Check out the pretty OBAB cover!

Cover art is just like getting a surprise gift. No matter whether the wrapping is fancy or plain old newspaper, you still hold your breath and tear it open, hoping...

Yay! It's fantastic!! And not socks. lol.

Of Blood and Blessings is being released with Liquid Silver Books on April 9, 2012. Since this once one of my very first books and has been through a few rough revisions, I'm very excited to seeing it finally find a new place to be.

Some might remember that this book was originally released with Changeling Press. To be clear I still love them plenty. :) The reason it was pulled and is being released is for two reasons - 1. I wanted to clean this book up some. Since it was written so long ago, I really wanted to improve it using what I've learned in all the recent years. and 2. The third and final book in this trilogy was finally finished and I wanted to release all three books from the same publisher. Since book 2 was with Cobblestone Press, I decided it would be fairest to pull both released books, rework them and offer the three together to a third publisher. I'm very happy I did and can't wait to see them all out there once more.

You can see more about the Blood Royals Trilogy on my website.

Shannon

www.lshannon.net

Moore Money? Yahoo!

Hi everyone. Just thought I'd share a post I recently got from my writing buddy, Deb Moore. So here ya go...



Hey, girl! Guess what I’ve been up to?

My new book, The Business of Writing, went live on Amazon! Unlike other finance and business books out there, this one is geared specifically to writers and the challenges we face.

I’ve been doing bookkeeping and creative writing for over twenty-five years, and I was finally able to combine the numbers side and creative side of my brain to produce a book every writer will find useful.

My book will show how to save time and money all year long as well as during tax season. This way, writers can focus on writing instead of stressing over the financial side of the business.

In the book, I’ve included information on managing the daily bill and receipt piles with a tool called the Money Journal. There are tips and tricks on tracking all financial matters along the way quickly and easily—and in a way that will save them time and money at tax time. The book covers how the structure of our businesses is so important and can make a huge difference come tax time. Also, the book has an exhaustive list of expenses specific to writers—some that writers are probably already tracking, and many they may not be.

There is a lot more information in the book, and I included loads of links to forms I designed, spreadsheets writers would find helpful, and IRS publications every writer should know about.

I know you get financial questions all the time. Here’s the link to the Amazon page. There’s more information about everything the book contains there. http://www.amazon.com/The-Business-of-Writing-ebook/dp/B007A2741Y/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329595829&sr=8-1

Debra Moore

www.moorebookkeeping.com

Moore Bookkeeping—because you went into business to make money, not count it.

The Wysh

Wysh 1: The Wysh
By L. Shannon
Genre: paranormal m/m romance
ISBN: 978-1-61124-221-8
Released: December 18, 2011
Amber Quill Press
Cover Artist: Trace Edward Zaber
Editor: Catherine Snodgrass


Buy it at Amber Quill Press http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/Wysh.html


BLURB
Lin struggles to raise his kid brother on a writer's fluctuating income and once more is over whelmed with unpaid bills. Just when he thinks he's out of options, that is when he gets a mysterious note offering him money for a little of his time. Despite knowing the guy will probably be a stalker pervert who thinks he's the woman shown on that back of his books, he still goes to the midnight meeting. What he finds is a ridiculously sexy demon asking for his blood in exchange for enough cash to fix Lin's lacking finances. Lin's just not sure how much of himself he can give up for money. The decisions could change his life forever.


EXCERPT
(*WARNING* Potentially adult excerpt. Consider yourself warned.)

If this were a book of mine to plot out, the note writer would be some recluse of a hunk, desperate to connect with another human even if he had to buy their company with his blue blood inheritance. A perfect fit for a desperate heroine. In my case, maybe it would be glamorous beauty, driven to the brink of madness from her loneliness. Some pretty delicate girl, petite enough to make me feel big and strong.

A snort slipped out.

But of course not. I'm a cynic. Reality wasn't like that. The truth was more likely going to be either a hideous ugly guy who couldn't get laid or a sicko who couldn't find someone willing to do what he needed to get off.

And here was me walking into this situation. I focused on the fireflies and continued onward with my hands in my pockets. One hand wrapped around the only proof that my desperation hadn't completely eroded my sense of self-preservation. The stun gun was a good model capable of shocking the shit out of a large man. The weapon could even be used multiple times if the guy in need of voltage wasn't alone, or if he really pissed me off. Not that I was completely helpless, but time and experience had taught me that with my frame I was better off with more options.

The dark star-spangled surface of the small lake came into view. The note had ordered me to meet him between the lake and the north bend in the dirt road. Right about... Here.

A shadow of black on black moved ahead of me. Despite the darkness, I could make out someone sitting on one of the two overlook benches. That someone appeared to be alone, but also even sitting looked as big as a mountain.

"Ms. Hamilton, you came." The gravelly voice vibrated across the air to me.

"Are you alone?" Even if I hadn't seen anyone I still had to ask.

"Yes, I came alone. I'm glad you did also."

I expected him to move, stand or do something, but instead the man stayed on his bench, staring out over the lake. Trudging a few steps closer I waited for his appearance to take clearer shape. But no matter how much I squinted, he remained nothing but shadow, hidden inside a long trench coat and obscured by a wide hat reminiscent of Van Helsing.

"Why did you come alone?" His question was tinged with sadness or perhaps disappointment. "Didn't you consider the risks?"

"I don't need a safety lesson from the creepy bastard who lured me out here." And with the earlier use of Ms. I figured it was time to fess up. "Besides, I'm not a Ms. Hamilton. I'm a Mr."

"Mr.? No, she's not married."

"She isn't a she." I shook my head. This was going to take more explaining. "I'm the author. But I am a man, not a woman. The readers expected a female author so my editor decided it would--"

"Ahh, a pen name. I understand."

"It's also my name. I'm Lindsey Hamilton. Most just call me Lin."

"Lin. I see." His voice dripped with doubt. "You came alone."

"So what? You already know I need the money. You seemed to be a fan so the least I could do was hear you out. My words tumbled out in a rush. Better to put all the cards on the table right away. "But even if my gender isn't an issue for you, I won't agree to anything until I hear exactly what you want in exchange for that money."

"Are there things you won't do for a thousand dollars?"

"Yes, there are things I won't do for a million dollars." Although in the most honest part of my heart, I'd have to admit that there were probably damn few things I wouldn't do for a big enough payout. "So spill it. Are you a pervert? Into shit you just can't talk the girls into? Or are you ugly enough to make the girls barf and run away?"

Wind blew in off the lake, sending a shiver dancing over my skin.

And then he was behind me. Just like that, in the blink of an eye, the guy went from still as stone on the bench, across the dozen feet or so and around behind my back. Yet, I hadn't seen him stand or walk or anything. Just bam, there he was.

I jerked, tightening my grip on the stun gun in my pocket. His hands locked onto my arms before I could pull it out.

"Now, now, you asked for the details." His words whispered over the back of my neck, sending a tightening sensation down my body. With a twist to look over my shoulder at him, I saw only pale white skin and glowing amber eyes. His height was just as I'd expected, towering over me at probably six and a half feet. And he was broad at the shoulders. I could tell that much even with his physique hidden by the trench coat and the darkness. My gaze returned to his glowing eyes. So sad and...glinting with something dangerous.

I couldn't tear my gaze free. "What are you? What do you want?"

"Let's start with you not trying to electrocute me and work our way up from there." He blinked and loosened his grip on my arms. "I won't hurt you. I won't take anything you can't willingly offer."

I turned slowly. "What the hell does that mean? And how about we back up to the part where you answer me and explain just what the hell you are."

"So tough." From beneath the brim of his hat, one side of his lips quirked upward, revealing a neat line of teeth...except for one that was long enough to definitely be called a fang.

Icy fingers slid down my back. This guy was way out of my league. His brute strength alone would probably crush me if that was what he wanted. Yet, his huge grip remained gentle. "Answer my question or we're heading back down the 'shock the shit' road once more."

This time he chuckled. "I'm a..." His words faded to nothing.

"A what? I make my living studying people and I've seen enough to know you aren't one. Are you a..." This time it was my words that failed. After all, I could hardly ask him if he was a vampire. Who the hell could ask that straight out into the honest night? "You're not human. I don't even need you to answer that question. But I'm not a bigot or anything. So just say it in one word or less. What are you?"

His head tilted forward. The brim of his hat hiding all of his face.

I just knew it. He was going to actually say that word. He was going to say right out loud that he was a vampire.


END EXCERPT

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