#variables of sky

[mareebrittenford]

Book Crates are shipping out!

Book crates for my second novel Variables of Sky are shipping today!

Each box is full of cool goodies, and of course a signed copy of my book.

Book crates make a great gift. They can be purchased by subscription via Patreon, or as one offs, by messaging me directly.

I'm happy to customize the contents as well!

[mareebrittenford]

Book Crate!

Is anyone interested in a book crate that ships out 4 times a year, with contents curated and often created by the author herself?

Hey people. I want to let everyone know I make book crates for my books! I’m working on the next one, but here is some pictures of the contents of the last one

More of this same kind of goodies will be going out soon in the Variables of Sky book crate.

If you’d like to get in on this there’s two ways to do it.

Become one of my patreons, or if you’d like to check this out without becoming a subscriber you can purchase from me directly for $40 (that includes shipping in the continental USA, added fees may apply for International) Just send me a message!

[mareebrittenford]

Celebrate With Me!

I just finished applying the final copy edits and my second novel Variables of Sky is ready for formatting and publication!

Bonus- the third book in the trilogy Overtones of Midnight is also finally written, and I’m going to be getting that edited and ready for publication over the next few months. Soon the series will be complete!

[mareebrittenford]

WIP Snippets

I’m getting very close to publications with the second book in the Guardian trilogy (and the final installment won’t be too far behind that!)

Here is the moment I was doing edits on yesterday

“It’s you. He’s going to kill you.”

Sam stares at me, eyes wide in horror, and I don’t get a chance to say anything more because I’m grabbed from behind and jerked through a doorway.

I’m tumbled down a set of stairs, my head spinning and my feet barely under me. There’s hands on my arms, and I’m being dragged, and I try to scream out to warn Sam, to tell him not to follow me—that this is what I saw in my waking dream, this is how he gets a bullet in his brain—but a hand is clamped over my mouth.

“It’s okay. It’s just us,” one of my attackers hisses, and I struggle harder. I’m pulled into a dark, shadowed space, and then I’m suddenly released, yelping in pain as my knees slam into what feels like cold concrete.

“What did you do to her?”

“Sorry, we frightened her and she fought, but we had to get her off the street fast.”

“Damn! I should’ve gone myself!” The guy turns to me, pulling me to my feet with a gentleness that’s unexpected.

“Amy?” he asks, his voice rough and emotional.

I look into a familiar face. It’s a Sam. The one I saw in my head when I brought us to this dimension. He’s a few years older, maybe nineteen or twenty, and he looks harder and angrier. Like my Sam, but with all the sunshine and idealism stripped away.

Before I can say anything he’s pulling me close and pressing his face into my neck. And then he kisses me with a level of passion that’s equally shocking and thrilling. I should be frightened, but he’s familiar—so much like Sam—that it feels right—it feels good—and I just go along with it.