Good Cheer Holiday Bundle!

I’m in a great new Storybundle just in time for the holiday season – the Good Cheer Holiday Bundle!

My contribution is the Diz and Dee Holiday Mysteries, which includes a Thanksgiving mystery you won’t find anywhere else.

This bundle was put together by Dean Wesley Smith. He has fantastic things to say about the ten books in this bundle here, but I want to point out this part:

“And then finally, the best of the best of the best. The Santa Claus Stories by L. Frank Baum. (Yes, the Wizard of Oz L. Frank Baum.) This was edited, with all the original art, by James Romag and somehow published by Wordfire Press and guided by Kevin J. Anderson. A massive task and a book that you should not miss.

“Santa Claus and many of our Christmas traditions came from these stories. Of course, lots of sources before these stories contributed, and Coke ads after these stories refined what we think of Santa Claus in looks. But the L. Frank Baum stories were the center of it all. And James Romag, in his introduction, lays it all out for you.

“This book is an amazing treat to read this holiday.” — Dean Wesley Smith

You can get The Santa Claus Stories along with the other nine book in this bundle for as little as $15 plus you can contribute to AbleGamers, our fantastic charity!

Because this is a special holiday bundle, and we probably all need a little extra holiday cheer this year, this bundle’s available for a longer period of time — another twenty-eight days.

The Good Cheer Holiday Bundle will not only make a great gift to yourself, but also a great gift to give to the readers in your life.

Twist of a Knife special offer!

How’s your Small Business Saturday going? I hope you’ve gotten a lot of shopping done at your favorite independent, locally owned stores. Local businesses can really use the support, especially during this holiday shopping season. If you can, please purchase online, or if you can’t and have to shop in person, please wear a mask, wash your hands often, and follow social distancing guidelines so that you and your loved ones will still be around for Christmas.

Speaking of Small Business Saturday shopping, I’d like to remind you that independent and small press publishers are small businesses too, and so is Storybundle.  I’m lucky enough to be in two bundles going on right now, although the Twist of a Knife Bundle is going away in only five more days!

My contribution to the Twist of a Knife Bundle is early edition of my short story collection Unexpected Criminals, which isn’t available anywhere else! With this bundle, you not only get an early look at some of my favorite crime stories, you get some really nifty fiction from some of my favorite mystery writers. These books run the gamut from cozy mysteries to gritty noir to hit lady to the best twisted mysteries featured in Pulphouse Fiction Magazine, including my unexpected spy story, “The Geezer Squad.” (See what I did there?)

For as little as $15 you can get all ten books in this bundle, plus support a great charity.  But hurry, because The Twist of a Knife Storybundle’s going away in just five more days.

PLUS, because this is the season for holiday specials, I’d like to throw in a little extra incentive – an added bonus if you’ve purchased the bundle.

From now until the end of the bundle, I’m going to throw in an extra collection—call it a companion collection to Unexpected Criminals for FREE!  This one is Unexpected Good Guys.

Both Unexpected Criminals and Unexpected Good Guys won’t be available for sale until next year, but for a limited time you can get both collections by purchasing the Twist of a Knife Storybundle.

So how do you get your free copy of Unexpected Good Guys?

Simple!

Just shoot me an email to annie DOT reed DOT writer AT gmail DOT com. (Substitute in the . and @ in that email address – you know the score. *g*)  Attach or embed a copy of your receipt from Storybundle to your email, and I’ll send you back a link where you can download your free copy of Unexpected Good Guys.

But don’t delay!  This offer – along with the bundle – is only available for another five days.

I’ll be back on Monday to talk about the other great bundle I’m in this holiday season! Stay tuned!

Free Fiction Thursday – Love Stinks, Inc.

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Annie Reed

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Dyte glared at the black cat perched on the center of her desk. It couldn’t stare back at her since it was just one of the many wildly successful plush toys her company produced, but that didn’t stop her from hating its adorable little guts.

The cat held a puffy red heart in its front paws. The universal Don’t Do This symbol, a circle with a slash through the center, was printed on the red satin fabric along with the stylized logo for Dyte’s company—Love Stinks, Inc.

The plush cat was part of this year’s line of stuffed animals meant to appeal to chronically unattached women (and chronically unattached men confident enough in their masculinity to buy themselves a stuffed toy). Given her company’s more than healthy bottom line, the world contained about a bazillion single people who didn’t mind dishing out $9.95 for a fuzzy toy to cuddle with on Valentine’s Day just to make themselves feel better about being alone.

Just like Dyte was alone.

She leaned forward, planted her elbows on the smooth surface of her desk, and rested her chin in her hands so she could gaze at the cat at something approximating its eye level.

“What’s your secret?” she muttered at the cat. “Why do people love you so much?”

She should be happy the toys were so successful. A significant amount of her company’s research and development budget had gone into determining a perfect size for the plush toys (big enough to cuddle but not so big they would give a real cat or dog or skunk a run for its money), the length and thickness of their fake black fur (somewhere between shorthair and Persian, when measured in feline terms), and the color of their over-sized eyes (a washed out blue somewhat darker than the noontime sky uncluttered by clouds but not as deep as the clear blue of a high mountain lake). That still didn’t the ridiculous popularity of the things. Even the skunks.

At least the toys weren’t spelled. She’d put her foot down (metaphorically speaking) at the mere suggestion, even though both R & D and her sales department had lobbied long and hard for inclusion of a compulsion spell—a “minor” one, they had assured her—in the stuffing inside the red satin heart all the plush toys held.

As far as she was concerned, customers would either buy her company’s products because they wanted to, or they wouldn’t. The last thing she wanted to do was compel people to fall in love with a stuffed toy.

Compelling people to fall in love was her dad’s thing, not hers. It was hard enough to be taken seriously in business when you were the immortal daughter of Cupid and Psyche, and you had a ridiculous name like Dyte because your mom thought it would be a nice tribute to name you after your grandmother.

Like Aphrodite had ever given one whit about her granddaughter.

Which was fine with Dyte. From the stories she’d heard, grandmother had a vindictive streak a mile wide, just like a lot of the old gods in the family tree. Even though Dyte was an immortal like her parents, she was glad to stay off grandmother’s radar.

If only she’d managed to keep her private life off her dad’s radar.

(end of sample)

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Love Stinks, Inc.

Copyright © 2015 Annie Reed

This story is no longer available to read for free, but it can be purchased at Amazon, Kobo, Smashwords, iTunes, and Barnes & Noble.

Be sure to check out the other stories in the Uncollected Anthology series!

New Release – The Snow Queen

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This is so cool.  The second issue of the Uncollected Anthology was released yesterday, which includes my story The Snow Queen.

The Uncollected Anthology is a little different from most anthologies.  For one thing, each story is published individually, so our readers can buy the stories they like.  Kind of like going to a buffet, right?  No paying for things you don’t want.  How nifty is that?

Each quarter all of the UA writers pick a theme and write stories to that theme.  This quarter’s theme is Winter Witches.  Let me tell you, it was a lot of fun writing a story about snow when the temperatures were hitting the 90’s.  And yes, I listened to Christmas music while I wrote to get in the mood.  Doesn’t everyone listen to Christmas music in September? *g*

Check out the other amazing authors participating in this project:

Dayle A. Dermatis

Leah Cutter

Michelle Lang

Leslie Claire Walker

Phaedra Weldon

They’re fabulous writers, each and every one of them, and I’m a big fan.  In fact, that’s how the Uncollected Anthology started.  We’re all fans of each other’s work, and we wanted to read more of it.  I hope you will too.

Free Fiction Friday – The Magic of Home

This week’s free fiction story celebrates the first issue of the Uncollected Anthology with my contribution, The Magic of Home.  This story will be available to read for free right here until August 15th.  Enjoy!

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THE MAGIC OF HOME

Annie Reed

The motorcycle whispered to Twig as they zoomed past the shipyards at the south end of Moretown Bay.

Home.

Tucked safely inside her helmet, the tips of Twig’s long ears quivered in response to the motorcycle’s rumbling voice. She felt its yearning not only in the subtle change in its magic, but in the throaty roar of the engine as they increased speed, racing north on I-5 toward the city that shared its name with the bay.

Twig leaned forward. “Almost there,” she said. “Almost there.”

Her words tore apart on the damp night air rushing past her, but she knew their meaning would still reach the heart of the machine that had been her friend for a decade. Not all magical beings needed ears to hear or words to understand.

As much as she wanted to get them both home, they couldn’t afford to draw the attention of any police—or wizards—who might be patrolling the freeway.

I-5 passed through the center of the city as the freeway wound its way north into Canada, a wide ribbon of asphalt and concrete hemmed in by high-rise office buildings, luxury hotels, and apartment buildings too rich for Twig’s blood. This part of the freeway had always been heavily patrolled. Twig doubted that had changed in the years she’d been gone, so she throttled back on the engine to bring their speed closer to the surrounding traffic.

The motorcycle fought her, so Twig whispered soothing words to it until it accepted her decision. She hoped it was the right one.

Under other circumstances, just seeing the city itself might have taken her breath away. Tonight the sky was clear. No fog had rolled in off the water to obscure the view, and the tall buildings in the city center gleamed like jewels against the starry sky. She could make out the spires of the Justice Center, gleaming white and silver like a monument to law and order for all, human and magic folk alike. Spotlights had turned the modern glass and steel Trexler Towers blue and green, the colors for a local sports team.

Twig wasn’t surprised that the city was still celebrating the team’s world championship, even though that particular sport wasn’t truly played on a global scale. Everyone, magic folk and humans alike, needed something outside themselves to believe in.

Hurry, the motorcycle whispered. Gillfoil approaches.

Twig tensed. As sensitive as her ears were to the currents of magic in the world around her, the motorcycle’s senses far exceeded hers. If the motorcycle felt the presence of the gang’s enforcer, that meant he was near.

“Where?” she asked.

Behind. Less than a mile.

“Can we make it?”

The motorcycle hesitated. Twig could imagine her friend calculating speed and distance, and the effect of mass and magic on both.

No.

(end of sample)

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The Magic of Home is available for purchase on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and Smashwords.

If you enjoyed this story, be sure to check out the other stories in the Uncollected Anthology series!

Free Fiction Thursday – With a Twist!

Hex webWe’re getting back on the Free Fiction Thursday bandwagon this week with something seriously cool.

The fine folks at WMG Publishing are offering a free podcast of my story “Dead Men Walking” for one week only starting today.  “Dead Men Walking” is one of a bunch of wonderful urban fantasy stories in Fiction River: Hex in the City edited by Kerrie L. Hughes.

I love this cover, don’t you?

“Dead Men Walking” introduces a new character to  Moretown Bay, a city in the Pacific Northwest where magic works and the place Diz & Dee call home.   Diz & Dee’s adventures are on the lighter side, but for attorney Dalton Garvey, life isn’t that easy, a lesson that’s driven home when an advertising campaign meant to garner new clients for his law practice goes horribly wrong.

Enjoy!

I’m a Podcast!

Well, not me exactly, but my story “The Shape of a Name” is this week’s featured podcast from the awesome publishing team at WMG.  🙂

Each week the WMG podcast features a story from their Fiction River original anthology series.  “The Shape of a Name” is one of the stories in Fiction River #2: How to Save the World edited by John Helfers.  There are some truly kickass stories in this anthology.  It’s available now in print and ebook, and an audiobook of the entire volume will be available in a couple of weeks.

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Cool beans, right?  Two Free Fiction Thursday stories by me in one week.  What a deal!

Free Fiction Thursday – Lady of the Deep

Happy beginning of summer, everyone!

I don’t know how things are in your neck of the woods, but here in Northern Nevada it’s supposed to be hot this weekend.  Like record-setting hot.  Like hang out by a cool lake in the shade with a tall glass of iced tea and a good book, or maybe just park yourself next to the air conditioning.  With a good book.  Are you sensing a pattern? 😉

This week’s story features a hot day, a lake, and a legend that’s about to turn one guy’s fun day in the sun into something dark and dangerous.  I hope you enjoy “Lady of the Deep.”

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Lady of the Deep

 Annie Reed

Copyright © 2011, 2013 by Annie Reed

A sandcastle competition.  At a man-made lake where the sand had to be carted in on dump trucks because the lake used to be a rock quarry, and the last thing those beaches had was any natural sand.  Greg had never heard of anything sillier, except maybe the fact that Sylvia wanted to watch the competition.

“It’s a hundred degrees out there,” Greg said.  “And you want to stand around and watch grown men play in the dirt.”

The two of them were sitting in Sylvia’s battered old Honda.  The parking lot at the public entrance to the lake was only half-full even though it was the second Saturday in July and the swimming was free, which meant the place should have been swarming with kids.  Even little kids had sense enough to stay inside out of the sun.

“Aw, c’mon,” Sylvia said.  “It’ll be fun.  We have sunscreen and an umbrella and a blanket in the back, and I bet they’re selling beer and hotdogs.  It’ll be just like a picnic.  Didn’t you ever go on a picnic?”

“No.”

Well, that wasn’t quite true, but Sylvia wouldn’t know that.  They’d only been dating a few weeks.  Sylvia was great in bed and easy to look at, even if she wasn’t exactly what Greg would call pretty, but she had this thing about being outdoors.  She liked to just sit outside and watch the world go by.  Sometimes she liked to go on walks.  Like on the concrete path around the outside of this particular lake.

“You need the fresh air,” she said.

Okay, sure, he worked in a cubicle farm all day, and left on his own, he’d play video games all night, but was that any reason to make him bake in the sun on the hottest day of the year?

“And if you’ve never been on a picnic…”  Sylvia let the thought hang in the air, like she wanted him to finish it.  When he didn’t, she said, “Well, we really need to go on a little picnic of our own, then.”  She leaned over the center console and kissed him.  “You can rub sunscreen all over me.”  She arched one eyebrow and kissed him again.  “And I can rub sunscreen all over you.”

Greg had a vision of Sylvia naked.  She did look pretty good with her clothes off.  And rubbing on sunscreen was a legitimate way of touching her in public without anyone raising a fuss.

“Then you can rub me more, later,” she said, her mouth up by his ear.

(read the rest of the story here)

Free Fiction Thursday – Firebug

Happy Thursday, everyone!

In honor of the release of a paperback edition of my five-story collection IT’S A CRIME (complete with free ebook version!), this week’s free fiction is “Firebug,” one of the five stories in the collection. Enjoy!

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FIREBUG

Annie Reed

Copyright ©  Annie Reed

Me and Bobby, we started a fire yesterday in that empty house on Colfax, the one with the ugly puke-green Realty Masters “For Sale” sign in the front yard.  We got in through the patio door, real easy like.  The guys working on the inside, fixing up the place, they don’t always lock up when they leave.  I guess they think nobody notices, but I do.  Even I know better than to leave a house open like that. Just asking for trouble.

We were outside the AM-PM on Fourth and Garnett, hanging out in the shade, when I came up with the idea.  Me and Bobby, we went to AM-PM for drinks just like we always do.  I had a Mountain Dew with lots of ice.  I like lots of ice in the summer, crunch it between my teeth like candy.  Bobby was sucking down AM-PM’s lame-ass version of a sour berry Slurpee.  He stuck out his tongue every now and then just to gross me out, like a blue tongue is all that gross.  I’ve seen grosser.

I’d slipped a lighter in my jeans pocket when the AM-PM cashier wasn’t looking.  The lighter was clear orange plastic, the kind where you can see the fluid inside sloshing all around.  I almost forgot about it until I did that little jump-skip thing I do over cracks in the sidewalk, and I felt the lighter poking hard against my hip.

“Wanna see something cool?” I asked.

I took the lighter out of my pocket and showed it to Bobby, and all of a sudden, just like that, I had the idea.

(read the rest of the story here)

Free Fiction Thursday – Bluesman

Good morning, everyone!

This has been a pretty cool week so far.  Fiction River #1 – Unnatural Worlds – released this week with my brand new Diz & Dee story “Here, Kitty Kitty.”  I always love getting contributor copies.  There’s just something about holding the book in my hands — I don’t think I’ll ever get past the awesomeness of that. *g* If you’d like your very own copy, it’s available at Amazon in both ebook and paperback, and also from Ella Distribution.

I also have a new release from Thunder Valley Press.  “Bluesman” takes me back to the days when I actually played guitar– in front of an audience, no less — only thank goodness, I never had an experience like the blues guitarist in this story.  Enjoy!

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Bluesman

 Annie Reed

Published by Thunder Valley Press

Copyright © 2013 by Annie Reed

Cover art Copyright © Depositphotos | InConcert

Johnny ripped the wrapping paper off what he knew had to be another lame-ass inspirational poster as his momma belted out the last off-key strains of “Happy Birthday.”

He’d put her call on speaker so he could hear her sing while he opened her present.  There for a minute, she’d actually made his cell phone rattle around the metal top of the battered TV tray he used for a table in the low-rent motel room where he lived.

She didn’t have the greatest singing voice, his momma.  She used to tell him he yanked whatever musicality she had right on out of her when he was born and took it all for himself.

What she lacked in skill, she more than made up for with enthusiasm and volume.  Every year she insisted on singing to him on his birthday whether they were together or not.  This year found him in Vegas trying to get a gig.  She was still back home in Mississippi.  As far as Johnny knew, she’d never left the delta, not in her entire life.

“Happy birthday, baby!” she said when she was done singing.  “How you like my present?”

For once, Johnny didn’t know what to say.

The posters his momma sent always had sayings like Soar With The Eagles or Believe In Yourself coupled with photographs of high mountain peaks covered in snow or beautiful, sandy beaches, the sun setting low over the water.

She was a great believer in the power of positive thinking.  Life had pretty much sucked the positive out of him, but every year he still thanked her for her gift and said something nice about it because she was his momma and she loved him, and it was only polite.

This year he couldn’t quite bring himself to say “Cool picture, momma,” or “You’re so good to me, thinking about me like that,” like he did usually did, even though he always threw the poster away as soon as he got off the phone.

“You got me dead rock stars?” he said instead.

(read the rest of the story here)