Ebook Sale | The Eldritch Heart

Greetings, All!

The Eldritch Heart ebook is on sale for .99 until May 4th!

(A young adult LGBT Fantasy novel)

For twenty years, a war rages between the kingdoms of Lucernia and Evermoor, longer than Princess Oona has been alive. She is stuck living as a veritable prisoner in the castle, fearful of assassins who seek to kill her before the Foretelling comes to pass.

A bigger worry weighs heavy on her heart than finding a way to end a bitter war: the love she feels for her servant girl, Kitlyn.

In a kingdom devoted to Lucen, the god of purity, such an admission could be worse than death–but so is keeping it secret.


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Kobo:
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Nook:
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Kindle Freebie | The Cursed Codex

Greetings! I have a second freebie going on – The Cursed Codex (Upper MG / younger YA LitRPG) is also free on Kindle until 4/23/19.

Fantasy roleplayers often get deep into their games, but thirteen-year-old Keith Croft is about to take it to a new level.

He’s been invisible for seven years, smart but not working hard, athletic enough, but too lazy to excel. His parents are sorta cool, but only two weeks into his eighth-grade year, his friends are all busy with sports or projects and can’t hang out. On the way home one day, he stops at a neighbor’s yard sale and discovers a book for Crypts & Creepers that the lonely old woman says belonged to her granddaughter who disappeared without a trace.

Days after he convinces his friends to try this bizarre game that doesn’t require electronics, strange noises in his closet wake him. His increasing inability to focus on anything other than a girl who vanished before he was born―and his obsession with her NPC ranger―drives him to dig deeper into the past, searching for what really happened to her.

By the time Keith realizes the Gamemaster’s Codex holds something darker than rules within its pages, the curse that claimed the soul of a girl in 1987 has its claws in his group as well.

Keith vows his friends will escape―even if he can’t.

Kindle Freebie | Prophet of the Badlands

Prophet of the Badlands is free on Kindle from Apr 20 – Apr 24!

For most twelve-year-olds, being kidnapped is terrifying. For Althea, it’s only Tuesday.

Psionic healing powers are precious anywhere, but out in the Badlands… settlers and raiders alike kill to own her. With no home or even any idea what normal feels like, Althea is content to let them take her as long as she can still help those who need her gifts. When her bleak life takes an unexpected turn and she gets a taste of having a real home, she must search deep within for the courage to protect herself and those she has come to love as a family.

New Release | Emma and the Weeping Spirit

The Tales of Widowswood series continues with book 5 – Emma and the Weeping Spirit!

Hello, All! – I’ve been eager to release this book for a while now. Alas, with the upheaval of parting ways with my former publisher and redoing the covers it caused a bit of a delay.

Ricky Gunawan again worked his illustrative magic to create the cover, so I am finally able to release the fifth in the series!

Weeping Spirit somewhat returns to the tone of the first book, a little darker and creepier than the volumes before it.


Ten-year-old Emma has battled dark creatures and protected her home from errant magic, but an unexpected letter brings her scariest trial yet―attending a wedding in Calebrin.

Da’s younger sister has invited them for her ceremony, but Emma dreads the huge city, its strange people, uncomfortable fancy clothes, and worst of all: shoes. Her anxiety builds when Nan refuses to go, filling her head with worries about what could be wrong with her father’s side of the family.

On Emma’s first night in Calebrin, spectral crying wakes her. She creeps out of bed to discover a forlorn spirit wandering the halls, who seems to be trying to warn Emma of danger. Alas, Da’s prim and proper mother has a low opinion of druids, and an even lower opinion of Mama. His younger brother takes particular delight in tormenting Emma, and her efforts to assist the spirit only annoy him more.

She suspects something far darker than an arrogant uncle lurks in the giant manor house where her father grew up. No longer afraid, Emma tries to help the ghost—before she becomes one herself.

New from Jordan Elizabeth

CASTLE OF BLUE STONES

A New Young Adult Fantasy from Jordan Elizabeth

Volcanic ash has ruined the world and only remote outposts remain. At the castle in the mountains, covered by snow, everyone only sees shades of blue. 

Except for Jaisy. 

By day she explores farther down the mountain. By night, she’s plagued with dreams of a panther and ghosts calling her name.

When Jaisy’s job sends her into the dungeon, she discovers a hidden room filled with dangerous information. There are secrets within the damp, stone walls that those in control don’t want anyone to know. 

The leaders will kill to protect those secrets – even executing one of their own. 

Jaisy will not go quietly into the blue night, no matter how hard the leaders attempt to silence her.

Get your book today from Amazon for 99 cents!  getbook.at/CastleofBlueStones


Chapter 1

They tell me the world shouldn’t be blue, but that’s all I see.  Everything has a twinge of blue, from the mist that sometimes rises in the morning to the snow that never wants to leave.  The Guardians tell me the snow should be white, that which stretches everywhere across the mountains.  I know what it looks like, white, when I close my eyes, a stark absence of color, but I shouldn’t, for all I remember is blue in all different shades. 

            The cold dampness bites at my toes.  The extra two pairs of woolen socks, all I can fit into the old boots, aren’t working.  I glance over my shoulder, up the hills to the castle of dark blue stone – they say it’s such a dark grey it looks black – where the windows haunt my dreams.  That glass that reflects the sunlight screams at me to ignore the worn-out leather boots and the threat of frostbite on my cheeks, to keep trudging and never dare go back.

            Except, I will.  What lies beyond all the snow and rocks?  They tell me nothing, that I should be thankful to have survived the volcano that killed ninety-percent of the population with ash, which brought about what they call an ice age.  Out there, I will freeze and starve.  Death will claim me. 

            I tug off one of my wool mittens to study my fingers, still pliable enough that frostbite hasn’t begun.  I’ve gone what might be an extra half-mile from my last trek.  I mark each time I stop to go back by painting on a rock.  I choose a rock tall enough to protrude from the snow. 

            My breath puffs in front of my lips.  I’ve gone a mile, by my reckoning.  I always push myself for that one extra mile.  They’re used to it, back at the castle.  My boss won’t expect me back until morning when we file for breakfast, and judging by the sun lowering in the sky, I have a few hours before twilight. 

            I pull my glove back on and continue.  The snow drifted, so in most places, it reaches my shins, but sometimes it comes up to my knees, or my waist, but never deeper.  I’ve laced the ankle boots as tight as they go, with extra woolen legwarmers, to keep the snow from falling inside. 

            Someday, I will find what calls to me.  Whatever it is, it is mine.  It wants me there. 

            The wind tears through the leather coat.  I’ll need to sew extra material into the lining.  The dress underneath is thick, with a collar that buttons to my chin.  I won’t freeze.  The ice would be the winner then, not I. 

            “Jaisy…”

            I stiffen.  No one would follow me.  They don’t go outside except for the balconies, for fresh air when the sun is warm. 

            “Jaisy.” 

            The voices have begun again.  “Who are you?”  My own voice is higher-pitched, shrill, desperate.  It bounces off the boulders rising jagged; it rattles through the mountains into the cloudless sky. 

            The voices only reach me when I leave the castle, when I am far enough away that it is only a speck of blue. 

            Flakes of snow spiral into the image of a young woman.  Her hair is copper, with a tiara on her head, set with pearls.  A sheer veil drapes around her bare shoulders.  Her red dress is sleeveless, with a gold sash across the front. 

            She is not blue. 

            “Shayna…”  It is her voice, deeper than mine, which answers my question.  The flakes fall back to the ground, banishing her.  She’s appeared before, always leaving without more than a few words.  Last time, she swore she loved me.

            I sit in the snow and adjust my hat.  My heartbeat races, my palms itch as though a thousand spiders bit them. 

            A dream approaches.  “Take me.” 


            A woman shoved my arms into the sleeves of an oversized brown coat and jerked at the fastenings.  “You do not look back.  You keep going.” 

            “Grandma, Lana isn’t here.  They’re going to hurt her.”  My voice wobbled and tears blurred my vision.  I wiped the burn away on my sleeve as she fastened the final brass button.  “Grandma.”  She needed to listen – Lana had to be saved.  “Our lives are linked.  If she dies, I die.”  It was more than that.  Lana had become everything to me since I turned thirteen, two years ago. 

            “That’s not how it works.  If you die, she dies, but if she dies, another will take her place.”  My grandmother cried as I did, her blue eyes shining and the kohl around her lashes running.  Her brown coat was as hideous as mine, shapeless, a peasant man’s; I had to be short, so mine dragged along the marble floor. 

            Antorge bolted into the library and slammed the door shut.  “They’re here.” 

            “The spirits save us.”  My grandmother drew a heart over her chest to call on their good graces.  How could they help us when we were abandoning our pets to fight for us?  Lana, my panther, should be at my side, not snarling at the palace gate. 

            Antorge pulled me into his arms to lay his lips against mine.  “I love you, Jaisy.”  Gone were his regal clothes; in their place, he wore a baggy, woolen tunic and black slacks tucked into boots.  He could’ve been a servant rather than my betrothed. 

            My grandmother fiddled with the lever beneath the ship painting; the secret panel in the wall swung outward.  “Come, hurry.” 

            My heart thudded against my chest and I tightened my fingers around his.  “We’ll hide in the wall.”

            “We’ll keep going.”  My grandmother scowled as she vanished into the shadows of the passageway. 

            Antorge and I had played hide-and-seek in that dank area when we were children.  Father had told us it’d been used for refugees in the wars one-hundred years ago.  It would be used again for that.

            As I stepped inside, Antorge pulled me back around to press his lips to mine.  “I love you.”  He nudged me inside, one hand on the panel.

            “She said to hurry…”  A roaring started in my ears.  The candles around the library had grown too bright.  “You’re not coming.”

            Now he cried; so many tears amongst us.  “I’ll lead them away.  It’s you they want.”

            “They want all of us.”  Grandmother grabbed my sleeve from the darkness, jerking me back.  The panel closed, sealing a wall between Antoge and me.

            “He’ll be fine,” Grandmother whispered.  “He’ll find us if we don’t find him.” 

            The tunnel led us up and down.  The tears refused to stop and a sob choked my throat.  Our ancestors had done this before, they would pity us.  My brunette bangs fell over my eyes, long curls catching on my lips.  In the dark, my hair could have been sable. 

            The passage opened beneath the bridge in the city.  Snow fell in thick flakes from the sky.  It had never snowed so much; it had begun when the evil ones first entered the country. 

            “The temple will protect us,” my grandmother said.  She believed so heartedly in the ancestors.  We needed Lana and the other soul pets, not long-dead ghosts.

            The ice in the pond cracks and a hand jutted out, skinny enough to accentuate every bone.  Yellow fingernails, an inch long, curled around the fingertips.

            “What is that?”  I screamed. 

            I would waken in Antorge’s bed with sunlight painting us in colors from the stained-glass window.  We would giggle, he’d kiss me, and I’d tiptoe back to my bedroom, biting my knuckles to stifle my laughter. 

            This couldn’t be real.  A nightmare terrifying enough to send a child scurrying to its parent.

            The hand seized the dragging coat.  I reached for my grandmother, catching sight of her green eyes and silver hair, before frigid water closed over me.


            I open my eyes to realize I’ve fallen backwards.  It has begun to snow, flakes settling over me.  When I blink, I feel frozen tears. 

            I’ve had that dream before, and each time the loss of the young man stabs me so hard I want to scream. 

            “Grandmother?”  No answer besides the wind. 

            I walk to the nearest rock and pull the paint stick from my pocket.  They say the paint is red, but it appears murky blue.  I color in a square as large as my head and tuck the paint stick away, buttoning the pocket.  If I head back to the castle, I’ll stop crying.  The grandmother and Antorge will fade away, back into the daydream, and everyday activities will take over.  I won’t be lost to my own mind. 

            Antorge and my grandmother will never be real.  I’ve made them up, even though the dreams have color and I can feel them touch me. 

            They tell me I never had a grandmother, so she can’t be factual. 

            “You’re lucky to be alive,” the Guardians say.  The volcano killed my family when I was two years old.  I’ve lived at the castle ever since. 

About the Author

Jordan Elizabeth writes down her nightmares in order to live her dreams. When she’s not creating art or searching for lost history in the woods, she’s updating her blog. Jordan roams Central New York, but she loves to travel.

New Release | How Not to Summon Demons

I’m thrilled to announce the release of the sixth book in the Vampire Innocent series, How Not to Summon Demons!

As of this posting, Amazon is still in the process of processing the file. It should be available now, but depending on geographic region, there could be a small delay in it appearing.


Five months after becoming a Vampire, Sarah Wright’s unlife has gone back to relative normal—until demons start coming out of the woodwork.

Before graduating high school last June, she never imagined she’d wind up staying at home with her parents and siblings. Now, she savors every minute she has with them. Her friends juggle school and jobs, leaving precious little time to hang out with her mostly nocturnal schedule. A vampire’s hours aren’t exactly awesome for spending time with tween-age siblings either, but the family has adjusted to her undeath.

The other paranormal weirdness she seems to attract? Not so much.

When Halloween rolls around, Sarah’s all too happy to take her siblings trick-or-treating. But this year, the holiday has more than costumes and candy in store. On the night the veil between worlds is at its thinnest, a small army of demons spills forth to play havoc in Cottage Lake.

Harmless pranks soon take a malicious turn, forcing Sarah to scramble in search of where the creatures are coming from—hoping to stop them before someone ends up dead.