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  • Win Shifted in Seattle or more than 55 other paranormal shifter romances! #contest

    Today, I have a fun surprise that I’d like to share with you. I’ve teamed up with more than 55 fantastic paranormal shifter romance authors to give away a huge collection of novels to 2 lucky winners, PLUS a Kindle Fire to the Grand Prize winner!
    You can win my novel SHIFTED IN SEATTLE, plus books from authors like
    Enter the giveaway by clicking here:


    Good luck, and enjoy!

    Lisa Medley

  • Tunes to Reap & Reckon by: A playlist while you wait. #ReapandReckon #darkfantasy

    Here’s what I’m listening to through the day, while the characters of Reap & Reckon talk to me.

    It’s dark in here. Bring a flashlight.

  • Reap & Repent Reviews Near 100!

    I woke up to a STELLAR review on Reap & Repent this morning. It was review number 92 and made me realize just how close that was to 100 reviews!

    At this point in Reap & Repent’s unconventional publication history (a year published with Harlequin and a year plus indie published),  I’m still just as excited to see a new review. I’m just glad folks are reading it…and then going on to read the other two books in my series.

    Reap & Repent is FREE …forever. It’s my gateway drug. 

    As best as I can calculate, Reap & Repent has had around 10,000 downloads. That seems like a lot, but when you think of the WHOLE FREAKIN’ WORLD OF READERS, that’s really not that may. Of that 10,000, 92 readers have left reviews. Don’t make me do math, people. Leave reviews.


    It’s sitting at 4.5 of 5 STARS and that pleases me. I remember when those first few reviews started coming in. It was TERRIFYING. I mean, sure, you can talk ten of your friends into writing something nice for your efforts, but you can’t talk 92 people into doing it. Trust me, I’ve been trying to bend people to my will for fifteen years at my day job. Can’t be done!

    Reviews keep us fragile writers going. So, if you’ve read Reap & Repent but haven’t left a review…go, go now, and leave one. When I HIT or surpass 100 REVIEWS on Reap & Repent, I’m going to draw from all of the fabulous folks who have left a review on it and give away a $20 Amazon Gift Card to one lucky winner.

    $20 Amazon Gift Card to one lucky winner.

    It could still be you.

    Also, if you downloaded Reap & Repent for FREE, did you know you can add the AUDIO VERSION for only $2.99? It’s true! It’s a great deal.

    Feel free to tweet about it or share on FACEBOOK.

    Finally, here is that fantastic review I received this morning. This chick gets it. She really, really does. No spoilers, just a whole lotta awesome review:


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    If I had her address, I’d send her macaroons.


  • 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 


  • Spotlight on The Reaper’s Daughter by KM Randall

    the_reapers_daughterebook2The Reaper’s Daughter

    The Reaper’s Daughter Series Book 1

    KM Randall

    Genre:  Paranormal/Dark Fantasy

    Publisher:  Booktrope

    Date of Publication:  5/9/15

    ISBN: 978-1-62015-841-8

    ASIN: B00X90741G

    Number of pages: 244

    Cover Artist: Shari Ryan



    Book Description

    I’ve always felt like an average girl … except for my strange relationship with death. You could say I like to court it. Whether I’m soaring through the air as a flyer for Specter University’s cheer squad, or speeding down the steepest mountain with only grace and balance keeping me from an icy end, I’ve always needed to feel a rush. But now Death is courting me―in more ways than one. First, there’s Rishi, a rogue death deity who has a penchant for annoying me nearly to my grave and whose intense gaze has the power to see right through me. Then there’s Hades, who I’d rather had stayed just a myth. Now that he knows I exist, he’s not going to leave me alone until I meet the same end as my mother.

    Oh yeah, did I forget to mention her? I spent my whole life thinking she had died when I was a baby, but now I’ve found out she’s much more than dead. Fifty years ago, Hades banished my mother from the underworld and took away her ability to cross over souls―souls that have wandered lost through the world ever since. Now she wants me to clean up the mess.

    You may have heard of her before…

    They call her the Grim Reaper.


    Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/SATOtS9Ehuk


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    THE ROLLING GREEN of her eyes was dimming fast, losing color and life to the quick click of time that beat out her days and nights, a perpetual circle that was now fading to a close. Light brown hair that had been recently styled into looping curls was limp against the black pillowcase―a metaphor for her wilted spirit, I mused, thinking offhandedly how proud my English professor would be at my thoughtful use of language.

    I sighed. I didn’t want to be here.

    When her eyes met mine, I knew she saw me for who I really was—what I really was. She reached out an eager hand to take mine. I didn’t want anything to do with it. But it wasn’t because her fingers were slick with blood, deep crimson dripping down her arm and fingernails from where she’d so precisely placed a razor blade to her vein and dug deep, thinking she’d be free of her pain. It was because her face reflected back to me all the times I’d felt I’d been given a shitty deal. Current situation: case in point.

    “Hi,” she whispered, her once pink lips fading with every pump of her life, which was idly dripping away from her to the plush white carpet below. I could smell the newness of it, the fresh aroma of a recently laid floor. That’s going to be a bitch to get clean.

    I looked around her bedroom, at the dance trophies and pictures of smiling friends, and wondered why.  Why me? “Blake …” Hearing my mother’s warning tone, I looked over at her where she stood in the shadows, overseeing my tutelage.

    “Why can’t we just call an ambulance? It’s not too late. They could save her,” I whispered fiercely, staring at the girl’s hand stretched out to me as if I were her savior and not her end. “We should save—”

    “It’s not for us to decide, you know that. We are only here to bring souls over, not save their mortal lives. Take her, she wants to go.”

    “And will she still feel the same when she’s looking down at her body?” I asked, not even bothering to check my mother’s expression when she didn’t answer. Suicide wasn’t a peaceful death. It was pain―that much I knew.

    I choked back the tears that wanted to rise in my eyes for this girl, for me … I turned to her once more and leaned down, brushing a strand of her hair from her graying face. “What’s your name?”

    Barely blinking, her pale eyes darted to me. “Carly,” she said, choking around her words.

    “Just hold my hand and I’ll help you cross,” I said softly, forcing myself to meet her gaze so that someone would witness her ending as they had her beginning.

    She smiled slowly, and I saw that in life she had been pretty. When she’d believed. When she’d had hope.

    “The light?” Her eyes widened, glittering green for a brief moment in their otherwise colorless depths at the prospect of going somewhere beautiful after this life had been so cold.

    I nodded, although I didn’t really know where she would go. I was only in training, but I hoped it was someplace good, where her tormented soul could rest.

    She had small, feminine hands, I thought, as she laced her slippery fingers around my longer warm ones. She didn’t last long, her pulse giving one last flutter before sputtering out.

    The room was suffused with the silence left behind in the absence of such a simple thing. The thundering lack of a person’s heartbeat had never seemed quite so loud. As life departed Carly’s mortal coil, her soul lifted from the body, but unlike some souls I’d seen that were light and buoyant, at peace with the next step in their existence, hers was outlined in darkness, and it rippled, suspended in space like a special effect in a bad horror film. Her gaze turned from her body to me, sorrow coming to settle on the slope of her bowed shoulders and in the recesses of her eyes. Regret was a fickle creature. It always came too late.

    KM Randall Author PhotoAbout the Author 

    As a girl, K.M. always wished she’d suddenly come into magical powers or cross over into a Faerie circle. Although that has yet to happen, she instead lives vicariously through the characters she creates writing fantasy and paranormal.

    When K.M. is not busy writing her next novel, she serves as a freelance editor and writer. She has a master’s degree in journalism from Syracuse University and a bachelor’s degree in English-Lit from Nazareth College of Rochester. K.M. lives in Upstate New York’s Finger Lakes region with her husband, her extremely energetic little boy, and their crazy goldendoodle Luna (short for Lunatic)

    Learn more at   Website |Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads

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  • The Reaper Series Bewitching Book Blitz

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  • Pre-order Reap & Reveal (Book 3 of The Reaper Series) starting…NOW!

    It’s up! It’s ALIVE!

    Skip on over to Amazon and you can pre-order REAP & REVEAL starting now!


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    There will be at least one more book in this series.

    Look for Reap & Reckon in 2016.


  • Haunted Objects and Horrifying Hexes Haunt My Heart


    The story of Haunt My Heart is based on the idea that a Civil War soldier is hexed and his spirit is trapped in a fetter (a haunted object).

    It’s not a new idea. In fact, stories of haunted objects have enchanted and terrified both believers and nonbelievers for centuries.

    Here are a few of the most interesting stories:

    10 Most Haunted Objects Of All Time

    Top Ten Haunted Items and Possessed Possesions in the World

    And if you’d like to purchase a haunted object of your very own, apparently you can on Ebay.


    This little old lady in Austin has a haunted sword for sale. Gotta love that. https://austin.craigslist.org/atq/4786268922.html

    Buyer beware!

    Want to read? Haunt My Heart is available on AMAZON now in e-book and print.

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    A Civil War soldier is hexed and 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 in Fredericksburg, VA, 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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    Add it to your Goodreads WANT TO READ list here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23600981-haunt-my-heart

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  • Reapers Revealed: Heads Are Rolling – A Snippet From Reap & Redeem

    We’re closing in on the Oct. 6 Release Day for Reap & Redeem, book two of the Reaper Series. Let’s get this party started with a scene from Chapter One where heads are already rolling.

    Reap & Redeem coverChapter One

    Kylen kicked the head across the floor of the dark shed with his steel-toed boot. Blood dripped into a pool on the floor from his scythe, which he still gripped tightly with one hand. He straightened to his full height and tilted his neck from side to side, listening to his spine crack and pop. Another demon down.

    “You don’t have to keep killing them yourself, you know,” Deacon said, grimacing at the black ooze spilling out of the severed neck.

    “Yeah, I do.” Kylen turned and walked to the door, taking a quick survey of the cemetery. A dark, sticky trail marked his course.

    “You have to admit, he’s efficient.” Nate picked up the head by the hair and dropped it into a black garbage bag.

    “That’s one way to look at it.” Deacon pressed his hand, which was glowing with Reiki energy, to the center of the dead male’s chest, directly over his heart chakra.

    Kylen watched as light radiated from Deacon, encasing him and the body in a soft glow. The demon boiled forth from the dead human host in a thick black torrent of sulfurous haze. Spreading his arms wide, Deacon summoned the stream, which penetrated through his sternum. His body shuddered and the light around him sparked and cracked like the arc of a welder. The glow intensified to supernova status before winking out. Several smaller streams of gray light flowed forth from the ruined body, too, entering through Deacon’s mouth.

    “Well? Did you retrieve all the souls?” Nate lifted the feet and legs of the body onto the tarp he’d set beside it.

    Deacon frowned. “Yes.”

    “How many?”

    “Three.” Deacon rose and grasped the body by the shoulders, helping Nate maneuver it. “And the demon.”

    “I really hate this shit.” Nate said, pulling a spool of duct tape from his backpack.
    They rolled the man tightly in the tarp, taping both ends so that none of the bodily fluids would discharge in transit.

    “How many more demons do you think there are?” Nate wrapped the head in a plastic bag and walked toward the door.

    “Grim thinks there are at least two dozen more,” Deacon reminded him.
    “Great. Slow and steady wins the race, yeah?”

    “I’m not sure we have the luxury of slow and steady anymore. At this rate, we’re never going to find them all. There’s already way too much collateral damage. This many missing humans in town won’t go unnoticed much longer. We need to find their exit portals and shut down the rest of the demons. Sooner would be better than later.”

    Kylen waited in the doorway, dividing his attention between the business in the shed and the cemetery grounds. Deacon was right of course. They needed to close the portals. Permanently. As it was, they were playing a game of supernatural Whac-A-Mole. Close one portal and another popped up. New entrance portals continued to open each week, which then had to be closed by Grim and Deacon. And while one batch of demons gathered their fill of souls before sliding down the small one-way shoots to Hell—the exit portals, the next batch waited for their chance. It had become a never-ending battle and the reapers needed to press on.

    They didn’t bother cleaning up the black ooze or the blood trail. The only way to make sure the scene was completely clean was fire, but arson would be sure to draw more attention to the mower garage by the edge of the cemetery than a few stains that could easily be oil or fuel. None of them were concerned about the law. There were far worse things for them to worry about.

    They’d burn the body at home, and then bury the ashes and bits of bone. Just as they’d dealt with the other eleven. This host’s disappearance would never be explained. Good thing, since the guy’s head was detached.


    Want to read more? Pre-order now for the Oct. 6 release and Reap & Redeem will magically appear on your e-reader. 


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    He’s a reaper who has given up on saving souls. Will a dying woman be his salvation?

    After a century of enslavement to pure evil, Kylen Larson is finally free. But he’s long past caring. The only woman he ever loved is dead, and he’s tormented by memories of the horrors his demon parasite forced him to commit. Now, he lives for nothing more than hunting down the infernal creatures invading Meridian, Arkansas, and destroying them.

    Olivia Evans is in the final stages of cancer when Kylen accidentally saves her from demonic possession. When he rescues this innocent soul, Kylen rediscovers his mission—and his heart. All he wants is to help Olivia stay alive. He’ll just have to fight off an invasion from Hell first…

  • Interview with Chris Cannon, YA Author of Going Down In Flames

    This is an opportunity to go behind the scenes, get into the nitty-gritty of the many paranormal worlds and enter into the fertile imaginations of authors I love. Bring a flashlight. It’s sometimes dark in here, but so worth the trip. Remember, monsters need love too. Otherwise, how would we ever have baby monsters?

    Think on THAT a while…

    Welcome, Chris Cannon Here! You’ve just released Going Down In Flames.  Tell us a little bit about your story.

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    Bryn discovers she’s a shape-shifting dragon when flames shoot out of her mouth for the first time. (Not the present she’d hoped for on her sixteenth birthday.)

    Do you consider your book(s) urban fantasy, paranormal romance or something else? What attracted you to the genre? Going Down In Flames takes place in modern times, but there is magic and paranormal elements. Of course there’s also romance. How about paranormal, urban fantasy romance?

    Is this a series? Stand-alone book? If it is a series, what does the future look like for this series? How many more books to come? What can we expect and more importantly…WHEN!

    Going Down In Flames is the first book in my shape-shifting dragon series. Book two is schedule to come out early Winter 2015. I’m about halfway through book 3.

    What else are you working on?

    I have a New Adult novel which I’m pitching as The Matrix meets La Femme Nikita. In the future, Psychics are recruited a.k.a kidnapped and forced to work as spies.

    Of all the characters in your fictional word, which one or couple would you most like to hang out with over a long weekend? What would you do together? What actor or actress would play him/her in a movie?

    I’d like to hang out with Valmont, Bryn’s knight. He’s snarky and smooth with a side of sexy.

    Let’s talk about craft. Are you a plotter or pantser? What are the first steps you take before diving into the writing of the next book?  I’m a panster. I start with characters and put them in a situation, which will cause conflict. I know the major plot points of the book but how I get from point A to point B is a mystery until it pours out onto the page.

    Do you have any advice to new authors or anyone considering writing fiction?

    Read, read, read.

    Can you give us a taste of what to expect? 

    Finding out on your sixteenth birthday you’re a shape-shifting dragon is tough to swallow. Being hauled off to an elite boarding school is enough to choke on.

    Since Bryn is the only crossbreed at the Institute for Excellence, all eyes are on her, but it’s a particular black dragon, Zavien, who catches her attention.

    Zavien is tired of the Directorate’s rules. Segregated clans, being told who to love, and close-minded leaders make freedom of choice almost impossible. The new girl with the striped hair is a breath of fresh air, and with Bryn’s help, they may be able to change the rules.

    At the Institute, old grudges, new crushes, and death threats are all part of a normal day for Bryn. She’ll need to learn to control her dragon powers if she wants to make it through her first year at school. But even focusing on staying alive is difficult when you’re falling for someone you can’t have.


    Bryn’s heart beat fast as she flew through the night sky. Up above the clouds, there wasn’t much to see. Everything was gray and damp, which fit her mood perfectly.

    The wind buffeted her wings, making it difficult to fly in a straight line. Her short practice flight hadn’t prepared her for this type of exertion. What if she couldn’t make it? A cold blast of wind knocked her off course and sent her veering toward Zavien.

    He moved out of the way with ease. “Hello, I was flying there.”

    Like she needed crap from him right now. A growl rumbled from her throat, and smoke shot from her nostrils.

    He must’ve realized how close he was to being barbecued, because the next word out of his mouth was, “Sorry.”

    Twenty minutes later, Garret and Zavien began a spiraling descent. Thank God. She landed next to them on the ground and stumbled sideways. Using her wings, she steadied herself. Why were landings so hard? Tired and embarrassed, she shifted to human form. Her legs felt like they were made of cement.

    A tall, black, wrought iron fence stood between them and the buildings beyond. A security guard with red hair and a muscular build like her father’s stood by the gate. He didn’t appear happy to see them. “What are you doing out here? Curfew is in ten minutes.”

    Zavien produced a letter from his shirt pocket. “Believe it or not, I’m on official duty for the Directorate.”

    The security guard scanned the paper. “There’s a first time for everything.” He pressed a code into the numbered pad on the side of the gate. It swung open on silent hinges. “Best get inside. It’s late.”

    Bryn stepped onto the school grounds and examined the campus that would be her new home. Something about this place was off. Old-fashioned streetlamps lined the walkways, casting a haze of light. Imposing buildings, complete with statues of gargoyles, loomed against the night sky. Dark figures could be seen on stone balconies. Some stood on two legs, while others had wings.

    Half a dozen buildings surrounded the large park they walked through. The landscaping was too perfect. It reminded her of the time she’d gone to Disneyland, where the bushes had been trimmed to resemble giraffes and lions. There wasn’t a stray leaf or weed anywhere. But this definitely wasn’t the happiest place on earth.

    “This way.” Garret led them toward a building on the right. When they reached their destination, he held the door open for her. “Welcome to our dorm.”

    As she stepped across the threshold, a sea of curious, hazel eyes met her gaze. She did a double take. Every single person had the same coloring as Garret. Same dark skin. Same brown hair.

    And she was gawking. Clamping down on the anxiety attack she felt certain was coming on, she gave a tight smile. Her audience pointed and whispered. Not the friendliest greeting she’d ever received. At least they weren’t pelting her with textbooks.


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    0765 72chriscannonpubphotoChris Cannon lives in Southern Illinois with her husband and her three dogs, Pete the shih tzu who sleeps on her desk while she writes, Molly the ever-shedding yellow lab, and Tyson the sandwich-stealing German Shepherd Beagle. She believes coffee is the Elixir of Life. Most evenings after work, you can find her sucking down caffeine and writing fire-breathing paranormal adventures.


    I’ll be at the Vegas Valley Book Festival in October.