• Wattpad Wednesday: Reap & Repent – Chapters 1-5 posted for preview

    I recently discovered Wattpad. Yeah, I’m a little slow to the game. Last week, I posted the first two chapters of my current work-in-progress, Shifted in Seattle, to Wattpad as an experiment.  Since I’m new, I only have three followers. Still, it’s been fun.

    This week, I decided to post a Reap & Repent preview and included chapters 1-5. You can read all five chapters in the tiny box below or scroll to the end and continue reading on Wattpad.

    Come on over and get lost in my world of reapers for a spell.

    Oh, and feel free to follow me there. It’s dark. And lonely.


    As always, you can get the entire, full-length novel on Amazon here: http://amzn.to/1AvrNfb 


  • Shifted in Seattle – Chapter One of my WIP on Wattpad #amwriting #sasquatch #shifter #romance


    In the spirit of trying new things, I’ve posted the first chapter of one of my works in progress, Shifted in Seattle, on Wattpad.

    You can read it here Wattpad Reads

    I’ll post each chapter as I write. You can make comments and/or story suggestions there and be a part of the process.

    Remember, it’s unedited so you’re bound to find typos and such. Be kind.

    Poke around while you’re there. Lots of talented folks spinning tales.

    PS They made me post a cover. Forgive my lack of graphic wizardry. The real thing will be much better. I promise.

  • That time I wanted to quit writing so I started four books instead


    Writing is hard.

    Marketing is harder.

    I’m just going to be honest here. I pretty much want to quit writing about every other week/day/hour. Thankfully, I have several good writerly and readerly types who talk me off the ledge time and time again.

    I quit this week. For an entire week, I made up my mind that I was done. It just wasn’t worth the hassle. I didn’t promo tweet. I didn’t write. I watched TV and sat on my couch crocheting cat butt coasters.

    Not even kidding.

    Hell, no one would really even notice that I’d quit except for Jennifer who asks me about Reap & Reckon, book four of my Reaper Series, EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE HER.

    Not gonna lie. That feels good.

    Every time I think about quitting, someone sends me a curiously timed note of encouragement or an awesome review. Maybe it’s the Universe, nudging me to keep going.

    Even during the week I quit, I couldn’t turn off the stories. So many stories. Of course, most of them are just ideas. Sparks in the dark. The work of turning them into more is both exhausting and magical. When books are selling, it’s rewarding and exciting. When they aren’t?

    Yeah, that’s when I want to quit.

    Sometimes I wonder what I ever did before I started writing five years ago. Well, I was craftier. for example, Facebook reminded me last week that I did THIS…

    spare time project

    But you know what? This year so far I’ve earned $5,200 from my writing. Last year with a traditional publisher and two books out, I made $300. Of course, I’ve already reinvested half of this year’s proceeds back into editing, book covers, and marketing etc.

    I’ve never made any money off of my crafts. One look at my cat butt coaster below, and you’ll see why. #crochetfail

    What they should look like.
    What they should look like.


    What mine looked like.
    What mine looked like.

    So really, I have no room to whine

    I’ve done ALL THE THINGS an indie publisher is supposed to do. You can actually download a cool checklist here: http://bookmarketingtools.com/blog/

    All I need is a tipping point.


    Yeah, I don’t want to be that bottom guy. Boo! So instead of giving up. I started a couple of new books. Now I have four works in progress. Yep. go big or go home…erm…or something like that.

    I guess this falls into the ‘try harder’ camp of thought.

    Works in progress 1 & 2Works in progress 2 & 4

    I have no estimated dates of publication. You’ll be just as surprised as I am.

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    stay drunk on writing

    Write on.


  • Spotlight on Soul Warrior: The Age of Kali (Book 1) by Falguni Kothari

    Age-of-Kali-ebook-FOR-WEBSoul Warrior

    The Age of Kali

    Book 1

    by Falguni Kothari

    Genre: Mythic fantasy or urban fantasy

    Publisher: Falguni Kothari

    Date of Publication: November 5th, 2015.

    ISBN: ebook 9781944048006

    ISBN: print 9781944048013

    ASIN: B0160TBA44

    Number of pages: 404

    Word Count: 120,000 words

    Cover Artist: Hang Le

    Book Description:

    Fight fate, or succumb to destiny?

    In the dark Age of Kali, the Soul Warrior alone stands guard over the Human Realm, protecting its denizens from evil-willed asuras or demons. When a trick of fate appoints him guru to a motley crew of godlings, he agrees to train them as demon hunters against his better judgment. Suddenly, Lord Karna is not only battling the usual asuras with sinister agendas, but also rebellious students and a fault-ridden past.

    Spanning the cosmic realms of mythic India, here is a tale of a band of supernatural warriors who come together over a singular purpose: the salvation of Karna’s secret child.

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    The Himalayan Mountains. Five thousand years ago.

    Absolute darkness shrouded the Human Realm, and had for three days and three nights. Some believed the occurrence was prophetic, like the prolonged amavasya or new moon night that had heralded the Great Kuru War two thousand years ago. The war had given birth to the dark Age of Kali, the age of asura. In contrast, hope was ripe that this event would trigger the Age of Light. But the Bard wasn’t here to succumb to superstition.

    The first day without the sun’s light had spread confusion and chaos across the realm. The second day had brought desperation in the breasts of humans and fear in the belly of Celestials. The third day—today—was a feast for the asuras. Death lay everywhere.

    The human world burned without its sun. How soon before the Heavens went up in flames?

    The Bard’s troubled eyes reread the last line. Then he deliberately scratched it off, lifting his long, pointed talon from the parchment made of dry palm leaf. With a sigh, he rested his aching hand on his trembling thigh. He would spare a moment to ease his body, and his mind from the strain of observation and due recordkeeping. If he didn’t, he’d forget his duty as Witness of the Cosmos, and begin to question fate.

    Despite the fire that crackled close to his right knee, and the feathered form of his upper body, he was cold. An icy wind had settled around the Pinnacle of Pinnacles, where he sat cross-legged on a seat made of rock and snow. He’d chosen this perch because it gave him an impartial view of the events happening in the world. He was the Bard, entrusted with keeping the Canons of the Age of Kali, just as the Soul Warrior was entrusted with keeping the Human Realm safe from asuras. Would they both fail in their duty today?

    The Bard shook off the heavy despair the darkness had brought into the world. He mustn’t judge. He shouldn’t question. He would sharpen the talon on his forefinger, dip it into the vessel of ink kept warm by the fire, and write this tale. That was all he could do. Be the witness to history.

    So he raised his feathered hand and began to write again while his eyes, sparked with power, knowledge and magic, saw clearly events unfolding from great distances. A thousand kilometers to his right, Indra, the God of War and Thunder, fought the Dragon. Indra did not fare well. But that didn’t concern the Bard as much as the clash between the Soul Warrior and the Stone Demon. Over and over, his eagle eyes were drawn to the duel taking place in the heart of the world, not only because it was a magnificent battle to behold, for it was, but because its outcome would decide mankind’s destiny.

    The Soul Warrior was more than a great warrior. Karna was a great soul. Fair, honorable, brave and resilient, he was the perfect protector of the Human Realm. Of course, there were other reasons he’d been chosen to fill the office of Soul Warrior—there always were when Gods and demons were involved. But Karna’s existence was a testament to righteous action and if anyone could bring back the day, it would be him.

    But how did one vanquish stone, the Bard wondered?

    Avarice and cruelty, two nefarious desires, had made Vrtra and Vala attack the Human Realm. Three days ago the Dragon had swallowed the Seven Rivers in the north, and the Stone Demon had imprisoned the Sun God, his daughter, and all the cattle of the region in his cave.

    The Bard paused his writing as a thin vein of lightning winked across the skies, but without the accompanying roar. Indra’s strength waned. His thunderbolt hadn’t left Vrtra screaming in pain this time. The Bard spared a moment’s attention on the duel, just enough to note that the Maruts, the Celestial Storm-gods, waited in the clouds to rescue their god-king in case of a calamity. Indra would survive even in defeat. Of that, the Bard was sure.

    But Karna had no one at his back. His might and god-powers had depleted without the sun’s healing warmth and light. His divine astras, weapons, had not slowed the Stone Demon down, at all. Only the conviction that he could not fail his godsire, his sister, and the innocents under his protection drove him now. His birth family had once abandoned him to his fate, but he would not abandon them to theirs—such was the greatness of Karna.

    The Bard crossed out the last observation. No questions. No judgment. No praise, either. The canons would be free of all emotion. He wasn’t here to embellish history or glorify the history-makers, as some bards were wont to do.

    It wasn’t embellishment to write that the foothills of Cedi were drenched in the Soul Warrior’s blood. Or observe the gushing wounds on his body, despite his armor, that would make the hardiest of warriors bellow in agony, but not him. It wasn’t embellishment to write that the Heavens were empty for the Celestials had come to Earth to watch the battle, firelight cupped in their palms to light the warrior’s way.

    The Naga, the Serpent People, also looked on, hissing from the mouth of the portal that led to their underground realm beneath the hills. The Serpent King will not choose a side. Vrtra and Vala were half Naga, after all. All across the Human Realm, demons roamed free, taking advantage of the darkness and preying on human flesh and human souls. It was a terrible moment in history. The asuras had the upper hand in the eponymous age of Demon Kali.

    Vala did not have arms and half a leg, but still he came at Karna. He had an ace up his sleeve. There were plenty of creatures about, an entire mountain close at hand. He began to chant the spell of soul transference. It was the darkest of all magic, the possession of another’s soul. Soon, he would be whole again and stronger than before.

    Battered and bleeding, the Soul Warrior veered away from the Stone Demon. He leapt over boulders and charred vegetation. The onlookers called him a coward. Had he forfeit the duel? Has he forsaken mankind?

    Karna dove for Manav-astra, the spear of mankind, he’d thrown aside yesterday after his bow, Vijaya, had shattered under repeated use. In one smooth motion, he rolled, picked up the astra, coming up in the spear-thrower’s stretch. His tattered lower garment billowed about him as a gust of wind shot through the air. His muscled torso glistened with blood and sweat, tightened as he pulled the arm holding the spear back.

    He meant to throw Manav-astra at Vala. A futile attempt, to be sure? As long as Vala was made of stone, broken or not, his body was impregnable. Karna should have waited for Vala to transfer his soul to an onlooker. Then Karna should have vanquished the possessed creature.

    Taunting laughter reverberated through the foothills of Cedi. Vala had reached the same conclusion. The Celestials looked at each other in angry silence, unable to interfere. A dwanda-yuddha duel was fought between two opponents of equal size and strength alone. The humans hadn’t stopped screaming in three days, the din simply background noise now.

    The Bard scribbled the observations onto the parchment in no particular order. He wished he was a painter, for surely this was a picture worth a thousand words.

    The demon hobbled toward the warrior, who stood still as stone with his arm drawn taught behind him. Then finally, with a roaring chant the Soul Warrior shifted his weight from his back leg to his front and let fly Manav-astra at the Stone Demon with all his remaining might.

    Karna didn’t wait to see the ramifications of his action. And there were plenty to come. He ran into the mountain cave to free Vala’s hostages. Within moments the rock face rent in half, and bright streams of light speared through the terrible darkness. A new day had dawned on the Human Realm after three days of perpetual night.

    The sun’s power was too bright, too full of hope. Yet, the Bard looked on pensively, wondering if the Soul Warrior knew this wasn’t a victory. It was merely a reprieve. 

    authorAbout the Author:

    Falguni Kothari is a New York-based South Asian author and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a semi-professional background in Indian Classical dance.

    She’s published in India in contemporary romance with global e-book availability; Bootie and the Beast (Harlequin Mills and Boon) and It’s Your Move, Wordfreak! (Rupa and Co.), and launches a mythic fantasy series with Soul Warrior – Book 1, the Age of Kali.


    Website: http://falgunikothari.com/

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  • A souvenir turns out to be much more in Haunt My Heart

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    Since Haunt My Heart is FREE now through Halloween, I thought I would share some excerpts this week to get you into a haunting mood. Don’t worry, my ghost hero is good.

    Haunt My Heart is the story of a hexed Civil War soldier who gets a second chance at life and love after he’s freed from a fetter in modern-day Fredericksburg, Virginia.

    It all starts when Sarah finds a ring on the grounds of Chatham Manor after a night of ghost-hunting. She takes home much more than a souvenir.

    Excerpt from Haunt My Heart:

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    Ellie opened the driver’s side door, and Sarah waited for her to crawl across the seat of the old Mustang and pop the passenger-side lock. The broken power locks were one of many deficiencies in the classic car. Sarah retrieved her betraying phone from her pocket and powered it up as Ellie shuffled about inside the car.

    As she checked her phone display, a glint of light on the ground to her right caught her eye. Aiming her screen at the ground like a flashlight, she bent low and searched for the source of the flash. Just as she began investigating, though, she heard the lock pop, and Ellie pushed the door open. The door hit Sarah in the head, knocking her to the cold, hard ground.

    “Sorry,” Ellie said, scrambling to catch the door before it slammed closed again.

    Sarah mumbled a few choice obscenities and rubbed her head. She reached down and ran her finger over something half-buried in the ground.

    “What is that?” Ellie was hanging out the car, her body stretched across the seats.

    “I don’t know.” Sarah turned the flashlight of her phone up to full beam and picked at the object in the frozen turf. “Do you have a pen or something?”

    Ellie scuffled around inside the dark, rolling landfill that was her car—the interior lights long burned out—and produced a screwdriver instead. “Will this work?”

    Sarah took the offered screwdriver and dug at the buried treasure. After breaking it free from its cold grave, she examined it by the light of her cell phone. “It’s a ring.”

    “Let me see.”

    Ellie scrambled back into the driver’s seat. Sarah joined her in the car, then shut the door against the cold.

    “Hold the light,” Sarah said, digging a Kleenex from her coat pocket to clear as much of the mud from the ring as possible.

    The ring remained caked with mud, which filled the engraved edges, but the stone cleaned off easily enough. The set, a square cut black onyx, glinted. The cold metal of the band warmed in her hand.

    “You know what that is, right?” Ellie asked.

    “A ring?” Sarah couldn’t keep the sarcasm from her voice, not after the night she’d had.

    “An artifact.”

    “No. Someone just lost a class ring. Like one of the sorority girls.”

    “Does that look like a woman’s ring? No. No is the answer. That is a man’s ring. An officer’s ring or something. That could be a real-life, true-blue Civil War artifact.”

    “I doubt it. And if it is, we’ll return it. This is a national park. There are rules.”

    “I say finders keepers. Let me see it better.”


    Want to read? Haunt My Heart is FREE on AMAZON now through Halloween

    Haunt 3D copyBook Description:

    A Civil War soldier dies to save his men. Can he find true love to live again?

    Sarah Knight has a job she’s good at, a quirky BFF, and a boyfriend who’s bad for her. When Sarah unearths a Civil War artifact on a ghost hunt at Chatham Manor, she brings home more than a souvenir.

    Lieutenant James “Tanner” Dawson fought for the Union, working as a supernatural liaison for his Major General in a secret Masonic offset called the Brothers of Peril. When he’s hexed by a witch, he learns the only way to save his men is to die himself. But death is not the end. Awakening 150 years later, he knows if he wants to be corporeal again, he has to find true love to break the hex—a task no easier in 21st century than it was in the 19th.

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  • TRICK or TREAT! Haunt My Heart is FREE for the first time ever!


    FREE on Amazon Kindle for the first time ever!


    Free now through midnight Oct. 31.

    A Civil War soldier dies to save his men. Can he find true love to live again? 

    Sarah Knight has a job she’s good at, a quirky BFF, and a boyfriend who’s bad for her. When Sarah unearths a Civil War artifact on a ghost hunt at Chatham Manor, she brings home more than a souvenir

    Lieutenant James “Tanner” Dawson fought for the Union, working as a supernatural liaison for his Major General in a secret Masonic offset called the Brothers of Peril. When he’s hexed by a witch, he learns the only way to save his men is to die himself. But death is not the end. Awakening 150 years later, he knows if he wants to be corporeal again, he has to find true love to break the hex—a task no easier in 21st century than it was in the 19th.


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  • A title reveal and a work in progress

    Gosh! I just realized I’ve been working away on the next Cosmic Cowboys episode and promised a title reveal, which I totally didn’t follow through on. Bad author!

    Without further ado (Oh, who am I kidding? It’s all about the ado), here it is. The big reveal:

    The Astronaut’s Princess

    Seriously, did you ever think you might see those words together in a title? No. The answer is no. That’s part of the reason I love it so much. A traditional publisher would probably never let me use that title. They’d get all squinty-eyed and develop a tick just thinking about it.

    My Cosmic Cowboys series is part Firefly, part Cowboys vs Aliens and part Harrison “Grumpy Pants” Ford in his heyday. I try to channel a little bit of him into each of my heroes. I’ve taken some real-life characters (think Richard Branson and Elon Musk) and sent them into the near future with a boatload of cash to make their space tourism dreams come true against the better judgment of my heroes and heroines who have to put those multi-billionaire maniac’s plans into action.

    With great fortune comes great irresponsibility.

    You’ll be happy to know I’m just past the halfway mark on The Astronaut’s Princess and plan on a January release date.

    AP progress bar

    See, it says so right above. Progress meters do NOT lie.

    Honestly, this book has been progressing sloooooowly.  Or at least it feels that way. Of course, when I sat down to do the math (PS writers should never, ever under any circumstance do math), I realized I’ve only actively written on The Astronaut’s Princess seventeen days, but it’s taken me four months to do it! That averages out to 1,252 words a day, which doesn’t suck. I just need to not suck more often to wrap this puppy up.

    Part of my problem, I realized today, is that I don’t have a good playlist for this story. I had a few downloaded songs but nothing is gelling. And THAT’s when I remembered the great music from The Martian. I just downloaded the soundtrack plus a bunch of seventies disco songs from the movie.

    Houston, we have some grooves. Let the writing flow and the good times roll.


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  • Ghosts of Halloweens Past

    I was looking through some old photo albums and came across a few pics of my brother and I from Halloweens past. Pretty sure this one was circa 1973. Clearly, I was dressed as an old lady with quite a large booty. I think my brother was a clown.


    A couple of years later, we got store bought costumes.

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    I’m not sure if this is me in two different masks or if we both had the exact same outfit with different masks. One is Woody Woodpecker. I’m not sure what that scary rabbit mask is or why they were both fringed cowboy outfits.

    Do you recognize the characters? I’ve got nothing.

    What I do remember is that EVERY SINGLE HALLOWEEN it was COLD and we had to wear heavy coats over our costumes, which completely defeated the point of having a costume. Except Mike’s clown coat above. That was wicked genius right there.

    I haven’t dressed up that much as an adult until the past couple of years. Honestly, I think I’m just regressing back to my childhood. The past two years I’ve been a zombie. It’s surprising how much mileage you can get out of a good zombie outfit.


    What’s your favorite costume or Halloween memory?

  • **COVER REVEAL & GIVEAWAY** “Dark Devotion” by Lauren Dawes #darkurbanfantasy #paranormalromance #giveaway

     Book information

    Title: Dark Devotion
    Series: The Dark Series (book #3)
    Author: Lauren Dawes
    Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Romance
    Release Date: February 25th, 2016
    Length: TBA
    Publisher: Momentum


    Beneath Rhys’s skin lies a legendary and feared beast. Rhys is tormented by his daily struggle to contain the ruthless, cold-blooded creature sharing his body. But when his best friend Galen disappears, Rhys’s careful restraint and self-control are finally broken. Fueled with a desire to find Galen, Rhys strikes an unlikely alliance with the only god who knows the truth about his dark past.
    Taer has found her revenge, yet she’s still not happy. There’s something missing from her life, but still she fights what her heart is telling her. It’s only when the incredibly infuriating and dangerously sexy Aubrey goes missing that she can admit her true feelings for him. Taer’s racing against time to rescue Aubrey, but when will she finally allow him into her heart?
    Perfect for fans of Gina Showalter and Patricia Briggs.
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    Other titles in this series:

    Dark Deceit (book #1) 
    Dark Desire (book #2)


    (open internationally)