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BREATHLESS is back (or, how I survived self-publishing)

5/15/2017

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Wow. It's been a heck of a year. I can't believe I've made it to the day when my romantic ghost story, BREATHLESS, hits the shelves again. This has been an immensely LONG process that started months ago. 

As you may know, I'm pursuing a traditional author career where my books are published by established presses (like my debut, TEN PAST CLOSING, which is tentatively scheduled for release by Sky Pony Press in the spring of 2018), but when the small press that originally put out BREATHLESS closed, I knew there was no way for it to ever be out in the world again if I didn't self-pub it. So, challenge accepted.
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For people out there who think self-publishing is easy, let me tell you: it's not. Authors don't just write something then slap it up there on Amazon. There is a lot that goes into making, not only an incredible story, but a book that done well and done right.
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Read a sneak peek of BREATHLESS below.
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How did I do it?  Juliana Haygert. I asked her EVERY QUESTION YOU COULD IMAGINE about what to do at each step. Twice. And she was immensely patient with this newbie. ​​Seriously, people, I love her. (And if you haven't done so yet, you should read her books because they're super sexy and totally fun.)
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So, here we are, re-release day for this little story that I love. I'm so grateful that there's a way for me to bring it back to readers.

Buy your copy of (the NEW & IMPROVED) BREATHLESS right here:

Amazon (Kindle)  /  B&N (Nook)  /   iBooks (Apple)  /  Kobo

Read a sneak peek of BREATHLESS.

      I exhale and watch bubbles float off into the churning blue above me. I draw another breath, except this time, there is no air. My lungs, in all their twenty-seven years of finding no resistance to their whims, of drawing in sweet gulps, huffs, and puffs, meet a wall of stainless steel. With the next try, that wall slams into my diaphragm.
     My left hand grasps the air pressure gauge as it bobs and snakes down by my hip. The dial’s needle hovers at a thick black line highlighted in red. Zero pounds per square inch.
     I’m seventy feet below the Caribbean Sea, and I’m out of air.
     Heavy nausea grabs hold of my gut and throat. I almost spit out the regulator mouthpiece, but reason kicks in. I stop myself just in time.
     Don’t panic. Stay calm.
   But it’s so hard to follow my own instructions. The warm water cradling my body has no mercy for this tiny, helpless human, and it turns to ice around me, needling my skin with cold until I’m numb. I hold my final breath. Everything in me screams out the wrongness of this. The world on the other side of my mask fuzzes out. My mind will soon follow if I don’t do something. Now.
     Remember the training. Just find another diver.
     Thank God, one of the instructors is less than ten yards away. My finned feet power me to Dale’s side with five hard kicks. He’s tucking something into a waist bag, and when I thrust my air pressure gauge into his face, at first he jerks away from it. Then his eyes widen as realization hits.
     I expect him to immediately reach for his spare regulator, the savior of rubber and metal, my sole hope if I want any fate other than drowning. Instead, he brings his large, strong hands to my face. The honey-gold flecks within his irises glint and flash in what filmy light breaches the yards of water between the surface and my airless lungs. There’s no warmth down here, and I’m out of time.
     Dale is my only hope.
    I let him capture my face between his palms and hold me with his anchor eyes. My heart beats a fluttery, jerky rhythm, and I count--One. Two-three. Four. Five-six-seven--and wait as though I’m not moments from my death.
As though I have all the time in the world.
    But whatever he’s doing, it’s working. I’m calmer. For the first time since I found nothing behind my inhale, my heart beats steady and true. He gives me a firm nod, and I return the gesture.
   It’s then, only then, that he unhooks the spare regulator from his dive vest. His other hand comes to the mouthpiece I still clench in my teeth. He brushes his fingers against my lips as he pulls the device free, and I give it up reluctantly even though it’s totally useless. A small, salty flow of water hits my tongue, and I swallow it down—the first of what could turn out to be a whole ocean’s worth if we mess up this maneuver.
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It's all in the way you think...

5/14/2017

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The newest issue of ALLEGORY eZine is out

5/8/2017

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Are you a fan of horror, sci-fi, or fantasy? Do you like free stories? Then check out the latest issue of Allegory eZine, including several stories that yours truly was fortunate enough to be assigned, right HERE.
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