As of today we have seen a few sales mostly friends and family. Thank you all for your love and support. I've been told that the book had been passed around to friends of friends as one would hope. I am looking into other means to promote my work that will not break the bank as well as becoming more involved in social networks.
We should have the release of my high fantasy novella "The Violet Eclipse: A Time In Shadow part 1" here soon. Currently, it's going through a second round of editing.
Additionally, Moore For Less Investigations has a theme song created by my pal Clifton Derrell https://soundcloud.com/madfazemusic/mad-noir Enjoy.
No much of a post this week. Here's rough sample from book 2 MFLI: The Machine
Chapter 1
Sleep.
Sleep is a wonderful thing, a thing many take for granted. I never
thought I would one day miss sleep, nor
did I think that day would
be this very day. It
was early one Saturday morning. Now when I say early, I mean to say I
was pleasantly sleeping, when I was awakened by the chime of my
portable scrying mirror going off.
I
grunted in disapproval opening
one eye to spy the clock on the wall. Two thirty-three it read. I
swore and rolled to my
left to reach it. I nearly
jumped out of my skin
with a sudden start as I bumped into Cristabella, once again sleeping
in my bed. I'd
told her dozens of times not to do that, not that she wasn't a
pleasant sight to be held. In her elven form, she was over six feet
tall, lean muscle with the skin the color of a light
copper. She was also a
four hundred year old werewolf.
I
reached over the naked she-wolf and grabbed my portable. The
hand-held scrying mirror whispered the name Jarrad Belgum. I turn the
nob on the mirror accepting the summons. After a moment Jarred's face
appeared on the silvered surface.
“Jarred,
I'd be lying if I said I was happy to see your face.” I grumbled.
“Aww..
did I interrupt your beauty sleep, pretty boy?” He said with a
wide half-orc smile.
“Well
inspector, what can I do for you this fine morning?”
“It's
more of what I’m doing for you. We got one of them bodies you asked
me to look out fer.”
I
swore again and ran my hand through my bed rough hair.
“Where?”
“Middle
city, alley just off of Highland Park.”
“OK,
I'll be right over.” I told him and closed the connection.
I
turned over to the bed and gave Cristabella a nudge. She rolled over
revealing her luscious bare form with a seductive smile on her face.
“You
have your own bed.” I said without speaking.
“I'm
a wolf, Marcus, we sleep better in groups.” Her words came clearly
to my mind bypassing her lips and my ears.
I
had discovered last year upon meeting Cristabella that others like
our kind could communicate this way and made it a point to practice.
Oh, that's right I am a werewolf as well.
“Funny,
I don't seem to see you sleeping in Tobias's bed.”
“Not
the right alpha, I'm afraid.” She thought with a smile and rose
from the comforts of my warm bed.
I
shook my head with a deep sigh. “We have to go, there is another
body.”
“That
is the fifth one this year” She spoke aloud with true concern in
her voice.
“I
know.” I said pulling on a shirt.
