Crimson Moon is free through 3/24/19. Please enjoy this free sample!
Crimson Moon is free through 3/24/19. Please enjoy this free sample!
Feral Moon, book 2 of The Dark Woods series is available now!
Greyson Wolfe may be a killer with the instincts of an animal, but he’s no fool. He came so close to getting everything he’d ever wanted. Then it was over, both the girl and the happy ending were snatched away by one well-placed lie. Second chances don’t come along often, and never for people like him. The girl he loved may be gone, but she’s not forgotten. Not by him. Not by the wolf, either.
Harlow Dyer doesn’t know the handsome stranger who looks at her with haunted, hungry eyes. She’s always been Daddy’s little debutante. Rich, spoiled, pampered, and protected. Hasn’t she?
The fairytales were wrong. The wolf wasn’t the villain of the story. The girl in the red dress was always meant to be his. Now, he just has to convince her.
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In the old days, people whispered about the wolf, said he came only at night, and only by the light of the full moon. They locked their doors and huddled close to their fires, safe in the knowledge they could prepare for his coming. The truth is, no one is safe, because the wolf walks in the skin of the man. Always.
Harlow Hayes is a runaway, thief, and failed Southern belle. Forced to grow up fast after what her mama delicately referred to as, ‘the incident,’ she learns the hard way not all strangers are kind, real monsters hide in plain sight, and family can be found in the strangest places.
Harlow Hayes is about to meet the Wolf.
I just wanted to drop in and wish everyone a very safe and happy New Year! I’m happy to announce that the prequel short story of “The Immortal Sorrows” series is now available through Amazon! So since I’m shameless self-promoting I’ll go ahead and leave the blurb right here…
Clotho has everything; beauty, power, and immortality. She has everything she could ever want, except the love of the one she wants the most.
Witness the moment when obsession turns to hate… and love to madness.
Author’s Note: This is a short story and serves as the prequel of “The Immortal Sorrows” series. Attached is a free sample of book 1, “Wings of Darkness.” I hope you enjoy it!
There’s the old saying which says, ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover.’ Now, we all like to think we don’t, but to be honest, most of us do. A beautiful cover is the first thing you notice about a book. It’s the thing which draws you in, entices you to maybe read the book’s description, possibly crack it open and take a peek inside. Many would argue that it’s the content which sells the book, and there’s a lot to that theory, but it’s the cover’s job to draw you in from the start.
A wonderful friend of mine, Ms. Heather Slaughter of Bookpressed, once referred to the right book cover as wrapping for your present, and honestly, I can think of no better description.
When I first decided to publish, I didn’t want to sink a small fortune into my little project. You know, just in case my book bombed. Indie authors come and go, but if a book isn’t going to sell, there’s no point in sinking your life’s savings into a cover. So I went the cheap, er, frugal route and did it myself to start with.
I knew a few things about cover design, but precious little. One of which was, I needed a royalty free image for the cover. So I found a beautiful picture of a creepy, gothic doorway. It cost me a whopping $15 to make the original cover.
For those of you who have read “Wings of Darkness,” I think you’ll agree it was a nice nod to the graveyard scene in chapter 6. For those of you who haven’t read it yet, it’s just a pretty picture which makes absolutely no sense if you’re cruising through Amazon’s 3 million books. It’s pretty, but it’s vague.
Then, wonder of wonders, I started getting some pretty outstanding reviews (if I may say so myself.) My book wasn’t flopping at all. It was floating along, holding its own. Book 2 was about to come out when I decided to bite the bullet and have a professional redo the first cover, and I’m so glad I did.
Finding the right person to do your cover takes some work, but that’s for another blog post. I lucked out pretty quickly. A friend of mine introduced me to a very nice lady, Danella Miller of Danella’s Designs. She actually does a bit of everything. A photographer originally, she also designs websites, graphic design, and now book covers.
I highly suggest, if you’re in the market for new covers, that you go pay her a visit. Her pre-made covers are just gorgeous and start at less than $100. Custom jobs are a bit higher, of course, but well worth the results.
This is the new cover.
It captures my main character perfectly. The colors stand out and it does exactly what it’s supposed to do, which is draw the reader in.
Book 2, “Wings of Shadow,” needed a cover, too. This is what she came up with. (Special thanks goes to our model for Izzy, Miss Katie Durant.)
The cover changed in February, and I really should have gotten this post up earlier, but I wanted to see how the cover change would effect sales. A few other authors I know were wondering about how it would change my bottom line, too. Happily, I can report that the new covers have just about quadrupled sales! Yes, I sank some money into professional covers, but they’ve paid for themselves in no time. I was so happy with Danella’s work, in fact, I commissioned her to do the rest of the covers for “The Immortal Sorrows” series. Each cover has come out more beautiful than the last. She not only wrapped the present, she put a giant bow in top!
I’ve been asked by a few loyal and lovable readers for a teaser from book 3, “Wings of Defiance.” Keep in mind, it’s always prone to change. Hope you like it! The entire book should be out sometime in the late fall of 2015 if everything goes as planned. Happy reading!
Text copyright © 2015
Sherri A Wingler
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED WORLDWIDE
The girl knelt beside two freshly cut graves, so new the earth seemed newly wounded. No headstones marked the remains of her dearly departed, but I knew who lay below. This was the final resting place of the bodies of Izzy Maitland and her father, Edmund. Izzy’s best friend, Gwen came here often to haunt the grave as one of the walking wounded. Barely eighteen years old, and already she’d seen too much of the world.
The girl was a wretched figure, all bundled up against the biting wind. Usually, I let her have her space, but she was spiraling farther and farther into depression. She was of no use to me there.
I watched her for quite some time, in that other place, between one reality and the next. Gwen was a problem for me. One I really should eliminate. At best she was a distraction. At worst, a sharp annoyance. I felt a certain responsibility for her, though, and it irritated me endlessly. It wasn’t really my fault she was changing. She’d bitten me, not the other way around. Conscience prickled. It was my blood changing her.
The moment I shifted back into her reality, her spine stiffened and her head came up as if pulled by an invisible string. She scrubbed the heel of her hand hard against her swollen eyes and sniffed back her tears. “Go away, Grim. I’m not in the mood to deal with you.” She enunciated each word so carefully, as if afraid her voice might break. She wouldn’t shatter in front of me. I liked her for that.
“You’re much prettier when your face isn’t all puffy and red.” I perched on the headstone directly across from her and studied her with a critical eye. “You look horrible. Have you bothered to brush your hair this week?” She glared at me. The girl had no respect for her elders. No fear, either. I rather liked her for that, too. Most of the time.
“Nope. I’m thinking I might stop brushing my teeth while I’m at it.” There were hollows beneath her eyes and her face seemed slightly thinner. It might have been a trick of the light, but she had a drawn, used-up look about her. She’d not been sleeping well
“Look, sweetheart, I know you’re grief-stricken, and all that, but I need you to brace both feet and pull your head out of your ass.” I nodded toward the graves she knelt beside. “There’s nothing in those holes, but rotten flesh. They’re not here.” She flinched as if I’d slapped her.
“They’re not here because of you,” she snarled. She came quickly to her feet, hands balled into fists. Ah, there it was, that glorious temper of hers. Better her rage than her grief. Something else was there, too. The first glimmer of red in her pupils. It slid across her eyes as gently as a shadow slips across the moon. There and gone. The glimmer of red was my problem. No human should have the eyes of a Reaper.
I was happy to see her anger. It beat the hell out of the hollowed-out, broken look she’d adopted since losing her only friend. “You might as well stop wallowing in self-pity. There wasn’t anything I could have done for her, and certainly nothing you could have done, except get yourself killed.” I was a bastard for pushing her like this, but I refused to feel guilty about it. Sometimes it takes a bastard to get the job done.
“If you hadn’t kidnapped Izzy in the first place and dropped her into Fate’s lap, she’d still be alive.” Her cheeks were flushed with more than the cold. If I concentrated, I could hear the rush of blood as her heart picked up. Much better.
“If I hadn’t done it, another Reaper would have. I thought I could help her if I was the one who took her. I thought I could help them both, but I was wrong. You have my humble apologies on all counts.” As much as it galled me to admit it, my part in Izzy’s death may have been my biggest regret, but it was mine to deal with. My intentions had been good, no matter what anyone thought.
“If you hadn’t taken me away in the first place, I could’ve stopped her.” She really believed it. She clung to that idiotic notion.
“Asher couldn’t even stop her.” Her eyes flickered. Was anything I said getting through her thick head? Did anything I’d said to her register? Probably not. “Her death was beautiful, Gwen. She destroyed her enemies in a blaze fire and glory. You can’t ask for much more than that. I was actually rather proud of her.”
“Her death was shit and you know it. Fate got away, and Izzy and her dad both died.”
Apparently, there was no getting through to her. I don’t know why I bothered. “She saved you. She saved Asher. It was enough for her.”
Gwen chuckled, and it had a brittle quality to it. “I’m not stupid. She didn’t save me for long. I’m surprised no one has come knocking at my door, yet.” She eyed me suspiciously. “Or is that what brings you around? Come to clean up your mess?” There was a hard edge to her voice. It wasn’t in any danger of breaking, now.
“You think I’m here to kill you?” I must admit, her words stung a tad. Granted, I’d thought about it, but I thought we understood each other better than that.
The girl sighed heavily. The anger was draining away, and the apathy was returning. “The thought occurred to me. I’m sure, after what happened with Izzy, nobody wants a human with Reaper blood running around. It’s such a terrible inconvenience to everyone. Abomination. Isn’t that what you called her? Is that what I am, too?” I squirmed a little beneath her blue-eyed scrutiny.
“I may have been somewhat hasty in my judgment, but you have to admit humans and Reapers are a dangerous mix. They’re unpredictable, at best.”
“And a liability, at worst,” she finished for me.
There was a deadened look to her eyes which bothered me. Once you got past the flash of raw anger, the spark which made her so unique was almost gone. I didn’t like it. I hopped down off the tombstone. “You’re right. You have the life-expectancy of a fruit fly. Is that what you want to hear?” Her eyes widened. I half-expected her to make a run for it, but she stood her ground. She should have run from me.
I stood a breath away from her, made sure I invaded her personal space as much as possible. She didn’t flinch away as I ran my hand from her cheek to the column of her throat. Her flesh was warm compared to the harsh, late autumn wind whipping around us. My fingers pressed, just so, against the smooth skin. Her heart beat picked up in triple-time rhythm against my fingertips. “I could kill you, if you wanted me to. You’d be out of your misery. No more crying beside her grave. No more haunting her old house like a pathetic ghost. No more pain,” I said softly. “What do you think?”
She wet her lips carefully, and gave me the longest stare. I refused to drop my gaze. “I think you’re trying to turn yourself on.”
Surprised, I had to laugh as I dropped my hand. “I know you aren’t indifferent to me, so don’t pretend you are.”
“I never said I was indifferent to you, Grim. I have a healthy and active dislike for you. Don’t ever forget it.” There was a tiny half-smile playing about her lips as she took a step away from me. She looked up at the iron-grey sky and heaved a tired sigh. “I’ve never liked November. It’s a dead month, you know? It’s just sort of a let-down after Halloween is over. There’s nothing to look forward to.” Her shoulders slumped and the fire went out of her eyes as she turned away from me and walked back to her car. “I’m tired. Tired to the bone, and I don’t feel like fighting with you. Nice try, though.” Well, hell.
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