New Release: Deadhead/ Pre-order: Wrath & Bones
So Deadhead is live, now. I feel like I should be calling it Livehead, but that sounds like something performed at a sex show. My book is definitely not sex-show material, although there might be pollinating and other saucy business within. You can buy this new Marnie Baranuik short story for your Kindle here. Here is my lovely cover, crafted by the awesome Greg Simanson.
And happily, pre-orders for Wrath & Bones, Book Four of the Marnie Baranuik Files, is ready here. We’ll be having a Facebook launch party on December 17th, and then the book itself is expected to release December 28th. It took me a long time to write this one, mostly due to the scope of the project. I didn’t want to mess up or skimp on the opportunities; Marnie was feisty, and some serious shit went down, and I often (to my editor’s chagrin) had to push back and take breaks from some of the more troublesome scenes. Trust me when I say, this book could have gone no other way if it were to be true to the characters and to their voice and needs. I have never felt more like the helpless historian than I did this time around. Also, trust me when I say, if there is a part in this one that infuriates you, I’m RIGHT THERE WITH YA. If there’s a part that upsets you, I CRIED TOO. Lots. I never cry. I cry so rarely that my mother dubbed me the “Coolest Cucumber in the Patch” when I was just knee high to a grasshopper. But I cried writing Wrath & Bones. It was ugly-crying, too, with my mouth gaping and goobers leaking from my nose and into my whiskey. You know you’ve done something right when you ugly-cry in your whiskey, folks. Trust me one more time, stick with me through the dark times, and come out on the other side with me. The light at the end of the tunnel is not your average train. (It might be a three-alarm fire or a bomb–or a fire train! That’s cool–but it isn’t your average train. I can promise you that much.) Marnie’s already showing me some shocking and ridiculous new things, and I can’t wait to share them with you in the coming fifth book (which I am temporarily calling IDonTHaveAFuckingClue, Book 5 of the Marnie Baranuik Files. Schnazzy-ass title, amiright?). Until then: brace yourselves. Heh heh.
Art by: Booktrope cover artist Greg Simanson.
Marnie Baranuik is confident that her new psychic detective agency will be a great success, and she has eight million business cards to prove it. But before the paint even dries on her open for business sign, she’s summoned to face the Demon King Asmodeus in His own playground, the revenant court, home of the undead nobility, to participate in a conclave of the most powerful immortals on Earth.
Orc prophets have forewarned her that danger is looming in the far north. In her most ambitious adventure yet, Marnie must harness her powers, gather trusted friends to wade into battle, and complete an international treasure hunt that would make Indiana Jones break into a cold sweat, before raising a new revenant house to rule from the Unhallowed Throne… and do it all without getting her heart or legs broken. Storms are brewing, threats are piling up, and the stakes are higher than ever, but Marnie is determined to dance with danger to the very end. There’s only one thing left to do: deal with it, Baranuik-Style. Does anyone know if yetis like take-out? And when you’re on a date with a mummy, who picks up the check?
