My Loss is Your Gain

August 15, 2018August 15, 2018 / Shauna Granger / Leave a comment

Ever since the Thomas Fire in December we’ve been clawing our way out of the hole that it caused us for shutting down my husband’s business for a month, and then having clients catch colds and flus and vacations.

Every month we’ve clawed a little closer to normalcy but it seems like each month brings with it a new small catastrophe that we could have easily dealt with had it been a normal winter for us.

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Last month we had to repair equipment for the business and then, yesterday, our refrigerator died. I mean. You can live without a washer or dryer. We do live without a dishwasher. But you can’t live without a fridge. Maybe if you live in the tundra and can keep food in the snow? But not in So Cal and not in these rolling heatwaves.

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So my loss is your gain. How so? I’m offering a deal on my Manuscript Critique and Content Editing services. If you email me at shaunagranger82@gmail.com with the subject line “Manuscript Critique Refrigerator” or “Content Edit Refrigerator” I will give you a 25% discount on your project. Just don’t forget that key phrase.

And if you’re just in the giving mood you can support me on Patreon. I post unpublished fiction, tarot card readings, and give rewards based on your level of pledge. I will be sharing a brand new book, serialize, in the coming weeks.

If a monthly pledge isn’t your bag but you still like to send money to strangers, you can hit me up on my Paypal here: paypal.me/JSGrangers

So if you have a book you’ve been dying to get work done on, now is the time to hit me up!

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Book Witchery

April 19, 2018April 19, 2018 / Shauna Granger / 3 Comments

If you’ve been following along, you know I want to write something both witchy and epic. I’ve been talking about it for a while now. Witches and magic are my jam. Witches are my aesthetic in all their iterations. From pointy hats and shoes, to smokey-eye and stomping boots with silver jewelry. I love it all.

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But I wanted this book to be different than my other witch books. Which is probably why I started thinking Epic Fantasy.

And I kinda got hung up on the epic part. So when I set out to flesh the story out, it became a war story, more cold war style, but still, a war story. I realized I was forming a very familiar story, even if a witch is in the center of it. It was still going to be two kingdoms battling it out with men on the thrones. Good vs Evil. Maybe the good guy is really the bad guy, gasp!

It’s been done, yo.

So I backed away from the story yet again. And hated myself for it. I want this cool, dark, witchy tale. I want to write it. I want to send it to critique partners and hear their thoughts. I want it. But I don’t want a war story. Why does epic always somehow mean war? And kingdoms?

Then, the other day, I heard something that made me think, “I do love a good revenge story.”

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Revenge. Ooh. That goes nicely with magic and witchery. Suddenly, I was cautiously excited about The Book again. I can still have this epic world, something different than I’ve ever done before, but maybe focus on a small universe inside of it. A story of revenge.

I’m not sure what the point of this post is, other than to say, if your story doesn’t feel right, if you feel stuck, if you can’t seem to figure it out, there’s a chance you’re just not ready yet.

I was really letting this block get me down. I was getting ready to forget about it for another year while I worked on other, more formulaic and familiar things until that sneaky thought whispered in my mind. I still don’t know where it’s going just yet, but having that thought, seeing my MC in my head in a really cool outfit, on a dark and creepy street, I have that spark of excitement I’d been missing for a long time.

Looks like the witch is back.

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Hexed – Pre-order Links Are Live

July 12, 2017July 12, 2017 / Shauna Granger / Leave a comment

If you’ve been waiting for the next installment of the Matilda Kavanagh Novels, your wait is almost over! The eighth book, Hexed, is now up for pre-order on all your favorite ebook retailers! Get yours now so you can wake up on September 5th and find it waiting for you:

Pre-order:

Book 8 in the Matilda Kavanagh Novels!

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Pre-order links:

Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Smashwords | Kobo | iBooks

New Release: Yuletide – The Third Matilda Kavanagh Novel

December 5, 2014December 4, 2014 / Shauna Granger / 2 Comments

Two good things about today: 1. It’s Friday; 2. Yuletide has dropped!

That’s right, the third book in the Matilda Kavanagh Novels has released! If you’re looking for a fun, non-traditional holiday story that’s not at all about Santa, but is about Witches and Krampus, then you should check it out!

You can get it at all of these places:

Amazon / Barnes and Noble / iTunes / Kobo / Smashwords

There are a lot of things I love about this book, but one of the best parts has to be my dedication page:

Yeah. The Christmas babies get it.

Anyway, pick it up, read it, leave a review somewhere and end up on the Nice List so Krampus doesn’t come to snatch you.

You better watch out…

Hot Paranormal Nights Blog Hop

July 25, 2013July 25, 2013 / Shauna Granger / 27 Comments

Hello everyone and welcome! I’m very excited to participate in this blog hop! Today I’m offering an excerpt from the second book in my Elemental Series: Air. Leave a comment below for your chance to win a free ebook copy of Air! And be sure to check out all the other awesome blogs participating in this hop!

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The day had been stolen from us and, with a chill in the air, we realized the sun was sinking below the horizon, casting long shadows through the orchard beyond my window. Jodi and Steven climbed down the tree, deciding to walk home and leave Jensen and me alone. I needed warm comfort that went beyond what friends alone could offer with just platonic affection. I needed heat and to feel grateful to be alive.

As soon as the trapdoor was shut behind them, Jensen reached out and carefully gathered me into his arms and pulled me into his lap. It was awkward for me at first, being cradled in his crossed legs like a child in a parent’s lap. Bracing myself on his shoulders, I pulled myself up enough to wrap my legs around his waist and sit in his lap, facing him.

I laid my hands on the swell of his chest and looked into his blue, blue eyes. His fingers massaged the small of my back, careful of the bruise on one side. I breathed in the scent of him, the wonderful combination of musk, cinnamon, and something sweet I could never figure out the name of.

“I know you said dating one of you means dating all of you, but I’m glad I only get to do this with you,” Jensen whispered into my hair, breathing against my ear, sending chills up my back, over my arms and out my fingertips, making tiny sparks of light flicker between our bodies. This might not be a committed, full-blown relationship, but we were the only people we were intimate with. And thank goodness, because I don’t think I could’ve shared.

“Jensen, I’m not sure we should,” I whispered, pushing on his chest to distance myself from him, if even only a couple of inches.

“Shay, we’ve talked about this,” he said, leaning toward my neck again. “I know we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend. You’re not taking advantage of me,” his breath was hot against my skin, making me shiver again.

He chuckled quietly and lowered his lips to my collarbone, kissing lightly. I tilted my chin up and felt the shift in energy around us; it was suddenly alive and swirling, playing with the locks of my hair, caressing my skin just as he laid feather light kisses on my shoulder and neck. I felt the sap trapped beneath the bark of the tree that broke the line of the walls run faster, in time with my pulse, as if the faster and hotter my blood ran, so did the life in the tree.

I felt a warm summer breeze come to life outside and rush in around us, heavy with the scents of grass, salt, and moist earth. I caught my breath just as Jensen’s teeth found the muscle in my neck and bit down, just hard enough, and the wind paused in time with me. When I exhaled, the wind rushed around us again. My skin was alive with nerves and energy waiting to be released. Jensen’s fingers pressed harder into my back, as if he would claw into my skin and I would have welcomed it. My back arched, pressing me against him, and I felt him catch his breath, his chest trembling under the pressure of my fingers as I clung to him. My thighs tightened around his waist, bringing a small sound from his parted lips. I felt his body swelling in answer to my body pressing against him.

He turned his face up to mine and I found his lips, pressing them gently into a kiss that grew almost immediately into something fiercer, almost desperate, as if the very air we breathed was locked in the other’s mouth. The energy around me built subtly and I felt it press against us. One of his hands slid up my back, tracing a tingling line of power dancing on my skin, until he found the back of my head and twined his fingers into the richness of my hair. He held it tightly against the base of my skull, just this side of painful, causing me to whimper against his mouth.

The energy that was building around us was almost too much for me to ignore as it became like a second pressure on my body, separate from his arms and chest, making it difficult to breathe. I broke from our kiss, gasping in a deep breath. Before I could exhale, I was suddenly moving, Jensen lifting me and turning our bodies until I was pressed into the floor with the weight of him above me.

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