Azoth Khem’s owner, who is also my publisher, editor, and friend, just got kicked in the teeth. She’s in the hospital now, but has had her home taken away while this is all going on. Anything you can do to help her and her Tommy Cat is appreciated. CLICK HERE to go to her GoFundMe page.
If charity isn’t your thing, but having your writing glossed to a professional level is, you can hire her as an editor instead. Just VISIT HER WEBSITE to get her latest rates and offers. All those cool awards I win come from books she edited. That’s about as good a recommendation as I can give.
How all this happened is her tale to tell, not mine. Nevertheless, as you might imagine, this not only royally sucks for her, it throws off Azoth’s release schedule a bit. But Nancy isn’t Nancy for nothing. Now that the beta readers have weighed in, she has her laptop open to The Darkling Wind. The first stand-alone story I’ve written since the award-winning SPLICE: HIT BIT TECHNOLOGY.
Alien disks descend upon Earth, they don’t bring war – they bring unrelenting desire. As elders & invalids experience miraculous rejuvenation and libidos surge, governments scramble to contain the phenomenon. The fate of the world is in the hands of a 130-year-old pinup model and a gay teen from Arizona. As it should be.
Witty, irreverent, and wildly original, The Darkling Wind blends sci-fi, satire, and sex-positive adventure in a race against extinction where only the most human of connections may save us all.
Get your copy this spring on Azoth Khem.
Also keeping Nancy entertained is The Plato Wars. As you may have guessed, and I know you did because you’re just as smart as you are good looking, once upon a time in the future, mankind created a way to consolidate all the world’s digital creations, from simple internets to personal AIs, into one cohesive machine. They spent a century assuring every safeguard imaginable had been erected, and then introduced the world to Plato. This seemed like a good idea at the time. It wasn’t.
That book has been pawed through and fawned over by beta-readers, whose reviews have ranged from “OMFG! HOLY SHIT!” to “This is a compelling narrative that will cause people to reevaluate how they interact with AI, or even computers.” Most likely, the actual story is somewhere between those two. Either way, it’s written, proofed, and in Nancy’s capable hands, which still need our help.
All this leads to the true completion of The Brittle Riders saga. An eight-book trilogy your parents forbade you to read.
In a chronology the characters would understand, the aforementioned Plato Wars kicks it off. Things go downhill for humans from there.
Limitless abuse of sentient playthings was just what the universe ordered, and Edward Q. Rohta delivered. Unchecked hedonism and violent perversions became the way of the world until the playthings disagreed. gen-O-pod(™) Wars is the sexiest, most violent Armageddon you’ve ever experienced.
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Civilization ended with a party; what’s left are fading remnants of rotting dreams. In the scattered ashes of humanity, only the genetic echoes of humanity remain. Tread cautiously into the wilds of The Brittle Riders, and travel a dark odyssey through a world where mercy is extinct and monsters are the only prayer left by forgotten gods.**********
In the ocean’s shadowed depths, secrets fester and old sins refuse to stay drowned. Peace is just a cracking mask when the world is bracing for blood. With killers again slinking in the haze, even gods can die. In Goptri of the Mists, when hope meets oblivion, sometimes neither survives.
Award-winning authors Margret Trebeir and Kasey Hill also have new titles coming out on Azoth Khem. Margret’s snarky robots and Kasey’s thoughtful Y/A demons liven up any quality library.
CLICK HERE to help Nancy get her life back. She is always on the front lines helping others, and now she could use a helping hand up.
Thanks for being you. We’ll talk soon.
