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Hot New Forty Proof Covers

I loved my original covers but let me tell you, the new covers I just had made for the Forty Proof series are seriously epic and I can’t wait to share them with you!

They’re pretty fantastic, right? And even better, I have the blurb for book 2. I’m rapidly working on the blurb for book 3 too but I don’t have that one for you just yet. You can pre-order book 3 already though and I promise you, it’s going to be amazing!


Midlife Bounty Hunter

One day I’m married, living in Seattle, and magic isn’t real.

The next, I’m divorced and living in the guest room of my ex’s hotter- than-sin cousin’s place in Savannah . . . and talking to an animated skeleton named Robert.

I have to admit, Robert isn’t my worst date.

At forty-one, I didn’t think I’d be starting over. But I’ll be damned if my ex thinks I’m down and out because he pulled a fast one on me.

When a job comes my way that offers me a chance to use my childhood training in the shadow world, I take it—I need the money more than I care about my sanity.

It’s dangerous.
I have to embrace the magic and dark of my past.
And I need Advil to keep me going.

But those who’d hold me back better sit up and take notice, because a new woman is in town, and she’s not about to be counted out by anyone.

Even if she does groan when she rolls out of bed in the morning.

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Midlife Fairy Hunter

Over the hill, all outta ducks to give, and suddenly life is looking up . . .even if you’re living with a ghost and fighting off werewolves.

Moving back to Savannah changed my life in all the best ways. New job. New friends. As far from my ex-husband as possible.

I didn’t count on the Shadow World intensifying its hold on my life.

Color me surprised, when a new job lands in my lap watching over a fairy ring. Worth ten times what I’d make anywhere else, it seems too good to be true. I take it anyway.

And that’s when things get weird.

Spells are cast on my friends that seems to make them lose their marbles.

I’ve got a Bigfoot baking in my kitchen.

And a skeleton is quickly becoming my go-to guy. Which is silly because the eye candy strutting around in front of me is drool worthy. (I’m looking at you, Crash. Really looking 0_0)

Nothing in Savannah is what it seems, and the magic and undercurrents of this city are pulling me onto a dangerous path.

But with a Fae Queen begging my help, and the darkness closing in, I can only do one thing.

Pop a couple Advil, and kick some serious ducking butt.

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MIDLIFE DEMON HUNTER

Goblins and ghouls and magic, oh my! Hang tight to your britches, this laugh out loud adventure is about to light you up!

Join Breena, Robert, Feish and the rest of the gang on their next foray into the Shadow World of Savannah. A ride you won’t want to miss.

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I hope you love the new covers as much as I do. If you’ve read Midlife Bounty Hunter, please be sure to leave a review on Goodreads or your favorite retailer. It would mean the world to me!

The Value of Loyal Readers

True story, but I have some of the most loyal readers in the book world. No, really, I do. And it’s not because they all leave me five-star reviews (they don’t, I have ARC members who’ve left me two-star reviews) and it’s not because they message me constantly to tell me how wonderful my books are….its simpler than that. 

They trust me to bring them a book they want to read every time I release something new. Let me explain. When I wrote the Rylee Adamson Series, it took off like a fucking rocket. It’s still many of my readers favorite series, still the one they recommend to other readers to read first. But you know what? When I wrote Recurve, the first book in my Elemental Series, they read that too…and it took off. And when I wrote Fury of a Phoenix, my readers trusted me and read that too. And Witch’s Reign, and now Aimless Witch. They trust me to not fail them ❤ And because of that, I can keep bringing then more stories, more characters, more books. I can keep them reading (hopefully) for years in my crazy worlds. 

But not all authors have that kind of loyal, trusting fan base. In fact, I’ve seen time and time again where authors of high skill, and a rabid fan base for a single series, struggle to get their readers to even ACKNOWLEDGE that they’ve written anything outside of the ‘favorite’ series. Even when those other series are AMAZING…even when once those readers read the ‘new’ series and love it, they rave about it months or even years after release. But by then it’s too late…the writer has already moved on believing that the ‘new’ series is no good. It’s not worth pursuing. 

What happens to those writers and those series? Those writers start to lose money. Their new series is killed off as not worthy, as a waste of time and effort. The writers start to lose faith in their own writing, they start to struggle to find the words…in short, they begin to fail even those readers who believe they should only get their favorite series—those readers who aren’t willing to try anything else end up shooting themselves in the foot. Because now the writers can’t even produce those favorite series because of the lack of support for anything else. It’s sad to me, so sad to see writer’s crushed this way. Worse, I’ve seen it time and time again.

You see, the thing is, we writers would not be here without YOU the readers, and we know this. I know this. I am forever grateful for the readers I have, in some cases for their friendships, their own stories, their support. But more than all of that for their trust in me that I will continue to bring to them the best of my abilities stories, that I will bring them new characters to love (even if they loved Rylee or Larkspur first). Thank you, from the bottom of my heart for being the kind of readers I’m proud to say read my books. ❤ I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you all, but I will continue to do all I can to keep your trust, and to keep you reading. ❤

“Outing” a pen name for the kinkier side

Yes, that’s a long title for a blog but I’d bet it got your attention.

I realize my Shannon Mayer name brings a certain level of confidence in my readers. You pick up one of my books and you can guarantee you’re going to get action, adventure, heart pounding moments and in inability to put the damn thing down even at three in the morning. You get strong, kick ass women who are talented with weapons and fighting and always dive head first into battle.

But the truth is with all the ideas I have, they just don’t all fit in that brand. I decided to let myself play with some of the new ideas that cropped up and started a new pen name on the side. I let the sex scenes flow, explored the softer side of women who maybe really needed the men to save them, and to allow for a fair bit of humor (maybe even some silliness) that just doesn’t ride as well in my UF. Not to say that there are no funny moments in my urban fantasy (Just think about Alex in the Rylee Adamson books) but the topics are way more serious. Saving the world is off the top of my head.

Whereas my paranormal romance is just more . . .fun. Sassy. Sexy. Silly. They are meant to be a true escape that leaves you with a smile on your lips, and maybe a smile on your partner’s lips too ;) And they were an escape for me, trying something new, and seeing that I could find new readers in a different genre and still make their day with my words.

So . . .without further ado, let me introduce you to Emma Dawn, and ‘her’ Stairway to Harem series.

 

 

Want to check the books out? They are available on Amazon and through the Kindle Unlimited program ☺

My next blog I’ll tell you just WHY I chose this particular topic and why I decided to ‘out’ this pen name when I did . . .more secrets are coming!

Trick or Treat! Here’s a FREE Short Story

I must say that Halloween and Christmas were my two most favorite holidays as a kid, and not much has changed with that as an adult. I love the spook and scare of Halloween (not to mention my own experiences with the supernatural!), I love the anticipation of a thrill, and the way my heart pounds as I walk through a dark wood. In the spirit of all that, I wanted to do a little something to help get you in the mood for Halloween! 

This short story is first off FREE but secondly, very short, under 2k words, but its freaky, and I hate the main character LOL. You’ll see what I mean. I mean HATE her. Which was a different kind of thing to write for me as I usually love my main characters. 

You don’t have to do anything to get the free book, just click on the link and Book Funnel will walk you through the steps of how to download. There is a mobi file for Kindle users AND an e-pub for anyone using a Nook, iBooks or Kobo program ☺ 

Happy reading and Happy Halloween!

P.S. Be sure to check out the Upcoming Books page on my website . . .there’s some pretty cool stuff coming up!

An Epic Tale

Let me tell you a story of love, fur babies, children, and cat shit.

My mother, God bless her and please let her live for another thirty years, took our three-year-old for a sleepover last night with two of his young cousins. The little man was so excited he danced around the room, and my three-year-old was pretty jazzed too. ;) 

I bragged about this turn of events all day from my workout class at 6:30am (We can’t wait to have the house to ourselves!) to the Starbucks barista who gave me a weird look as I told him about my mom taking my little guy and how excited we were to be alone in the house, to just myself, muttering under my breath that I was going to go to bed at 8pm, that the bed would be glorious, that there would be epic memories made.

To sleep for twelve hours. Oh . . . fair sleep how we have missed thee. It’s not like our three-year-old is a bad sleeper per se. He wakes up 4 or 5 nights a week in the middle of the night crying, (The 3am is your heart beating alarm is what we call it) but it’s the morning that kills me. He’s up by 6am, usually before. Every. Single. Morning. 

So this . . .boon my mother offered us was nothing short of manna from Heaven. A sleep in! Oh GOD A SLEEP IN!

My hubby and I went to bed no later than usual, right around 11pm (rebels that we are) which I thought would be fine, I’d just sleep in later. We smiled at each other, closed our eyes and started our long-awaited siesta. 

For an hour, at least. An hour into the bliss, I hear massive scratching from the cat, sounding like she’s reached the bottom of her litter box and is trying to dig her way through the bottom. As if she were Wolverine attempting to save Jean Grey on the other side. I threw a few curse words under my breath. Irritation high. Right before I got up to shake the F*^cking litter box and throw the cat outside, she stopped. Perhaps she sensed my intentions as she climbed into bed with me, promptly laid her 6lbs on my chest and went to sleep. 

I closed my eyes, following her lead. 

For maybe twenty minutes. 

There comes a crash and clatter of dog toenails on the laminate floor right outside our bedroom. The dog (who has heart problems) has gotten out of her bed and collapsed. I leap out of bed, throwing the cat off me as I race to help the dog. As I flick on the light I see she is flat on her belly, not moving. My first thought is she’s had a heart attack and died. Our girl who we love dearly, has finally left us.

Nope. Turns out it was almost worse.

She’d just got up for a midnight wander and fell like the old lady she is. Something she has NEVER done before. I get her back into bed, all the while she is licking her chops like . . .she just ate something . . .

I shut her door on her cage, locking it. Then go to investigate. The pieces come together slowly as my brain fully kicks in, waking up from sleep I was supposed to be having still. 

There is litter in a trail from the bathroom where the cat box is . . .litter that is clumped as if recently used . . .

The bomb drops inside of my brain. The cat scratching wildly from earlier? My cat apparently couldn’t get a turd to unhinge from her ass and dragged it OUTSIDE OF HER BOX AND INTO THE HALLWAY. Of course, there is no sand on laminate floor in which to cover it with hence the wild scratching. At THIS point, the old dog smelling her favorite candy only feet away, sneaks out of her bed like a naughty kid and goes to gulp them up. But being an old lady who apparently can’t see in the dark, she tumbles to the floor, then just lays there waiting for me to rescue her. 

Thoughts flash through my mind as I struggle not to gag (the dog is still licking her chops). I have a choice. I can tell my husband the true events and watch him get all pissy about cats in general, and have him grumble half the night . . . or I can say nothing. 

Really there is no decision here. I flick the light off (it’s now after 1am) and lay back in bed. The cat, thinking nothing of the events climbs back into bed with me. She’s purring away, little heathen that she is. Lucky she’s cute.

Five minutes. FIVE MINUTES OF PEACE AND QUIET. 

The dog. . .begins to gag. 

OH MY GOD SHE’S GOING TO THROW UP CAT SHIT.

Now . . .dog vomit is bad enough, but really, throwing up cat shit? I lay in bed petrified as I listen to her gag. Again, two choices. I can lay in bed and wait for it to happen, backing up my previous choice that nothing was wrong. Or I can jump up and try to get her outside, potentially getting dog vomit mixed with cat shit on my carpet. 

At least I can wash the dog bed easier is my thought and so I lay there, waiting for it to happen. For the next two hours, the dog gags and coughs, licking her lips while I wait in a state of dozing wakefulness I reserve for nights my kid is sick. 

Morning comes, I’m exhausted, hubby rolls over with a smile and a wink. “We’re still alone honey.”

“Not on your life.” I grumble as I flip the blankets off and stomp out of the room with barely five hours under my belt.

Next time, I’m sending the animals to grandma’s house and I’m keeping the kid. 

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