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When Gods Die

Thanksgiving is a day celebrated in America, commemorating the feast the Puritans gave themselves in thanks to their god for his grace in allowing them to survive their first year in the New World. Legend has it that the prior winter had been bitter and many of their number had succumbed. Legend also has it that the Native peoples attended this feast to celebrate their friendship with their new neighbors.

It’s all lies, of course. Just another example of America’s penchant for whitewashing her history. The Puritans murdered the Natives because they were “heathens” and thus an abomination in the eyes of their god.

Today, Thanksgiving is a holiday for people to celebrate their families and friends by breaking bread together and having a grand old time in each other’s company while doing so.

My Thanksgiving holiday sucked, thank you. There were several reasons for that but the main one is my family continues to blithely ignore my physical failings, leaving me out of a yearly ritual that’s supposed to bring a sense of belonging and joy. I have cataracts–not a bad case–but I can’t see well enough to drive at night. In the winter months, when days are short, I have to leave by a certain time to get back to my house before it gets dark. If the food is not on the table by a certain time #2, I can’t partake. This year, my niece had planned to bring a dish that I love, one her father… Continue reading

More On The Underground Book Promotion

Tired of me flogging my book yet? Too bad. Lots more to come.

So–on November 11 at 10 AM Eastern, I’m featured on the Goddess Talks podcast talking about–wait for it–The Underground. It’s live, so you can hear me hem and haw and otherwise fuck up when I get asked an uncomfortable question. Not really. I’m pretty good at answering those. Guess all those years of public speaking were good for something.

If you can make it (it’s a holiday in the U.S. and you won’t be working so there’s no reason why you can’t) here’s the access info:

Join TalkShoe Meeting: https://talkshoe.com/show/goddess-talks-with-authors-kristy-denice-bock-and-raven-starr One tap mobile: +1 605-562-0444,,8061356# Dial-in using your phone: United States – Midwest: +1 605-562-0444 Show ID: 8061356

And I’ve got a virtual blog tour also starting on November 11 and running through the first week of December. For those of you who don’t know, a vbt is a promotional tool that replaces the fly-around-the-country book signing tours that authors–some authors, anyway–used to get from their publishers. Vbts are far more affordable (duh!) and without the exhaustion and jet lag. And, of course, you can book as many vbts with as many companies as you like. I know a few brave souls who put together tours without help but I’ve been told that unless you have LOTS of time and LOTS of patience–and I have neither–pay for it.

Here’s that schedule:

November 11 Booklikes
http://roxannerhoads.booklikes.com

November 12 Fang-tastic Books  (Guest Blog)
http://fang-tasticbooks.blogspot.com

November 13 Paranormalists
https://paranormalists.blogspot.com/

November… Continue reading

Sittin’ Around Bullshittin’

Editing The Moreva of Astoreth–still. Jesus fucking christ. The pages look as if they’ve been dipped in pee. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, it would have been blue pencil. Anyway, it’d have been nice if Adobe had used a different color, one that didn’t look so much like body waste. Like a nice magenta. Or even green. And just think–once I’ve finished the edits, I have to input them into the ms in Word. Yeah, I know I can directly edit the Adobe version, but I didn’t create it and it wasn’t shared. So I have to do it the hard way.

My new desk chairs are fabulous! The old ones were cheap and worn out. The height adjustment thingie didn’t work anymore, I had to roll up a towel and put it behind me for back support, ugh. Now I’m at the right height for working at the computer. My back doesn’t hurt when I stand up. Of course, it would help if I didn’t sit at the desk so much, but I forget and only get up when my ass starts hurting.

I got one of those Happy Lights. How come I ain’t happy? REFUND!!! No, seriously. I’ve been using it while I work–day job stuff, because it won’t fit on my personal desk. Too much shit lying around. The lack of available outlets on this side of the room is also a problem. So is it working? Well, I really can’t tell… Continue reading

Winter’s Coming. Gaah.

Gawd, I hate winter. It’s dark, cold, and it makes me wish I was dead. We won’t even talk about snow. I have gait problems as it is, and when snow turns to ice, that’s it for me. I ain’t goin’ nowhere.

And it’s November. Fuck.

So The Underground received a very nice 5-star editorial review from Literary Titan (link at the bottom). On Amazon, it has 11 reviews and is holding at 4 stars. That’s pretty much the same as the prior version of the book. Not that I expected it to change much. But it’s funny–since its first incarnation, readers have either loved The Underground or hated it. I can see why some would hate it. The story deals with some pretty dark subjects, as I wrote in my little essay. Some readers can’t deal with the sex. Yes, the story drips with it and some find that to be a problem but others find the sex to be too rough (one reader called it “nasty sex.” Isn’t that cute?). For still others, the two scenes that depict rape and the one where the person being raped had been abused as a child was too much. The four points of view present problems for some readers. From the comments, it confuses them. Maybe they’re not used to reading more than one point of view? Or, maybe it’s while the story proceeds in a linear fashion it develops from different points of view which they might not be able… Continue reading

Wonder Woman’s Real Name Is Zelena

Here’s the cover for my book, The Final Victim, which I haven’t written yet. Hopefully, I’ll get to it soon and have it finished by February.

Zelena is an incredible designer. She can take my garbled suggestions and turn them into something bold and eye-catching–like she did here. I’m so glad I hooked up with her!

It’s Over. It’s Finally Over.

This has been the week from hell. It feels like last Monday happened sometime last year. In fact, I don’t even remember what happened last Monday.

It seemed things just…fell apart. Me, my dog, my house–everything. Was supposed to have a dental appointment, one that keeps getting rescheduled for one reason or another. So I get into my truck and see that a cable or something has come loose from whatever it is it was supposed to be attached to and now one end is lying on the floor. And I smell gasoline. Well hell, I sure wasn’t going to go barreling down the highway with cables dangling and the smell of gas assaulting my nostrils.

Then Daisy collapses. Repeatedly. The arthritis in her hips and knees is worsening, which is not surprising, given her age. I took her in for k-laser treatment last week but it didn’t seem to last, so I called the vet and said she needed the shots, too. I bought the laser/shots package and she had her first injection the other day. The two together really do help. She collapsed today but that was because she went for a walk in the backyard and it was too much for her. I’m sad she collapsed but the fact she felt confident to walk that far is heartening.

I sold one of my jewelry watches on ebay, the 18K gold and diamond one. Went for a paltry $900, which is really paltry considering what I paid for… Continue reading

The Moreva of Astoreth

Okay, so we now have a new cover for The Moreva of Astoreth. At least I don’t have to go through the bs of relaunch because of a simple title change.

This was my vision all along. I nixed it with the first designer because I listened to another’s opinion and I shouldn’t have. The second design was closer, but the guy took my suggestions with pretty much a grain of salt and just did whatever the fuck he wanted.

This, though–this is IT. Exactly.

I think it’s funny I had to go all the way to Eastern Europe to find someone who understood what I was talking about when I said I wanted the female figure to have “black girl hair.”

Edited: Actually, this is the fourth cover. I forgot about the first one–an outfit in England designed it. Just awful. I can’t believe I paid for that shit.

Ciao.

book cover

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That is all.

Ciao.

Gimme A Lift

Was looking through my past posts for no particular reason and came to the realization that jesus fuck! I’m such a Debbie Downer!

Some of it I can’t help. My brain sometimes throws me out of the car and roars off, leaving me in some pretty dark places. Sometimes? It’s been doing that a whole helluva lot for a helluva long time. Maybe I should start a private blog? Pour out my anguish in secret? Or should I keep doing what I’m doing, baring my dysfunctional mind and soul for all the world to see?

Well, I don’t have time to think about that right now. I’m going to be up all night as it is doing day job stuff. So I leave you with something that’ll maybe cheer me up: The new cover for Invasion.

Ciao.

Cover Reveal!

Okay, this is gonna be quick ’cause I’m under deadline for the day job. I’ve got just over 7 hours to finish this article. That may sound like a lot of time, but trust me–it isn’t.

I posted some time ago that I was working on revamping my published books. Re-editing and new covers. So I now have the new cover for The Underground. I’m hoping this one will pique the interest of convention-goers more than the earlier covers, as well as those folks shopping online. Anyway, I’m liking this cover a lot. More dynamic than the others. The way the skyline is tilted lends a sense of urgency, suggesting there’s some serious shit going down in Seattle. Of course, the fact everything’s on fire helps. The werewolf and the woman (Melera, the interstellar assassin) are obviously a team and their pose implies a physical relationship between them. Hmm. If you fuck a werewolf while he’s in wolf form, does that count as bestiality? Heh-heh.

You know, this is one of the upsides of self-publishing. If something isn’t working, I can pull the book and fix it. Can’t do that in traditional publishing. Once it’s done, it’s gone.