Monday, October 30, 2017

Please Welcome Deborah A. Bailey as She Tells Us About Her Paranormal Romance Novella, ONCE UPON A PRINCESS: BEAUTY AND THE FAUN

Once Upon a Princess: Beauty and the Faun

In this short and sexy "fairy tale" paranormal romance novella, a princess finds that love with a shifter hero is not without complications - but there is always a happily-ever-after.
Kayla, a poor young woman runs away when her rich uncle and aunt arrange her marriage to a shifter prince from another land. Her uncle needs gold to settle his debts and the king is offering a great reward if he can obtain a willing bride for his son.
But Kayla's plans to hide in the Great Forest hit a snag when two mischievous fauns find her and deliver her to a very sexy faun shifter who is ready to teach Kayla a thing or two about life and love.

(Also available on Kindle Unlimited)

Excerpt 

What are you fellows doing here?" A man walked out of the darkness and stood with his hands perched on his hips. About a foot and a half taller than Ren and Loren, he also had small horns and pointed ears. "Who is this?"
"I don't know. She was running away," Ren said.
"Then cut her loose," the man ordered.
Loren complied, easily cutting through the limbs holding her in place. A few hacks and Kayla fell to the ground.
"Thank you," she rubbed her arms, then slowly came to her feet. "I was telling them that I was running away." When she looked up, she noticed that they were all examining her with the same smile on their faces.
Kayla looked down and immediately wanted to run away again. All her clothes were gone, the remains were tattered bits of cloth on the ground. "Oh my! Stop looking." She wrapped her arms across her chest. Then realized that wasn't exactly covering everything, so she moved one hand further down.
"That's not helping," Ren said.
"I still don’t understand why she didn’t wear clothes when she ran away," Loren remarked.
"That tree – bush – whatever tore them off me." Kayla stamped her foot, unable to gesture without revealing everything. "I'm cold. Can we have this discussion another time?"
"You're right," the man bowed to her. "My name is Del. I'll take you somewhere to get warm."
"Del? That's an odd name," she remarked.
"Not as odd as being a naked woman in the forest after midnight. Unless of course she was here to meet a few satyrs."
"Well, I'm not." The nerve of him! "Is that what you are?"
The boys laughed, but stopped when they saw Del's annoyed expression.
"My good lady, I'm a faun. So are Ren and Loren. You come into my forest and compare me to a satyr? I should leave you right here." 

Sunday, October 29, 2017

Now Available in Print! SKY TITANS, Deities Book 1


SKY TITANS
Deities, Book 1
Contemporary Fantasy/Apocalyptic Romance

Word Count: 34.8K
$2.99 e / $9.99 p


It's time for the earth to be cleansed.

Released after eons of being imprisoned and tortured, Aeron and his three brothers are ordered by the remaining old gods to bring the Apocalypse upon the world. Humanity has failed them too many times, and the Reckoning is overdue.

As the deity of the air and sky, it's Aeron's duty to bring about massive storms to wipe out civilization. Tornadoes, hurricanes, lightning - all are at his bidding, and Aeron is more than willing to do whatever he is requested to do. He will mete out the worst he can conjure, as long as it means he'll no longer be bound within the hot, dark confines deep within the bowels of the Earth.

Ceris Shahan is terrified of flying. But when the president of the company demands she be at the summit conference clear across the continent the next day, she has no choice but to take the next plane out. If her phobia wasn't debilitating enough, they run into turbulence that doesn't end. Tossed about, bruised and injured amid the ugly black clouds that continue to engulf them, she and the other passengers soon realize they will not survive.

When Ceris spots a figure outside the window, a man who appears to be standing amid the thunderheads and is surrounded by an aura of light, she starts to doubt her own sanity. Yet, when the man turns to find her staring at him, the look of stunned disbelief on his face is undeniable.

She shouldn't be able to see him, but she can. Realizing what this could mean, Aeron decides to risk everything, even his freedom, to rescue and protect the woman from the annihilation of all mankind.

Warning! Contains scenes of mass destruction, two apples, the plane ride from hell, stainless steel, extreme arrogance, an odd utility tool, and two people hoping for a future, any kind of future, as long as they can share it together.


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Friday, October 27, 2017

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Now Available as an Audiobook! EVERY MEMORY OF YOU, a Sweet Paranormal/Fantasy Romance

Now Available as an Audiobook!

EVERY MEMORY OF YOU

Sweet Paranormal/Fantasy Romance
Word Count: 34.7K
$2.99 e / $9.99 p / $14.95 a

Narrated by Tom Taverna
Length: 3 hrs, 36 min
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Traveling with the circus since he was twelve, the carny life was all Toby Pach knew, the only place he fit in. From strong man to clean-up crew, he had many jobs, but he spent most of his time working with the elephants, who he had more in common with than most people knew.

When Toby sees the newest act and member of the family, a dark-haired beauty named Kai, he's enamored. Could she be the one who will accept him, both sides of him?

Kai Omanpang, one half of a knife-throwing act, is tired of traveling from one Big Top to another. She's ready to settle down, ready to put down some roots, but she can't convince her father of that. Maybe this circus will be different, and they will be part of the main event after all. When she meets Tobias the Mighty, she's intrigued by the gentle giant, but he has secrets.


With an unexpected onslaught of protestors, shootings, and a string of bad luck, something's got to give. Is it the newcomers' fault? Or is it time to hang up the ringmaster hat once and for all? Circuses are a dying pastime, but the memories they incur will last a lifetime.

Warning! Contains shattered glass, vengeful head-butting, shared secrets, carving watermelons from fifteen feet away, chili and beans (and meatloaf on Tuesdays!), physical and emotional loss, and one man fighting himself to let the woman he's come to love learn his darkest secrets.

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Monday, October 23, 2017

Please Welcome Acacia K. Parker as She Talks About Her Paranormal Romance, DELIGHTFULLY WITCHY


Delightfully Witchy
A Delightfully Witchy Novel
Book One
Acacia K. Parker

Genre: Paranormal Romance /
Action and Adventure

Publisher: Parker Publishing

Date of Publication: 9/14/2017

ISBN: 978-0-9989444-4-9
ASIN: B071SLRNVS

Number of pages: 417
Word Count: 135,000

Cover Artist: Acacia K. Parker

Tagline: Not everyone is good at being a witch.

Book Description:

Looking for true love? Having dreams you need to recall more clearly? How about that pesky curse that just won’t go away? Let Delightfully Witchy Herbal Shop conjure up the perfect charm for you!

Meet Emerson Harper—herbalist, shop owner, witch—exceptional at the first two, not so much on the last. She finds there are perks to living a quiet life, especially when those perks involve Lincoln Summers walking into her shop asking for a rare Stone. Powerful, wealthy, and famous, she finds it hard to resist selling him what he seeks when those dazzling blue eyes of his linger a little too long.

What Lincoln failed to mention, however, is someone evil is looking for the Stone; a witch who now has Emmie in his sights. Luckily, Emmie made more of an impression on the sexy stranger than she realized, and when he comes to her rescue she finds herself suddenly pulled into Lincoln’s world of dark magic and buried secrets.

In the fight to reclaim their lives—and save the world from a deranged witch hell-bent on destruction—Emmie is thrust into a journey of mystery, peril, and self-discovery, only to learn that sometimes . . .

All magic needs is a little push.

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What Is It About Delightfully Witchy That Makes It So Special?

I have to admit, Delightfully Witchy was a huge risk for me - not only does it entail characters I didn't know for long, I was moving into a genre I hadn't expected to get into ... ever.

Here's the backstory: I'd just finished writing my debut novel RECESS (which will be re-released for a second edition at the end of this month), I realized I was burnt out. I'd been writing it for years - over and over and over again - and while I loved the story and the characters, I needed a break. A break for a writer, though, can mean death (in a very nonliteral sense of the term). I recognized that a break for me actually meant a break not from writing, but from the series - I needed a breather, but I didn't want to stop writing. 

Much like most other things in our lives, writing is like a muscle - you have to keep doing it to get better and stronger. 

So, after I finished RECESS (for the first time), I sat down and thought about what I could do to keep that muscle working. I knew a few things; I didn't want to do another dark series - I wanted something light, fun, and sexy as hell. I wanted to stay in the paranormal realm, and I wanted to create a world much like our own with an added kick - witches. 

Boom. Out came Emerson Harper - a witch who isn't good at being a witch. 

Emerson is very unlike most of the characters I've thought up in my head - she's not always put together, she's a bit awkward, she's not powerful or strong, and she's unsure of herself. But, somehow, I knew I needed to tell her story just the way she was ... flawed, imperfect, yet beautiful in her own right.

And I think that's why Delightfully Witchy is so special to me. It's my first novel in the paranormal romance genre, and as I wrote her story I quickly realized how much I loved this world I'd created. I couldn't believe I hadn't dabbled in it before, and I wondered why I'd waited so long to try my hand in a genre I read quite often. Plus, I love Emerson - she was so much fun to write as - and it was exciting to write as a character who is so different than my main protagonist in RECESS. In truth, I think Emerson may be one of my favorites (but don't tell any of the others that).

While I openly admit I'm not perfect (and the story isn't either), I ended up falling madly in love with Delightfully Witchy for more reasons than I can explain here. I wanted action and adventure mixed with some seriously sexy scenes and a plot that will keep you guessing until the end. I'm not sure if I managed it (I hope I did), but either way ... the story ended up fixing itself a special place in my hear that I don't think is going to go away anytime soon.

Excerpt:

I awoke screaming and scared, feeling like I was locked in that trunk again, bound and unsure of the outcome. I was dazed. I knew I was awake, but it was still hard to tell what was real. I felt the mattress underneath me, and the clothes that smelled of spices and were faintly musky and sweaty. There was a light beside the bed I could turn on to show that I was perfectly safe. None of that mattered, though, because I was frantic, tears falling down my face, trying to get out of the confined space that had me caged in.
Someone was talking to me, calmly and evenly. Whoever it was grabbed my arms and lifted them, moving me so my back was to a chest, clearly not my sister’s. I yanked my arms to get free, but whoever had me was too strong, the voice continuing to speak, telling me I was all right, that I was safe, and there wasn’t anything to be worried about.
“Emmie, it’s just a dream, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Lincoln. It was Lincoln’s voice that finally trickled through, and I realized where I was. He had his arms wrapped around me, holding me still so I wouldn’t hurt myself—or him, for that matter. My head was somewhere near the crook of his neck as I craned it back, looking up at the black ceiling, its endless depths forbidding and ominous. Tears fell, my breathing was labored, and my heart raced. He never moved, even as my legs kicked the blankets away, hating myself for allowing this to happen.
When I finally got myself to calm down, Lincoln turned me and without a word pulled me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his waist, listening to his heartbeat as it hammered violently in his chest. With his head resting on mine, I barely felt the stubble scratching at my forehead, abrasive but welcome.
“You scared me.” His voice was throaty, like he’d just woken up himself. “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” I managed to say, pulling back, noticing the light on the nightstand was on, dim in the darkness. “I’m so, so sorry. That was—”
“Expected . . . considering.” He shrugged, his hand on my shoulder as I wiped the tears off my face.
“I guess it’s a good thing I don’t sleep naked,” I giggled, trying to lighten the mood.
“I think that depends on who you’re asking.” He smirked.
And I blushed, of course. I was feeling all warm and cozy with his hand still on my shoulder and then I noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Good Lord. Trust me, it was everything I ever thought it would be. No, it was definitely better. He was perfect; chiseled chest, washboard abs, thick arms, and a dark line of hair leading from his belly button until it disappeared underneath his pajama pants. I’m pretty sure if I kept looking I was going to start drooling, literally, and that would be . . . just no. 
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing! It’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t look like nothing,” he said, raising his brows.
“It’s not important,” I answered nervously, biting my lower lip.
“Are you sure?”
“Yep.” I nodded. “I’m sure.”
“Ok.” He squeezed my shoulder lightly.


About the Author:

Acacia has been what some may call a "gypsy" for most of her life. With her father serving in the Air Force for twenty years, she's enjoyed many different homes in many different states, with a decent portion of her life lived overseas in Germany. Always one to be creative, she has been drawing since she could write, and writing has become a passion of hers since her teenage years where she discovered she loved telling stories and creating eccentric characters.

Currently residing in Phoenix, AZ with her husband Shawn and their two golden retrievers, Boomer and Sookie, the duo find any excuse to enjoy the weather (when it's permitted), and you can often find the them scuba diving (their favorite place is the Florida Keys), hiking, visiting one of the many beautiful lakes Arizona has to offer or finding winding, dirt roads to discover. Unfortunately, it's not all fun and games. A good chunk of Acacia's time is taken up to complete her Bachelors in Business Management at Grand Canyon University - although procrastination does ensue.

In her writing adventures, Acacia hopes that one day her stories may inspire others to follow their dreams - no matter how crazy they may seem.







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Sunday, October 22, 2017

Six on Sunday - BLOOD TENDERLY, a Paranormal Horror Romance

Six paragraphs from BLOOD TENDERLY, a paranormal horror romance by Linda Mooney written as Gail Smith.

1. 
He tracked her, making sure she neither saw him nor heard him. Anger slowly boiled inside him. He could not tolerate her being here. These were his woods, his domain, and other than the animals that he used as a food source, no one else was allowed to be here. It would be interesting to see where she was going. To see if she was visiting, or a deliberate trespasser. Because if she had set down roots, he would need to deal with her intrusion, and quickly.

2. Something gouged her flesh, starting at the top of her shoulder and running down the side of her arm to her elbow. It was quick but not deep. Lark felt a flash of pain and clutched her arm as the burning hit her.

3. “Why? Why do you want me to die? What have I done?” She tried again to dislodge it, without success. “Why are you being such a son of a bitch?”

4. His anger manifested itself. Maul let out a bone-chilling roar as he expanded, growing larger and more menacing. Turning the air around them into a seething whirlwind and sending leaves, limbs, and dirt flying. Lark threw her arms up to protect her face, but the debris cut into her exposed skin and clothes. She felt needle-sharp pricks embedding themselves into her hair, down to her scalp. Fearful that opening her mouth to protest would cause the stuff to fly up into it, she kept low and stayed mute.

5. She’d almost told him how her trips were becoming almost impossible. If the trek was mostly along a roadway, or on somewhat level terrain, she wouldn’t have as much difficulty. But most of the land she had to navigate was hilly and often rocky, requiring her to climb as well as hike. The little amount of money she made off of her figurines went directly to buy staples she needed from the market, which meant she didn’t have enough to spare for a motel room. Because she couldn’t make it back to the cabin that far and in the dark, she always had to find a safe place to spend the night. Sometimes that was up in a tree. Otherwise she could be attacked by wild dogs or other animals. 

6. Your blood is warm.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Please Welcome Shereen Vedam as She Tells Us About Her Epic Fantasy Romance, HIDDEN, Tales of Ryca, Book 1


Hidden
Tales of Ryca
Book 1
Shereen Vedam

Genre: Epic Fantasy Romance

Date of Publication:  October 10, 2017

ISBN: 978-0-9953447-2-3
ASIN: 978-0-9953447-2-3

Number of pages: 346
Word Count: 82,380

Cover Artist: Wicked By Design

Book Description:

Come out, come out, wherever you are...

A fugitive from an evil sorcerer, GILLY hides among shadows, tortured by memories of the family she lost. Her twisted leg is both a hindrance and a reminder of her tragic past. For twenty-three years, she disguises herself as an eccentric goat herder and lives alone at the edge of an idyllic village. Who would notice her here?

From a distance, she keeps a maternal eye on her only remaining sister, ANNA. But in a moment of crisis, her fantasy of safety is shattered. Her use of magic lifts the veil and now she and Anna must flee again. The evil sorcerer, and the malevolent King he serves, are on their scent.

A perilous journey across unknown terrain with family, friends and strangers, leads Gilly and Anna back to the beginning. To discover hidden secrets, earn forgiveness for past discretions and perhaps even find enduring love. If they manage to stay alive long enough.


Excerpt:
She crouched beside him and whispered, “Stand up.”
He lay unmoving.
With a frustrated cry, she slung his left arm around her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” He slurred the question around a swollen lip and a missing tooth.
“Getting you out of here.” She tried to lift him and buckled under his weight. For such a slender man, he was heavy. “You need to stand.”
“No.” His gaze trained on the white stallion, he removed his arm from around her shoulder. “He’ll be back. Leave me. Leave Nadym. Not safe here anymore.”
“Fine, I’ll go. But with you.”
“No!” His rejection was vehement. “Let me die. I deserve it.”
Gilly sat back in shock. “No one deserves to die.” She said the words with force and then glanced at the frightened crowd on the street. Had anyone heard? No, the din was too loud, thank the Light. Gilly moved his arm back across her shoulder. “You will not die. I won’t let you.” She needed to get him off the porch, away from watchful eyes.
 “Stop it.” His protest was fainter this time and his eyes were closed. Any moment now he would be a dead weight.
She debated stringing together a spell to lighten his weight. It was either that or drag him, which would be slower and louder. Before she came to a satisfactory conclusion, someone lifted Tom's other arm. She gasped in fright before recognizing Anna’s scowling face.
Her sister appeared none too pleased to be back out here.
Gilly’s emotions rocked from relief to horror. She feared her heart was permanently lodged in her throat. “Why can’t you ever listen to me?”
“Do you want help or not?”
“Yes!”
“Then shut up and lift. I don’t know why I bothered to help your ungrateful butt. And don’t expect a repeat of the gesture. We’re done once we leave the village. I only came as a “thank you” for coming for me. Now and before.” She paused to gulp in air, as if admitting to the role Gilly played in both those rescues was tougher than hauling Tom.

About the Author:

Once upon a time, Shereen Vedam read fantasy and romance novels to entertain herself. Now she writes heartwarming tales braided with threads of magic and love and mystery elements woven in for good measure. She's a fan of resourceful women, intriguing men, and happily-ever-after endings. If her stories whisk you away to a different realm for a few hours, then Shereen will have achieved one of her life goals.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2017

New! BLOOD TENDERLY, a Paranormal Horror Romance by Linda Mooney Writing as Gail Smith


BLOOD TENDERLY
Paranormal Horror Romance
by Linda Mooney (writing as Gail Smith)
Word Count:  11K
$1.99 e / $6.99 p


With the cold weather quickly setting in, Lark is trying to ensure she has what she needs to make it through another bone-chilling winter in the cabin in the woods, but something has decided to pay her a visit. The question is, who? Or better yet, what?

There is a human invading his sanctuary, and he is determined to get rid of her. Humans in the past have left of their own accord, but not without a threat from him. However, this one is proving difficult. But she’ll go. One way or another, he will make her.

The thing is demanding that Lark leave, but she has nowhere to go. No one who cares.  So she's determined to stand her ground.

After all, what does she have to lose, besides her life?

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Friday, October 13, 2017

Please Welcome Deborah Bailey as She Tells Us About Her Paranormal Fairy Tale, ONCE UPON A PRINCESS: Heart of Stone

I'm excited to share that my new short novella, Once Upon A Princess: Heart of Stone is now on sale on Amazon.com. It's book one of a two-book series.
For a limited time the book will be available for 99 cents on Amazon. If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read it for free.
Check it out here: http://amzn.to/2yeXvlJ
Book two will be out in a few weeks! So watch out for the details about that. :)

(This book will be exclusive to Amazon for the time being. But book two will be available on other bookseller sites.)

Once Upon a Princess: Heart of Stone

In this short and sexy "fairy tale" novella, a princess finds that love with a shifter hero is not without complications – but there is always a happily-ever-after.

(No cliff-hangers. The story is complete. Mature readers only.)

"Heart of Stone"

In the ruins of a country destroyed by a curse. Princess Leesa goes looking for a way to help her people. Desperate to find an item of value to trade for supplies, she trespasses into an abandoned palace.

There, she finds more than she bargained for when she encounters a lonely Gargoyle who offers to provide her with everything she needs, for a price.

If she's willing to pay it, she may find the love she's been looking for. Or she may lose it, forever. 

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Please Welcome Collin Piprell as He Talks About His Sci-Fi Mystery Thriller, GENESIS 2.0


Genesis 2.0
Magic Circles Series
Book 2
Collin Piprell

Genre: Sci-Fi, Mystery Thriller

Publisher: Common Deer Press

Date of Publication: October 5, 2017

ISBN: 9781988761039

Number of pages: 660

Cover Artist: Ellie Sipila

Book Description:

A nanobot superorganism lays waste to the Earth. Is this the apocalypse? Or does the world’s end harbor new beginnings?

Life will always find a way. Though some ways are better than others.

Evolution on steroids and crack cocaine —the most significant development since inanimate matter first gave rise to life.

You can’t predict novel evolutionary developments, you recognize them only after they emerge.

Then you have to deal with them.



Excerpt 2 (445 words)
despatch from hell ~ chickenman’s brag
FIRST I should introduce myself.
The name is Brian Finister, sometimes known in the old days as Brian the Evil Canadian. And that was quite some time ago, because I’m a hundred and thirteen years old. Can you believe it? I look no more than forty. Same as back in Worlds UnLtd which, after all, was Aeolia’s predecessor, I can present myself as any age I want.
Or any ages, come to that. Back in the Worlds, I was a dab hand at running two teleps at once. Telepresent Ebee Projections Were Us, eh? Same-same in the mallster holotanks. Aside from Sky herself, nobody could do it the way I did. I was here, I was there, I was nearly everyfuckingwhere, with no one ever the wiser.
“Chicken Man!”
That was Sweetie. I’ve recorded her interjection because I’m going to have to explain all this later. For the record, I’ve replied thusly:
“Shut the fuck up, Sweetie.”
“Hee, hee.’ Her again.
Boilerplate response: “Shut the fuck up, Sweetie.”
I was talking about running multiple teleps at the same time. What I’m doing here is all that and more.
Get this. Right now I’m lurking here in my hideyhole, snug as a bug in a rug. Safely nowhere that is anywhere, while another me sits downstairs in Boon Doc’s Bar, my headquarters these past eighty years or more, one hand on a beer glass and the other on one of Keeow’s tits.
Anybody goes looking for me, it’s the scendent Brian downstairs they’re going to find. Meanwhile, the better part of scendent me is parked upstairs here in this counterfeit La-Z-Boy with what looks like a PC on my lap. In fact this is a contraband GeezEeezee writer/editor keyboard that ascended to Aeolia along with me and the rest of Soi Awol circa Bangkok 1984. Never mind this GeezEeezee All-in-one Instant Author is an anomaly — it didn’t come on the market till forty-odd years after 1984 — it’s an obsolete piece of shit nobody’s used for thirty years. Still, I like the feel of the thing. Sometimes the old ways are just better.
So why bother writing this stuff? These despatches are a history, an account of things Aeolian for readers I can’t even imagine sometime down the road. What creatures, in what future world, are ever going to read it? Maybe machines. Or cockroaches. Probably nobody.
Wallpaper can’t read. And the posits don’t want to. Don’t need to, they think.
That’s here in Aeolia. Call it Genesis Take Two, eh? Godhood gone to Sky’s head. Never mind there are bugs in the heavenly ointment, only some of which she recognizes.




About the Author:

Collin Piprell is a Canadian writer resident in Thailand. He has also lived in England, where he did graduate work as a Canada Council Doctoral Fellow (later, a Social Sciences and Humanities Fellow) in politics and philosophy at Pembroke College, Oxford; and in Kuwait, where he learned to sail, water-ski and make a credible red wine in plastic garbage bins.

In earlier years, he worked at a wide variety of occupations, including four jobs as a driller and stope leader in mines and tunnels in Ontario and Quebec. In later years he taught writing courses at Thammasat University, Bangkok, freelanced as a writer and editor, and published hundreds of articles on a wide variety of topics (most of these pieces are pre-digital, hence effectively written on the wind). He is also the author of short stories that appeared in Asian anthologies and magazines, as well as five novels (a sixth forthcoming in 2018), a collection of short stories, a collection of occasional pieces, a diving guide to Thailand, another book on diving, and a book on Thailand’s coral reefs. He has also co-authored a book on Thailand’s national parks.

Common Deer Press is publishing the first three novels in his futuristic Magic Circles series.

Collin has another short novel nearly ready to go, something he only reluctantly describes as magic realism. Less nearly ready to go are novels he describes as a series of metaphysical thrillers. Not to mention several Jack Shackaway comic thrillers, follow-ups to Kicking Dogs. He also has a half-finished letter to his grandmother, dated 10 October 1991, saying thanks for the birthday gift.

Website/blog: www.collinpiprell.com






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