My First Preorder: Running From The Immortals!

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Trapped by the blood magic that tied him to his mother, Juraj knew escape was impossible. Elder Danek controlled Nadezda, their town, everyone he saw and touched.

But a forced engagement to a woman who loathed Juraj pushed him to run.

It wasn’t enough to escape town. To save himself from magical enslavement, Juraj had to save the entire world, no matter what the cost may be.

Available 10/30/15!

Preorders Now Available:

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*wild cheering*

Guys, you have no idea how delighted I am to put this post up. The first draft of this story was written for NaNoWriMo back in 2011. Four drafts and so many wrong turns later it’s blossomed from the very rough 100,000 word first draft into a 230,000 word final draft that’s spread between three novels. So much has changed in the story. Just so much!

I had a second point of view that started 2/3 the way through the story. Now that POV is all the way through and I think it adds a huge amount of depth to the world. Not to mention all the ‘tell, don’t show’ that I had inflicted on readers in the first draft. Wow, so many of the final chapters had to be rewritten entirely.

Anyway!

I’m trying something new with this trilogy. In the effort to take marketing and promotion somewhat more seriously, I decided to offer the first book as a preorder. It’s a test of sorts to see if promoting something for a while will help get more reviews, get a bit of buzz going. You know, get readers and such.

The entire trilogy is complete, FYI. Book 2, Hearts of Magic, will be released on 11/27/15. The third book, Triumph of the Artificer Mages, will come out on 12/25/15, just in time for Christmas. I don’t know yet whether I’ll put the other two books on preorder but probably. Either way, you don’t have long to wait to see the final version of this story.

It’s more or less the companion story to Kennet’s stories in Artifacts of Awareness and City of the Dead. I’m pretty sure that the third book in Kennet’s trilogy will be where Juraj and Kennet meet again after everything they’ve gone through. I expect fireworks, world-threatening, OMG, end of everyone around them fireworks. *huge grin*

It’ll be so much fun to write! *squees*

If you’ve like my writing, especially my Mages of Tindiere stories, I’d really appreciate it if you signal boosted this. The more people who preorder the book the more chance there is that Amazon and Kobo will actually feature me so that more people can find it.

And yes, I’m asking for reviews because reviews are necessary for promotions I’d like to do in the future and I just don’t have enough. *sad sigh*

Check it out and look forward to future posts. I’ll be sharing tidbits of the story and talking about the world building I did for this until release day.

*more cheering*

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Now Available: August Highs!

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August sat in her car, fingers clenched around the steering wheel.

Going to a family barbeque with her girlfriend Janie felt like the biggest challenge of her life even though Janie had insisted it was casual, jeans and tennies.

That didn’t mean Janie’s family was ready for August. Or that she was ready for them.

Could a werewolf pack accept a fire dragon into their midst or was August just dreaming?

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Well, that took longer than expected but for completely different reasons than normal. Do check this one out if you’re looking for a sweet little lesbian romance in an urban fantasy setting. It’s the first in a series of stories that I wrote during my 7 short stories in 7 days challenge.

The reason this Now Available post was delayed had far more to do with weather than it did with my being busy. You see, everything went live Friday night so I figured that I’d post the Now Available notice Saturday. But a huge enormous storm blew in and our power was knocked out for twenty-three hours. The cell towers went down, not just the power lines.

Even after we got power back internet and cable were severely iffy. So I had to put this post off until I had time today. Weird weather for the end of August. It’s more like October than what I’d expect.

Either way, here you go, another short story that I hope you enjoy if you choose to read!

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Novel Monday: Storm Over Archaelaos Chapter 9

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When Anwyn heard her best friend cursing over a letter from home, she thought it would be nice to give her a hand. A quick trip to a new country to protect Iola from an unwelcome marriage would be a chance to have fun while doing a good deed.

But the trip revealed plots against the Dana that Anwyn could never have anticipated. The simple trip became a complicated political trial that threatened not just the family’s fortunes but Anwyn’s safety as well. Stopping the Delbhana’s plot might be the hardest thing Anwyn had ever done but failure wasn’t an option.

Storm over Archaelaos is an epic coming of age fantasy set on the matriarchal world of Muirin. People of all ages will enjoy this thrilling adventure.

Storm Over Archaelaos

By Meyari McFarland

9. Iola

“Should be to Delbar Island tomorrow,” Anwyn murmured as she studied the blocky script of Archaelaos. Iola stood over her in the quiet of the cabin she shared with Aunt Colleen.

“Good,” was all that Iola said but it was enough to reassure Anwyn that she was all right.

The trip had only gotten stranger since they left Zemar Spit. They’d stopped at every single island in the southern Minoo chain. Most had been brief stops where Aunt Colleen got off and reported to various officials or inn keepers. But they’d spent two full days on tiny Freba Island despite the fact that there was absolutely nothing there to justify the stay. No business, no trades, no water, no food; Freba Island was so small that it took less than five minutes to walk the full length of it. You could see from one shore to the opposite side of the island.

Granted, it had given Captain Helene’s face a chance to heal up. Both of her eyes were open fully now. She still talked strangely but that was more for the broken nose than anything else. The swelling had gone down almost entirely. Unfortunately for everyone else, Captain Helene’s temper had gotten worse as she healed. She was back to snapping at the crew and snarling at Anwyn, Aravel and Aunt Colleen every time she saw them.

All of which slid around Iola like rapids flowing over a boulder buried under the surface of the water. Unlike Anwyn, Iola had remained in the shadows, out of everyone’s sight. It was an amazing feat given how small the Little Bird actually was. Hiding that effectively on a ship with only a dozen crew members and three passengers was a trick.

“No one’s bothering you, are they?” Anwyn asked.

Iola smiled and shrugged, tapping the piece of paper. “You’re supposed to be studying the language, Annie, not asking about me.”

“You’re my friend, Io,” Anwyn huffed. “I get to be worried about you.”

Iola smiled, her teeth flashing like lightning in the darkness of the cabin. She tapped the paper again, laughing at Anwyn’s groan of dismay. Granted, Iola had a point. Anwyn was supposed to be learning Archaelaosian on the journey so that she wouldn’t be entirely dependent on Iola for translation.

“Fine,” Anwyn grumbled. “I still think this is weird. Why do you have to add an ‘a’ to ‘sewing needle’ sometimes but not others?”

“You add the ‘a’ if the person holding an object is female,” Iola explained in such a flat tone that Anwyn looked at her sharply. “Every action is assumed to be done by a male, Annie. And every object is assumed to be held by men. If you want to say that a woman has a sewing needle then you add the ‘a’ to the noun.”
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Free Fiction Friday: Specialist Class Three

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Naya found certain aspects of her job… difficult. The excessively controlled environment, the fussy clothes, the endless paperwork. But dealing with the passengers on the space cruiser during their three month journeys was not.

There was joy to be found in the process of making passengers comfortable. At least until glorious, judgmental, messy Raya strode into Naya’s life. Then Naya finally had the chance to share her personal pleasures with someone else.

Specialist Class Three is a SF romance where opposites clash and then combine that will be sure to delight you.

Specialist Class Three

By Meyari McFarland

Naya paused just outside the lift to catch her breath and smooth her dove grey pencil skirt over the charcoal grey leggings her uniform required. The jacket was at least comfortable, more dove grey knit pieced together with black side panels separated by a thin piping line of burgundy that slinked down her narrow torso in an attempt to fool eyes into seeing curves Naya would never possess. Her little pillbox hat, dove and charcoal and more burgundy piping topped by little brass insignia giving her rank as Specialist Class Three for Martine-Hasagawa Cruiser lines, sat perfectly perched on top of her head, the back end of it secured to her tugged tight puff of hair that should have been a ponytail but wasn’t.

The view down the hallway was bland, unremarkable. Grey walls with a white ceiling overhead punctuated by recessed lights that illuminated pools of dark brown carpet. Every few yards there was a view screen set to show a slowly rotating assortment of Old Earth art, silent video clips and, once for every hallway on the ship, a feed from the sensors outside.

It was all so tastefully crafted to give a sense of normalcy to something that could never be truly normal.

Even the air was adjusted and tweaked so that it wouldn’t remind the passengers too strongly of the fact that they were in space. Teo had told her when she joined him on the ship that there was a whole department of people responsible for creating artificial wind in the ship. They had scent canisters that they would release in fractional counts into the air supply so the observation deck always smelled faintly of dust and cold, dry air but the cafeteria, grand roomy thing with its dim lights and bolted down tables and chairs, was warm with the smell of baked apples and cinnamon.

So very strange that they would have to sculpt the air and light to keep people from the thing they had paid so much for. Naya shook her head before heading up the corridor. That was irrelevant at the moment.

Riya Brinley had not emerged from her cabin for four days. She had allowed the cleaning staff in, talked graciously with the actual human staff, a huge luxury that the line advertised widely, as they changed sheets, replaced towels, and vacuumed the floor of the crumbs from Riya’s dinners.

But she’d stayed inside and that, according to Naya’s supervisor Mila, was a worrisome thing. Liner travel was not an intended to be private. Everything was designed to get passengers out of their rooms and into the common areas where the entertainment was delivered. To stay in one’s room was to waste the money one had already spent and to deprive the ship of the money one could be spending along the way. Never to mention to possibility of madness brought on by the strangeness and the effects of the Wave drive.

Not that Naya was supposed to bring that or money up. No, her job was more prosaic. She walked up the hallway, regretting that they’d put carpet on the floors in the guest quarters instead of the faux wood floors down in the crew rest areas. It would be nice to hear her kitten heels hitting the floor but nothing could be allowed to disturb the passengers in this area.

Except Naya.

Riya Brinley’s room was in the very center of the ship, an outer suite that allowed her to have view ports that looked out on the vacuum of space. Or at least that’s what guests were told. The so-called view ports were actually screens shaped to look like glass portals to the void. The hull was solid on the other side, dappled with little indents that were made to look like windows from the boarding dock so that passengers would believe it was true.

Naya smoothed her skirt one more time, took a deep breath and pressed the incongruous little doorbell button, red, the size of her little finger, inset in the wall just below the tasteful silver and bronze number ‘17893’.

“Yes?” Riya said, opening her door so freely that Naya started. “That was fast. Ah. Hm. Not my lunch?”

“No, I’m afraid not,” Naya said, laughing breathlessly as her cheeks heated, the blush hopefully not showing against the black of her skin. “My apologies but my supervisor was worried that you’re not enjoying the trip. We haven’t seen you out of your cabin since you boarded.”

Riya sighed and sagged against the doorjamb. She looked at Naya with such a weary expression that Naya frowned. Something was definitely not right here. After a moment, Riya gestured for her to come in.

It felt strange to walk past Riya. Not because of the persistent oddness of being in such an engineered space but because Riya seemed even more out of place than Naya. At the very least, Naya could groom her hair, pull it back into a tight puff on the back of her head, put on her leggings and tug the sleeves of her jacket down so that her dark, dark skin didn’t show so much. She was at least properly slim, graceful, demure.

Riya strode across the suite’s olive, emerald and gold carpet as though it was the bridge of a pirate ship and she was the Captain. The suite was bright, view screens changed to show sun-drenched beaches and flaming sunsets instead of the generic modern art the liner provided. Naya thought that maybe Riya had brightened the lights as well because the room seemed bigger, warmer, more present than it should.

Perhaps that was Riya, though. She wore harem pants in a stunning shade of scarlet decorated with broad gold leaves. Her top was a simple halter tied at the neck and under her bust. That was sapphire and silver. Riya’s hair hung in heavy waves over her shoulders and half down her back, moving like the mane of a lion as it stalked its prey.

“Your supervisor is worried,” Riya said as she flung her long muscular body into the couch’s cushions. It squeaked in protest, groaning a little as Riya crossed one ankle over her knee.

Naya perched on the edge of the very comfortable chair opposite Riya and folded her hands in her lap. Best to be open with a passenger like Riya. “Yes. Generally when a passenger refuses to leave their rooms it’s not a sign of good mental health. We do try to intervene before anything unfortunate happens.”

“So they sent in a mouse to beard the lion, I take it?” Riya asked and then laughed, loud, her mouth open and eyes screwed up into slits, while Naya ducked her head.
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Now Available: Infinite Joys (Collection)!

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Meyari McFarland returns in a joyful collection of science fiction stories focusing on women of all types. From scientists exploring new worlds to space liners catering to their guests every needs, the search for joy infuses this collection with delight.

Includes six short stories plus a sample of the novel Crafting Home, one of Meyari McFarland’s lesbian romance novels:

Mountainous Stretch of Wind
Eternity in a Touch
Late Arrival
Into the Wave
The Eternal Librarian
Specialist Class Three

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On CreateSpace $15.99 TPB

Whoot! Finally got the notice up for this one! It was actually up and ready on Friday but I came down with a nasty case of stomach flu so I didn’t get the post up until today. It’s so nice feeling like myself again. Seriously, I could do without having stomach flu ever again in my entire life. *groan*

Anyway, I’m very happy with the stories in this one. They’re sweet and thoughtful and I learned a lot writing every single one of them. The Eternal Librarian is my very quiet tribute to the librarian I grew up with, Pat. She died not that long ago and the world is a much quieter, sadder place without her. *sad sigh*

I hope that you enjoy this collection if you choose to read!

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Novel Monday: Storm Over Archaelaos Chapter 8

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When Anwyn heard her best friend cursing over a letter from home, she thought it would be nice to give her a hand. A quick trip to a new country to protect Iola from an unwelcome marriage would be a chance to have fun while doing a good deed.

But the trip revealed plots against the Dana that Anwyn could never have anticipated. The simple trip became a complicated political trial that threatened not just the family’s fortunes but Anwyn’s safety as well. Stopping the Delbhana’s plot might be the hardest thing Anwyn had ever done but failure wasn’t an option.

Storm over Archaelaos is an epic coming of age fantasy set on the matriarchal world of Muirin. People of all ages will enjoy this thrilling adventure.

Storm Over Archaelaos

By Meyari McFarland

8. Zemar Island

“It’s much smaller than I expected,” Aravel observed as they watched the crew rolling barrels of fresh water up the gangplank and then lowering them into the hold.

“Zemar?” Anwyn asked.

“Mm-hmm,” Aravel murmured. “Most trips we don’t stop here. We tend to sail straight on to Simin Point.”

“Would have been nice if we could have,” Anwyn said with a grumpy sigh that made Aravel poke her in the shoulder. “But after those barrels sprang a leak we didn’t have much of a choice.”

The trip from Nasrin to Zemar had been relatively uneventful, up until the previous day. Anwyn hadn’t heard a single peep from the Ladies that made her suspect that a storm was coming. Captain Helene’s swelling had started going down about three days into the trip. Now she was just bruised and ill-tempered, shouting orders to the crew and glaring at everyone through her black eyes.

Iola rolled a barrel past, nodding to Anwyn as she went by. She’d been virtually invisible the whole way, hiding out in the hold or with the younger members of the crew. Anwyn didn’t think Iola had spoken to a single officer other than to acknowledge instructions. Anwyn was used to Iola offering her sly commentary on everything that happened. Having her hide was oddly nerve wracking.

“Do I get to go on shore?” Aravel asked.

“No, I don’t think so, Ravi,” Aunt Colleen said. They both grinned at Anwyn’s start of surprise. “Sorry, thought you heard me coming, Annie.”

“Not over the Captain’s shouts,” Anwyn said, running her hands over her thighs before clenching them so that no one could see her fingers shake. “You going?”

Aunt Colleen nodded. “Need you to come with me, Annie. Ravi, I’d appreciate it if you got off the deck. Go do some more of your knitting while we’re in port. This is a short trip and we can’t afford the crew to be distracted.”
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Ugh.

FYI, you’re not getting a new Free Fiction Friday story this week. I’ve come down with stomach flue and I’m just not up to sorting out which to post, doing the formatting and getting it up. So you get last week’s story for another week.

I do have a new collection available. Look here (Amazon, Kobo, Smashwords, or CreateSpace) to see it. I’ll get the formal post up hopefully this afternoon after a nap. If not, then tomorrow.

Hope your Friday goes better than mine is!

*shuffles away*

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Worldbuilding Wednesday: Unexpected Expenses

Hey, it’s a Worldbuilding Wednesday post, as always a rushed one because yes, I’m busy. *sad sigh* Someday the busy will relent a bit but I don’t expect it anytime soon. At least I always have things to do, right?

Today’s topic is unexpected expenses. Brought to you by the fact that my car needed new tires which brought up the fact that it’d been too long since the last oil change which brought up the fact that it was due for major service which means, yeah, more money than expected will be spent today. *pout*

My husband and I are prepared for it. We had a fund set aside for car repairs. But many people I know, family included, would have been hit hard by a sudden additional $1400 bill.

So, as you send your protagonist out into your world, what expenses will they face? If its a SF world then there may be liner tickets and entry fees and food and such. What about taxes? What about the cost of having that weapons check place at the bar where your protagonist gets information? It might be a lot more than they expect.

(Unexpected costs associated with someone holding your coat/weapon/car/whatever is totally a real-world thing. Happens a lot in Yakuza-run bars in Japan.)

How do they respond? Do they have the money to cover it, grumbling the whole time? Do they have the money but it wipes out every single cent they had and oh hell, now they can’t buy food / fuel for the ship / pay for a message to that person that promised to meet them and help them out? Or do they stare at the person and splutter, go white, back away without their weapon because there’s just no possibility of paying that much?

Does someone else cover for them? If so, how do they react?

All of this is good stuff that will make your story more interesting. It will reveal your character and your world in fun ways.

So yes, throw unexpected expenses at your characters and see what they do.

I’m just glad that it wasn’t that big of a hit for my husband and me.

Good luck on your writing and life! *scampers back to work*

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Victory!

I mentioned last week that I was trying to write seven short stories in seven days, yes? Well, I succeeded! *throws confetti and cheers wildly*

Five of them were in a new universe, Tales of the Opening. Two were random lesbian romance short stories that are just adorable if I do say so myself.

They’ll be coming out over the next few weeks so you can look forward to seeing the fruits of my labor.

It was a fun challenge, really. Educational, too.

I realized by the fourth day that I’d unconsciously been telling myself that once I got home and made dinner there was no point to going to my computer to write. Not enough time to finish anything. But four out of the seven days I finished a short story specifically because I did sit down and write after dinner. On two of those days I didn’t write at all before dinner and I still got one done.

I obviously need to treat my evening writing time more seriously.

I’m thinking of doing it again in a month or so. Right now I’m editing the third book in a trilogy so that I can get them up for (maybe?) preorder soon. They’ll be coming out in October, November and December if all goes as planned. Once I get that going then I’ll be able to see what’s left of the year.

I will say that I’ve written and published a huge amount this year. It feels good to know that I’m on track to the best publishing year so far. If I manage to publish something every week for the rest of the year I’ll have published 47 out of 52 weeks and that’s pretty damned good. My best year so far was 37 of 52.

Anyway, just wanted to let everyone know to look for a strong of short stories starting next week. Why not this week? Well, I had a collection scheduled and I decided to get it done rather than slide it out. *grin*

Good luck with life, writing and everything! *hurries to work*

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Novel Monday: Storm Over Archaelaos Chapter 7

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When Anwyn heard her best friend cursing over a letter from home, she thought it would be nice to give her a hand. A quick trip to a new country to protect Iola from an unwelcome marriage would be a chance to have fun while doing a good deed.

But the trip revealed plots against the Dana that Anwyn could never have anticipated. The simple trip became a complicated political trial that threatened not just the family’s fortunes but Anwyn’s safety as well. Stopping the Delbhana’s plot might be the hardest thing Anwyn had ever done but failure wasn’t an option.

Storm over Archaelaos is an epic coming of age fantasy set on the matriarchal world of Muirin. People of all ages will enjoy this thrilling adventure.

Storm Over Archaelaos

By Meyari McFarland

7. Charting

“It’s not wise to sail the eastern side of Minoo at this time of year,” Captain Helene declared.

At least she tried to speak firmly. Her face was so swollen that her words came out slurred and muffled. Anwyn did her best not to wince. Truth be told, Captain Helene should still be in bed. Her left eye was so badly swollen that she couldn’t see out of it. The bruising extended all the way to her right eye, enveloping her rather flatter than before nose. The changed in the shape of her face was obvious even with the bandages and swelling. That extended down the left side of her face nearly to her jawline.

Over the last two days the swelling had slowly moved downwards, making her lips puffy and her cheeks swollen, too. Aunt Colleen had ordered Captain Helene to stay in bed the first two days. Now, on the morning of the third day, Captain Helene had snarled and dragged herself out of bed despite Aunt Colleen and Myrna’s exasperation.

“I agree,” Aunt Colleen said with an unrepentant shrug. “Unfortunately we don’t have much choice. The plan is to hit the southern tip of Minoo, go along the east shore and then hit Archaelaos. After that we’ll be heading through the straight to Azar. It’s a risk at this time of year but that can’t be helped.”

Captain Helene sat heavily. Her map table in the captain’s cabin was big and sturdy, bolted to the floor so that it wouldn’t shift during heavy seas. Her chair was bolted down too which was probably good given how hard she landed in it. Anwyn frowned at how hard she was breathing.

They didn’t have anything that would help with the pain Captain Helene had to be in. Anwyn didn’t think that she would take it, anyway. Dealing with the pain and continuing her duties as the Captain seemed to be a point of honor for Captain Helene. As stupid as it was, Anwyn didn’t blame her. She would have done the same thing in Captain Helene’s place and had when she had her broken ankle.

“It’s dangerous,” Captain Helene grumbled, one hand gingerly ghosting over the bandages on her nose.
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