Wednesday, December 18, 2013
I know it's been far too long since I've posted here! So, here's a little drop in just to update readers on recent happenings and to assure you guys that this blog hasn't totally fallen to the wayside.
For the past two months, I was tirelessly working to meet the promised publication deadline for Banewolf and to deliver a professional product that would satisfy readers of the Dark Siren series. I made it...by the skin of my teeth.
Banewolf continues Rhane and Kali's journey to redemption and discovery. New secrets are revealed. New enemies are made. New allies are forged...and a few old secrets emerge to threaten everything Rhane believes in. I'm excited to report that Banewolf is now available on Amazon!
I'll get Banewolf up on other retailers as quickly as reader demand calls for it. In the mean time, my current work in progress, Book 3, aka Blood Chained, is dominating my nights and early mornings. I'm about a third of the way finished writing it, occasionally getting distracted with researching cover art. Blood Chained is an emotional one. It will probably be the most emotional book of the series. Rhane and Kali are facing greater challenges, bigger losses, and must rely on their love for each other even more if they are to survive.
I have another blog post that'll be up soon...I'm thinking werewolves. Their origins and blood lust would make an interesting topic, as well as a nice tie in to various characters we all know and love. I'm sure I'll be able to find some great pics/art to post within the article. I just have to carve out enough time to write it!
Recently finished reads: Traditionally published, The Alchemyst by Michael Scott and an indie title by Davonna Juroe, Scarlette. Both are worth a look.
Until next time!
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
The world I’m growing up in is very different from yours. This world has broken my family apart. No longer can we live as packs. We must blend in with humans to avoid being hunted. Even then, sometimes the mercs will find us…like tonight.
While the existence of what humans have named werewolves was discovered a long time ago, it was only in the last decade or so that some human egghead realized the blood of a werewolf could be a cure-all for the human race. Cancer, AIDS, heart disease, bird flu, swine flu…hell, even STDs. Get a transfusion of our blood or receive a transplant of our harvested organs and you’ll never have to worry about being sick for the rest of your life. Nope, not even a cold.
Unfortunately, it took some bad reactions for the eggheads to appreciate that the blood and tissues of a werewolf tend to be very incompatible with human bodies. A lot of people died before some well-meaning mixed breed like myself volunteered to help the humans. His actions damned us all.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Things (editing, cover art, and more editing) came together even better than I could have hoped! Expect Banewolf , the sequel to Dark Siren, this fall!
Banewolf (Dark Siren #2)
Publication Date: November 21, 2013
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Design by Nathalia Suellen
New enemies are made.
New allies must be forged.
New enemies are made.
New allies must be forged.
Kali is beginning to regain her memories. In doing so, she discovers old secrets and betrayals that threaten to unravel her present and shake the foundation for Rhane’s belief in her innocence. While her maturing abilities present unique challenges, a bigger problem arises when Kali learns her ex-boyfriend has made a misguided deal with the enemy in order to win her back—a decision that may ultimately cost him his humanity.
Keeping Kali safe has become a full time job for Rhane. And struggling to gain control of the immortal Banewolf isn’t making that task any easier. The power to eliminate the growing threat against Kali lies at Rhane’s fingertips, but using it means risking his friends to the insatiable blood lust of a monster. So Rhane is forced to forge a shaky alliance with creatures he has sworn to destroy. Despite these new allies, the danger pressing on their borders intensifies, culminating in a heartbreaking and shocking finale.
The strength of the bond between young and ancient lovers will be tested…and if Kali and Rhane are to survive, they must find a way to be unbreakable.
Dark Siren (see how it all begins)
Thinner than Blood (available now for Kindle, Kobo, Nook, and Apple devices. oh. And it's free!)
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Monday, August 5, 2013
About a month ago, I discovered this lovely website called Indie Author Land. The home page held dozens of books, some with eye-grabbing and professional looking covers. Quite a few demanded my attention, so I began exploring. And discovered these weren't just book listings. They were interviews with the actual authors, a chance for each of them to discuss so much more than the pitch!
So of course my next thought was, how can I do this?
Not only did I learn I could be interviewed, but that it was completely free!
My interview is here.
Indie Author Land is a great resource for self-published authors. Not only is it free publicity, but David Njoku, the interviewer, has constructed a set of questions that allows professional gushing about all the points you most want to discus on your novel. It's more than just the pitch. It's what's motivates you, the characters, even why you named the book what you did.
Did I mention that it's free?
Check it out.
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
I roamed the aisles of adult fiction at the library and then at Barnes and Noble, randomly selecting titles of classical and modern writers whose success has made them household names. I did give attention to publication dates in order to have a decent representation of novels throughout the decades.
With the emergence of genre fiction, maybe writing has become more commercialized. Or perhaps the shift is due to the fact that writers are forced to pull in agents and editors (as well as potential readers) with a first sentence that cuts directly to the point. No more time for elaborate sentences and elegant words that can paint all sorts of meaning.
Look at the dates. Read the first lines. Compare how your first line measures up. See if you notice the shift.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
In this post, the creatures will progress from cute to creepy to just plain freaky. So if you’re squeamish, don’t scroll to the last images!
When writing the novel, Dark Siren, (follow the link for a free preview below) I dreamed up the main character’s supernatural characteristics as I went along, incorporating her unique abilities into the story. After I’d finished the novel, laziness prevented me from making up some weird name for this new creature I’d invented. SO, I did oodles of research, comparing her to other supernatural entities to see what she most resembled. In the end, I settled on the siren. But really, the main character, Kalista, possesses traits resembling sirens, succubi, mermaids, and the phoenix.
A previous post, Mermaids, Mythology, and the Mysterious Siren, discussed the folklore of mermaids and sirens. This article will discuss a few other cryptids: water spirits, succubi, and the tremendously disturbing manananggal.
Monday, July 15, 2013
In the small town of Ridge Creek, South Carolina, a typical fall day often boasted temperatures reaching the upper sixties. With cloudless skies, endless sunshine brought those numbers even higher. Today was different. A cold front had blown in from the north. There were a few townspeople that resented it, but most welcomed the change. At least for high school girls, it made for a rare opportunity to show off their stylish overcoats and knee-high boots.
Seventeen-year-old Kalista was less concerned about fashion and more worried about not killing the boy who currently had his tongue stuck in her ear. The trendy jacket she had worn to school that morning lay in the grass, tossed aside only moments before. But Kali was oblivious to the chill. If anything, the icy air made a nice contrast to Trevor Walker’s warm embrace. Each time his fingertips grazed her bare skin, she shivered. If Trevor got his way, a lot more of her clothing would join the jacket in the dirt.
Monday, July 8, 2013
In honor of the release of my new novel, Dark Siren, I’m featuring a post about some really dangerous ladies. I wish I could say dangerous and sexy, but only 2 out of 4 on the list qualify as the latter.
The Real Femme Fatale
This femme fatale was born in 1858. Her first husband died of convulsions in 1900. The second died two years later when a coffee grinder fell on his head.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
At long last, my new novel, Dark Siren, has its cover!
Dark Siren by Eden Ashley
Publication Date: July 9, 2013
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Design by Victoria Faye of Whit&Ware Design
To survive, their bond must be unbreakable.
When the mysterious and passionate Rhane rescues Kali from an attacker in the theater parking lot, they form an immediate, smoldering connection. But Kali doesn't remember Rhane or anything from their past. As far as Kali knows, she's just a seventeen-year-old kid coping with an insatiable hunger for the “spark” or energy of others, feeding on classmates to survive.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
On average, women speak upwards of 20,000 words per day. Men say somewhere in the neighborhood of 7,000.
For Terminator 2: Judgment Day, Arnold Schwarzenegger was paid $15 million. He spoke about 700 words in the film. That’s $21,428.57 per word.
- Hasta la vista, baby=$85,714
- Stay here; I’ll be back=$107,142
- Not bad.
Famous Stutters: James Earl Jones, Winston Churchill, Samuel L. Jackson (It’s actually why he say’s the f-bomb so much. Swearing helps stop the stutter!), Moses, and Porky the Pig.
This one started at the theater.
We went to see Man of Steel this past weekend. And it was awesome! But thirty minutes into the movie, a guy leaves the auditorium in favor of concessions or the bathroom or whatever. The point is--he blocked my view of the screen for about fifteen seconds as he made his way slowly down the steps. Five minutes later, Henry Cavill is freaking shirtless and on fire. This is the moment the guy chooses to return. Again he blocks the screen and six feet of hotness. Only this time, he sits down and gets back up, moves to another seat, then gets up again and just starts roaming in the aisle. I’m sitting there thinking, freaking seriously? (Actually, I had much stronger language for him.)
So I sat forward, cupped both hands around my face, and whisper-yelled, “Can’t See!” He immediately ducked his head, whispering an apology as he finally chose the right seat and stayed in it for the rest of the movie.
The backlash hit as soon as Man of Steel ended.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
My debut novel, Dark Siren has hit the bookshelves! Publisher’s Weekly praised the emotional fervor and complex mythology of this fast-paced coming of age story for creatures both young and ancient. Dark Siren is a journey of two characters as they find redemption, a second chance at love, and come to accept that sometimes, great evil is necessary to keep what is loved most. This modern fantasy blends adventure, romance, and plenty of action. Fans of the supernatural definitely won’t be disappointed.
So with that in mind, let’s talk creatures!
Mermaids, Mythology, and the Mysterious Siren
Mermaid: a fabled marine creature with the head and upper body of a woman and the tail of a fish. Mermaids can be female or male (mermen). (Merriam Webster).
Books featuring mermaids (or mer) have really gained popularity in the last year. A search in the Amazon Kindle store brings up dozens of titles with some pretty fantastic looking covers.
In European folklore, *mermaids were sometimes referred to as sirens. Mermen were known to have magical and/or prophetic powers.
At this point, you may be thinking of lovely Ariel from Disney’s The Little Mermaid.
However, in folklore, merkind were mostly dangerous to humans. Encounters with them brought misfortune, even floods or other natural disasters if a mermaid were offended.
Human men would steal a mermaid’s object, something like a comb or mirror, and marry her. As long as the object remained hidden, the relationship endured. But if the mermaid discovered her object, she would leave her husband and go back to the sea.
Sirens are a bit darker.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
The sound of her screams reached him as he neared the dorm. Pausing at the threshold, the man stepped inside. Death and the wind were at his back. Dozens of hollow-eyed students turned to observe his presence. Fear had twisted their youthful faces into horrific masks. A few of them wept. Others clung together as another scream echoed into the night. The man flinched. Then he steeled himself against all emotion. His kind was supposed to feel nothing.
He made his way through the crowd, students eagerly shuffling aside to let him pass. It was as if somehow they had sensed in him the power to end her suffering. When a young man dressed only in boxers and a lettered shirt stepped forward from a cluster of solemn dorm mates, the man stopped. He had recognized the boy.
“You are William. You are the one who called.”
“Yes, sir,” the young man said while nodding. His eyes were wide and frightened as he pointed ahead to a closed door painted prison grey. “She’s in there, sir.”
The man looked at the door, and then back at the boy. “Is she alone?”
William’s shoulders slumped with embarrassment. “I tried to stay with her but…” his voice trailed, dropping to a hoarse whisper. “She looks bad, sir. She wouldn’t stop screaming for me to get out. I got scared. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright, son. You have done well.” The man laid a hand on the boy’s shoulder with an encouraging smile that reflected none of the sadness he felt. “She’s going to be okay.”
But her cries were becoming more tormented by the second. He quickly continued down the hall to the grey door. Behind it, he found her all alone. Her thin, pale body was curled on a beaten sofa in the center of the room. She was drenched in sweat. Dark hair plastered against her face, framing a beautiful canvas contorted with anguish. He placed a hand gently on her forehead.
Her eyes fluttered open. “Daddy?”
“I’m here, sweetheart. Everything is fine now.”
Sobbing in relief even as another surge of agony ransacked her strength, she gritted her teeth. “It hurts.”
Squeezing her hand, he spoke in a voice thick with regret. “I know. I’m sorry. Letting you come here was a mistake. I’ve waited too long.”
She was lost in the pain and didn’t seem to hear him. “I see horrible things. I did horrible things. There was so much blood.”
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. –Unknown
Outside of a dog, a book is probably man’s best friend, and inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read. –Groucho Marx
Everyone needs a dog to adore him, and a cat to bring him back to reality.
If you get to thinking you're a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else's dog around. –Will Rogers
Last week, Nathan played a pretty mean joke on me. This week, I got my revenge.
The One Where “Jack” Dies
It all started when I saw the dead dog.
It was this rusty brown color, just like Jack Daniels aka J.D, Nathan’s dog. And it was stretched out on its side in the middle of the highway. Not moving. Not breathing. Drying blood clotted around its mouth.
I got an idea.
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
It can be a lot of fun to prank the ones we love. Personally, I’ve always wanted to saran wrap someone’scar with industrial grade plastic. Or cementing plastic flowers to their porch sounds to pretty cool too. But I don’t think I’d ever ever do this to someone.
Jack Daniels and the Naked Girl
At six a.m., a good hour and a half before I was supposed to get up, Nathan’s cat stepped on my bladder. (Why you should be surprised that Nathan has a cat.) I have an almost freakish ability to hold my pee all through the night, so needless to say, my bladder was pretty full. Trying to ignore the little fiend, I rolled a little. The move tipped Peaches off my abdomen. Two minutes later, the cat returned with a vengeance. She pounced on me, practically doing a tap dance as she ran up to my face and started meowing like a crazy person.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Some researchers think that the laughter produced while being tickled is actually a sort of panic reflex. Remembering how I react whenever confronted with this most unpleasant experience, I think panic sounds about right. Because there is nothing funny about being tickled. Tickling someone else until they pee their pants—that’s hilarious. Your big sister pinning you to the floor and tickling you until you pee your pants—not so hilarious.
Interesting fact: there was a European version of torture that involved tickling with goats. Yes. Goats. A prisoner’s feet were dipped in salt water and then introduced to a goat. The animal licked the victim’s feet until all the salt was gone. Then then process was repeated over and over again. That sounds twisted but innocent enough.
Only, the continuous licking caused the victim’s skin to come off.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
High-profile celebrities have a reputation for dying prematurely due to their assorted extracurricular activities.
· Five years ago, Heath Ledger was found in his Manhattan apartment, dead from an accidental overdose of painkillers and sleeping pills.
· In 2009, Michael Jackson’s death crashed TMZ, Aol Instant Messenger, Twitter, and the Los Angeles Times. It was one of those moments where you’ll always remember where you were when you heard the news. I was crossing the parking lot of the Mellow Mushroom when a guy yelled out that the king of pop was dead. I remember mentally calling him an asshole for making such a stupid, terrible joke...then I saw the news and had to believe it for myself.
· Amy Winehouse stumbled around like a hot mess for several years before succumbing to her bad habits at the ripe-old age of 27.
· February of this year marked the one year anniversary of Whitney Houston’s accidental drowning in her bathtub. Heart disease and cocaine had more than a lot to do with it.
Somehow, each of their deaths managed to be a shocking loss, no matter how much we expected them…
The One Where Whitney Died
The three of us were sitting around in the living room, still absorbing the fact that the legendary pop singer had died. We could hear mom on the phone in the other room. One of her friends had called to reminisce about the life of the singer that ended way before it should have.
“Wow,” my sister, Geri, said. “I can’t believe she’s dead.”
“I know. It’s so sad,” I agreed.
“It was that powder,” Nate added.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
The origins of pole dancing can be traced back to several countries. In India, pole dancing was an ancient sport designed for men. The Chinese had pole climbing, more of a gymnastic thing, dating back at least 1,000 years. And then there was Africa. If it’s twisty, rhythmic dancing, then it probably had a dabble somewhere in Africa. There, women once used pole dancing to show future husbands what type of intercourse they wanted. Cool huh?
But let’s talk about the modern day. Pole dancing is having a bit of a revolution. No longer just a strip and a tease done for money, women all over the country are embracing pole dancing as the new fitness craze. And it does have plenty of benefits.
- It’s great cardio! Burn 200 calories within an hour.
- Improves balance and flexibility
- Strengthens muscles in the core, legs and butt
- Feel sexy doing it. Build confidence.
With all these good effects, why not join the crowd and try it out? Well, that’s what I thought. Nathan had other ideas…
The One about Pole Dancing
“I went to a strip club once. It was not stimulating.”
Nate and I were sitting in front of the paused television having a conversation that--like many of the conversations that we have—wasn’t going anywhere productive.
“There was a girl over here in a cage and a girl over there.” He gestured with his hands to indicate the left and right sides of a stage. “And then there was a girl on the stage but she wasn’t on the pole.”
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
It's another week! I hope the one you're having isn't dreadful. If it is, maybe this blog can be your little, weekly pick-me-up. I warn you though: the stories here may be a little mean. They might also be somewhat gross. And they will always feature at least one jerk. Which brings me to Nathan. I love him. He's a sweet, funny guy. He can be an ass, but sometimes I can be one too. And this short below probably proves that...
The Old Lady and the Trash Man
The Old Lady and the Trash Man
It’s mid-afternoon. I’m standing at the kitchen sink watching a confrontation that had been building to a pinnacle of entertainment for quite some time. Mrs. Bobby, Nate’s next door neighbor, had run outside wearing nothing but a purple bathrobe, house shoes, and hair rollers the size of soup cans.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
They say to make your blog about whatever it is that you can be an expert in. Well, I'm an expert in nothing except being a smartass. But, I like telling stories. Sometimes I'm even unwittingly funny. So, here goes. Bear with me. Nathan and Other Jerks is an ongoing process, and it's under construction. I can't promise it'll get better. But it will. Let's start with...
The One About the Cat
Nathan sat the packages down gently on the counter. “Do you need Reggie to put these up for you, Grandma?” Good ole Nate. He was always looking out.
She pressed her lips into a thin line, giving me a disapproving once over. “No dear. I don’t trust anyone in my kitchen who can’t find their way around on their own.”
I smiled at the old woman sweetly. One day she was going to fall, break a hip, and need therapy. Then she would be at my mercy.