The Soldier is Live!

Right now, I’m in Sharpsburg Maryland on the battlefield where Ben Myers and Dustin Keith first met. Their fates have crossed and the book is released! This has really been a labor of love and I’m reaping the fruits of that labor right now as I walk the ground where over 22,000 fell over a century and a half ago. It’s surreal and you’ll get to read/watch my recap of the trip sometime next week.

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The-Soldier-fullAmerica – 1862
The nation has been torn apart by a war of secession, but not all southerners are alike and fight for their own causes. That’s what Dustin Keith, a werewolf recently liberated from his mentor’s guardianship, saw in Ben Myers, a Georgia farm boy serving in the Confederate Army. Only in the army so he could escape north and then find a way abroad, Dustin never expected to take part in the single bloodiest day in American history. At Antietam, Ben is fatally wounded and Dustin sees that the only way to save this good soul is to turn him into what he is – a werewolf.
With a wife and infant son at home, Ben wants nothing more than to see the end of this terrible war and go home to his own state. But now, freshly turned into a supernatural creature with unbelievable abilities, the long journey home from Virginia has become that much more difficult. If the enemy army, a strict mentor, and sheer distance wasn’t enough, there’s something off about Ben’s condition that will make it nearly impossible for him to enter society ever again.

 

 

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In The West Woods…

Releasing September 17th, 2018, here’s a snippet from Chapter 2 of The Soldier

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Chapter 2

September 17th, 1862
West Woods Behind Dunker Church

March. March. March. Just keep marchin’.
Ben focused all his energy into taking one step after another, following the man in front of him with his rifle propped against his shoulder. All around, the thunder of canons, the faraway shouts of troops, and the general stomach-turning fact that he was about to join the fight, made him want to turn tail and run.
But he couldn’t allow himself to think. He took Brigadier General George Anderson’s advice and stayed all hands and all feet. Alert and yet numb to the battle and the dizzying thoughts of what they were getting themselves into. He couldn’t think about the shredded bodies of his old pals. He couldn’t think of Thomas Brittain who was shot at Manassas just a few weeks ago. Nor could he recall Henry Hester’s death mask when he lay dying from his wounds after the battle at Malvern Hill in July. And he couldn’t replay the last conversation he had with Jack Wilson back in June at Garnett’s Farm where he died at the hospital.
He briskly shook his head and began muttering to himself, “March. March. March.”
He, along with the rest of Anderson’s Brigade had been guarding Boonsboro Pike with the other regiments that made up D.R Jones’ Division. But that’s not where the fighting was. Farther north toward the cornfield he had seen when they arrived, the battle having commenced early that morning. The ground, wet from last night’s rain and the sky still overcast to give the day a gray and somber feel, it was proving to be a miserable dawn that would no doubt turn into a bloody day.
Lee – whom they teasingly called Granny Lee for his snow-white beard and grandfatherly deportment toward his troops – made a habit of riding up and down the field of battle, assessing every situation carefully and coolly. Rarely raising his voice in anger toward the privates and giving clear instruction to his subordinate officers, Ben knew he would never serve under a better general. He was the picture of military strength and leadership. Under Lee, they couldn’t possibly lose.
And that’s why when he ordered Anderson’s Brigade north to fight back an encroaching band of Union soldiers who were ready to take a good piece of strategic ground, Ben didn’t quake in his boots as some of the other men did.
Already the victor of several battles, Ben had the good fortune of never sustaining a wound. He had been shot, but never in a place that mattered. Twice through his cartridge box, and once through the sleeve of his jacket. Each one narrowly missed its intended mark and each time, Ben thanked the good Lord above that the angels were looking out for him, even in the midst of so much death and carnage.
Anderson’s Brigade had been ordered to join ranks with McClaw and Walker’s divisions, so Ben and the seventh Georgia infantry made their way toward a patch of woods. To their right, he could hear the roar of canons and feel the earth tremble beneath his bare feet with each deafening volley. Farther ahead and to the left, came the hurried orders from officers and a procession line of wounded men being carried to safe ground.
The few glimpses of their beaten and battered bodies emboldened Ben. If Lee thought them capable of plugging this hole in his line, then he would do so and stop any advancing Yankee. Pride for his state, his country, and the cause for southern independence galvanized his courage.
Ben trudged through the thicket – rather loudly due to the constant crackle of parched leaves and fallen branches beneath their feet – and could see the white brick of the church building they had passed the previous day. Empty of all its congregation and riddled with holes from artillery fire and rifle shot, it remained standing on the edge of the battlefield. He heard some other soldier say it belonged to some pacifist Germans. How ironic. Continue reading

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Mister, Here’s Your Mule!

I love all the quirky things I learned about the Civil War. Here’s one of them!
The life of a soldier in either army (North or South) was fairly dull between battles. For amusement, they would play games and pranks on one another – all in good fun. One of them was the classic “Mister, here’s your mule!” trick. Peddlers came into camps, looking to sell their wares to the soldiers who were paid (on average) $11 a month. They sometimes brought mules into camp with them. One of the privates would steal the mule or it would naturally go missing, which drove the peddler to go around and ask where his mule had run off to. Then, one soldier would cry out from across the campground “Mister, here’s your mule!” When the peddler would find the mule was still missing, another soldier on the other side of camp would cry out the same. This would inevitably send the peddler on a wild goose chase to find the mule while the soldiers got a good laugh out of it. It later developed into a kind of running joke amongst the army and was later put into a song or two!

This, along with other neat historical tid-bits can be found in my newest release, The Soldier, releasing on the 156th anniversary of the Battle at Antietam. Get your copy preordered today and it’ll be delivered right to your reading device!

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Sneak Peek into The Convicts

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Chapter 1

March 30th, New Orleans 1815

The odors and sounds of the city met Bart even before they rounded the final bend in the river. The creaking of merchant ships, and the shouting of men on the docks as they loaded and unloaded fresh cargo were distinctly heard from his place at the bow. Now that the British blockade had been lifted, the peace treaty ratified in Congress, commerce and trade could continue.
Bart was fortunate enough to miss the battle just down river a couple of months prior, along with nearly all of the martial law limitations that Andrew Jackson had enforced over the citizens. Though the trip to Natchitoches was far from convenient, he was able to bypass a rather messy altercation. Now, he returned with one less reformed loup-garou and with more questions as to how his own enterprises had faired during his absence.
Bleached sails came into view, their masts swaying with the wind as they navigated down the muddy Mississippi. Ships from all nations were anchored at the docks or easing their way out of the harbor. Bart held fast to the line as he leaned over the railing to catch a glimpse of the port. Not part of the Americas for even a decade, New Orleans was steadily becoming a booming hub, just as the politicians had predicted. Situated upon the mighty river that snaked north along the borders of her neighboring states, it was the ideal place for all incoming and outgoing trade to help fuel westward expansion.
But Bart had never been interested in the efforts of the French, Spanish, or the Americans that owned this land over the last century. This place wasn’t only ideal for trade, but for a certain mission of his that few knew about, but nearly all had speculated. The unique terrain became his ally when hiding his activities along the edges of the cypress swamps to the south of the river.
For now, he had a few men to see and some affairs to settle with the customs house. Then he could return to the place that had been his home for almost a hundred years.
He felt an uncanny wash of relief at the sight of the port city. It was emitted by his inner wolf, but not necessarily shared by him. Bart was one of the few loups-garous he knew that enjoyed sailing, whether it be across the ocean or down a river that concealed deadly sandbars. His wolf, however, did not agree and as soon as his boots made contact with the dock after walking down the gangplank, he was overcome by a silly urge to kiss the stable ground.
Of course, he refrained and carried himself like the gentlemen his reputation demanded of him. Anyone might have seen him as a man just past his prime with touches of silver that streaked through his hair and beard. No one would have ever suspected that he was older than this very city and the country they now called home.
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Hurrah for The Soldier!

About a week and a half from now, this little gem is going LIVE! Releasing on the 156th anniversary of the Battle at Antietam in Sharpsburg, Maryland! I’ll be ON THE BATTLEFIELD on the day of the release!!!! I’m so stoked! That’s how much I LOVE this book, this series, and these characters.

I’m am a southern girl at heart. I like my sweet tea and I say “y’all” probably more than I should in professional conversation. But nothing could have prepared me for writing this story. I delved so deep into the history of the Civil War that it’s in my blood now. I loved every minute of it, but my research also taught me some hard truths regarding what the war was and wasn’t about. I learned about the opinions of both sides, Yankee and Confederate. I learned what it was like for the civilians, the soldiers, and the generals. So many movies and novels try to breathe life into this era and they do a fair job, but I think unless we have personally lived it there’s no way to grasp its full meaning and reality.

I endeavored to do this, but there was so much I couldn’t include while still sticking to the main plotline. This is the beginning of Ben’s long and heartwrenching story within the Legacy Series and it’s my fond hope that you will read and enjoy this tale of a true revel soldier.

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Releasing September 17th, 2018!

The-Soldier-fullAmerica – 1862
The nation has been torn apart by a war of secession, but not all southerners are alike and fight for their own causes. That’s what Dustin Keith, a werewolf recently liberated from his mentor’s guardianship, saw in Ben Myers, a Georgia farm boy serving in the Confederate Army. Only in the army so he could escape north and then find a way abroad, Dustin never expected to take part in the single bloodiest day in American history. At Antietam, Ben is fatally wounded and Dustin sees that the only way to save this good soul is to turn him into what he is – a werewolf.
With a wife and infant son at home, Ben wants nothing more than to see the end of this terrible war and go home to his own state. But now, freshly turned into a supernatural creature with unbelievable abilities, the long journey home from Virginia has become that much more difficult. If the enemy army, a strict mentor, and sheer distance wasn’t enough, there’s something off about Ben’s condition that will make it nearly impossible for him to enter society ever again.

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Rougarous are here!

In their first debut in the Legacy Series, the rougarous are coming from the Louisiana swamps. Up to this point in the series, they haven’t really been given a name, but for those who know my Loup-Garou Series, we know them to make up Gregory and Erik’s pack in Crestucky. But in The Convicts, we get a glimpse of the kind how these more vicious and deadly variety of loups-garous operate.

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The-Convict-fullNew Orleans – 1815
Bart Croxen never thought he would see his son again, especially not in Louisiana. Andrew Jackson has finally lifted marshal law over the port city after the Battle of New Orleans and everyone is eager to praise and honor the valiant war heroes who defended them against the invading British. Creoles, Acadians, Irish, Germans, Spanish, and plenty of French citizens welcome Baratarian pirates like James and Robert into their social circles, but they are more interested in reuniting with their estranged relative. They come to find out that Bart has made a reputation for himself as a tamer of rougarous, werewolves like himself who had developed a taste for human flesh. On his plantation of sharecroppers – mostly former slaves that Bart has freed himself – he rehabilitates deranged werewolves in secret.
James has arrived just in time to see his father in action, though he still has some reserves about how the plantation and virtual prison is being operated. Although everyone assures him that Bart is generous and selfless to a fault, he is still not convinced. After an escape attempt by a particularly stubborn and dangerous rougarou, some start to think he may be onto something.

 

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New Orleans has its own breed of werewolves…

I’m so excited to share this new release of the next novella in the Legacy Series. The Convicts was a blast to research and write, especially since I was born in Louisiana. And though I don’t have REAL Cajun blood in me, I adore the unique culture and feel of the state. Much of my love for its history and unique mythology bled through to this continuation of Bart and James Croxen. If you love werewolves, New Orleans, Jean Lafitte, and rougarous, you’re gonna wanna make sure this novella is delivered directly to your kindle on it’s release! Going live on 8-27, I present The Convicts.

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The-Convict-fullNew Orleans – 1815
Bart Croxen never thought he would see his son again, especially not in Louisiana. Andrew Jackson has finally lifted marshal law over the port city after the Battle of New Orleans and everyone is eager to praise and honor the valiant war heroes who defended them against the invading British. Creoles, Acadians, Irish, Germans, Spanish, and plenty of French citizens welcome Baratarian pirates like James and Robert into their social circles, but they are more interested in reuniting with their estranged relative. They come to find out that Bart has made a reputation for himself as a tamer of rougarous, werewolves like himself who had developed a taste for human flesh. On his plantation of sharecroppers – mostly former slaves that Bart has freed himself – he rehabilitates deranged werewolves in secret.
James has arrived just in time to see his father in action, though he still has some reserves about how the plantation and virtual prison is being operated. Although everyone assures him that Bart is generous and selfless to a fault, he is still not convinced. After an escape attempt by a particularly stubborn and dangerous rougarou, some start to think he may be onto something.

 

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What’s been going on…

So, for those who faithfully follow my blog, you might have noticed that I haven’t posted in a while… Like, almost two months. A lot has been going on, which has restricted me from pouring myself into extra activities like blog updates. So, I’ll do my best to sum up how things are going.

20160503_193017Along with preparing for visiting family (who have since left), our immediately family has been reeling from the loss of a beloved pet. Tammi, our eldest dog, passed away rather suddenly toward the end of June. Through health complications that we aren’t quite certain of, her decline came quickly. She could barely move, refused to eat or drink (which was very unusual) and the docs said there was some sort of infection in her blood, along with possible nerve damage. Three days of worry and panic ended with a call from the vet saying she had passed away in the night before they could really do any other tests or attempts to save her. She was old, so it wasn’t all that surprising, but it was a blow to our household. Tammi might have been one of the more annoying of our two pups, but she was something of a quiet reminder to take things slow and always remember mealtimes. We miss her dearly and though I would have been content to let Sharla (our youngest) become a single-dog, my husband had other ideas.

38805749_10216638256049496_7306550676933312512_nAbout a week ago, we brought home Evie, a one-year-old Australian Cattle Dog mix. Submissive and quiet in the shelter, she came alive with Sharla in our home. There was some dominance issues, of course, but she’s been a joy to have. Rowdy and active, it’s been hard to find quiet time for me to write. Taken from the same shelter we adopt all of our dogs from, we suspect that Evie might have been an owner-surrender or possibly from a small puppy mill since she was brought with her brother around the same time. He was adopted quickly because of his high energy, but Evie was overlooked for some reason. So far, we know that she loves to play and can figure out the treat puzzle toys pretty quickly as long as she can stay focused on them. She’s still a puppy at heart.

CaptureAs for writing, I’ve been neck-deep in Civil War research. That’s right! I’m working on Ben Myers’ story. It’s a doozy, filled with immense detail into the life of a Civil War soldier and civilian. I’ve always been interested with this era of American history, but since I’ve had to dig in deeper with this research, I’m realizing this could turn into a passion of mine. I like to call myself an amateur historian at times, given how in-depth I can get with these Legacy novellas, and it’s inspired me to make plans for more historical fiction novels. Nothing I can do right now, but it’s certainly something to consider for the future.

Image result for road tripThe release of The Convicts, novella #9 of the Legacy Series, will be released very soon. However, I will move heaven and earth to complete The Solder (novella #10) and have it released on September 17th, the 156th anniversary of the battle of Antietam. That same day, I’ll be in Sharpsburg and on the battlefield. Yep! This Florida girl is going to Maryland! I’ll be taking an entire week of vacation to visit places like Jamestown, Richmond, Sharpsburg, Gettysburg, and Chattanooga, stopping in the exact same places my characters walked in the story. Yes, I may have lost my mind, but I’m going to have a blast. One thing to look for once I return that week, is a video of my travels! I’ll be taking short video clips of each place and each marker I visit. I’ll post it here on my blog with pictures and details about the trip that I might have missed in the video. Needless to say, I’m stoked!

So, as you can read, life’s been a little topsy turvy lately and it’s just now slowing down to the point where I can write and relax.

Stay tuned for another blog post regarding book release updates! I’ve got two to share with you!

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Things are about to get interesting…

Here’s a sneak peek into my newest release, The Scholars (Book 8 of the Legacy Series)

Chapter 1

The Matilda, September 29th, 1791
Port Jackson, New South Wales

In the pitch darkness, Geoffrey gripped the chains of his shackles, feeling the iron links bite into his palms. The ship continued to creak and moan against the winds that tossed them about at the head of the bay. Above him, he heard the excited voices of the sailors and military men, accompanied by their hurried footsteps pounding against the planks.
They had finally arrived at Port Jackson and would see Sydney Cove by morning. He, Adam, and over two-hundred convicts were to be dropped off with the rest of the cargo brought over from England. Beside Geoffrey, his son was in no better condition. Fidgety and agitated by their confinement, he wrung the same chains that bound them together, although he had advised against it so many times.
Starvation, filth, and stenches no werewolf should ever have to endure had marked this seemingly unending voyage. In actuality, their imprisonment had lasted for only five months – four of which were spent aboard this ship. And the last three and a half were bearable, considering that they had a soldier onboard who was privileged to know of their unique condition.
That soldier, God rest his soul, had been committed to the deep just two weeks prior. Two weeks too soon.
“Don’t break them,” Geoffrey once more cautioned to his son in a hushed whisper that wouldn’t awake the other convicts sleeping in heaps and rows across the hold. Although many probably wouldn’t notice if they broke free of their bonds, they couldn’t afford to make a scene. Not yet.
Adam dropped the chains that connected his feet with a startling racket. A few older men grumbled and cursed him, but the younger werewolf didn’t return their vile insults. Geoffrey shot him a reprimanding look, his golden eyes blazing. His son matched his glare.
Hunger and the pressing need to shift had set them both on edge. Geoffrey could sense that it was his son’s time to change. Though Adam had shown great fortitude in times past, he was still young as werewolves went, and could not resist the shift all night. There wasn’t a werewolf alive who could deny the beast that dwelled within them.
The soldier, the only officer to die thus far on the voyage, had an uncle residing in Portsmouth who was also a werewolf. He understood that Geoffrey and Adam were given to the change once a month and would put on a convincing show of taking one or both of them away to the deepest part of the ship to receive a punishment for some fictitious crime. There, they stayed all night convalescing from a whipping. At least, that’s what the other convicts and officers on the ship were made to believe.
If only that man were still alive. If only Geoffrey, lost in a fog of delirium and silent rage brought on by an empty stomach and restless wolf, could come up with a plan for escape. If only they were at Sydney Cove already so they could put their feet on some solid ground.
Just the thought of dry land made his muscles tense and joints ache, the need to shift pressing forward again without his consent. Clearing his mind once more, he let go of his own chains and took a deep breath. He was made to suffer the fetid odors of piss, excrement, sickness, and death for four months and it was finally at an end.
But what awaited them in the budding settlement? Continue reading

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Paranormal Forensics – The Scented Bones Cover Reveal

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The Scented Bones: The Svabodina Case Files (The Svabodina Case Files Book 1)
Genre: Paranormal/ Crime Thriller
Expected Publication Date: September 28, 2018
Angel Svabodina is a rookie forensic anthropologist, enjoying the beginning of her new career. That joy comes crashing down when she figures out the skeleton she’s working on is not human and then it vanishes.
She throws herself fully into the case without thinking about the parties involved, a psychopomp associate, and paranormal mafia families made up of vampires and werewolves—or the consequences.

When she sees there’s no avoiding the inevitable, Angel has to suck it up and work with the werewolves to solve the case but can she trust them?

Werewolves and witches are in a centuries-old feud, but that doesn’t stop the shivers running down her spine from one wolf in particular. What’s more, nothing comes for free, including information. To get what she needs from the werewolf don, Angel has to meet with the fae queen. Can she meet her without repercussions and solve the case?

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About the Author

ANGELINA KERNER is a self-published author of paranormal and lighthearted romance. She’s the wife of a photographer/physicist, and the mother of a cute little toddler, but she’s also been a dancer, a psychologist, an anthropologist, a geographer, a dreamer, and an adventurer. She does her best writing while being bothered by her cats, taking care of her son, in dressing rooms while waiting for family to try on clothing, and at home in sunny California. Angelina loves to play goddess-dragon matchmaker, transporting readers to a place where young goddesses have lovable flaws, the Fates plan to dethrone, the universe is endless and untamed, and dragons roam free! She also loves to write carefree romance where one can finish reading with a smile.
Visit her website at http://www.kernerangelina.live

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