Hello! Are you an Albertan with a story you want to publish? Here are a couple of helpful links from the Writer's Guild of Alberta, the Association of Canadian Publishers, and Angela Ackerman from Calgary. She has teamed up with Becca Puglisi to create Writers Helping Writers. They have a series of very useful craft books as well as tips on marketing. I hope these can help you on your journey to becoming a published author!
https://writersguild.ca/resources/getting-published/
https://publishers.ca/get-published/
https://writershelpingwriters.net/writing-tools/
May 2, 2018
New Release - Darkness of Light
Like Twilight, but shifters!
Find digital copies on Books2Read for all platforms.
We also have a special edition available for release week only! Don't miss your chance to grab this paranormal suspense by USA Today Bestselling Authors Gina Kincade & Kimberly Gould.
If you missed the special edition, you can still get a print copy here, and we have large print as well.
Here's a teaser from Darkness of Light! (Reverie got a note from Dark Eyes referring to Goldilocks - that's what the porridge thing is about.)
“Reverie. I meant to call earlier. Everything going well?”
“Yes, Grandma. Quiet but good.” She had her back to the door and walked toward the register. The bells jangled behind her.
“Is that someone coming in? I’ll let you go and call back latter.”
“Bye, Grandma.” Rev disconnected the call while she turned. Dark Eyes stood in the doorway holding two cups of coffee. Her lips twitched into a smile at his kindness. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“No.” He walked to the counter and held one out to her. “You looked like you needed it.”
She laughed. “That bad?”
He shook his head. “Never bad. Just bleary-eyed.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
Silence fell between them and he placed both cups beside the register. His gaze ran over her face and she flushed at his scrutiny. “So, what kind of porridge are you?” she asked, trying to make him feel as on the spot as she did.
“Just right, I hope.”
Unable to bear the curiosity any longer, she blurted out, “What’s your name?”
His grin was so different from Lucius’ broad one. It curved up more on one side than the other and only a few teeth peeked through the gap in his lips. His eyes sparkled, though, giving the impression of amusement.
“Uh, I mean, I’m Reverie Weiss. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She held out her hand.
Dark Eyes looked at it a moment, then he put both hands on her wrist and stepped closer, pulling her palm to his chest. “I’m Kerwin, and I’m done lurking.”
December 10, 2017
#WeWriWa Never Say Die: A Zombie Time Loop Story #zombie #paranormal #apocalyptic #groundhogday
Another weekend, another 8-10 sentences. Thank you for joining me and the other Weekend Writing Warriors! I have another snippet from Never Say Die. Cassy is preparing herself to put an stop to the infection that will destroy the world she knows.
Behind the store, I open the packaging for the scissors and begin sawing through my hair. If this works, I’ll be able to get it straightened. If not, I won’t care what my hair looks like anyway. I do look wistfully at the locks on the pavement. Already my head feels lighter and clearer. Feeling better prepared, I return to the Evans’ house.
There’s no signage for a burglar alarm, but I’m betting they have one. I could probably disarm it, but it’s safer to evade it. I wait in the backyard, peering into the kitchen. Mrs. Evans is moving around and when her back is turned, I slip in the back door and hide behind the coat rack.
You can purchase Never Say Die on most platforms or in paperback: Amazon, Nook, Kobo, iBooks, paper.
Behind the store, I open the packaging for the scissors and begin sawing through my hair. If this works, I’ll be able to get it straightened. If not, I won’t care what my hair looks like anyway. I do look wistfully at the locks on the pavement. Already my head feels lighter and clearer. Feeling better prepared, I return to the Evans’ house.
There’s no signage for a burglar alarm, but I’m betting they have one. I could probably disarm it, but it’s safer to evade it. I wait in the backyard, peering into the kitchen. Mrs. Evans is moving around and when her back is turned, I slip in the back door and hide behind the coat rack.
November 26, 2017
#WeWriWa Never Say Die: A Zombie Time Loop Story #zombie #paranormal #apocalyptic #groundhogday
How is your weekend? I'm spending mine with the Weekend Writing Warriors, contributing 8-10 sentences from one of my publications (others include works in progress). I'm continuing Never Say Die. Cassy is planning to eliminate the doctor that created the virus that destroyed her world. He finds him, and his son.
Why didn’t I consider he might have a family? Why did I assume he was alone? I’m so wrapped up in consideration for those bystanders that I almost miss him pulling into his driveway. He isn’t wearing the lab coat that he has on in every picture I’ve seen, but I recognize his slicked back brown hair and plastic rimmed glasses.
“Peter Evans,” I murmur, before restarting the engine and pulling away.
I find a nearby convenience store and pick up a pair of scissors. This hair will only get tangled as I try to sneak into the house. It would be nice to have some other clothes, but most of the actual shops have already closed for the night. Instead, I dig around the back of the van in Dad’s bag and find one of his shirts — dark green. It’ll do, better than my white skin.
You can purchase Never Say Die on most platforms or in paperback: Amazon, Nook, Kobo, iBooks, paper.
Why didn’t I consider he might have a family? Why did I assume he was alone? I’m so wrapped up in consideration for those bystanders that I almost miss him pulling into his driveway. He isn’t wearing the lab coat that he has on in every picture I’ve seen, but I recognize his slicked back brown hair and plastic rimmed glasses.
“Peter Evans,” I murmur, before restarting the engine and pulling away.
I find a nearby convenience store and pick up a pair of scissors. This hair will only get tangled as I try to sneak into the house. It would be nice to have some other clothes, but most of the actual shops have already closed for the night. Instead, I dig around the back of the van in Dad’s bag and find one of his shirts — dark green. It’ll do, better than my white skin.
You can purchase Never Say Die on most platforms or in paperback: Amazon, Nook, Kobo, iBooks, paper.
November 19, 2017
#WeWriWa Never Say Die: A Zombie Time Loop Story #zombie #paranormal #apocalyptic #groundhogday
Enjoying your weekend? How about an 8-10 sentence snippet? I have one as do all the Weekend Writing Warriors. Cassy is on her way to remove the doctor that created the infection turning most people into zombies.
The sun is just setting when I hit Albuquerque’s limits. I get lost twice trying to find the doctor’s house. A little boy, probably four, is playing on the front lawn. He still has rings of baby fat on his arms and legs and his cheeks are full. His blonde hair is sparse, like it’s still growing in, and sticks up at odd angles. His mother comes to stand on the front step and call him into the house.
Four. Few younger than six will survive. This boy will probably be eaten by the mother that feeds him.
November 12, 2017
#WeWriWa Never Say Die: A Zombie Time Loop Story #zombie #paranormal #apocalyptic #groundhogday
Weekend Writing Warriors is a fantastic group of writers who share 8-10 sentences every Sunday. Cassy just reminded us how Dr. Evan's became to be a curse word by starting the plague that decimated the human race. She relates a little more of the end times she lived through on her way to deal with the source of the problem.
None of that tells me where he lives or what hours he works. I pull my Mom’s phone out of the glove box and start searching online. God, how nice is it to have internet? Now that I know where he lives, I can just wait for him to come home.
Flying through my hometown gives me a twinge of home sickness and regret. It will burn down in a few weeks. Adults living alone will leave things turned on when the virus claims them and the firemen that would normally help will be busy eating one another. If they head to fires, it’ll be with a taste for cooked meat. Oddly enough, it will be a blessing. Those of us who still have brains will be able to group while the meat sacks flee or burn.
None of that tells me where he lives or what hours he works. I pull my Mom’s phone out of the glove box and start searching online. God, how nice is it to have internet? Now that I know where he lives, I can just wait for him to come home.
Flying through my hometown gives me a twinge of home sickness and regret. It will burn down in a few weeks. Adults living alone will leave things turned on when the virus claims them and the firemen that would normally help will be busy eating one another. If they head to fires, it’ll be with a taste for cooked meat. Oddly enough, it will be a blessing. Those of us who still have brains will be able to group while the meat sacks flee or burn.
November 5, 2017
#WeWriWa Never Say Die: A Zombie Time Loop Story #zombie #paranormal #apocalyptic #groundhogday
Here's a few more curses based on Dr. Evans. Cassy is on her way to "take care" of him. Like the other participants, I have 8 (to 10) sentences from this recently published work. You can find and enjoy all the Weekend Writing Warriors on their website.
We began using his name as a curse word.
“For Evans sake!”
“Pulling an Evans, are you?”
“Peter C. Evans!”
Peter C. Evans, Dr. Evans. I know little more than his name and his place at the beginning of the end of existence.
He worked for Manson, in their lab in Albuquerque, as a bioengineer. Designing fighter viruses and bacteria, his breakthrough came breeding a bug to kill the bad bugs. Sounded good in theory, but instead of attacking enemy cells, it attacks the brain, leaving an animal that knows only one thing: hunger.
“For Evans sake!”
“Pulling an Evans, are you?”
“Peter C. Evans!”
Peter C. Evans, Dr. Evans. I know little more than his name and his place at the beginning of the end of existence.
He worked for Manson, in their lab in Albuquerque, as a bioengineer. Designing fighter viruses and bacteria, his breakthrough came breeding a bug to kill the bad bugs. Sounded good in theory, but instead of attacking enemy cells, it attacks the brain, leaving an animal that knows only one thing: hunger.
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