Naming A New Book

Book titles, to me,  are the worst part of writing. Ask me to write a blurb and ill be happy, ask me to write a synopsis and i’ll shrug, make a coffee and do it. Ask me to think of a book title and I mentally freeze.

I find thinking of something that will sum up the entire theme of a book in maybe two

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words – hopefully one – impossible.  The title is what will surely catch the eye of the prospective agent, publisher and in the end, readers. It should be catchy, captivating and most importantly individual. *whimpers* Your title is the first of your words a reader will see.

I write books in series, so not only does that title have to represent one book, it should be able to be spread out or tweaked so that it, or a variant of it, will suit many books. Some authors have done this SO well. Take Sherrilyn Kenyon, with her League Series. she was able to spread the word ‘Born’ throughout her whole series – to perfection – linking each book together like a familial surname. *Tips Head in Respect* BTW Totally read those books, they’re awesome.

Not only will the title be on the cover of the book, it will be put onto book marks, maybe mugs, magnets, and many other promo items. A title will be spread about the internet via blogs, Facebook, pinterest, twitter and lots more social networks. A book title will travel!

The title will be in my life forever. Its like naming a child, but harder.

And this is where I struggle. When I start writing, I usually think of a title quickly, write my book and as soon as I have finished the story – I then HATE the original title.

Then what do I do? I agonise over names, word combinations, bouncing it off friends and family – I overthink it until the title no longer feels organic.

What should i do? Any ideas on how I can get back to instinctively naming my books, because searching many, many, many synonyms of words has got a little tedious.

The struggle is real.

Leave me a comment please xx

Kerrianne

 

 

 

 

Pippa Jay – Gethyon

 

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 Gethyon Rees had always felt at odds with the universe, and hoped for an escape among the stars. But discovering he has the ability to cross time and space with just a thought brings more problems than it solves: a deadly bounty hunter who can follow him anywhere, the unwelcome return of Tarquin Secker—the mother who abandoned him—and an ancient darkness that seeks him and all those with his talents.

 When an unforgivable act sets him on the run, it’ll take more than his unearthly powers to save his skin and the lives of those he cares about. It’ll take a sacrifice he never expected to have to make.

 

A science fiction adventure novel previously published by BURST (Champagne Books), and part of the Travellers Universe. A 2014 SFR Galaxy Award Winner for Most Awesome Psychic Talent and a 2015 EPIC eBook Awards finalist in the Science Fiction category. Also now includes the SF short story The Bones of the Sea.

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“Hello, there.” The bright voice snapped Gethyon from his brooding, and he glanced up. A girl with silver skin and black tiger-stripe markings smiled down at him, her crop of red hair almost blood-colored in the twilight.

He lifted a hand in silent greeting.

“You’re Gethyon, aren’t you? Gethyon Rees?” Despite the blandness of his welcome, she hunkered down into the sand, wiggling her backside in an effort to get comfy, with a crooked grin on her lips. Unease coursed down his spine at her expression. It reminded him all too closely of another face, one with hair a paler shade of auburn and sapphire eyes.

He nodded confirmation.

“I’m Jinxuri Chei-har of the Veen,” she said.

This time Gethyon couldn’t restrain a smile. “That’s some name.”

The girl shrugged. “I didn’t choose it. But you can call me Jinx, if you like.” At that, she thrust out a hand, and after a moment, he took it.

Sudden pain splintered through his arm into his chest, and he yanked his hand free to massage the feeling away. He stared at Jinx, but she just continued to grin at him.

“Are you a friend of Dephon’s?” he asked, with a trace of suspicion. Was this something his old rival had set up to keep him occupied?

“Not really. I heard there was a party, so I stopped by.”

“You’re a gatecrasher?”

Jinx leaned forward and whispered in conspiratorial tones, “Not going to give me away, are you?”

Gethyon shook his head. Why should he care? It wasn’t his party.

She leaned back and eyed him carefully. “You don’t seem very happy. Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

Gethyon shrugged.

“Not your kind of thing, huh? I’ve been told you’re a bit of a genius with technology.”

“Who told you that?”

“Oh, I hear things. I’m good at it.” She smiled. “You live with Professor Rees, don’t you? Heard a lot about him. Well-respected man. Your grandfather, yes?”

“Yes.”

“What about your parents, what do they do?”

He stiffened and drew back. “Why do you want to know about my parents?”

Jinx held up her hands. “I’m just trying to make conversation.”

A fragment of guilt squirmed in his stomach. Give her a break. Not everyone is out to get you. After all, living with a grandparent was going to make new people curious. It wasn’t the norm. “My father was killed in an explosion. My mother…travels. A lot.”

“I’m sorry about your father. That’s kinda harsh. But your mother sounds fun! Don’t you get to go with her?”

“No.”

Jinx gave him a sympathetic look. “Bad choice of subject?”

“Yes.”

She chuckled. “You’re really making me work for this conversation, Geth. What would you like to talk about?”

“Where are you from?”

She paused as if she hadn’t expected such a question. “No one place,” she murmured. “I travel a lot too.”

About The Author;

After spending twelve years working as an Analytical Chemist in a Metals and Minerals laboratory, Pippa Jay is now a stay-at-home mum who writes scifi and the supernatural. Somewhere along the way a touch of romance crept into her work and refused to leave. In between torturing her plethora of characters, she spends the odd free moment playing guitar very badly, punishing herself with freestyle street dance, and studying the Dark Side of the Force. Although happily settled in the historical town of Colchester in the UK with her husband of 22 years and three little monsters, she continues to roam the rest of the Universe in her head.

Pippa Jay is a dedicated member of the Science Fiction Romance Brigade, and Broad Universe, blogging at Spacefreighters Lounge, Adventures in Scifi, and Romancing the Genres. Her works include YA and adult stories crossing a multitude of subgenres from scifi to the paranormal, often with romance, and she’s one of eight authors included in a science fiction romance anthology—Tales from the SFR Brigade. She’s also a double SFR Galaxy Award winner, been a finalist in the Heart of Denver RWA Aspen Gold Contest (3rd place), the 2015 EPIC eBook awards, the 2015 RWA LERA Rebecca (2nd place), and the GCC RWA Silken Sands Star Awards (2nd place).

You can stalk her at her website, or at her blog, but without doubt her favorite place to hang around and chat is on Twitter as @pippajaygreen.

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COVER REVEAL!

 

The Demon Tales Are Back!!

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I am so happy to tell you that Deadly Slumber, the NEW first book in the Demon Tales Series will be released in October. (Deadly Slumber is a re-release of Sleeping Beauty, and the Damned Demon. After this book the Demon Tales will be ALL NEW stories, never read before.)

The Demon Tales have had a shake up, a rejig and been given a whole new, shiny look!

I did this because I felt they needed a polish, and I believe a new era, needs a new look!

My writing has grown and evolved since I first wrote Beauty and the Beast 7 years ago, and I wanted to breathe some fresh air into their stories. So, while you may not see all characters you once read about yet – you will, but they will have fresh books! (All coming soon)

Thank you for waiting so patiently for the Demons to return. I will be eternally grateful to all who read the original series. I hope you enjoy my changes.

I would love to know what you think about the New LOOK!

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If you are a new reader, Hi!😉

My Demon Tales are sexy, dark and twisted versions of recognizable fairy tales. They are full of action, intrigue and HOT SEXY males. My females are strong and forceful – not meek and defenceless. And I hope you learn to love them as much as I do.

I hope you enjoy Deadly Slumber.

Much love.

Kerrianne Coombes – x0x0

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 Blurb.

 

Selma is wasting away, starved of light, love and happiness. Locked in a human insane asylum, cursed. When she awakens the nightmares truly begin. She has given up all hope of escaping, until a dark stranger, with frightening eyes, secrets her away in the night.

Alone, bitter and determined, Rhand searches for what was taken from him. Ruthless beyond measure, nothing and no one will get in the way of fulfilling his promise to his people. The Fey who lost it all… Until his search leads him to Selma.

Dark Magic, demonic lands and evil inhabit the world where he takes her, but nothing compares to the power of the love between the mercenary and his Sleeping Beauty.

 

Hump Day Hook

 

A little snippet from Deadly Slumber – Out on October 10th 2016 with Liquid Silver Books.

Happy hump day x

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“This horse will do you fine, Rhand,” the farrier said as he walked into the long stable building. He plodded along in his linen pajamas, his feet stuffed into what could only be described as slippers.

Rhand followed behind, still holding the woman, her body still limp in his arms, as they trudged through the hay-smelling barns.

“Did you get your last horse back?” Rhand asked, remembering that he had asked his friend, and fellow mercenary, Baz, to bring the horse back last time he had gone through the portal.

The farrier, Mack, jerked his head in agreement, his gaze flickering to the woman in Rhand’s arms. Mack asked no questions as to why he was holding a dead-looking woman, the farrier clearly, having read his mood correctly, had stayed off that topic.

“I did, and I appreciated the gift of the metal too,” Mack said as he dragged a leather bridal off the wall and unlocked a stable door. “I used the metal to make my son a new handle for his wooden training sword, so, it was much appreciated,” Mack said.

The memory of he and his brother Conlan training with swords as young children popped into his mind and Rhand, as always, shoved the painful reminder away.

 

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Edits

I am in that little dark cave we writers like to call the Editing cave. I am actually having a blast going over and over and over … and over my manuscript, because I have had such a long break from anything like it.

I feel so genuinely lucky to have this opportunity again, the opportunity to actually share my work!

Like, I’m back bitches! *Does happy dance*

It has been two and a half years since I had a new release – can you believe it? Nope, neither can I. Two and a half years without the excitement and nerves of putting my words ‘out there’ for all to see/ read. I can honestly say, I feel truly blessed.

This is such a cool thing. Something people dream about, really. The thrill of getting your manuscript accepted, then going through edits, then getting a new cover – OMG SQUEEEEE! (A cover I will share next week, even more SQUEER!) And then Release Day. Obviously there is much more involved, but they are the highlights to be sure.

I actually believed it wouldn’t happen again for me. That I had used my ‘luck’ up. But even still I didn’t give in. I wanted it to happen again, even if I didn’t believe it would – I wanted it. I went through the ‘AH gods, I’m USELESS – useless, I say!’ – I cried, I regretted not appreciating it all when I had it, and I promised myself that if I got it back, then I’d GO FOR IT!

And now, here I am again, gearing up for a new release. *OMG OMG OMG OMG* and I am GOING for it! So watch this space, its going to be full with new books, new characters and new pretties!

Believe me, I have this demon, I’m reaching for his horns, and baby, I’m going to ride it!

Kerrianne xoxo

 

Demons

 

 

He came to a halt, his body suddenly taut, his mind in shock as he stared at the tiny woman laid on a metal framed bed. Her hair was dark, long and tangled, some of it laid across her face as she stared unseeing at the ceiling. Her hands were tied to the bed by leather cuffs attached to a cable running underneath the metal frame, her legs attached very much the same way. She was thin, so utterly thin that Rhand could probably play chopsticks on her ribs.

But it was her expression–one of agony that pulled at something deep inside him. Her eyes, such a vivid green, were wet with silent tears that flowed into her hairline, and her lips were so cracked, she reminded him of a wilting flower in the sun. Her skin was so pale, almost see though, like a wet piece of parchment paper, her veins so close to the surface, he could see her weak pulse at her neck.

Anger shot through Rhand so fast, he heard all the metal in the shitty place groan. The woman made a weak move and turned her head towards him. Her movements were sluggish and stiff looking, and when her eyes tried to focus upon him, Rhand saw the evidence of drugs as her gaze wavered, her lids blinking heavily before a smile spread across her chapped lips.

“I only wanted water,” she whispered, her voice so quiet, so weak Rhand almost didn’t hear her.

Begin Again

I have just under two weeks until me, my lovely family and our little fur-people all pick up and move to Canada.

CANADA!!

This little British girl is going to be half way across the globe starting a new life. I can’t wait to see everything Canada has to offer. Though I am nervous about the normal things, like; the children settling in at school, and do they sell Hellmans Mayonnaise? – Yah, know, important stuff.

But most importantly,

I HOPE MY EXTREMITIES DON’T FALL OFF IN TTHE WINTER! – No, seriously.

I have plans for my writing – BIG ones. I now can’t wait until i move so I can knuckle down and begin.

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