They have a cool setup where you can sponsor their site for a week, and in return they post an excerpt from your book (or announcement of your event) for the week. Check it out–Chapter 1 of my recent release, Down the Brink, for your reading pleasure:
Nice little blurb of the book by them: Read it here
Check out this week’s topic: ITW Thriller Roundtable June 4-11, 2018
I’m running giveaways for signed paperback copies of several of my more recent titles right now on the International Thriller Writers site.
Contest ends midnight PST on May 20, 2018.
All you need to do is post a comment. I’ll pick the winners at random and sign/send out the books. Good luck!
I like to keep track of anniversaries. I’m just that kind of person. I like to think back on where I was, compare it to where I am now, that sort of thing. Some anniversaries, of course, are more momentous than others. And this is one of them.
Five years ago today, my very first novel (THE GENESIS CODE) came out. I never thought I’d see that day, and I remember how excited I was (pretty much giddy with hope and dreams, as I recall). I had been writing short stories, getting some publications and honing my skills, since 2000 or so. Then around 2003/2004, I decided to try writing a full-length novel. I had a story, but no publisher in mind. I’d never attempted a work of that length. I just wanted to do it, do the best I could, and see what happened.
It took something like two and a half years. I started and restarted. I got stuck along the way. I had characters box themselves into corners that didn’t work. It felt very much like getting into a small boat, launching off into the ocean, and losing sight of land–and hoping I made it safely to some undetermined destination. But I eventually finished it, felt it was the best I could do.
Then law school happened. I decided to leave IT behind and attend full time beginning back in 2006. And I had time for nothing else during those three years (well, more than that, if you count the summer of studying for the bar exam, then the relocation, etc.). So I stopped writing fiction and the manuscript sat. I only shopped it to a few places during that time. Nothing happened and I had pretty much resigned myself to it never seeing the light of day.
Then one day, Greg Gifune posted on Facebook that DarkFuse was looking for novels. Long story short, I submitted it, and DarkFuse published it five years ago today.
A lot has happened since then. I’ve written a number of novels (medical/tech/legal thrillers) and novellas (horror and supernatural). DarkFuse published most of them before shutting down last year. Crossroad Press picked me up and republished all my backlist, as well as a couple of completed titles DarkFuse hadn’t gotten to yet. I self-published a novella last year. And I’m busy with the fourth draft of my current novel-in-progress. All this while working full time. So now I have a total of nine titles out, one in the works, and ideas for more.
I wonder what the next five years will bring. Will my style change? Will my subjects or genres change? (One thing’s for sure: you’ll see no romance novels from me!) Will my series character in INCIDENTAL FINDINGS (Nikki Avalon) take off and launch a whole stack of novels?
It’ll be interesting to see what I write on the next major anniversary. At least I hope so!
Thanks for reading,
As things stand right now, I have 9 titles published, 8 of them with Crossroad Press. The exception is my novella, Moon Over Ruin, which I self-published on Amazon last year. Crossroad Press sets up its author pages in a rather cool way. By choosing under Options, you can pick the source of the ebook: Amazon, Apple, Kobo, BN, or Smashwords. Whatever suits your fancy, all tidy in one place.
Here it is, my Author Page at Crossroad Press
Thanks for reading!
As well as ebook. Hot off the press from Crossroad Press!
As some of you may know, my prior publisher, DarkFuse, shut down last year. I will always be grateful to them for taking me on, publishing my debut novel, as well as several other novels and novellas while I was with them.
Crossroad Press picked me up last summer. Since then, they have re-released all my prior DarkFuse titles, as well as released two new novels that I’d completed for DarkFuse, but which didn’t get released before the shutdown. They’ve even published an audiobook of THE GENESIS CODE!
I just wanted to share some Crossroad Press links. I have an author page there, with all my books listed. They have their own store–plus you can purchase the titles at Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, and more.
As always, thanks for reading!
This is a little piece I wrote about how my novella SKINSHIFT came to be. It’s actually a rather creepy story unto itself. This piece was published in DarkFuse magazine at SKINSHIFT’s original launch. SKINSHIFT was recently re-released by Crossroad Press and is available in ebook form at Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, and more.
INSPIRATION STRIKES IN THE STRANGEST PLACES
What would you do? Would you stay—or would you be too scared?
Forget cruises, fancy destinations, and anything involving a commercial airplane. Give me a good road trip any day! My boyfriend and I have driven through quite a lot of the Lower 48 over the years, with a ton of pictures to prove it. We love to hit the back roads, to find the unusual and the weird. The weirder, the better.
In the summer of 2013, we were roaming through the middle of nowhere (Middle of Nowhere being one of our favorite spots), hunting for a campsite we’d seen on our map app—when we had cell reception, that is. By this point, there was no signal to be had, so we were off the grid, incommunicado, and hoping for the best.
After heading down a lonely dirt road for a while with nothing at all on either side, we saw what looked like a site amongst some trees and turned toward it. The remains of what appeared to be a cow skeleton lay scattered right at the turnoff. We pulled in farther, and lo and behold, there was a weathered old picnic table. And not another soul in sight. Not a vehicle. Not nothing. We’d found our place to stay for the night.
We started unloading the camping gear and getting the feel of the place. There were some menacing-looking biting flies around, but nothing too bad. We had a table (albeit a little the worse for wear), a fire ring, a nearby stream, trees surrounding the site, and what appeared to be an ancient wooden outhouse a short distance away at the end of a narrow path. And we had it all to ourselves. Cool.
Then we noticed the bonus feature: skulls. Skulls of all kinds. In all sorts of places.
There was one on the picnic table that appeared to be from a deer-like creature. Just sitting there on the far end, facing us, as if it’d been expecting guests. There was what appeared to be a horse skull and another sheep- or elk-like creature’s skull fastened to the birch next to the site. A bovine-looking skull lay on the ground on the other side of the picnic table. Hung on another tree were more elongated skulls, like wolf or fox. All the skulls were well-cleaned and in excellent condition.
While we were standing there trying to make sense of what we were seeing, something made a loud bang. I nearly jumped out of my skin before realizing it was just the outhouse door slamming. I hoped it was just due to wind.
But there wasn’t any wind.
Never did figure out why it picked right then to bang like that.
We stood very still and listened as hard as we could for sounds of humans, animals, anything. What if some survivalist type had taken over the site and we’d walked into what he considered home? We didn’t see any other sites nearby. This certainly wasn’t an organized and patrolled campground by any stretch of the imagination. But there was nothing more. Nothing but the buzz of some big black flies and the sound of the nearby creek coursing over stones and logs.
When had these skulls been left there? By whom? And why? We stalked around, looking for answers and finding none. Eventually, we decided whoever’d left them wasn’t going to join us—or at least we hoped not. So, after watching some bats flit around for a while, we settled in for the night. Nothing bad happened, and we left everything as we found it when we left the next day.
Of course, now a seed was planted in my head. How could I not use this as the germ for a new tale? At the time, I was still in the midst of writing BLOCKBUSTER, so I had to set the idea aside for a while. When I wrapped BLOCKBUSTER up in early 2014, I decided I wanted to do something shorter—a novella—and I just had to use the skulls in there somehow. And so began the concept for SKINSHIFT.
The skulls made an inspiring image, a great start, but they were only that: a start. How to build a story around them? What characters would I create, and what role would the skulls play? As I noodled it around in my head, a character came to mind. Dominic Donato. He’s not a good man. In fact, he’s a rather evil man. He begins the story alone, injured and abandoned in the Mojave Desert, seething with rage and hell-bent on revenge.
Dominic learns some powerful new skills, skills that enable him to survive his ordeal, to convert his rage into action, and the skulls figure into this. And that’s as much of a spoiler as you’re going to get out of me. I hope you enjoy SKINSHIFT, and that it makes you think twice the next time you’re driving along a desolate desert road and you see a vulture circling high in the air. You’d better watch out. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
As always, thank you for your support and thanks for reading!
Pleasant dreams—or not,
Lisa von Biela
This is a little intro piece I wrote that was published by DarkFuse as bonus material at ASH AND BONE’s original launch. Thought I’d share it here, since Crossroad Press just re-released that creepy little novella. Enjoy!
Often I will encounter some odd little thing that triggers a story idea, especially for my shorter work. Almost anything might strike me. For example, a little coin-operated clock I saw in a museum inspired my short story Caught in Time (published as bonus material with my novel THE JANUS LEGACY).
It can be a turn of phrase. Once on a road trip, we stopped for gas in Iowa. We happened to pump $6.66 worth. When we went inside to pay, the clerk took one look at the amount and declared to my boyfriend, “That’s a bad number, Mister.” That sentence was too good to ignore. I used it in a short story entitled Hunting with the Boys, in which the protagonist stops for gas on his way to a rather ill-fated hunting trip involving some deer bent on revenge.
More recently, a wonderfully photographed scene from an old movie struck me so strongly, I remember sitting there and thinking I just had to use it in a short story or novella. ASH AND BONE opens with this dark, foggy noirish waterfront scene. I started drafting the novella with that scene, but still had to decide (and I went back and forth on this!) who would be in that scene, what that person would be doing there, how that scene would tie into the remainder of the story, and so on.
Mere words on a sign can spawn a story, too. When we lived in Minnesota, there was a small office building not far from home. On one side were the words “Control House.” Well, if those words don’t burst with potential, I don’t know what does. I thought about it for a while, and eventually came up with my short story, Control House.