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Wednesday, February 28, 2024

Read A Poisoned Garden by Kim Alexander #Fantasy #Romance #Urban #Dark #Steam

  





A Poisoned Garden
(New World Magic Book 4)


Synopsis

A unicorn walks into a bar and…wait, what was I saying?

Look, between what I’m pretty sure is premature senility and wanting to barf all the time, I’m barely hanging in there. At this point, I need a break after solving xeno murders, fighting murderous fox shifters, and my best friend nearly murdering me for…reasons.

But do I get a break? No, I get an invitation to the court of the Unseelie fae, and it’s the kind of invitation you can’t refuse because it’s from the king who flip-flops between wanting to share a pizza with me and stabbing me.

The upside is that I can see my best friend Marly, the newly minted and slightly murderous Unseelie fae queen. The downside? Apparently, I have to prevent a civil war between powerful magical beings, and I don’t even get a can opener for self-defense.

Just like clockwork, I’m back to running from supernatural squids, double-dealing with triple-dealing fae who probably all want me dead, and getting tangled up with a beautiful, broken-hearted unicorn who makes me feel guilty, and I don't know why.
After all, we've never met before...have we?






What are the other books in the series?

Pure

‘A unicorn walks into a bar….’ That is not a joke. 


Look, I’m a bartender, I have nothing to do with the xenos. 


I don’t care if it’s an elf or a vampire--as long as they don’t bother me, I steer clear. 


I have my reasons--you can see them in the scars on my neck. I never wanted to get involved. But my life changed for the second time when I saved the life of a unicorn. I made an enemy of something old--old and evil, and whatever it was, it’ll be back for another try. 


I also made a friend when I decided to help March. He’s only been a human man for a day. I’m responsible for him now. He’s my friend…and maybe something more. 


Maybe a lot more. It doesn’t matter to me that he isn’t magical anymore. I don’t care if he’s not PURE. But he does.



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The March Effect

A unicorn walks into a bar…and leaves with my heart. He’s gone, and now I have a unicorn-named-March-shaped hole in my life. 


But, I get it. Unicorns aren't meant to live in a world where they have to deal with putting gas in the car, getting groceries, and paying cell phone bills. I'm trying to get past this. Really, I am. It's just that everyone constantly talks about him, from his immortal ex-girlfriend, to reality TV-obsessed Fae, to even my own fully-human friends. 


Even his enemies are still obsessed with him. I learned that the hard way. 


Did I mention the part where I end up on the run—again—from an old, powerful enemy of his? Yeah. Fun times. I just want to be left to get over my broken heart while watching home improvement shows and eating ice cream. But mysterious disappearances, murder, and a quest for affordable real estate in Washington D.C. keep getting in the way. Maybe that's just life. 


Sometimes we get what we want. 

Sometimes, we get what we need. 

And sometimes, we get what we deserve. I guess you could call it…The March Effect.



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The Great Shatter


A unicorn walks into a bar...except there are no unicorns or bars in the court of the Unseelie fae, which sucks because Marly could really use a drink.

Honestly, going from human to vampire, to something not quite mortal would drive anyone to drink. Being hounded by a grudge-holding kitsune didn't help, either. But when the king of the Unseelie fae declared Marly his queen and the hope of his people, it seemed her troubles were over, and off they went to his magical kingdom in a reality-tv-worthy happily ever after.

Except it's more hard landing than happy ending. Marly is thrown into the crosshairs of ancient hatreds where war masquerades as etiquette, shadows must beg for light, and things with tentacles are just waiting for something to go wrong. And something is going wrong...very wrong.

With every mis-step, she stumbles closer to the edge of a darkness waiting to consume her, and the king's love is like a poison that can cure or kill. Her only hope is to unveil the truth dancing in the great mirrors in the sky, even if that sky comes crashing down.



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A Poisoned Garden


A unicorn walks into a bar and…wait, what was I saying?

Look, between what I’m pretty sure is premature senility and wanting to barf all the time, I’m barely hanging in there. At this point, I need a break after solving xeno murders, fighting murderous fox shifters, and my best friend nearly murdering me for…reasons.

But do I get a break? No, I get an invitation to the court of the Unseelie fae, and it’s the kind of invitation you can’t refuse because it’s from the king who flip-flops between wanting to share a pizza with me and stabbing me.

The upside is that I can see my best friend Marly, the newly minted and slightly murderous Unseelie fae queen. The downside? Apparently, I have to prevent a civil war between powerful magical beings, and I don’t even get a can opener for self-defense.

Just like clockwork, I’m back to running from supernatural squids, double-dealing with triple-dealing fae who probably all want me dead, and getting tangled up with a beautiful, broken-hearted unicorn who makes me feel guilty, and I don't know why.
After all, we've never met before...have we?



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The Glass Sword

A unicorn walks into a bar…it's cheaper than therapy.


Therapy, you say? 

Sign up Marly, the angry ex-Unseelie-fae-queen. 

Or how about Sasha, the bitter exiled-Unseelie-fae-king? 

And definitely Ruby, the mortal bartender who lost her heart when she found her memories of March, the unicorn shifter she loved.


A good therapist would say learn to live with the consequences of choices, but Ruby isn't ready to accept that a choice she didn't even know she made landed March as the prisoner of the Seelie fae court. And Marly and Sasha have some feelings about reclaiming the throne of the Unseelie court.

But consequences beget consequences. Amid dying kingdoms and the dying embers of old loves and older hatreds, friends become betrayers, lovers keep secrets, and someone or something is out for blood-red revenge.


Coming June 2024

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Who am I?

Kim Alexander grew up in the wilds of Long Island, NY and slowly drifted south until she reached Key West. After spending ten rum-soaked years as a DJ in the Keys, she moved to Washington DC, where she lives with two cats, an angry fish, and her extremely patient husband who tells her she needs to write at least ten more books if she intends to retire in Thailand, so thank you for your patronage. 



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Tuesday, February 27, 2024

Your Money or Your Love (Happy Valentine's Day 💋)

 Last year, I released The King's Mistress of Valentine's Day. This year, I put a different kind of heroine out into the world - a young widow, with a wicked secret.

Stand & Deliver

https://books2read.com/u/3GzqEn

This charming second chance novella brings together a hero and heroine who were always meant to be.

Elliot Brock is devastated when the woman he loves marries his best friend, who happens to be the son of an earl. When the two men are sent to war in 1812, only Elliot survives. The earl's dying wish is to unite his friend with his widow but by the time Elliot returns to England, the countess is courting more than scandal. She's risking her neck – and her life – to preserve a legacy for her son.


To find a way round the family trustee with nefarious designs, Countess Olivia Essex takes on the persona of Black Peter, a notorious highwayman. With her stalwart mama as accomplice, she keeps the estate running with a minimum of staff and supplies, but the legend of Black Peter grows daily, and Olivia is running out of time. Soon, she must re-enter society and her midnight rides will be noticed.

When Colonel Brock finally returns from war, Olivia is both relieved and alarmed. Brock is too clever not to guess what's going on – and too attractive not to kiss. More than kiss… She'd better hold her nerve. She'd better not give way to distraction - especially when the man who's after Black Peter is also the man she loves.

No one ever said love was easy.

Here's your free extract:

“You handle your mount exceptionally well,” he said. “Though I expect no less from the daughter of one of the finest riders in the regiment.”

    Olivia laughed, lifting her reins. “The credit is due Old Hal,” she declared, patting her horse. “Papa trained him for Mama. He is the sweetest equine fellow who ever lived, and hopelessly obedient.”

    “A fine quality in a domestic horse,” Elliot agreed. “Though not in a battlefield horse. Are you certain the theft of your French horse is insignificant?”

    Olivia’s gloved hands rubbed at the leatherwork of her pommel. “I’ve not seen the estate accounts for some time,” she admitted at last. “The trustee won’t allow it.” She looked up, a sudden stiffness in her seat.

    “Everyone asks if I’m satisfied with the estate trustee, Colonel Brock.” She made an irritated sound in her throat. “The polite widow’s response is to smile and nod. Express my gratitude.” She turned away, her gaze roving over the woodlands until her glare found Castlewood’s Folly. “In truth, I cannot answer for his conduct.”

    “Do you doubt him?” Elliot asked, silently elated that his earlier suspicions were allayed.

    Olivia flexed her fingers. “I’m inclined to question a man who refuses to show me the estate figures. If all is well, why deny me?” 

    “His reticence is not reassuring.” Elliot followed the lady’s eyeline, staring at the folly. “You’ve reason enough to request his ledgers.”

    Olivia sighed. “Reason, but with no power to compel any disclosure. I’ve no proof of wrongdoing. Merely concerns, and – and,” she paused, gathering herself before forging rapidly on. “All my intuition tells me the trustee is funding his lifestyle at the expense of our tenancies.” Her passionate, burning stare collided into his. The effect was so alarming Elliot nearly closed his eyes. 

    Olivia seemed to sag in her saddle. “Do you think me quite mad? You must know that I’m not adept at hopeless obedience.” 

    Her falsely bright smile hurt to witness. Elliot stared into Olivia’s face for a long time, remembering a girl at a ball who saved a dance for a lowly captain. 

    “Hopeless obedience is for horses and dogs, Olivia. Not women.” He reached one hesitant, leather-clad palm towards her troubled face. When she didn’t protest, he cupped her soft cheek, still pink from their exertions. 

    “You’ve always had excellent instincts. Do not doubt them now.” He studied those chocolate eyes as though he might paint her. “My mother, and my aunts, left me with a healthy respect for women’s intuition. One of them made a scandalous career out of becoming mistress to a former Prime Minister. Her influence allowed me to attend Eton.”

    “Not your mama, obviously,” she murmured, cupping her palm over his hand holding her face.

    “Obviously.” Elliot’s gaze dropped to her mouth. 

    He forgot the hideous folly and his suspicions of the trustee in the fullness of this woman’s lower lip, dark pink and lush. He licked his own lips, shifting in his saddle as his thumb stroked her cheek. He swallowed as she angled her head upward, parting her lips until his mouth slid against hers, his tongue delving deeply into her warm, wet mouth. He revelled in her sigh as one daintily gloved arm reached up, grasping the lapel of his riding jacket, tugging him closer, demanding more of him. Elliot could barely keep himself from dragging them both to the ground in the most inelegant dismount imaginable, because he wanted her beyond reason. He’d admired her, desired her, for years but not like this. Nothing like this wild need threatening to take him over.

     He drew back, gasping, staring as the desire in her eyes doubled and redoubled beneath the heat of his gaze until her pupils disappeared into the melting chocolate of her iris and he doubted his ability to remain atop his mount.

    “Elliot,” she whispered, sliding her palm over his jaw as though committing the planes of his face to memory.

    Elliot couldn’t speak. He was afraid of what he might say, or not say, or stumble the declaration he intended to make three years ago at a ball, where his best friend might have witnessed his wedding…his best friend. The late earl. What was he doing, kissing a countess?

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Happy Valentine's Day!

Love, Clyve XxX






Monday, February 26, 2024

For you entertainment this week

I recommend my latest release D.O.A. New Mexico 2, my Nakaka and the MYSTIC series. 

Don't forget to go see my website https://creestorm.weebly.com Check out our backlists and have a great week.



Dragon Resolution (D.O.A. New Mexico Book 2)

Amazon Universal - mybook.to/DOANM2

Smashwords - www.smashwords.com/books/view/1518830

B&N - bit.ly/42R9HWE

Kobo - bit.ly/3wn6X75

Itunes – apple.co/3wpDA42


On A Wing And A Prayer (Nakaka Book 1)

Amazon Universal - mybook.to/Nakaka1

Smashwords - www.smashwords.com/books/view/913314

B&N - bit.ly/2SbjCRR

Kobo - bit.ly/2E6pVCz

Itunes - shorturl.at/kvR12



Ryker's Aquamate (MYSTIC Book 1)

Amazon Universal - mybook.to/MYSTIC1

Smashwords - www.smashwords.com/books/view/1122774 

B&N - bit.ly/32E0GFT

Kobo - bit.ly/3zqBKxw

Itunes - apple.co/34z2VL5


Sunday, February 25, 2024

Just an FYI - Do you know about the crap Windows puts into your blog??? #author #blog #html

I wrote a post the other day and it was an average post – maybe a page long. But, it turns out it was 2610 html “lines” long. 2,580+ lines of that code was not written by me.

This is a sample of what it looks like.

(no idea why it is blurry - it's a screenshot from my blog post.)

Where does it come from? Copy and Paste something from a document and into blog. This particular blog post had 4 different insertions put in, therefore the “zombie” html code was added each time. When I cleaned it out of the post – 2610 lines dropped to 29. Yes – 29!

I know the stuff comes from my Windows documents as I can direct type into my blog, and it doesn’t occur. It only happens when I open one of my documents, copy something and paste it into blog.

But I am playing with the html – I might screw things up. Been doing this for years and never a problem.

I bet you’re asking – do I need to do this? I doubt you need to worry about it as I am guessing there are numerous Blogger blogs where the owner has no clue this is happening.

Is it difficult to find this? No, go to the html view of your post. A large section (or numerous ones) will be in a different solid brown colour. Find the beginning. Find the end. Highlight and delete.

Why do I do it? Long ago, I stopped trusting massive corporations. No idea what info they are slipping into my blog. Are they collecting data?? Most likely. So, a simple highlight and delete removes it.

How did I discover this? I am not a techie. Html is an unknown language. There was a hiccup with my blog. I was trying to fix it and found a post full of this gibberish code. I had copy and pasted numerous things into that blog post– like different paragraphs of a book. Then deleted some of what I had pasted, but it seems the code didn’t go away. Once in the blog, it stayed until I delete it. That’s when I decided, nope, I don’t know what this is and it isn’t going to be in my blog.

I saved that blog post then went in and edited out the added html. I kept checking that my post looked ok in compose view and shrunk the amount of code down to a reasonable amount.

Does this happen in other blogs? I have no idea. I cannot access the html in my WordPress blog, and I have no other type of blog to check. So, if you can access the html code in your blog, check it out and then whatever you decided to do about it – do it. Clean it out. Ignore it.

And since this isn’t my personal blog, if you are wondering did I check the html - yes - was the added html there - yes - did I deleted it – of course.

 

Thank you, Yoga. My mantra makes dealing with reviews easier. #yoga #author #reviews

So what prompted this.
I'm a writer.
Yeah - you know that, but it needed to be said.
I have published books.
Some have been harshly slammed.
Reviews are hard to take.
We love our books.
When someone doesn't like it - it hurts.
I pretty much live by the code of - if you can't say anything good- don't say anything.
I - also - know - not everyone will like my books.
I don't like every book out there.
But still - it hurts.
When you are a new author- what nobody tells you is that a good review makes you feel good for a day.
But ----
One line of criticism from a stranger reverberates in your skull forever.
So where does yoga come in???
When I read - stupidly on my part - I know better - read that 1st not so good review I got angry.
I wanted to jump up and down, screaming.
I wanted to write a super long, very vicious reply.
Instead I breathe and chanted.
And it worked.
So at your next not so good review -

Breath in Strength. Breathe out bullshit.
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Try it.
It works.

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What tips does Daryl Devore have about writing blurbs? #writers #DarylDevore

My best tip for writing blurbs?

Hire someone to write it. I'm only sort of kidding. 

Blurbs can be annoying, I truly do understand.

I try to keep my blurbs short. I've read some where I pretty much don't need to read the book because the blurb as so long. And in keeping it short, you tend to do write what a blurb is supposed to be - a tease. Like a movie trailer - you watch the 2 minute clip and decide on watching the movie or not.

A blurb is the same thing only with words. So - write the blurb. Put everything in it. THEN - edit it. Cut it down to 250 words or so. If you can't cut it then ask a writer friend. Just remember

- Keep it short.

- It should be like a tease.

 

Do you have any tips for writing blurbs?