Celebrating the release of my friend’s book….

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Good morning everyone!  I wanted to share some awesome news with you.  My author-friend, Nicola S. Dorrington is releasing The Forever Queen today.  This book is the sequel to The Last Knight, in which Cara Paige gets wrapped up in a really cool modern version of the King Arthur Legend (complete with a hunky Lancelot, mind you).  Also totally cool– it’s Saint George’s Day, which has something to do with slaying dragons.  So, without further adieu, here’s The Forever Queen:


And an excerpt:

We headed straight out of town, almost immediately hitting the winding back roads. All around us rolled the moors dotted with grazing sheep.

Something had been killing them, although the authorities had been at a loss to explain what. Wyn and Percy were certain it was something that had come through the barriers before I’d been able to close them. I was inclined to agree with them. There were no natural predators in Yorkshire big enough to take down a full grown ram and almost completely devour it, leaving only bones and a few scraps of fleece.

“Where are we going?” Sam hissed at me as we sped further and further out into the moors. Her face was pinched with fear and I wondered what was going through her mind. What could she possibly be thinking we were going to do? A drug deal maybe? Or maybe something a lot worse? I couldn’t help thinking she was surprisingly brave; she had no reason to trust Wyn and Percy, or even me for that matter.

I could only shrug back at her. “I don’t know exactly.”

“You don’t know?” Her voice shot up an octave.

We turned off the road onto a dirt track, winding our way up towards a densely wooded patch of land and I felt my own anxiety beginning to grow. The truth was I didn’t have any idea what we were about to face. I’d confronted numerous creatures of the old magic, and every one of those encounters had been downright terrifying. Even the griffin, who had no intention of harming me, had scared me to death. I thought of the cockatrice Lance had fought and shuddered.

“Wyn?” I leant forward in my seat and his eyes flicked to meet mine in the mirror. “What are we up against here?”

His eyes moved to Sam’s terrified face and then back to mine. “It’s probably better I don’t say. We can’t be a hundred percent sure, and I don’t want you- “

A deafening roar interrupted him, shattering the previous still of the woods around us. Sam screamed as Wyn slammed on the brakes. I clamped one hand over her mouth.


Wyn and Percy were already climbing out of the car. I lowered my hand.

“Stay in the car. Don’t move, don’t make a sound.”

“Cara,” she whispered, her voice taut with fear. “What the hell is going on?”

I gave her a sad smile. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

I’d already seen it when I’d gotten in the car, so I reached over the back seat and my fingers found Excalibur’s hilt. It had been a while since I’d used it, but it felt so natural, like it was an extension of my own arm.

Sam’s eyes were like saucers as I pulled it over the seat, but she didn’t say a word. I pressed one finger to my lips and slipped out of the car.

I joined Wyn and Percy at the front. Both held their swords in their hands, eyes darting around the trees.

“How’s your friend?” Wyn growled as I reached them.

“Terrified,” I hissed back. “What do you expect? Why’d you let her come?”

He rolled his eyes. “What was I supposed to do? Drag her bodily from the car in front of half your school? That’s the kind of attention we don’t need.”

“And this is?”

He looked down at me almost pityingly. “Cara, who the hell is going to believe her?”

He had a point and I was still trying to think of a comeback when another roar reverberated around the forest. It was so loud that it seemed to echo and it was almost impossible to pinpoint where it was coming from.

Off to our left the forest erupted. Birds shot from the trees, screaming in distress. Undergrowth rustled all around as every creature in the forest got out of the way. Something was coming. I could see a shadow far back and the trees shook. One crashed down, shaking the ground.

I clenched my hands around Excalibur, my palms starting to sweat.


He glanced at Percy. “I think we were right.” Then he looked back down at me. “Are you ready to meet one of the original inhabitants of Albion?”

The thing roared again and broke through the trees.

I wanted to scream but the sound lodged in my throat. I choked out words instead. “What the hell is it?”

It stood ten feet tall, maybe more, with skin like an elephant. A dirty animal skin of some description was wrapped around its waist. Tiny beady eyes glared out from under a heavy, overhanging brow. Its lower jaw jutted out, sprouting two thick yellow tusks. As it roared again I saw clumps of rotting meat caught in the rest of its teeth. Its arms were so long its knuckles almost touched the floor. One hand clenched a tree branch almost as big as I was, and in the other something white shone.

I could hear Sam whimpering in the car and part of me wanted to join her. Part of me wanted to hide away and let this be someone else’s problem.

But I wasn’t that person. Not anymore. When I’d claimed Excalibur as my own I’d accepted a certain responsibility that went with it – just as Arthur had when he’d pulled it from the stone so many years ago. I was the last Pendragon and Albion needed me.

I tightened my grip on the hilt and stepped up beside Wyn and Percy.

The creature saw my movement and focused those beady eyes on us. It dropped the sheep skull it was holding and lunged for us. The three of us scattered and it roared in frustration, not knowing who to follow.

“What the hell is it?” I shouted again, ducking its swinging arm and taking shelter behind a tree.

“Ogre.” Wyn darted off to its left, trying to get around it to me.

I stared up at the thing as it swung between our voices, trying to decide which of us to kill first. This was no friendly Shrek. This thing was a monster. Its thick hide deflected Percy’s sword as he swung at it – it simply bellowed in rage and turned towards him.

“What do we do?”

“We have to kill it.” Wyn ducked between its legs before it even saw him and reached my side.

“Kill it?”

He sighed. “It’s content enough with sheep for now, but it’ll kill and eat a human just as happily. Most of them had been killed off even in my time. But you’d still get a rogue one that would come down out of the mountains looking for food. Can you imagine this thing in your town? In your school?”

I gulped. Wyn was right. I knew he was right but it didn’t make it any easier. I wasn’t a natural killer.

“How?” I asked at last.

“Excalibur. It’s dragon-forged. It’s stronger than normal steel. But it still won’t pierce the hide easily, but they have weaker spots, vulnerable spots.”


Sam screamed and the ogre turned towards the car, advancing on it with lumbering steps that made the ground tremble. Sam shot across the back seat, cowering against the far door. The ogre’s club whistled out, slamming into the top of the car and denting the roof. A second swing into the side of the car nearly buckled the door.

Percy darted out and swiped at the back of its legs, drawing a thin line of blood. The ogre roared again, more with frustration than pain, and spun towards him. He backed away quickly, trying to keep his footing on the uneven ground.

“A little help?” He yelled as its club whistled bare inches from his ear.

I darted out from behind the tree and swung Excalibur with all my strength. It hit the unprotected back of the ogre’s legs. It cut deeper than Percy’s sword, but not by much, only enough to enrage it further.

But it drew its attention to me and it spun, growling. I ducked under its club and leapt backwards, drawing it foot by foot away from the car.

I looked towards the car, just for a second, distracted by Sam’s terrified face pressed up against the window. It was only a second but it was enough that I almost didn’t see the ogre swing at me. I spun away but not quite quickly enough and the club caught me across the shoulder. Pain erupted as I felt bones crunch and a sickening pop as my shoulder dislocated.

I staggered sideways, almost blacking out as three voices simultaneously screamed my name.

Percy shoulder charged the ogre, but the thing barely flinched, batting Percy away like he was an irritating fly. He stuck a tree and dropped to the ground. I couldn’t tell if he was winded or unconscious.

I didn’t have time to check on him as the ogre stomped towards me and I backed away until I hit a tree trunk.

It wasn’t like they say, my life didn’t flash before my eyes, but Lance was suddenly in my head. It wasn’t that I was wishing for one last moment with him or anything romantic like that. My desperate fear left no room for romance. Instead I could almost hear his voice, repeating the lessons he’d taught me once in a forest glade centuries ago.

Always have space to move. Never get cornered. But if you do, never give up.

I ducked again as the club smashed into the tree overhead, showering me with leaves and bark.

Holding my nerve I waited until the ogre lunged at me again and then I brought up my sword. Its own strength and momentum drove it onto Excalibur, burying the sword to the hilt in its stomach.

It fell forward, pinning me against the tree. My hands grew slippery with blood as I gasped for breath.

The weight of it vanished as Wyn pulled it backwards off the sword. He grabbed me roughly by the shoulders, spinning me to face him, checking me for injuries. I bit back a scream as the pain in my shoulder intensified. He grimaced apologetically.

“Hold still.”

“What-“I screamed again as he wrenched my shoulder and arm, popping the joint back into the socket.

“Sorry. But better I do it then you end up in the hospital trying to explain to a doctor how you dislocated your shoulder.”

I glowered at him for a moment, rubbing my shoulder. It was still going to be horribly bruised, and it hurt like hell, but the worst of the pain was subsiding. I knew he was right but I wasn’t about to forgive him just yet.

At last he smiled wryly. “Not the method I would have chosen. But I suppose it worked.”

Percy came up on my other side, clutching his ribs. “Not bad, Princess. We’ll make a knight of you yet.”

I snorted, huffing my fringe out of my eyes, and turning my gaze and attention back to the ogre. “Is it dead?”

Percy prodded it with his sword. “Very.”


You can connect with Nicola on her website.  Also, check out the first book in the Pendragon Series, The Last Knight

The Last Knight.

New Covers!

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You know what they say.  Third time’s a charm.  Well, I’ve been going round and round with my book covers.  Not that long ago, I redid the first two when I created the cover for Eden.  And I really liked… maybe even loved… the new covers.  But I worried that they didn’t look dystopian.  I wanted a set of covers that would talk to potential readers about what they would find inside the books.  I mulled it over for a while, and then I decided to just go for it.

The biggest problem I’d had was the lily.  I wanted to keep the lily, and every time I went to design new covers, that was a stumbling block.  So, finally, I axed it.  No more lily.

The one thing that breaks my heart is the cover for Eden.  I am very sad to see the old cover go.  So maybe I will use the last set of covers for a special print edition or something.  But that said, I’m sooooooo pleased with the new covers.  So, yeah.  Here they are:

Cover of ECover of EvolutionCover of Eden

I hope you like them as much as I do.  I’ll be updating the rest of the blog and social media to go with the new look.

Meanwhile, I’m still working hard to get ready for the release of Eden and Jason and Lily.  Look for teasers, excerpts, and all of that fun coming soon!

Indie Love Blog Hop:

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Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!  I hope you are having a spectacular day celebrating the joy of love, whether you have found that special someone or whether you’re still waiting.  Or, hell, whether you’re popping balloons, scoffing at roses, and telling people to stick their chocolate bars up their you-know-wheres.  (We’ve all been there, right?)

An appropriate little snippet for you from Book Three in the E series, currently in progress:

“Whoa!”  Apollon is now choking on his rum.  When he manages to swallow whatever is stuck in his throat, he says, quite seriously, “Not going to happen.  You should know better.  I don’t do love.”
My eyebrows climb a notch higher.
He shrugs helplessly.  “I don’t.”
“That’s really fucking cynical for a guy who goes around spouting poetry all the time, you know.”
“I’m not cynical,” he protests.  “I believe in love.  I just don’t do it.”
“Why not?”
He frowns for a moment, thinking.  He’s really contemplating this answer.  Finally, he says, “Because I’m happy the way I am.  I like the freedom of just being me.  And love— it wrecks you.”

Anyway, in honor of Valentine’s Day, today I’m participating in the Indie Love Blog Hop, in which we are spreading love around the internet for our fellow Indies.  We’re like a bunch of slap-happy cupids, I tell you.  I personally recommend just staying inside.

The challenge for this blog hop was to write a post about “your favorite” Indie author.  But I have a good handful of favorites to share with you.  Being part of the Indie community means that yes, I know these people, and yes, they are friends/acquaintances.  That is *not* why I am including the recommendations below.  I’ve read a lot of Indie books, and I’m recommending some of my favorites:

Jane Dougherty:  I looked Jane up on Goodreads after reading an impressive review of one of her books on a blogger’s review site.  Jane kindly gifted me the first book in her Green Woman series, The Dark CitadelI’ve been a Jane Dougherty fan ever since!  I absolutely love this series, which is perfectly dark and disturbing, while pulling in classic fantasy elements, plenty of mythology, and a lot of interesting characters.  Jane has done a collaboration (with Ali Isaac) of short stories– retellings of Irish myths– for Valentine’s Day.  Perfect, right?  Gra Mo Chroi: Love Stories from Irish Myth  I have not read these yet, but do I plan on it?  You bet your booty!

H. L. Burke:  I started following Heidi’s blog through another blog hop last year.  I really enjoyed all her ramblingProduct Detailss about writing, but I was pretty busy and never picked up one of her books until recently.  A while back, Heidi put the first book of her The Dragon and The Scholar series on a free promo on Amazon.  So I was like… yeah, I’ll give it a try… but I wasn’t sure I’d like it.  Within the next two weeks I had bought all the rest of the books in the series.  These books are sweet, light fantasy, and they are adorable.  I’m still reading the last one– I slowed down major-time because I’ve been *busy*, but yeah, I would recommend these if you like a fairytale-style fantasy romp.

Product DetailsDavid Estes:  This guy has written *tons* of books, and I haven’t read most of them.  I picked up a copy of Brew, one of his latest, and ended up loving it.  It took a while for the magic to sink in– I wasn’t convinced at first– but yeah, great book.  It’s about the witch apocalypse.  Yep.  The witch apocalypse.  Witch-slaying + book blogger + cool dog = fun.


N. S. Dorrington:  And if you love YA fantasy with a good dose of romance, look no further than my fellow Rock the Book chick, Nicola, who has put together a lovely little modern spin on the King Arthur myths.  The Last Knight is a tale of prep schools and sorcery.  I mean, we all knew Lancelot would look great in a leather jacket, right?  😉

So there you have it, a handful of awesome Indie books.  *Shoots arrows all over hell and gone*

dystopian novelIf you haven’t read my (*refrains from saying “awesome”*) Indie book yet, you can enter to win an e-copy in the Rafflecopter giveaway below.
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Many thanks to Debdatta over at http://www.b00kr3vi3ws.in for hosting this blog hop!

N. S. Dorrington’s The Last Knight is free right now

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Hey everyone!  I just wanted to share with you that my friend’s book is free on Kindle right now!  Download yourself a free copy of The Last Knight by Nicola Dorrington.  This is a YA book that is a modern take on the King Arthur stories.  Lots of adventure, a touch of romance, knights, mythical creatures, and high school.  🙂  Check it out!

…And while I’m here… yes, I’m still writing.  Book Three in the E series is starting to take shape.  But the more I talk atcha here, the less *real* writing I do, so off I go….