Two back-to-back releases this week!
First, Sam is back with a fun Christmas novella that Imp Series fans will love.
Roped into being the Ruling Council’s Christmas Ambassador, Sam finds herself more Santa than Satan at a slew of human social events, all while trying to score an impossible-to-get gift for Lux and plan the most amazing Christmas celebration any imp has ever thrown.
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07KGDLWSJ
White Lightning Book 3 is now available! Grab it ASAP! And if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber, it will be available through that program on November 21st – just in time for Thanksgiving. NOTE – CLIP JOINT IS NOW AVAILABLE ON AMAZON ONLY AND IN THE KINDLE UNLIMITED PROGRAM
Failure can get a mobster a bullet to the head…or worse.
Fearing he’ll be sent for torture and “re-education” at the notorious Ithaca facility, Vincent pulls out all the stops only to have a mysterious fire up in Pennsylvania burn his hopes of redemption to the ground.
Hattie has one more reason to hate the mob. With Vincent sent away, Hattie worries he’ll not return the same man he was when he left—or not return at all. Helping him will take more than a clever illusion. She’ll need to learn all she can about the mysterious bond she has with the time pincher to help free him before the monsters at Ithaca can break him body and spirit.
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Clip-Joint-White-Lightning-Book-ebook/dp/B07JVD5H5Z
I’m psyched to announce that White Lightning Book 4 will be releasing at the end of December. There will be no preorder on this one because retailer schedules can get a bit wonky around the holidays and I want to make sure there aren’t any drunken eggnog issues. I’ll announce as soon as it’s available, but in the meantime enjoy a glimpse of the cover.
It’s an annual pilgrimage for me—October, Skyline Drive, a cabin in Shenandoah National Park. I hike until I feel like my legs are about to fall off, then sit in my cabin or in the lodge tap room and write. There’s no internet (at the lodge, but it’s spotty) and cell signals are pretty much nonexistent, so I get a lot done. But it’s not just about work, it’s about getting out in the fall air, seeing some breathtaking vistas, and hopefully a bear or two.
Yeah, a bear. Last year I saw one at about mile 40, unconcerned as he munched on vegetation along the side of the road. There was a back-up of cars making their careful way around him, snapping a few pictures. On the way back home last year I also caught a rare glimpse of a bobcat dashing across the road in the morning fog and pausing to eye me before dashing off into the woods.
So I arrived, hoping I’d get another bear sighting this year. I unloaded my bags into my cabin, sat outside with some summer sausage, cheese, and a beer, and eyed the enormous groundhog hole under the section of the cabin that housed the bathroom.
This year was colder than normal. That first night, the heater shut off around 10pm and never came on again. Around midnight I realize it had dropped to about 55 degrees in the cabin. By morning I figured it had to be upper 40’s and I don’t want to get out of bed.
I’m used to winter camping, but that was thirty years ago and I’m a bit of a wuss now. So I get up, fix a pot of coffee (priorities) and find the remote for the heater. Then I proceed to push every damned button on the thing but I can’t make the heater come on. Giving up, I crawl back in bed to drink my coffee, then get dressed and go to the lodge for breakfast, telling them to send maintenance for the heater. By the time I get back to my cabin, I see the heater seems to be working and is set on 68. It’s still cold, but I figure give it time while I go for a hike. Continue reading
It’s here! Bum’s Rush, White Lightning Book 2 is now available at all retailers. Make sure you grab it now because in a few weeks, it will go exclusive to Amazon into their Kindle Unlimited Program.
When their moonshine-running enterprise is arbitrarily shut down, Hattie attempts a spectacular illusion to save the business…and fails to pull it off. Now everyone who’s anyone knows that Vincent isn’t the only magic user in the city of Baltimore.
With her cover blown Hattie finds herself targeted by the local mob, with Vincent specifically tasked to bring her in. Can Hattie stay one step ahead of the only man she thought she could trust with her secrets? In a world filled with magic, where every promise can be broken, Hattie will need to gamble on the only thing she can truly count on: herself.
First off, there is now an Imp Series Complete Collection for those who want all 10 of Sam’s novels in one handy-dandy file. You can get it on Apple, and on Kobo, but nowhere else because it’s a big honking file and some pricing considerations due to that. And yes, that’s a chicken wand in her left hand.
Secondly, Wooden Nickels is now available on Kindle Unlimited at Amazon. Amazon requires exclusive content for inclusion into this program, so if you’re a reader on Nook, Apple, Kobo, or Google, make sure you’re buying the White Lightning books either on preorder or the first week of release, because I’ll have to pull them to enroll them into Kindle Unlimited.
Thirdly, I’ll be giving away a paperback each Facebook Live event on my What’s On Sam’s Playlist contest, so watch my PAGE for details.
Lastly-but-not-leastly, how would you guys like a Sam Christmas short story or novella? Something to tide you all over until the next Imp World books? I’m going to write like a crazy mo-fo this month and see if I can’t get you something to make your holiday spirits rise. Ho Ho Ho, and read on!
I had dreams all last night of 9.11
Not horrific dreams of the actual event, but sad dreams of the aftermath, like seeing where UA 93 crashed and thinking not only of those passengers but of the two fighter pilots who were on a suicide mission to take that plane down if need be.
I remembered the heavy silence that afternoon as I did a training run, a moment in time where there wasn’t the drone of planes overhead descending for BWI, National, or Dulles.
I remember thinking of all the work colleagues and friends in NY who were in a state of shock and mourning.
I remember running the Marine Corps Marathon six weeks after the tragedy and stopping, gut-wrenched, to see the gaping hole in the Pentagon, very aware of the fighter jets up and down the airspace over the Potomac and the armed Marines along the race route.
That was the start of my secret love affair with the Marines. Events all over were being cancelled, rightly so, because of concerns over security. Thirty thousand people gather each year to run the Marine Corps Marathon. It’s such a popular event that there’s a lottery system to get a race bib to run. I expected them to cancel. It was too soon after the most horrendous terrorist act on American soil for the race organizers to pull together the needed procedures and security to keep thirty thousand runners plus staff safe. We’d be too big a target in the nation’s capital that had just seen our Pentagon hit.
Clearly I underestimated the Marines. They held their race. And for the first time since those planes hit the Twin Towers, I felt safe. These guys were dedicated and ready to ensure our Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness. And that included being safe to do the seemingly little things like run 26.2 miles around the Capitol.
Mixed in with those were dreams of how one act of kindness can set in motion events that can change the world, how one person can make a difference, if not on a global scale, then through one individual at a time. Mourn. Remember. Enjoy the little things that make life worth living. And resolve to be a light in this world.