Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Elemental Light release date

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Book Review and Author Interview - Elizabetth Corrigan

        Raising Chaos Book Two in the Earthbound Angels Series!


For fans of Oracle of Philadelphia the second installment in the Earthbound Angels Series, Raising Chaos, is a wonderful follow-up. Elizabeth Corrigan has mastered juggling the multiple points of view that she writes from, something that isn't easy, but she makes look effortless. The best part about the three points of view in Raising Chaos is that one of them is Bedlam, a hilarious demon. His heart is in the right place, but his actions tend to complicate already complicated situations. As the Demon of Chaos all he can do is his chaotic best!

In book two Carrie/Khet moves to another town and starts working at a bar and unsurprisingly runs into those she has to help. Meanwhile, Bedlam discovers a plot against Khet, his only friend in the world, and goes on a quest to save her. The third point of view is Siren, not the most pleasant angel and not Bedlam, but still an interesting part of the story.

Raising Chaos is well written, with excellent world-building that allowed me to disappear into the story and not surface until I was finished (I refused to surface and stayed in my reading chair until I was finished). I'm very much looking forward to the third installment! If it's anything like the first two it'll be a wonderful way to spend an afternoon, evening, morning, whenever you readers all have chairs you refuse to leave until the story is done!


Author Interview:

1. Congratulations on your recent skyrocket into the top 200 on Amazon Sold in the Kindle Store For Oracle of Philadelphia! How exciting was it?
Thanks! It was super exciting! My publisher put an ad on Book Bub, a company that emails daily book recommendations. On the day of my ad, I set my alarm every 2 hours through the night so I could check on my progress and see when I peaked. I hit #143 at around 5 a.m.
2. What’s your favorite way to connect with fans of the Earthbound Angels Series? Is there anything they’ve said to you that you found particularly special?
I love to talk to fans via email, Facebook, or twitter. (You can get all my contact information at www.elizabethrcorrigan.com. There is an R in the middle of that.) I had a particularly gratifying experience recently when a reviewer pulled out her favorite quotes from the novel, and some of them were the same as my favorite quotes. And they weren’t just the funny ones either. They were the thoughtful ones that made thematic points. I also enjoy it when people ship my characters. So far I’ve had people match Carrie with Gabriel, Bedlam, Michael, and Lucifer. For a while there was also a very serious discussion about how hot Bedlam was, but I hope the Raising Chaos cove has settled that.
3. Whose your favorite character in the series to write?
I like writing Bedlam because he’s so easy. He says whatever comes into his head, so it all just rolls from my head to my fingers. Though I do then need to go back and edit it into a more acceptable form. I also like writing Siren because she’s so deliciously snarky. Plus, she thinks like I do, so there’s not too much transition necessary.
4. Do you pay any attention to other young adult series where main/favorite characters die-off? What would you say to someone, say me, who’s worried about that in your series?
In general, I like to read happy endings. Failing that, I like people’s deaths to be meaningful. I am one of those people who doesn’t watch Joss Whedon’s stuff anymore because I got tired of characters dying off unnecessarily, and I never finished the Harry Potter series for the same reason. But sometimes I’m okay with it. I love Tammy Blackwell’s Timber Wolves series even though a major character gets killed in the first book, and I often think L.J. Smith’s Vampire Diaries books (not the T.V. show!) should have ended when Elena died instead of going through all the rigmarole to bring her back.
As for my books… Well, I have to confess I don’t always write what I like to read. And I do have some readers who insist that the only appropriate ending for Earthbound Angels is for Carrie to die. I myself have not decided 100% what I am going to do (and if I had, I wouldn’t give you spoilers), but I hope whatever I do will be appropriate and true to the characters.
5. Where do you look for writing inspiration? Is it spring where you are yet and does that help inspire you?
I’m mostly an “inspiration from inside” kind of person. Which means that I think a lot about my stories, and it’s my desire to communicate them that makes me most want to write them. Though sometimes it helps to hear from people about how much they need the next book. It is turning to spring in Baltimore now, and I don’t know if I find it inspiring, but the sunlight and not-cold-and-snow definitely help motivate me to get out of bed. 
6. It’ll come as little surprise to you that everyone loves Bedlam. How do you make him so fun?
Bedlam is by far my most popular character, though I certainly didn’t plan for that when I wrote him. I think the key to Bedlam is that, while he is super fun and random on the surface, he also clearly has a lot going on underneath that. He has darkness and pain and genuine caring and emotions, and it makes his resoluteness to continue to be open and positive in spite of that inspiring.
7. How many books are in the series and when’s the next going to be released?
I originally intended for Oracle to be a stand-alone novel, but I’m no good at keeping my series short and to the point. In my head, it expanded to 3 books, then 6, then 7, and then even more ideas occurred to me. If I write all the stories I have so far come up with, there will be 12 books in the series. But I may decide to end the series at another, more appropriate point, or I may come up with even more plots. 
As for release… Well, I need to finish writing it. Then I have to see if my publisher wants to publish it, and if they do, I have an extensive editing process. So no promises on a date yet, but it is coming.
8. What’s next for you? Are you working on anything else exciting?
I’ve been working on a book in a new series, a fantasy detective story. I’m not sure if or when that will see the light of day, but it’s a lot of fun to work on. And, of course, there’s Earthbound Angels book 3. Gabriel needs his book! But don’t worry. There will be stuff in it for all you Bedlam fans too!

Congratulations, Elizabeth!



For the author:
                   Book/Tour Page on RAP: http://redadeptpublishing.com/raising-chaos/
                   Author page on RAP:  http://redadeptpublishing.com/elizabeth-corrigan/

And just in case this wasn't all enough to convince you to read Raising Chaos, here's an excerpt from the book!

Chapter 1
Bedlam
Monday, 12 a.m. GMT

I bopped my head in time with Billy Idol dancing with himself as the song pealed from the juke box. I’d picked the track in hopes that Khet would take the hint and dance with me, but it didn’t work. Before the song was half over, I got tired of waiting and bopped over to the counter, where she was poring over a triplicate form.
“Khet, put the money stuff away and come dance! You’ll still have trillions of dollars even after you subtract whatever you lost on this money pit this week.”
I didn’t mean to insult the diner. Well, I kind of did. The diner was a money pit, but still, I loved it. My attachment had no rational explanation. I mean, what I generously referred to as a restaurant was a lackluster eatery in a crappy part of a city—Philadelphia—that might once have been a pearl of American society, but now was more a flawed cubic zirconium of people obsessed with sports teams that had seen better days. Yellow foam stuck out from between the cracks in the teal vinyl benches, looking like some kind of bulbous mold, and the silver tables always had some kind of film on them. The air smelled of slightly rancid grease and too-strong coffee that had been sitting in the pot since Khet brewed it yesterday morning. And as for the food... Well, Khet had a habit of hiring cooks who’d never even seen a griddle before they started employment.
But the thing was, the diner was Khet’s. She had never owned anything like it, not in the three thousand years I’d known her, until a few decades ago. And if it belonged to her, it belonged to me too, because she had figured out a long time ago that life was easier if she let me do what I wanted. So this was more than a diner of hers and mine. It was our home.
I expected her to give me one of her usual responses about how she was “being the responsible one” and paying the bills so the gas didn’t get shut off, but she remained silent.
“Khet?” I waved my hand in front of her face. “Are you listening to me?”
Her brown eyes met mine, and I wondered if she could read anything in their demon- black depths. Not that she had to. She was the all-powerful Oracle who could read my mind. And also the inspiration for the Biblical myth of Cain, though in a bizarre way that led to her accidentally destroying a town rather than murdering a brother.
“I’m sorry, Bedlam,” she said. “Did you say something?”
I swiped the piece of paper out from under her pen and beheld what appeared to be a shopping list written in cuneiform. “What in Mephistopheles’s tomb is this?”
She tilted her head to the side. “Mephistopheles has a tomb?”
I waved my hand.
“Tombs, archives, sepulchers. Same difference.”
“I don’t think—”
“Not the point.” I sat down on the stool facing her. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” She smiled as she spoke. Someone who didn’t know her that well
might have bought it, but not me.
“Wait, so something’s wrong, and you won’t tell me what?”
That could be one of two things.
No, one of one thing. I’m the one that never wants to talk about a certain brown-haired

angel.
I had this epic love tragedy going with Keziel, the angel of balance. To make a long story not quite as long, Kezi created the world with some help from me and Jophiel, the angel of service, and when we were done, she granted us each any boon within her power. Since I had
fallen in love with her, the only thing I wanted was to stay with her forever, but Jophiel beat me to the punch. He made her promise to marry him and serve with him forever. And since angels can’t fall out of love, I was doomed to be unhappy without her forever. And she still owes me that boon.
But Kezi hadn’t been around. I could tell. I could always tell. Which meant Khet’s problem had to concern the angel of joy, Gabriel.
I liked Gabriel. Everyone did. He had some kind of magic angel power that made everyone adore him. Even Lilith never had a bad word to say about him, and she hated all men on principle. But for someone who got along with everyone, Gabriel could be extremely clueless about other people’s emotions. More oblivious than me, and I had once given Khet a dead puppy. Long story short, no inside joke can survive the giving of a long-deceased canine, and I probably should have known that beforehand.
Khet was in love with Gabriel and had been since she’d met him two thousand years ago. It made sense. She could peer inside people’s heads and uncover their deepest secrets and desires. And Gabriel saw the world as a place full of joy and life and people trying to do good things. He had sought out Khet because he had faced concrete evidence that the world did not adhere to his sunshiny ideals. So he spent two thousand years helping people in the worst situations he could find as if his own ideals could somehow diffuse through the population, like a celestial air freshener.
Then Keziel lured him back under Michael’s thumb by telling Gabriel that Heaven needed his help to restore the balance of the universe. And Khet surprised me by seeming okay about it, but humans are bizarre about love. Angels had romance easy. We met someone, fell in love, and got stuck that way. The connection didn’t change or get replaced by loving someone
else. Other emotions could be added to it, like deep and abiding resentment and a constant desire to rip the beating heart out of her chest. But the love remained too.
But humans fell in and out of love all the time. They could love more than one person at the same time. So Khet seemed to get over Gabriel quickly, but if she had taken a year or ten years or a hundred years to get over it, it would have seemed fast. This whole time she might have pretended to be over it, and she had entered some new phase in the human getting-over- love process. Maybe it went tears, denial, weird silence, and then... Well, I don’t know what would come next.
Regardless, taciturnity and distractedness and cuneiform were not signs of a good phase for a number of reasons, not the least of which was having to explain to the people who supplied the diner with truckloads of food why the orders could only be processed by someone with fluency in a long dead script.
I placed the paper down. “Khet, I know there’s something wrong. You have that little up- and-down line between your eyebrows. And it’s been at least three days since you made me go on a historic tour of some brick building whose architectural style was unimpressive when it was built and remains so.”
“Bedlam, you know you don’t have to go with me if you don’t want to.” Anyone else would have snapped those words at me, but not Khet. She saw my decision to accompany her on lackluster adventures as something she needed to atone for.
I gave an exaggerated sigh. “That’s not what I meant. As you may or may not recall, I am perfectly capable of acting on my feelings when necessary. I was wondering what caused the change in activity.” I looked more closely at the paper I had set down. “Also, I don’t think that your suppliers are going to bring you three whole goats and a hundred barley cakes.”
Because someone’s going to have to eat the barley cakes, and you know it’s going to be you.
Please, dear God, anything but that.
I sometimes wondered if everyone else had conversations in their head. I thought about asking Khet, but I didn’t want to add her answer to the mounting evidence against my sanity.
Khet frowned and squinted at the symbols on the form. “You’re probably right.” She slid the paper over to herself and crossed out the last three lines. “Do you think barley paste would go over better with the clientele?”
Ha! The mere existence of barley paste is a nuclear attack on the human taste bud. Even I think so, and I’ll eat anything.
Oh, no. She’s trying to distract you with humor. You promised you weren’t going to let her do that anymore.
The scars on her face—and probably the rest of her—from her encounter with the Beast a couple of months ago had finally faded, thanks to some rapid healing, but for most of the last several weeks they had served as a reminder to both of us that for all her immortality, Khet could still be harmed and could not always be counted on to take care of herself. Case in point: Last time I left her to herself, she ran off to Hell to sell her soul to the archdemon Azrael, demon of love and lust. Lucifer had forbidden Azrael from collecting on that deal, but Khet still bore the demon mark on her hand.
I shaped my features into what I hoped was a stern look. “Attempts to distract me will not work. I am going to stand here and play irritating music until you tell me what’s wrong.”
Ooh! What was that song you played all the time when you were supporting Ohio State? Ha! She still grinds her teeth every time she hears “Hang On Sloopy.”
But that didn’t mean she was going to tell me. “There isn’t anything wrong.”
I raised my hand, making a show of considering which of her least favorite songs I would select to assail our ears. (FYI, I would have picked “The Safety Dance.” For some reason beyond me, she hated it.)
She shook her head. “Fine. It’s nothing big. I’m thinking it might be time for a change of scenery.”
I brightened. Only Khet could make something as exciting as a vacation seem dreary as barley. “Ooh, where do you want to go? I support anywhere with beaches. Or ski slopes. Or earthquakes.” I clapped my hands. “Or it’s college football season soon! We could go on tour!”
Her black brows creased over her brown eyes. “Bedlam, if you think I am going to set foot again anywhere near Columbus, OH, with you in any year that begins with a two, you are sadly mistaken.”
I expected her to discuss her location preferences, but instead the silence lasted so long that I felt lost.
My mind leapt to my biggest insecurity. “Do you... do you not want me to come with you?”
“Bedlam, have I ever not wanted you to come with me anywhere? Other than to the bathroom, and we’ve discussed that.” The slight irritation in her voice assured me more than anything else that she wasn’t trying to get rid of me.
And she was right, of course. She’d never sought my absence, not once in thirty-two hundred years, but I figured she would in time.
“Then what is it?” I hoped I sounded less whiny to her ears than it did in my head. “I can’t see why you would be upset about a trip. Unless you were, like, going on a trip to some
theme park that made you pretend you were in a Puritanical society where they, like, whip you for wearing color or showing your ankles or thinking about anything that’s not the Bible. Because I probably wouldn’t be okay with that. You know how places like that always accuse you of being a witch, and you get put in the stocks for looking at Goody Threadwell’s cow and curdling its milk. But I’m pretty sure that a place like that doesn’t exist, because if it did, no one would make any money off it because no one wants to be punished on their vacation. Well, some people, but we won’t discuss that. Plus, there probably would have been an article in the paper, though I guess I could have missed it since it’s not as if I read the Inquirer every day—”
“Bedlam!” Khet interrupted my train of thought—which, now that I thought about it, might have been kind of ranty. “I have no intention of taking a trip to Puritan Land, if and should such a place ever exist. And if I did win tickets for two, I certainly would not expect you to come with me.”
I bounced on my toes as the juke box changed songs, and Madonna began singing “Into the Groove.” “Then what are you upset about? Come dance, and we can talk about where you want to go.”
She put down her pencil, and I took that as surrender. “I told you, I’m not upset.” She twirled around the counter and grabbed my tanned hand in her dusky one. “But I will dance if that is the only way to convince you.”
Khet and I were the most awesome of dancers. We’d been practicing for about forty times the average human lifespan, and we’d had the same partner since the concept of dance partners. I kept telling Khet she had to find some way to become famous so that we could go on that celebrity dancing show. She said that it would be a bit extreme to go through all the hassle of
being famous to win a competition. And she would know; she’d been famous. The best I’d ever been was infamous—had a mental institution named after me, that sort of thing.
After an hour of spinning her around the diner, I’d convinced myself that I had overreacted to the cuneiform. She was smiling as she collapsed breathlessly into one of the cracked foam benches and declared that she needed to stop and fill out the order form if we expected to eat anything next week. As a demon I didn’t need to eat, but now that humans could make a variety of non-barley foodstuffs, cooking was fun. You could come up with infinite combinations of flavors that could complement each other in all different ways. Plus, if I stayed in human form for more than a few hours, I got hungry.
While Khet pulled out a new order form and began to fill it out, I went up the stairs to engage in another unnecessary-to-me human habit. Sleeping was even more fun than eating. An unconscious brain could “dream up” with the most random situations, and even I, who was no slouch when it came to the absurd, could only sit back and admire.
In the middle of a particularly fascinating dream that involved the optimal way to cook a kiwi bird (frying had my vote, though I couldn’t deny the advantage of barbecuing), Khet woke me up to tell me that I was hogging the bed and muttering about “kiwi on the barbie.”
I shifted to make space for her, and mumbled something about her needing to get a California King, but I didn’t mean it. Khet and I didn’t have a romantic or sexual relationship. She wasn’t Keziel, and I was incapable of thinking of anyone else in those terms. But despite my involuntary faithfulness, and my penchant for annoying everyone I met, I hated to be alone. And in those few uncertain moments when I first woke up, I liked to have someone close to me. I wasn’t sure why Khet indulged me in this, but even when we had lived in larger quarters, she never made me stay in my own room.
She climbed into the bed next to me. “Love you,” she whispered to me as she did every night, never seeming to mind that I couldn’t respond in kind.

  1. I wrapped my arm around her head and drifted back to sleep. 

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Spiral of Silver's Available!

Check it out :-)

http://www.amazon.com/Spiral-Silver-Series-Book-ebook/dp/B00JC9HZ1M/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1396488299&sr=8-2&keywords=maddy+edwards+spiral

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Spiral's Free on Amazon!!

Spiral of Silver will be released soon! To celebrate, Spiral is free on Amazon through Friday only! Check it out :-)


http://www.amazon.com/Spiral-Series-Maddy-Edwards-ebook/dp/B008Q2LFJO/ref=sr_1_cc_1?s=aps&ie=UTF8&qid=1395711063&sr=1-1-catcorr&keywords=maddy+edwards+spiral

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Elemental Earth

Hi there! I decided to make Elemental Earth only 0.99 cents now through Sunday! Yay!  http://www.amazon.com/Elemental-Earth-Paranormal-Public-Edwards-ebook/dp/B00G1905WW/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1393543379&sr=8-1&keywords=elemental+earth

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Upcoming publications:



First, I wanted to say thank you for all the positive messages about Elemental Darkness! I'm delighted by the response! It's wonderful! 

Second, I've been getting a lot of questions about a release date (yay!) for the last book in the series (sad). I have a name, but I'm not quite ready to reveal it. Also, there's still the possibility of a spinoff with Lisabelle, but Charlotte's own tale will conclude in the next installment. With this last book I want to have a couple more people look it over than I usually do before I publish, which will add some time to the publication date.

It's also probably going to be a bit long in order to tie everything up. I toyed with the idea of releasing it in two installments, but the series is already longer than planned and I don't really think that's fair to my readers, so one installment it is! Anyway, it's coming not before April 1st! Like I said, it's longer and more people have to look it over and I have to give them time to do that and to incorporate their edits. I want this to be the best book it can be and a satisfying conclusion to the series! AKA the bad darkness has to get their comeuppance in as thorough a way as possible . . . hopefully.

Next, I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm working on a sequel to Spiral and unless something changes that will be my next release! Yay! I know it's been a long time coming, but I'm super excited!

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Elemental Darkness is Available!

http://www.amazon.com/Elemental-Darkness-Paranormal-Public-Series-ebook/dp/B00H8BIT9I/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&qid=1386731372&sr=8-6&keywords=Elemental+darkness