Start the new year right - with great books and more!
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Dear Friends -

Well, I managed to survive the holiday season -- despite too much food and too little sleep and next to no writing getting done!  After that wonderful break, I'm now looking forward to an extremely productive new year, with lots of new books to share with you.

So, without delay, here's a cocktail to launch 2017!
Ingredient One: Law and Murder

The most frequent question I receive about my books is, "When will you write a sequel to Fright Court?" And now, I can finally (finally!) say, "On January 31 of this year."

That sequel is called Law and Murder. Here's the cover and the "back of the book" blurb:

Sarah Anderson loves her job at the supernatural night court of Washington DC—even though that means regularly consorting with vampires. She especially looks forward to the trial of the century, where her testimony might be enough to put the most bloodthirsty villain ever to stalk the Eastern Empire behind bars forever.

Sure, she has a couple of problems, like any hard-working young urban professional. She can’t decide whether she wants to kiss her enigmatic vampire boss or to kill him. Her supernatural mentor insists the powers she longs to wield might actually kill her, if they don’t drive her mad first.

But someone is stalking Washington DC’s vampire elite. And when an ancient evil invades the actual courthouse, Sarah can’t hold back any longer. She must learn to embrace the magic within her…or die trying.

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You can read the first chapter for free here. And you can pre-order your copy from these vendors so the book magically appears on your e-reader on January 31!


Ingredient Two:  Why I Don't Make New Year's Resolutions

I'm not big on New Year's resolutions -- I tend to make fresh starts on my birthday instead. Maybe this meme explains why I avoid the New Year's scrum!

If you're finding the strength to hold onto your own resolutions, congratulations!  And if you've already let things slip, then buck up and start again tomorrow...
Ingredient Three:  One HUGE Quiz with Tons of Amazing Prizes

I’ve teamed up with 300 other authors (yes, 300!) to offer you a chance to win some fantastic prizes!

Yes, that's right.  Answer a few questions about what you like to read, and you have a chance at winning a $500 gift card, one of 4 $100 gift cards, a Kindle Fire, a Nook Color, an iPad Mini, or a Kobo Aura. 

PLUS – you’ll get books recommended just for you based on your quiz answers.  (I've taken the quiz myself, and I've added some amazing titles to my own To Be Read list!) So, get ready to answer some fun questions -- and good luck at winning one of those prizes!  

Ready to check it out? Head to

Ingredient Four: A Quick, Easy Recipe -- Five-Bean Chili

In my last newsletter, I shared one of my favorite super-easy recipes, and I received dozens of "thank you" emails from readers. So here's a savory companion to last month's sweet! 

In a large stockpot, brown one pound lean ground beef (or ground turkey or soy crumbles or nothing) with one chopped onion.  Add five cans of drained, rinsed beans (whatever type you like; I usually use one can each of black beans, pinto beans, dark kidney beans, light kidney beans, and Great Northern beans).  Add two large (32-ounce) cans of tomato sauce, 1 heaping tablespoon of chili powder, 1 heaping teaspoon of garlic powder, and 1 heaping teaspoon of red pepper flakes. Simmer for an hour or two. Enjoy!
Ingredient Five: Sneak peek at Rebel Rising

I began my writing career with The Glasswright Series, traditional fantasy novels set in an imaginary world.  This winter, I'll be publishing my first fantasy novels in years -- two of them.

The first is called Rebel Rising.  I don't have a cover to share with you yet, but here are the opening paragraphs:

The Travelers arrived in Silver Hollow a week before my twelfth nameday.

We heard about them long before their wagons rolled onto our village green. Rumors swept over the plains, moving faster than the summer breeze that flattened the grey-green grass. My oldest sister first told me that the Travelers were drawing near. She had heard about them from her husband, who had spoken to the miller in the next village, who had listened to the bargemen who plied the river all the way to the Primate’s home in the far-off city of Lutecia, capital of all Duodecia.

I dreamed about the Travelers every night. I had memorized all their magical tales about the days when the gods still walked the earth. But once the Travelers’ wagons filled the green, Mother forbade me to see them.

“Keara,” she said, in the voice she used when every bone in her body was weary to the point of breaking. “You are too young to understand their stories.”

“I’m not too young! I already know their stories. Besides, I’m almost a woman—I’ll be twelve next week!”

“Just because you can memorize words does not mean that you understand the thought behind them. And moving into the Women’s Hall does not automatically teach you all the lessons the world has to offer, either. You can see the Travelers the next time they come to Silver Hollow.”

“But they haven’t been here in eight years! I’ll be ancient before they come back. I’ll be old and boring and married!”

“Then you can stand beside your husband, and you’ll both enjoy the Travelers together. If any man ever weds a girl as stubborn as you, Keara.”

I knew the real reason that Mother wanted me to stay inside our one-room cottage. She feared the Primate’s titheman. He was due in the village any day, and the tattooed band around my wrist had faded to almost nothing. The careful violet knot, now almost two years old, was nearly invisible beneath dirt and my sun-darkened summer skin.

Mother had missed paying my head tax the year before. She had been short on coins, and I had been forced to hide in our cottage for the entire three days that the titheman had stayed on the green. None of the villagers had given me up, though, thank all the gods.

Of course, there was no way to avoid paying the head tax this year. I would never be allowed in Bestius’s godhouse on my nameday if I didn’t have a fresh tattoo. But every day of savings counted, when copper coins weighed in the balance. Every day counted, when the ewes had thrown only singletons in the spring, not a twin to be found anywhere on the plains. Every day counted, when a widow was raising a headstrong daughter, alone and unaided.

Tithe tattoo or no, I sneaked out of the cottage and watched the first night of the Travelers’ plays.

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By my next newsletter, I should have more information to share about Rebel Rising and its sequel!
I hope your 2017 is off to a great start. As always, I'd love to hear from you -- on Facebook or Twitter or on my website in response to a blog post.  If you can't think of anything else to talk about, tell me what you want to read in the coming year.

As always, feel free to share this newsletter with anyone who might be interested.  Keep in touch!

Best wishes --

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