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The Journey of the Take to the Skies Trilogy

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Today I want to talk about journeys.

Six years ago to the date, my first book was published: An Airship Named Desire, through Hazardous Press. Back then, I had submitted it around to the big leagues with no luck and hadn’t even considered smaller presses, until I ended up giving it a try. An Airship Named Desire got picked up, and funny enough, that choice paved the way for me becoming a romance author. I was determined to write scifi/fantasy until my fingers bled, but when my publisher mentioned they were looking for paranormal romance submissions if I had any, I decided to give it a shot. …that ended up becoming By the Sea, which was published by Decadent Publishing two years later.

Life is weird and unpredictable that way. You never know where the path will lead you. And over those years, I dealt with a couple publishers closing, including Hazardous Press, which gave me the option to continue the series on my own. I continued working with other romance publishers and found myself writing more and more in the genre, completely falling in love with it. But a part of my heart will always belong to Bea and her ragtag crew of misfits aboard the Desire.

Their journey has taken me from never-before-published, to next year when I’ll have reached twenty books out. Six years, an explosive amount of growth, and a whole lot of memories and lessons along the way. When it came to writing/publishing, I took Bea’s approach the entire way. I’ve submitted even when I’m terrified, I’ve collected so many rejections I’ve drowned in them, I’ve gotten so, so close to goals I’ve only dreamed of just to plummet to the ground. Yet, I’ve continued to get back up. I’ve continued to slam my head against that wall until one day I’ll break through the damned thing. Bea and her crew taught me a little about resilience back then, and I’ve carried that lesson with me the entire way.

So I seriously hope you enjoy this final entry into the Take to the Skies trilogy, because I adored writing this series. However, even though it’s the end to Bea and her crew’s tales, I have so very many stories to share with you, and I hope you’ll stick with me for the adventure.

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Weekly Word Count #164

Word Count: 10,606

What story I’m currently working on:

Am I really closing in on the last 10k of this book? It’s been such a wild ride. It also may end up being a little over 60k since stretches of the book took longer than I thought. I’m currently at 47k and I haven’t even gotten into the last stretch of the book yet! Then I’ll need to take a short break from Tribal Spirits to jam out some more words on Hypnotizing Beat. Yet, I’ve got so many ideas for the final two books of the series, eeeeeee.

What I’m editing/marketing:

Legends of the Veil came out last week, and The Airship Also Rises is on pre-order, so August is out to a rip-roaring start! I’ve already submitted An Airship Carol to my editor as well, so now I’ve switched attention back to Musketeer Pirates. It’s moving slowly, but I finally hit the midway point of this baseline edit. There’s still a lot more work to do, once I finish this massive overhaul, but getting through it would put a huge dent into things.

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Teaser of the week:

“They shot one of ours.” The lines deepened around his grey eyes. “I_d waste the whole army for spilling a drop of my crew_s blood.”

Line of the week:

Ava shrugged, slipping onto her feet as she grabbed the tube for the pills and popped them back into it, snapping the lid back in place. “It’s part of the job description. I wouldn’t have taken you on if I couldn’t handle it.” She walked over to him and pressed the pills into his palm. “Paypal me the funds. You’ll get faster service if you pay in advance, FYI.”

Jer grabbed the pills, staring down at the bottle. Ava still stood in front of him, not moving away. Her brows drew together, and she passed him an irritated look.

“Are you waiting for me to perform a dance or something? I need my nap, stat. That’s your cue to take the cute little bike you drive and haul on out of here.”

Jer didn’t hide his grin at that. “You’re sort of standing right in my way.”

Ava opened her mouth and then closed it before she strode back over to her couch. “Right, that would help. Good meeting you, Jeremiah Taylor. If your pack needs a shaman, shoot me a text. I won’t respond to any phone calls.”

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Curious About Captivating Melody?

“Hope you enjoy the show then, darling.” Heat flickered in his amber eyes, and his lowered voice made the implication quite clear.

I wrote this book two years ago, and since book one is coming out tomorrow, I already started on book two! However, the super secret is that it’s out EARLY! Grab your copy HERE today!

Here’s a sneak peek of the first page:

The stench of sweat, sex, and Chanel Number Five were never going to come out of Liz O’Brien’s jeans. She frowned as her Keds gummed to the floor backstage for the five thousandth time. That was the last gig they’d ever do at Peekaboos.

She peered past the stage out to the main floor of the strip club where a plethora of half- empty TicTac white tables populated the place. The remaining folks embarked on the bump and grind journey that at one tender age might’ve shocked and appalled her, but by now, she rolled her eyes and shut out the moans. Liz winced every time her shoe stuck to the black-and-white tiled floor as she crossed the room. Pink lighting skated throughout the place, even post-show, adding to the seedy ambiance.

She raked a hand through her long chestnut locks, a couple pieces drying to her face from the heat they pumped through this place. Guess since their strippers were shedding clothes, the staff had to keep ‘em comfortable.

Jett stood by the far door, giving her the ‘I’m bored look,’ which she’d come to realize happened about every two point five seconds when he wasn’t onstage or getting laid. After playing the bass for their earlier show, he’d tied back his dark strands, and his light blue eyes had a familiar twinkle in them. Average girls would see a ladykiller who screamed sex from his pores.

Liz noticed the prettier-than-average looks, but she also saw the greenish tint to Jett’s pale skin and the delicate gills along his neck. Since she’d never met her parents, Liz didn’t know the ‘why’ of her ability, but she’d always seen past the fae glamour shielding normal humans from the weird.

Jett lifted his sculpted brow in a cynical arch he’d perfected, jabbing at his watch as if she dragged along at a snail’s pace.

“The bar’s not going to disappear if you’re a couple minutes late,” Liz called out, quickening her pace to close the distance between them.

“Lies. I know for certain there’s an expiration date on the JD with my name on it. Six months on the road with us and you’d think you would catch on.” Jett slung his arm around her shoulder, the familiar weight one she’d never expected from her former one-night stand.

“It’s a miracle I’ve been able to put up with you lot for this long.”

Even though the first time she met Jett they’d fumbled in a back alley together, Liz much preferred him as her tether of sanity and staunch friend on the road. After all, traveling with rockstars was bad enough. The satyr, siren, banshee, and incubus were the real deal when it came to sex gods, with powers that worked on every human except her. She navigated the regular folks to book their gigs, while they made sure she wasn’t fae-bait to any supernatural who noticed her unique skill set.

Together she and Jett stepped out of the steamy room, which had begun to smell a little rank, and made their way down the narrow corridor leading to the front door. Neon pink lit the hallway, nauseatingly similar to the spotlights gleaming onto an opening act Liz would need bleach to remove from her memory banks.

“Good riddance,” Liz muttered as they strode through the doors onto the concrete landing.

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A Reflection of Ice Pre-Order!

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A Reflection of Ice is now available for pre-order! Grab a copy HERE!

Lyra plunges into the woods for refuge, leaving the discovery of her stepmother’s affair and the woman’s ensuing rage back at the trailer park. However, a mysterious ringing in the forest leads her to a different sort of sanctuary, a castle of ice with a lonely prince living in his solitary kingdom.

While the castle holds haunting ballrooms, vast gardens, and rooms filled with more treasures than a museum, the cobwebs in dark corners whisper a different story. The longer she stays, the more she yearns to return to her rusty old home. Yet once she uncovers the secret of the ice prince in his castle, if she doesn’t find a way to escape soon, she never will.

 

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A Tale of Two Airships Audio Book Release!

Any audiobook fans? You won’t want to miss A Tale of Two Airships, book two in the Take to the Skies series, out on audiobook! If you haven’t read the first one, An Airship Named Desire, I’d highly recommend taking the plunge!

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Bea and the crew of the Desire are back, and there’s one fierce storm brewing on the horizon. When Isabella’s old clan delivers a letter that sends their crewmate into a funk, Bea’s suspicious. However, when they’re intercepted by gypsies on the way to their meetup for the next smuggling job, her suspicions switch to pissed off. Yet none of that compares to the rage that ignites after Bea and their recon team return to the docks to find the Desire missing. Stolen. By those goddamn gypsies from Isabella’s old clan.

Which leaves Bea and her four crewmates stranded in Shantytown, home of redcoats who want them dead and Morlocks who want them deader. On top of that, she has no clue if her crew aboard the Desire is still alive. And once the Morlocks spot them in a bounty bar and put a price on their heads, if Bea doesn’t find a way to the skies and fast, they’re screwed six ways to sailing day with their home flying further and further out of reach.

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Holidays Around the Corner

While it’ll be awhile before I’m getting holly jolly and tossing up my Christmas decorations (by awhile, I mean AFTER Thanksgiving), one thing I realized I don’t have the luxury to do is dilly dally with prepping gift baskets for my books and tea. And while my son would rather have one of the super cool keychain knives he happened upon, my fans tend to be more demanding. After all, not only do people start shopping early, but once December hits, I’ll need to be able to ship those things at a moment’s notice, not wait for a shipment to come in. So, in a stroke of extra-preparedness, I made a pre-order form for the absolute cutest gift box for readers.

Kat’s Box of Wonderment

Kay, first off, that sounds ridiculously dirty, so ignore my ridiculous title. What’s inside the gift boxes is SUPER cool. I’m going to offer three selections based on my three Decadent Publishing novellas: By the Sea, Soul Solution, and Poisoned Apple. Of course, a signed copy of the book will be the first piece to this puzzle. Next is a bag of the looseleaf tea blended for each book (By the Sea: floral mint herbal, Poisoned Apple: tart apple honeybush, Soul Solution: pear jasmine green tea). And then the unique and time-takey part of this endeavor is the never-before-seen, framed winter themed poem included with each one. Altogether, each aspect of this is a unique delight, something you can’t just tug off the shelves at Target.

Bonus factor? The gift boxes are 15% off if you pre-order before December 1st!