I'm feeling a lit wiped out. Having written two novellas and done a ton of online promoting I feel a little bit burned out. I wish I could explain while Fandom Fest is a good thing it is a taxing thing too. I've put more money into than I'm likely to get out of it. But here's the truth of the matter. It gets my name out there.
I'm fortunate in that I have a great publisher behind the book I'm pushing for Fandom Fest. Between my editors Tanja Cilia and Greta Gunselman and Lea Schizas and my cover artist Delilah Stephans I have a great book on pre-order available to the public at Fandom Fest.
It's 20% off the cover price and you get a free copy of Another Way to Die with your purchase. Yes these are e-books BUT my publisher has come up with a solution to this dilemma. VOUCHERS. Can't come to Fandom Fest? Get your copies now. Just click on this link http://museituppublishing.com/bookstore2/index.php?page=shop.product_details&flypage=flypage.tpl&product_id=495&category_id=69&option=com_virtuemart&Itemid=1 and for $4.40 two books will be yours!
I can feel the toastiness that comes with the hard press of promoting and writing at the same time. Today I'm going to treat myself to the Outback and do some last minute shopping for Fandom Fest. I spent some time updating my Amazon Central Page too if you'd like to see it. https://www.amazon.com/author/amymccorkle. There are several events planned. While GLADIATOR is available for pre-order now Set Fire to the Rain and BOUNTY HUNTER are coming soon too. More on them later.
Until then here is a taste of GLADIATOR to whet your appetite.
Ten years ago Tristan Shane had failed
to pick sides and he paid with the ultimate price—his family. Enslaved
as a post-apocalyptic gladiator, he is now faced with a similar
dilemma, serve the despot Queen and murder her innocent sister, or face
certain death himself. What will he choose?
Tristan Shane was a moderate before
the nuclear and economic crisis which plunged the world into darkness.
While his sister Aidia ran off to fight the rebel’s war he desperately
tried to hang onto normalcy and lost his wife and children in the
process. Spending the next ten years as the Crown’s favored and the
mob’s favorite Gladiator, he never expects to meet the Queen’s sister,
Alexandra, a Healer.
She claims to be the much whispered
about Savior sent to heal the wounded Earth and oceans, the one who
would bring about her cruel sister’s dethroning. But is she? Or is she
just a fraud? But he quickly learns her erotic touch has the power to
heal his heart and his to save her life. But as the passion heightens
and the danger increases will they have forever or will he have to give
up everything to save the planet?
“What is it you want, Veronica?”
She leaned in close and whispered seductively, “Why, you know I only want you, Tristan.”
He snatched her up by her throat,
pinned her against the wall and kissed her passionately, brutally, and
without clemency. When he pulled away she was smiling with a darkness
that made him angry. She was a power-hungry mongrel who played on her
husband’s weaknesses and jealousies. Tristan hated her. And he hated
himself for f***ing her. But this was his life. He let go of her and
“Is my poor Gladiator jealous? There’s really no need for that, is there? You know you’re my favorite.”
“What is it you really want, Veronica?”
She came up behind him and seductively
began to ease off his armor. He was covered in sweat and blood and he
felt her shiver against his body. And as always there was a twinge of
nausea that would precede the raw animal aggression.
She turned him around. He looked at
her. There was no doubt about it; she was beautiful. But she was
poisonous—a rattlesnake with crystal green eyes and flaming red hair.
Her father had promised peace and a return to normalcy and democracy in
the wake of economic and nuclear disaster, and instead this was what had
become of the world. And she was no doubt always enjoining her father
to maintain her life in this fashion. He loathed her. He detested her.
And every time he had sex with her his intense hatred for himself
deepened a little bit more.
“My dear, sweet Gladiator, as much as
I’d like to celebrate your victory with you tonight, my husband wishes
me to share his bed. But fear not—I do have a consolation prize for
His skin began to crawl. Veronica had a
twisted way of looking at what constituted a consolation prize; it was
usually just a groupie who wanted to watch what the queen did with the
equivalent of rock stars of the former United States of America. And he
usually did the dog and pony show. But sometimes Veronica required
something to prove his loyalty to her. That would be more complicated.
“What is it this time?”
She smiled. His response had given her the mistaken impression that he cared.
“The rebels have been restless. And it
seems there is a young woman we have in our prison whom they want
terribly. Well, frankly, they are in two minds as to what to believe. It
is rumored she is the mythical Healer. The one meant to find her soul
mate, so together they will lead our Nation out of the so-called
darkness into which it has plunged itself.”
“And what do you want me to do?”
“Oh Tristan, why are you being so
defensive? I just want you to find out whether she really is the Healer,
and report to me if she is.”
“And then, what?”
“And then you let me handle it,”
Veronica said, sliding back into the evil skin that was her natural
state. “The rebels have no idea what it takes to run a country.”
The image of his wife being raped and
murdered flooded him and it was all he could do not to throttle the
queen right then and there.
“So can I count on you to do this for me or do I need to find someone else who can?”
He was no one’s hero. But she had said
young woman. And he couldn’t just allow his wife’s fate to be visited
upon some other unsuspecting girl. “I’ll do what I can.”
Veronica ran her index finger down his
cheek and whispered, “Good boy, Tristan,” she purred. “Guard! She’ll be
delivered before the night is over. I don’t know when I’ll be able to
return to you, but I expect that you’ll have had enough time to gain her
trust by then.”
Tristan’s stomach churned. The
Healer? In the beginning there had been whispers of it. But he had never
believed in such a thing. It had been years since the crown had feared
anything. And now this. He said nothing as the queen was escorted away.
He was left to think about the young woman he might be forced to turn
over in the end.