Thursday, April 5, 2018

Perfectly Pie-Jacked is live!


It's been several years since Tammy Jo's last adventure in Casually Cursed where she visited the Never and escaped. In true faery tale fashion she's been living happily ever after. 

When she's held up on the side of the road and robbed of her freshly baked pies, it's the first indication that trouble is brewing again. 
This10,000-word short novella shows Southern Witch fans how Tammy Jo's life has changed. And how it's stayed the same.

It's available as a free read on Kindle Unlimited & as a 99-cent Kindle download. The link to read/buy it is here.

I hope you enjoy it!

xoxo, Kimberly

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Perfectly Pie-Jacked Excerpt


Chapter 1
Almost the last thing a person expects on a Friday afternoon in April is to be held up on the side of the road by a bandit wearing a blue bandana over his face. I say “almost the last thing” because this wasn’t my first time being robbed by an Old-Timey bandit. Honestly though, I was just as surprised this second go ‘round. Maybe more so, given the time of year. The last time I’d been robbed by someone in costume had been at my friend Georgia Sue’s Halloween party.
That first hold-up had been around the time our town’s power was discovered by the outside world. Then all sorts of magical mishaps befell us. You see, I live in the small town of Duvall, Texas, which has a tor—that’s a magic mountain—and it sits on a mystical superhighway of magical lines. It’s real unusual. When supernatural power brokers tried to claim it, we had to fight to keep the town in the hands of the folks who’d always lived in it. But for almost five years, things had been quiet and peaceful. Well, from a supernatural standpoint anyway. Our town gets into its own ruckuses, like most any small town, I suppose.
My name is Tammy Lyons. My maiden name is Tammy Jo Trask, and I’m part witch and part faery. My regular job is as a baker and pastry chef, which is a low risk job, setting aside the occasional kitchen fire or dropped knife. That’s what had me so surprised today. By and large, so far as I know, bakery trucks don’t get held up. 
As I sat in the driver’s seat of the refrigerated van and leaned out my window, I wondered if this guy might be confused or on drugs because I couldn’t see how he could’ve mistaken my van for a truck of money or priceless valuables.
The bandit had a black cowboy hat sitting low on his head and a blue bandana tied across his lower face. He also had on sunglasses, which I didn’t think were regulation outlaw gear back in the late 1800s. They also didn’t drive Trans Ams with tinted windows, but this guy’s was parked sideways across the road.
“Broke down?” I asked, pretending he didn’t have a rag tied over his face.
“Out of the van,” he barked.
“There’s no money in the back,” I said. “Like the sign implies, I deal in baked goods and that’s what I’m transporting.”  There was a large picture on my van that showed cakes, pies, breads and candy. Nowhere at all did it say Brinks or have a dollar sign. I hadn’t even made a delivery yet, but even if I had there wouldn’t have been cash money. Most people paid with their credit cards. “I just have pies,” I added.
“Out of the van!” he snapped and brought his hand out from behind his back, brandishing a pistol that was not old-timey at all. A Kimber, I thought.
Are you kidding me? I wondered furiously. Was there a big market for stolen pies? Was there a wayward wedding party with a sick caterer? Not in Duvall, that’s for sure. No one hired anyone but me for wedding reception sweets.
I climbed out of my new van and gave it a long look. “That’s a custom paint job, and it cost a whole lot. Don’t scratch it.” I guess I should’ve acted scared. Guns, of course, were no joke. But I’d been held at gunpoint by much scarier sorts than this knucklehead, and I just didn’t believe I’d get killed over baked goods.
A primrose-scented breeze blew over from the Amanos river, sending strands of my red hair across my face. I shoved it back so I could keep my eyes on him.
“Move aside,” he said, waving at me.
I sighed and walked to the side of the gravel road. 
“Toss your phone in those weeds.”
“I’ll set it out there for sure, but I’m not throwing it. This is only one generation back from the latest one, and that means it cost me—”
He lurched forward, grabbed my phone and flung it.
My eyes narrowed, and I thought about the spells I practice in case I run into an underhanded witch or werewolf.  I could try to zap the guy into incapacity or some other location. I’d once hexed my annoying town nemesis into a whisky bottle. Not that I’d meant to. That was the problem. Sometimes my spells go sideways. Looking at him again, I decided I wouldn’t risk a malfunctioning spell unless I thought he really meant to do me bodily harm.
 He slid into the leather bucket seat, jerked the door closed and drove off, spraying gravel, with my raspberry tea still in the cupholder. The Trans Am wheeled back and spun around, then sped off too. There was no license plate. Lawbreaking at every turn, literally.
I wondered who the bandit and his accomplice were. They hadn’t stumbled onto me by accident. My bakery was off a secluded rode, so they weren’t just looking for any car or van to steal. Did that mean they’d come for my van? What did they need a refrigerator for? A body? I stiffened. Maybe so. They couldn’t have been there for my pies, could they? I doubted it.
 I wondered what I was going to tell all my customers. I doubted they’d believe the truth. I barely believed it myself.
As I climbed through the brambles to find my phone, I cursed and shook my head.
I don’t know how long it took me to find it. Maybe ten minutes. It’s lucky that modern phones are actually everyday spy devices that listen to conversations and answer when you call out to them.
As soon as I brushed off the dust, I called up the sheriff’s department. 
I was shocked for the second time that afternoon when my ex-husband Zach answered. He didn’t work for department anymore. Well, not usually.
“Sutton,” he said.
“Well, hello,” I said.
“Hey,” he said, recognizing my voice too.
“What are you doing there?”
“Lending a hand.”
“Is there a crime wave?” I asked.
“No, just a couple guys out. I’m covering. What do you need?”
“I need to make a report and for you to get someone in pursuit of my refrigerated bakery van.”
“Stolen?” he asked, surprised.
“Yep, and not from any parking spot. I’ve been pie-jacked.”

Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Newsletter this weekend!


This weekend, I'll publish an excerpt from the Southern Witch novella here on my blog. 

Also this weekend, my newsletter will be flying to inboxes all over the world, containing an exclusive sneak peek at my new series, complete with an excerpt from Book 1.

Please sign up if you'd like a glimpse of what's coming!

Sunday, January 21, 2018

SW Novella Update


The new Southern Witch novella is tentatively titled: Perfectly Pie-Jacked, and I am ~ 6,300 words into it. Here's the opening of the story from the rough draft:

"Almost the last thing a person expects on a Friday afternoon in April is to be held up on the side of the road by a bandit wearing a blue bandana over his face. I said almost the last thing because this wasn't my first time being robbed by an Old-Timey bandit. Honestly though, I was just as surprised this second go 'round. Maybe more so, since it was months from Halloween."

More Soon!

xoxo,

Monday, January 1, 2018

Happy New Stories for a Happy New Year


I hope that 2017 was a wonderful year for you, and I'm wishing you an even better 2018!

I have been working on 2 stories that I think you'll enjoy. The first is a Southern Witch novella because I know that many of you would like to know what Tammy Jo is up to. 

The Southern Witch novella will be available in March as an ebook.

The second story is a new novel, and it has the same elements that you get in the SW series, namely humor, romance, and mystery. I can't wait to hear what you think.

There will be excerpts from both stories and details on the new releases in my newsletter in February. If you would like to receive the sneak preview, please sign up for FrostFiction News.

Take care & thank you for visiting!

xoxo, Kimberly

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Missing in Action


Hi, everyone:

I know it's been much too long since I've updated my blog. I'm very sorry if you were worried! I'm also honored that you cared enough about the worlds I created to check in periodically to see what's going on with me and my upcoming works.

I did take a hiatus from writing because after writing so much so fast, I needed a little breather. 

Now, I'm rested and I'm writing again. I finished the rough draft of a new project. It's not a Southern Witch story, though I do hope to get back to Tammy Jo and the gang again soon.

I'll update the blog again as soon as I have more details about when new stories will be available. (I'm going to take a workshop that should help me bring you something as soon as it's ready.)

In the meantime, please take care and happy reading!

Warmest wishes,
Kimberly

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Audiobooks!



So many of you have emailed to ask whether there will be new Southern Witch audiobooks. I'm SO happy to tell you that Barely Bewitched (Southern Witch #2) is now available. 

For those of you who, like me, love to listen to books, I hope you enjoy it! The narrator is one of my favorites. :)

Perfectly Pie-Jacked is live!

It's been several years since Tammy Jo's last adventure in Casually Cursed where she visited the Never and escaped. In true fa...