Tayrn Kincaid's Latest Release: FROST

DEBBIE: Hi all! Today we have Taryn Kincaid dropping by.

LAURA: Ooo! Taryn rocks! Check out that cover....

DEBBIE: It's gorgeous!

LAURA: And this is book 3 in her Sleepy Hollow series.

DEBBIE: That's right. The first two books are Lightning and Thunder.

LAURA: What cool titles. Let's see what this one's about.

DEBBIE: Yes, let's.

 

Frost

by Taryn Kincaid

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Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.
Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

Genre: Paranormal, erotic romance, contemporary, holiday, urban fantasy

Heat level: 4
Word count – 13k

Cover art by Tibbs Design

EXCERPT:

Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet.

“I’m Maxwell Raines.”

Yeah. No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?

She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.

Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she said.

“I’m never late.”

“Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.” She waved a hand around the empty room.

“Depends on your perspective.”

“You’re big on perspective, are you?”

“I’m a painter.” A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.”

“Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left.”

“You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.”


AUTHOR BIO:

Taryn Kincaid lives in beautiful Bora Bora. Or wishes she did. When she's not parasailing up and down the Hudson River, taking care of her aging pet walrus, or volunteering at the local animal shelter [oh, HELL, no], she loves to arrange her voodoo doll-pin collection and practice chanting. Taryn is dedicated to eradicating the Kardashians and Honey Boo-Book from the face of the earth, along with The Bieb and sparkly vampires. At this moment, she is busy adjusting the tin foil to throw the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) off her trail. She hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her on her website, http://tarynkincaid.com, and her blog, http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com where she lives for comments!

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Can the Experience of an 80 Year Old Help a Teenager? Check out Liza O'Connor's Saving Casey

DEBBIE: Hi all. Today we have Liza O'Connor in the house!

LAURA: Oh! Awesome! Welcome, Liza.

DEBBIE: Yes, welcome.

LAURA: This book sounds wonderful. What inspired you to write Saving Casey?

LIZA: Partly from situations that occurred when I was in jr. high and highschool and partly from watching current teens in my neighborhood struggle.

LAURA: Yes, I remember being a teen. It was tough. Everything that happened seemed so big and out of my control.

DEBBIE: Yeah, it was a hard time growing from a child into an adult. What about the parents of these kids in your neighborhood?

LIZA: They have great parents, but that doesn’t seem to help them. Made me wonder if older life experience is irrelevant to a current teen’s problem.

LAURA: I know I've thought, "If I only knew then what I know now."

DEBBIE: You think that from one day to the next. LOL

LAURA: LOL! Do not!

DEBBIE: So, Liza, how does life experience fit in with your story?

LIZA: I created a very troubled teen and then when she died, sent a highly experienced 80 year old woman into her body. That way I could see if life experience helps.

DEBBIE: Very cool idea!

LAURA: Yeah! And does it?

LIZA: Certainly wasn’t a cure all. Read the book and tell me what you think.
DEBBIE: It's already on my TBR list.
LAURA: Mine, too! :) Hey, Deb, don't we have a blurb and excerpt around here for our readers?
DEBBIE: Yep. Here it is....

Saving Casey

by Liza O’Connor

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Having been diagnosed with cancer, Cass Goldman decides to opt out of any futile medical care and end her life. While she has some thoughts on afterlife, she never expects to reincarnate into the body of a seventeen-year-old girl named Casey Davidson.

When she awakens in a hospital, Cass discovers two disturbing facts: One, she is now inside the body of a troubled teenager, and two, the former owner of this body committed suicide, but only Cass knows that. Everyone else believes Casey has survived, but suffered a complete memory loss. Cass has two choices: to take on Casey’s life and turn it around, or to confess the truth about her reincarnation and end up in a mental asylum. Given this second chance to life, Cass decides to take on the future life of Casey—the frightening ghoul-faced teen with short, black, spiky hair.

Every person around Cass has an ulterior motive and discovering the truth of Old Casey’s life is more complicated than the “new math” she is forced to learn in school. In addition, Cass has to contend with raging teenage hormones and the prior crimes of Old Casey, which she might not remember, but everyone else certainly does. However, her biggest frustration concerns her feelings for her father’s rugged security specialist who sees her only as a teenager and doesn’t want to explore the mutual attraction between them.

As determined as Cass is to turn this life around, Old Casey’s enemies are just as determined to end her life. She has no idea whom she can trust, but she’ll never survive going it alone.

Genre: Young adult, contemporary, suspense/thriller, sweet romance
Heat level: 2
Word count – 64k
Cover art by Fantasia Frog Designs

BUY LINKS:

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VIDEO LINKS:

Saving Casey Trailer  |  Abridged My Crappy New Life series

EXCERPT: 

Upon settling down on the toilet, Cass noticed the floor to ceiling mirror facing her and screamed at the sight of the creature within it. Short black hair spouted about its head, black circles surrounded both eyes and fell like triangular knives down the cheeks. Black lips, stretched in horror as if in a nightmare. Pulling up her pants, she moved closer to the mirror.

She was a ghoul, an honest to God ghoul!

The door crashed open and her father stared at her, fear and panic clear in his eyes.

She touched her face. “Please tell me these aren’t permanent.”

His panic remained a second longer as her words filtered into his brain and then he pulled her into his arms. “Don’t worry, we will get them removed—if you want to…”

“If? Oh, I definitely want them removed,” she said.

How can I turn around my life if I look like the walking dead from a low-grade monster movie?

 

 

LAURA: Wow, that looks great!

DEBBIE: Yes, it does!

LAURA: Hey, here's an author bio for Liza....

DEBBIE: Let's post it, too. Readers always want to know more about authors and where they can find them!

 

Author Bio:

Liza O'Connor lives in Denville, NJ, with her dog, Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, Liza learned to fly small Cessnas in New Jersey, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She's an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.

Blog and Website: http://www.LizaOConnor.com

Facebook Profile: http://www.facebook.com/liza.oconnor.90

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Liza0Connor

 

 

 

 

Giveaway! Love & Curses by L.J. Garland & Debbie Gould

Are ya feelin' lucky?

LAURA: Hey, Deb. I'm feeling crazy.

DEBBIE: Hey, me too! Why don't we do something to celebrate our newest Cursed Ink series?

LAURA: Cool idea! And why don't we give away a free copy of Love & Curses to a random commenter?

DEBBIE: One copy? Pft! Let's give away TWO copies to TWO random commenters!!

LAURA: Okay, you wild woman. But we need to ask some wild question and have them come up with a creative answer....

DEBBIE: Let's do it!

LAURA: Deal! (to readers) Okay, guys....heeeere's your question! Best of luck!

BUY:

Amazon  |  ARe  |  Smashwords  |  Barnes & Noble

Curse of the Primate

On a trip to the Congo to take detailed notes on the mating habits of the dung beetle to garner a plum research grant, you set up camp near a local watering hole so you can observe the mating habits of the water buffalo. Quite noisy that. After clogging your ears with plugs, you try to sleep, but find the ruckus is intolerable. So, you grab a Twinkie (one of the last on planet Earth), wolf it down, and trek off into the jungle. One hundred yards in, you realize in your frenzy to escape the hullabaloo, you forgot to bring your rifle. No matter…you aren’t going back. No way. No how.

The moonlight dapples through the canopy, leaving intermittent spotlights of the jungle floor. You pause near a tree and rip open the cellophane and take out your Twinkie (the treat, not your…oh, never mind.) Before you can take even the first bite, some hits you hard on the head and you tumble to your knees. A shadowy figure skitters by, and a moment later, you stare at your hand—sans Twinkie—and promptly pass out.

An indeterminable time later, you open your eyes to find a baby ape sitting next to you. As you push yourself upright, you notice a suspicious white cream on his apish lips. Twinkie cream! That baby ape ate my Twinkie! The sweet creature pats you on the head, makes a cute noise, and crawls into your arms. Aww…it’s love at first hug.

“Where’s your mama?” you ask.

Dark eyes stare up at you as thought trying to comprehend your strange language.

“Did your mama abandon you?”

Surprisingly, the baby nods.

Taking this as a sign, you pack up camp (research grant be damned…this baby ape needs you!), and squirrel your new babe back home. (And by squirrel, you obviously kidnapped the critter and broke several intercontinental, animal rights laws, and port charges in order to get him into your tiny one-bedroom apartment without anyone seeing). When you arrive, you call the local grocery store and order fifty hands of bananas and whatever treats that are close to Twinkies.

You get away with all this for a year and become so attached to your friend that you name him. He’s family. You’ll do anything to protect him.

Then, your best bud’s nosy ex comes sniffing around…and bam, the jig is up…or the ape is out of the bag…or whatever other terms you care to put this in. Anyway, before you can spit a lick—or is that lickety-split?—your ape is gone. Shipped off to some zoo, where you know they won’t give him the tasty treats you spoil him with. Your heart is broken.

Unknown to your best bud’s nosy ex, you also dabble in the mystic arts. You wait in your car outside the local strip joint until you spot her stumbling out into the dark alley, drunk as all get out. You come up behind her.

“Hey, Brad’s ex!”

She whirls around. “Hey, what?”

“You took my ape!”

Her bloodshot eyes widen. “Naw, naw. Now, ya got that all wrong. I didn’t go touchin’ nobody's ape. I’m not that kinda girl. I like guys...and sometimes girls if they smell like Slim Jims.”

Yeah, she’s toast, but that doesn’t deter you from your mission. You jab a finger in her direction. “Now, you’re gonna pay!”

Now you have to curse Brad’s nosey ex for shipping off the best ape you ever shared a one-bedroom apartment with. Make sure you use his name in the curse. And be sure to tell our readers how it all turned out!

Giveaway!

So...are ya feelin' lucky?

LAURA: Hey, Deb. I'm feeling crazy.

DEBBIE: Hey, me too! Why don't we do something to celebrate our newest Cursed Ink series?

LAURA: Cool idea! And why don't we give away a free copy of Love & Curses to a random commenter?

DEBBIE: One copy? Pft! Let's give away TWO copies to TWO random commenters!!

LAURA: Okay, you wild woman. But we need to ask some wild question and have them come up with a creative answer....

DEBBIE: Let's do it!

LAURA: Deal! (to readers) Okay, guys....heeeere's your question! Best of luck!

Curse of the Primate

On a trip to the Congo to take detailed notes on the mating habits of the dung beetle to garner a plum research grant, you set up camp near a local watering hole so you can observe the mating habits of the water buffalo. Quite noisy that. After clogging your ears with plugs, you try to sleep, but find the ruckus is intolerable. So, you grab a Twinkie (one of the last on planet Earth), wolf it down, and trek off into the jungle. One hundred yards in, you realize in your frenzy to escape the hullabaloo, you forgot to bring your rifle. No matter…you aren’t going back. No way. No how.

The moonlight dapples through the canopy, leaving intermittent spotlights of the jungle floor. You pause near a tree and rip open the cellophane and take out your Twinkie (the treat, not your…oh, never mind.) Before you can take even the first bite, some hits you hard on the head and you tumble to your knees. A shadowy figure skitters by, and a moment later, you stare at your hand—sans Twinkie—and promptly pass out.

An indeterminable time later, you open your eyes to find a baby ape sitting next to you. As you push yourself upright, you notice a suspicious white cream on his apish lips. Twinkie cream! That baby ape ate my Twinkie! The sweet creature pats you on the head, makes a cute noise, and crawls into your arms. Aww…it’s love at first hug.

“Where’s your mama?” you ask.

Dark eyes stare up at you as thought trying to comprehend your strange language.

“Did your mama abandon you?”

Surprisingly, the baby nods.

Taking this as a sign, you pack up camp (research grant be damned…this baby ape needs you!), and squirrel your new babe back home. (And by squirrel, you obviously kidnapped the critter and broke several intercontinental, animal rights laws, and port charges in order to get him into your tiny one-bedroom apartment without anyone seeing). When you arrive, you call the local grocery store and order fifty hands of bananas and whatever treats that are close to Twinkies.

You get away with all this for a year and become so attached to your friend that you name him. He’s family. You’ll do anything to protect him.

Then, your best bud’s nosy ex comes sniffing around…and bam, the jig is up…or the ape is out of the bag…or whatever other terms you care to put this in. Anyway, before you can spit a lick—or is that lickety-split?—your ape is gone. Shipped off to some zoo, where you know they won’t give him the tasty treats you spoil him with. Your heart is broken.

Unknown to your best bud’s nosy ex, you also dabble in the mystic arts. You wait in your car outside the local strip joint until you spot her stumbling out into the dark alley, drunk as all get out. You come up behind her.

“Hey, Brad’s ex!”

She whirls around. “Hey, what?”

“You took my ape!”

Her bloodshot eyes widen. “Naw, naw. Now, ya got that all wrong. I didn’t go touchin’ nobody's ape. I’m not that kinda girl. I like guys...and sometimes girls if they smell like Slim Jims.”

Yeah, she’s toast, but that doesn’t deter you from your mission. You jab a finger in her direction. “Now, you’re gonna pay!”

Now you have to curse Brad’s nosey ex for shipping off the best ape you ever shared a one-bedroom apartment with. Make sure you use his name in the curse. And be sure to tell our readers how it all turned out!

New Paranormal Romance Series

We've just released the first book in a new paranormal romance series: Cursed Ink. Each story will feature a new romance (with lots of murder and mayhem - lol) but there is a character thread throughout the series. Poor Ben Walker is the man we will torture until he figures out what he's missing in his miserable, self-absorbed life.

Here's Cursed Ink: Book 1 - Love & Curses.
Enjoy! :)

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….Calista Page always gives her heart to the wrong guy. The latest one gives her a tattoo before he dumps her to move on to his next conquest. As she falls apart from yet another failed relationship, her sexy, steadfast neighbor holds her. Why can’t she find a guy like him?

….Successful restaurant owner, Andy Mitchell pines for the girl next door. Tired of being her go-to guy, he decides to tell her how he feels. But fresh off her latest rejection, he wonders if he can convince her that this time love will last.
….“Death is after you,” Calista’s crazy aunt warns. After cursing the tattoo artist who broke niece’s heart, she fears the black magic has splashed over to her. Gypsy mumbo-jumbo or not, Andy’s instincts kick in, but with Death determined to take Calista’s life at every turn, can Andy unravel the secret of Love and Curses before it’s too late?

Genre: Paranormal romance, suspense/thriller, erotic romance

Heat level: 3
Word count: 18k
Cover Art: TygraPro Designs

BUY: Amazon * ARe * Smashwords * Barnes & Noble

 

EXCERPT:

“I’d hoped you understood.” Annoyance settled heavily in Ben’s belly, creating a familiar lead weight that threatened not only to ruin his good mood but also attempted to tether him to New Orleans. Hell, since he’d turned sixteen, he hadn’t been tied to any one spot, and today certainly wasn’t the day he would change. Rolling to his side, the sheet slipping from his hip, he reached over to smooth a dark lock of hair from his lover’s forehead. “I thought we were on the same page here, Calista.”

Bright gold eyes turned toward him. “I thought we were, too.”

“Good.” He trailed his fingers over her collarbone and down to her chest where he drew lazy circles over her damp, bronze skin. Damn if she hadn’t ridden him like a female jockey. Got them both across the finish line, too. If only she’d had a whip—

“I just don’t understand why we can’t go out to a restaurant and have an actual meal together.” She sighed, her breasts rising and falling enticingly. “It’s not like it’s a big deal.”

Not a big deal? One meal turns into two, and next thing, she’s picking out fucking china. Hell no. Ben gave her his special smile—the one that more than one girl had admitted made her panties wet—and ground his pelvis against her thigh. “C’mon, baby. We’ve had two weeks of fun, why ruin what we have by getting dressed? Le’me order us a pizza.”

“It’s been ten days.” She shoved him away and sat up.

He nodded. “Yes, we’ve been eating way too much pizza. Chinese. How about Moo Shu Pork?”

Scooting her long legs over the side of the bed, she perched on the edge of the mattress with her back to him, shoulders hunched. “So, what is it? Do I embarrass you or something?”

Ben scrubbed his hands over his face. This was exactly why he didn’t care for relationships. Games, wordplay, the struggle for control, insecurities—all of it a waste of time. Amid that were about three hours of hot, sweaty sex—sometimes more if the girl he was with understood the score.

Calista did not.

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re gorgeous.” He moved closer to her, the thin sheet sliding away and the cool air wafting over his heated skin. As he reached to brush her long black hair to the side, a shudder coursed down his back. “And the tat on your shoulder makes you sexier than ever.” He trailed his fingers over his work, the tribal-style bird he’d inked two weeks—no, ten days ago. “My little sparrow.”

She twisted toward him. “So, you think of me as something you can keep caged?”

He bowed his head and squeezed his eyes closed. Damn it. Here we go. “No. Nobody’s caged. No one’s controlling anyone else.” He lifted his gaze to meet hers. “That’s the point.”

Her jaw tightened, and she swallowed. “So, all I am is a good time, right?”

“You sure sounded as though you were having a good time when you were riding me like there was no tomorrow.”

Her expression darkened, and tears welled in her eyes. Aw, hell. Didn’t anyone have a sense of humor anymore? Ben flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“Yes, you did.” She shoved to her feet. Snatching her shorts from the chair, she stepped into them and jerked them up. “You meant exactly what you said. And I might be a little slow on the uptake, but I’m not stupid.” She yanked her T-shirt over her head sans bra. “For some reason, I thought we had something good going here. Something that might last. But I get it now.” She threw her arms out to the sides. “It was just sex.”

“Calista….” He left the bed and crossed to her.

She held her hand up, warding him off. “No. Don’t say anything else.” She grabbed her panties and bra from the floor, wadded them into a ball, and stuffed them into her purse.

He tried not to stare at her heaving chest while she yelled at him, but her tight nipples pushing against the thin shirt fabric were too distracting. Damn, he wished he could’ve played things out a little longer, had another tumble or two before it all had gone to shit.

She stepped into her sandals and marched to the door, and he followed after her.

“Okay, sooo….” He faced her, naked from head-to-toe, giving her one last chance to check out what she was giving up. “I’ll call you tomorrow, then.”

Her hand on doorknob, she stopped, a strained laugh erupting from her throat. “Sure, Ben. You call.”

Jerking the door open, she stormed out, slamming the cheap panel of wood behind her.

....“Well, all right,” he muttered. With a sigh, he checked his watch. Five o’clock. He had another client scheduled at the parlor for six thirty. Just enough time to get a shower, grab some grub, and get there.

New Release: In My Sights



Can a 1Night Stand save Bobby & Siobhan's lives
from a sniper who wants them dead?
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BLURB:

....Six months ago, Siobhan Cantrell’s world was changed forever by a sniper’s bullet. The incident transformed her from a secure confident woman to a recluse, afraid to leave her own home. When her friends urge her to re-enter the world of the living, they suggest Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand dating service. Nervous, she signs up and learns the company is renown for in-depth background checks and safe encounters. So, how dangerous could it be?
....Sergeant Bobby Martin has witnessed Madame Eve’s magic firsthand. His teammate found true love through her service. Still a skeptic but giving in to peer pressure, the Air Force Pararescueman signs himself up. When he meets Siobhan, his doubts fly out the window—unfortunately bullets start flying in them. Determined to protect her from a sniper that won’t give up, Bobby vows to keep her safe. As their chemistry ramps up, so does the sniper’s attempts.
....Can Bobby keep Siobhan alive, or will the killer catch them in his sights?

Genre: Contemporary, military romance, erotic romance, suspense/thriller
Heat level: 4
Word count – 16k


Excerpt:

....“Look, I’m not gonna lie to you.” He loosened his hold on her while he perused her face, settling on her mouth. “I wasn’t sure about this one-night thing to start with, but after seeing you…well, I can definitely follow through. No problem.” He shifted his attention to her face, the naked heat swirling in his baby blues causing her breath to catch. “But after what all you told me, I want you to know I get it. We can play this thing any way you want. Fast. Slow. Or I can just hold you.” He trailed his fingers up and down her arms, sending delicious tingles along her skin. “Though I’ll admit, that’s not my first choice.”

....She stared at him. God, he was such a gentleman. Without hesitating, she lifted onto her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, crushed her mouth against his, and…holy crap, what a kiss! Her pulse jumped, her head spun. A fire sparked deep inside her, and her breath caught at the passion winding through her. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting exactly, but not anything like this.

....Before she melted into a puddle at his feet, she broke the kiss and gazed up at him. “Does that answer your question?”

....A sexy grin curved his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

Cyberpunk Robin Hood by fellow author Judy Dawn

The Making of Miracles

by Judy Dawn

I heard that miracles happen on Kickstarter. Innovators ask their real friends, online friends, and kind-hearted strangers to chip in and help make dreams reality. The supporters (backers) enjoy the sweet satisfaction of knowing they helped an innovator realize their goal. And the innovator supplies a token of appreciation in return, a reward, to the backer.

When I heard miracles happened on Kickstarter, I knew it was the place to launch my cyberpunk Robin Hood concept.

I started my writing career with a number of different slogans helping to describe my characters journey. None of them really accurately depicted my stories. But like those projects, I needed a nutshell description for my cyberpunk Robin Hood Kickstarter campaign.

In my research, I came across a science fiction sub-genre called cyberpunk. I can’t tell you how excited I was to find this genre:

Cyberpunk is a postmodern science fiction genre noted for its focus on "high tech and low life." The name was originally coined by Bruce Bethke as the title of his short story "Cyberpunk," published in 1983. It features advanced science, such as information technology and cybernetics, coupled with a degree of breakdown or radical change in the social order.

Cyberpunk plots often center on a conflict among hackers, artificial intelligences, and megacorporations, and tend to be set in a near-future Earth, rather than the far-future settings or galactic vistas found in novels such as Isaac Asimov's Foundation or Frank Herbert's Dune.

Now, everyone knows Robin Hood stories deal with taking from the corrupt rich and giving to the suppressed poor. I’m one who enjoys this premise too. There are a number of theories that attempt to identify a historical Robin Hood. It has long been suggested, by John Maddicott, that "Robin Hood" was a stock alias used by thieves in 1911. The earliest recorded example, in connection with May games in Somerset, dates from 1518.

My cyberpunk Robin Hood catch phrase is born: In 2050, Robin Hood fights Social V3 Elites for freedom over our online communities and entertainment.  

Robin Hood dedicates her time and talents in ending the Elite’s strangle hold on the combined real world and virtual world experience. She uses every resource and skill she can muster to stop the climbing exchange rates that are bleeding people’s accounts.

However, the Elites absorb her hacker attacks unaffected. She doubts her ability to change the system or create enough awareness about the immediate future. How can she and her small group stop the downward spiral of world economy?

I’ve chosen a female cyberpunk Robin Hood because I write strong, sassy female characters. I’m serious about this book, and now, I feel an added commitment to my Kickstarter backers. I’m in overdrive on this one. I hope you’ll take time to check out “Cyberpunk Robin Hood ” and other Kickstarter projects. For more about me, check out www.JudyDawn.com. Thank you for spreading the word.

 

Judy Dawn

Seattle, WA·Last login Nov. 17, 2012·Full profile

I’m excited to write this story because I support innovative technologies. Long ago, I had an idea to create a three dimensional room where people could experience a story. I started my journey in computer science and earned a university degree in graphic design. Today, virtual worlds are a reality and they’re getting better and better. But until the technology is fully there, I’ll push the limits through stories that challenge the imagination.
I published my first two books to Amazon Kindle in 2010. I’ve also been heavily involved with the Romance Writers of America as President of Elements and co-moderator of the Kiss of Death Invisible Words loop. I'm also a member of Puget Sound Northwest Writers Association.
Now I’m getting back to my roots and going cyberpunk with my Robin Hood novels. What better way to kick off than with Kick Starter? I’m very excited to begin this journey with my backers.
Websites

• http://judydawn.com