Let me start out by once again thanking everyone who submitted either short stories or novels to us in November. We received quite a few submissions and it was difficult to choose exactly which ones to sign. However, our editorial board was up to the task and contracts have been sent out and returned. Now I have the pleasure of announcing the schedule for the first quarter of 2011 as well as some of the titles we will be publishing later this year.
The e-arc for Dave Freer’s YA novella, Without A Trace, is already available for purchase.
A Deeper Silence, a collection of short stories by Charles Edgar Quinn.
Legion, a short story by Dave Freer and Kate Paulk.
Lawyers of Mars by Pam Uphoff.
Short story collection by Dan Hoyt, title to be announced later.
Death of a Musketeer by Sarah D’Almeida. This is the first of the Musketeer Mysteries and has never appeared in digital format. We are very pleased to be able to add this title to our catalog and to announce that we will be offering later this year The Musketeer’s Confessor, a new book in the series.
We will also offer an as yet to be determined short story or two this month.
Impaler by Kate Paulk. A mix of alternate history, historical mystery and a new take on the Dracula myth. This is the follow-up novel to Kate’s novella, Born in Blood.
Hunter’s Moon by Ellie Ferguson is a mix of urban fantasy and romance.
Blood Ransom, a short story collection by Sarah A. Hoyt.
Last, but certainly not least, we will be offering our own irreverent take on St. Patrick’s Day, much in the vein of Robert Hoyt’s Christmas Campaign.
The Great Flying Saucer Conspiracy by Tom Easton. Tom will be doing a guest blog for us later this month complete with information about the book and a giveaway.
An as yet to be titled short story collection by Dave Freer.
Want, a short story by Jay Caselberg that came to us during our November submission period.
Skipping Stones, a short story by Darwin Garrison that also came to us during the November submission period.
Revocare, a short story by Leslie Fish that was submitted to us during November.
Here There Be Faeries, a short story by Stephen Simmons that came to us also during the November submission period.
There will be at least one novel added to the lineup. We’ll announce which title as soon as possible.
Among the titles we’ll be offering the second half of the year are the following:
The Musketeer’s Confessor by Sarah D’Almeida. This is a new title in the Musketeers Mysteries and we are very excited to be able to offer it to you.
Firefight by Tom Easton will be published in August.
Tiltamouse is Hunger, a YA novella by Sarah A. Hoyt.
Vengeance Mine, a mystery by Jenny Schall that is also a product of the November submission period.
ConVent by Kate Paulk.
Robert A. Hoyt’s holiday collection which includes Christmas Campaign.
These are just a few of the titles we’ll be bringing you over the next year. As new titles are added, we’ll let you know.
Posted in Bloggies on November 09, 2010 by amanda
First of all, apologies for the delay between posts. Real life kicked several of us in the teeth this past week and we’re just now digging out. However, beginning this week, there will be at least four posts every week — God willing and the creek don’t rise.
Since my last post, we’ve published two more short stories and the Halloween collection. The first short story is Hell of a Job by Kate Paulk. It should appear on Amazon, B&N and other “store” sites in the next few days. Here’s a short excerpt:
Elizabeth Antonia Harrisfield snuggled into the cushions on the obsidian throne and sighed. Being a Dark Lord, Supreme Ruler of the Southwestern Corner of the Mappe and loyal minion of the Dread Lord of Hell Himself wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
There was the throne, for a start. Carved from a single block of flawless obsidian, massive and foreboding, emphasising the Dark Lord’s power to all who saw it, it was also hellishly uncomfortable and froze the Dark Lord’s backside. Which helped to explain the previous incumbent’s fondness for incinerating his underlings.
That latter was also partially explained by the Dread Lord’s habit of watching the Dark Lords and occasionally popping in to offer advice. Her predecessor’s predecessor had resigned after one such visit. It wasn’t that unlike board meetings back home, except that forced resignations usually didn’t involve the luckless victim devolving into a screaming lump. Elizabeth hadn’t been graced with any such visits yet, but once she’d learned they happened she’d set about finding out what they involved.
It seemed that being a Dark Lord and Loyal Minion was a high risk, high turnover position. . . .
In the next short story, Zebbie by Sarah A. Hoyt, a young cat’s antics leads his family into a dangerous world where reality and fable merge. Here’s an excerpt:
. . .Zebbie froze by my side, his paw raised like a pointer dog in an English hunting print. I looked down, surprised at this unnatural pose, then froze in my turn. My heart hammered somewhere between my mouth and my ears. Above and in front of Zebbie’s paw, floated something that looked like a giant, shimmering soap bubble. Only it wasn’t a bubble, just a shimmering of the air and a faint suggestion of rainbow color. Inside this, suspended, flew… I can only describe it as a human, if a human were about a palm long, with a golden exoskeleton and dragon-fly wings.
I don’t remember screaming. I didn’t even throw the flowers over my head, nor let go of the sharp knife. Funny how, when the impossible happens, one acts in a perfectly reasonable way. Instead, I turned my back. “Come on, Zebbie,” I said, and started walking towards the back door. Then looked back to see if he followed.
Zebbie darted me a reluctant look, then made a half-movement, as though to pounce on the thing.
“No,” I told him. “Don’t you touch that.” Just as rational as you please, as though restraining Zebbie from playing with a squirrel or a mouse.
I made it all the way to the phone, dialed Glen’s office phone and found myself telling him, “I just saw a fairy in the garden.” . . . .
Both of these stories are available for individual purchase or as part of the collection of stories we did for Halloween. The collection, Night Whispers, is available here. As with the stories, it will also be available through Amazon and other outlets within the next few days. The collection includes Jack by Dave Freer, Till Your Proud Heart Break by Sarah A. Hoyt, Gooble, Gobble, One of Us by Charles Edgar Quinn, Predator or Prey by Ellie Ferguson, Bite One, Get One Free by Robert A. Hoyt as well as Hell of a Job by Kate Paulk and Zebbie by Sarah A. Hoyt.
As far as observations go, I’m not a big TV watcher. When I do watch, it’s usually something on the History Channel, BBCA, one of the Discover Channels or an old movie. But the other day I decided to take a look at AMC’s new series, The Walking Dead. I’ll admit right now that I’ve never seen the graphic novel it’s based on. Nor am I that big of a fan of zombie movies. My opinion has been that zombie movies have gone the way of slasher flicks — after the first couple of really good ones, they’ve become nothing but parodies of themselves. But The Walking Dead changed my mind — at least so far.
Don’t get me wrong. There isn’t a lot of new material here. The sheriff waking up alone in the hospital after being in a coma reminded me a lot of Howard Keel awakening in the hospital and ripping the bandages off his eyes in Day of the Triffids. (Oh no, now I’m going to have the opening theme of Rocky Horror Picture Show playing in my head — “And I really got hot when I saw Janette Scott fight a Triffid that spits poison and kills”. Okay, it’s been one of those days. What else can I say?)
Okay, back to business here. Before getting hijacked by RHPS, I was going to say that I found myself enjoying the pilot of The Walking Dead more than I’d expected. I haven’t had a chance to see the second episode yet, but it’s on the dvr waiting for me. Maybe tonight.
I also want to let you know that we are having a few issues with our store right now. It’s nothing major — unless you happen to be one of our IT guys and they are pulling their hair out right now. For some reason, on the pages where our new short stories and novels are listed, some of the images have decided to appear one moment and then disappear the next. We aren’t having that problem on the individual product pages, nor does it impact your ability to purchase and download the items. It’s just frustrating and I’ve got a tech or two threatening to commit violence if they can’t find the problem and fix it soon.
Finally, tomorrow we’ll be publishing Darwin Garrison’s first anime/manga review. His column will appear twice a month. Beginning December, it will be the first and third Wednesday of the month. So be sure to stop by and take a look tomorrow.
Until tomorrow, I’m going to go see if I can’t calm the techies and keep them from throwing a computer across the room. They never clean up the mess when they do ;-p
Hi, my name's Ellie Ferguson and, yes, that's exactly what I said when Amanda and Cliff approached me about doing a blog for NR. Oh, they said all the right things. Things like, "Ellie, it will introduce you to your readers" and "It will give you a chance to tell your readers something about you". Intellectually, I knew they were right. But that didn't stop the quickening of my heart and the fear crept in. What if, after I blogged, everyone hated me? GULP!
Well, they assured me it would be all right. After all, they reminded me that I'd managed to live through the fear of submitting WBB to them and going through the editing process. Let me tell you, child birth can be more enjoyable than edits -- and not because of anything the NR folks did or said but just because of the angst and doubt I felt going through them. I simply couldn't believe they'd still want to publish my book after going through the edits.
I know. Lots of authors feel this way. At least that's what they tell me.
Okay, enough of that. Here's the quick down and dirty on me. I'm older than 20 and younger than death and that's all you'll get from me about my age. After all, it's not polite to ask a woman how old she is. I'm a mother, a daughter and was a wife. I've spent most of my life in the South and love to travel. The only problem with that is my dog always thinks I've abandoned him when I do and it takes weeks to reassure the poor thing and my cat resents the fact I came back before he could figure out a way to kill the dog and hide the body. My house is haunted -- it is, really. I swear it. What else explains the table that plays music and the light that comes on by itself? -- but it's mine and I love it. Okay, I'm a little strange. But that makes life interesting.
Wedding Bell Blues is my first novel. I don't know about you, but my closet has been inhabited from time to time by some of the ugliest, "what were they thinking?" bridesmaid dresses ever created. And who hasn't been part of those conversations where a relative or group of married friends wonder when you're finally going to tie the knot? I swear, I've considered on more than one occasion exactly what Jessie does in WBB when her mother asks when she's going to finally give up looking for Mr. Right and settle down with some nice young man.
For a moment, I stared at her, torn between the desire to laugh and the more perverse desire to confirm her greatest fear that her daughter might be gay. It was so ludicrous. All she had to do was look at the evidence and she'd see just how ridiculous it was. While I might not have had any serious relationships these last ten years, I'd certainly enjoyed my fair share of men, and I do mean enjoy.
Part of me wanted to say, "Yes, Mom, I'm gay," just to see her reaction. But I'm not into matricide, no matter how much she gets on my nerves. And there was no question how she'd react to such an announcement. She'd drop dead from shock and then, with my luck, she'd come back to haunt me, making it the goal of her unnatural life to find me a nice man to spend the rest of my so-called natural life with.
Of course, most weddings don't also include arson, murder and having to be up close and personal with your former lover -- former because you caught him doing the horizontal tango on the kitchen table with your then best friend.
Ellie Ferguson is the author of Wedding Bell Blues. Cliff and I managed to finally convince her to introduce herself and blog for us. If you have any questions for Ellie, you can post them here or email her at EllieFerguson2010@gmail.com -- Amanda