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Hollows up for personalization

I’ve signed the Truth books, the Princess books, and even the YA, Madison Avery series, which means the Hollows are up next! I can’t offer to personalize them all at once, so I’m going to make them available in batches. This month, I’ll happily sign to you any of the first three titles that you order from Nicolas, my local store. (And if you are late hearing about my personalization push this summer, I’m sure Nicola’s won’t mind adding some of the earlier titles we’ve featured to you pile.

Just click the images to go right to Nicola’s, and don’t forget to tell them when you order the books who you want them signed to. I’ve linked to the mass markets, but you can upgrade to the hard covers by a quick search.

Dead Witch Walking



And yes, The Drafter is still on sale for 1.99 for your Nook and Kindle. No excuses now! You have to let Rachel go and see if her younger “sister” can cut the mustard. Rachel will always be there. Promise.😉





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Summers are for reading, and have I got a deal

If you have been waiting because of cost, if you have been avoiding due to lack of closure on another series, if you are still stuck on Rachel Morgan, who is no longer the “baby sister” of the characters in my mind, then never mind, but if you are curious about how brains-and-brawn Silas deals with desperately loving a woman who doesn’t remember loving him back, if you can spot a manipulative boyfriend as fast as I can write one, if you doubt skill and smarts can overcome periodic, job-induced memory loss, then I’ve got a special for you that you’ll likely not see again for a very long time.

NookRight now, the Kindle version of The Drafter is on sale at Amazon for 1.99. And where Kindle goes, the Nook will follow.:-)

These are the deals, folks, and this is your summer. Make the most of both, because neither will last for long.




Also, I’ll be going in this weekend to sign those personalized copies you’ve been ordering from Nicola’s. To get in on this, scroll down the blog entries.

WaylaidCoverAlso, also, Waylaid, the Peri, Rachel mash-up is still available for .99 cents. Rachel lands herself and Jenks in downtown Detroit. Yep, I went there.


And yes, a picture of the self-proclaimed king of my yard, who was out singing this morning. He’s not liking the new pavers I put down this week to address a run-off issue, but I sure like ’em. I’m especially pleased with it because they used up the scattered pavers that the previous owners used all over the yard for things that are no longer an issue.




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Madison Avery: personalization still available

I do NOT believe this. Yes I do. (sigh) Last night, the entire series was on sale, and now . . . back to 5.99. I am so sorry. I should have posted last night, but usually these sales last more than a few hours. So my apologies, but I’m going to post anyway because I AM still signing them to you through Nicola’s for the rest of the month. I hear they still have some Princess books and Truth books as well, and if you whine real pretty, they will slip them in the stack to be personalized as well.

Psssttt!!!! I just found out the entire Madison Avery, YA series about timekeepers and reapers and a spunky, newly dead timekeeper fighting the system has gone up on Amazon for 1.99 each.

In order: The Dim Reaper (Prom Nights from Hell) NOT ON SALE
Once Dead, Twice Shy,
Early to Death Early to Rise

Something Deadly This Way Comes.

This has been out for a while, but it’s still one of my favorites as YA was where I fell in love with reading, and I’m still holding on to that promise. They are fun, don’t-take-too-seriously, reads, but you can see me playing with time that sort of leads right into Peri’s abilities. Great summertime reads for your kids, or even yourself if you’re young at heart.

Also, I’m still running that personilazation push for these titles if you would like a copy signed right to you, click to order from Nicola’s. If you’ve ordered personalized books earlier, hang in there. It takes some extra time, which is why I don’t offer personalized books but for rare opportunities. This cycle through November is probably going to be the last time I do it.

More info on the books is at my website: Scroll to get to Madison’s books.



My name is Madison Avery, and I’m here to tell you that there’s more out there than you can see, hear, or touch. Because I’m there. Seeing it. Touching it. Living it.

Madison’s prom was killer—literally. For some reason she’s been targeted by a dark reaper—yeah, that kind of reaper—intent on getting rid of her, body and soul. But before the reaper could finish the job, Madison was able to snag his strange, glowing amulet and get away.

Now she’s stuck on Earth—dead but not gone. Somehow the amulet gives her the illusion of a body, allowing her to toe the line between life and death. She still doesn’t know why the dark reaper is after her, but she’s not about to just sit around and let fate take its course.

With a little ingenuity, some light-bending, and the help of a light reaper (one of the good guys! Maybe . . . ), her cute crush, and oh yeah, her guardian angel, Madison’s ready to take control of her own destiny once and for all, before it takes control of her.

Well, if she believed in that stuff.


Seventeen, dead, and in charge of heaven’s dark angels—all itching to kill someone.

Madison Avery’s dreams of ever fitting in at her new school died when she did. Especially since she was able to maintain the illusion of a body, deal with a pesky guardian angel, and oh yeah, bring the reaper who killed her to his untimely end. Not exactly in-crowd material. It’s amazing that her crush, Josh, doesn’t think she’s totally nuts.

Now Madison has learned that she’s the dark timekeeper, in charge of angels who follow the murky guidelines of fate. Never one to abide by the rules, she decides it’s time for a major change to the system. With the help of some unlikely allies, Madison forms a rogue group of reapers who definitely don’t adhere to the rules of the heavens.

But as she grapples with the terrifying new skills that come with being a timekeeper, Madison realizes she may not be prepared for what lies ahead—unless she gets some seriously divine intervention.


I’m Madison Avery, in charge of heaven’s hit squad . . . and fighting it all the way.

When Madison died the night of her prom, she knew her life would never be the same. Now she has a powerful amulet, a team of rogue angels by her side, and the ability to flash forward into the future to see the shape of destiny. And of course, now she’s finally with Josh—a perfect boyfriend who doesn’t even mind that she’s dead.

But being dead has its disadvantages, too. Madison feels caught between the light and the dark, and between her real life and her timekeeper status. When Madison has the opportunity to get her body back—to be alive again—she faces her most difficult decision yet. If she claims it, she could return to being a normal girl—and have a chance at a real relationship with Josh. But would having the one thing she wants most in the world also mean giving up everything she’s worked so hard for?

mmPNFHcoverFive amazing authors.

Five unforgettable stories.

In this exciting collection of paranormal tales, best-selling authors Stephenie Meyer (Twilight), Kim Harrison (Once Dead, Twice Shy), Meg Cabot (How to Be Popular), Lauren Myracle (ttyl), and Michele Jaffe (Bad Kitty) take prom mishaps to a whole new level—a truly hellish level. Wardrobe malfunctions and two left feet don’t hold a candle to discovering your date is the Grim Reaper—and he isn’t here to tell you how hot you look.

From angels fighting demons to a twisted take on getting what you wish for, these five stories will entertain better than any DJ in a bad tux can. No corsage or limo rental necessary. Just good, creepy fun.


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Madison Avery: kick-butt teen battles death and wins–sort of.

We’ve moved up to the Madison Avery series in the ongoing in-turn personalization I’m running until the publication of The Operator this late November. For this month, Nicola’s Books and I will not just sign, but personalize to the person(s) of your choice the Madison Avery series books that you buy through them. (Pssst! I’ve not gone in yet to sign the last two Decoy Princess books yet, so you can still get in on that as well.)

Madison is my official foray into YA, but I’ve always thought that the Truth books were more YA than anything else. Madison got her start in Prom Nights From Hell, an anthology with Meg Cabot, Stephenie Meyer, Lauren Myracle, and Michele Jaffe, but you don’t have to read how Madison died to enjoy the rest of the series. (I’d suggest it, though as it gives some nice background on reapers and the “magic.”)

In order: The Dim Reaper (Prom Nights from Hell) Once Dead, Twice Shy, Early to Death Early to Rise, and Something Deadly This Way Comes. They are fun, don’t-take-seriously, reads, but you can see me playing with time that sort of leads right into Peri’s abilities. Great summer time reads for your kids, or even yourself if you’re young at heart.

I’ll be signing these and any other Kim Harrison/Dawn Cook title this weekend at B&N Grand Rapids MI, Noon (6/11, 3195 28th St. SE ) but if you can’t make it, you can . . .

Click to order from Nicola’s, and if you’ve ordered personalized books earlier, hang in there. It takes some extra time, which is why I don’t offer personalized books but for rare opportunities. This cycle through November is probably going to be the last time I do it.

More info on the books is at my website: Scroll to get to Madison’s books.






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What’s Left Behind is Waiting Before You

If you’re on my FB, you might have seen a quick post on Sunday about my ancient telescope which I got out of storage to take a look at Mars, seeing as it’s the closest it will be for a while. Spoiler: it looks just about the same, a medium-size orange/red dot. Jupiter was a lot more interesting with four moons all in a perfect row. (I found out why they form in planes like that. It’s not gravity or just things knocking about. It’s the planet’s magnetic field that corrals the dust and chunks into a flat disk. Same thing for solar systems and galaxies. So how cool is that?)


This thing is heavy. The tracking motor doesn’t work, and I have to keep adjusting it as the earth spins and everything moves out of the field in a matter of seconds. The mirrors are dusty, and one is damaged. I only have one lens. And yet, it has stuck with me for over thirty-five years and four major across-state-line moves, wrapped in cellophane to keep it all together.

I got it from my grandpa when he cleared out his garage one summer. I was 12? Maybe younger. We lived near a lake and the skies were dark, especially in the winter. So on the odd night when I felt my wanderlust the worst and my books could not satisfy, I’d drag that heavy-ass thing down two cement steps and point it at stars. It was taller then me, and awkward. I was usually in my long purple robe and slippers, freezing and blowing steam. I never knew which star would blossom into a planet, too impatient to use the charts more than a rudimentary, “that direction.” I found Jupiter and Saturn that way, and when I see them in the sky even now, I smile, remembering the first time I tightened my focus and they appeared, perfect and sharp against a more perfect black.

Last night, after thirty-plus years, I got my scope out again, ripped off the brittle packing wrap, and put the feet back on. I lugged it out over a step and put it in the drive, pointed it at a bright star to work at getting the spotting scope aligned, and boom, it was Jupiter–four little moons in a beautiful straight line.

And then something really nice happened. I went to move it so Mars would be visible from behind the trees. My arms tucked under the drive in the exact same spot it had thirty years ago. I lifted, already knowing the balance of its weight against me would be perfect as I shuffle-walked to a new spot.

The scraping sound as I set it down was familiar. The feel of the spin as I shifted the barrel was smooth and grinding all at the same time. I had a confident knowledge that the configuration was going to end up where the scope and lens would be at the right height for easy viewing. I bent low to find Mars through the scope, and my left arm curved around the barrel looking for the release toggle without thought. It met my fingers exactly where I knew it would be, and in seconds, I had everything aligned.

I found more than Mars and Jupiter last night. The things that make us up stay with us for far longer than we realize–they are there when we reach for them, meet us like habit and graceful patten, most times to our unawares. I’m not so far from where I was thirty years ago. Gotta bring more of that back into focus. I’m going to need it as things realign.


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Why oh why do I keep this stuff?

I’m not one for collecting things. I like a sparse house, and I sometimes kid Tim that my goal is to have so little “stuff” that I can pack up in four hours and be on the road in five. It will never happen, but I’ve gotten good at throwing things out. About the only place I will buy “stuff” anymore is for the yard, and I lavish on it like it’s my last child.


There are exceptions, and I have a few talismans on my bookshelf with my reference copies to remind me of things I need to not forget. There’s a string of three bells that mean nothing unless you read LOST TRUTH. A recorder I bought in Ann Arbor when I was like twelve because I wanted to be just like The Doctor and I’d already knitted the scarf. The bunny might stay . . . I’m not sure yet how deep it goes in my soul. There’s a pincushion you can’t see that reminds me I’m my mother’s daughter, and a piece of Petoskey stone my grandfather found and polished to remind me love is thicker than blood. There’s a red-bandanda GI Joe with a drink sword and wings. (Enough said about that.)

The nub of the orange pencil I used to copy edit all the Hollows books was added on a whim, but I think it’s going to be with me forever now. I bought a new pencil for The Drafter, but alas, I will never use it as that’s not how we do things in NY anymore. It’s a shame that I’m the last generation who will correct on paper, and I remember being terrified the first time I did it–writing on my manuscript. Soon, the elegant language of proofing will be dead at the hands of the “accept changes” button. Sure it’s faster, but who learns anything that way? It pains me that I will never know the intimacy of my editor’s handwriting again.

The candle, burned once and stuck to a coin, has been with me for over two decades. It was on the thank-you cake I made for Gwen (Faith) Hunter when our writing critique group got back from Atlanta and the Mystery Writer’s convention where, because of her, I met the man who later became my agent. There were five of us wannabes under her wing who went, and I made a vow that no one probably remembers that when we all got published, we’d get together and burn our candles down to nothing in celebration. I have no idea if anyone else even saved their candles.

Most of us did get published. Maybe all. I’ve fallen out of contact with the last and don’t know. Even so, I don’t know if I could bring myself to burn my green candle down to nothing now. It’s become a talisman of the stupid, frustratingly obstinate me who still thinks everything is possible when everyone says otherwise. I still feel that way, and I weep for the day I do not, but now I know how hard it is to balance on that high wire. I’ve been working there all this time not knowing the net was an illusion.

Good thing I have wings.



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Went to Nicola’s last night

Books, books, books, beautiful books full of memories of Useless, Strell, Lodish, Connen-Neute (Verbalize, Connen-Neute!), and of course, Alissa. The newly printed Truth books had come in, so if you ordered your personalized copies last month, they are on the truck today going to the shipper, and then you.:-)

Kim Harrison and Jessie at Nicola's signing back list titles

Kim Harrison and Jessie at Nicola’s signing back list titles

ForgottenLostTruthBit of a confession here. I got lost for a half hour this morning when I opened Forgotten Truth up to check on the spelling of Connen-Neute’s name. Septhama points, tracings, window wards. Redal-Stan, Talon . . . my beautiful Talon with your secret untold and sacrifice unknown. I forgot how much I loved creating these books. If you want some science in your magic, take a dip in the Hold. (happy sigh) It’s deceptively simple on the surface.

For those of you in the know, that’s a four-bell ankle bracelet, but alas, one bell has gone missing. I think Rex or perhaps Carnac has it.

But the books I’m featuring this month are the Princess books, and you can get both The Decoy Princess and Princes at Sea for the rest of the month personalized to you through Nicola’s. These are traditional fantasy but as before, the language and attitudes are contemporary making Tess very relatable. Like the Truth books, they are good to read with your kids if you’re trying to get them into “mental movies.”

DDPecoy Princess   PPSearincess at Sea

But what I really wanted to give to you today was a wallpaper my tech person at Gallery made for me. The screen size of an iPhone and Galaxie are so similar that I think I  can get away with giving you just one. Feel free to upload and share!


Also, those of you who were contacted through the newsletter about getting an early copy of THE OPERATOR, hang in there. They won’t even be printed for a while yet, but you have not been forgotten. (sign up for newsletter)



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