Frenzy ... Lots More Frenzy!

The Evolution is so close to being released. Let's keep the frenzy going with another pre-release special.

For ONE WEEK ONLY, get an eBook copy of The Nation (volume #3 in the series) for just ¢.99! 

http://www.smashwords.com/
Coupon Code: RJ62K
Valid now through March 27th. 
Happy reading! 

Kristin

Let's start THE EVOLUTION Pre-Release Frenzy, Shall We?

In lieu of the upcoming release of final installment of The Trait series, THE EVOLUTION, for one week only get the eBook version of THE PROMISE for just ¢.99! 
Go here: http://www.smashwords.com/
Then enter this coupon code: UX74K
Then read and enjoy!

Kristin

2013 = the year of

This will be released just a few short months. SO EXCITED! Now on to the next series this summer. So many good things are happening, I can hardly believe it sometimes. Happy 2013 to all!

Kristin

Be back shortly ...

I was just told that THE NATION is having some "downloading" problems. I've got my IT guy working on it so be patient and I'll let you know as soon as I can when it's back up and ready to be downloaded again.

Oops - I forgot to get back on and give the, "All's better now." Carry on. 

Thanks and Happy Monday!
Kristin

AVAILABLE NOW! Get it and read it before the final volume of the series, THE EVOLUTION is released.

Kristin

TRAIT THEME SONG

I recently received a very nice email and suggestion from a Trait fan from the east coast. She's a fan of epic novels turned movies--Twilight, Hunger Games, Harry Potter--and she's completely convinced that The Trait Series will be made into movies someday. A little part of her message:

     "When the TRAIT Series is made into movies, this should be the theme song!" 
 
 

I have fallen in love with this song. It feels like THE TRAIT to me. Thank you KP for the suggestion and the kind message!

Kristin

TEASER of THE EVOLUTION

The two women hadn’t said a thing. The older woman in the driver’s seat focused on centering her rig on the scale at the same time her scared young passenger worked to catch her breath. The driver handed her papers to a Canadian highway official and rolled up her window. She turned to talk to the passenger just in time to see a vehicle rapidly approaching through the window.

 “Is that friend or foe?” she said in a substantial Canadian accent.

Brynn peered out the window to her right. The vehicle in question bounced along the dirt road and Brynn caught a quick glimpse of the side of it. She knew it was the van she had been riding in just minutes earlier.

“Foe,” she said and she started to breath heavy again.

“Climb in the back. There’s a compartment underneath the bed where I store my dirty clothes. Roll into it, then pull the clothes in after you,” The woman said without turning to Brynn.

Brynn did what the woman said to do. Lying in the dark, stuffy compartment, she closed her eyes. The compartment smelled of musty cigarette smoke and stale beer, and she covered her face with her shirt and started to count to keep her mind from deteriorating into mush.

She had counted to 162 when she heard the loud banging on the truck door.

“What do you want?” the driver barked.

“We’re looking for my sister. She’s run away from our group,” the man’s voice said. Brynn thought it sounded like Andy and she pinched her eyes together as tightly as she could.

“I haven’t seen her.”

“Did you see a young girl wandering around? Please, ma’am, she suffers from mental illness.”

“Nope. I haven’t seen any women around her all night except for that window clerk,” the driver said, pointing at the woman working behind the large glass window inside the weigh station.

The man turned to look at the building. The same worker that had taken the papers from the driver rig briskly advanced the cab. “Sir, you can’t be out here on foot.”

“But my sister. We’re looking for my sister.”

“I don’t care if you’ve lost the Queen of Sheba. You’re not permitted to be on or near the scales on foot. Return to your vehicle immediately,” the worker said.

Brynn exhaled carefully, but to her ears, it sounded like a foghorn. Before the worker could escort him away from the truck, Andy climbed up and looked into the cab. Seeing nothing but an unmade bed, he glanced at the older woman before jumping to the ground and running to the van.

The truck pulled off the scales, and Brynn didn’t move until the heat from the vibration of the truck below her became unbearable. She climbed out from underneath the bed and slowly peered into the cab of the truck. The woman looked at her through the rear-view mirror and pointed at the passenger seat. Brynn climbed to the seat and fastened her seat belt before turning to the woman.

“Thank you for the ride, and for hiding me.”

“Was that the creep that’s been hurtin’ you?” the older woman asked. Sitting in a dirty sweater, frayed, fingerless gloves and a crooked beanie cap, the woman had to be in her early sixties. Brynn could see a small piece of gray hair sticking out from the cap as her eyes traveled down from the hair to her wrinkled, pale face.

“No, that was his friend. The creep was probably looking elsewhere.”

“Was he abusing you?”

“Yes,” she said. “My name is Brynn.”

“I’m Penner.” She glanced at Brynn before quickly refocusing on the road.