Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The Eve of Publication

I don't exactly know the release date, only that it is in March. Since it is so close to March, I decided to go ahead and post this now and show the world my cover and give ya a sneaky peak.

Here it is... the excerpt for Immorati by MK Mancos
Published by Triskelion


When the corpse of an unidentified species is found in the woods near Pine Haven, New Jersey along with a human female, anthropologist Edie Campbell is called in by local law enforcement and the medical examiner to help identify the strange humanoid male. The discovery of a heretofore unknown species is thrilling for Edie, up until she realizes the creature has recently mated with the human female.

Questions form with no apparent answers until Aidan LaMont arrives in Pine Haven to identify his cousin’s body. But the secretive Aidan hides as much of the mystery surrounding the strange creature as he explains. And Edie has no doubt that behind his simmering sexuality, and amber eyes, he knows much more than he’s willing to tell.

Set up:

Edie has invited Aidan and his best friend Cletus over for dinner to welcome them to the building. After the recent wave of attacks by the Jersey Devil (Corpesetti) in Pine Haven, they have rented the bottom apartment of the Victorian where Edie lives in order to protect her and subdue the beast.

What should have been a simple trip to the grocery store for Edie has turned into a fight for her life, with the Corpesetti determined to kill Edie in the same manner he has killed before: by consuming the heart of his victim in a bid to reach immortality. Though Edie has heard stories of the Immorati all her life, she has no idea they are the sworn enemy of the Corpesetti, or that she is their next victim.

***This excerpt may vary slightly from finished copy***

The Corpesetti stood on his hindquarters not six feet from her, and roared to the heavens. Long sharp fangs flashed like pearl daggers under the parking lot lights.

Edie turned the key again and jumped into the truck just as the animal reached out to her.

She slammed the door and engaged the power locks.

The entire truck shook as the Corpesetti hit it full force on the driver’s side.

Edie screamed. Her throat burned. Long claws scoured the roof trying to peel back the metal like a tin can.

The truck continued to rock as the Corpesetti tried to get at her. Without warning, a large fist came through the driver’s side window, showering her with glass.

She reached through and pulled its long hair, slamming its head against the metal doorframe.

The creature yowled in anger then jumped back from the attack.

Quickly, she started the truck and put the vehicle into gear. She gunned the gas and left the parking lot to the squeal of tires and smell of rubber.

The Corpesetti followed her for a few blocks, until the wail of sirens made it veer into the woods and away from the town proper.

Edie hit the parking lot for her apartment so fast the truck bounced over the curb and landed sideways in a spot.

She bent over the steering wheel and gulped in quick breaths. Damn, that had been way too close.

Blood dripped down the front of her blouse from various cuts on her neck and chest. A cut on her cheek stung. She surveyed the damage, convinced all were surface wounds.

A loud yell filled the night, and Edie looked up through the windshield, afraid the Corpesetti had returned, and was surprised to see Aidan running down the front stairs.


Aidan knew he should have insisted he accompany her to the store. But, no, the woman was too independent to rely on help for something as mundane as grocery shopping. Now the evidence from the Corpesetti’s most recent attack marred the side of her truck and bathed her in blood.

His heart pounded in his throat as he opened her door and reached in for her. She came to him without hesitation. Her arms tightened around his neck. Tremors moved up and down her body and radiated out to her limbs.

“Come on, love, let’s get you inside and cleaned up.”

“It tried to get into the car. It was waiting for me…”

“That’s how they hunt.”

He could feel her swallow and she buried her face in his neck. He’d wanted her in his arms since he’d first laid eyes on her, but this was not the manner in which he wanted her to come to him.

She brushed her bloodied cheek against his. Her warm breath stirred his hair. Painful lust raced through his body and made his body ache for her.

He breathed against her skin.


She moved her face and their mouths slid together. That was the only invitation he needed. A low moan filled his throat as he took her mouth.

Nothing had ever tasted quite as sweet. Hunger for more of her gnawed at his mind.

Of their own volition his hands slid down her back, molding her body to his as he slanted his mouth in the opposite direction to kiss her more deeply. Breath escaped her and filled him when he gently sent his tongue inside to explore.

Her hands slid down his neck and pressed against his chest.

“Cletus.” She pulled away and looked up at Aidan in confusion.

Aidan looked up to see Cletus standing on the porch with a peculiar look on his face. “Could you bring the groceries in? I’m going to take Edie upstairs and settle her down.”

His best friend nodded and shoved his hands down into his front pockets before coming slowly down the stairs. Aidan would discover the cause of Cletus’ odd behavior after he saw to Edie.

He’d almost lost her.

After several attempts, where she just stood there as if not knowing what to do next, Aidan finally managed to herd Edie up the stairs and into her apartment. He took her into the bathroom and set her on the closed toilet lid.

“Do you have a first aid kit?”

She shook her head. “No, just some peroxide, some anti-bacterial salve and bandages.”

“Good enough.” He looked around the tiny bathroom for a moment, opening doors and cabinets. He found the supplies, but no washcloths. “Where do you keep the bath linens? I want to wash your cuts first.”

She looked up at him, her eyes huge. “I can do it. They aren’t as bad as they look.”

He gave a grunt. “You have glass in your hair.”

A bloody hand reached up and shook the heavy blonde mass out. Pieces of glass fell to the floor.

“I’m a mess.” Her voice sounded as if she dangled on the edge of losing whatever composure she had managed to maintain.

Aidan leaned over and started the water in the tub. When he had the temperature adjusted he turned the shower on. “Take a shower and get cleaned up. Cletus and I can handle making dinner tonight. You just relax.”

He was about to shut the door when she looked up at him. She hadn’t budged from the toilet seat. “Aidan?”


“Why does it want to kill me? Why is it coming after me?”

“Because it thinks you have something it wants.”



She cocked her head like she didn’t understand then her eyes widened a little. Aidan closed the door before she could ask any more questions.

Saturday, February 17, 2007

A Few Minutes Here

Until I have to start getting ready for my monthly NJRW meeting. I haven't written anything in a week or so and thought I should jot down some words of wisdom, or at least expunge the crap from my head.

I've been working diligently on my dragon story for Samhain, titled Dragon Tamer. It's going rather well, I think. I may even make the deadline. (God, I hope so...I'm writing this for a specific project and for really no other reason.) I'm at about 13K, so a little over half way there depending on how long it ends up being. Making pretty good tracks. I won't get to work on it today, but maybe tonight. I have to work tomorrow night, so I'll be staying up all night tonight to sleep tomorrow. I can usually get stuff done pretty well if I work all night. The key is to not have the tv on. Radio (itunes) or the stereo is fine. Sometimes I'll watch DVDs for background noise, but I find with them, I'll usually watch television instead of getting work done.

Well, coming up Wed. I'm going into the city with some friends from the NICU. We're going to go see the revival of Le Miz on Broadway. It's a matinee show, so we'll take the train into Penn Station and then go to dinner afterwards. I think they said it's a 3 hour show...a 3 hour show...
(Sorry, I wrote that and had strains of the Gilligan's Island theme song running through my head.) - I watched the weather this morning and it said that Wed. may be a mix of snow and rain. I'll believe it when I see it. I know the weather men here (or is it weather persons?) and they very rarely get it right in a five day.

After I finish my dragon story, it's off to finish the Mind Games novella for Red Sage. My heroine and hero have been holed up in their hotel room having wild sex for about 2 weeks now. - Well, since I decided to write the dragon story. Not that they probably mind it much, but it's probably time for them both to move on. After all, the heroine's daddy (a governmental baddie) is after them and they should keep moving...as in going to a safe house.

I actually thought I'd be further along with my list of books I have to finish. But then, I didn't expect this other project to pop up, or to get the itches to send the novel formerly titled, Fangdango to another publisher to consider. I had to do a major chop job on the synopsis, since the publisher I sent it to know only wanted a 4-5 page one and mine was 13. Hmmmm....if 13 is an unlucky number, maybe that's why it wasn't bought before. If only I believed in superstitions. But I don't. Well, except for the one's involving the hospital. Like if you say the word 'transport' in the NICU three times in a row, we'll get a call for one. I've seen it happen...swear to God. It's like calling for Beetlejuice.

Well, that's my time for today. I still have to take a shower and get my things together. My car is still buried in snow from the other day, so I'll have to dig it out before I go.


Saturday, February 10, 2007

Self Imposed Deadlines and Roller Coasters

It's already a month and some change into the new year and already my self-imposed deadline is shot to shit. The reason being I've discovered two new special projects going on over at Samhain Publishing that I'm going to write something for. The first one is due on March 1st and is 25-30K long. I've got to get a move on to write the story to send, thus pushing back my other projects a bit.

Oh well. Can't win 'em all, but I'll get back on track in a few weeks. I might now send something to the second open call. It's for Valentines Day of '08. Nothing's coming to me for that one, but the first one, called I Dream of Dragons, gave me an inspiration immediately. So...I'm going for it. Wish me luck.

Well, I had some bad news yesterday. My pseudo-vampire novel was rejected by SMP. I did, however, recieve a brief yet nice letter from editor Monique Patterson. She actually said I'm a very talented writer. That's encouraging. I'll send her something else in a few weeks. Something that is not paranormal in nature. Who knows, I might get lucky. SMP is definately my dream publisher and I would love to write for them, but I'm also happy being published by my other publishers so getting that rejection letter didn't really hurt like I thought it would. I read it and was..."Oh, that's nice of her to say." But other than that...I was all right. Hmmmm....either I'm growing a very thick skin in this business or I knew deep down that it may have not been the best project to send to her. Well, I'm not going to worry or fret over it. My career at this point is what it is. And I'll do the best to promote and get my name out there as I can.

I'm going to add a few things to the story and send it elsewhere. I really want to make the distinction between what my main character Benito Achilles calls alchemy and what the actual practice of alchemy is to practitioners. Big difference. Huge. I'm going to do this through the eyes of the hero, Tristain St. Blaise. It won't take many changes or words to make it clear, I won't have to write a new scene. I'll be able to slip it in there unobtrusively inside another scene.

Then it's off to an editor. Cross my fingers and hope for the best.