Monday, June 8, 2015

Queen Joanna

Need something to read?  My short story, Queen Joanna, is free on Kindle today!  Is "on Kindle" even a real phrase?  You know what I mean.

Thrust into a loveless marriage of state, Queen Joanna soon discovers her new palace is home to many dark secrets. And when a face in the mirror confronts her with a dire warning, she realizes her life is at risk. Has she awakened a curse—or been struck by madness? Queen Joanna presents a haunting twist on the legend of Bloody Mary. 

This short story originally appeared in the From the Indie Side anthology.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

The Moon has Risen!

Presenting book two in my epic fantasy series, MOON RISE!

Just because the battle was won does not mean the war is over. Aein, Lars, and Finn are sent back to the swamps to protect the one object which may save their pack. But in the recent turmoil, the border has been left unguarded and nightmarish creatures are slipping through. There is a reason why two people must always be there to hold the boundary, a lesson which Aein, Lars, and Finn are about to learn.

Book Two in the Twilight Shifters series.

If you read and enjoy Moon Rise, please consider leaving a review on your favorite retailer site!  It means more than you can imagine!

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Rocking Self-Publishing

I was so honored to be invited onto the Rocking Self-Publishing podcast.  For those of you new to the indie publishing community, this podcast is one of the best-of-the-best and an amazing resource chock full o' tips from some of the biggest authors in the industry.  If you'd like to hear about my bizarre journey to becoming a full-time writer and pick up some helpful hints along the way, click through for a listen!  Plus, Simon's voice is dreamy.

(Simon Whistler also has some fantastic books on indie publishing for free or next to free if you're so inclined)

Friday, May 8, 2015

“Moon Rise (Twilight Shifters #2)” Cover Reveal Blitz May 8, 2015

Moon Rise 
(Twilight Shifters #2) 
By Kate Danley


Just because the battle was won does not mean the war is over. Aein, Lars, and Finn are sent back to the swamps to protect the one object which may save their pack. But in the recent turmoil, the border has been left unguarded and nightmarish creatures are slipping through. There is a reason why two people must always be there to hold the boundary, a lesson which Aein, Lars, and Finn are about to learn.

Available for pre-order at 

Release Date: 
May 25, 2015


"Run," she whispered to Lars.  But it was too late.  A guard seized her by the arm and threw her to the ground, pressing his foot painfully into the back of her neck.  She rolled her eyes to the side and saw they had forced Lars to the ground, too, pinning his elbows behind him.  The remaining soldiers held their swords at the ready if they tried to break away.

Lord Arnkell was leaner, his shorn brown hair was longer, but otherwise he had not changed.  His square, chiseled jaw twitched as he looked at them with a mixture of contempt and amusement.  His soft, leather-soled shoes barely made a sound as he walked towards Aein.  He was always quiet before he struck.  He wrapped his massive, calloused hand in her hair, and yanked her to her knees.  He brought his face so close, she could smell the musky scent of his body, a scent she had found intoxicating when she worked as a kitchen wench.  Now it turned her stomach. 

He ran his finger across her cheek possessively.  "And how is my favorite little traitor?"  Aein tried to pull away, but he grabbed her face and brought her around until she was staring into his flat, brown eyes.  "Now, now.  Isn't this what you always wanted?  The undivided attention of your lord and master?"

About The Author

Kate Danley began her writing career as an indie author in 2010. Since then, she spent five weeks on the USA Today bestseller list, has been honored with various awards, including the Garcia Award for Best Fiction Book of the Year, and her Maggie MacKay series has been optioned for film and television development. Her plays have been produced in London, New York, Seattle, Baltimore, and Los Angeles. She has over 300+ film, television, and theatre credits to her name, and specializes in sketch, improv, and Shakespeare. She wrote sketch for a weekly show in Hollywood and has performed her original stand-up at various clubs in LA. She learned on-camera puppetry from Mr. Snuffleupagus and played the head of a 20- foot dinosaur on an NBC pilot. She lost on Hollywood Squares.

You can find Kate at



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Monday, May 4, 2015

Cover Reveal Coming - Moon Rise

Hey Dark of Twilight fans!  Stay tuned!  This Friday marks the official public cover reveal of Moon Rise, book two.  Want to help get word out about this series?  Sign up here!

Leading up to the event will be giveaways, sales, and assorted awesomeness.  Join the party!  Let me give you things!

Friday, May 1, 2015

Happy (Official) Release Day to Melissa Olson!

Help me welcome fellow 47North author Melissa Olson to my blog!  She's got a brand new book and it looks like it is going to be a humdinger!

Thank you so much to Kate Danley for being part of this multi-webpage blog blast. If you’ve already heard of me and my books, you can click on through to go straight to the contest entry. Otherwise, please let me introduce myself.

My name is Melissa F.Olson, and I mostly write urban fantasy novels, which are stories about the intersection of two worlds: the real one that we live in and a world that involves something supernatural: fairies, vampires, werewolves, mutant killer hedgehogs, or all of the above. My new novel Boundary Crossed is about a young woman, Lex, trying to protect her baby niece from bad guys who have discovered that the baby has serious value on the supernatural black market. Lex is determined to keep her safe, but unfortunately she dies at the end of the first chapter.

No, seriously. She dies. But then she gets better, because it turns out that there’s more to Lex than she ever knew. She needs to figure out why she’s still alive and what the bad guys want with her niece, and she’s going to need a lot of help to do it.

The book has been available all month as a Kindle First deal on Amazon, but it comes out in paperback and audiobook for the first time today. To celebrate this release, I’m giving away signed books, a $20 Amazon gift card, and some killer swag. (That’s a metaphor; the swag will not hurt you.) To enter, just click on this link.  Enter up to four times for the four prizes. Thanks for reading!

Melissa Olson was born and raised in Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, and studied film and literature at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. After graduation, and a brief stint bouncing around the Hollywood studio system, Melissa landed in Madison, WI, where she eventually acquired a master's degree from UW-Milwaukee, a husband, a mortgage, a teaching gig, two kids, and two comically oversized dogs, not at all in that order. She loves Madison, but still dreams of the food in LA. Literally. There are dreams. Learn more about Melissa, her work, and her dog at

Friday, April 24, 2015

London - March 11, 2015

I really and truly had not meant to go back to London this spring.  But the thing is, I was sitting on Expedia on Black Friday 2014 and they had this deal come up.  It was a vacation to London... three weeks for the price of one... and suddenly... how could you not?  

I bought the insurance, though, telling myself I would cancel.  

But then suddenly all of my favorite actors were doing shows during the time I was scheduled to be there:  Emma Thompson, Rufus SewellTamsin Greig, Stephen ManganMaxine PeakeOliver ChrisJuliette BinocheJames McAvoy, Mark Strong, Ralph Fiennes...  There has been this golden age of theater going on in the UK and sometimes you just have to show up for history.  So... I started buy theatre tickets.  And then I found out that I play that *I* had written was going to get a space at the Dramatists Guild in NYC as part of their Friday Night Footlights program a few days after I was schedule to come back.  And then suddenly the same play was going to get a reading in London.  And I thought, "Well, heck.  Let's do this."  So I did.

I started off with a trip from the west coast to the east coast and got myself a lovely little hotel room in Jamaica (NYC) next to the sewage plant to crash until my flight the next day.  I told myself it was a "writing sabbatical."  Nothing like being forced to work when your really can't leave your room.  But the next day dawned and made my way to the airport for my transatlantic flight. 

My dad has this theory that one direction of your flight is always just going to suck. I was pretty sure it wasn't going to be this one. I got upgraded to business class. 

(they even had a menu!)

I got to go into the fancy lounge where they served free cookies. I had a lie-down bed for my flight and attendants who brought me almond encrusted chicken and Black Forest cake. For the first time in my life, I got to Heathrow not looking like death-on-an-international-picnic. 

Aaaand then my shuttle was two hours late. 

And while I was waiting, I realized I left my phone in that schwanky business class lounge next to the complimentary chocolate covered pretzels in NYC. 

And suddenly you're in a foreign country with no phone and you kind of go, "Do I spend a couple hundred dollars to get another one for a couple weeks?"  And then you go... "No."

This trip turned into a 21st Century version of a spiritual retreat.  Twenty-one days without tweets or emails or burying my nose into a screen instead of looking around.  The only people I could talk to were actual people who were actually in the room with me.  I hear humanity used to live like this all the time.  And I gotta say, it was good.

I got to the hotel eventually after being picked up by this wacky shuttle driver who made the Night Bus in Harry Potter seem like Driving Miss Daisy and, oh... the hotel was so lovely.   I was right in Trafalgar Square steps from the Thames.  The lobby was caramel colored marble columns and three-story drapes.  London turned its face, suddenly realizing I had arrived, and smiled upon me like it always has to welcome me back. The polished and primped gal at the reception desk saw how long I was going to be there and said, "We can't put you in this room!" and on the spot upgraded me to digs on the top floor with a microwave and refrigerator, and a view of Saint Paul's and Big Ben out my window.  I was going to be living for three weeks on a rooftop in London!  Oh!  What a sight! 

I had a few minutes to wait while the room was getting ready, and stumbled across a John Singer Sargent exhibition, which was phenomenal. I've always loved his work and I've never seen so many of his paintings in one place. 

I returned to my hotel room and it was just a charming.  They thought of all these little luxuries.  Like, putting the temperature control next to the bed so you only have to roll over to adjust the heat.  And empty bottles and a chilled water station in the hall so you weren't constantly buying Dasani to carry around.  And a whole closet filled with toiletries and an invitation to help yourself.  Do you know how lovely it is to know you don't have to beg for an extra packet of coffee? 

I caught a little nap and then I ran over to the Donmar Warehouse for this sweet little acting workshop they were teaching in conjunction with Closer (which was sold out and I, literally as I sat in Jamaica the night before, was able to get a return ticket for the the following night.  Another way London is so fantastic - if life happens, you can return your theater tickets.  If they sell them, you get your money back.  No harm, no foul.  And what THAT means is that people actually return their tickets, so there is an actual chance of seeing a sold out show instead of theaters sitting empty because someone couldn't get a babysitter.) 

ANYWAYS!  I was expecting a more informational workshop on how they run rehearsals and Donmar projects. Instead, they gave us all scripts and told us just to play around. What?!  Play around?  In the Donmar's actual rehearsal hall?!

This was hallowed ground, my friends!  Tom Hiddleston tread these boards putting together Coriolanus.  Not to mention Rufus Sewell and Oliver Chris and Nancy Carroll in Closer (FYI - tickets to every single performance of Closer sold out seven hours after they were released.  Seriously, people.  I was trying to buy tickets.  Seven hours!  When does that ever happen in America except for a rock concert?!)  Donmar is the actor's version of Sun Studios.  Or at least my version of Sun Studios.  And the workshop was a hoot and I actually made people cry with my performance.  Do you know how long it has been since I have said words that made people cry?!  It had been three years.  I just looked at my acting resume.  Three years.  Ye gods it felt good...  Like a soul massage.  By the time the evening was done, I already made friends, as one always does in London.  Because London is magic.  

I couldn't go back to my hotel room.  Not on a night as gorgeous as that night in a city where a single gal can wander around all by herself at 10 o'clock at night and it is safe.  It is filled with smiling people and happy hearts.  So I just wandered around getting lost. Because wandering around a city alone surrounded by a sea of strangers is my favorite.  My favorite ever.