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Interviews and cover art December 4, 2016

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in Blessed, Blog Tour, circlet, cover art, Drum Mage, Forbidden Fiction, Haven's Fall, Heart's Master, promotions, publishing, Release date, Ta-da, upcoming books.
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Today starts the Blog Tour for Haven’s Fall, which comes out Tuesday (OMG!!!!) Today, you can see an interview that I did with Forbidden Fiction, over on their website.

Also, now that Circlet had debuted the cover art for Heart’s Master to the Patreon patrons, I can show the art to everyone else! Heart’s Master comes out on December 15th.

hearts-master-cover-final-750px(We’re still waiting to find out if Amazon is going to faint over that cover…)

Hiding in the Shadows… November 16, 2016

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in Boosting the signal, Chessiecon, circlet, cover art, Drum Mage, forthcoming works, freedom of speech, Heart's Master, politics, promotions, publishing, upcoming books, upcoming work.
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Last night, I got the cover art for Heart’s Master.

It’s pretty. But this is all I can show you right now.


Want to be one of the first to see the real thing? You have two options. If you’ll be attending Chessiecon, then you can pay attention to my Twitter feed. Starting the first day of the convention (Friday), I’ll put out a code phrase on Twitter. Come find me, tell me the phrase, and I’ll show the art to you and ONLY you.

The other way you can see the real thing, if you’re not going to be at Chessiecon? Check out the Circlet Press Patreon. Become a supporter at $5 or more a month, and you’ll not only see the Heart’s Master cover art before anyone not at the convention, but you’ll get the ebook for Heart’s Master immediately when it goes live December 15th. You’ll also be supporting my wonderful publisher, as well as thumbing your nose at the incoming establishment that doesn’t want you to have access to such naughty things.

Do you want to see a cover? November 1, 2016

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in Chessiecon, circlet, Drum Mage, Heart's Master, KermitArms, kvelling, new books, promotions, publishing, Release date, upcoming books, upcoming work.
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(that totally scans to Do you want to build a snowman?, by the way. Which is, of course, why I did it.)

I actually have TWO books coming out this December. Haven’s Fall will be coming out December 6th from Forbidden Fiction.

Heart’s Master — the long awaited novel about my blind mage Steven and his lover Nick — will be out either the week before or the week after (so, either December 1st or the 15th).

(If you don’t remember Steven, check out The Hand You’re Dealt in Like a Sacred Desire, or Snowbound in Jingle Balls, or here for free. And hey, if you like it, go grab a copy of Jingle Balls. There’s a Laura Antoniou holiday story in there, too.)

Now, Circlet is doing something fun. The cover art for Heart’s Master is a big secret (seriously — I helped choose the images, but that’s it. I don’t even know what the final cover looks like!!!) That cover is going to be announced on November 29th.

And you can be part of the announcement.

If you want to help spread the fun, click here and fill out the form! (If you want to review Heart’s Master, you can fill out the same form.)

Then, on the 29th, everyone gets to blitz the cover image all at once! Neat, huh?

Go sign up!



This, that and the other thing. June 29, 2016

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in a-writers-life-is-never-dull, Burden of Truth, contracts, forthcoming works, Good news, kvelling, publishing, Rebel Mage, SOLD!, the-end-is-near, upcoming work.
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Allergies suck.

Allergies that turn into sinus problems suck more.

Allergies that turn into sinus problems that turn into bronchitis need to not exist.


Since I have bronchitis, I haven’t really been able to do much. My son has been having a lot more screen time than he usually gets in the summer, and I have had to stop exercising this week (if you follow me on Instagram, you know about my workouts). I have to rest, so I’ve been focusing on a sedentary activity — edits on Burden of Truth. Those should go back to Forbidden Fiction in the next few days.

The Other Thing:

Did you ever forget that you applied for something? I did. So having a contract arrive in my inbox was a very nice surprise this evening.  I am pleased to be able to say that my BDSM vampire short story Layover will be appearing in the upcoming anthology Blood in the Rain II from Cwtch Press. This will be my first time working with Cwtch, and I’m looking forward to it!

Might have just gotten whiplash, it was that fast! June 14, 2016

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in circlet, forthcoming works, publishing, SOLD!, SQUEEE, Tales from the Arena, wow, yippee.
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This morning, I sent the manuscripts for Tales from the Arena over to Circlet, asking if they were interested in acquiring the reprint rights.

This afternoon, I got an email from Cecilia — “MINE!”

A few minutes later, this went out:

So, I think it’s safe to say that Circlet Press is acquiring the reprint rights to both Tales from the Arena books!

Market Day. September 19, 2014

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in 2014 plans, a-writers-life-is-never-dull, award-winning, except-for-when-it-is, promotions, publishing, round-up, Self-publishing.
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I am self-admittedly lousy at marketing. Especially when I’m in the middle of writing a novel, or working on edits, or doing the fifty-million things that need to be done around the house as a mom and domestic engineer (cough*housewife*cough). Which is my way of saying that I’d rather have root canal than do promotions.

Bad writer, no biscuit.

So…. here are the things that are currently available!

Most recently is Bi Magic, from Forbidden Fiction. I have two stories in this anthology: Fools Rush In and To Market. A print version is also available.




Fools Rush In is also available as a standalone story, also from Forbidden Fiction



There’s also Her Captive, which was my playing with an idea that came from Tom Smith’s song “Kidnapped by Pirates is Good!”


Then there’s the AWARD-WINNING House of Sable Locks from Circlet Press, which is available in ebook, in print, and in a delicious audio-book.



There are my two self-publishing experiments, the Tales from the Arena books. Opening Gambit and Playing for Keeps are available as ebooks and in print.

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And hey, if you want to go back to the beginning, there’s also Princes of Air, my first novel!


There will be a sequel eventually — I have an idea of where the story will go. I just need to get it down on the page.

As soon as I finish these edits. And that novel over there. And the dishes….


Welcome to the insane asylum. February 28, 2013

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in Princes of Air, promotions, publishing, Sable Locks, upcoming work, writing-mom.
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If you’re new to the area, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Elizabeth Schechter, and I am a writer, artist, jeweler, wife and Mom.

I write erotic romance, and have one novel out as of right now, that being the award-winning Princes of Air (honorable mention is so an award!) I also have a boatload of short stories (I have had to stop counting). You can check out my Bibliography over here.

As an artist, I worked on several pieces for the Chivalry and Sorcery role-playing game (If you check out this image, I did the sword, the pendant and the bowl). I used to exhibit at science fiction conventions, but I haven’t for quite a few years now.

I have an Etsy site, for when I’m being sparkly. Everything there is handmade, which means I don’t get nearly as much done with that as I used to, since my hands are usually on the keyboard now.

My hardest job, though, is also the most rewarding. And the one that I’m most afraid of screwing up! That’s my job as Mom. I have a very smart, very energetic little boy whose favorite thing to do when he was small and I was working was to come up behind me and say “What are you writing, Mommy?”

If you guessed that I was usually writing something he shouldn’t have been reading at that point, you have much to go on. I had to stop writing around him once he could read (at age three).

I glossed over the wife part. Happily so, for almost sixteen years. My work as a writer amuses him to no end. He’s my first reader, and my worst editor (the man is a grammarian. I love him to bits, but sometimes, the comma has to stay! That being said, my editor loves him to bits, too. He makes her job easy!)

That’s me, in a nutshell. An odd duck, a pervy fetish writer, and the last mom you ever would expect to be composing BDSM sex scenes in her head whilst on the playground with her son. I’ll be posting a few things about my writing, my other interests and my process, and capping it off next week with a Q&A about my upcoming work, House of Sable Locks, a steampunk erotic romance coming soon from Circlet Press.

Want to be part of THE NEXT BIG THING BLOG HOP? Then contact me here!

Excerpt: Princes of Air October 25, 2011

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in excerpt, forthcoming works, Princes of Air, promotions, publishing, Release date, upcoming books.
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This is getting harder — pulling excerpts that DON’T have spoilers in them!

Now, I’ve been told that there is a technical problem, and the book may not drop next week as planned. It will still be sometime in November, though.

So, here is another tease — an excerpt from part two of Princes of Air: The Courtship of the Raven King. In this part, the oldest of the Princes, Diarmuid, has decided that it is time for him to take a wife. But first he has to find her, and he’s taking advantage of a royal wedding in the hopes of meeting the right woman. His brothers have… volunteered him to guard the baggage,  so instead of flying, he’s riding in a chariot. And things don’t go the way they were supposed to (do they ever?)

Part two of Princes of Air. Coming November from Circlet Press.


The next day was uneventful, and much more bearable. I spent most of the morning in the air, pacing the chariot and keeping watch that way, until we reached a part of the road overhung with trees. I could no longer see clearly, so I landed and rode with Turlach in the chariot. The previous night seemed to have opened the way for us, and he was much more talkative today, telling me about himself and about the country through which we drove. He was just twenty, he told me, younger than I’d originally thought. He was the son of a charioteer, and he himself had been a charioteer since he’d turned fifteen. My lack of a charioteer of my own fascinated him, until I told him that I didn’t even own a horse, and wouldn’t know what to do with one if I did.

“You’ve really never handled a horse?” he asked, amazed.

“What need do I have for a horse?” I asked in response. That drew a laugh out of him, and he offered to teach me to drive.

“Not here, though,” he amended. “This road needs watching, and we’ll be in the bogs soon. Tomorrow, in the forest. Now, tell me more about this brother of yours?”

“You’re very single-minded,” I accused, laughing. He laughed with me, then graced me with an innocent smile.

“I’m a charioteer. The horses do all the work when we’re not in battle. What else is there worth thinking about?”

“Petran is twice your age,” I pointed out.

He went from innocent to wanton in a moment, leering at me, “Even better. I like older men. They have more experience, and they know so much more. I can’t wait to meet him.” He glanced at me. “Why are you going to Dun-Righ so early? If you don’t mind my asking, that is.”

“I don’t mind. I’m hoping to find a wife.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding sagely. “And you’re hoping that one of those high-born fillies at Dun-Righ will suit you?” He shrugged, “I watch them, even though they don’t interest me. And you’d be better off looking someplace else. Those girls… all they want are a high-born husband to give them children and status and a baile of their own to rule. There isn’t much… substance to them. They’re all silk and paint and not a brain in their pretty heads. Do you understand me?”

I nodded, frowning slightly, “I do. I’ll have to see for myself.”

He glanced at me sidelong, then shrugged, “If you think you must. But I’ll warn you. I’ve seen too many good friends taken to bits by those high-born bawds. Guard your heart and your purse, Diarmuid Ri na Fiach dubh.

His epitaph amused me. It wasn’t often that people actually called me what I am–King of the Ravens. In my own home, I was simply the oldest brother. In the village of Scath, I was the overlord and protector. Outside that circle, I didn’t know what was said about me and mine. I’d never thought to ask, never had anyone I could ask who would be able to answer me truthfully.

“Turlach, what do you know about us? About me and my brothers?” I asked, suddenly curious beyond measure.

“Just what they say,” he answered, shrugging slightly. “I’ve heard a lot of things. People tend to talk around us, you understand? This is the most conversation I’ve had while driving in years.” He frowned, obviously thinking. “I’ve heard that you’re all sons of the Battle Queen. I’ve heard that you’re normal men, and that you just claim to be Her sons, and that you make people believe you through trickery. I’ve heard that you’re all great sorcerers, and that you have the High King in your thrall. It’s the first that’s true, isn’t it?”


“I thought so. There’s something about you, something… different. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met before,” he smiled and met my eyes. “Let me know if you ever decide to get a chariot. I’d be honored to drive for you.”

I smiled back at him, “And does that offer have anything to do with my brother, the harper?”

He managed to look affronted before breaking into laughter, “Perhaps a little. But I like you, too. None of the high-born I’ve driven have ever been so…” he paused for a moment, then shrugged one shoulder, a most raven-like gesture. “…So friendly. Most of them don’t care anything for someone who isn’t as high-born as they are.”

I nodded. I had the same impression of many of the people I’d met in Eogan’s court. “I understand. I like you, too. And I’d be honored to have you drive my chariot. As soon as I get one.”

He laughed again and drew back on the reins, drawing the horses to a stop, “I’ll hold you to that, too. Now, we’re about to enter the bogs. I’ll need all my attention on the road, and you’ll need to keep a watchful eye. There are bog-men in there who prey on travelers, and we’re too tempting a target for them to let us pass. I’m going to drive as fast as is safe, but still…”

“Bog-men?” I looked at the road ahead and stared in shock–there was no road! “Turlach…”

“There are markers on the safe passage,” he answered my unspoken question. “I know what to look for but I need to pay attention. And yes. Bog-men. There are safe ways to get a small party through the bogs, but no way to safely bring through a large enough attack force to clear out the bog-men.” He frowned slightly and looked at me, “I’m going to need to go pretty fast, and it will be a rough trip. Will you be all right?”

I took one of the light spears from a socket built into the side of the chariot and grabbed hold of the chariot rail with my other hand, “I’ll be fine. Go.”

He grinned, then shouted to the horses; the chariot lurched forward and into the bogs.

 * * * *

I am never riding in a chariot ever again.

I still planned to get one, and to bring Turlach into Dun-Morrigan as the charioteer, but I swore in my mother’s name that never again would I ride in one of these torturous contraptions. That was what I repeated to myself as we bounced and jolted through the bogs, following a road that I couldn’t see. I never once saw the markers Turlach mentioned, never knew just how it was that he was navigating without having us end up drowning in the murky waters that I knew lurked under the mossy surface of the bog. I couldn’t see how anyone could ever live in this place–either Turlach was telling tales, having fun at my expense, or these bog-men he mentioned were all mad. But I kept my watch, even though there was nothing to see. The land around us was flat, with few, sparse bushes. There was barely anything that could hide a man, let alone a band of bog-men.

Up ahead, I could see a line of trees growing steadily closer, and knew that we’d be out of the bogs soon, and into the great forest where we’d spend our last night on the road. I scanned the area ahead of us, then glanced behind. As I turned, a sudden movement caught my eye–I turned back and saw nothing but more scrubby bushes waving in the breeze.

Just as I realized that the bushes we had already passed hadn’t been moving, that there was no breeze, the bog exploded. Men surged out of the water, shedding their camouflage and brandishing spears and swords. I hurled my spear and killed the one closest to us, then had to grab for the rail as Turlach snapped the reins and urged the horses into a gallop.

“They won’t follow us into the trees!” he shouted. “We’re almost there!”

I nodded, holding on with one hand and taking another spear with the other, watching the way we had come to make sure that there was no one following. I heard Turlach shout, turned, and had just enough time to see the fallen tree that had been hidden from view in a natural dip in the road, and the armed men there. Before I could do anything, Turlach screamed and fell, a spear in his shoulder. I fumbled for the reins and dragged back on them as I’d seen Turlach do, but we were going too fast. There was no way to stop. The horses leapt, clearing the tree easily.

The chariot was not as lucky.

My last memory was of the chariot hitting the tree, and of being thrown through the air. I’d been trying to save Turlach, and hadn’t shifted to raven form, so I fell, landing hard on my right shoulder. I remembered hearing something crack, then everything was swallowed by pain and darkness, and I knew nothing more.

>Coming in May! November 11, 2010

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in forthcoming works, publishing, SQUEEE.
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Check out the Table of Contents:

Human Powered by Teresa Noelle Roberts
The Servant Question by Janine Ashbless
Slight of Hand by Renee Michaels
Mutiny on the Danika Blue by Poe Von Page
Deviant Devices by Kannan Feng
The Perfect Girl by Jay Lawrence
Dr. Mullaley’s Cure by Delilah Devlin
Her Own Devices by Lisabet Sarai
Lair of the Red Countess by Kathleen Bradean
Infernal Machine by Elias A. St. James
Doctor Watson Makes a House Call by Essemoh Teepee
The Treatment by D. L. King
Lucifer Einstein and the Curious Case of the Carnal Contraption by Tracey Shellito
The Brass Ring by Lisette Ashton
The Succubus by Elizabeth Schechter
Now, here’s the fun part. I actually have TWO stories in this anthology. One is The Succubus.  The OTHER… you have to guess, because I wrote it under a pen-name.
Publication date is right now scheduled for May 1, 2011. You can preorder at Amazon.

>On Publishing July 3, 2010

Posted by Elizabeth Schechter in ex-cathedra from my navel, publishing, writing.
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>I wrote this for a writing group of which I am a member. I’m the only one with pro credits, so they asked me about publishing and how to get published. Here’s what I came up with:


First, Publishing is NOT like what you see in TV (Ignore Castle. The writers I know who watch it think it’s a comedy). Publishing is slow, subjective, and the writer very rarely gets rich. I can think of three off the top of my head who did (Stephen King, JK Rowling and Stephanie Meyer). Most writers I know either have a day job that pays their bills, a spouse/partner who supports them, or can bring in enough in royalties that they can support themselves, a dog and a cat (and that writer has a roommate who helps with the rent. And even she occasionally flirts with the idea of getting a real job. There’s no health insurance in writing.)

The most important thing is that you have to be persistent. Publishing is a REALLY subjective business. What one agent or publisher turns down might find a home with another. Don’t let the rejections get to you. Most of them are form letters, anyway, when you get an answer at all. A good number of agents and publishers are of the “no answer means no” school.

Before you even thing about selling anything, make sure it’s the best work you can possibly turn out. Join crit groups like this one, but make sure that the membership is not open to the public. Public posting of your work ANYWHERE, evne if you made no money on it, means that you’ve given away your first serial rights. One group that I like a lot is the Online Writer’s Workshop — where your work can possibly be read by Elizabeth Bear, Joshua Palmatier and C.C Finley, all of whom are alums. This is something you can put in your query letter to an agent that really makes them take notice. Oh, and make sure that you keep your wordcount in spec — an adult novel over 100,000 words is pushing it. 80,000 is better. A YA novel over 60,000 or so is too long. If you write an epic 200,000 tome, you’ll never get it looked at. Ask me how I know…

If you’re selling anything longer than a novella for your first sale, then you want to try for an agent. You REALLY, REALLY want an agent if you’re going the traditional publishing route (I’m mostly doing e-books right now, so I don’t have an agent.) Expect a lot of rejections, unless you’ve managed to write the next Twilight, (in which case, I hate you). Personally, I’ve queried over a hundred agents for the novel that I wrote with a friend. Please note above that I said I don’t have an agent. 😉  Get a copy of the current Writer’s Guide — it lists agencies, and you can see which agencies cover your genre. You can also check Querytracker, Agent in a Box, or AgentQuery. Do your research. You want to be a good fit with your agent. You will (hopefully) be with them for a long time.

The reason that you need an agent is that there are very few traditional publishing houses that take submissions from unagented writers. In the Science Fiction world, there are two – Tor and Baen. (Right now, that novel is out in the slush pile at Baen). Now, if you submit to a publisher, and you get an offer (my fingers are crossed here), then you can go to an agent and ask them to represent you. Nine times out of ten, they’ll say yes. This is like free money to them — they get their 15 percent without having to do the groundwork to sell the book. (They’ll sell the REST of your books for you, and make sure you get the best possible contracts. Trust me on this. You NEED an agent in traditional publishing).

Now, there is one thing I cannot stress enough. MONEY GOES TO THE AUTHOR. The author doesn’t pay the agent — they take their cut out of what the publisher pays. The author also doesn’t pay the publisher. EVER. If anyone ever tells you that you need to pay reading fees or editing fees or that you have to buy so many copies of your book to see it in print, RUN.

Now, the reason I keep saying ‘traditional publishing’ is because with e-books publishers, the rules are a little different. There are no advances, for one. You either get paid a flat fee and royalties, or you just get royalties. This does not suck — in traditional publishing, if the publisher doesn’t make back your advance with book sales, you never see a penny of royalties. With e-books, we’re talking months to publication, not years (in most cases. I’ve just hit my second anniversary of my first sale, and that story should see publication this month.) You don’t need an agent, and most of them are open for submissions all the time. The turnaround for submissions is faster, too. That novel at Baen? I’ll hear about that sometime next year. I have a novelette out with Cobblestone Press, and I should hear about that by September (they have a 90 day turnaround.)  To learn more about e-book publishing, check out EPIC.

Have I covered it all?