February Updates and Giveaway Opportunity!

Flowers, chocolates, and candy hearts aside, I hope everyone’s doing well since the last newsletter.

Couple of announcements for you guys today.

First, I am happy to announce that my short story, I.O.U. will be published in Volume 2 of If I Die Before I Wake.


That noise in the dead of night. The shadow that slips by almost unnoticed. The fear that pulverizes your sense of reasoning and pushes you deep down under seven layers of covers. There is no escaping it, and when the dark forces of the universe come after you, the world will know exactly what you are made of. Will you run? Will you fight? Maybe you’ll join forces with the darkness that rips through your quiet little life. Everyone’s dying to find out. 

Rise at Twilight narrated by the lovely, Katrina Medina, is now available on Audible!

Before I go, I’d like to share an excerpt of Storm Breaker.

Sam tried against herself to calm her pounding heart and to focus on her wolf. Lance wasn’t coming, and she refused to be a damsel in distress yet again.
Breathe, she told herself. Even though it was probably the hardest thing she had ever had to do, she closed her eyes, forcing herself to keep them closed with the shuffling of footsteps closing in, and focused.
She thought about the way she felt when she ran as her wolf and the sharpness of her senses. There was a tingle in the base of her spine, but nothing beyond that. Her wolf simply could not be summoned. Her head was too full of panic, the sensation like TV static that blocked everything else.
“Lance!” Sam wailed one more time, letting her eyes fling back open wide.
He would never abandon her, or at least, that was what Sam had told herself.
Over the course of the previous few weeks, their relationship had been strained over Clyde and Ruby. When Clyde had been transformed, though, Sam hadn’t wanted to believe that he would change. When she looked at him, she saw him for the person he used to be rather than the monster he had become.
Lance was no fan of vampires and took offense to Sam’s choice.
I’m starting to understand why, Sam thought.
As if the situation with Clyde wasn’t enough, Ruby had used her manipulation plenty of times on Lance on the mainland. Sam didn’t know the extent of what she had done, and she was afraid to ask.
Sam had learned the hard way that not only could vampires control a person—or a werewolf’s—actions, but they could control their memories too.
What if Lance forgot ever meeting her?
“Lan…ce…” Sam cried out, voice strained with the exaggerated effort.
The foliage directly before Sam began to rustle, and Sam’s fingers dug into the dirt in a last-ditch effort to pull herself free. The root continued to hold her, and she was torn between hope and fear about who lurked just on the other side of the leaves. Ruby could’ve easily made a circle just to trick Sam into thinking she was going to be saved.
Sam gave another violent tug on her ankle until the root cut into her skin. She could smell her blood in the air as Lance exploded from the foliage, Clyde right behind him. They were locked in a fight of their own, blood and scratches covering Lance and Clyde alike.
“The cross!” Lance barked at Sam, sending a frantic glance over his shoulder that nearly caused him to miss Clyde’s oncoming attack.
Sam stared a moment longer than he would’ve liked before she realized what her friend meant and dug into her pocket. The silver cross sparkled in the light, sending Clyde into a hissing fit.
Forgetting about Lance, he rushed toward her, and Lance took the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. Clyde’s face was only a few inches from her, teeth gnashing and snarling beneath his red eyes.
Sam held back the urge to cry. He’s not your friend, she reminded herself and looked up into Lance’s big, gray eyes. He is.
That was enough for her to touch the metal to the side of Clyde’s face. Clyde squealed in agony, writhing to try and break free from Lance’s grasp, but Lance didn’t budge. The sounds made Sam’s insides twist, and she kept telling herself to remove the cross, that this was Clyde, but she kept it there against herself.
He’s not your friend, she repeated her mantra.

If you like what you read, don’t forget to preorder your copy for 99 cents before it goes up to it’s regular price upon release.

Giveaway Opportunity!

The Moon Warriors
Free Until the End of the Month!

Thank you for reading! ❤

Published by Author Kayla Krantz

Proud author responsible for Dead by Morning and The Council, fascinated by the dark and macabre. Stephen King is her all time inspiration mixed in with a little bit of Eminem and some faint remnants of the works of Edgar Allen Poe. When she began writing, she started in horror but it somehow drifted into thriller. She loves the 1988 movie Heathers. She was born and raised in Michigan but traveled across the country to where she currently resides in Texas.

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