Wednesday, May 8, 2013

FM3 Blurb


King Henry Price has faced down the Coyote Nation, he's faced down the Vampire Embassies, he's even making money from his Artificer Shop now, but nothing could prepare him for . . . his ex-girlfriend.

Valentine Ward, the one and only Boomworm, is in town.  Now a Recruiter for the Institution of Elements, she has a favor to ask of King Henry . . . just one little story to convince a teenage girl that either she learns to control the Mancy or the Mancy will control her.

Into madness and an early grave.

One little story for one little sister.

One little story for Christmas Ward.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

FM3 Release Date Moved Up

As I've said a few times before, I really like doing the opposite of the publishing houses when it comes to release dates.  Instead of giving optimistic dates that end up getting inevitably pushed further and further back, I like to give pessimistic dates that move up!

July ---> June ---> May 28th

Now, because the beta readers have all checked in with me on the typos...and assured me FM3 is "awesome", "outstanding", "just a great book", and "each book getting better and better"...I'm moving on up again.

May 10th.

Yes.  The May 10th that's a couple days away.  Yes.  The May 10th just before a weekend so all you people can read the book without skipping out on work.

As always with Indie ebook releases, remember:  Smashwords takes a week or two to get books out on iTunes, BN.com, and Kobo.  So, if you use an iPad or a Nook and want FM3 immediately on release day, you need to get it through Smashwords itself.  Kindle readers, you're fine, Amazon loads quickly.

So...

May 10th.

Troubled Boomworm, almost here.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Sharing is Good #7

From FM3:

"I notice you have yet to attack me, despite your desire.  Have you finally found someone to be scared of, King Henry Price?"

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Sharing is Good #6

From FM3:

Ain't no one threatening my pee-hole and getting away with it!

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Sharing is Good #5

FM3:

I must have been dull from the repeated head shots.  I just stared at her without giving any reaction.  Part of me expected her to knee me in the balls.  But then . . . part of me expects every woman to knee me in the balls.  That part is usually my balls . . . mistrustful things, ain't they?