Broken Wings is now out in the world.

For those that read my blog, it’s common knowledge that I lost my dad last year to cancer. It’s because of him that I started to run, first for race for life and then for longer runs, and developed a real enjoyment of it. I know that sounds strange. If someone said to me that I’d enjoy sweating for half an hour a day I would have called them nuts. He taught me photography and I loved to make him laugh.

I hoped that he would be the last one I lost to such a devastating disease, then my nan got sick this year. She went really quickly, it’s hard to get my head around, I planned to see her on the Monday and she died in the morning.

I decided to try and use my talents to help people so I found one of my old stories, one which had loads of potential and I went to work on it. The plan being that this would be a story were all the proceeds went to Cancer Research. I hate fundraising. Asking people for money has always rubbed me the wrong way so I thought this would be the best way.

Broken Wings went up for sale last Friday, 99 cents for a novella. A worthy cause, one that we are all affected by in one form or another. I hope you take a chance on this. It already has a great 5 star review on it.

Broken Wings 2

All the sales from this book will go to Cancer Research. Originally Broken Wings was a part of the Tales of the Fairy anthology and was 5k long. It has been extensively rewritten and is now 15k.

Oak Reedsinger is a member of the forest fey until one fateful night when she saves a human child. She loses her wings and only barely escapes with her life. Told about the city fey that might be able to help her, she travels to London on a journey that will show her that perfection is only skin deep and there is strength in being different.

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A New/Old Release

I’ve tried to do the self-published route before but decided that I wasn’t ready for it. I think to self-publish anything you need a thick skin and a bit of money behind you for editors and cover artists. Broken Wings was published last year as part of Steamworks Inks Cogs in Time #3 anthology. It was edited by the talented Catherine Stowell so it didn’t need a new set of eyes.

The most difficult part was finding a cover. I lost count of the hours I spent trying to find something suitable. I downloaded photoshop last year and practised a lot but I still couldn’t figure it out. Then (cues dramatic music) everything clicked into place and I came up with this.

I was really impressed how it turned out. It also helps with branding my steampunk stories. When I figured out this cover, the cover for Broken Wings was easy to come up.

The Escape is a prequel to Heartless and is set in my Guild world. For those who loved Simone LeBeau, this tells her background and why she ended up in London. The cover looks a little dark on my tablet but lighter on a phone. Odd. It’s still striking and definitely screams steampunk to me. It’s a unique niche. Hell, it might be a dying genre but this was a story that needed to be told. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be releasing Broken Wings and Wings, which I’ll be renaming…Also, I need to work on a cover for that…that’s my plan for the weekend.

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Nano…it begins

For those in the know Nano begins today, the 1st of November. For those not in the know, Nano stands for National Novel Writing Month…the whole form of it is NaNoWriMo but to keep the strain off my fingers we’ll just call it Nano which reminds me of a robot failing its arms going Nano Nano. Sorry it’s Tuesday morning and like the day before I haven’t had much sleep or coffee and I’m currently on my way to the day job for overtime because Christmas is round the corner and that doesn’t pay for itself.

Nano hasn’t never been very easy for me. I write short stories or novellas. Novels are a beast I haven’t conquered yet. The last three attempts for this month failed but fourth times the charm and all that. This year I have a plan. Well, when I say plan I mean a story that needs to be written and I’m also going to attempt to update my blog every day to hold myself accountable. 

The two stories that I released were old stories that I got the rights back to and I haven’t found my focus yet but Moon, needs a sequel and the only way that’ll happen is it I write it. So wish me luck? I think I’m going to need it. 

November 1st: Total word count: 0 (I will be getting to it after the overtime shift)

New Release

This week saw the release of my young adult novella Moon. For those who follow my blog you’ll know that it’s been a long road to this point. 

Rachel is one of my favorite characters. She might just be 16 but she’s resourceful and headstrong. I hope you enjoy reading her story as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. 


The night my brother ran away from home, everyone gave up on him.

Everyone but me.

Six years later and nobody believes me when I see him on the news, standing in the crowd.

So what else was I supposed to do?

I escape the convent and head to London to find him.

I will find out what happened to my brother.

Even if some secrets are impossible to believe.

You can check it out here, this link will take you to the amazon available for your country. http://www.smarturl.it/rachelvalentine

Awake: Unsleeping Beauty

Lousia Bacio

 

Awake: Unsleeping Beauty

by Louisa Bacio

Releasing June 28, 2016

 

Two princesses. One love.

 

What happens when the princess who never sleeps meets the princess who’s cursed to sleep? The Princess and the Pea fights the need for rest as she embarks upon the rescue of Sleeping Beauty.

 

Once awake, the two challenge the real world to find their Happily Ever After.

 

Get ready for the erotic lesbian retelling like no other.

 

Awake: Unsleeping Beauty

Release Date: June 28, 2016

 

Available via Amazon, ARe and other eretailers.

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30739278-awake

 

About the Author:

 

A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.

 

Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, guinea pigs and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.

 

Contact Details:

 

Website http://www.louisabacio.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/louisabacio

https://www.facebook.com/Louisabacioauthor/

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/louisabacio

 

 

Enjoy the following excerpt for Awake: Unsleeping Beauty:

 

As bright as a flash of lightning streaking across a storm-darkened night, the story unfurls.

 

Sometimes rules are meant to be broken, and new traditions forged. This tale follows two princesses—one who never wakes and another who rarely sleeps. Somehow, they must overcome the obstacles in order to find happiness.

Chapter One

 

Once more, rough, persistent lips pressed against hers.  Briar Rose fought against the wet, slimy tongue as it tried to force into her mouth. She couldn’t move and couldn’t protect herself. She was trapped within the invisible bonds of a sleep-like state. A curse suspended her in sleep, and yet she remained aware of her surroundings and the comings and goings of others.

 

She was tired of men kissing her without her consent. Who cared if they were princes or knights or ogres? No one had any idea what their breath smelled like or tasted like at the end of a grand adventure or the way their sweaty hair brushed her face as she lay powerless to swat it away. No matter the fairy-tale lore, kisses from any of them had failed to wake her. None of them so far had possessed the power to rescue her and claim the throne.

 

Meeeeooow! Hisss! At least she had one comfort. Puss, her dedicated feline, eventually chased off the suitors when their kisses failed to wake her.

 

“Get off me, psycho cat!” a man cursed. “She’s not worth it anyway, lying there like a piece of meat.”

 

The latest savior shrieked, and Puss howled. She imagined the feisty cat landing atop a messy head of hair and digging its claws in.

 

Raaaaoooor!

 

“Awww! I didn’t mean it.” Thud.. Footsteps clunked down the hall and a door slammed.

 

Still, she lay there. Paralyzed. The bed dipped as Puss returned to Rose’s side, running his body under her hand, as if she were petting him. If she could cry, she would have at his caring and gentle nature. His gentle purring sent a pleasant hum through her body as he curled against the side of her head, and she escaped into her dreams, imagining the day she’d find release.

 

#sexysnippets Her Stone Angel #wip

well it’s been a busy day and I’ve missed the sexy snippets deadline by about ten minutes. Oops. I started writing a new story last week and I’m going to share my snippet from that. It’s going to be a Cupid’s Conquest story, my alter-ego wrote a story for that line a few years ago (http://www.evernightpublishing.com/irish-kisses-by-ella-grey/).

Strands of curls and the cut of his body, defined and mesmerizing. Mila sighed. I need to get out more. Start hanging out with guys, men with a pulse and who can actually talk back to me. “I’ll be back in a minute with my things. I think the sooner I get in contact with mum and go along with her blind-date idea, the better.” Theseus didn’t answer her, which was reassuring. She might fantasize about him but the moment she started to imagine him talking to her, she might have a real problem.

 

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Finally Finished

For those that follow my blog or my social media footprint, you know that the last few months have not been great. My dad died in January and everything got put on the backburner as I tried to figure out how to deal with the loss. Still working on that. I would like to say that it gets easier but we find new ways to cope.

The story I was working on at the time, Moon, was published with Lycaon Press and I wanted to re-edit it before it got released with CHBB. The original plan was for it to be out in April, then it got pushed back to May. Neither of those happened. I was stuck on the edit. That is until I finished it Friday. I have to admit I cried a little. This was a huge emotional journey for me and the first step is finally finished. The weight of my shoulders is incredibly freeing. I sent it off to my editor and now its a waiting game for her to finish her part.

Now I just need to figure out what else to write. Another steampunk story? Another YA paranormal or something else?

 

When something doesn’t go to plan. 

It’s been a rough couple of days. My running routine has gone out of the window because I didn’t listen to my body and I’ve managed to hurt myself. It’s time to heal up and hopefully I’ll be out on Sunday. The race I’m doing is next Sunday and I’m not filled with any amount of hope that I’ll be able to do it. At least not the way I want to. 

Last week I retired my penname. The name I write romance under. It wasn’t an easy decision to come to but it’s one I intend to stick to. It doesn’t mean I plan on giving up writing those kinds of stories. Far from it but now I will own it completely. 

New stories are hard to come by. I haven’t been feeling up to creating anything new for awhile. Running has been my escape. The thing I do to escape all the pain and heartache because if I’m thinking of putting one foot in front of other I’m not lingering on the pain. 

I’m not giving up though. One day I’ll write something new. Could be next week or next month that I’m hit with an awesome idea that won’t leave me until I get words on paper. I’m hoping its sooner rather than later. I miss writing. 

A little bit of everything. 

It’s half term. For those people who are parents it means entertaining your little ones. This is also on top of everything you do when they are at school. A few things get left for a couple of weeks. Other things you try to enclued your child in. Since my dad died I started to run. It’s a way to quiet my mind and not to linger on all the things that make me sad. I’m signing up for a survival run, GEAR and my Race for Life number came through a few days ago. I went from being a girl who walked everywhere to a girl who laced up a pair of trainers and ran three to four times a week. That really boggled my mind. It boggles my mind more to realise I enjoy it. It’s hard but I get a real sense of achievement from it. Anyway back to the point. I have a routine and I can mostly keep at it even when Nathan’s not a school. This half term I’ve taken him on a few short runs, half a mile, at his pace. 

It’s been interesting. Unfortunately my son is more into his games. He has said that he’ll go out with me again, so maybe all isn’t lost. 

I haven’t been able to do photography but that’s something I hope to pick up again when he gets back to school. My dad left me his lenses. It would feel right to let them gather dust. 

There hasn’t been much time for writing either. I squeeze in editing when I can. Since everythings that happened I haven’t been able to get back into the swing of things. I talked to my dad about my stories and it’s not possible to find someone who did the same thing he did. Who I could talk to about anything and everything. 

Maybe I can update my page with new releases sooner rather than later. I do miss writing. 

A little off topic. 

I’m not the most prolific writer. Even when I wrote full time a few years ago, had to give up the day job at the time because a ruptured spinal disc and a bar job only went together in a world of ouch, I didn’t seem to accomplish much. Sure I wrote stories, mostly shorts or a novella but I hadnt found my stride, or my genre. For those who know me or the pen name I write under. I write multiple genres. It can get complicated entertaining the different muses vying for attention. Pick me. Pick me. Or destroying when none of them want anything to do with me. Quite a few times I’ve thought of retiring from a genre. I’m might still do that. I’ve been thinking about some of my old story ideas. The ones I came up with at college, the second time I went, not the first. The dreams that still haunt me. The thing is the stories under my own name don’t sell that well. Not as well as the ones under the pen name which is maybe a reason I’m finding it hard to retire her. She has fans, well some. I have people, a publisher, an editor and one fan that I really know of who likes the stories I publish under my own name. If hasn’t escaped my knowledge the irony of this moment, it’s a uphill battle and I’m currently walking up a hill (on my way to the day job). If I retire the penname it would give me more time to focus on building this brand. My back catologue. Maybe steampunk will come back into fashion. Maybe my paranormal adventure  will do really well. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. The only thing I can do is try and that’s the only thing we all can do. The only way we succeed is if we try. 

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