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Take Overs, Book signings, and news on what’s next!

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On August 30th around 2:00 p.m. central time till 6:00 p.m. I will be over at Lexis Book Bliss’s Facebook page. My plan – giveaways, games, and maybe a surprise or two. So, come check out Book Bliss we would love to have you!

 Now, here comes the best part, on that same day, I’m going to be in Oklahoma City meeting some of my favorite authors such as Colleen Hoover, Jamie McGuire, and Kendall Grey! Here’s the banner so you can see how epic this event will be.

Signing event OK City 2014

I am still working very hard on Ice Bound, I’m about 88 percent complete with it and then off it will go to editing.  I’m really pumped with this story because it has a completely different view on the Crescent Bound world through Marc’s perception.  I’m hoping my readers will enjoy it as much as I am writing it.

So, on to the next topic. Recently, I’ve had a couple of email and Facebook messages about Daylight – No Death for the Wicked. The question is if and when there will be a sequel. The answer is yes there will be and the title is Midnight. This post is the only place you can see the new cover for Midnight. Just for you, here it is. 

Midnight book cover

 

Mattie and Graham will learn there’s more at stake, literally. Both will have their own set of challenges. Graham fighting to maintain his existence in the world Mattie resides in and not be condemned to the underworld infinitely. And Mattie, she holds something extremely valuable that the Elites want back and they will use whatever force necessary to reclaim their serum and the Voynich Manuscript, an ancient book of vampire secrets.

This story, along with book two in the Veil Realm Series – Citeron will be next on my writer’s desk. Both of these stories are ready to possess the pages. I just need old man time to loan me a few more hours in my days. ;)

I LOVE hearing from fans and readers that enjoy my work. Please don’t ever feel like you’re intruding by writing me. Reading your words absolutely make my days!  So, feel free anytime to contact me. <3

rushbound12@gmail.com

 

And the future holds…

I’m back (I think) in the world of writing once again. Last month was extremely difficult for our family, our oldest son, Tyler, who is 21, had kidney failure. After a couple of surgeries he’s now on dialysis and doing okay. So, to say writing hasn’t been my first priority is an understatement. The stories are  there, waiting, lurking, and more than ready to be told and I’m going to try my best to capture each one exactly as they should be.

 

The first is the last, last of the Crescent Bound series, that is. Ice Bound is in the works right now and I enjoy that I can bring out aspects of Marc and Alyssa’s lives from his point of view. There are tons of new things that you’ll never know unless you read this one. I also have a very small character in Ice Bound that will possibly be spun off into an anthology with some amazing author friends. If the anthology goes well then it could roll out that tale into a mini-series of sorts, (the short story, 9 Lives,  that is). I will let you in on that one as things progress. It is a little too soon to get into any details. But by the end of summer I should know more, and then I will bring you into the loop.

 

Once Ice Bound is complete that will wrap up  the Bound series. It will be hard to let them all go, but I have several more that need my attention. The first book in the Veil Realms series was Pine Needles where you were introduced to Selene and her trials and tribulations through a dystopian crisis. Book two in this series is screaming at me to be written. Citeron  is the next world the Manunnaki will emerge  themselves in. Selene and Sirius will discover an entire race at the edge of  their own existence. This new world is in the middle of a war.  Once I have the official blurb I will post it, so bear with me, this story is going to challenge me as a writer and hopefully, intrigues  you  as a reader.

 

 

Finally my secret project, Chasing the Madness. I’ve been working on this one for awhile now, research, research, and more research. This tale has quite a lot of history to it. London, 1888 is when the story will take place. A young woman and her twin brother are time traveling junkies, but as one is transported into the future the other will find herself in the past. A dark and horrifying past.  She’s swept away by a man in the dark, saving her life from the notorious Jack the Ripper but as things slowly unveil themselves her suspicions start to grow. Who is Jack the Ripper? 

 

 


current projects

Take Over

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It’s been quite a hectic time lately, for some that may already know this, I’ve had an unexpected  family emergency arise. Of course this has slowed my writing projects down. Ice Bound (book 5 in the Crescent Bound series) will be out a little later this summer than I had planned. Along with a few other titles I’m currently working on, so, hang in there we’ll have more supernatural tales coming soon. Since I will be hiding in my writer’s cave the next few weeks, I wanted to share that I’ll be Taking Over a page – Paranormal Romance & Authors That Rock’s  page to be exact all day this coming Saturday, May 24th. Stop by, and share with your friends, it’s a great page and I’ll have some free stuff, answer any questions anyone has and mainly have some fun! I hope to see ya there!!!

Picnic in the Park – Autism Awareness

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It has been said that autism in a family causes isolation. I can confess that in my family it has done just that. There are many kids living with autism that have sequestered themselves due to over stimulation leading to meltdowns, none of these experiences are fun for the child, parent, or bystanders.  What I discovered is that there is one place which allows for the openness a child with autism needs, and that is a park, a big wide open park. So, during April, all my sales of all my books went toward hosting a picnic in the park in my hometown.

We had a nice, supportive turn out. The best part was that the kids had a chance to run and play. We put together a decent spread of picnic food and shared time together with some amazing families. This post is to say thank you to everyone that purchased my books in April. You helped share some quality time with some awesome kids. Thank you so much!

 

Here are some photos from the picnic in the park.

 

 

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Thank you again and stay tuned, more to come! <3

Authors for Autism – April 2014

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Autism is something that is an intimate part of my life. Each year April is Autism awareness month. Alarming news is ramped throughout the media, such as the 2014 rate of autism is 1 in 68 kiddos, a scary thing. The increase is 30% in the last four years.

I want to take a different approach. I want to celebrate these remarkable children who struggle a thousand times more than you or I do on a daily basis. I have given myself a challenge. I will take all of my sales from my books in April and throw a Picnic in the Park for any family, friends or supporters living or working with autism. So that’s my plan. You can help by purchasing one of my books. Next month I will share, right here, pics from the picnic so that you can see first hand how many beautiful smiles you’ve brought out.

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I also have hope that my author friends may take up a personal challenge of their own in support of Autism Awareness.

More to come. Comment below if you have an idea, question, or comment.

Karli Rush Author Page

The Elemental Powers of Crescent Bound’s world

In the beginning, and please know this is relative, beginnings happen all the time.  In this instance I am speaking of a beginning.  One in which true magick is introduced to the world and a race of beings are born through its mating with nature.

At the time of this beginning there were four sisters, two sets of twins.  Their names have long been misplaced in time.  The sisters lived as wild and free as any ever have.  One day the sisters came across a cave, the cave lead to a hidden realm.  In the center of this realm was a grand garden and in the center of the garden was a pool of water.  Beside the pool sat an old woman with solid white hair.  She stirred the water in the pool with a white stick and chanted in a language the sisters could not understand.

“Where are we?”  the first one asked.

“Who are you?” asked the second.

“Why do you stir the pool?” asked the third, but the fourth sister remained silent.

The old woman smiled at the silent one and said, “Answer your sisters questions, because you know already about this place and why you are here.”

The silent one tells her sisters that she had dreamt of this place and also mating with the earth and that she would not be allowed to mate without the balance being met.  So, each of the sisters will have to mate with earth as well.  The sisters agreed and reached into the pool to retrieve natures mate for them.

The first opened her hand and held a white stone that crumbled and then spiraled into wind.  The second sister opened her hand to see a solid blue stone which turned into water but remained in the shape of the stone.  The third opened her hand and the red stone became fire but did not burn her.  The fourth opened her hand  to see a moss-covered stone that began glowing green.

You are no longer human sisters, you have become the keepers of nature and protectors of the gates between this realm and many others.  When you mate with another, they must be of your kind.  The world has a new race, one that will be the stewards of the garden of life in which you now stand.  Drink of the water of life and harm none in your endeavors.  Live free and love, protect the earth, protect your mate whether of nature or life.  Go now my defenders and prosper.

Since this beginning we have been among you, living, loving and protecting.

Copyright © 2014 Karli Rush

The House Part 1 by Karli Rush

The House

© 2013  Karli Rush

My short story – free right here on my blog- I will publish as I write this, hope you enjoy! 

As promised here is part one from The House. 

The only thing stronger than love is insanity.

 

-    MichaelXavier

The House

One more step and the skin-crawling, creaking sound echoes throughout the hall. “Richard! Don’t, I—I really don’t feel good about this anymore,” I practically bark at him as we edge closer to the last door. We’ve investigated the lower floor, all the old, decrepit rooms, and the chancy stairs were my worst fear but we managed to sneak past the precarious areas. Now, we are standing at the last room down the unlit hall. The door is wide open like it’s welcoming us inside. The hot humid air has dropped significantly in temperature. It’s been well over a hundred degrees all summer long and now, I can see my breath. I can see his.

            “Rich, please. Let’s just head back, it’s getting late. We can start fresh tomorrow,” I plead but he shakes his head in refusal.

            “Naw, we got this, Keria.” He tugs on his lucky baseball cap, easing it over his eyes a bit and quirks a smirky grin at me.  My eyebrows bolt up and I wave the flashlight purposely in-between us.

            “Do you not see this?” My breath expels out a cold mist and the hair on the back on my neck rises.

            He taps on the device in his hand and explains, “Yeah, it means we’re not alone.” The meter looking ghost detector is completely lit up green. It doesn’t flash nor flicker, just a steady, solid color. Which makes me grimace even more, I’m not a paranormal investigator like Rich is. This is my very first time exploring a haunted house. I suck in a nervous breath as he motions for us to move forward. The house goes perfectly still as if it’s waiting for something, hanging onto an eerie anticipation. Five more steps and we’re at the threshold of the pitch-black room. 

            “Rich, you’re sure about this? I mean we don’t know how long this place has been abandoned or how secure this structure is,” I probe as I flash the light around us and then shine it inside the room. My hand goes sweaty and I grip the flashlight tighter, there’s nothing in the room. It’s not like the others, it’s entirely bare, empty, as if someone sterilized it from the ceiling to the floor. You know how they always say rooms like this smell moldy or musty? Well, this one smells like it’s tainted with blossoms, it’s so over-powering even Rich glances back at me. We both distinctly smell it and he reaches out, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

            “You know, for being a Rookie, I’m impressed. Come on, it’s the last room.” I attempt to send him a quick confident smile but something breathes down the right side of my neck. I grasp at my throat and stare at Rich. How do I tell him I can’t do this? How can I step one foot in front of the other when all I want to do is run the other way? My answer comes when he steps through the time-worn doorway.

            “Come on Keria, give me some light. It’s dark as shit in here!” I raise my shaking hand holding the flashlight and watch him walk to the middle of the room. An icy cold touch lands on my shoulder and I drop the light to the floor.

            “Keria! Get it together girl!” he shouts but I’ve already snagged the flashlight from the ground and twirl around to see if I’m still the only one standing in the darkened cold hall. Whirling back to Rich I shake off the feeling of being observed.

            “Got it, sorry.” I start to take a step into the room when I hear the house breathe, literally every board and nail within the room screeches together. And in the center, where Richard stands, the floor bows and bends upward and then breaks away. He plummets with the pollution of rotten wood and rusted, eroded fumes. My light illuminates a nothingness as he disappears from my sight.

            “Richard!” The cracking and splintering shards of wood resound with a deafening residual. My ears ring and my heart pounds as I scream out again, “Richard!”

            Nothing…

            But

            My

            Cold

            Breath…it’s the only sound within the room.

            I readjust my hand on the Maglite and run toward the stairs. I’m shaking, everything in me wants to lock up but I’m so terrified I bolt without another reasonable thought. The worn wooden steps hold my weight as I race downstairs. It’s hauntingly dark and vacant. Nothing appears in my sight as I shine my light through the bleak hallway. Pace after wary pace I enter the room where Richard fell through. I clamp my hand fiercely over the only thing which guides me. Not a breath escapes from my lips when I approach the doorway, the lambent luster grazes slowly across the flooring. But I see only the hardwood surface. Untouched, no clouds of dust or debris, no broken shards of rustic wood. No Richard. As if nothing at all had happened. I take a step closer, suck in a hearty breath and whisper, “Richard!” 

            I cling to my shirt as I ease in, I can feel my heart pounding, trembling through the fabric. The fractional light threads outward offering me nothing but the barren baseboards and lifeless walls. A smell drifts by just as the cool air bristles the hair down my neck. The scent is intertwined with sunflowers and blood. And that same panicky feeling surges a rush in me, a dire urgency to get the hell out of here. But I grit my teeth together and raise my voice a bit louder than before and yell, “Richard, please! Where are you?!”

            The house is abnormally quiet as I drag my light downward, searching the floor where I thought Rich would be. Chairs, aged books, and raged, dusty curtains are all over creation in here. It’s exactly how we first saw it before, not a thing out-of-place. And I raise my flashlight upward, to the ceiling, half expecting the hole that he fell through. But I know from seeing the room there will be no evidence to what I just witnessed on the floor above. The ceiling is still committedly intact. Am I losing my mind? I know I’m not, I know what I saw and he has to be in here. I take another step further inside the room, and just as my hand slips off the door frame, a cold unpleasant shiver weaves through my spine. A deep, detached voice growls right next to my ear, “Get out!

            I nearly drop my light as I spin around and run for the front door. Ambling faster down the broken cement steps I charge for my car. Never looking back, never losing my balance because I feel the vileness, the immorality breathing inside that house. I’ve, we’ve trespassed into something I can’t even begin to explain and Rich is somewhere still inside. I fumble with my keys to get them into the ignition. Once my headlights glare at the house not forty feet away, I lock the doors and debate. He’s in there and I can’t just drive the hell off. I rub my hands over my face and in-between my shaking fingertips I look up. In the window I see a shape, a silhouette of a tall man and it’s not Rich. My foot slams heavily on the gas pedal and I drive like a maniac on the rough, isolated dirt road.    

            The entire time my eyes flicker nervously back and forth from the road to my rearview mirror. The sensation of being followed keeps prickling my frayed nerves. I even feel like the woods have eyes and are watching me speed pass the trees. Something malicious lives inside that abandoned house, it’s real, just as real as the tears that swell inside my eyes. And I never want to go back there, but I have to find out what happened to Richard. Worry, fear, and guilt consumes me. What happened to him? Is he still alive… alive inside that cursed house?    

 

 

To be continued…

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