Friday, November 28, 2014

Our First Black Friday Sale!

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Black Friday sale!
Half Price off the Inkstained Succubus Productions Holiday Anthology: Candle in the Dark.

In almost all traditions, winter has been a time to huddle around the fire and be thankful for those the fire is shared with. The holidays grew out of a need to celebrate that time, from Christmas to Chanukah to Solstice. The longest night of the year has always held some special mystery, and we’re proud to present you with several stories of how those mysteries bear fruit.

Ebook $2.50, paperback $5, and a 10% off coupon for any December purchases.

http://www.inkstainedsuccubus.com/#!product/prd1/3265261121/candle-in-the-dark

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

News of various things

It's been an exciting week here on the Airship.

Your Captain is doing a bit of fancy talking at Lawrence Shoen's Blog, under the Eating Authors feature.

http://www.lawrencemschoen.com/plugs/eating-authors-angelia-sparrow/


And we just got word that our own BR Sanders is up for an award!

Resistance by B R Sanders has been nominated for a 2015 Golden Crown Literary Society award in the Science Fiction/Fantasy category.

Finalists will be announced in the last half of April, 2015 and the winners will be presented their awards at the 11th Annual Golden Crown Literary Society Conference on July 25, 2015.

It's in New Orleans, so we may consider it!

If you haven't read Resistance, what are you waiting for?
Elves, derring do, intrigue!

Info on the Golden Crown Literary Society and conference:
http://goldencrown.org/

Saturday, November 8, 2014

A Sexy First

This week’s theme is a sexy first. A sexy first could be anything: a sexy first kiss, a sexy first meeting, a sexy first spaceship ride with that sexy someone. You tell us what you want the sexy first to be. And no matter what your concept of a sexy first may be, we’d love to hear all about that wonderful moment.



Welcome to Emily's world, and her first touch with "The Graveyard Angel" in Hungry Hearts 

Emily opened the umbrella and sat beneath it for a few minutes, sipping her wine and building up the courage to do something profoundly ridiculous. At last, she stood on tiptoes and raised the umbrella over the angel's head, shielding him from the sun. Emily held her glass in the other hand and dipped her forefinger in before raising it to the angel's parted lips, slowly painting their crest and slope pink with wine.

Something shifted on that marble countenance, and a pale white tongue darted out to lap the wine away.


Emily fell backwards with a little cry, knocking the breath out of herself and spilling wine down her arm. She still gripped the umbrella tightly, but as she stared up, it was clear the angel wasn't moving. Of course it's not, it's a goddamn statue. She got up and brushed herself off, looking around to see if anyone had noticed.

The single mourner she'd spotted earlier was nowhere in sight. Either he had left already, or was avoiding her.

I'd avoid me too, if I were him. Drinking in graveyards and holding umbrellas over statues. Is it any wonder I'm still single?

When she squinted at the angel again, Emily felt a chill.

It had moved. It must have, because now a tiny slip of pale tongue was visible between its lips, as if it had been sculpted in the middle of a movement. Trapped.