I'm happy to announce that print editions of the Daughters of Eve series and The Society series will be available sometime in February. I'll be giving away signed copies, so sign up for the email newsletter if you'd like more information!
Cheers,
Danielle
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Thanks
Thank you to everyone who downloaded copies of my books during the big promotion!
Update on the final book in the Society series coming soon.
Cheers,
Danielle
Update on the final book in the Society series coming soon.
Cheers,
Danielle
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
FREE Promotion, going on now
Free promotion goes off at midnight tonight. Be sure and get your copies!
Monday, January 16, 2012
HUGE Promotion! One day only!
In an effort to gain more reviews on Amazon, I'm running a HUGE promotion.
Starting tomorrow, ALL of these books will be FREE:
Society of the Nines
Violin Song
Sin and Sacrifice
Templar's Creed
The Seven Seals
Thanks to all the readers who download and leave a review for the book!
Danielle
Starting tomorrow, ALL of these books will be FREE:
Society of the Nines
Violin Song
Sin and Sacrifice
Templar's Creed
The Seven Seals
Thanks to all the readers who download and leave a review for the book!
Danielle
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Friday, January 6, 2012
New Series Preview!
Up and coming:
My next series, the Fates, is coming right along. It's a young adult saga about the three fates and the turning of the Fate of Destiny. Here's the first cover mock up. I expect the first book to be out by the end of March (tentative release)!
My next series, the Fates, is coming right along. It's a young adult saga about the three fates and the turning of the Fate of Destiny. Here's the first cover mock up. I expect the first book to be out by the end of March (tentative release)!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
A Special Thank You
Since the beginning of my publishing
journey a year and a half ago, a handful of authors have offered me
their support, advice, encouragement and a kind word when I needed
it. I'm sure some of them might not realize how a simple tweet or a
quick email resonates.
So thank you to these authors for
making the journey that much brighter:
Scott Nicholson – One of the hardest
working, nicest writers I've met. Thank you for the opportunity to
network with you and the positive light you bring to publishing.
Imogen Rose – For every encouraging
word, tweet and post. It's an honest pleasure to be involved in this
business with you.
Sean Sweeney – Thanks for offering
support for word count goals, publishing achievements and other
writerly things.
Ron Canepa – I've enjoyed every chat,
every email, every tweet. Your kindness (and patience!) are very much
appreciated. One of these days, we will get
to work together!
Daniel
Pyle – Thank you for answering all my endless questions and for
liking Whiteout enough to include it in the Unnatural Disasters
anthology. That was one of the highs for me this year.
Joel
Kirkpatrick – Your energy constantly astounds me. Thank you for all
the exchanges, the interview, the humor and the promotion you do on
my behalf. The publishing world is a better place with you in it.
Happy
New Year. :)
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
For the Readers
This has been a heck of a busy year. I've published 5 novels since June, which seemed like such a lofty goal when I set it way back in January. It's been worth every sleepless night, every grinding hour of editing and re-editing, and all the countless things on a never ending To Do list.
What's made this year so special, besides the body of work, is the growth in readership. I appreciate all the emails, the feedback, and the reviews. Good, bad or indifferent, reviews give me a glimpse of whether I've accomplished what I set out to accomplish with each particular book or series. So thank you to everyone who has reached out, followed on Twitter or Facebook, or just dropped me a note. It's been great to hear from each one of you!
For the next few weeks, I've made the first book of my new series free on Smashwords and iTunes. Barnes & Noble should catch up in a week or so. I don't have the option to set it free on Amazon, but if it miraculously does go free, I'll update the blog!
Enjoy and Happy Holidays!
Danielle
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Violin Song Release
Violin Song is now available at Smashwords!
Violin Song
Available soon at:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
iBookstore
Description:
Violin Song
Available soon at:
Amazon
Barnes & Noble
iBookstore
Description:
After the Society of the Nines kidnaps
Elliott Chapin, private investigator Mahayla Breland goes on a
manhunt. Against impossible odds and a cult known for its violence,
she faces down a prediction of her own death to retrieve Elliott from
the Society's grasp. The road to success is paved with danger—and a
betrayal that threatens to throw the quest into turmoil.
Cheers!
Danielle
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Check it out
I like to pass on great reads and great authors. Scott Nicholson has a new book out that looks fabulous! Can't wait to sink my teeth in.
Creative Spirit on Amazon
Creative Spirit on Amazon
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Get updates by email
I've added a new feature to the blog--follow by email. Get updates, news, posts and new release announcements sent right to your email account. This is the first time I've ever experimented with this, so here's hoping all goes well. :)
Danielle
Danielle
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Society of the Nines - On sale now
The wig, the fear, and the weapon;
those are the first things Private Investigator Mahayla Breland
notices when Emma Chapin walks in her door. All Emma wants is for
Mahayla to find her missing son, a man on the run from a Cult that
proves to have far darker, more sinister intentions than Mahayla
could have ever imagined. What begins as an innocuous missing persons
case turns into a deadly game of cat-and-mouse—a game both Mahayla
and the Society of the Nines are playing to win.
Coming soon to:
Barnes and Noble
iTunes
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Excerpt:
Chapter
One
If
society wasn't filled with liars, deceivers and betrayers,
Mahayla thought, I'd be out of a job. She stared at the stack
of files on her desk, all consisting of just-completed projects. Most
of them were cases of cheating spouses which required her to spend
time snapping photos of clandestine rendezvous and collecting
evidence for her clients to use in court. One or two were genealogy
related—not her specialty—and still another was a business owner
who suspected a rival was using underhanded methods to drive
customers away.
She'd
solved them all, even the genealogy cases, in record time. No new
cases sat in the 'In' basket. Private Investigation work had slowed
down as the troubled economy struggled to get back on its feet. There
was little she could do to drive more customers through the door
besides wait patiently and hope the ad in the yellow pages attracted
some attention.
Maybe
I should redecorate the office.
Mahayla glanced at
the plush chairs on the other side of her desk, then the bookcases
lining the walls, and finally the stylish divan and wingback in the
designated 'waiting area'. The small, rectangular space got all its
character from eclectic bits of architecture around the windows,
molding on the walls, and the cream-burgundy-black décor that gave
it a chic, vintage feel. Situated on the second floor above a book
shop on La Palma Drive, it was perfect for her needs and really, if
she was honest, didn't need a lick of updating at all.
It needed
customers.
She
needed customers. Mahayla didn't
like to be idle.
Leaning over, she
plucked the photograph of her father, her mother, and herself off the
desk. She'd acquired her mother's dark hair, blue eyes, and
five-eight height. From her father, the CIA agent who had inspired
her to become what she was, Mahayla had inherited a love of mystery,
thrills and the need to find answers to questions. A recommendation
(and string pulling) from her father right out of high school landed
her a job at the CIA, a job she left five years later to open her own
business. The reasons for her departure were complicated and
personal, reasons her father never understood, much less supported.
Four years on, she
didn't regret her choice. Private investigation wasn't as intense or
thrilling, sacrifices she was willing to make to keep her morality
intact.
All she regretted
was that she didn't have a challenging case to sink her teeth into.
Fate
must have been listening in; a timid knock—taptaptap—came
at the door.
Mahayla set the
picture down. “Come in.”
At first, nothing
happened. No one entered. Just as she stood up, the handle twisted
and a woman stepped in.
Right
away, Mahayla noticed three things: the wig, the fear and the weapon.
Blonde, five-two, medium height and weight, the woman closed the door
but hovered near it as if she thought she might have to suddenly
flee. She also clutched a can of mace in a tight fist, skin white
over the knuckles. Her clothes were the kind that allowed her to
blend in with any crowd: whitewashed jeans, a mint green cardigan and
new tennis shoes of an indiscriminate make.
A pair of gray
shaded sunglasses hid the woman's eyes from view.
“Can I help
you?” Mahayla asked. She had the distinct impression the lady was
about to bolt. Interesting.
“Y...yes. I
mean, maybe. How much for a...consultation?”
“The
consultation is free, ma'am. Would you like to sit down? I have
coffee here and a few cold drinks.” Speaking smooth and slow,
Mahayla gestured toward one of the chairs opposite her desk.
“Is anyone else
here?” the woman whispered.
“No ma'am, it's
just me. I'm Mahayla Breland.” She didn't move around the desk,
afraid she would make the woman flee before she found out what the
problem was.
A husband turned
stalker, most likely.
Again, the woman
hesitated.
Mahayla saw the
way the woman's sunglasses tilted toward the high corners of the
room. Like she was looking for surveillance cameras. There were none
in this specific office, though the building owner had them on the
outside in case of break-ins.
Finally, the woman
walked to a chair at the desk and sat on the very edge. She didn't
put the mace away. “I'm Emma Chapin.”
Mahayla didn't sit
down yet, and she didn't offer her hand. Instinct told her that would
be a bad idea despite her own personal protocol. “Nice to meet you,
Ms. Chapin. Would you like something to drink?”
“No thank you.”
“All right. What
can I help you with today?” Mahayla sat down and folded her hands
over the top of her desk. She realized that she didn't expect the
woman to talk about an unruly ex-husband, an obsessed lover, or an
irate co-worker any longer. Intuition, which she'd learned to trust
long ago, warned her that whatever brought Emma here was much darker.
Emma licked her
lips and nudged the sunglasses up on the bridge of her nose with a
knuckle. “Do you accept missing persons cases?”
“Yes, I do. Who
is it that's missing, Ms. Chapin?”
“It's my son.
Elliott.” Emma's sunglasses pointed down at her hands. At the mace.
“How long has he
been missing?”
“Three years.”
“How old is
Elliott, Ms. Chapin? Have you contacted the authorities?”
“He's
twenty-nine, thirty in September. I can't contact the authorities. I
need to do this on my own.”
Mahayla sat back
in her chair. “I'm not sure I understand. The authorities have a
much more intricate networ--”
“They have spies
in the police department,” she whispered.
“They?”
Emma whipped a
look behind her.
The quick motion
startled Mahayla. No one had come into the office. What had the woman
so spooked?
“I can't tell
you unless you agree to take the case, Miss Breland,” Emma said
when she glanced back. She seemed a little edgier.
“I'll take the
case. I need a hundred-fifty dollar deposit. The balance will be due
when I find your son.” Even if she'd had ten cases ahead of this
one, Mahayla wouldn't have turned it down. This was more than a
simple missing persons case, more than someone who'd run off in a fit
or a fury. She could feel it in her bones.
Emma dug through
her purse, keeping the mace handy at all times. She withdrew a wallet
and then fished out the payment in small bills. Carefully, she made a
stack on the desk.
Mahayla pulled her
receipt book over and began writing one out. “Thank you. Now then,
who is 'they'?”
“The Society of
the Nines.” Emma's voice dropped below a whisper. So low that
Mahayla had a hard time making the words out.
“I'm sorry, did
you say the Society of the Nines?” Mahayla glanced up. Emma's face
looked ashen and her mouth had compressed into a tight line.
“Yes, dear. Do
you know them?” Her hand tightened around the mace.
Mahayla noticed;
she also knew that Emma was watching her every move, as if she
suspected Mahayla might be involved with this group. She tore off the
receipt and set it down. Picking up the stack of bills, she put it in
a plain white envelope and set it into the top drawer. She hoped the
mundane task would take the edge off Emma's tension.
“I've never
heard of them before. Why don't you tell me about them though after
you tell me about Elliott.” Mahayla surmised this group, whoever
they were, might have something to do with the entire situation. She
gathered a notepad and a pen and glanced at Emma.
The sunglasses
were pointed at her, suggesting Emma was staring. Mahayla strove to
appear collected and calm. She wasn't entirely convinced of Emma's
sanity at the moment, and really didn't want to be sprayed with mace.
“It's my fault
they're after him,” Emma lamented. Sincere regret tinged her voice.
“Why is it your
fault? What do they want with Elliott? Do you think they already have
him?” Mahayla doodled on the notepad; endless little circles in a
corner. Her busy mind worked over the evolving details.
“Because he was
born on September ninth. If I could have only had him one day
earlier, or one day later.” Emma exhaled what sounded like an
exhausted sigh.
“I don't
understand the correlation.” Mahayla wished the woman would remove
the sunglasses. She might get a better read on her.
“Nine. Nine,
nine, nine,” Emma said. She leaned forward and, without asking,
flipped the pages on Mahayla's desktop calendar until the date on the
pages read: September 9th, 1999.
Mahayla stared at
the date. Obviously, the number Nine played a prominent part. Society
of the Nines. All the nines in Elliott's upcoming birthday. Roughly
eight weeks away.
“You didn't say
whether you thought they'd made contact with Elliott,” Mahayla
reminded her.
“No. No, I don't
think they have. That's why I'm here.” Emma's sunglasses tipped up
from the calendar toward her again. “I want you to find him before
they do.”
“Why doesn't
Elliott just find you?”
“Because he
knows they watch me. Now, they'll be watching you too.”
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Unnatural Disasters Release
I'm very excited to have a story in the Unnatural Disasters anthology. eBook copies go on sale today!
______________________________
Floods. Earthquakes. Tornados. Asteroids. Nature can be vicious. But when you combine natural disasters with the very unnatural imaginations of the authors in this collection, you get terrors worse than anything Mother Nature has ever thrown at us, forays into nightmarish worlds that make a hurricane look like a light summer breeze.
Join Scott Nicholson, William Meikle, Daniel Pyle, Robert J. Duperre, Danielle Bourdon, Keith Gouveia, Ruth Francisco, J.A. Titus, and Robin Morris for nine horrific tales that will leave you cringing, gasping, and so scared of the outdoors you'll never want to leave your house again.
______________________________
Floods. Earthquakes. Tornados. Asteroids. Nature can be vicious. But when you combine natural disasters with the very unnatural imaginations of the authors in this collection, you get terrors worse than anything Mother Nature has ever thrown at us, forays into nightmarish worlds that make a hurricane look like a light summer breeze.
Join Scott Nicholson, William Meikle, Daniel Pyle, Robert J. Duperre, Danielle Bourdon, Keith Gouveia, Ruth Francisco, J.A. Titus, and Robin Morris for nine horrific tales that will leave you cringing, gasping, and so scared of the outdoors you'll never want to leave your house again.
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