questions from the person who nominated me (should be fun).

I will then nominate 11 people for the award (provided I can come up with 11 people to nominate), along with 11 questions for them to answer.

Nominees are required to follow the instructions exactly or else they will be executed.

Now, on to the 11 random facts about wonderful me:

Friday, January 11, 2013

Apparently, Bullies Don't Know When to Quit

So, my blog was linked to Goodreads, meaning any posts I made on here would show up there.  I have removed the link and will not be re-instituting it, for a reason.

Apparently, someone reported my blog posts about the 1-star revenge review as "abusive."  Makes me wonder if said people actually read the blog in question, or if it was perhaps the bully herself who made the report.  Regardless, let's address this one more time:

I didn't have a cow over someone giving my book a low rating.  I had a cow because someone who hadn't even read my book gave it a low rating because I called her out for being rude.  My blog posts were not inappropriate--they were the god's honest truth, there were witnesses to this bullshit actually happening, plus I've got the screenshots of the activity.

That's fine, I can get reported for it all day.  Don't really care, because I will stand behind what I did every single fucking time someone asks about it.  I was in the right, and continue to be in the right.  I will even suggest that what's way more concerning is that Goodreads actually allows behavior like that from users on its site.  Amazon already has a huge reputation issue due to reviewer abuse of the system, and I would think Goodreads would want to avoid that fate by actually preventing people from abusing their review system, as was done in my case.

Apparently not.

So, for the foreseeable future (and really, probably forever), all blog posts will be made here, and will only show up both here and on my Amazon author page (as Amazon doesn't appear to give a rat's ass what I post).  I was not asked to remove the link to my blog, but I have done so anyway, because I'll be DAMNED if I let anyone tell me when I can or can't stand up for myself.  I may be an author, but I'm also a PERSON, and I have a right to point out abusive bullshit when I see it.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

DUN-DUN-DUN--Epic Music for Epic Writing

Have you ever tried watching a movie without the background music?  The scenes aren't nearly as exciting as they are with the background music.  Ghost stories aren't as creepy, action scenes not as stimulating, and sad scenes not so sad.  While most people don't even pay that much attention to the background music in movies and TV shows, the fact remains that it affects your engagement with what you're watching rather profoundly.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I have playlists for my books.  My playlists aren't songs that I pick after the book is written that I think fit it--they are what I actually listen to, often on endless repeat, while I'm writing.

What does that do for me?  It sets the scene, that's what it does.  It fires the imagination and makes the scenes become so very alive in my head.  The music adds a sense of depth, action, immediacy, and urgency that I otherwise don't have without it.