by Harper | Apr 19, 2017 | Uncategorized
“YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WAAAAAANT…”
Welp, I didn’t win the whole kit’n kaboodle at Chanticleer Reviews, but I was still a semi-finalist amongst who knows how many entries and that’s still pretty damned cool. My first book, which got almost no recognition in the world of paranormal romance struck a chord with someone and I will take that as motivation to push forward with my Tribe Novels. I’m damned proud of the world I created and I believe that if I work hard enough, some of you will grow to love it as I do.
That said, I’m embarking on the same mad mission that I did last year – to write two books at once. Along with that are the short stories for the two anthologies I’m contributing to (one of them under my own brand new, shiny publishing label, Satin & Stone Publications) and a first ever attempt at a serial for my newsletter subscribers. For those of you who read “The Holler” and its included excerpt of the sequel “The River” you might be wondering how your favorite judgmental horned owl is faring. So join the newsletter and you’ll find out. And yes, he’s still a judgmental shit.
So I’m writing Matchetehew’s book “The River” as well as Tank’s book, “The Mountain” with a hope of releasing both this year. I’m so excited for you to read Tank and to finally put a face to the bullheaded ass deputy with my first ever exclusive model on the cover, Nathan Hainline. It’s amazing and I want to show you, but you’re going to have to wait. I know… it’s killing me, too.
My upcoming short stories are completely different, one a dark PNR re-write of a classic and the other a PNR rom com for a series I plan to start… one day. With all that said, I’d better get off of here and get to work. I’ll see you all down at the river later. I’ll bring the ‘shine and you bring your company, and Maka be merciful, we’ll all make it through another night in Wright’s Holler.
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by Harper | Feb 27, 2017 | Uncategorized
Sorry, I couldn’t resist. But I would like to thank Chanticleer Reviews for naming my novel “The Spirit” as a finalist for best PNR of 2016. The final winners will be announced on April 1st (who does that?) and I’m keeping all my crossables crossed.
I know I said Harper’s Harlots Street Team is dead and so it is. Alas, my PA is a persistent little thing and with her prodding, a new reader group has been born. Feel free to join us for WIP excerpts, bad movie watch alongs and randomness about my life inside and outside of writing. If I’m going to make a fool of myself, I prefer to have an audience.
I’ve begun work on the two short stories I’m submitting to anthologies this year, both due on the same day (July 31) and both 20000 words. Eek. All this in the midst of a summer move to the coast and I’m running around waiting for my ass to catch up with the rest of me. “Hotel Paranormal” is light-hearted PNR/Erotica and my story for that work will feature Anu, a creature from a series I’ve been plotting for some time. Once I’ve reached my goals for The Tribe books, you’ll be hearing more from him. And Jericho. And Christopher. And Mutt. And the 345396 other voices/stories/worlds in my head.
The second story is of my own creation, for the 1st anthology being published by my own label, Satin & Stone. It’s for charity and I’m so proud of this lineup of authors and this theme and I wish I could share so badly. But alas, it will be a surprise best served closer to the release date. I can tell you that the anthology is called “Savage Hearts” and you’re going to love it.
I think that’s all for now from the holler. Don’t be afraid to drop me a line and say ‘hi’. I’ll have a fresh jar of shine waiting for you.
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by Harper | Feb 1, 2017 | Uncategorized
So much has been done and so much still to do, dear readers! My website has a fresh, new look, complete with a store so that you can easily buy print copies as they’re available. The blog has been updated with a cleaner format (as you can see).
The first three installments of the Tribe Novels are being re-edited and re-published and will be available made available again on Amazon. I’m also fighting with Amazon on making “The Blanket” free permanently. All three shall reappear shortly, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, under the label of my bright, shiny new publishing company. I’m also working on two new Tribe novellas, the third Tribe novel and a new venture… a contemporary taboo romance. Eek! Add all this two the two other PNR series I’m plotting and I’m looking at a busy year!
And on that note: I have officially opened my own publishing company. Satin & Stone Publications will open with the republish of the Tribe Novels and will debut it’s first anthology this Halloween. I’m amazingly excited about the list of authors signed on to the project and all profits will be going to THIS CHARITY. I’ve got two other authors signed on to my label, both amazingly talented and I’m honored they’re letting me publish their work. You’re going to love them.
Also-if you haven’t already seen it-as part of Satin & Stone, I’m designing book covers. You don’t need to be under my label to purchase, but it certainly helps if you’re a member of the GROUP so that you can see all the new pretties that I put up. Once a cover is gone it’s gone!
I think that’s all for now, dear readers. below I’ll drop the links to all the new endeavors and I’ll be sure to keep you up to date on all the happenings that are… happening. Until next time.
by Harper | Jul 1, 2014 | Uncategorized
My more macabre nature took hold tonight and I found myself inspired by the two sentence horror format. I wonder if there’s a precedent for a writer who creates both romance and horror?
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I watched her slipping further away through the shimmering chill of the frigid water, her fingers still reaching for mine. A grim satisfaction filled my mind, until I remembered which of us was sinking.
I was relieved beyond comprehension when the pain stopped, my mind blissfully quiet for those precious seconds. Until the voices came back to haunt me and I had to start cutting her again.
My children watched silently, their eyes unblinking pits of onyx hellfire as they sorted through the fresh entrails they’d spilled from their mother’s corpse. I’ve never been so proud.
It was horrible to look at, dark and misshapen, hideous and appalling, reaching for me as I pressed my hand out to touch the thing.. to prove to myself that no such creature could exist. Hesitant fingers trembled toward it’s own deformed digits but, instead of withered skin, my fingertips met with a pane of freshly polished mirror.
I hid my loneliness in endless hours watching mindless comedies, my solitary laughter hiding my pain. Until a rough chuckle echoed back to me from down the hall.
Running my hand over the smooth leather binding of the book, my thumb followed its oiled cover and turned the volume to examine its spine with a coveting eye. It was a prize for my collection, bound in human skin and I was thrilled with my purchase, until I recognized my wife’s tattoo on the book’s spine.
They danced and circled around me, those spirits, taunting me with their cries of torment and agony. My cries rose with theirs, wishing that they would end my suffering and let me join them.
I didn’t know which upset me more. That his body was missing or that I couldn’t remember where I’d put him.
I laid in bed, listening to the scratching coming from the floorboards beneath me and wondering if I had the courage to look below and prove it was all in my head. As my fingers swept under the bed frame, there was a moment of shock and disbelief as the hand snaked my wrist and dragged me in, a hoarse whisper assuring me that the brave suffer the worst.
by Harper | Feb 4, 2014 | Uncategorized
Sig stared at the woman, his muscles drawn tight… an animal ready to spring on prey. His thoughts were a graphic tangle of images, vivid flashes of all the things he would do to her if he got her alone, all the ways he would taste those curves.. ‘Hey! I said what’s your name, boy?’ Tank was getting antsy with the little eye fuck the indian and the sheriff had going on. Cass shook her head, trying to clear the weight of the man’s eyes on her, like he was sizing her up to eat and right then, that wasn’t an entirely unpleasant thought. Sig never dropped his stare but, swiped a tongue slowly over his lower lip and growled out an answer to the deputy. “Sig.”
“Sig? Like the gun?” Tank asked warily.
“Ayuh.”
“Guns kill people.”
“Only ones who need killin’.”
