The first book by Edie Roones AND the first book published by Writers Ink hit the electronic marketplace on this day in 2015. It was an insane rush to finish the book before the end of August. Edie accomplished it by 32 hours!
With only a sword as defense against sorcery, can Beren survive a battle against the Gitane Witches?
When I published this book in 2017, I achieved my first one million words published and over one million fiction words published, with my three pen names Remi Black #dark fantasy, Edie Roones #fantasy, and M.A. Lee, historical #mysteries with a dash of romance.
On the 8th, a book bundle from M.A. Lee
A Trio of Keys brings together the third tritypch in the Hearts in Hazard series.
Book 7 in the series ~ The Key to Secrets ~ Debutantes should snare fiancés, not murder them. Constable Hector Evans must solve three murders. Is his former love guilty, of is she a convenient scapegoat?
Constable Hector Evans was introduced in The Danger to Hearts.
Book 8 ~ The Key for Spies ~ Spies and traitors. Lies and treachery. Unexpected love where bullets fly. One traitor destroys loyalty. What will two traitors destroy?
Book 9 ~ The Key with Hearts ~ A convenient marriage inconveniently causes murder. More like a vintage gothic by Victoria Holt or Dorothy Eden
I dared myself to enter self-publishing, and I did it with this book.
In 2013, I realized that I had lost touch with so much that I loved. I was crocheting at the time, and as much as I loved crochet, I loved something else more.
Writing. The spinning of stories.
In the autumn of 2012 I had purchased my first Kindle. At some point I realized that some of the writers in the Kindle Store were self-published. A few were unprofessional, but the majority of indies had published great manuscripts with few errors and excellent stories.
Then, late summer of 2013—yes, I know I’m slow—I realized that I wanted to return to writing. I would ignore traditional and pursue the indie route. I counted up manuscripts, picked one, and settled into a re-read to discover that I would need to do to bring it up to speed.
I also researched self-publishing. It couldn’t be as easy as it looked. It was AND it wasn’t. I would need a cover designer—that search took 18 months. I would need to learn formatting—easy peasy since I understood the ins and outs of MS Word, having grown with the program since the early 1990s.
Summer Sieges wasn’t the novel I picked to publish first; it became my first published novel because of the cover design search and needing to write the third book in a series, to have all three published at once.
Summer Sieges became my self-publishing test case. Could I do it? Would it work? I did, and it did—on this day in 2015.
This #fantasy is still one of my favorites. Hard to believe this is the 6th anniversary of my writing business.
March 22 ~ the nonfiction writer’s guide Discovering Your Novel by M.A. Lee
When your goal is publication, Discovering Your Novel is the guidebook to help you overcome the Sisyphean task of first word to publication. With the goal of completing a novel in 52 weeks, this guidebook can be self-paced or tracked week by week for persistent success.
Scary October needs a scary witch, and the fantasy Autumn Spells by Edie Roones offers us Neehla.
Eager to re-embody herself in a younger woman, Neehla builds her sorcerous spell.
In this life her name was Neehla. Over many lives, she had lost some things, gained others. Through them all, her sorcery remained tangible evil, woven from the elemental air and the incense of her spells.
Her fingers flew across the loom, weaving a snare for the unwary. She snatched a spiral of smoke from the air and twisted it deftly before joining the sorcered strand to the thread on the shuttle. As it shot across the warp threads on the loom, the gray smoke deepened, becoming as darkly hued as the power that shaped it.
Here’s a free glimpse, the first chapter of Edie Roones’ fantasy Summer Sieges, a story of ordinary people battling extraordinary odds and foul sorcery. This book is Edie’s second publication, after her short story “A Matter of Trust”.
Her body jerked.
Beren muddled her way up. Slowly. Into the pain.
Return was . . . sluggish. A great darkness. A lesser one. She wanted to retreat from waking, crawl back into the deep blackness, but pain pulsed in her head and throbbed along her arm, denying any escape.
Her body jerked again.
Hands were on her. At her hips. Metal clinking. A lift. She groaned.
The hands stilled then gave another jerk that peeled something from beneath her.
And then a growl, deep, predatory. As black as the darkness. Danger as old as time.
Whoever had pulled at her scrambled away. She tried to open her eyes then realized they were open, to night-black. The dancing lights weren’t in her throbbing head. They were torches bobbing, some bigger and brighter, others distant, like the will o’wisps that hovered over deepest springs and in magickal glades.