Tuesday, August 25, 2015

August Updates and a Giveaway

My summer's gone by in a blur of activities and deadlines, with more craziness and fun yet to come. As I was checking my calendar this morning I realized that if I had no idea what was going on in my life, the odds were good that no one else did either, and so today's blog will be an assortment of announcements about up and coming events, releases, and a giveaway. 

Let's start with the fun stuff, shall we?  I'm currently running a giveaway via my newsletter and Facebook Group, Hayes' Hellions. 
I'll be giving away a swag package that includes a signed copy of my contemporary Fairy Tale novella, Rescuing Red. All you have to do is join my facebook group or sign up for my newsletter (see right hand column of this blog) and then give me your opinion on whether this new series should be MFM menage or MF. 

I'm opening this contest to anyone, including international readers. Contest closes August 28th, 2015.

Appearances for 2015-2016.

The Midnight Gala: October 9th - 11 2015

This will be my last appearance for 2015, and it's going to be amazing!  I'll be hanging out with fellow authors Laurie Roma, Kali Argent, Lacey Thorn, Jenika Snow and Erika Reed at the Bourbon Orleans Hotel in New Orleans. We're going to tour the city and hang out with readers. We'll have a Q&A session and book signing on Saturday. Later that night we'll be hosting a Fairy Tale Masquerade ball, complete with a sumptuous feast and open bar. Registration closes September first, so grab your tickets now and join us for a weekend to remember.


The Novel Event Experience (TNEE): April 7 - 11 2016
Atlanta, Georgia

A premier author-signing event, don't miss the experience!
The Novel Experience Event is the best parts of other more expensive events (signings, parties and craziness) without the prices. TNEE offers general attendance to readers staying at the hotel for FREE with an option to purchase VIP tickets for a very affordable price.
Readers want what they want – BOOKS and we want to give it to them. Think of TNEE as a one stop shop! Readers will be able to get their reading fix and still be able to party with the authors and publishers they have come to love, in the genres they love.
TNEE includes a VIP preview for all VIP readers to get books signed earlier than the regular signing and exclusive events! Saturdays feature a massive signing and then another night of parties and merriment.

Romancing the Capital: May 6 -7 2016
Ottawa, Ontario Canada

In May 2016, Ottawa is the place to be for Canada’s most awesome romance reader conference! At Romancing the Capital, you’ll interact with your favorite authors, discover new authors and meet other readers who share your passion for reading romance.
Priced right, and with attending authors in every genre from sweet to erotic, contemporary to paranormal, RTC offers something to please every reader. Numerous events are planned, starting from early morning to late at night, so don’t miss the fun!
Treat yourself, and come to Romancing the Capital, where the winters might be cold, but the romance is sizzling hot.

And now, Release updates

Still with me? Great! Wilde Blue (Book 4 in the Wilde Brothers series) is now through it's first round of edits and should be released by mid September. Once I have a firm date from Evernight, I'll be letting everyone know. I can't wait to share Dave Wilde's story with you. 

3013: FATED is in progress and should be out in November. We're going back to Fort Saken on Earth for this book, and I promise we'll be looking in on Alayna, Griz and Ghost while we're there.

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Authors After Dark 2015 - the Recap


This is what 5 days of minimal sleep + a 19 hour day of travel looks like.

I'm back from my first convention!  It was glorious, incredible chaos with side orders of laughter, silliness, and occasional lunacy. I made new friends, talked to readers, managed to avoid fan-girling all over some of my favourite authors, and even survived my first panel without tripping over my own tongue. I also got to see Kali Argent again!  I've missed her since we said goodbye in Las Vegas last year. 

I met up with several other Canadian authors, including the awesome Eve Langlais (Fuckin' Eh) Who has informed me I'm her bitch now. I think that's a good thing?  Coreene Callahan is a total sweetheart, and Bianca Sommerland is awesome sauce.  (Diplomatic Immunity at the Embassy, baby!) I even met a reader from the island I live on! Too cool. 

I made some incredible friends, including Melanie Marchande and Kele Moon. These are two of the nicest peeps you can imagine. Melanie introduced me to sausage, biscuits and gravy for breakfast, and Kele handed over some of her precious stash of Laurann Dohner swag. (Though we may never agree on who the hottest New Species is...) 

I fell in love with the friendliness of southerners, and was traumatized by the appearance of something called a Palmetto bug. HUGE! Aargh! Ew!  I will save you all the horror and not post a picture of these things. *shudder*  I also learned that Fried Green Tomatoes are delicious. 

This is what heaven might taste like

My first book signing was a success, I met and talked with a tonne of readers, gave away a heap of swag, and signed books, kindles, t-shirts and autograph books. It was a whirlwind four hours of fun! (And Jd Holly doing a cartwheel for every book she sold was damned entertaining.) 

Me at the beginning of the signing

The organizers did an incredible job of keeping the everyone on track and on time, and when it was all over it was hard to accept that I had to go home and leave all my new friends behind. I cannot wait to head back to Atlanta next Spring for The Novel Experience Convention. 

I met so many amazing authors, bloggers, readers and friends, I cannot begin to name them all. It was a weekend I will never forget, and it was one hell of a way to celebrate my birthday. On a side note, since I turned 45 while outside my own country, I've decided I'll be 44 for another year. That works, right? 

You can check out my complete collection of pictures at my facebook page.  https://www.facebook.com/SusanHayesAuthor, but here are a few to whet your appetite.

The Tiara Ball with our lovely hostess ~ Kele Moon (she's the rocking redhead.)

Me dressed as a succubus for the Bump in the Night Ball (my birthday!)

Kali Argent as Rainbow Brite, standing with the Queen of the Damned (Tiara Ball)

Bianca Sommerland with the  Kali Argent at the welcome event

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Screw it, I'll stay single - or why I fled the dating pool, again.

My new dating policy

I wanted to believe that this time it might be different. That instead of frogs, I'd finally find a prince. Hell, I don't need a prince, I just need someone with a job, a car, a sense of humor, and no current wife/girlfriend...oh, and manners. It turns out manners are important, too.  (And a visa. More on that later.)

I actually had a date last week. I had been chatting with a nice, polite fellow with a great sense of humor. We agreed to meet for a drink at a local pub. Plans were made, times were set, and I set off ten minutes early just to be sure I was at our designated meeting place in the lobby, right on time. I was there early, but there was no sign of him. I waited. I watched people come and go. I sat alone, nervous, and wondering if I'd been stood up. 

Fifteen minutes later, I get an email asking me where I was. I replied I was in the lobby, waiting for him. His response? Apparently he'd biked in earlier and was having a second beer inside already, come find him. I was relieved he wasn't a no-show, but perturbed by his lack of manners. Not to mention his failure to offer and come find me. Now I had to venture into a dim, crowded pub and try to spot a man I had only seen in pictures. I have blue hair...I'm not hard to spot., Him? As it turned out, he was tucked into a back corner, and despite making three walk-throughs I couldn't find him...and he let me walk past him twice. Finally, I texted him and asked him to come find me...and he did. 

Not a stellar beginning. We did manage to have a nice time, light chatting over a drink and nachos. He even paid, which was unexpected. As we're leaving, we both head for the elevator, and then suddenly he says "gotta hit the head," and vanishes on me. No goodbye, no nothing. I'm at a loss. Was I ditched? Did he want me to stay?  I stuck around a few minutes (back in the dreaded lobby) and he reappeared only to say "oh, you're still here." 

Unsurprisingly, he never contacted me again, despite saying we'd chat later. 

And then...came the software engineer. Lovely pictures. Well written contact email. Nice smile. Honest about the fact he's in a wheelchair. We start chatting, and then I learn that there's a reason he's looking to date. Actually, date isn't the right word. Marry. That's the word. Why? Because he's not Canadian. He's from Nigeria and will soon be required to return there if he doesn't find a way to stay in the country. Like, oh, by finding a Canadian wife. Fast.  

Toss in a used car salesman whose opening line was "hey beautiful, want to compare tattoos? and ended with an offer to meet for a drink at ten at night that same evening? And you can see why I've opted to be single a while longer. 

I'm still a hopeful romantic, but I've hit my frog quota for the season. I'll try again next year.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Ice Cream Blog Hop

Welcome to the My Ice Cream Brings All The Boys To The Yard blog hop!
This is the first of hopefully many hops, introducing you to some names you know, and some you don't.

Go through the list, and find out what your favorite authors think about their characters! Are they Vanilla? Or Chocolate Peanut Butter? 

Get your spoon and get stuck in!!

Did someone say ice cream? I swear, ice cream is my kryponite. (And the reason I will never be a size two.) There are so many flavors to pick from, but when I thought about Vamir, the gargoyle shifter hero from Summoned and Bound, I knew exactly which flavor he was: Moose Tracks.

At first glance it looks like simple vanilla, but buried under that cold exterior are dark rivers of chocolate and delicious chocolate cups filled with peanut butter. Yummy! That description suits Vamir perfectly. He looks human, and centuries of living apart from his brethren have left him cool and distant. But beneath the chilly surface beats the heart of a warrior fueled by courage and gifted with powers far beyond a mortal man. 

Vamir is a Garda warrior, a man of hidden depths. There's a darkness to him, too, and it’s going to take a very special woman to appreciate his complex nature…and the fact he can shift into a seven-foot-tall, winged creature with fangs, horns, and stone skin might take a little getting used to, too. Not every woman has it in them to love a gargoyle, but Gwyneth is far from ordinary, herself.


Summoned and Bound

Two souls bound by fate. Two lovers enslaved by magic.

Vamir Halmar is the Commander of the last Company of Guardians. When a summoning spell targets the wrong man and drops Vamir into the enemy’s hands, he discovers his salvation in the form of a beautiful slave with quicksilver eyes and the heart of a warrior.

Torn from her family and home before she had grown into her powers, Gwyneth Annaren has spent most of her life as the unwilling servant to one of the most fearsome Magi. When Vamir is accidently summoned by her master, she finds herself face to face with a living reminder of the past she has forced herself to forget. The handsome guardian is as dangerous to her as he is compelling, tempting her to dream of freedom and an end to her loneliness.

Can they have a future together, or will the price of their freedom be paid in sacrifice and heartbreak?

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As a summer special, you can currently buy all three summoned books in a box set for only $0.99!

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

New Release - Shadow Soldier by Kali Argent

Shadow Soldier

The Revenant - Book One

When the Purge nearly wiped out humanity and gave rise to the Allied Races Coalition, Roux Jennings refused to become a paranormal’s new pet. Forced into hiding, she remains constantly on the move, never staying in one place for too long. It’s a harsh existence filled with too many dangers and not enough food, but at least she’s free.

Coalition Captain Deke Collins is tasked with protecting the citizens of Trinity Grove—both human and paranormal alike. Presenting the mask of a loyal and dutiful soldier isn’t always easy, but it’s a necessary evil. If anyone discovers he’s the leader of a group of rebels secretly known as the Revenant, he won’t live to see the next sunrise.

When circumstances force him into the path of a beautiful and tenacious female, he’s immediately drawn to the human. Dragging Roux into his world may put her in more danger than even he realizes, but it’s a risk he must take to protect her.

In a reality where paranormals rule and humans are nearly extinct, lines are drawn, sides are chosen, and a war for freedom rages in secret.


“Your plan is what, exactly?” a low, masculine voice asked from somewhere in the darkness to her right. “Rescue your friends armed with a single knife and determination?”

Roux couldn’t see the owner of the voice, not even a silhouette, but she knew he was close, much too close. She couldn’t outrun him, not by returning to the forest, anyway. He’d expect that. If she had any hope of escape, she’d have to outsmart him, but to do that, she needed to know where he was.

Gripping the handle of her knife hard enough to make her knuckles ache, Roux swallowed past the constriction in her throat. “Who are you?” she demanded, grateful her voice didn’t break and betray her fear. “Where are my friends?”

“Your friends are alive…for now.”

His answer definitely came from the right, two maybe three trees away. “Who are you?” Roux repeated.

“Does it matter?”

She could barely hear him over the rain that plopped against the treetops, but he sounded closer when he spoke, much too close for her comfort. No light—artificial or natural—penetrated the darkness beneath the canopy, and she still couldn’t find him in the shadows. 

“You should run,” he whispered, his breath warm against the shell of her ear.

Reacting on instinct, not giving fear time to paralyze her, Roux pivoted on the ball of her right foot and swung her arm out to the side with enough force to make her elbow crack. When the blade of her knife encountered only air, she dropped into a half-crouch and held her breath. The guy moved like a fucking ghost, there one minute, gone the next, and she couldn’t hear a damn thing.

“You’re not running,” her stalker taunted, his voice coming from directly behind her as his fingertips brushed over her bare shoulder.

Instead of turning, Roux jerked both elbows back, satisfied when she heard her attacker grunt in pain as she connected squarely with a wall of muscle. Following the momentum, she threw her head back, groaning when the impact with his sternum made her vision blurry. She didn’t stop fighting, though, swinging her knife down and back to where she estimated his thigh to be. Again, she found only emptiness.

Strong, callused fingers encircled her wrist, squeezing the bones until her hand went numb and her only weapon tumbled to the ground. Still, she wouldn’t admit defeat, not while she remained standing. Instead of trying to jerk away, she bent her knees and pushed up from the soaked ground, driving her shoulder into her captor. Clearly, he hadn’t expected her to make such a bold move, because he lost his footing in the slippery mud and toppled over, dragging Roux to the ground with him. 

Landing atop his massive chest—fuck, the guy was huge—Roux rolled to the left, wrenching her arm free of his loosened grasp. The instant her feet hit the ground, she was running, sprinting out of the row of peach trees, back toward the highway and the forest beyond.

Now Available

Sunday, July 12, 2015

I seem to have lost my couch - musings on convention prep 2015

I wonder what my couch's maximum weight limit is...

In less than a month I will be in Atlanta, Georgia to attend my very first convention, Authors After Dark. That's still several weeks away, and yet my living room is starting to resemble a warehouse. (Not shown, many, many other boxes that I need to collapse and take down to the recycling bin.) 

The only thing keeping me from panic at the moment is the knowledge that only some of each box is coming with me, not the whole shebang. I cannot imagine what the overweight luggage bill would be if I tried to take it all, never mind explaining to various customs, immigration and Homeland Security folks why I'm travelling with several hundred potential stabby things (nail files,) and a few hundred vials of chemicals, (hand sanitizers.) 

Since this is my first ever convention, I've pestered my author friends (and a few strangers) for tips, hints and sage pearls of wisdom. I am going to owe them all hugs and drinks by the time I meet up with them in Atlanta, especially Kali Argent, who has been my mentor as I become increasingly mental. 

Since I work full time, I've had every shipment sent to my work address, which has delighted my boss (who loves seeing what new things have arrived and has claimed something from nearly every box.)  It has also confounded my postie, who actually asked me what on earth company I worked for that had no sign on the door and kept getting mystery packages from all over. 

My explanation that I write romances and all the deliveries were for an upcoming convention didn't seem to ease his concerns at all. I think he's now wondering what exactly is IN all those boxes he's delivered. 

My passport is ready, my luggage has been pulled out of the closet, and I have a feeling my brand new luggage scale is about to get a serious workout as I figure out how to get all these goodies 3,550 km and still manage to pack my clothes. (And my tirara, cannot forget that!)  

As you might have guessed, I'm getting excited about this trip! Readers to meet, authors to fan-girl over, panels to attend, and I am going to be sure to try "real" sweet tea and other southern foods for the first time. 

So far the list includes southern fried chicken, barbeque, black eyed peas & grits. If you've got any other suggestions, toss them in the comments!  (makes a note to bring stretchy pants for the plane ride home.) 

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Stranger than fiction

A few weeks ago I blogged about some of the strange things that had come up at work. That post, Wackadoodle Wednesday, highlighted a handful of the odd problems that come with being in property management. Well, I need to write a follow-up to that post, because things got even weirder.

Like this, only in a seniors only building.
We finally convinced one of our tenants that his eighty-plus-year-old neighbour was not running a brothel out of his apartment. That took a surprising amount of effort on our part, but the matter was eventually resolved. (After said tenant called the police and tried to convince THEM that there was a brothel situation going on. They didn't believe him, either.)

Now we're dealing with another tenant who seems to spend a great deal of time out on her balcony, watching her neighbours go about their lives. She also spends a significant amount of time watching the pool, because we've have multiple reports from her claiming that another tenant is doing handstands in said pool, while not wearing the bottom half of her bikini. So far, our poor managers have gone out to check on this selectively-dressed aquatic acrobat twice, and both times they've confirmed that yes, she's wearing both parts of the bikini. 

This leaves us with two possible scenarios:

1) The reporting tenant needs to up the prescription on her glasses.

2) Our hand-standing tenant is stripping off her bottoms, performing her acrobatics and then redressing while remaining underwater, thus avoiding detection.

I'm sure there are other possibilities, but I don't want to go too far down that particular rabbit hole, some things are best left unpondered.

Shown - A reason to rebel against "the man"
Due to a new city bylaw, all organic garbage (table scraps, veggie trimmings, pizza boxes etc) are now to be separated out and placed in special compost bins for pick up. As you can imagine this is not a wonderful idea for a high-rise apartment in the middle of summer, but the law is the law. 

When the tenants were informed of this change, some of them took it upon themselves to stage a garbage rebellion. The specially purchased "compost buckets" have been found in the halls, left in the stairwells, full and apparently awaiting the garbage fairy to come and take them away. (Or maybe they think the fruit flies will form swarms large enough to carry it off?) What none of them grasp is that this wasn't our company's idea. If they want to make a point, head to City Hall and leave the compost at their front door.

I'm hoping that this afternoon is quiet, giving me some much needed time to restore my faith in humanity.