September 28, 2011

My .99 cent werewolf eBook pick and a Jaclyn's Ghost Giveaway

Product DetailsSo after going through the werewolf eBook samples from last week , I decided on How to Date a Werewolf (Rylie Cruz Series) - by Rose Pressey .99 cents  Not your traditional scary werewolf novel, I know. But, actually none of them were. And even though it’s in 1st person (which I usually don’t like) it pulled me in because of its light, humorous tone. I’ve only read the sample so far and I’ve laughed out-loud a couple of times, so that’s good. And, if I’m reading it right (ha ha –see how it works both ways there), there’s a promising mystery afoot. (or apaw… sorry)




Product DetailsAlso, Lisa of http://www.bookisabookworm.blogspot.com/ is giving away a few eBooks for her birthday, one of which is my supernatural mystery, Jaclyn’s Ghost. The Giveaway ends on Friday - September 30.
Here’s the direct link: http://lisaisabookworm.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-birthday-celebration.html
While you’re there, make sure you check out her reviews and other giveaways!




Love and Laughter,

Dorlana :)

September 22, 2011

Four .99 cent werewolf eBooks

I have a confession: I have read only one werewolf novel, Soulless by Gail Carriger, and I guess it isn’t really a “werewolf” novel, but it has werewolves in it. :) It’s a really good book with all kinds of supernatural creatures, an interesting female MC, and steampunk. What’s really funny is the only zombie book I’ve ever read has the same name,  Soulless by Christopher Golden. I really like that book, too - even though it had its fair share of wet noises. eww.

But anyway, I stayed away from werewolf novels while I was writing Silverweed (btw - is a 99 cent werewolf novel, too. *grin* ) and before that, they weren’t as popular as they are now. But I’ve always liked the idea of werewolves and enjoyed movies about them, my favorite being, Wolf (1994) with Jack Nicholson  and Michelle Pfeiffer. Loved it! But I know, that’s not a book.

I decided to fix my lack of werewolf-words by downloading some samples of werewolf novels to my Kindle. Boy, they’re popular now! I actually found four interesting-looking eBooks all for .99 cents each. Yay! I will let you know later if I liked any of the samples enough to buy the book. Here they are:


How to Date a Werewolf (Rylie Cruz Series)
How to Date a Werewolf (Rylie Cruz Series) - by Rose Pressey .99 cents









Prince of Wolves (The Grey Wolves Series)Prince of Wolves (The Grey Wolves Series)  by Quinn Loftis .99 cents









Moon Spell (The Tale of Lunarmorte #1)Moon Spell (The Tale of Lunarmorte #1) by Samantha Young .99 cents










Destiny BindsDestiny Binds (Timber Wolves) by Tammy Blackwell  .99 cents



September 16, 2011

Excerpt from upcoming short story anthology: Supernatural Fairy Tales


I’ve been putting the final touches on my short story anthology, Supernatural Fairy Tales. (Release date: Oct 1, 2011) and realized one of the stories hasn't been posted to the blog. His Soul Inspiration was written for Enchanted Conversation for their The Little Mermaid issue. After that, it was featured on Amberkatze Book Blog. So I figured it was about time to give the story its Supernatural Fairy Tales Blog debut.

This was my last fairy tale inspired short story (to date). When I was researching for the story, I came across The Little Mermaid Statue and actually used its interesting history, just as much as the fairy tale (Andersen, Hans Christian: The Little Mermaid from Fairy Tales Told for Children -The third booklet: 1837 Denmark) for inspiration.

His Soul Inspiration

by Dorlana Vann



“Have you read this?” My husband, Philip, held the book of fairy tales I had bought from a used bookstore for my niece’s ninth birthday.

“Well, not that one, but I’ve read fairy tales before,” I said as I shut the door and stepped out of my heels.

He shook the hardback of nearly 500 pages. “Not like these.”

“Yeah, sure I have. ‘The Ugly duckling,’ ‘The Emperor’s New Suit,’ ‘The Little Mermaid’…”

“Right-right-right. These are them, but not like the ones I’m sure you’re thinking of. They’re not all fairy princesses and happy endings. They’re darker, full of hardship and pain and broken hearts.”

“All right,” I said. His excitement confused me because it didn’t match what I thought he was saying. “Do you think I should take it back and get Emily something else?”

“No. I mean, yes, you should get Emily something else. But no, don’t take this back.”

I scratched my head. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay—I’m terrific!” He set the book down on the couch, wrapped his arms around me, and twirled us around. As he put me down, an amused smirk transformed into a wide smile and huge eyes. “The Little Mermaid!” he exclaimed.

Philip had been having a rough year, trying to find his inspiration to paint. This sudden strangeness made me queasy, and I was a little surprised that he had cracked before I had. Not that I didn’t respect his work, goals, and dreams, it’s just that I had some of my own. And working two jobs to support a starving artist had never been my plan.

He had picked up the book again and was flipping through it when I decided to go run a bubble bath.

“Syrena, here it is. I want to read this to you right fast.”

“I’m really tired. I just want to go soak in the tub.”

“Please…. This is it. This is what I need to get me out of this slump. Please, just listen and see.”

I sighed as softly as I could manage and took my place beside him on the couch. He began to read: “The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Anderson… Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep…”



***



“Well, it’s definitely different than the Disney version,” I said after he had finished reading the tale. “I didn’t realize it was so sad.”

“Anything else?” He asked slowly.

I shook my head and shrugged.

“Her skin was as clear and delicate as a rose-leaf, and her eyes as blue as the deepest sea,” he quoted. “And she wrapped herself in her long, thick hair.”

“I’m sorry, Philip. I’m tired. I’m not getting what you’re getting at. Just tell me.”

“It’s you! You have to be my model.” His eyes sparkled, and he looked so happy, happier than I had seen him in a long time. I even felt a tinge of exhilaration myself. It had been awhile since he had asked me to model for him.

“Okay.” I smiled. “Mermaids are topless, right?”

He danced his eyebrows up and down. “You betcha.”

“It sounds like fun. Saturday morning, I’m all yours.”

“No, no, no. Now.” He stood up and held his hand out to me.

“Now?” I whined.

“I can’t take the chance of losing this, this feeling.”

After a few seconds of staring into his imploring but loving eyes, I agreed by taking his hand and letting him lead me to the studio/guest room/home office. A few of his paintings hung on the walls: abstracts from his college years, pencil drawings sketched when we were on vacation at the beach, and one of me when we first met. The evening really made me think of that time, when he was so vigorous and full of dreams. When his passion oozed from his fingertips, and he saw the world differently than anybody I had ever met before; he noticed colors before shapes and talked in hues and aura, like others talked current events.

It didn’t take him long to put me in position: on the floor leaning on my elbow, legs out beside me, and my hair down and draped over the front of me like a mermaid’s. I knew he was in his zone, no longer seeing me, but seeing through me and to my spirit.

“Beautiful.” He took his place behind the easel and white canvas.

Unable to see his face, only his arm as it gently followed the hand holding the paint brush, I knew not to talk, not to disturb him as he created the new, improved me. However, after what felt like hours, my mouth began to dry. I needed water. Surely he would understand that I needed a little break—I opened my mouth to tell him, but my tongue was completely limp, and I couldn’t even swallow. The silly words from the story came to mind: “Then she cut off the mermaid’s tongue, so that she became dumb, and would never again speak or sing.”

Trying to laugh at the thought, I felt a strange pinch in the middle of my stomach. An involuntary grunt finally came from my throat, and when I realized I could make this sound, I tried to get Philip’s attention, but he didn’t hear me—too focused in his work.

I squeezed my eyes open and shut, trying to clear the buzzing that had begun in my head. And then I saw it…. waves of color beamed from me to Philip’s swooping arm. At first I thought it was the result of the light bulbs and my blinking, but it didn’t go away. It was dark outside, so there was no sun playing with the window’s glass. These streams of gold and red and blue were coming from me.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain run up my arm, and it couldn’t hold me up any longer. I collapsed. “…and it seemed as if a two-edged sword went through her delicate body: she fell into a swoon, and lay like one dead…” I thought Philip would soon look at me and tell me to sit up—but minutes passed, and he never glanced away from the canvas. The pain moved down to my legs and so did the beams of colorful light. “…she felt as if treading upon the points of needles or sharp knives.”

As I grew weaker, my confusion faded. It became clear that if I didn’t get Philip’s attention, I would die, which promptly turned into: if I don’t stop Philip, I will die. “Haste, then; he or you must die before sunrise.”

I pushed my torso up with wobbly arms, every muscle burning. I couldn’t feel my legs at all. “She has given us a knife: here it is, see it is very sharp. Before the sun rises you must plunge it into the heart of the prince; when the warm blood falls upon your feet… return to us to live.” I remembered the scissors on my desk behind me. I loudly grunted as I reached and grabbed them, dropping immediately back down. I lay there, time passing until I was able to pull myself by plunging the scissors into the carpet and using them as a means to move across the floor.

With each breath, my lungs tightened as if the air itself was poison. I coughed and gagged, but still Philip did not stir. Finally, I lay beside him at his easel, taking a moment to gather some strength. The hand that held the scissors ached and so did my heart at the thought of what I had to do to survive. I used the rest of my might to pull myself up, leaning on my left hand, and brought the weapon behind my head with my right.

When I shifted my view, the painting came into focus. It was complete, save for the sun. Philip dipped his brush into the yellow and orange mixture, and I examined The Little Mermaid, letting the scissors fall behind me as I marveled at her beauty. She was alive. This painting was Philip’s dream, his life’s work… his masterpiece.

Easing the brush away from the bright sun, Philip whispered, “Finished,” as I fell into soft darkness…

“…and then mounted with the other children of the air to a rosy cloud that floated through the aether.”



The End

September 14, 2011

My Fairy Tale Inspired Ebook Pick

Out of the four fairy tale inspired eBook samples I downloaded from Amazon to my Kindle on Monday, I only bought one. (A Clockwork Fairytale by Helen Scott Taylor ) I’m not an “If I start reading a book, I finish it” type of reader. Now that I think about it, I’m guess I’m actually a pretty picky reader:


• Rarely do I like first person. (Especially in YA)

• I’m a sensitive reader. (I will not read it if it looks like a child might get hurt.)

• I usually don’t like straight forensic/crime investigations. (Not a CSI etc. fan at all)

• It has to have some kind of action, man. Please give me a plot other than getting the main characters “together.”

• I’m frugal. (Under 3 bucks for an eBook, please)

• And, like most people these days, I don’t have a lot of time to read. So the time I do have I want to spend on something that gobbles me up from the beginning – if the sample doesn’t grab me in those couple of chapters, I’m not going to buy it, even if it is cheap.




After reading the sample of A Clockwork Fairytale by Helen Scott Taylor , I couldn’t wait to read more. I bought the eBook for the good price of $2.99. I’m only a couple of chapters in, but so far I’m really enjoying it. Also, I love the title and the cover. Here’s the blurb from Amazon:

A Clockwork Fairytale (Clockwork Fairytales)
Plucky, seventeen-year-old Melba was raised like a boy to pick pockets and run messages in the poor outer circles of Royal Malverne Isle, but she longs to move up the criminal hierarchy and become a spy. When nineteen-year-old Turk, a spymaster and local folk hero, accepts her pledge to join his gang, she thinks the Great Earth Jinn has heard her prayer. With his exotic, dark southern looks and wealthy lifestyle in the inner circle, Turk fascinates her. Yet he is not what he seems--he is really a monk working undercover for the Shining Brotherhood. The Brotherhood has secret plans for Melba, plans that make her a target of the evil Royal Victualler's foul magic, plans that challenge Melba and Turk's beliefs about life and duty, plans that tear them apart, just as they discover what it means to fall in love.
Suitable for adults and teenagers.



So how does my list of “book must haves,” or not haves for that matter, compare to yours?

September 12, 2011

4 Fairy tale inspired kindle ebooks under 3 bucks


One of the things I love about my Kindle is being able to download free samples and then read them when I get a chance. Today I downloaded 4 fairy tale inspired samples. They are all very different but look really interesting and are all under $3 - yay!  Later in the week, I’ll let you know if I decided to buy any.

Fairy Tale Fail

Fairy Tale Fail  by Mina V. Esguerra

.99 cent Kindle



The Cinderella Curse

The Cinderella Curse by J.L. Penn

.99 cent Kindle




A Clockwork Fairytale (Clockwork Fairytales)
A Clockwork Fairytale (Clockwork Fairytales) by Helen Scott Taylor

$2.99 Kindle




Virtue - A Fairy Tale
Virtue - A Fairy Tale by Amanda Hocking

$2.99 Kindle

September 6, 2011

Free Supernatural eBook


Hi friends,

I just wanted to let you know that my Paranormal Egyptian Mystery, Passage to Mesentia, is free to download (or read online) all month long. No contest, no drawing, just go get your free copy at Goodreads
before October.

The inspirations behind Passage to Mesentia are my obsession with ancient Egypt, my love for good old-fashioned treasure hunt stories, and, of course, because I’m a huge paranormal fan. This supernatural mystery includes, adventure, a five-thousand-year-old curse, murder, and romance. Will Lilly and Wade be able to bury the past, or will a history of love, hate, and blood repeat itself?




Here is the first chapter:

Thursday April 14, 2005

“That was so freaking boring,” Wade Roberts said as he lowered the passenger side window. “Please, don’t ever make me sit through one of those again.” He fought with his tie until he won and then threw it in the backseat.

“Really?” Lilly said. “I found it fascinating. Would you mind? With the window... we still have dinner.”

Wade pressed the button, and the window made its way back up. “That’s because they’re your parents: the greatest archaeology team in the whole universe.” Even though he knew Lilly would freeze in her little sundress, he turned on the air conditioner. She had been the one who had insisted he wear the hot, miserable suit in the first place. He knew the reason he’d been the only one Sunday-schooled up at the lecture was because she wanted to impress her parents. That’s what had annoyed him the most about the entire evening.

“That’s not it,” she said. “I mean, I am proud of them. My goodness, they discovered the tomb of an Egyptian queen who no one even knew existed.”

“It doesn’t even make sense. This cat Unas...”

“The last pharaoh of the fifth dynasty.”

“Yeah, yeah. Why wouldn’t he want anyone to know he had this third wife? It’s not like they had to worry about bigamy. Everyone already knew he had two wives. What’s one more?”

“Oh, so you were paying attention.”

He exhaled, causing his lips to putter, and shrugged his shoulders.

Lilly tucked her long, dark hair behind her ear and her face lit up as she said, “But that’s what makes it so incredible. Don’t you think it’s weird how they found Queen Mesentia’s mummy buried off on its own and not with the other wives? No pyramid or any other indication that there was a tomb, just an underground tunnel.”

“Uh huh. Hey Baby, stop over there at that fillin’ station so I can grab me a pack of cigs.”

“Wade, we’ll be late.”

“Well, call and tell them we’ll be a little late. Unless you want me to pace and be nervous all night.”

She huffed but pulled off the highway and then into a Texaco station.

Wade got out of the car and took his time walking inside. No way was he going to hurry. He could see Lilly through the window with the phone up to her ear. Probably saying, “Mommy, I’m so sorry Wade’s such an ass.” Actually, he mused, she would never use the word ass, it would be more like, “He’s such a meanie-wienie,” or some other silly word she had picked up from her 3rd graders.



Wade climbed back into the car a couple of minutes later, hitting his cigarettes upside down on the palm of his hand, packing the tobacco.

“I tried them three times,” Lilly said as she drove onto the access road. “I don’t understand why no one answered. Even if they’re upstairs, Constance should answer in the kitchen. ”

When Wade noticed she had turned the air off, he started rolling the window back down.

“You’re not going to smoke that now are you?”

“Uh... yes,” he said with the unlit cigarette already in his lips and his thumb on the lighter.

“Come on… I don’t want to stink.”

“What the hell did you think I was going to do with the things? Eat ‘em?”

The tires squealed as she turned into the next driveway and made an abrupt stop.

“Get out,” she said.

“What?” His mouth dropped open, and the cigarette fell to the floorboard.

“I’ll wait while you take a couple of puffs. All right? And please, take off your jacket.”

Wade gladly rid himself of the jacket. With the door ajar, he lit the cigarette, inhaling a long satisfying drag.

“Why aren’t they answering the phone?” Lilly asked, holding the phone up to her ear.

“We saw them like five seconds ago,” he said, wishing he had a cold beer to go with the nicotine.

“You know how they hate it when I’m late, and we’re already thirty minutes behind.”

“Will you stop? It won’t hurt them to wait a couple of minutes.” He squished the fire of the cigarette out with his fingers and put it back inside the pack. He sighed as he sat back down in the passenger seat, hoping she would catch his annoyance so he wouldn’t have to tell her what he really thought of the situation. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Perfection. He didn’t understand why Lilly wasted so much energy on people who would rather be half way across the world digging up bones than near their only daughter. He did hate that they were home, but it would be hard on Lilly to see them go back to Cairo in a month to count, or catalog, or whatever people did with mummies, when she hadn’t seen them in over a year.

As Lilly sat there, all tight mouthed and mad at him, he remembered what he used to call her when they’d first met: Princess Lilly. How someone as classy as Lillian Steward had fallen for a blue-collar cowboy like him, he would never know. Her parents still didn’t approve of him and probably hoped Lilly would grow out of her rebellious behavior and get back together with Mr. Sophisticated. They especially didn’t like them living together without a piece of paper but didn’t want them to get married either. He couldn’t wait for their reactions when she finally did say yes. He had proposed to Lilly twice, and even though she had shot him down both times, he knew one day she would be his wife.

As Lilly turned the wheel and pulled into the circular drive that led up to the four-columned two-story, she said, “Answer my father when he talks to you, don’t be bored, and please don’t fall asleep after we eat.”

“Yes, Miss Steward. I will raise my hand if I have to go to the bathroom.”

“I wonder why the lights are out.” She turned the ignition off letting the night sounds in.

“Maybe they got tired of waiting and went on to bed.”

“They wouldn’t do that,” Lilly said as she stepped out of the car.

“Sure they wouldn’t,” he responded, right after she had shut the door.

Wade gathered all the mental strength he could find to face Lilly’s parents before forcing himself out of the car.

Lilly stood on the front porch and slowly turned towards Wade as he walked up stairs. “Something’s... off,” she said.

Wade absorbed the same weird vibe. Other than the streetlights filtering in through the huge oak trees, darkness surrounded the house. After a moment of neither one of them moving, he said, “Maybe we were supposed to meet them at a restaurant.”

“No, Mom said here.” She put her hand on the door knob. The door hadn’t been shut all the way; it silently glided open. After a pause, she looked at Wade with an expression of worry hardening her delicate face.

“Stay here,” he said.

Lilly shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

He tried giving her a firm looking at, but still she shook her head.

“Fine,” he said through his teeth. He walked through the dark entrance with Lilly right behind him, holding onto his shirt. He waited a second for his eyes to focus, and then jumped when the light overhead snapped on. He turned to Lilly, and she shrugged her shoulders, her hand on the switch.

When Wade got a whiff of dinner, the silence and the darkness of the house didn’t add up. And then Lilly glanced past him. Her brown eyes narrowed but then quickly widened. Wade followed her stare to the destroyed living room area.

“Mom... Dad?” Lilly ran past him, stopping for a second to examine the living room.

“Wait! Lilly, don’t!” Wade yelled.

But Lilly didn’t stop. She ran up the stairs calling her parents’ names, each time her voice a little more panicked. Wade chased after her, but as soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard Lilly scream.

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