Super-Cat Strikes at Book Trailers

If you’re as exhausted as I am, here, have a 56-second-long video of my super-cat kitty-crashing my book trailer (she just can’t help herself) –>

She stole that video! BUT! I have others that use ALL THE DRAMA!

All.

The.

Drama.

For real.

BEHOLD the vast theatrics that leapt from my brain!

PRETEND I’M HIM (30 secs of craziness that I deleted from my previous post unless you got to it in time)–>

YOUR ENEMY ISN’T FINISHED WITH YOU 46 secs of ALL the dramatics! Oh, the dramatics… I can’t stop giggling –>

NOW HE WANTS YOU… 56 secs –>

And the longest one, which is 1min 16secs and shows an actual excerpt from the orc book:

Oh, dammit, there is also the poor trailer I’ve neglected because it got an UNLIKE on youtube! Here is the poor unliked baby (around 45 secs) –>

I hope these brought you some little joy. I am really struggling this week myself (ran out of money for food but managed to scrounge up enough to pay for some extremely discounted veggie buffet 3 days this week if I can wait until 15mins before they close (at 8pm) to eat πŸ˜€ COUNTING DOWN THOSE MINUTES!). Never fear, I get paid Friday (yay for past Sonya who toiled at the dayjob so that future Sonya can eat!), and I still have some walnuts and chocolate for during the day as long as I ration them.

Fun times πŸ˜€

Thrice the shadow. [No, I still do not know what this means]

OH! After practicing ALL THE DRAMA with the videos, I rewrote my Heiress of Magic book description:

ESSENCE
They shun her as a beautiful monster, with her scarlet eyes and bone-white hair.
But Essence singlehandedly sustains the Seventh Demesne walls, protecting the walled city from a gray-skinned, sharp-toothed race that seeks to invade.
However, haunted by her solitude, she seeks solace in letters from a young mage in a distant demesne.
Something isn’t right with him, though, or with his magic.
And then he appears in her city… and he offers her the one thing she cannot resist: love.

LYSIUM
Enslaved by the guild, I ache for freedom.
But the guildmaster magically imprisoned my soul inside amber, and I must be obedient to him, always, ever.
Docile, sweet, and beautiful, I must never let myself scar, for my beauty is all my worth.
A beautiful thing, I am commanded to dance with my beautiful husband.
A guild slave like I, he never smiles, and yet every night, he loves me inside moments that are marred by breathless and unfathomable melancholy.
But every day, in the softest way, I escape: into clandestine moments in the park with another man I’m sure is–
–something I must never speak.
Because this thing is so forbidden that, every night, a shadow enters my room and steals these moments from my life.

MELYNDA
A mediocre sorceress at best, Melynda nevertheless desperately tries to protect both Lysium and Essence.
But she must contend with the guildmaster who posesses the souls of her children.
She must fend off the master of mages who craves more power.
All while resolving the mystery of her assassin lover, a man with an unknown past who’s been concealing an unexplained power.

THE ENEMY
Outside the Seventh Demesne, a spirit–once the queen consort of mankind’s foe–strives to save humankind.
But her lover, the enemy king, has spread his plans throughout the kingdom like a spider web.
Now he watches. And waits.
Then he acts.

And the city is not prepared.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN! Here it is on Amazon, Barnes&Noble, apple iBooks, Kobo, Smashwords, and Hoopla.

Be kind, this week, everyone! Especially to yourself! It’s sometimes HARD slogging through.

All the love to you all πŸ™‚

Aaaaand if you want to give me some love (or feed me πŸ˜€ since I’m always low on food), you can send $1 via buy me a coffee (or send more), or to support me monthly, you can join the patreon (which I’ve been seriously neglecting, alas), or get daily snippets I like to share on Facebook (*cough, cough* ALSO severely neglected), check out my books I don’t want anyone to buy, or join the newsletter I haven’t been sending (but intend to). THANK YOU for any and all love!

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When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.

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When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.

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