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Eternal Bite – Buy it Now!!

October 22, 2020 By Kat Leave a Comment

Eternal Bite is on sale now. Isn’t the graphic below cool? 🙂

Okay so I’m not usually this pushy when it comes to buying my books – I know my stuff isn’t for everyone. However, I REALLY would like to make the USA Today Bestseller’s list, and to do that I need US sales between now and October 24th.

If you’re like me, you tend to procrastinate. A LOT. So you may not have purchased this wonderful box set yet.

With NINE full-length Vampire Romance Novels. For a single dollar.

You can’t even get a shitty gas station coffee for a dollar anymore. Or a pack of gum. Or a Coke.

But when you buy this book, you’ll get three hours of amazing book adventure time. At least that’s what my Kindle tells me on the time estimate.

And when you spend that single dollar, you’re not only making me super happy and grateful, but also eight other authors super happy and grateful. That’s a lot of good karma.

I promise my book, The Vampire Cure, will cost more than that when I launch it as a solo book in a month or two.

So if you’re even a little interested, please BUY IT NOW! With any luck and some help from the pink pixies in the sky, we’ll make the list and I won’t have to do this again (this is my second list-aiming box set).

Because it’s a lot of work. And a LOT of marketing. And so many Facebook posts. It’s making my little introverted brain ache.

Here’s the URL: https://www.amazon.com/Eternal-Bite-Limited-Collection-Vampire-ebook/dp/B087R7SZYS

Comment below if you get it, and I will send some happiness vibes your way. And anyone who knows me can tell you, my happiness vibes are totally awesome. 🙂

Thanks so much for being a reader and supporting a pushy author from Jersey. Oh, and let me know what you think of The Vampire Cure.

Apologies in advance to any Republicans I offend with my book. It was too easy not to exploit, I’m sorry. ><

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Eternal Bite Box Set

October 8, 2020 By Kat Leave a Comment

So I’m part of a new box set called Eternal Bite! It’s got 9 vampire books for only .99 cents, and it’s currently on preorder, with a launch date of October 20th. Just in time for Halloween. 🙂

Grab your copy here, available for preorder on Amazon and Apple: https://books2read.com/EternalBite

My contribution to this set is called, The Vampire Cure. It’s about a scientist who discovers that not only do vampires exist, but they may be the answer for a cure to a deadly virus.

Here’s the blurb for my book:

In the search for a cure to a viral pandemic, scientist Liz Meyer discovers something far more deadly…

Vampires exist.

And what’s even more amazing, they’re immune to the virus.

Liz is both horrified and intrigued. She knows that a blood sample could be the solution to a cure. And sexy vampire Ryan awakens a desire within her, something she’s never felt before. Too bad the rest of the coven want nothing more than to feast on her blood.

Can Liz get the blood she needs to study vampire immunity and find a cure? Or will it be her blood taken instead?

Here’s the cover for The Vampire Cure:

And here are some of the covers:

Oh, and there’s also an awesome party group to join for games and fun and prizes! Tell your friends – the more people join, the cooler the prizes become 🙂 Click the image to join the Facebook group.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/360411621819324

Thanks for supporting myself and all the other lovely authors in this box set. We’re trying to hit the USA Today list, so every sale counts.

Thanks and happy reading! PS Let me know what you think of the covers 🙂

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Mara: A Modified Origin Story is Live!

May 19, 2020 By Kat Leave a Comment

It’s been awhile since I’ve posted on this blog, so I figured I’d drop in and let you know what’s going on. I just hit publish on Mara, which has been a few months in the works. I was waiting on the artwork back from Josh, my new Modified cover artist. This one has a more fantasy feel to it, and so he designed the cover that way as well.

What do you think of the cover? I love it 🙂

Fun facts about Mara:

  1. Excelsia is a variation of Stan Lee’s Excelsior. I wrote this story around the time of his death, and I just couldn’t help myself.
  2. Dave is the name of a coworker I worked with in San Antone, at one of my side databasing jobs.
  3. Artemus is named after my father, Arthur
  4. I originally intended to write the character as a male, but from the first scene I wrote, I knew it was wrong and switched to a female. I love the way Mara fits into the Modified world, and all the trouble she causes for Kate.

Here’s the link to Amazon, it’s on sale for .99 cents and is also enrolled in Kindle Unlimited.

Check out Mara on Amazon

Mara is also one of the new characters featured in Modified: Unified Part 1. Haven’t read Modified? Start with the box set, it’s also in Kindle Unlimited and has all five original volumes of Modified:

Get Modified Box Set on Amazon

I’m working on Unified Part 2, and also a new series with vampires, of which book one will be featured in the Eternal Bite box set, coming out in October. I’ll do a separate blog post on that soon.

Thanks for reading, and let me know what you think of Mara!

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Excerpt from A Fated Exception

October 5, 2019 By Kat Leave a Comment

Don’t you love the cover? 🙂

I’m so stoked, release day is almost here!!! Only three more days left until Playing with Fire is available for purchase. We’re trying very hard to make the USA Today list with this box set, so absolutely every sale is critical.

Why is this box set the most exciting thing you’ll ever purchase for .99 cents? Well, in addition to eleven other talented authors’ stories, you’ll be getting A Fated Exception, Book One of the Enhanced series. If you purchase it now during the pre-order stage, you can get fourteen free reads while you’re waiting for release day. All the details are on our website:
https://playingwithfireboxedset.com/
Check out the Free Gift menu for instructions on how to get all the awesome free reads, including Spliced, an Enhanced series prequel.

Here are the links for purchasing Playing with Fire:
iBook: https://apple.co/2PgS1Og
B&N: http://bit.ly/2WK3IzB
Amazon: https://amzn.to/33aqTau
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=AQSQDwAAQBAJ
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/za/en/ebook/playing-with-fire-boxset

A Fated Exception features a technomage, an android, and a shapeshifter, and it was a ton of fun to write. I’m especially looking forward to writing the second book in the series! Here’s the blurb for it:

Cass is just a brilliant programmer to the outside world, a super geek paid millions to fix unfixable computers. What no one knows is she’s really a technomage – she has the ability to communicate with any program or machine through touch.

The world Cass lives in is one that fears her kind. She is one of a dwindling number of “enhanced,” people whose DNA was optimized at birth. Hunted by OCEI, an organization that will stop at nothing to eliminate the enhanced, Cass and other enhanced hide their abilities to survive. Relationships are forbidden—the chemical reaction of fluids exchanged with super-charged DNA can be deadly.

When Cass is called in to troubleshoot an unresponsive android, she makes an alarming discovery: humanity is on the verge of extinction. Her only clue is a sexy shapeshifter, Tyler, who sparks a desire within her she can’t control. No matter how much she tries to avoid him, she can’t deny the intense attraction she feels. But that attraction is dangerous, for both of them.

Can Cass discover the plan to wipe out humanity before it’s too late? And can she resist Tyler, or will her desire for him be her undoing?

Here’s an excerpt, the scene in which technomage Cass meets Victor, the android. Hope you enjoy it, and let me know what you think! 🙂

A Fated Exception Excerpt

The problem android was strangely sitting upright with his eyes closed on a long desk in the middle of what appeared to be a lab. A mirrored glass took up an entire wall behind him. The first thing that struck me about him was his how lifelike he appeared. The only clothing he wore was a pair of white cotton pants with a drawstring, so I could see his entire upper body. I was amazed by all the little details—from the thousands of tiny little hairs on his arms to the beauty mark on his shoulder, and even his toned muscles—he was indistinguishable from any other human male. Apart from the low technological hum I could sense with my power, I wouldn’t have known he was a machine. It appeared as if he was in some kind of stasis, or suspended mode.

To say I was fascinated would be a gross understatement. His skin was so realistic, his complexion a neutral kind of tan that would have made it impossible to speculate his ethnicity, had he’d been human. His hair was also a style and texture that could’ve belonged to any number of ethnic groups, or perhaps it was designed as a composite from several. It made him seem more universal somehow, friendlier and accessible. I was certain that was intentional, and I wondered what his purpose was.

“He was created here?” I asked Lisa. “What do the scientists who worked on him say?”

“They’re stumped. That’s why we called you. Even if it is a long shot, you’re our last hope.” She handed me a small binder with a cover sheet entitled, Victor. “This is the important stuff about this model.”

And with that simple statement, she left me to my own devices. That’s it? No real background of the problem, no explanation at all? It was a nice departure from what usually happened—drinking from the firehouse of an IT guy, being bombarded with a lot of useless information. But whether I’d liked it or not, I’d come to expect it, and this was feeling more and more like a setup.

To my surprise, I suddenly felt relaxed, which didn’t make sense given I was presented with a problem I didn’t know how to solve and was likely under surveillance to boot. The sensation was similar to the one I felt in the lobby, when…

I glanced around, but Tyler wasn’t there. Weird. I couldn’t shake the feeling I wasn’t alone, but I wrote it off to most likely being observed. By whom, I wasn’t sure, but there were too many odd things about this job to not be a little paranoid.

I cracked open the binder and read through its contents. It outlined the things I’d already asked about or Lisa had mentioned: his off button, where his batteries were stored, and a brief overview of his programming and functionality. I had a trickle of hope when I encountered a chapter called, How to Run a Diagnostic, but that fizzled out quick when I realized it required the android to be online.

For sanity’s sake (and because clients often lie) I went through the steps Lisa had said they’d already taken—to reboot the android. The low hum I felt remained unchanged.

Though I was apprehensive about using my power there, I had reached an impasse with the android. I covertly touched one of his hands.

“What’s your story, Victor?” I said aloud. “Are they overworking you here?”

I didn’t expect a response of any kind, I mean, I didn’t do anything. He was still in suspended mode, so it’s not like there was anything to interface with. But that low hum grew louder and more complex. I could sense his systems come online, as the POST occurred. His code base was a language called Dalia that I’d never heard of.

His eyes opened, but they were all white—no irises or pupils, only the sclera. Which was just a little totally terrifying.

Then light began to shine through his eyes, projecting an image on the wall in front of him. I turned around to see none other than Tyler in a video playing from his eyes.  The timestamp was two weeks into the future.

Tyler’s veins were bulged out and darkened, and his breaths were labored. “This isn’t just about eliminating enhanced, don’t you see that?” he said. “The strain has evolved. It’s killing regular humans now.”

“We can fix that. We’ll develop an antidote.” The voice was garbled, and I couldn’t see its speaker in the video.

“Before…it…kills you?” Tyler spoke in uneven gasps, appearing to be on the verge of death. The illness seemed to be spreading. It was as if some kind of black substance had taken hold of his circulatory system and was now coursing through him, sucking his life force away.

“If it wipes out enhanced, it was worth it.”

I watched as Tyler collapsed. Then the video skipped to a different scene. The timestamp was later, about two months into the future. This one was much quieter. The video panned the streets of New York City. Bodies strewn about silently decomposed.

“No survivors,” Victor said, his voice so close I guessed he was the one filming it. “They’re all gone. Everywhere.” He turned the camera towards himself. “You have to stop this. For the sake of humanity, don’t let them release that serum, it—”

And then the video cut out.

What the hell was that? Victor appeared to continue booting and his eyes became normal, complete with irises and pupils. They were a strange color—more of a brownish hue, with hints of green and blue. 

It was so real—the voices, the disease, the bodies. I doubt he could’ve fabricated something like that. But watching the future? That’s not possible.


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Spliced Excerpt

April 4, 2019 By Kat Leave a Comment

New Cover! 🙂

I just finished my origin novel to my Playing with Fire book, A Fated Exception. It’s called, Spliced (formerly called A Thief’s Secret), and it’s all about sexy shapeshifter Tyler, the male protagonist in A Fated Exception.

I’ll have to admit, it was a little strange writing from a male perspective, but Modified was primarily geared towards men, so I did have that going for me. It turned out a bit darker than I had intended. People have asked me before if I’m a plotter or a pantser, when it comes to how I write. I usually answer plotter, but I do allow a lot of leeway when I actually put pen to paper. I had a rough outline for this short book (about the size of a Modified volume), but as I was writing it, it took turns I didn’t expect. Those are always the most fun books to write for me, when the characters end up surprising me! I hope it all makes sense in the end.

I haven’t put this up for sale yet, as it will be included as part of a bonus giveaway for ordering the Playing with Fire box set. Our pre-sale will go up shortly, so I’ll post another blog with the links. After the box set goes live, I’ll likely price it at .99 cents in Kindle Unlimited going forward.

Here’s the first chapter, let me know what you think. 🙂

Spliced

By Kat Stiles

Chapter 1

There is an art to thievery. I prefer banks, mostly because of all the goodies in the vault. A single piece of jewelry, plucked from just the right safe deposit box of just the right heiress, could fund me for months. But scores like that don’t just happen. To pull it off without getting caught requires surveillance, attention to detail, and planning. Even with the power to shapeshift.

I was one of many “enhanced,” babies who were genetically modified in utero. It was a procedure my father invented, and I was one of the first successfully enhanced. Others with enough money followed, ultra-rich parents ensuring their offspring were better than perfect. My father had found a way to control genetic mutations, and beyond that, to enhance a single gene or set of genes involved in one functional area. In my case, he had isolated a specific gene involved in adaptation, or survival. It gave me a better immune system growing up—I can recall being sick only twice in my life. The enhancement wasn’t intended to create super powers, it was only supposed to sharpen normal cognitive functions or adaptive behaviors. The super human abilities were only discovered many years later, when the subjects reached adulthood.

Most people viewed the abilities of enhanced as more of a curse than a miracle. Many died, their bodies incapable of surviving the cellular metamorphosis that occurs when a power manifests itself. And that’s when it all came crashing down on my father. Once touted as a genius and the father of new evolution, he became a demon in the public eye. The lawsuits came, an avalanche of them. His company folded and debtors still wanted more. The only thing he managed to save was his Rolls-Royce, which he signed over to me before it all fell apart. I knew it was impractical to keep it. But I wanted a piece of who I was to survive.

I thought of my father often. Everyone assumed he was dead—they found his blood splattered all over his favorite chair in the den, but not his body. I swear it was like something out of an old horror film the day the mansion was stormed, complete with villagers and their pitchforks. They were out for blood, and they got it. The police investigation was a joke—half the country was a suspect. I gave up hope that he had somehow survived, but I found little ways to assist karma on his behalf. Taking from all these rich families who turned their backs on him, balancing the scales just a little, helped me breathe. It gave me a purpose, something so many of my wealthy former friends lacked.

My target: The Edward J. Donalds bank on Reynolds street. It was different from its sister branches strewn about the city in one aspect alone: it lacked a fancy high-tech vault security system. Its location of being within walking distance of the richest neighborhood in the city meant a lot of old money banked there. The bluebloods of the city, people my father was in business with, before he lost everything. You could smell the superiority when you walked in; the air had a subtle aroma of high-priced cologne and perfumes, like an olfactory notice that only the best bank here. The architecture within only reinforced this perception, with its tall ceilings and decorative touches—chandeliers that cost more than most people’s salaries and sconces with more details than you’d find in a sculpture. It was obscenely lavish, no doubt to cater to its high-end clientele.

If I had three pieces of information, I had a reasonable probability of success. The first thing was the person in charge, or who I had to shapeshift into. The second was an idea of whose safe deposit box I wanted to steal. When a single box wasn’t big enough of a score, I’d target a few more, but no more than five. I’ve been surprised by hidden cameras before, and it’s hard to talk your way out of emptying six deposit boxes, no matter what your title is in the bank. The third thing I needed to know was an exit strategy—exactly how I planned on leaving, as well as a contingency plan in the event someone started asking questions. I’m not horrible at thinking on my feet, but it was always more believable to come up with a plausible lie beforehand.

The branch manager with access to the vault was a woman in her forties named Margaret Jones, but her coworkers called her Peggy. From what I could observe, she assisted with vault requests throughout the day, so that part was just a matter of timing. As far as what to steal, there were three prizes I wanted: the heirloom necklace Lacey Vanderklein just inherited, a whopping 15 carats worth of flawless diamonds; the 5 carat diamond ring Simon Kensington recently returned to the vault, after his fiancé ran off with a plumber from the southside of the city; and a gold-plated bracelet with a heart charm, worn from years of use. If I could time it right, I could be in and out within the two-hour window around lunch—the busiest time when unusual behavior would be least likely to be noticed.

Shapeshifting itself wasn’t the hard part. Rearranging my cells, taking on the appearance of those I’d touched—that was just a matter of picturing the person and transforming. The tricky part was the mannerisms. Everyone has their own little ticks, be it rubbing foreheads, biting nails, or picking at scabs or zits. Of course, I had mine too, and that’s what got me in trouble most of the time. Without even thinking about it, I tend to massage the back of my neck when talking to people. That or rub the bridge of my nose, especially when dealing with someone particularly stupid. But the one that gave most people pause was, without a doubt, my tendency to fidget with pens. I flipped them through my fingers, disassembled the ones that came apart, even clicked them on and off, when I got really nervous.

If I could keep my cool and avoid pens, I would be unstoppable.

As a matter of course, I always dressed sharp. Even when doing surveillance, it made it easier to work unchallenged. It’s ridiculous how much you can get away with by just looking like you belong. Tailored suits from a time in my life when money wasn’t a concern, helped to pull off the façade. My closet also contained a choice of respectable but loose-fitting dresses; though I could change my molecules into any form, I couldn’t create clothing. I carried either a backpack or a large tote to store a different set of clothes in, depending on which sex I had shifted into, and how sophisticated my character was.  

Before I left my condo, I shifted into a gorgeous but refined brunette female I met earlier at the coffee shop. Beautiful women leaving my place only contributed to a perception of me as a playboy. In truth, it had been too long since I had the pleasure of female companionship. It was irresponsible and dangerous, for someone like me.

I chose a woman to pull off the heist because people trust women more than men, an inarguable truth. And pretty women? They could practically murder someone on the street and get away with it.    

The cop standing guard just inside the bank entrance smiled at me as I approached. I covertly brushed his arm as I greeted him, an older man likely on the verge of retirement. I tried not to screw with cops as a matter of principle if I could avoid it, but if it all went to hell, I could change my clothes and morph into him to get away. Contingency plan, check.

I took a deep breath and exhaled. The massive interior swallowed me whole, and I was nothing more than a beautiful adornment to the professionally designed décor. I willed my feet to keep moving. These were all merely people playing at life, just as I was, I reminded myself. Performing one small task after another, muddling through the day fueled by a coffeehouse recyclable cup tucked away in a corner obscured from customers’ view.

Peggy was with the tellers, behind a tall glass barrier that was supposed to keep them safe from people like me. I approached an open teller and was greeted with a friendly but mechanical smile.

“How can I help you?”

The teller was probably in his twenties, dressed in a moderately nice suit and tie. I returned the polite smile and cleared my throat.

“I would like to inquire about renting a safe deposit box.”

“Sure, I can help you with that.” He grabbed some forms and started rambling a set of instructions to fill them out.

“I have some…concerns. Can I speak to the person who handles these? I believe her name is Ms. Jones.”

“Absolutely, let me see if she’s available.” He slid me the forms and of course, a pen. “You can hold on to these in the meantime.” Another flat smile and then he left to find her.

I dismantled the fancy pen as they discussed me, her eyes taking me in from afar. She nodded and left the confines of tellerland to meet me. I abandoned the pen innards on the counter, pushing them off to the side so the teller wouldn’t see the disemboweled mess.

“Ms. Margaret Jones, nice to meet you,” She offered her hand, which I gratefully shook.

“Tara Smythe.”

“Come, we can discuss your concerns at my desk.” Her expression seemed honest, sincere. I frowned as we walked to her office. It shouldn’t have mattered, but I hated deceiving genuine people.

She closed the door behind us to her office: a large room with a fireplace, small conference table, and a monstrosity of a wooden desk, which I’d have expected to see a CEO seated at more than a branch manager.

The chairs positioned opposite it were riveted leather, cold and yet somehow comfortable. I took a seat as she settled into her tall, ergonomic desk chair. A computer monitor and keyboard were on the left side of the desk, and she appeared to be logging in.

“Is it about the security system?” she began, as she finished on the computer. “Because I can assure you, we have immediate—”

 I groaned, grabbing my abdomen.

“Ma’am, are you all right?” Alarm registered on her face, and her hand went to the receiver of her desk phone.

“Yes, I…” I closed my eyes, squinting. “Cramps, they’re so bad on the first day…” Something one of my girlfriends told me about her cycle. Hopefully, plausible enough.

“Should I call a doctor? An ambulance?”

I attempted to stand and faltered. She moved out from behind her desk to help me. Her proximity, with the door closed, was the opportunity I waited for.

“Forgive me,” I whispered, as I slid my arm beneath her throat. I shifted into a male body builder’s form and applied a sleeper hold to cut off her oxygen. She tried to scream but could only manage a high-pitched gasp. It wasn’t long before he body slumped, unconscious.

I dragged her limp body behind her desk, took her shape, and then did a quick change into her clothes, leaving her in her undergarments. I took the keys from her pocket and turned to her console. It didn’t take a computer genius to figure out the software, and in seconds I accessed the database behind the vault. I wrote the safe deposit box numbers for the items I wanted on my palm. A large manila envelope sat on the corner of the desk, the perfect container to store the jewelry. I snatched it, emptying the pages it contained on the desktop.

Everything was going so smoothly. For once in my life, I—

A soft knock sounded on the door, and a small waifish woman entered. “Peggy?”

I smiled the kind of scared, awkward smile that bounces onto your face when you’re caught doing something wrong but still have a glimmer of hope you can pull it off.

“Yes?” In my mind, I cursed my hand that now massaged the back of my neck.

“I’ve got some papers for you to review.”

I couldn’t tell whether the confused expression she wore was my cover blown, a headache or just her natural expression. Before she could walk any farther into the office, I scurried over to her.

“Of course, I’ll get to this as soon as I can.” I took the papers from her and ushered her out of the room. I turned the lock on the inside of the door and locked it shut behind us both.

“Is everything okay?” the waifish woman asked.

I exhaled, only then aware I’d been holding my breath. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude. I’m just busy…” I caught myself rubbing the bridge of my nose and had to force myself to stop. “Is there anything else you need?”

That seemed to placate her. “No, you look stressed out, is all. I can help you, if you—”

“Thank you, I’m fine,” I said, mustering up as much confidence as I could.

“Oh, you’ve got the TPS reports done? Already?” She reached for the envelope in my hands.

I backed away from her. “No! I…I’m not done with them yet.”

“Ooooookay. I’ll check back with you later.” She looked at me sideways, before walking off.

I bolted to the vault, fishing the keys out of my pocket. The lock on the gigantic metal door was a Charlton, world renown for being impossible to pick. The key itself was noticeably different from all the others on her keyring, having a microchip and unique teeth. I slipped it into the large metal door and opened the elaborate lock.

Unsure of how long the real Peggy would be out, I worked with unearthly speed.

Three boxes. The first two went without a hitch—I snatched the prized items I wanted and emptied the rest out of the boxes for good measure. Those elitist pricks wouldn’t even blink at the theft. There are plenty of other breathtaking pieces in France for them to acquire, and the insurance would more than cover their losses.

The last box I couldn’t open fast enough. I sifted through the papers, digging to no avail. The bracelet wasn’t in there. I sighed. It was stupid to think he would want to safeguard such an insignificant trinket. I thought maybe, since these were my father’s papers that it would’ve been included, stuffed in between the pages as haphazardly as they were taken. I had to face the fact that it was likely discarded. Still it wasn’t a total loss, the paperwork was useful.

I gathered the expensive jewelry and stowed the papers in the envelope. I was just about to leave, when I noticed the camera in the corner.

Shit. It wasn’t that I was worried about getting caught. I took Peggy’s form, after all, and I never even did surveillance in my own form. When it came to thievery, I was nothing if not careful. But I couldn’t bear the thought of that poor woman going to jail for my actions.

I turned away from the camera and shifted into someone else, a plain-looking man about the same size as Peggy, with no discernable features. When I was first learning to shift, I practiced in front of a mirror and could see glimpses of my real form as I changed. I got better at it, but it was a reasonable precaution to take. I faced the camera and gave a little smile and wave. Who says you can’t have fun while robbing a bank?

And then the door to the vault moved, opening slowly.

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