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Cover Reveal: Communion of the Damned

It’s time for a new cover reveal! Weeeeeeee!

Unfortunately, it’s not the cover for Stones and Finger Bones book dos (sorry if anyone is terribly disappointed!) but it is set in the same universe and follows one of the minor characters on a brief adventure. Also — and this is very exciting — includes a sneak peak into book 2, tentatively titled As White As Bone.

I am working on it, I promise! 🙂

Now, without further ado, here is the cover for my short story, Communion of the Damned:

Communion Of The Damned - Jessica Minyard-small

Blurb: Vivaine Arany Barone was once the toast of a city; the beloved of a king; a shining jewel in the crown of Myrinthia. Now, she’s nothing more than a fallen star.

How far will one woman go to get everything she’s even wanted? Everything she thinks she deserves.

Release Date: November 26, 2015

CotD will eventually be available exclusively for Kindle — for only .99! — but if you’d like to get it for free when it comes out, sign up for my newsletter right hurr. I’m a terrible newsletter-sender-outer, so don’t be afraid that I’m going to spam you with emails. You’ll be lucky to get one every six months. LOL.

JMizzle out!

Credit for this pretty thing goes to Rebecca Berto at Berto Designs.

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WIPpet Wednesday: Internet’s Back

So I’ll start this post with a confession: I’ve had internet for a couple weeks now, but things kept popping up. This week, however, I reserved tonight for author-y tasks. Made some updates to the website, worked on some formatting (eeeee!), wrote a little bit on untitled book 2, decided to jump back in for WIPpet Wednesday.

WIPpet Wednesday is a weekly blog hop hosted by the lovely KL Schwengel where a bunch of other lovely writers post excerpts from their current works-in-progress that somehow relate to the date.

I’m having a hard time finding anything to post because 1. I don’t want to be spoilery and 2. I’ve only written about 6 pages so far.

Pickin’s be slim.

But, here are 12 spoiler-free, freshly-rendered lines (from Word) in honor of December, for 12/17:

Aurelia had her hot face pressed against the glass in an attempt to cease the pounding of her head. Her breath danced across the pane of the carriage that was taking them to court.

Two hours after receiving the summons, Jaz had finally declared Aurelia acceptable for public viewing. Even now, she was still adjusting the folds of Aurelia’s gossamer veil.

The carriage lurched over a broken cobblestone and Aurelia inhaled sharply as the bones of her corset dug into her thighs. She swatted Jadzia’s hands away.

“Stop,” she gasped.

Jaz’s brows knitted in concern. “My lady, you’re wan.”

Aurelia felt a cold sweat break across her forehead and she found it hard to draw a breath. She was suffocating. The gown and small confines of the carriage were squeezing the life out of her and she was going to faint or vomit.

“Stop the carriage!”

I hope you’re getting as excited for the release of Stones and Finger Bones as I am, and don’t forget to stop by and say hello to the other Wippeteers! 🙂

 

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WIPpet Wednesday: Back Again

Greetings minions!

So if you were following me back when I was still I before E, you may remember that I participated in a weekly party/gathering/hop of lovely Wippeteers posting snippets of their works-in-progress that somehow relate to the day’s date. I’ve been trying to jump back in for a while now, but life has been sadly interrupting my internet time (I’m a homeowner, yay!).

Today, I’m offering up 2 lines from page 2 of book 2 in honor of October 22nd:

“Peach.” Her voice was strained, hoarse, as if she’d been screaming. And maybe she had. “I just can’t.”

Peach nodded, the moonlight glinting off his silvery hair. “It’s about him.”

What’s that? No context, you say? Well, that’s just how most Wippeteers roll. In my case, giving any context would spoil the ending of Stones and Finger Bones, and this is a strictly spoiler-free zone! 🙂

I’ll be making the rounds to check out all the other snippets, and you can as well by clicking this link. Many thanks to KL Schwengel for always hosting!

 

 

 

 

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Adventures in Writing Back Cover Copy

One of the many perks of being an Indie author is having complete creative control over all design, promotional, and marketing elements of your work. Unfortunately, this also means being responsible for writing back cover copy (or BCC if you’re hip to the lingo).

Teaser

putting my photoshop skillz to work

BCC is exactly what it sounds like: the text that goes on the back of your book…and on Amazon, Goodreads, Facebook, blog tours, etc. Anywhere and anyplace that requires a summary. But — and here’s the kicker — BCC is no ONLY what your book is about, it has to SELL your book to readers.

And that is why BCC causes so much frustration and heartache. At least, that’s been my experience (and if you’re following me on Twitter, you got a little taste of that experience last week).

Authors who can churn out BCC like butter, I salute you.

And now, on to the purpose of this post…I think I’ve finally written something halfway decent that I’m halfway happy with…for the moment.

I won’t be sharing it today! Sawry. That’ll come with the cover reveal (squee!). But I did want to talk a little about my process, and get y’all’s tips and tricks to writing BCC.

So, what I did first was write and overly long, over-indulgent first draft and set it aside for months, I think. Then, I brought that version back out when I was ready to seriously get down to business, discovered it was terrible, panicked a bit, and then started doing my research. Research consisted of reading blurbs on Amazon, and trying to pick out a pattern.

Here’s what I found (and how I subsequently structured my working BCC):

  • Start with an interesting, yet brief, summary of the MC’s current state/life. Bonus points for quippy one-liners.
  • Add the inciting incident (or hint of) that is going to make the MC take action
  • Sprinkle in tidbits of his/her journey and/or new friends/companions
  • Top that all off with a couple of foreboding statements about the MC’s future

And voila! BCC sundae.

🙂

 

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TEASER: Stones and Finger Bones

Today I’m offering up a little teaser from Stones to celebrate the completion of one round of edits. This excerpt features two of my favorite darlings, Tyr and Kostadin. *huggles*

Enjoy! 🙂

 

1606
16th Day of Kuldakast

You only truly know life when you have known death. When you have felt Death reach icy hands inside your chest and settle round your heart. When death has knocked on your door, beckoning, “Come, brother.”

I should have died by now.

My disease eats away at the body, taking bits and pieces day after day. The Maker’s fever, as they call it, is a curious ailment. Unpredictable. Unfathomable in its destruction.Virtually unheard of. There are only a few known cases of Maker’s fever in hundreds of years of our race. The same magic that prolongs my meager life – destroyed it. Normally, extreme fatigue or unconsciousness will occur before someone reaches the point I did. But I went beyond the reach of my powers; farther than anyone I’ve ever know. Reaching for energy that was not there. So now I lay dying.

The healers speculate thirty more days at best. Hopefully I’ll make it till Bolvadur; I would dearly like to see the earth come alive once more. A year would be miraculous. By Maker’s chance I could be dead tomorrow. I’ve decided to write you, my dearest Erylie, as much as I can, for as long as I can. Maybe I can earn your forgiveness. I hope the most for your understanding. Understanding of my decisions. Understanding of how I became this man you claimed not to recognize. This husk. Empty shell. A slave to my power and my king.

I will not start at the beginning – there is little to be achieved by that. Let me start instead, at the beginning of the end.

It was a beautiful night, considering it was mid-Kuldakast. A full moon.Clear purple-black sky. Our breath frosted in the air around us. We stood on the top of a ridge, Kostadin virtually hopping with his excitement and anticipation. He turned to me with a big, childish grin, eyes bright with the fervor of our discovery. Even now, when I think of Kos, this is the image I see. Him: young, strong, sharply intelligent, carefree. Impetuous. Foolish. Oh so foolish. But then again, we both were.

The valley before us was covered in a thick blanket of fog – nothing was visible, not even the tops of the trees. I can still feel the strange pressure on my chest – pushing me back – when I wandered too close to the edge. Danger! My mind screamed. My legs itched to flee. Kos clasped my arm briefly before plunging fearlessly into the unknown.

The preternatural miasma clung to my limbs and clothes, dragging me down. I struggled to keep up with Kos’s labored breathing, since I could no longer see him. Quite suddenly – almost as if it had been swept away by unseen hands – the fog cleared. We were in an unusual circular depression in the ground. Trees and snow-covered underbrush surrounded us, but at our feet the land was resolutely brown and hard. The most curious aspect of the clearing was the five large towers, equidistance apart, forming a circle. They were not true towers, more like colossal obelisks that reached further into the sky than I could see. Thicker around than four men. They were glossy black and smooth, cracked through with a dark orange crystal that glittered like fire.

It was incredible, the feeling of standing there, the call of power. I could feel it on my skin, taste it in the air. Only a coward would resist the pull of such magic.

Kostadin felt it too; his hand was trembling as he reached out and laid a palm against one of the black towers. His face a mask of unbridled joy and triumph. We were standing in the annals of history. We had found what other claimed existed only in memory, or legend. We had found the place where the Consort had landed, after falling from the Maker’s arms. We had found the Rewengärd; the gateway to death.

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