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Finally, Snowbound!
At long last, Snowbound is finally available--only as a paperback at the moment due to so formatting problems with the ebook version, but that should (hopefully) be sorted out ASAP. You can order the paperback directly from CreateSpace as of today, or you can wait for the Amazon page (which should be live in 5 days). Get paperback of Snowbound here.
I'll keep you posted on when you can finally purchase the ebook version but at least the paperback version is ready. :)
Snowbound is now live for Kindle
Just wanted to let you all know that Snowbound is now available for Kindle. I am so happy that my first full-length novel is finally published.Snowbound will be available for other ereader formats but BN, iBookstore and Kobo aren't as quick about making titles available as Amazon. I think it will be another 2-3 weeks before it's available for Nook and for iBookstore it can take up to 6 weeks.
If you're interested in reading Snowbound but you don't have a Kindle, you can always download the free Kindle reading apps from Amazon.
To purchase Snowbound for your Kindle:
Amazon US: Snowbound
Amazon UK: Snowbound
Snowbound is now available for NOOK, Kobo and iPad/iPhone via iBooks
Win an autographed copy of Snowbound and a Snowbound tote bag
**Giveaway** How'd you like to win an autographed copy of Snowbound *and* a Snowbound tote bag? I've got five to give away. I'll pick 5 names using a random name picker. All you have to do is leave a comment either here or here on my Facebook author page about snow.
On 11 December at noon EST, I'll pick the five names and post the winners here. You'll have 24 hours to get in touch with me with your name and postal address. Good luck!
Snowbound giveaway over, time to start writing again
The Snowbound ebook and tote bag giveaway is now over, and the winners have been contacted. This morning I mailed the prizes out to the five lucky winners. :) Now that the giveaway is over and it's nearly time for my two-week Christmas break, I can focus on writing again.
I'm reworking the plot for the Nanowrimo 2013 novel that went horribly wrong. I've also got an idea in mind for another book. I think I will jot down both plotlines now so that I won't forget.
I'll keep you posted on the new books. And within the next few weeks, I'll start a page here for Maybe Baby, which I will release sometime in January. Be sure to add it to your Want to Read list. :)
Prepping for NaNoWriMo
Every year, I (and loads of other writers) go a bit bonkers in the pursuit of completing a 50K+ word novel in a month. Yes, I mean NaNoWriMo.
My 2011 NaNo novel became my first novel, Snowbound, which I published last autumn. I had a blast writing it and a lot of people enjoyed reading it, even though some people thought Mia didn't deserve an HEA. Well, I am already working on a little story about Mia & Jake so that might be a Christmas present to their fans. :)
My 2012 NaNo novel became my second novel, Maybe Baby/i>, which I published in March, ended up for a while in the Kindle Top 100 list for its genre and won an award. It also caused many women to fall in love with Mads, the Danish sperm donor/furniture maker. I don't blame them. I have a bit of a crush on my own creation too. ;)
Last year was not a good NaNo year for me. I managed to write a 25K manuscript, come to the realization that I hated what I was writing and couldn't muster the energy or resolve to finish.
But this year is different...I feel ready to write my heart away, and we'll be returning to Copenhagen for more of Laney & Mads's story. So this weekend, I'll be prepping an outline so I won't find myself sitting in front of my MacBook Air and wondering what the heck I am doing.
Come November, I'll keep you updated here and on my author sitewith progress reports. I'll even post excerpts so you can see what's going on--but keep in mind it will be a very rough draft and probably full of typos. :)
My 2011 NaNo novel became my first novel, Snowbound, which I published last autumn. I had a blast writing it and a lot of people enjoyed reading it, even though some people thought Mia didn't deserve an HEA. Well, I am already working on a little story about Mia & Jake so that might be a Christmas present to their fans. :)
My 2012 NaNo novel became my second novel, Maybe Baby/i>, which I published in March, ended up for a while in the Kindle Top 100 list for its genre and won an award. It also caused many women to fall in love with Mads, the Danish sperm donor/furniture maker. I don't blame them. I have a bit of a crush on my own creation too. ;)Last year was not a good NaNo year for me. I managed to write a 25K manuscript, come to the realization that I hated what I was writing and couldn't muster the energy or resolve to finish.
But this year is different...I feel ready to write my heart away, and we'll be returning to Copenhagen for more of Laney & Mads's story. So this weekend, I'll be prepping an outline so I won't find myself sitting in front of my MacBook Air and wondering what the heck I am doing.
Come November, I'll keep you updated here and on my author sitewith progress reports. I'll even post excerpts so you can see what's going on--but keep in mind it will be a very rough draft and probably full of typos. :)
30 Days, 30 Stories: Story #8
Time for another installment of 30 days, 30 stories. It's fiction again.
Story #8: Dance
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Asha extended her left leg and then tested her pointe shoe. It was pliable enough now that she’d warmed it a bit. She rose up en pointe, keeping her upper body perfectly balanced and still, then raised her arms, imagining they were feathery wings as she moved across the floor.
Careful, she reminded herself. It’s been months since you’ve done this.
Yes, her muscles were a little stiff, but she could still do a perfect jeté and relevé. And to feel her body moving again without the pinching soreness or the ache of healing fractures, oh…what freedom. She tested her battements, moving from adagio to allegro and then drifting to the floor in the most graceful of bows.
“That was beautiful.”
She raised her head enough to see Mia Wilkinson standing in the door. She applauded as Asha stood and curtsied for her. “Just wanted to test the old gams, see if they could still do it.”
“You’ve still got it,” she said. “And you’re still so tiny.”
“No, I’m not.” Asha walked over to her, a little self-conscious at being caught out dancing. It was so silly. Dancing was her life. It had always been. She reached for her wrap sweater. “At least it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Asha shrugged on her sweater and then pressed the stop button on the stereo. She tied the stays on her sweater. The dance studio was chilly even with the old steam radiators hissing at full blast. She’d have to talk to Horace about it. The little girls she’d taught this morning were covered in goosebumps by the end of their ballet lesson.
“I still remember when you and I used to take lessons together with Madame Vivienne.” Mia grinned. “You were always so much better at it. Even then.”
“I practiced,” Asha reminded her old friend, “while you mooned over Owen Cudahy.”
“Well, yeah, you were in pursuit of dance, I was in pursuit of love.” Mia linked arms with Asha. “And now I’m in pursuit of lunch. Aunty Mo’s?”
Asha’s stomach growled in reply. She didn’t remember when she’d last eaten. Had she even had breakfast? “Aunty Mo’s—just like old times.”
Story #8: Dance
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Asha extended her left leg and then tested her pointe shoe. It was pliable enough now that she’d warmed it a bit. She rose up en pointe, keeping her upper body perfectly balanced and still, then raised her arms, imagining they were feathery wings as she moved across the floor.
Careful, she reminded herself. It’s been months since you’ve done this.
Yes, her muscles were a little stiff, but she could still do a perfect jeté and relevé. And to feel her body moving again without the pinching soreness or the ache of healing fractures, oh…what freedom. She tested her battements, moving from adagio to allegro and then drifting to the floor in the most graceful of bows.
“That was beautiful.”
She raised her head enough to see Mia Wilkinson standing in the door. She applauded as Asha stood and curtsied for her. “Just wanted to test the old gams, see if they could still do it.”
“You’ve still got it,” she said. “And you’re still so tiny.”
“No, I’m not.” Asha walked over to her, a little self-conscious at being caught out dancing. It was so silly. Dancing was her life. It had always been. She reached for her wrap sweater. “At least it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Asha shrugged on her sweater and then pressed the stop button on the stereo. She tied the stays on her sweater. The dance studio was chilly even with the old steam radiators hissing at full blast. She’d have to talk to Horace about it. The little girls she’d taught this morning were covered in goosebumps by the end of their ballet lesson.
“I still remember when you and I used to take lessons together with Madame Vivienne.” Mia grinned. “You were always so much better at it. Even then.”
“I practiced,” Asha reminded her old friend, “while you mooned over Owen Cudahy.”
“Well, yeah, you were in pursuit of dance, I was in pursuit of love.” Mia linked arms with Asha. “And now I’m in pursuit of lunch. Aunty Mo’s?”
Asha’s stomach growled in reply. She didn’t remember when she’d last eaten. Had she even had breakfast? “Aunty Mo’s—just like old times.”
