Seriously? No one?

I posted an invitation the other day about Teaser Tuesday. Only two people have asked for a feature. I think that’s crazy. Seriously… I’m here to help you. If you want a featured teaser on my blog throughout the summer, just email me (traceeford@rocketmail). We’re authors. If we don’t help each other we’re missing the point. ziltra teaser

Let me clarify what I’m asking for and offering; that might help. You send me an email with either poster-type teasers like the one featured here, or you can send me a block of text from your book. You can even send a few sentences. It just lets people know what your work looks like and what you write. I won’t make a poster-type teaser for you, however. You have to send it to me already prepared. If I did that, I would have to charge you.

The feature is free, no strings attached. I’m doing this because I believe in holding other authors up. There isn’t enough of it. Too many are in competition with one another, so much that we end up under the bus from time to time. I’ve been under the bus with the wheel spinning on my face. I know what that feels like. I’ve deleted people from my Facebook, my Twitter, my life because of that sort of mentality.

So, take advantage of this opportunity. It posts here, on Twitter, on my Amazon account, and my Facebook page, so folks are bound to see it. When you email me, make sure you comment here so I can be looking for your message to come through. I am looking forward to hearing from you:)

Hey authors, I’m talking to you!

Do you want to participate in Teaser Tuesdays this summer? Send me some teasers and art work and I’ll scheduled for Tuesdays throughout the summer months!

Email me at traceeford@rocketmail.com.

Please comment to this post when you send the email so I can be watching for it.

Andrew Joyce Guest Post

Molly-Lee-800 Cover reveal and Promotional (1)It is 1896 in the Yukon Territory, Canada. The largest gold strike in the annals of human history has just been made; however, word of the discovery will not reach the outside world for another year.

 By happenstance, a fifty-nine-year-old Huck Finn and his lady friend, Molly Lee, are on hand, but they are not interested in gold. They have come to that neck of the woods seeking adventure.

 Someone should have warned them, “Be careful what you wish for.”

 When disaster strikes, they volunteer to save the day by making an arduous six hundred mile journey by dog sled in the depths of a Yukon winter. They race against time, nature, and man. With the temperature hovering around seventy degrees below zero, they must fight every day if they are to live to see the next.

On the frozen trail, they are put upon by murderers, hungry wolves, and hostile Indians, but those adversaries have nothing over the weather. At seventy below, your spit freezes a foot from your face. Your cheeks burn—your skin turns purple and black as it dies from the cold. You are in constant danger of losing fingers and toes to frostbite.

 It is into this world that Huck and Molly race.

 They cannot stop. They cannot turn back. They can only go on. Lives hang in the balance—including theirs.

 Resolution: Huck Finn’s Greatest Adventure

Teaser Tuesday: Through Glass Darkly

TGD 3d bookDanny watched as Donte’s grip loosened on the knife, and it fell to the ground. Donte’s hands rose to the blackened sky as one of the backup officers came up behind him and cuffed him.

Olivia stood still, frozen with shock, her eyes wide with fear. Danny put his gun back in his holster and rushed to her. Walking behind her, he pulled a knife from his boot and sliced the zip-tie from her wrists. She put her hands to her throat, trying to assess the damage done by the blade. Danny then stood in front of her, lifted his hands, and cupped her face in his palms, observing her expression and watching her terrified eyes.

“You okay? How bad is it?”

“Not too bad,” she whispered still holding tightly to her throat.

“Let me see, Livy,” he said as he moved her hands away slowly. He examined the wound as the sirens blared in the background. “It’s not too bad. You’ll probably need a few stitches.”

Olivia felt stiff, but her brain worked perfectly. She knew her life was spared because of Danny. “Thank you,” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “You sure you’re okay? Medics are coming.”

She nodded, her lower lip quivering a little, the tears now streaming down her face. She hated feeling so vulnerable and victimized. It made her look weak again, like she couldn’t handle the job. This angered her.

“Come here,” he said pulling her into an embrace. She trembled in his arms. “It’s goin’a be okay. I got ya.”

As he held her shuddering body close to his, a connection formed instantaneously between them. Born of dramatic circumstances, Danny’s protective nature swept over him and he now knew nothing would be the same. He felt that he must protect Olivia at all costs, almost as if it were a spiritual calling. He knew in that moment, without a doubt, he’d die for her.

He couldn’t explain how one such incident could cause an intense reaction. He’d had partners before, female ones even, but somehow, she was different. He couldn’t describe it and didn’t even want to. It was just something he knew. Without their consent, the game changed.

Teaser Tuesday: Voice of the Dead

VOD 3-dLisa glanced up at Nick as they began to make their way out of the woods. “So, Nick, how do you like Dayton?”

Lauren followed behind with Detective Detty trying, again, not to listen.

“It’s okay. I miss Tommy,” he said.

“Well, you know where to find me if you ever get lonely. I’m not too far away. Columbus isn’t that far of a drive.”

Lauren saw Nick look over his shoulder at her. He seemed self-conscious, but Lisa smiled from ear to ear.

Teaser Tuesday: The Fine Line

3d of the fine lineRobin nervously waited and then watched as Matt walked back into the room. She felt him crawl under the covers and settle in beside her.

“Come here,” he invited as he opened his arm to her.

She put her head on his chest as she draped her arm over his waist. Delicately, he caressed her back with the tips of his fingers, tracing the outline of her shoulder-blade.

Even with her fear, Matt felt like home to her.

Teaser Tuesday: “Blessing of the Elements”

Blessing of the Elements

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Nevin shot up out of bed screaming. Natia and Shay-Fong rushed into the room. He was still shouting when Natia sat down and grabbed his shoulders, shaking him to consciousness.

“Nevin,” she shouted, “Wake up!”

Coming to himself, he looked around. “Mother,” he said as he threw his arms around her. “Oh, Mother. Something terrible is coming! I saw Ziltra standing before a Royal Court. She was pleading for her life. Jyson must resist the proposal of the Queen of Buscom. It will be the end of our kingdom. It will be the end of everything! It’s a trap. War is a much more promising proposition! I swear it!”

Shay-Fong, who was sitting on the side of the bed, stood up and walked toward the open window. “Your gifts are becoming stronger, Nevin. Tomorrow I will begin teaching you how to channel. You must learn to control this or it will overtake you.”

He turned back around and walked to the bed. “Son, you cannot put any stock in your visions yet. It’s too soon. You aren’t a master.”

“Father, please… Plead with Jyson. He will listen to you. I know he is entertaining this horrible offer from that despicable old woman! It will be our undoing.”

“What Jyson decides is up to him, my son. I can advise him, but the decision is ultimately his,” Shay-Fong said.

“He trusts you with all of his heart and all of his soul. Please, Father. You know this is wrong.”
Shay-Fong sat down on the side of the bed once again. “Nevin, try to rest. You’ll be of no use if you are not well rested. Ziltra needs an advisor-in-training who is fully functioning.”

Nevin sighed and nodded as he sunk back onto his mattress. He closed his eyes and heard his father and mother leave the room. Left with his worries, he tried his hardest to find sleep again but was haunted by the images of his nightmares.

Nevin knew that Osatam was frightfully evil. He could feel it. He knew her youth was false also. In his mind’s eye, he saw Osatam as an old woman.

Another woman with black, silken hair and beautiful blue eyes stood behind Osatam. The woman waved her hands around.

A ball of fire appeared in the woman’s hands and the glow of the flames bathed her. Osatam’s head fell back and she opened her mouth. She swallowed the flames and her physical form grew fairer and younger. Then the tall woman changed, becoming short, with frizzy black hair.

Nevin knew instantly as he reflected on his dream that Osatam was advised by a witch powerful enough to change human appearance. He was untrained but knew enough about Transformation Spells to realize that the witch must have deep roots in evil to cast such a spell.

His concern turned to fear. He didn’t know what was ahead. What he did know was that the Queen of Buscom and the witch were a real threat to the people of Kaycon, the Royal Family, and to Ziltra, the person he cherished most in the world.