Taking Social Media By Storm

Last night I went to see the saddest movie in existence without actually knowing I would be ugly sobbing in public through the whole thing. If I Stay? Five stars--and now I need to read the book. Like now. Except I'm on a giant Sophie Kinsella/ Madeleine Wickham kick that won't go away until I read every single one.

This past week I was in a cabin in the woods of VA with barely any internet and I devoured books I've been meaning to read but haven't gotten to due to work getting in the way. The damage included the last Shopoholic Novel that's been released, since I'm gearing up for the new one this fall, as well as Sleeping Arrangements and Maya Banks Sweet Surrender. It was a good week, just what I needed.

I also made myself a nifty-neato Tumblr account which has become more than a little addicting and probably terrible for my work ethic. You can find me on Tumblr as Elise Hepner. I also got an Instagram account, click on the link to find me. Look at me, being all big and bad on the web. It's been a branching out adventure since I replaced my old phone from 2011 with a phone that has all the social media capabilities in the world. Cue me entering the digital age, better late than never, right?

That's enough for my social media update.

For my writing update, there will be a lot coming to all of my amazing readers very, very soon. My first cozy mystery, Deadlines: A Written to Death Mystery will be self-published at the end of October, just in time for Halloween. I have the cover and I've been dying to reveal it, but I'll wait until it draws closer to the release. I'm writing the second book in the series right now. I will also be self-publishing a book of mine I've been working on for a really long time, you might remember it being mentioned on this blog as Ex-House, renamed Ex-Retreat about a closed off, stuttering hero and a heroine who doesn't know what she wants who come together at a relationship retreat at the beach of North Carolina--spoiler alert: it's fem-dom. I love it with my whole heart, hopefully you will as well.

I'm also conquering edits for my first romantic suspense series in a three book deal with Entangled Publishing entitled A Fight For Shelter. You may remember that the original manuscript was a finalist in the Top Ten of Harlequin's So You Think You Can Write Contest in 2013. AFFS is different from what it was originally when I subbed it for SYTYCW, but it's much, much better and I can't wait to release it into the world this Spring 2015.

I think that's all of my boring ol' updates, how are you guys and dolls?

Have a kickass day,

Elise

Where The Hell Did My Summer Go?

Or my entire year, for that matter. After getting back from Authors After Dark in Charlotte, NC my life has been a constant scramble to catch up while balancing socialization with all the nifty, kick ass writers I met there this year. So. Many. Good. Times. Among them a trip to a BDSM play club, a fabulous book signing where yours truly kicked ass, and so many books. It was so amazing to meet all the readers there, so many hugs! Also many late night talks in the bar area, vigorous jazz hands, and games of Cards Against Humanity.

Some people really got to see a look into my twisted mind during Cards Against Humanity, it was fun to see the little short girl pull out some pretty creepy stuff. I enjoy being a surprise.

Right now I'm working on my second cozy mystery in the Written to Death series while watching the amazing Simpsons marathon going on for days and days and days. It's awesome and odd that I remember as much as I do of the early seasons, given that I was seven at the time of Season Five--where we are right now while I write this post. Some of my fav's from Season Four were when Lisa drinks the Duff Garden's water during the Duff Beer Ride, Bart getting a new Dad, and the one where Bart has a crush on the babysitter. I'm waiting with baited breath for the Treehouse of Horror episodes. God, the commercials are right. My life is going to revolve around this channel until the The Simpsons marathon is over...you know you have a problem when...

In other, more professional, news ALL OF THE BOOKS WILL BE COMING OUT SOON. Literally, so many of them. My first Written to Death cozy mystery, Dead Lines, focused around an alt woman who's forced to move back home after graduate school when the job market dries up to be the town obituary writer will be coming in the Fall. There should be a cover reveal coming soon. I love this book so much, there aren't words to describe how much fun I had writing it. Even if it is an insane departure from my usual.

I'll also be publishing my first Fem-Dom novel since Sex Tool with a geeky, stuttering hero and a heroine who is having trouble finding herself--but that all changes when she's shipped off to relationship rehab--and the place is closed for the off-season with one hot hero caretaker. Bum, bum, bum...

I think that's all the updates I have for now, but thanks for keeping up with me, and don't forget to sign up for my newsletter seen on the sidebar of my blog for giveaways, free books, secret excerpts, deleted scenes, and other goodies.

Have a kick ass day,

Elise

P.S. Now Mr. Burns is marrying Marge's Mom...Hehehehe

Yay, Cover Reveal for Eventide (Iron Falls 1)

This book looks badass and it will def be at the top of my To-Do List.--- Elise

Eventide (Iron Falls, #1)

by Christine

Allen-Riley

 

Release Date: 10/2014

Summary from Goodreads:

The driver in a tragic

car accident that killed her best friend, Devon Greer is consumed by guilt.

When powerful hallucinations convince her that she’s seeing Rachael everywhere,

Devon thinks she’s going crazy. But her friend isn’t truly gone.

To save Rachael from the faeries who stole her, Devon must pit herself against

the Court of the Sidhe. Once she witnesses the true form of the fey, Devon’s

life is in danger—and so are the lives of everyone she loves.

Now, Devon must not only protect herself, but also Jonah Seafort, Rachael’s

cousin and the only person Devon can trust to help her. While the Sidhe walk

among them, no one is safe…

About the Author

Lover of books, nature, cats and shiny things. Active disliker of

cooking, cleaning and stress. Mom, freelance editor & YA author - also a

bit of a nerd.

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A New Chapter And A Sale

Let's start off with more good news before you get to the even more good news, shall we? Well, it's all good, so it's relative. But I'm excited! Today all of my Ellora's Cave releases are on sale on Amazon. Like fairytales, multiple partners, or polyamory? What about fairytales and BDSM? Or M/M/F menage historical? I've got that, check it out HERE. I don't know how long the same lasts, so I'd pick them up soon as I know deals like this at EC are rare.

My next bit of news is that I've uploaded Chapter Four of Trapped With Sin to Wattpad last night so you have another free read, if you desire to read it. Here's a little snippet from Chapter Four:

“We hope you had a nice drive, Miss. Mason. Here’s your completed contract. We’ve already sent half of the contestant’s home in the last episode and your inclusion will be our main play and big reveal tonight to shake things up in the house. Please sign here, here, and here in the designated spots and we’ll get our car to drive you to the shoot.”

Riley met the suited man’s steady gaze and blinked. His mouth turned down a bit and hers turned up. When he reached for the glass of nine dollar lemonade at his side, she glanced down at the thick sheaf of papers on the table and continued to read. There wasn’t one syllable she was going to miss—and he needed to understand he’d be sitting out in the oppressive sun for quite some time before she made her mark on the contract.

“I assure you everything is as it should be. You must be eager to get out of this heat and get started—“

“I’m not going to sign my life away for the next two weeks without understanding all of this, Mr. Allen. If you want to wait for me inside you’re more than welcome. You don’t have to hover, wringing your hands. You’ll get my John Hancock when I get to the end.” She didn’t miss a beat wondering if he’d kick her off the show for her attitude, if anything her brashness would make for good television.

She didn’t even bother looking up. Her no nonsense client voice had reinforced her decision to the pampered, svelte executive sitting across from her out by the palatial pool near the hotel. He had thought the tables around the pool were more “atmospheric”. A nice code word for they were trying to impress her, get her mind off the legal stuff, and get her on the show. And if someone offered her another fancy vegan sandwich she was going to blow the whole damn thing.

Against the backdrop of fancy, slithering English, Riley was able to pick out most of the perks and pitfalls of the contract. She’d get two thousand dollars for every episode she remained and the number of remaining episodes before production was shut down was fourteen. Twenty-four thousand wasn’t anything to shake a stick at—but she had to be sure of everything. No media allowed in the house except for books and even those were checked before they were allowed on the premises.

No firearms—which was a given. But she still mourned the loss of her gun tucked into her backpack in the car. The fine weapon had been a present for her sixteenth birthday from her father and she never left the house without it. Something like a screwed up security blanket. Her gaze skimmed over the expected non-disclosure clause until all the episodes aired over the following six months. Standard and expected.

The man made a noise in the back of his throat. She didn’t rise to the bait and continued reading for another four, long pages. With a flourish she signed and looked up at the executive with a cheesy, wide smile as she pushed the contract across the hot glass table.

“Here we are. I appreciate you allowing me to take my time.”

“Of course,” he replied with another snide smile before he snapped his fingers and two men appeared, one who whisked the contract away, and one who pulled her chair back from the table. 

The screech of the curlicue wrought iron chair against the concrete pounded against her temples and she clung to the sides of the chair. They weren’t screwing around. With a weird niggling in the back of her brain, she warily glanced at the big pony-tailed man who motioned with one hand to follow him while he still had one beefy hand resting on the back of her chair.

“I signed my life away,” she muttered, before reluctantly following behind the man who led her back through the sprawling stucco lobby of the hotel, back outside to a sleek, gray town car.

“Here we are, Miss. I’ll be your driver, please let me know if you require anything else on our little excursion.” He opened the door with a little bow and she shot him a tentative smile with a murmured thanks.

“What about my suitcase?” she quickly piped up before he could shut the door.

“That’s all taken care of, your things will be waiting for you when you arrive at our destination.”

Vague. Lovely.

Also, if you were ever interested in meeting me in person, I'll be at Author's After Dark in Charlotte from Tuesday to Sunday wearing my pink hat of power. So look for me and I will give you many hugs! See you there, hopefully!