Read-a-long price drop and signed American Demons!

The read-a-long over at — Goodreads — has moved up to WHITE WITCH BLACK CURSE, and to mark it, Harper has okayed a short-lived price reduction for the e-book. Take advantage of it! It won’t last long, and it’s a nice way to round out your e-library and give your paperbacks a rest. 😉 At the moment, both The Outlaw Demon Wails and White Witch, Black Curse are on sale for 1.99 Links below.

Amazon Kindle    Barnes and Noble Nook

Because this is a publisher-sponsored price reduction, it is unfortunately for U.S. only.

If you’re just now hearing about the read-a-long, the folders for the earlier titles will remain active, so come on over! We’re getting closer to AMERICAN DEMONS release, but there’s still time to binge-read the series!

A-a-a-and, Nicola’s has opened up their pre-orders for AMERICAN DEMON!  If you’re looking for a signed/personalized book, here’s where you can get it. International orders are A-ok. Just email them first from the order page. Let me know who you want it personalized to in the comment’s section at Nicola’s order page.

Nicola’s Order Page for personalized AMERICAN DEMON

 

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For The Outlaw Demon Wails, Read-a-long/price drop

The read-a-long over at — Goodreads — has moved up to THE OUTLAW DEMON WAILS, and to mark it, Harper has okayed a short-lived price reduction for the e-book. Take advantage of it! It won’t last long, and it’s a nice way to round out your e-library and give your paperbacks a rest. 😉

Because this is a publisher-sponsored price reduction, it is unfortunately for U.S. only.

If you’re just now hearing about the read-a-long, the folders for the earlier titles will remain active, so come on over! The conversation has been lagging because of the holidays, but don’t let that stop you. Outlaw Demo Wails is one of my favorites.

THE OUTLAW DEMON WAILS : KINDLE

THE OUTLAW DEMON WAILS : NOOK

Also, if you haven’t seen it, we have a cover for the upcoming AMERICAN DEMON, which is the next installment of the Rachel/Trent drama. I absolute love it, and I hope you do, too.

 

Links to pre-order AMERICAN DEMON:

 

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‘Twas the week before Christmas, and up in the Hollows . . .

‘Twas the week before Christmas, and up in the Hollows,
Solstice bonfires were burning, to toast the marshmallows.

The pixies were snug in their stump, even Jenks,
Who claimed he was tired, and needed some winks.

So I in my parka, and Ivy in her boots,
Were toasting the season, with thirty-year hooch.

When out in the street, there came such a crash,
I thought that it had to be ‘coons in our trash.

Away to the gate, I trudged through the snow,
While Ivy just said, “If it’s Kist, say hello.”

I lifted the latch, and peered to the street,
My face went quite cold.  We were in it thigh deep.

‘Twas a demon, who stood in the headlamps quite bright,
With his coat of green velvet, and his uncommon height.

His eyes, how they glittered, his teeth how they gnashed,
His voice, how he bellowed, his tongue, how it lashed.

The street wasn’t holy, so on Big Al came,
As he bellowed, and shouted, and called me by name.

“Morgan, you witch.  You’re a pain in my side.
“Get out of your church.  There’s no place to hide!”

Like hell’s fury unleashed, he strode to my door,
Where he hammered and cursed, like a cheap jilted whore.

But Ivy and I, we circled round back,
To stand in the street and prepare for attack.

“You loser,” I shouted.  “I’m waiting for you.”
And the demon, he spun, taking on a red hue.

Ivy stood ready, and I whispered, “Okay . . .
“If he wants to get rough, I’m ready to play.”

With nary a word, us two girls got to work,
Putting foot into gut, of the soul-sucking jerk.

I circled him quick, with a few words of Latin,
While Ivy distracted him with lots of good wackin’

“Get back!” I yelled out when my trap was complete,
And Ivy somersaulted right over the creep.

My circle sprang up, entrapping him surely,
Al fussed and he fumed, like a demonic fury.

The neighbors all cheered, and came out of their houses,
Where they’d watched the whole thing, like little house mouses.

So Ivy and I, we both bowed real low,
Then banished Big Al, in an overdone show.

But I heard Al exclaim, ‘ere he poofed from our sight
“You won this time witch, but I’ll get you one night!”

Kim Harrison
December 14th, 2005

Tim and I wish you and yours all the best of the holiday season and a glowing new year.

Pssssst! If you are looking for something exclusive for your Hollows fan, or something special for yourself, AMERICAN DEMON is available for pre-order, and to make it holiday appropriate, I’ve got a gift card for you to print out to put under the tree.  Happy Holidays!

Amazon preorder

Barnes and Noble preorder

 

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Angel’s Song, a Kim Harrison short to share

Get your tissues handy! I’ve got a gift from me to you today, written long before I found publication and was raw with the need to reach and connect and short on literary grace. You may have seen this in previous years, but  it still makes me cry, and like the best gifts, please feel free to share it.

However you celebrate the season, I hope you find joy, warmth, and a feeling of completeness.

Kim, Tim, and the boys

Angel’s Song
by
Kim Harrison

 

Silent night, holy night.
All is calm, all is bright. . . .

Humming, Kaylin held her coat close against the cold, more from habit than anything else as she dodged through the unseeing, evening shoppers. She was anxious to get home. Her work had seemed to stretch forever today, but finally The Boss had let her go. She couldn’t wait to see her daughter–it had been too long since the entire family had been together.

Slipping at the bus stop, she grasped the door to the bus, just making it on behind two tired women as the doors closed. The sound of their money jingling into the box chimed like bells, and the bus jerked into motion. Kaylin stood where she was, gripping the ceiling support as the gears shifted. Her gaze rove over the heads, looking for acknowledgment she existed. There, at the back where the heat didn’t reach, was a smiling face and a beckoning hand.

Though she didn’t recognize him, Kaylin went to sit with the old man. She smiled shyly, the anticipation of her coming evening prompting her to be more bold than usual. “I’m going home for Christmas,” she said by way of greeting as she jammed her gloves into a pocket.

“First time?” the old man murmured, his brown eyes going sad in memory.

She nodded. “Since my accident. I can hardly wait to see everyone together.” Kaylin put her hands in her lap, glad she couldn’t feel the cold anymore.

The man met her eyes. “See that boy up there?” he said, pointing with his chin. “I’m spending Christmas with him. He’s a college student on his way home. He needs all the help he can get, and my family doesn’t miss me anymore.”

Kaylin bit her lip and fussed with the hem of her coat’s sleeve, uncomfortable with the idea she would eventually be forgotten. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Make the most of the time they remember you. As it’s said, it came to pass.”

She didn’t know what to say. “This is my stop,” she said, glancing out the window to the colored lights.

“Best hurry. The door won’t wait for you.”

Giving him a hesitant smile, she hastened to the front, edging to the sidewalk past the three girls giggling about the presents they had gotten for their boyfriends.

Kaylin’s mood went soft as she took in the familiar street gray with twilight. The curb was jammed with cars. A noisy, joyful reunion on her front steps had the dogs barking. Excitement tingling to her toes, Kaylin waited on the walk, following the last of the children inside.

Her shoulders eased as she stood in the entryway, basking in the cheerful clutter and the too-noisy greetings. She waved as she spotted her grandmother in a corner, deep in the thick of it. The old woman’s eyes sparkled as they met hers. Her fingertips again had a rosy glow, and the blue tint Kaylin remembered was gone.

“Jasmine is in the kitchen!” her grandmother called over the noise. “Go on. We’ll talk later.”

Relieved her grandmother understood, Kaylin followed the smell of heated punch into the kitchen. She stopped in the open doorway as her heart clenched.

Jasmine stood on a chair before the counter, stirring a cup of green frosting. “I can’t do it, Daddy,” she complained, her high voice clear over the excited babble of relatives. “It’s too hard.”

Kaylin’s hands reached out, but she stood unmoving, forcing back the unexpected tears as her husband set aside his dishcloth and went to their daughter.

“Mommy always helped me, Daddy,” the child said around a sniff as his hand covered hers atop the spoon and they stirred together. “I want Mommy. I miss her.”

“Hush,” he said, the pain in his voice causing Kaylin’s throat to tighten. “I miss her too, sweetheart, but look. She’s everywhere, especially tonight.” Eyes bright, the man pointed to the dusty Christmas candles Kaylin had refused to burn, sitting on the kitchen windowsill. “There are her candles, right where she always put them. And the mistletoe above the doorway? She made that just last year. And the bow? Remember her spending an hour on that to get it to look just like the one in the store window? And you can smell her touch in the gingerbread men and taste it in the fruit punch. She’s everywhere.”

“No, Daddy,” the small girl protested. “It’s not the same. I can’t see her at all.”

“But I can,” he said, giving her a hug. “I can see her in you when you cut out your star cookies, I watched her hand move yours when you hung the ornaments on the tree, and I can see her eyes when I look at you. So, Jasmine, she is here.”

“I can’t see her,” Jasmine said, sniffing as she licked the frosting from a finger.

Kaylin ached. The Boss had warned her it would be hard, and she thought she could handle it. But this? This tore at her. Kaylin came close to stand behind her daughter and nudged a cookie, as if she could make the star any less lopsided. Perhaps . . . . Perhaps she could pretend.

And so she was a silent participant, each moment harder than the previous, a bittersweet mix of memories. She hovered in the kitchen while dinner was prepared, blowing on the gravy to keep it from boiling over until someone remembered it. She watched the rolls brown through the oven window with Jasmine, admonishing the child they weren’t done yet when Jasmine pronounced them finished. She stood in the archway to the living room and worried about the carpet as paper plates overflowing with food were balanced on knees. She sat at the kitchen table while the dishes were washed, catching up on the women’s gossip with her fingers curved around a forgotten cup until it was whisked away.

And then it was done. Kaylin knew the signs: the last swallows of coffee, the slowing conversation, the children collapsing in their mother’s arms. Kaylin sighed. She didn’t want it to be over.

Jasmine was slumped in her frills and white stockings in her father’s arms, too sleepy to be anything but content. Kaylin sat on the arm of the couch beside them, running her fingers unfelt over her daughter’s hair. There was one final tradition as yet undone, her most cherished part of the evening, and Kaylin’s heart fell when the first of the coats appeared. They had forgotten.

“Wait, Daddy.” Jasmine stirred as her father rose to say his good-byes. “We didn’t sing yet. Mommy always sings. Please?”

Kaylin waited, hoping.

“Of course, Jasmine,” her father said, giving her a hug. “You’re such a clever girl for remembering.”

Coats were dropped to the couch in the sliding sound of nylon. Her grandmother beckoned, and Kaylin joyfully edged closer to the piano. Jasmine wiggled down to sit on the long bench before the battered keys, her father standing behind her with his hands on her shoulders. Kaylin could see a glimmer of tears in her mother’s eyes as she took Kaylin’s usual spot before the piano and began to play.

“Silent night, holy night.
All is calm, all is bright.

Tears pricked at Kaylin’s eyes. Her favorite. Voice quavering, she joined her voice to her family’s.

“Round yon virgin, mother and child.
Holy infant, so tender and mild.”

“Daddy,” Jasmine whispered, her face upturned as she pulled on his sleeve. “I can hear Mommy singing.”

Kaylin’s throat nearly closed, and tears slipped down her cheeks. Angels could sing. And on Christmas Eve, they could be heard by those who listened.

Her husband knelt and gave Jasmine a tight, fierce hug. “So can I, sweetheart,” he whispered, rocking her. “So can I.”

“Sleep in heavenly peace.
Sleep in heavenly peace.”

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For A Few Demons More-Read-a-long/price drop

If you haven’t heard, I am sponsoring a read-a-long over at Goodreads. Today we officially start FOR A FEW DEMONS MORE, and if you want to join in, come on over!  — Goodreads –!

Even better, there’s a rolling price reduction going on, even if you are not a member of Goodreads. So if you can’t find your books or simply want to round out your e-library, this is a relatively painless way to do it. Or even better, get a book for that stubborn reader in your life who just won’t give the Hollows a try. 😉 For A Few Demons More is 1.99 for a short time, and because this is a publisher-sponsored price reduction, it is unfortunately for U.S. only.

If you’re just now hearing about the read-a-long, the folders for the earlier titles will remain active.

EVERY WHICH WAY BUT DEAD : KINDLE

EVERY WHICH WAY BUT DEAD : NOOK

Also, I worked with my publisher at ACE to offer you early, presale buyers, a stunning card for AMERICAN DEMON that you an print out and put under the tree. Just click the image to go to the bigger copy for your own use. And happy holidays!

Links to pre-order:

 

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Kim Harrison’s not so last-minute gift scramble

My hubby Tim and I have two distinct styles to get ready for the holiday season. Because of my work schedule, (and nature) I start shopping early, I wrap early, I bake early, and I usually have three blessedly calm days before Christmas. Tim on the other hand USED to be a last minute man, so bad that he told me he once shopped at a gas station for gifts on the way to a family party.

My calm enjoyment of the last three days before Christmas must have been getting to him, because now he’s almost as bad as me, and while I’m currently scrambling to find two minutes to rub together, he’s decorating in his, ahem, unique fashion.

However . . . for all you holiday shoppers out there beating me to the punch, I have I asked my publisher if they could whip up a gift card for me to make available to you! So if you are of a mind and, like me, think way ahead, you can print out the full color card and stuff it in a stocking or put on the tree, or secret Santa someone you know who loves the Hollows even though the book won’t be out until June. (That seems so far away!)

Just click on the image to go to the high-res copy that you can lift and print for your own use.  Happy Shopping!

And if you’re ready to pre-order to make the card truly legit:

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Rolling Price drop hits A Fistful of Charms

Hi All,

A Fistful of Charms (2006)

In celebration of the upcoming release of AMERICAN DEMON, (Yay, Rachel and Trent!) I am hosting a read-a-long over at Goodreads. We’re just about finished with Every Which Way but Dead, and if you want to join in, come on over!  — Goodreads

If you haven’t heard, there’s a rolling price reduction going on along with the read-a-long, even if you are not a member of Goodreads. So if you can’t find your books or simply want to round out your e-library, this is a relatively painless way to do it. Or even better, get a book for that stubborn reader in your life who just won’t give the Hollows a try. 😉

So, for a limited time, you can find A Fistful of Charms for  .99. Yep, less than a dollar! So cheap, you can buy it for a friend. 😉

If you’re just now hearing about the read-a-long, the folders for Dead Witch Walking, The Good, The Bad, and The Undead, and Every Which Way but Dead will remain active, and I’ll continue to be checking them as we go along.

–Kim

Fistful of Charms KINDLE

Fistful of Charms NOOK

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