I wanted to share another chunk of my alt-universe urban fantasy WIP with you today (19,357 words and going strong), but I’m feeling just a teensy bit overwhelmed between writing new words and getting Endings and Empathy (Amplifier 6) off to the proofreader. Let alone all the regular admin, etc.
Oh! And Julie (producer) and Erin (narrator) just dropped the audiobooks for Dowser 1, 2, and 3 in my inbox! So, while those are going to take some serious time to ‘proofread’ (in the evenings), anyone who participated in the Kickstarter will be pleased to know they are almost ready!
Anyway, a friend of mine, Thomas, send me this old photo yesterday (like old, old) of Michael, me, and my darling friend Janine attending a salmon BBQ before taking in a play at Bard on the Beach (aka Vancouver’s Shakespeare in the Park).
First, ugh, we all look so insanely young. And second, yes, I’m eating. I’m always eating whenever someone randomly turns a camera on me. I suppose you’re all not that remotely surprised, but seriously?
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Photo by Thomas. From left to right: Michael, MCD, and Janine.
I could probably dig through my old photo albums and share a photo exactly like this one once a week and not run out for the rest of the year. My Dad especially specialized in these ‘perfect’ captures (like seriously, he deliberately stalked me during family gatherings to get shots of me eating)(a weird pastime)(that I won’t take the time to read any meaning into).
With two of the Five compromised, I had no choice but to go on the offensive. Hiding out — even if I was pretty much in plain sight these days — in the tiny corner of peace we’d carved for ourselves in the Pacific Northwest was no longer an option.
But the person or persons responsible for dragging me away from the life I’d fought to build, to protect? Well, they would regret every moment that I had to divert my attention toward them and away from what I truly wanted. They would regret forcing me to once again become the cold-hearted, sociopathic, genetically constructed magical abomination they’d bred and trained me to be.
The Collective was already done.
I’d destroyed them more than eight years ago.
But apparently, some of those who’d survived now needed a reminder of their demise.
When it was done, I would walk away with everything that was mine to have and to hold. And what I couldn’t outright destroy? I would absorb or claim for myself.
Because Emma Johnson was stronger than Amp5 had ever been.
I’ve been working on a new book/series/universe for a sum total of two days, and absolutely loving it. It might all come to nothing, but it will, at minimum, get my focus back on the creative and get me out of the slump I’ve been mired in for the last couple of weeks.
The raw, untitled excerpt below is unproofed, unedited, and offered up just for fun. My first present tense narrative, so it is undoubtfully a rough read in places, please be gentle with me.
Random shot of MCD’s backyard: the first crocuses of 2023. [A late bloom this year].
The girl at the counter is maybe fifteen. Tiny but long-limbed, her multicolored scraggly hair hides her face as she bows her head over a greasy plate of fries. But I’d seen her deep blue, almost violet eyes as she cast her gaze around the cafe upon entering. Her two companions, who couldn’t look more like stereotypical bikers if they tried — leather jackets, beards, and club patches and all — are easily three times her size. Their grip on her upper arms is beyond proprietary.
The violet eyes are as rare as the power the girl has simmering in her veins.
But it’s the glimpse of the raw skin on the girl’s wrists I catch when she pushes up the sleeves of her overly large, ratty sweater that disturbs me more than the eyes or the power I can feel all the way from the other side of the cafe.
I touch the amulet I wear under my own sweater. Unlike the girl’s hand-me-down, my sweater is a luxuriously soft, thin-knit black cashmere, intentionally oversized and tailored to be figure flattering. For spending the day in the car and the cooler weather, I paired it with merino wool-lined faux leather leggings and lace-up handmade black leather boots.
The girl’s legs are bare. And dirty. If she’s wearing shorts or a skirt, I can’t see either. She isn’t carrying a purse nor does she appear to have a phone. Though anyone else her age — magically inclined or not — is usually glued to at least one device at all times, even this deep into the so-called wilds of the Cascadian territories.
The cafe had gone silent when the trio had entered. And the murmur of conversation is slow to pick up in the aftermath of their bombastically noisy arrival. An older woman had hustled out from the back kitchen area, smiling broadly — wearing the expression like it was armor — and nudging the other, young, female server aside to take the bikers’ orders. She — the owner of the cafe, I assume — ignores the violet-eyed teenager.
Everyone ignores the girl wedged between the bikers perching on the stools at the front counter. Their huge thighs press against hers, caging her between them as they mow through their burgers.
The younger server, her curly blond hair streaked pink and pulled up in a bun, sets my Caesar salad in front of me, cocking her hip against the edge of my table, effectively blocking my gaze of the girl and the bikers. Deliberately?
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“Anything else?” she asks stiffly, her pad in hand and expression guarded.
I glance at the salad. It’s taken longer to make and serve than the burgers and fries the trio ordered. Served in a large bowl, the creamy dressing is so thick it’s difficult to discern the green of the lettuce. I should have known better than to order a salad in a roadside diner.
I open my mouth to ask for the bill. But then, my magic speaking for me, I say, “A chocolate milkshake and chicken strips … to go, please,” instead.
The server frowns.
Not completely aware of what I’m doing — born on an innate knowing, the certain to be stupid and utterly foolhardy plan unfolding with each choice I make in the moment — I reach into the side pocket of my bag, pulling out the fold of twenty dollars bills I’d shoved in the side pocket before leaving Seattle. The ‘Wilds’ aka the stretches of neutral, and not-so-neutral territory, between the major cities still prefer cash exchanges. Though the cafe is outfitted with a fairly sleek tablet set to the side of the cash register on the far end of the counter, near the front door. Peeling three green holographically stamped bills from my short stack, I set them on the edge of the table. “I’m actually in a bit of a hurry.”
The server’s gaze flicks over me, then across my table to take in the brand new top-of-the-line phone and the designer sunglasses set next to my elbow. Both items are ridiculously expensive, but though I could, now, rather suddenly, afford such things, I didn’t pay full price for them. I don’t pay full price for anything. Beyond the windows, the sky is gray, rain threatening. But I’d wear the sunglasses in the bright interior of the cafe if I could get away with it. My eyes are perpetually sensitive to light. And for those who know what they are looking at, they firmly mark me as other. In this small outpost, at least. The sensitive sight is one of the drawbacks of the type of power I wield as effortlessly as breathing. The other not-so-effortless castings and manipulations I can do, again a fairly new unlocking of my abilities, come with a far steeper price.
The server is still checking me out, or rather trying to figure me out, shifting her gaze to the large black leather bag on the bench seat beside me. It’s more understated but also worth more than the phone and sunglasses put together.
I add another twenty to the pile of bills on the edge of the table, though it is possible that doing so will make me even more memorable. My actions are being guided by that same flicker of knowing, and unless it comes with a miasma of death and destruction, I usually follow my own innate senses.
Hell, to be completely clear, if only to myself, I usually follow whichever way my magic leads, headlong into mayhem and heartache.
The server sniffs offishly then picks up the eighty dollars and tucks it into her bra in a practiced and minimal move. A tattoo rings her wrist. At first, it appears to be a string of daisies, like those necklaces that some kids make in movies and storybooks. A purely intentional choice, given that her name tag also reads, Daisy. But, hovering at the beginning of what is starting to feel like a major knowing, my unintentional focus reveals a shimmer of numbers hidden underneath, etched into the delicate skin of the underside of her wrist. The numbers are a slave tattoo. The shimmer only someone like me can detect is a twist of fate manacled around her wrist. It’s old and stretched, though she herself is in her early twenties at most, and she’ll wear it — her entire fate anchored in it — until she greets her death.
I look away quickly before she notices and understands what I’ve seen of her.
I shouldn’t have stopped for lunch, pulled so far off the highway. I should have driven straight through from Seattle to Portland and then cut out to the coast. Not because I’m vulnerable or memorable, but because I shouldn’t get involved.
The server tucks her pad in the pocket of her white apron, her gaze flicking to the window, to the parking lot. Two huge motorbikes — the massive noise makers the bikers pulled up on — occupy the spot directly across from the front door, but the server curls her upper lip at the 1972 Silver BMW 3.0 CSI parked in the very last spot adjacent to the windows, to the booth I’m currently occupying, instead.
“Nice ride,” she sneers, either pissed or jealous. Hard to tell.
“My uncle’s,” I say, only partly lying. Mostly because he’s dead, I never met him, and he’d been just a few more generations removed than ‘uncle’ implies.
She snorts, stepping away and crossing around the counter — instead of in front of it, which would put her in arms reach of the bikers — to input my new order on the tablet at the far corner of the counter, next to the cash register. She makes an obvious effort to gaze into the kitchen through the passthrough window, instead of looking ahead of herself while walking. Beyond simply ignoring the bikers and the girl, she’s actively trying to avoid drawing their attention.
I wonder how much market share the local biker club holds in the local slave trade. Then I shove the thought away. Not my business. Really, really not.
I, contrarily, instantly set my gaze on the violet-eyed teenager again, already knowing without actually formulating a plan, that I am about to do something really stupid. I am about to follow a prompt from the universe, snag a thread of fate and twist it to achieve an outcome that isn’t technically mine to direct. Likely more than one thread, and in hindsight, I’d already swayed onto this path rather thoughtlessly, from the moment I pulled off the highway and taken a fifteen-minute detour.
But at least I’d have a milkshake and chicken strips, right? Yeah, I just went with the random requests that occasionally filtered through me from the universe. Well, most of the time.
– Conduit 1, an Alternate Universe Urban Fantasy, first draft
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The Dowser Series turns ten! At 12:05 am on June 18, 2023 everyone who participated in the Kickstarter (all tiers) will receive a brand new Dowser series novelette, a new recipe, and an anniversary eCard. And, of course, knowing me, other ‘things of interest’ because I’m always ‘adding on.’ I will send the ingredients list for the new cupcake ahead of time (or you can bake one of the other Dowser cupcakes, or even your own cupcakes, or buy some cupcakes, etc). And on June 18 there will be at least one live event, plus a massive giveaway, etc, etc. If you missed the Kickstarter, I will make the Dowser 9.5 novelette available on all retailers sometime in 2024.
The first six Dowser seriesaudiobooks, narrated by Caitlin Dunn, will no longer be available (one a month, starting in January with Dowser 1). I’ve requested the rights back from my publisher and I am having all new Dowser series audiobooks recorded with narrator Erin Moon (who is from Vancouver! Fun! Fun!). See the schedule above for more info.
The Dowser series book covers are being ‘tweaked’ in anticipation of the upcoming tenth anniversary for Cupcakes, Trinkets, and Other Deadly Magic (Dowser 1). The current covers will only be available until the beginning of June. The trim size of the paperback will not change.
I’m working on a new series for 2023/2024. Well, two new series, one is a space opera (or maybe a sci-fi romance?) and one is an urban fantasy (not set in the Adept Universe. Well, not exactly).
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Freebies and Extras (including various downloads and character illustrations/bios).
Adept Universe Reading Order (including full printable list). This info can also be found in the front and back of every book.
So I’ve recently sunk (gleefully) elbow deep into the Why Choose (also known as Reverse Harem) genre/trope. The reason for my deep dive ‘research’ will become exceedingly clear later in the year (or perhaps in early 2024) when I (finally) release the second book in my upcoming Space Opera/Sci-Fi Romance series. But also, because I specifically discovered The Bonds that Tie series and really enjoyed it!
Since I’ve been really, really slacking in sharing my current reads, I thought I offer up this list of recent favs (and otherwise enjoyable reads) all at once!
These are all multiple partner (some polyamorous) reads and (in general) come with a list of trigger warnings. Please double-check those and read the sample pages before digging all the way in!
This is in no way a sponsored post, but to make it easier on myself, the links below lead to book one of the series on Amazon.com (simply replace the .com with .ca or .co.uk to find the book in your region) and are affiliate links. FYI, I reinvest any $$ I make into paperback (etc) giveaways.
The Bonds That Tie (Broken Bonds) by J Bree. This (complete) series totally sucks you in and keeps you guessing, full of sexy times (Why Choose?), magic, enemies to lovers, and traumatic histories. Great depth of character and interesting world-building.
I also enjoyed J Bree’s mafia-inspired, Hannaford Prep (complete) series (Just Drop Out) but I admittedly really tuned out the actual age of the characters and just went with my own interpretation:
Another read ‘outside my typical genre’ was the WITSEC (ongoing) series (Find Me) by Ashley N. Rostek (Instagram link). Trigger warnings abound! And holy cliffhangers (like ACTUAL cliffhangers). I’ve got the last book in the series preordered (August 2023).
So the ‘Twisted Sisters’, aka Caroline Peckham and Suzanne Valenti, are rather well-known for their bully romances, and Zodiac Academy specifically, (which I honestly tapped out of midway through book 6 because all the ongoing strife and despair was just personally too much for me) but I really enjoyed their (complete) Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac series (Dark Fae).
So Lola Rock has to be a pseudonym for another well-established writer, right? Because thePack Darling duology (complete) does not read like an indie debut in the least! This is a Why Choose (Omegaverse), rife with trigger warnings (!!), which I really, really enjoyed.
Lola and the Millionaires is book two in the Sweetverse Series by Kathryn Moon but technically it and part two can be read as a complete duology. I’ve already purchased book 1, and will likely gobble up the rest of the series. Another Omegaverse-type series, lots of trigger warnings (all listed on Kathryn’s site). Very enjoyable!
Dim sum at Sun Sui Wah was always a delight, but it turned into a fifteen-course extravaganza whenever I had a dragon seated beside me.
Specifically, a six-foot-four-inch, broad-shouldered, dark-blond, blue-green-eyed sentinel who had a serious thing for Chinese food.
Impromptu dim sum outings had become almost a weekly ritual for Warner and me over the previous year. We’d tried just about every restaurant in Vancouver, returning to our first choice after we’d decided it was the tastiest.
The linen-swathed table we were currently occupying in the middle of the restaurant was designed to accommodate groups of eight or more. The host never bothered to seat us at any of the smaller tables that ringed the large open room and were designated for parties of two. It hadn’t taken long for us to gain a reputation. It probably helped that Warner ordered in fluent Cantonese. The sentinel was relaxed and jovial when surrounded by good food and large crowds of people.
Even on a Thursday the restaurant was more than half full and noisy. The management had recently installed two massive TV screens, but none of their clientele appeared to pay attention to whatever sports game was playing at any given time.
Thankfully, brunch or lunch was an easy time for me to get away from work, and Sun Sui Wah was open seven days a week. Because even as stable and predictable as my schedule was, Warner had taken over patrolling the territories of Chi Wen, the far seer, working alongside Haoxin and Qiuniu, the guardians of North and South America. Apparently, it was commonplace for the younger dragons to do so — further training and whatnot — but I was suspicious that it might also be my father’s way of keeping Warner and me from getting too cozy. Either way it meant that the sentinel came and went without much warning.
His unpredictability didn’t bother me as much as I would have thought, though. Probably because it was obvious that he made an effort every single time he walked through the portal in the bakery basement.
Of course, it could also be that he had a knack for picking the perfect shade of green or blue whenever he manifested his clothing. Today, he was wearing a deliciously thin-knit kelly-green merino wool sweater that barely encompassed his shoulders and hugged his ribs and abs just enough to make it difficult to not continuously stare at him.
We’d actually set this rendezvous far enough in advance that I also had the option of making a bit of an effort with my appearance. I opted to wear a new long hoodie of gray cashmere over a dark pair of straight-leg Citizens of Humanity jeans, with a black tank top underneath my T-shirt for extra warmth. The jeans showed off my vintage Fluevogs — golden-brown Giulias with their stacked three-inch heel, from the Fluevog Operetta family. My Christmas presents from Gran — a charcoal silk and cashmere hand-knit triangle scarf, a matching set of wrist warmers, and a ribbed, slouchy hat — were all I needed to add to the outfit to make it outdoor ready. So far, the winter had been mild in Vancouver.
“I thought the wolf was coming back after Christmas?” Warner asked as he reached across the table, expertly picking up a prawn dumpling with his slick plastic chopsticks.
“I texted this morning,” I said. “Haven’t heard back.”
I hadn’t seen Kandy for more than a couple of days in a row since I’d left her in Portland. She’dbeen in Mississippi last July with the oracle, Rochelle, and her shifter boyfriend, Beau. Something had gone down there, but aside from grousing about how she’d ‘saved the oracle’s and the kitten’s asses’ she hadn’t given me any details. Though being close-mouthed was typical for the green-haired werewolf, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened in Mississippi that she didn’t want me to know … or that she was trying to figure out a way to tell me.
I just hoped like hell it wasn’t that she’d laid eyes on a sketch of one of Rochelle’s visions and it was freaking her out. You know, something like my death rendered in charcoal.
Still chewing the dumpling, Warner dipped half a shrimp-and-garlic spring roll in the Worcestershire-type sauce that came with the dish. He popped the crunchy roll into his mouth whole, then raised an eyebrow at me.
“Same with Kett,” I said.
Warner grunted. “The vampire is under house arrest.”
“Sorry?”
“You were worried about the vampire. He’s in London. His elder wasn’t too pleased to find me knocking on his door.”
I stared at Warner, mouth hanging open and everything. “You knocked on the door of the big bad of London because I was concerned?”
Warner shrugged. “It’s good to keep them a little shaken up.”
“How shaken?”
Warner grinned wickedly. “Well, he’s going to have to rebuild a tower that was probably seismically substandard anyway.”
“You … destroyed the big bad’s … castle?”
“Destroyed is such a harsh word.”
I started laughing.
“Damn vampire didn’t want to come with me. I had to formally request permission from the fire breather to enter her territory, then the cold bastard didn’t even want to be rescued.”
“Oh my God … you told Suanmi you were rescuing a vampire and she gave you permission?”
“I might have used the term ‘hunting,’ but yes.”
I attempted to stifle my laughter. I was already drawing attention from nearby tables, which was saying a lot in a huge room filled with large groups of boisterous families.
Warner grinned at me. His chopsticks were poised over the gai lan in garlic sauce.
I wiped tears from my face. “What does house arrest mean?”
Warner shrugged again. “Kett isn’t exactly verbose. But apparently, it’s voluntary … or self-imposed. He seemed pissed that he’d have to cover the cost of the repairs, then sneered at the gold I offered.”
“Kettil, the executioner and elder of the Conclave, is difficult to please.”
“I wasn’t trying to please him.” Warner topped up my tiny mug of jasmine green tea, then lifted his gaze to meet mine.
“Thank you,” I whispered. I’d come to adore the blue starburst that edged the green of his irises. Under the right circumstances, flecks of gold appeared in his eyes as well.
He pushed the final prawn-and-chive pan-fried dumpling — my favorite — across the table toward me, touching the back of my hand as he withdrew his arm. The neck of his sweater opened up just enough that I could see a hint of the dragon tattoo across his collarbone.
Yeah, I was doing that staring thing again. Instead of acting embarrassed, I kept eye contact and slowly curled my lips in a smile.
Warner laughed, low and husky and for my ears only. “Later. We have another stop first.”
“Oh?”
“We’re going somewhere else for dessert. It’s a surprise.”
“Well, apparently you just stormed a castle to rescue my vampire BFF who didn’t actually want to be rescued, so I’ll let you have your dessert secret. For now. But don’t push it, sixteenth century.”
Warner laughed, then raised his hand for the bill.
I finally tore my gaze away from him, dipping the prawn-and-chive dumpling in soy sauce. I’d never been so enamored with anyone before, and certainly not for well over a year. Usually, a couple of weeks were all it took to send me packing. My former boyfriends all had habits … deal breakers … and well, just weren’t … enough.
Some days, being around Warner was almost too much. Too consuming. Thankfully, he had his dragon duties, I had the bakery to distract me, and we met somewhere in the middle every few days.
Still, I wondered if there were just some people you couldn’t get out of your system. Not that I was interested in trying.
“I don’t have the authority,” she said, actually quivering. She didn’t seem to know where to look, flicking her fear-widened eyes between Christopher, Aiden, Daniel, and me.
“Asked and answered, Socks,” Christopher said mildly.
“Yeah, but you’re so pretty clairvoyant,” Becca cooed without looking up. “Emma gives off a more I’ll-rip-out-your-heart-and-eat-it vibe without even trying.”
Christopher snorted.
“That would be a highly ineffectual way to murder someone,” I said stiffly.
Everyone gathered laughed quietly.
Not including the healer.
Which was fine, because I really hadn’t been joking.
#QuickFAQByMCD: the preorder will be available just as soon as all the scheduling is confirmed (likely late March 2023). And yes, this is the final book in the Amplifier Series.
We rolled over $45k last night (!!), unlocking the fourth stretch goal, aka Dowser 3 in audio! YAY! To celebrate the fact that backers who have pledged tier 2 and up now get the first Dowser trilogy in audio for FREE, I made the other two trilogies, aka Dowser 4, 5, and 6, and Dowser 7, 8, and 9 available as Add-Ons.
Add on: Dowser 4, 5, and 6 and/or Dowser 7, 8, and 9 in audiobook format via the Kickstarter campaign.
What does that mean? You can now purchase (at a discount) Dowser 4, 5, and 6 and/or Dowser 7, 8, and 9 in audiobook format directly from me (via the Kickstarter campaign). YAY! See the main ‘story’ of the Kickstarter (or the Add-on itself) for more details and delivery dates, please.
Thank you to all my lovely readers who have helped make this Anniversary Celebration such a success!! You all rock! [I’m blessed to have you in my life][because you let me do SO MANY cool things!!]
Step 1: Manage Your Pledge: You will find the “manage your pledge” button on the project page you have already backed. Click it to open the pledge page. Scroll down and click the “change your pledge” button.
Step 2: Pledge Increase/Change: After selecting “change your pledge,” you will find the option to select add-on rewards.
Step 3: After selecting the Add-Ons you want, simply click ”confirm change” to save your pledge.
I had been planning to do these ‘detail’ posts earlier in the week, but the Tenth Aniversary Dowser Series Kickstarter has done so, so well (THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH) that all my extra sharing has been derailed by stretch goals and questions, etc. But, now that the ‘big ticket’ items have all been snatched up, the $10k between the stretch goals will likely take longer to reach, so I can take a breath and delight in everything I’ve already put together for the upcoming anniversary!
First, let’s start with the surprise (at least it was for me)! aka a brand new Dowser novella, narrated by Jade herself with Kett and Kandy tagging along for the ride! It was only after I came up with the idea of doing a Kickstarter to help me fund the new audiobooks, that the idea for this fun romp came to me. At first, I thought it was a short story (so under 7k), but then I outlined and I’m fairly certain it’s going to be a short novella (17k-40k). Though you never know what happens when the editor gets his hands on it. 😂
This novella (and all the extras I’ll list below) is only available via the Kickstarter campaign. It will be for sale on all retailers in mid2024. Dowser 9.5 will drop into backer’s inboxes on June 18, 2023, just in time to celebrate the actual tenth anniversary of Cupcakes, Trinkets, and Other Deadly Magic (Dowser 1). Watch for more details about activities that day coming closer to the date.
Dowser 9.5 book cover by Damonza.com
Tier one also includes a brand-new recipe (which Jade is actually baking in the story), an Anniversary eCard, and (to be confirmed) an invitation to an online group event (this is just in the planning stages). Remember to vote for your fav cupcake!
Tier 1/Dowser 9.5 FAQ:
Can I get/preorder Dowser 9.5 from my regular retailer? No. Not until mid2024. The novella is exclusive to the Kickstarter for a year. It also won’t include any of the extras once it goes up for sale, just FYI.
Can I get the new recipe any other way? No. It might eventually show up in the Adept Universe Cookbook, maybe mid2024.
Do I get the stretch goals if I pledge at the Tier 1 level? No.
Can I get an invite to the Dowser Anniversary party on June 18, 2023 any other way? Unlikely. Though again the details are still being sorted out for this event. Except, generally, the guest list needs to be limited in some fashion due to the technical aspects, so the easiest way is to limit it to backers only. I’m sure it will be recorded though.
I will, of course, do some other fun things on June 18, 2023. Maybe some ‘Lives’ on Facebook and Instagram, etc. Some giveaways, of course and always. The giveaways, however, will not include any of the exclusive Kickstarter content.
Bonus! All tiers automatically receive the tier 1 items. So if you want the limited-edition eBook, or paperback, or hardcover, you also get everything listed above. Tier 2 and up also automatically get the stretch goals – three of which have already been unlocked. Yes, that’s how a robust Kickstarter works (and it has already been so fun!). You pledge, say, $17 CDN, for the limited edition eBook, and (as of Fri, Jan 13) it now comes with extra art and two audiobooks! So that’s Tier 1 + Tier 2 + 2 Audiobooks (at $15/each) = a $54 value. #MathByMeghan
Thank you for your continuing support!Let me know if you have any questions!
The Tenth Anniversary Dowser Series Kickstarter campaign just rolled over $35k (YAY!!) and in doing so unlocked the third stretch goal aka the second free audiobook (for tiers 2 and up)! To celebrate I wanted to share the video (below) because I’m insanely excited that Erin is lending her voice and talent to the Dowser Series!
First a tiny bit of background. Just in case you didn’t know, I’m getting the Dowser Series audiobook rights back from my publisher over the first six months of 2023. So I need to rerecord those six and finally record the last three (which is part of the reason I’m doing the Kickstarter). I’ve been working with Julie at Whole Story Studio with the Amplifier and Archivist series. When I mentioned the massive project that is the nine dowser audiobooks to Julie, and my concern about finding the perfect narrator, she brought me Erin Moon.
And Erin is freaking perfect for Jade.
Erin is also freaking perfect for me (and us!!) because she drops the best treats in my inbox. For example, below is seven minutes of her recording the first page of Dowser 1 in her booth. Her process is incredibly focused and intense. And her Jade is playful and just … well, I’ll let you see (listen?) for yourself!
Sound on!
Bonus: Erin is sharing other bits of her process and narration over on her TikTok. And, as she just informed me in another tasty inbox tidbit, she is GOING LIVE on TikTok from 12noon-1 PST every day next week (Jan 16 – 20) as she narrates Treasures, Demons, and Other Black Magic (Dowser 3)!! Squee!!!
