Sunday, July 21, 2019

Great deal on A HOLD ON ME

Wow! A HOLD ON ME is currently free on Kindle Unlimited

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

THINGS SHE'S SEEN: cover reveal and giveaway!

The cover reveal for THINGS SHE'S SEEN is on Book Smuggler's today! 

The cover is so perfect for the novel. I'm dancing on air to finally share it with you. 



Wednesday, June 26, 2019

New Adult Scavenger Hunt Summer 2019!








****CONGRATULATIONS****

THE WINNER OF THE PRE-ORDER OF 

THINGS SHE'S SEEN IS!

J. LENNIE DORNER

(J. Lennie Dorner please message me on Facebook for 

information on how to collect your prize)



Welcome to New Adult Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was inspired as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors and a chance to win some awesome prizes! During this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize–one lucky winner will receive one book from each author! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for 96 hours!
If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the New Adult Scavenger Huntpage.

***THE SCAVENGER HUNT***

Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my lucky book number. Collect the lucky book numbers of all the authors, and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!).
Entry Form: Once you’ve added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form hereto officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.
Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian’s permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry formby June 30th, at noon Eastern Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.

LET THE HUNT BEGIN!
Two Thousand Years
By M. Dalto
Release Date: December 11, 2018
New Adult Fantasy

Summary From Goodreads:

Two thousand years ago, the Prophecy of Fire and Light foretold the coming of the Queen Empress who would lead the Empire into a time of peace and tranquility. But instead of the coming of a prosperous world, a forbidden love for the Empress waged a war that ravaged the land, creating a chasm between the factions, raising the death toll of innocent lives until the final, bloody battle.

Centuries later, Alexandra, a twenty-two-year-old barista living in Boston, is taken to an unfamiliar realm of mystery and magic where her life is threatened by Reylor, its banished Lord Steward. She crosses paths with Treyan, the arrogant and seductive Crown Prince of the Empire, and together they discover how their lives, and their love, are so intricately intertwined by a Prophecy set in motion so many years ago.

Alex, now the predestined Queen Empress Alexstrayna, whose arrival was foretold by the Annals of the Empire, controls the fate of her new home as war rages between the Crown Prince and Lord Steward. Either choice could tear her world apart as she attempts to keep the Empire's torrid history from repeating itself. In a realm where betrayal and revenge will be as crucial to her survival as love and honor, Alex must discover whether it is her choice - or her fate - that determines how she survives the Empire's rising conflicts.




 Author Bio:

M. Dalto is a Young Adult and New Adult author of adventurous romantic fantasy stories. Her bestselling debut novel, Two Thousand Years, was a 2016 Watty Award winner on Wattpad.com. She continues to volunteer her time as both a Wattpad Ambassador and a mentor, where she hopes to engage, assist, and inspire new writers through their literary journey. She spends her days working as a full-time real estate paralegal, leaving her evenings to pursue her own writing agenda. When she’s not typing furiously at her computer, she enjoys reading fantasy novels, playing video games, and drinking coffee. She currently lives in Massachusetts with her husband, their daughter, and their corgi named Loki.


EXCLUSIVE CONTENT


MARK OF THE EMPRESS
Chapter One

A kiss was supposed to be a sign of affection, or used to seal a pact, or even bestowed as a final goodbye.
It was never supposed to bring someone back from the dead.
Alex had already mourned, grieved and accepted the loss of her husband.
She and Crystal spent a month trying to save his life after he appeared through the Key, wounded and poisoned. 
She said her farewells. She accepted their fate and was ready for both of them to have some semblance of peace and carry on.
Yet there he was, sitting across from her with a mug of coffee between his hands as though it was just another day in their mundane existence.
Treyan was supposed to be dead, but she brought him back to life.
She didn't know which scared her more.
"I suppose it's not that surprising, when you think about it."
Treyan broke the silence, snapping Alex from her train of thought, and she looked to her husband as he took a sip from his mug. "You received the Mark from a kiss. Why should it's powers not be transferred in the same manner?"
Alex’s hand went to the starburst-like burn scar between her brows, ever warm to the touch. "But you were dead."
"And so were you, if you recall."
She tried not to, and brought her hand down to her own mug of coffee before her.
"So, what do we do now?" Alex asked, softly blowing at the steaming cup between her hands. 
The question lingered between them for a moment, as if each were weighing the severity of the inquiry through the uncomfortable silence. Finally, Treyan shrugged, his attention focused again on his own mug before him. 
"Whatever we do, we'll do it together, and we'll survive doing it."
She didn’t want to think of the need to survive or otherwise, so Alex quickly changed the subject. "You still don't remember anything?"
Treyan's inability to remember exactly how he arrived back at her apartment in Boston proved to be more of the mystery. Alex watched her husband for a minute, and she could see the flashes of memory from his last moments within the Empire as they ran through his mind. 
Treyan shook his head as if trying to clear away the haze. "I remember confronting Reylor in the library while he hovered over the Annals, and I remember the agony of the sword coming down along my back."
Alex’s brows furrowed and she pursed her lips. The last person she wanted to think about was Reylor. The banished Lord Steward should have remained in the Borderlands and left the Empire alone. Instead he infiltrated their sanctuary and turned their own people against them. 
She gritted her teeth at the thought. If she ever got her hands on that spy of a Mistress, she truly believed she would murder her. It was Bria who so cowardly attacked Treyan, and it was Bria, through whatever poison she coated on that blade, who inflicted Treyan's back with such a severe wound that it sent them all through a month of torment. 
Bria who, in the end, caused Treyan’s demise… or would have if not for one appropriately timed kiss.
Her musings were interrupted by the startled cry of an infant waking up from yet another nap. Even after a month, the actuality of the baby belonging to her remained fresh and new. Yet every time she heard the familiar cry from her daughter's lungs, the initial smile that came to her face quickly turned to a frown as she remembered the son they had been forced to leave behind.
"I'll get her."
Treyan stood before she could move, the look on his face almost sympathetic as if he knew where her memory took her. Alex's eyes met his before he left the room, and she had to remind herself Sarayna was his daughter as well. 
Instead of arguing, Alex simply nodded.
She watched her husband retreat down the hallway of her one-bedroom apartment. Having Treyan with her in her realm, and knowing him for who he was instead of some wannabe stalker-turned-rescuer, sent butterflies through her stomach. Regardless of what happened, or what brought him to the Otherrealm, he was hers and she his, and they now had a family together
She shouldn't need anything more.
And yet there was still so muchshe wanted. 
With her coffee mug in hand, Alex stood from the small breakfast table in the kitchen and padded into the living room where she would be able to look out to the city street. From her ground-floor apartment, she watched the sun kiss the cityscape as a soft breeze rustled fallen leaves down the sidewalk. It was October, just over a month since she and Sarayna fell through the Key's portal, but it felt like it was only yesterday when Treyan first brought her to the Empire.
With a slight smirk, Alex remembered it might possibly have been only yesterday. 
When she returned to Boston, bruised, battered and fresh off the birthing bed, her friend Crystal had informed her that it was only two days— forty-eight hours at the most— since they were last together. 
For Alex, however, almost a year of her life had passed within the Empire. 
In that time, she became the Queen Empress.
She married the Empire’s Crown Prince.
She gave birth to the twins that could continue their Prophecy.
The cold grip of despair returned to her heart as she recalled those final moments with their stolen son. 
While Sarayna was soothed by her father in the next room, their son Lexan remained with Reylor, Betrayer to the Empire. Neither of them knew what Treyan’s brother planned to do with their son while he was in the former Lord Steward's custody.
Alex's grief quickly turned to fury as she clenched the coffee mug so tight, she didn’t care if it shattered between her hands. She imagined it was Bria's scrawny little neck between her hands.
"Alex?"
Treyan startled her from her murderous rage as he lingered in the entryway with the baby cradled on his shoulder. The sight calmed her as she looked at her husband gently holding their daughter. 
She was theirdaughter, just as Lexan wastheirson.
Alex plastered on a smile as she walked towards them, but the look on Treyan’s face told her he wasn't falling for it. Placing her coffee cup down on the side table next to the couch, she reached out for Sara but he didn't appear to be ready to give her up. Instead, he gave his wife a knowing glance as if he was trying to assess the current state of her mental readiness.
"I'm fine," she assured him as she again motioned to take the infant. He finally released Sarayna into her mother's care, though she could tell in the way he watched her that he remained hesitant. Alex couldn't blame him— her emotional stability aside, he had been without his daughter for so long, perhaps he needed the comfort as much as Alex did. 
She placed Sarayna on her own shoulder and returned to the window before Treyan could sense her unease. Sara, however, watched her mother with the attentive alertness unique to an infant through the bright blue eyes of the Empire born. Eyes exactly like her father's…
And most likely her uncle's before he betrayed the Empire.
Alex shook thoughts of Reylor from her head as she returned her attention to the scenery outside her window. That bastard would die, too, if she had anything to say about it.
And she did. 
She was the Empress, after all.
In her arms she held the future Crown Princess who would, in her own time, search for her King Emperor, bring him back to the Empire, and inevitably begin her own Prophecy.
Even though they weren’t there any longer, it still mattered. It had to matter.
What was any of it worth if it didn’t?
She knew Treyan was watching her, and she glanced over her shoulder to where he leaned against the doorjamb of the living room. He smiled at her, holding his own coffee mug again, and she returned the sentiment with her own small grin.
Coffee was what first brought them together, and now it was coffee they drank as they tried to piece together all that was lost.
What were they going to do?
Alex held her daughter tighter to her chest. The question haunted her ever since she and Saranya came through the Key within her living room's fireplace not a month ago, and even more so once Treyan arrived soon after. If it wasn't for Crystal, Alex didn't know how she would have gotten by on her own. Her friend was no stranger to shock, and refused to leave Alex's side while she helped her through it.
She was lost deeper in her thoughts than she realized for the next thing Alex knew, Treyan was standing behind her with his chin resting on her unoccupied shoulder as his arms wrapped around her waist. His touch always calmed her body, if not her mind, and she let out a sigh of relief as she leaned back against his chest.
"It will be okay, Alex," Treyan whispered against her neck. "We'll find a way to get home."
 Alex closed her eyes and scoffed. "And then what?"
"And then we will take back what is ours." His tone grew serious and she glanced at him, trying to get a better reading on his intent. 
He kept his gaze down, but she knew well what he implied, though it was the first time she had heard him vocalize it so vehemently.
Taking advantage of Sara falling asleep on her shoulder, Alex stepped out of Treyan's grasp. “I’m going to put her back down,” she said quietly as she left to lay the newborn in the bedroom. 
Truth be told, Alex didn't have an answer, or a plan, or an opinion on the matter of returning to the Empire. Ever since she came back, her life revolved around caring for their newborn daughter while making her ailing husband as comfortable as possible during his last days. 
It wasn’t until Treyan’s recovery that she finally considered returning. 
Of course, in her heart she hoped they'd be able to return to the Empire, but those aspirations seemed to dwindle the longer they remained in Boston. The longer they delayed, the more time Reylor had to prepare for them. And Lexan would grow so much older than his sister…
Would he even remember them? Or would his loyalty, love, and devotion belong solely to Reylor?
As she quietly shut the bedroom door, she wondered if her sleeping daughter would ever see her father's realm again. Or meet her brother.
Treyan had made his way back to the couch by the time Alex returned to the living room. The sun from the window reflected on his black hair, and she swore she could see hints of dark blue highlights in the midnight-toned mane. Maybe he sensed her watching him because he looked over his shoulder with his striking smile that always caught her breath in her throat. His eyes still shone with the same unnatural blue that seemed to capture the sunlight within his irises.
As with the first time they met, Alex was drawn to him by some force beyond her control, and she was soon next to him on the couch, allowing herself to be comforted within his strong arms. His warmth calmed her while she snuggled against him, and they remained as such for a few moments longer before a knock at the apartment's door captured their attention.
"It's probably Crystal coming back to check-in," Alex assured him as she stood from the couch. Picking up her coffee mug, she reached her other hand out for his. "I'll freshen up the pot because I know we're going to need it."
Nodding, Treyan handed her his mug but remained on the couch. He seemed uneasy at the mention of Crystal, a stranger he didn’t know coming into the apartment where their remaining child slept. He'd need to get over it, she mused to herself as she walked into the kitchen. Without her neither of them would have much to stand on, literally and figuratively. 
She wondered if Treyan's uneasiness stemmed from the awkwardness of having to deal with a drunken Crystal when they first met during Alex’s birthday gathering. She smiled while trying to imagine Treyan ever in an awkward position.
The knocking continued incessantly and Alex was beginning to get annoyed. 
"I'll be right there!" she yelled towards the door. Hurriedly, she finished filling their mugs, taking a sip from hers as she headed towards the door. With her free hand, she unlocked the three newly replaced deadbolts and opened it to welcome her friend. 
The mug dropped from her hand and shattered on the floor when it was evident the visitor wasn't Crystal at all. 
"What the fuck are you doing here?"

***************


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***CONTINUE THE HUNT***

To keep going on your quest for the hunt, you need to check out the next author, S F Benson!
GOOD LUCK!!

Thursday, June 13, 2019

Coming June 26th! New Adult Scavenger Hunt


Meet the authors of this years New Adult Scavenger Hunt.
 Join today. Be ready to go when the hunt begins. 



Monday, May 27, 2019

Coming soon! Cover reveal for THINGS SHE'S SEEN

I've seen the final cover for THINGS SHE'S SEEN
 and it is beyond awesome!  
It'll be revealed soon, but meanwhile here's a teaser.


Monday, May 13, 2019

HOLT Medallion Finalist: HIS DARK MAGIC

Excited the share that HIS DARK MAGIC
 is a HOLT medallion finalist! 

(I'm also thrilled to see a bunch of great authors and friends
 made the list as well.)


Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Special Price: Dark Heart Series!


A HOLD ON ME~1.99! 
Buy the entire series for less than $4.99

Here or at your favorite online bookstore



Thursday, March 14, 2019

K. Bird Lincoln: A discussion of Urban Fantasy, race, and politics #ownvoice


Let’s begin with a discussion about race. Yep, I’m inviting that elephant into the room straight away. Although it isn’t so much an invisible elephant in the room, at least in the USA, as a constant issue people bring up most times in social media either to call attention to injustice or to reinforce stereotypes or gaslight people.
Why would an Urban Fantasy writer want to bring up race? Hi, I’m a white woman married to a Tokyo Boywith biracial kids living on the wind-razed plains of southern Minnesota.  I write in Japanese locations using Japanese myth-based creatures all the time.
My college advisor told me during as senior seminar at the tale end of my Japanese Studies major at Earlham College “You are the expert now. Japan is filtered through you to America. However, you present it, however you see it, whatever you may need to call out, that’s what you are, like it or not.”
At the time, I thought he was whackadoodle. Now, in the face of an up rise in U.S. hate crimes for the third straight year, and Neo-Nazis marching in Charlottesville, I feel those long-ago words echoing around my brain. It’s so very easy to picture my own daughters’ faces on those children behind the barbed wire of FDR’s Japanese Concentration camps here in the USA.  
So, I get political. Last Dream of Her Mortal Soul is the final installment of The Portland Hafu trilogy. The heroine, Koi Pierce, comes home to Portland to find someone targeting the myth-based, magical Kind in her hometown. She uncovers an ugly, hate-based targeting of her new-found family. Much of the portrayal of the bad guys in this book is based on actual hate groups I researched through websites like the Southern Poverty Law Hate groups map.
Fantasy is excellent for highlighting human fallacies and challenging our status quo. From the first time I saw Uhura on the bridge of the Star Trek Enterprise to the first time I read one of Alyssa Cole’s historical romances featuring African Americans, I never realized the uneven ratio of races portrayed in the media I loved to consume until it literally stared me in the face. And it wasn’t until I had my daughters, and wanted them to see their own faces reflected back at them, that I knew it wasn’t enough just to write what I knew. 
Luckily, SFF has always been a bit ahead of Romance in the diversity area. When I started writing The Portland Hafu ten years ago, there was no Heroine Complex or Trail of Lightning or Want. There’s quite a lot more out there now.

 Even Scientific American knows that reading literary fiction improves empathy. I challenge you, no matter who you are or what genre of fiction you may like to read, to take March and April and seek out an #ownvoice or a book from a culture you are unfamiliar with. Let fantasy sweep you away and provide escapist joy while also helping you understand the hearts of others. I promise, it won’t disappoint you.



K. Bird Lincoln is an ESL professional and writer living on the windswept Minnesota Prairie with family and a huge addition to froufrou coffee. Also dark chocolate--without which, the world is a howling void. Originally from Cleveland, she has spent as many years living on the edges of the Pacific Ocean as in the Midwest. Her speculative short stories are published in various online & paper publications such as Strange Horizons. Her medieval Japanese fantasy series, Tiger Lily is available from Amazon. World Weaver Press released Dream Easter, the first novel in an exciting multi-cultural Urban Fantasy trilogy set in Portland and Japan, in 2017. She also writes tasty speculative fiction reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. Check her out on  Facebook, or join her newsletter for chocolate and free stories. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

Things She's Seen, Northern Circle Coven #2


Editorial notes and copy edits for THINGS SHE'S SEEN have arrived. I'm so excited to be working the final polish of this novel. This is Em's Northern Circle Coven story. I can't wait until it's out in the wild! You can learn more HERE













Thursday, February 14, 2019

A Conversation: Alexandra Ivy & Pat Esden


Head over to @alovesotrue for this very special interview! 

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Thursday, January 31, 2019

Free Prequel to The Portland Hafu Trilogy: Last Dream of Her Mortal Souls!

Stunning conclusion to The Portland Hafu Trilogy

DESCRIPTION

Even a dream eater can’t escape the final sleep…

After her trip to Japan, the Head of Portland Kind calls Koi home to help solve a murder. The body of a powerful magical being was found in the witch’s hut in Forest Park, along with a strange, haunting quotation about dreams and death written in blood. Can Koi discover who seems to be calling out a Baku before others from her new-found family die?

EXCERPT

We arrived at the bottom of the moss-covered staircase leading up the side of the structure. Kwaskwi took each step one at a time as if he were burdened with some heavy load.

“Are you all right?”

He beckoned me up the stairs. “I’ve kept up a circle of protection around this area for 48 hours. I’m about to drop. If you would just hustle that Yankee girl ass then I can rest.”

And there’s the Kwaskwi I know and love. I jogged up the rest of the stairs, too tired to drum up a clever comeback. And then, faced with the understanding of why Kwaskwi wasn’t completely his usual self, I stopped dead at the top of the stairs.

Spread eagled on the cold stone floor was a familiar figure. Dzunukwa, the Ice Hag. She’d first accosted me in Pioneer Square three weeks ago, blowing her ice wind through me when Ken and I were trying to reach Kwaskwi’s designated meeting space on time or risk losing Dad to him. She’d terrified me then. All red, red lips, tangled bird’s nest of hair, and a multicolored gypsy skirt inlaid with polished children’s teeth that flashed like mirrors. Even more terrifying, I’d used my Baku dream eating as a weapon for the first time on her—a living, waking being. Reveling in the power, repulsed by my own hunger, I’d almost drained her dry.

Now she lay here, her hair fanned out around her head like a dark starburst. Dead. Her lips were pursed as if about to send a stream of heart-stopping cold, but her black eyes were open, staring, and lifeless. Someone had carefully arranged her skirt so it spread wide, and placed her arms across her middle in a terrible mimicry of a ballerina’s first position. My mind yawned wide, a formless void. There was no comprehending what my eyes beheld. She was here, murdered. And above her on the stone wall was the rest of the Shakespeare quote someone had painted in maple syrup on my bed. Only here it was traced in something dark-red, crumbling, and smelling of sour melon and pennies.

What dreams may come?

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Bringer of Death
free download! 

Enter the magical world of the Kind-- 
the beings from world myths and legends that live amongst us.

Japan Lost World War ll, but the Tokyo Council still rules the magical Kind with an iron will. When the Council's enforcer, Bringer-of-Death, receives orders to go after a veteran who happens to be Baku--a dream eater--he is caught between the threat of punishment and his desire to help the Baku escape. Can Bringer-of-Death find a way to both protect his family and the Baku? Or will be be trapped as the Council's slave forever? 

Download this novelette, Bringer-of-Death, to experience Fujiwara Ken's very first meeting with the Baku Herai Akihito--way before he encounters Akihito's daughter Koi Pierce, at the start of Dream Eater, the first book of K. Bird. Lincoln's multi-cultural Portland Hafu Urban Fantasy Trilogy. 






Sunday, January 13, 2019

Book events and paranormal anomalies


I had a fantastic time yesterday at Phoenix Books in Burlington, Vermont. It was great to see so many familiar faces and to meet new people as well. I'm titling this first photo "Is that VVikki with one or two Vs"  because of my utterly embarrassing inability to remember anyone's name. I'm blaming it on too many chocolate eclairs.   




Also notice the ghostly light brightening my face in this photo. A paranormal anomaly for sure ;)  A huge thank you to everyone who stopped by, including the ghostly.