Review- Abracadaver

Screenshot (6305)I enjoy a new Esther Diamond book, she’s a more competent but still hilariously calamitous paranormal Stephanie Plum. In her 7th outing Esther’s career and bank account look promising as she is offered more television work as Jilly Cnote but her love life looks abysmal as the handsome but close-minded Lopez can’t see beyond the normal.

 Abracadaver picks up immediately after The Misfortune Cookie with Esther, Max, Lucky, Nelli, Lopez and his new partner, Quinn, trying to wrap up the loose ends.

While Esther might not know a lot about the paranormal beings she encounters it never stops her from trying to keep her friends safe and helping Max and Nelli to the best of her ability. She might get hurt, and not only physically, but Esther never lets that stop her from doing what needs to be done.

I think this is her best book to date, fast paced, frightening in parts, snappy dialogue, and Resnick’s ability to flesh out her characters and let them evolve is excellent. It looks like Esther and friends might have a new believer or two and Esther might have a new love interest. I hope so because the one thing that is wearing a trifle too thin is Lopez’ stubborn refusal to see what’s really going on.

He’s getting to be too high maintenance and Esther deserves someone who doesn’t think she’s one French fry short of a Happy Meal. And maybe, just maybe, she’s met that someone.

Seven books in and Resnick and Esther haven’t disappointed me, they are both worth your time and your money.

This is Exactly Why We Need “Women In Horror Month,” You Jerk.

A Broken Laptop

Well. I’m mad.

I’m not trying to be inciting or hysterical. But I am angry.

A “fellow” horror writer lambasted a dear friend and amazing woman for doing book signings while in costume and…I’m not quite sure what else. Being a woman? He said women were especially bad at trying to grab attention (“claiming” we’re horror writers when we aren’t) and most of us are hags anyway.

That’s right. Most of us are hags.


I’m sorry, but how did appearance even manage to worm its way into this conversation? This author has one book out and a second releasing soon. Yet he has the authority to decide who is really a horror writer and who isn’t? And bringing physical appearance into it is exceptionally personal. He doesn’t like the way most of us look? Next time I’ll be careful to wear a helmet while signing so I don’t offend readers…

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Dead Roses: Five Dark Tales of Twisted Love (Coming Soon!)

Happy Valentine’s Day! 

I am pleased to announce that my newest novella, Loving the Goat, will be appear in forthcoming horror anthology Dead Roses: Five Dark Tales of Twisted Love.

Check out the complete table of contents below:

Love Lies In Eyes by Evans Light 
Cinder Block by Edward Lorn
Eleanor by Jason Parent
Panacea by Adam Light
Loving the Goat by Gregor Xane





Release Date for hardcover, paperback, and eBook editions: 

March 16, 2015 

Signed limited edition hardcover and paperback editions are now available for pre-order. Signed edition orders include the eBook.

Pre-Order a Signed Edition of Dead Roses: Five Dark Tales of Twisted Love!

Rachel Ann Nunes Needs Our Help

Screenshot (5784)Rachel Ann Nunes has a new attorney and is proceeding with her case against plagiarist, Tiffanie Rushton.  Trials are expensive so here is the link to her GoFundMe. Help send a message that the book community will not stand for neither the plagiarism nor the attacks Rushton directed towards Nunes after she was found out. Read the timeline here.

Confessions of an Irritable Romance Novelist

I really like the part where the agent explains how soon he knows when a MS is a reject. Pay attention any of you who think Linda Hilton was wrong.

KJ Charles

Someone wrote an article (‘Confessions of a Failed Romance Novelist’) for the National Post on how she tried to knock out a romance novel to make lots of money. If you are a romance reader/writer, you can save time by screaming and throwing something at the wall now, rather than reading it.

Edited highlights follow. Get your bingo cards out.

Comes from a position of ignorance and contempt:

“From what I gather the [typical romance novel] plots are simple and the characters’ emotional lives not terribly complex. Also, the sex or some sex act needs to happen way before the 100 page mark,” [my agent] wrote me.

[Note to author of article: Your agent is terrible. Get a new agent.]

Does no research before writing:

I attempted to revive [romance career after publishing the book] by borrowing some Harlequins. I wanted to surprise myself; maybe I would actually like the…

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Bingo is Better with Friends

I had a few more screenshots and a few more things to say.

A lot of bloggers/reviewers are talking about their reactions to Amy Spalding’s bingo card. It’s not a surprise that most of those reactions are negative, except to Spalding and her friends. What you all may or may not realize is that Spalding didn’t do this on her own, no, she asked for contributions.

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That’s right, she asked and oh, so many were happy to contribute.

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Melissa, if it’s that bad you really don’t want me to finish it, I’ll just have that much more to criticize- if I stop at page 50, that could mean the book miraculously improved after I stopped. If I read to the end, well, then the reader will definitely know if it didn’t. Think of that DNF as a reviewer’s gift to you.

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Isn’t this wonderful? So many authors so grateful for reviews, wait, no, so ungrateful for the reviews they got because they weren’t the ones they wanted. Deserved maybe, but not wanted.

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We could just not buy, read, or review your books. Would that make you happy? Didn’t think so.

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And her friends obliged.

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“I wanted this book to have a solid plot and intelligent characters, alas, the writer seems to be incapable of that.” I don’t know, I think that calls for one star.  And the swearing, drinking, and sex- over or under the age of 18? Some people have a problem if those characters are underage.

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Mm hmm, now just who is the idiot here? I’m going with the author calling reviewers idiots, yeah, cause doing so in public where readers can see it isn’t a jaw-droppingly bone-headed move. Not at all.

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Yes, we read your little project. We are not amused but some of your friends certainly are.

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So it wasn’t just Amy being struck by a bolt of creative lightning while eating her Quarter Pounder or Baconator. No, Amy collected her little McNuggets from her friends, none of them being smart enough to ask why she wanted them and then set to work. When people pointed out that reviewers weren’t amused but were offended or appalled by her inspirational (to certain authors) bingo card, Spalding showed all the sensitivity of a thick plank.

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And I’m not saying you’re bad either, Amy. This is bad, and this, and this. Now do you have any inkling why we aren’t amused? Do you understand how this affects your relationship with reviewers/bloggers? Do you understand that your little bingo card isn’t making things better? Doesn’t encourage reviewers to want to read your books or those of your enthusiastic and appreciative friends and contributors?

Yes, yes, I can hear you now, protesting that you were just having fun and nothing on your card is anything like what I linked to but, Amy, all that happened in those links is on your card, all that started with an author thinking about B4 or N2 or anything else on your card or in their head.

How well do you really know the people who contributed? Do you know if they were just lightly tossing you a pet peeve or if they have 345 guns in their basement next to the freezer holding their spouse, the troublesome neighbor, and the Sunday roast? Do you know? We don’t either.

And that’s why we’re backing slowly away and crossing you off the TBR lists. We. Don’t. Know. And we aren’t willing to take the chance that you or one of your friends will decide to call us or email us (at best) or lurk in the shrubbery or bash us on the head (at worst).

I hear you deleted your tweet but why? It’s still there, retweeted by laughing authors and appalled reviewers everywhere. It’s there, you’re there, I’m there, and so is everybody and some of them are writing a book. Then we read it and the first thing we (now) have to think about is- who is this author?

But that’s another blog.




For Paige, and Blythe, and Linda










Amy Spalding Meets the Pigeon

Screenshot (4483)This is my little pigeon friend, I think he’s quite handsome, don’t you? He made his first appearance for that now absent Snowflake Princess, Raani York. I wanted something to visually express my – distaste-, I guess you could say, for her all too obvious manipulation of people and situations to her advantage.

The pigeon sprang to mind because, well, of what springs to mind when you think of or see a pigeon. What has this to do with author Amy Spalding you ask? Wellllll, Spalding is just the latest author who has jumped on the “let me make a total ass of myself” promotion bandwagon.

Now let me be clear, Spalding has some excellent and some not so excellent company. I don’t fault her, in a way, for believing she has picked a winning strategy. In case you have been offline or on a deadline or just totally absorbed in a really good book, here’s what little Amy tweeted yesterday.

How- precious. Now, if you aren’t an author or if you aren’t an author with an intelligence deficit, you might be wondering whatever possessed her. Did she not consider what might happen when she blithely tweeted this? I think she not only considered it, she was counting on it.

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OMG, dear readers, all seven of you, we took hours, hours to get mad at her. I feel like I should apologize, could someone tell me if being late for a reaction to a tweet by an author that none of my friends or myself recognize is worse than being late for a dinner at the White House? I feel positively guilty for not finding this little gem sooner. My only excuse has to be that my little feathered friend and his friends found it first.

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Ye-ah, it’s hard to see it through all that, uh, pigeon poop. And it’s hard to separate her poop from the pigeons’, because poop (being polite here) is what this is. So I had to wonder why an author who had two books already on the market would resort to this poopy ploy (say it fast three times).

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Look, she’s got a book coming out in April. Got to get her name out there somehow. I would say she’s a little on the early side but maybe she’s hoping to generate some sympathy buys for her two previous books.

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Her first book has 47 reviews with an average of 4.0 and her second, oops, only 17 reviews with a 3.6 average on Amazon. Now over on GR

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we see what really is Spalding’s problem. Her first book, TRML (initials, not giving her any more promotion than necessary to make my point), has 282 reviews with a 3.88 rating. Most of the complaints are about her lead character(s). Readers didn’t like her/them much. Her second book, ITTW, has 81 reviews, big drop there, and a 3.66 rating and readers are still not liking her main characters(s).

Something went wrong for Spalding, a significant drop in reviews between books and a lot of the same complaints about what readers didn’t like. Still, her books are above the midpoint and I know a lot of authors that would pay good money for, kill, appreciate having that many reviews.

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Whatever her reasons Spalding has chosen the public, reviewer/blogger chastising, no-really it’s all in fun potential career killer approach. So many reviewers, so not amused. Spalding’s books go on our “not now, not ever” lists or shelves because there are so many authors who want and deserve reviews so why should we waste our time with the ones that feel our time is worth nothing more than being used for a cheap laugh and bonding moment between authors who feel we don’t appreciate them and if it makes the author/reviewer situation worse, or at least not any better, I’m sure that Spalding and her friends just don’t give a pigeon poop.

I’ve read the posters who can’t believe that any reviewer could be offended by Spalding’s tweet, the ones that agree with her bingo card, the ones that try to persuade  me it was all in good fun.

You know what, I’ve had enough “fun” from authors in the past year, and I know I’m not the only one. How could any author, any author, look at the uncertain and at times downright hostile and sometimes (and sometimes is too many times) frightening relationships between themselves and bloggers/reviewers and believe that posting something like this anywhere public is just so damned cute?

I wish that authors who feel that this is the best way to generate buzz and sales would suffer from permanent writer’s block, they all seem to want the same things – good reviews for usually bad or indifferent writing, admiration and recognition for their slightest effort, veto power over critical reviews, reviewers as beta readers and editors.

You don’t want to read another review that criticizes your unlikeable or unbelievable characters, your weak plots, the Texas-sizes plot holes, the grammar and spelling? Then spend your lunch hours or your evenings improving your skills.

Some readers/reviewers/ bloggers are going to be thinking just like this

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Until that time, here’s what I think of your “something great”.

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Review- The Dragon Conspiracy

Screenshot (5295)When is the next book? When? WHEN?

Dragons, diamonds, gem mages, gorgons, goblins, and host of the other supernaturals come out to play in Shearin’s latest addition to the SPI Files series. It’s funny, frightening, fast-paced.

Shearin gives more description and color to her world where the ghosties and ghoulies and things that go bump in the night mingle with the strictly human population of New York as Hallowe’en shapes up to become a magical apocalypse for the supernatural.

Imminent disaster has never been more fun.