Friday, December 16, 2022

Retiring this blog

 In the interest of streamlining, I'm retiring this blog. All new book releases info (there have been a couple) will be on Facebook for now.

Book info you might have missed (sugar fairy adventure, goblin general) are on FB.

The email autumndawn@autumndawnbooks has been retired, so if I've missed any comments here, message me on FB.

 https://www.facebook.com/autumn.dawn.18

Saturday, August 6, 2022

Friday, August 5, 2022

The Ice Giant's Housekeeper is live at Smashwords!

 The Ice Giant's Housekeeper is live at Smashwords!

Copy and paste into the browser: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1159320

Thursday, August 4, 2022

The Ice Giant's Housekeeper


 

The Convergence had changed their world. Years ago, Earth and the fabled elven world had melded, causing earthquakes, raising sunken islands and unleashing monsters. The catastrophic disaster disrupted every facet of transportation, agriculture and caused widespread death. When the shaken citizens of both worlds finally sorted things out, roads got fixed, farms and factories started to produce, and oil and natural gas once more fueled the nations. The world ran on a mix of magic and science, allowing dragons to rule the skies and satellites to dominate space.

These days, resources were focused on infrastructure, communications, manufacture and monster control. Meat and animal products were especially rationed. It took a lot of manpower to protect herds of animals and helpless, delicious chickens from hungry monsters. WW2 memorabilia and rationing posters were back in circulation, as people were encouraged to “grow your own” and “have a monster garden”. Etsy sold framed posters of Rosie the Riveter, people were encouraged to “make do and mend”, and homemaking was a full-time job again…

Which is why Hakon and his brothers were struggling. Women were naturally superior at homemaking; at least Fern thought so.

Fern served the perfect frost giant family, until a disaster forces her to find a new home. Turned out another family was in need of a live-in housekeeper. It’s not exactly a dream job.

He needed a cook. Maybe someone to clean house. The little human seemed like a good idea, but it was tricky keeping her alive.

He needed a housekeeper. She needed a home.

Fern’s apartment is wreaked by monsters and she’s fired the next day. With nowhere to go, she’s grateful to accept any job...even if it’s working for a family of ice giant bachelors. They’re nice enough, if dreadful slobs. Thankfully, it’s nothing a fire hose and elbow grease won’t clean.

A member of Fire & Rescue, Hakon doesn’t have time to breathe, much less clean. Not only is the new housekeeper a talented cook, she makes his house a home. She also comes with unexpected magical talents...

American pie and monsters. Ice giant cattle ranchers and goblin bankers. Murderously protective magical geese and a very talented housekeeper.

 .....

 

I have cover and a blurb. Working on the innards now. Hope to upload in a few days.

 

Wednesday, February 9, 2022

Goblins! Perfectly describes. One of my favorite scenes.

 May be an image of text that says 'Me: *breaks enemy's neck to conserve ammo* Everyone else at laser tag:'

Hakon pulled up to the curb to let Fern out. “Meet me at the hardware store when you’re done,” he said, pointing down the block. He’d decided it would be easiest if Fern set up an account with their bank so he could transfer money for household expenses to a card for her. Hall would be in charge of watching the account, but it would make it easier for her to do the household shopping.

On the outside, Goblin Gold looked like a mundane bank. Built of gray stone blocks, it rose two stories and had a red and gilt sign. The doors were ornate, solid steel, and there were no windows on the first floor.

Inside was well lit with skylights and soft LED. The floor was polished tile, the counters sleek and modern. There were comfortable chairs by a fish tank in a waiting area, plus a small kids space. Fern played on her phone as she waited in line to turn in her paperwork, slightly bored.

This is a stickup! Hand over your money!”

Fern gasped and froze, her attention on the man waving a gun wildly in front of her. Was this a joke? This couldn’t be a real robbery!

Sir, please, put the gun down,” the female goblin behind the Plexiglas barrier said calmly. She had blue gray skin and pointed ears with multiple piercings, her hair intricately braided away from her carefully made up face. Her eyes were bulging and orange.

Listen, bitch!” The scruffy human robber, whose red eyes were probably due to narcotics, stuck the gun in the goblin’s face through the gap in the Plexiglas. “I said...ahh!” His sudden scream made Fern jump. Twin guillotines shot out of the sides of the gap, slicing off the man’s hand. Blood sprayed all over the bullet proof glass that dropped down to protect the teller. Still holding the gun, the hand fell through a hole in the counter. A window opened in the glass, showing the hand as it was vacuum packed and time stamped before being whisked away.

Someone puked.

Goblins in dark uniforms came and whisked the man away. He was crying and clutching his dripping arm. A blood trail followed him out.

The intercom came on. A soothing female voice announced, “Sorry for the disturbance, dear customers. Police are on their way. As you can see, your money is safe at Goblin Gold.”

A stooped janitor in a tan uniform showed up with a steam mop and cleaned the bloody floor. His expression was utterly bored.

While Fern was still gaping, an automated spray shot out and cleaned the blood off the counter with a robotic squeegee. Now clean, the barrier slid away.

The teller smiled at Fern, who was next in line, the customer in front of her having taken his squishy stomach to the bathroom. “I can help you,” the goblin said, friendly and understanding.

Fern gulped. She reached gingerly in her purse and pushed the papers over the counter, using just her fingertips to nudge them close to the teller. This close, she could see the dark slits in the counter where guillotines lurked.

Thank you,” the woman said, distracting Fern from grisly contemplation. “I’ll need two forms of ID, please.”


***

Hakon took in Fern’ wide eyes and pale face. After hearing her story, he swore. “Sorry about that...but on the bright side, you can see why we prefer that bank. It’s very secure, and the banking app is easy to use.”

Fern stared at him.

Right,” he said briskly, quickly completing his purchase. “Time to go home.”

 

Monday, February 7, 2022

So, I accidently started something with Winter Frost.

 


Winter Frost was never intended to be more than a short story. It was my release valve, the thing that let me breathe. Readers, however. You readers. It's been very well received. Probably because this last year has been full of grief, and we all needed someone to pop the lid off that pressure cooker.

Maybe also because I put the best, and some of the worst, of the women in my family in there. Ria is a mix of the best of the best, the kind of woman we wish we could be. She was inspired by real people living hard things, and she triumphed, even though she lost everything.

But maybe not everything. Because of you, she'll crawl out of those ashes and live. Ria will be a part of my frost giant's lives. Now, because you're invested, I have to continue her story.

Here's a piece of Ria in Greenleaf Snow Angel Plum/Mother of Ice and Frost (haven't decided on title).

Excerpt:

The next morning at breakfast Viggo said, “I’m thinking about teaching Ria to drive.”

Garth grunted at him and kept on eating potatoes and sausage.

I heard Bob the barkeeper is looking for a car for her.”

Fern glanced at the boys as she pulled biscuits from the oven. She’d heard all about Ria. The girl had lived in the same apartment building as Fern. She’d escaped with her grandma and grown a giant pumpkin in an old wheat field. With the community’s help, they’d turned the pumpkin shell into a home for the teen and her sickly grandmother. It was the talk of the town.

Fern hadn’t known the girl was a mage. She wondered if Viggo liked her. He was certainly checking up on her a lot.

It was Frode who asked, “Is she your girlfriend?”

Viggo looked at him seriously. “No, but she needs help. Everyone’s keeping an eye on her, because it’s just her and her grandma, who’s sick. She’s got dementia, and that’s rough. They don’t have much money, and Ria still has to go to school.”

Hakon smiled approvingly. “That’s my brother.” He looked at Frode. “We take care of our neighbors.”

Frode wrinkled his forehead. “But she’s not a neighbor.”

Your neighbor is anyone who needs you, squirt,” Viggo said condescendingly. “Besides, Garth’s the one who likes her.”

Garth choked, then glared at his brother.

Viggo gave him a cheeky grin as he got up to fetch the biscuits.

Does she need anything? Should I send some biscuits for her? Milk?” Fern looked around, wondering what else she should send.

I think they’re pretty good on groceries, but you could send a couple of biscuits and a jar of honey, maybe. She eats like a bird,” Viggo said thoughtfully. “Also, the neighbors keep sending food. Everyone likes her, and they want to get a look inside her pumpkin. It’s pretty cool. She grew her own furniture and stuff.”

Take some pictures next time you’re there,” Hakon suggested. “Fern will like that.”

Why don’t I just bring her along?” Viggo suggested. “You said you needed some ingredients, right, Fern? Nuts for the cookies and toffee you talked about?”

Everyone perked up. Dessert was serious business.

I guess I could.” She glanced at Hakon to see if he objected. It wasn’t exactly excellent use of her time to buy single ingredients on a weekday.

Good idea!” he said enthusiastically. “Take your time and buy some clothes, too. You haven’t replaced all the things you lost.”

She’d picked up a couple of things from the bulk store when she’d gone shopping that first day, but he was right. “I guess I could do some early grocery shopping.”

Yeah, then we don’t have to,” Viggo muttered under his breath, relived. Clearly, he was not a shopper.

Suddenly, everyone had a list.

What about school? I thought it was an in person day,” Fern said as she got her things ready.

We’ll just do the online assignments. We can catch up with our friends later,” Viggo said.

Garth didn’t object.


Fern stared sadly at the ruble that was once her home. She hadn’t seen it since she’d moved in with Hakon’s family, and it was heartbreaking. She’d just paid her rent for the month, too.

There was a lawsuit, so maybe she’d get her deposit back one day. There was no point in digging through the rubble, though. Her things hadn’t been valuable, and were long gone.

Garth nudged her, distracting her from her sadness. “Ria’s place is coming up. It’s pretty cool.”

Ria lived a couple of blocks from the wreck of their apartment. Her pumpkin house sat on the edge of a wheat field, a puff of smoke emerging from the pumpkin’s stem. A vine curled charmingly around the pumpkin, and as they got closer, Fern saw it was a gutter to collect water.

A path of trampled snow led to the front door, which someone had snow-blown, and there was plowed parking right next to it. The neighbors really were taking care of them.

The pumpkin door opened at Viggo’s knock and hearty hello!


Saturday, January 1, 2022