“Unbridled” FREE on Kindle Unlimited

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Unbridled is now on Kindle Unlimited!

This is an official announcement that my debut novel Unbridled is now only on Amazon. I have taken it down from other channels because I wanted to take advantage of some of the marketing options that KDP Select offers. Plus, there has been no monetary benefit for me on other channels for the past four years since publication.

What this means:

  • Unbridled is now available for Kindle Unlimited subscribers for FREE. If you are a KU patron you can now read Unbridled for no extra charge.
  • I will be able to offer free days or other specials for Unbridled which I’ve been wanting to do.
  • An easier way to do a giveaway through Amazon.

If you have bout Unbridled previously on other channels not on Amazon, I do regret that I will not be re-uploading it to those services in the future. If you would still like a copy and get your money’s worth, please comment so I can get in contact with you and see if I can get a copy to you or let you know when I’ll be posting it free on Amazon outside of Kindle Unlimited.

Thanks!

H.K. Rowe

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Shroud of Soil – Flash Fiction Friday

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Sleeping woman by Phil (Flickr creative commons)

Title: Shroud of Soil

Author: HK Rowe

Characters: Lilith and Eve

Word Count: 300

Prompt: purple @danceharden Flash Fiction Friday {Black Collar Bugle} #bcb_fff

Warnings: slight necrophilia implications, character death

Links: Part of The Sinner and the Serpent.

Summary: Eve is hers at last.


She ran her fingers over the dry soil layered over Eve’s body.

Finally, the second wife was hers. She had waited for her. They had met in secret, but Eve could never stay with her. Eve was never going to be her wife.

Lilith could touch her now. She ran her fingers over Eve’s lips, opening the mouth, running her finger over tongue and teeth.

“You smell lovely as always, my dove,” she told her, and Lilith snuggled up to Eve’s side, inhaling the rich scent of dirt and decay.

Eve’s once pale, freckled skin was turning a violet hue from death. Lilith ran her fingers softly through Eve’s hair and felt unshed tears forming in her eyes. She snuggled Eve closer and sighed against her.

She didn’t care if they stayed frozen like this. Eve’s body would rot and Lilith’s curse would preserve her forever. Lilith loved her regardless. She would hold her until Eve was nothing but dust and bones.

Lilith kissed the purple skin and rested her head into the crook of Eve’s shoulder. Her hands caressed the body and she imagined her lover alive again, dancing and laughing with her under the full moon. She settled into the dirt holding her tightly, refusing to leave her as it became a resting place for them both. Lilith would wait, and when Eve’s body was truly gone she’d bury her in the beaches of the Red Sea so dust and bone could mix with sand, and Eve would always be under her feet.

Lilith choked back a sob. She cursed God. She hated Adam.

But she would always love Eve, and she would find her again. Each one of her, as her soul passed on from body to body. She’d find her. She’d love her.

Again and again.

The Sinner and the Serpent: Tales of Lilith and Eve

Just a quick update!

I know I’ve been absent from here for a long time again. I recently got a new job, and I’m getting used to a new routine with my daughter in daycare as well. I’m hoping to get back into writing soon. I plan on publishing “Mod Fury” within the next couple of months to Amazon Kindle Publishing.  I’m still drafting a few other stories as well. I am going to attempt Nanowrimo again this year. Let’s hope with better results. Things are much harder when you become a new parent!

In the meantime, I’m working on a collection of short stories that revolve around Lilith and Eve from Judeo-Christian mythology. I have uploaded all current stories on Wattpad FREE to read. I am working on more as well. They will be short stories, drabbles, flash fiction and poetry, whatever my muse wants! Please feel free to check it out. I also designed the cover as well.

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Link to The Sinner and the Serpent.

I’ll update again soon! Thanks for sticking with me.

Cheers,

H.K. Rowe

Back to Writing

I don’t want to jinx it, but it’s been almost a week since I had any severe morning sickness. YAY! I’m still really tired and take naps any chance I get, but at least I don’t feel sick all the time.

I’m getting back into writing. I still write a lot in my journal about my pregnancy, and I’m looking into a couple contests that are coming up. I’m going to ATTEMP Camp Nanowrimo again, so fingers crossed on that. There’s a challenge community at Livejournal that has some prompts that I’m hoping will jumpstart some original fires.

I’m hoping to post some snippets here.

Also, my short story “Mod Fury” about the Greek Furies in modern times seems to be growing into a series. I might release the #0 prequel origin story mid-April. That’s my goal anyway.

“Killer Orange” is still in edit-mode, when I want to look at it! Ha.

I’m trying to just roll with things. We’re still extremely busy with the house and making it ours. I hope everyone is have a good Spring so far. I can’t wait until it gets warm and STAYS warm in the Chicagoland area!

Cheers!

H.K. Rowe

The 777 Writer’s Challenge

I’ve been nominated by Aether House to participate in The 777 Writer’s Challenge. The rules? Go to the 7th page of my WIP, find the 7th sentence on that page, and then paste the following 7 sentences into my blog post. And then select 7 other writers for the challenge.

From Killer Orange, the fic I hopefully can finish this year!

Her gaze swept across the lawns of her neighbors, and she realized how much time had passed since she set out on this journey. The sun was already setting over the horizon behind the towering homes.

Her eye caught one of her new neighbors, briskly walking her two dachshunds down the sidewalk. Rebecca noticed her stiff back as she power-walked the two dogs skittering happily in front of her. The woman turned slightly to glance at her, and Rebecca tensed up, hoping she didn’t have to force a greeting. She felt instant relief when the woman quickly looked away, obviously bored and uninterested at her arrival.

She’d hoped that more of her neighbors were like this woman, and if they wanted nothing to do with her, then they would just leave Rebecca alone. 

For anyone who wants to do this, please take the challenge!

Cheers,

H.K. Rowe

Letting Go – Old Writing

The big packing and de-cluttering continues at my house as we prepare to get it ready for selling. I’ve gone through so many of my things, that I’ve gotten to that exhaustive point of not caring and throwing old stuff out.

When I began sifting through my old writing stuff, I admit I was nostalgic. Looking over the print outs with notes of my own as well as from some of those in writing groups – the good and the bad. I wondered if the stories were worth salvaging in their half finished forms. I wonder if I could go back to them. In my gut, I knew I can’t. I saved a few ideas, a few snippets of notes with ideas written on them, but as far as the stacks and stacks of old stories, I sent them to the recycling bin. I felt a small pang for them, but then I realized that I have to start fresh. I can’t hold onto old ideas or stories that I never felt the motivation to complete.

I even discarded the notes and critiques. What good are they for me now? Do I take them in the move and get something out of them later?

Or would I rather nurture new ideas, ideas that are fresh in my mind that I can actually do something with them?

The answer is of course obvious. After chiding myself for wasting so much paper on the print outs, I knew that if a story was going to last, I would have kept at it. I would have transferred the idea onto my Google Drive, a much more environmentally friendly repository for all my copious thoughts.

Sometimes you gotta let things go. I’m starting to learn that as I slowly de-clutter my life. I’ve grown out of those stories, and though I may have gained something out of them in their time, they are no use to me anymore. Sometimes characters and stories just have to die; especially, if your writing style and craft has grown so much more since then.

What do you think? Can you de-clutter your own past writings and move on from them? How much do you mourn them knowing other better stories and ideas will take their place?

Cheers,

H.K. Rowe