Here are my covers with the BRAND NEW LETTERING!
Thank you to Sharon Brownlie for her lovely work on the new wording on my book covers. Lilith and Fateless looked dull and tired and not very eye catching at all. It is amazing what a big difference wording, font and colour can do. Thank you very much and I urge others to seek her help. Very friendly, quick service. I had input at every stage! Thank you again! Here are my covers with the BRAND NEW LETTERING! Below you can check out the covers with their old, boring wording. It amazes me how new, better wording can change the whole cover! I Love it.
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I have been extremely lucky in recent months. One reason is due to meeting a very kind man from Norway over a year ago. So in November 2016, I decided to do something HUGE with my life. I come from a very small city in England, never even owned a passport until I was 30 years old and believed the best place I would see in my life is a very popular seaside location called Skegness (Which we little Englanders often refer to as Skegvegas). It has casinos...I mean the 2p slot machines where you can win little plastic toys and whack'a'mole for tokens. It has restaurants....I prefer the Chippy with salt an vinegar though, and those dinky doughnuts...warm...dinky...doughnuts. It has the nightlife!...maybe a few places with some good music, cheap alcohol and a 'dodge the creepy perv in the corner' vibe. But I love the place.... Until I made the huge decision to move to Norway, to do something I would never have done before. I thought I was destined to stay in England forever. I hated the thought of flying, admittedly I have now cried twice on the plane (There was a fuel leak! that was legitimate fear!), I also had the hard task of being the one who didn't know too much of the language and the culture. I didn't want those things to stop me. Separating from my partner after spending only a week or 2 together, every few months was becoming painful. And so I did it! I moved! and the experiences have been crazy and I want to share a few of my favourites. Many of the things I have seen here will be going in to my new writing project Jade Sorrows. I'm surrounded by amazing scenery and inspiration. These are some of the first things I saw once I was settled in my new home. Coming in time for Christmas was pure perfection. It is a huge family celebration for my partner's family. It will stick with me for the rest of my life no matter where it takes me. I have never seen such beauty before. And then there is Oslo and all the wonderful sights around it. It is rich in culture, full of so many different types of people and beautiful to see. My next project will feature mountains, wintry seasons, vast oceans and rough terrain in which to travel. Everything I see here fuels the imagination and the desire to write has started to come back after a long dry spell. I guess it is true when they say a change of scenery can change a person and how they see the world. After spending all my life in England and never being happy, I truly believe that I am a very different person in Norway.
Check back for more Norwegian inspirations and snippets of my writing. I can't wait to share my new projects with you. God of the Darklands is my epic fantasy WIP about Gods, Gifted mortals, Elementals and monstrous creatures. Below is the first chapter. Tell me what you think so far.....
‘In the beginning we were but a thought, a fantasy, a vision, of our true Creator, the Es Soulla, and breathed in to life, in to being.’ - Ameris, Scroll of Beginnings 1 Wrapped from head to toe in black, he became a shadow, showing only his shimmering storm-grey eyes, flashing every time a crack of lightening ravaged the grim sky. His skin ran pale, almost as grey as his irises, visible in the narrow strip of his dark mask. He pulled his cloak tight across a lean, muscled body, stopping it from flapping wildly in the wind and lowered his hood against the storm. He could smell the rotting odour of decomposing bodies and old sweat. Unwashed bodies had a sickeningly sweet smell that hung on the air, invaded the nostrils and seemed to seep in to his very pores. It was a smell he had become accustomed to over the passing months and, in truth, in all his years living in Aria it was not the worst smell he had come across. The dark clad man lowered in to a crouch and moved in a predatory crawl to the edge of the steep hillside. Darkland demons thundered far below him on a beaten trail leading away from the town of Dirra in to The Plains, their deformed, monstrous bodies encased in metal armour. A town, he thought coldly, they had devastated and destroyed. He had watched them burn poorly made huts with flickering torches, forcing families out on to the streets where they were cut down with no remorse. The men were slaughtered, children torn apart, the women raped and tormented before they were slain. The bloodbath had not lasted long. No more than a few hours. From bloodcurdling screams to heavy silence. He knew none had been left alive, there was no need to search Dirra for survivors, but he would wait until the armoured demons were a safe distance away and do what was required of him. Keeping to the shadows, the dark man walked steadily down the hill and disappeared through the smoke and fire. He checked every house, every throat of every corpse still intact, even some that were not. Once satisfied none had survived to tell the grisly tale he moved fast to pick up the stinking trail of the deformed monsters. The demons had already destroyed Meresa and Throm, and before them they had slaughtered the people of Corus and Midere. Soon all the border towns would be nothing but blackened, poisoned land. The demons would make their way to the Citadel of Morenna and the Humans, as diminished as they were, would fall easily. The demons were easy to find. The odour they left in their wake could be smelled for miles. The dark man followed them to a camp where they were resting after battle, where they feasted on the limbs of men. He watched as one tore the fingers from a hand it had brought with it from the slaughters. Blood spurted in a bright red stream across its face and a forked tongue greedily flicked out to lap it up, not wasting a single drop. Disgusted, he turned away and found a place nearby to wait. He was not allowed to end their pitiful lives, and nor did he care to expend the effort to do so. He would follow his orders, and that was all. He would watch and wait until he found survivors. That was his only mission. Finding a damp patch of grass beneath a shelter of fallen rocks, he rested, sighing at his seemingly meaningless task. In the three seasons he had been following the beasts they had left none alive. They were careful, thorough, and lusted for the slaughter. Sighing once more, he stared up at the roiling sky. Watching the way the lightening travelled across the purple-blue clouds, brightening the land in rapid bursts, and then leaving it in murky darkness. He longed to follow the storm, to chase the wind wherever it may lead. He wished for it to take him far from this poor, barren land. A place where there were lush green forests, the hum of animal life and the silken skin of women. Elf women. He preferred their willowy bodies, rich scented hair and strange coloured eyes, but in this moment he would settle for a hardened Tiberian woman, or a brash speaking Alac-Narian. Any woman to love for a few hours, to pass away the long, dark nights. The dark man closed his eyes and filled his mind with memories of the many women he had lain with over the years. He breathed in the spices of perfume and soap, remembered the feel of satin clothes slipping through his fingers as they fell to the floor. He was so immersed in his dream he nearly missed the delicate thud outside his shelter.Most would not have heard it. He did not stir. This was a sound familiar to him and he felt a small, uncommon smile twitch at the corners of his lips. “One day I will care enough to ask how you always seem to find me, Nikira.” His voice was soft, with only a slight growl at the edge of his words. “Come. Stay here with me. The night is much too cold for you to be running around alone.” Thank you for reading. If you wish to comment you can do so via the comments option or go to the contact form on the 'Contact Me!' page at the top of my website. Hope you enjoyed this piece. This is the finalized and edited opening chapter of my book Myst of Aria, the first novel in an epic-fantasy trilogy I am currently working on! I really hope you like it and would appreciate any comments/opinions. ENJOY! Wrapped from head to toe, he became a shadow, showing only his shimmering storm-grey eyes, flashing every time a crack of lightening ravaged the grim sky. His skin ran pale, almost as grey as his irises, visible in the narrow strip of his dark mask. He pulled his black cloak tight across a lean, muscled body, stopping it from flapping wildly in the wind and lowered his hood against the storm. He could smell the rotting odour of decomposing bodies and old sweat. Unwashed bodies had a sickeningly sweet smell that hung on the air, invaded the nostrils and seemed to seep in to his very pores. It was a smell he had become accustomed to over the passing months and, in truth, in all his years living in Aria it was not the worst smell he had come across. The darkly clad man lowered in to a crouch and moved in a predatory crawl to the edge of the steep hillside. Armoured demons thundered far below him on a beaten trail leading away from the town of Dirra in to The Plains. A town, he thought coldly, they had devastated and destroyed. He had watched them burn poorly made huts with flickering torches, forcing families out on to the streets where they were cut down with no remorse. The men were slaughtered, children torn apart, the women raped and tortured and slain. The bloodbath had not lasted long. No more than a few hours. From bloodcurdling screams to heavy silence. He knew none had been left alive, there was no need to search Dirra for survivors, but he would wait until the armoured demons were a safe distance away and do what was required of him. Keeping to the shadows, the dark man walked steadily down the hill and disappeared through the smoke and fire. He checked every house, every throat of every corpse still intact, even some that were not. Once satisfied none had survived to tell the grisly tale he moved fast to pick up the stinking trail of the deformed monsters. The demons had already destroyed Meresa and Throm, and before them they had slaughtered the people of Corus and Midere. Soon all the border towns would be nothing but blackened, poisoned land. The demons would make their way to the Citadel of Morenna and the Humans, as diminished as they were, would fall. The demons were easy to find. The odour they left in their wake could be smelled for miles. The dark man followed them to a camp where they were resting after battle, where they feasted on the limbs of men. He watched as one tore the fingers from a hand it had brought with it from the slaughters. Blood spurted in a bright red stream across its face and a forked tongue greedily flicked out to lap it up, not wasting a single drop. Disgusted, he turned away and found a place nearby to wait. He was not allowed to end their pitiful lives, and nor did he care to expend the effort to do so. He would follow his orders, and that was all. He would watch and wait until he found survivors. That was his only mission. Finding a damp patch of grass beneath a shelter of fallen rocks, he rested, sighing at his seemingly meaningless task. In the three seasons he had been following the beasts they had left none alive. They were careful, thorough, and lusted for the slaughter. Sighing once more, he stared up at the roiling sky. Watching the way the lightening travelled across the purple-blue clouds, brightening the land in rapid bursts, and then leaving it in murky darkness. He longed to follow the storm, to chase the wind wherever it may lead. He wished for it to take him far from this poor, barren land. To a place where there were lush green forests, the hum of animal life and the silken skin of women. Elf women. He preferred their willowy bodies, rich scented hair and strange coloured eyes, but in this moment he would settle for a hardened Tiberian woman, or a brash speaking Alac-Narian. Any woman to love for a few hours, to pass away the long, dark nights. The dark man closed his eyes and filled his mind with memories of the many women he had lain with over the years. He breathed in the spices of perfume and soap, remembered the feel of satin clothes falling to the floor. He was so immersed in his dream he nearly missed the delicate thud outside his shelter. Most would not have heard it. He did not stir. This was a sound familiar to him and he felt a small, uncommon smile twitch at the corners of his lips. “One day I will care enough to ask how you always seem to find me, Nikira,” he said. His voice was soft, with only a slight growl at the edge of his words. “Come. Stay here with me. The night is much too cold for you to be running around alone.” Fateless, Twin Soul Novels Book 2 is FREE on Amazon all this Weekend (22nd/23rd June) Go and Grab your Copy....not sure? Check out the Cover and the short Excerpt below. Drive, Annette! Lilith shouted from deep within my head. She took control of my body and pushed my foot hard on the accelerator. I was aware of movement, of rain battering the windows. We turned corners, heading home, but I could not keep my eyes open. Blood loss drained the already low reserves of strength I had. Lilith was wavering. As we slipped in and out of darkness, the car careened off the road and crashed in to a telegraph pole. Metal crumpled, bending and screeching in protest. I barely registered the impact as I was thrown violently forward, the air bag exploding in to my face, crushing my nose and knocking the last of the oxygen out of my lungs. Smoke plumed from the engine as it came to a rest, silence closing in. Annie, wake up! Lilith battered the inside of my skull. Wake up. I can’t help you like this! My hand fell away from the stab wound above my heart, blood dripping steadily down my stomach, staining my clothes. It’s alright, Lilith. It’s alright. I just need to sleep…just sleep a little. ANNIE! If you enjoyed the excerpt, Visit the links below to download your free copy and Thank You!!! Amazon UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fateless-Twin-Soul-Novels-ebook/dp/B00DB635HU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1371909564&sr=8-1&keywords=victoria+limbert Amazon COM - http://www.amazon.com/Fateless-Twin-Soul-Novels-ebook/dp/B00DB635HU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1371909615&sr=8-1&keywords=victoria+limbert Also available in a variety of other countries :) The new cover art for Lilith: Twin Soul Novels Book 1 is finally here!!! On the cover you will see Annette Anderson, my Protagonist from Twin Soul series, how I imagine her in my head when I am writing. Dark haired, dark eyes and beautiful. She sees herself as flawed, not her own person and in a state of depression while she battles the demon soul within her. What do you think? I hope you like them! I adore them. If you enjoy the books please take a few minutes to review them. Feel free to contact me via the contact form on the top of my page or leave a blog comment! Celebrating the Arrival of New Cover Art for Lilith and the release of my new book Fateless, book 2 in the Twin Soul Novels series. Both of which will happen MONDAY. The competition is INTERNATIONAL and the winners will receive FREE ebook copies of Lilith, book 1 in the Twin Soul Novels series. Fateless, Book 2 will be available on Amazon from Monday. You must be quick, the giveaway is only for 2 days! Though by no means is it required, if you have enjoyed Lilith it would be awesome if you could spare a few minutes to write a short review (and even if you didn't enjoy Lilith too!) It all helps! Below you can fill out the Rafflecopter and enjoy an excerpt of the up and coming FATELESS! Feel free to comment and let me know what you think. (If you wish to read a taste of Lilith, check out the link at the top of this page) Excerpt of Fateless, Twin Soul Novels book 2, sequel to Lilith
“Raum wants to be free of you,” I said, holding back the gut wrenching guilt I felt. “He is angry at me. I forced you both together. Calum, I’m so sorry…..” Calum turned on me, pitch black eyes glowing furiously, and threw me against the counter, grinding my back against the granite. He seized my arms as hot waves of energy pulsed between us. A shiver ran over my cool skin and I tried not to let Lilith’s power loose. “Stop apologising!” he shouted, inches from my face. “You turned me in to this monster. Deal with it!” Bewilderment widened Calum’s eyes. He staggered in to me and buried his face in to the crook of my neck, breathing in my scent as if he were a frightened animal seeking comfort from his mother. I forced myself to keep calm, to not show the slight twinge of fear I felt. He was calling on our bond to help chase away the darkness. It was a Master-Inferior thing. “Look at me, Annette,” he whispered against my throat. “I am angry all the time. I am always tired and always angry and when I’m not…Raum fills my head with ways we could pass the time together.” “He is taunting you,” I murmured. Meeting my eyes and leaning in close, Calum spoke an inch from my lips. I could almost taste the sweetness of his breath and the smoky heat of his aura. “Do you know what he wants to do to you? What he wants me to do to you?” “I have had enough experience to imagine it quite vividly.” He stared incredulously. “And it doesn’t bother you?” “Yes,” I whispered. “Of course it does.” “He wants to hurt you.” “I know.” Hope you enjoyed the teaser. Thank you for entering the giveaway! The second book in the Twin Soul Novels series is soon to be released! I am so excited. I hope its as good as the first book and I hope my readers enjoy it just as much as Lilith! Why did it have to be Michael? Of all the detectives and police officers in the city he was the one who turned up. Fate? Maybe. More likely the evil powers below were making my life difficult for shits and giggles. Or maybe God found some pleasure in throwing test after test at me. Somehow that didn’t seem right. To test me, He would have to care, and I knew he didn’t. Still, it was a twisted kind of hope. Turning to face the light footsteps of a familiar walk, I peered through the gloom and found blue eyes searching for mine. Once they met, it was hard to tear them apart. I could see his features only by the weak light of the street lamps. Slightly curled locks of hair tickled the tops of his ears. It was longer, as if he had not cut it since we last saw each other. It softened the angles of his face and took away that obvious ‘cop’ image, leaving him looking years younger. I struggled to fight back the swell of need I felt, the need to have him buried very deeply inside my body. “Unholy Lucifer, Annie! The backwash of your lust is giving me a hard-“ “Rat!” I glared at the irritating demon.“If I have to shut you up one more time…” “You will stick the barrel of your gun down my throat and silence me forever. Yeah, I get it, boss.” Though the often repeated threat didn’t stop Rat from grinning mischievously. He zipped up his jacket to cover up the fact that he carried a gun, maybe several knives and a multitude of other illegal weapons he liked to keep close. He was more paranoid than I was. “Detective Daltry,” he greeted Michael as he joined our small group. Michael glanced at Rat and then his eyes rested on Dacio. He did not look happy to see the club owner. Jealousy flashed across his features. Dacio smiled at him in what he hoped was an innocent, friendly welcome. Turning to face me, Michael spoke softly, as if we were alone. “Quite a crowd out there, Professor.” I love being a writer and everything that comes with it. The vacant expression on your face while a scene plays out behind your eyes, staring at that poor bugger opposite you on the bus because he has interesting features you would love to describe and use for a character in a book, constantly missing the last few words of every sentence when someone is talking to you because you are too busy thinking about your next plotline but....there is one thing that leaves a definate love/hate feeling deep inside my stomach... The INSISTANT calling of another book while you are fighting to finish your most recent creation! I love that my mind is swimming with ideas, plots, characters, worlds, magical powers, terrifying monsters and many, many more things, but I WISH I had a little compartment I could store them in while I finish the project I am working on. A soundproof compartment preferably. Normally I would follow my heart and listen to the screaming voice telling me to work on that new idea, that new character, that new romance scene, but I am planning the release of my second Twin Souls Novel for the end of March! 4 weeks! anyone who writes knows the pressure of an upcoming deadline. There is Beta reading, edits, contacting bloggers and a range of readers to review the book and thats not even close to what is left to do on the list! I am known for having many projects on the go, sift through my website and you will find The God of the Darklands, a trilogy I have been working on over the years (feel free to check out the excerps) I give it my spare time between work, Twin Souls, my family and my friends. I am good at multi-tasking and taking on stress, I love that feeling of nerves and excitement and fear as the deadline draws near to the release of a new book. But...there is a book I recently started working on because the idea would not shake loose. Harmlessly, I breathed life to a plot that I was sure I could put aside and work on later when I had finished Fateless, the second book in the Twin Soul Series. I was foolish! How could I have not known what I was getting in to?! And so I have been working on a story that has consumed far more of my time then I ever intended and I want to share with you a short excerpt to find out what you think. The few people I have shown snippets to are very excited. So meet Jade... "I was born Jade Heartbearer, daughter of Enya and Anick, but that was before my life was torn to shreds" I stared at my reflection in the mirror and wondered if light would ever shine in my eyes the way it once did. As my mother's did before she was murdered and taken from this world. The chestnut brown of my irises had glittered with flecks of green. Now they were dull and dark, emotionless. The smile at my full lips appeared genuine; it hid the sorrow that punished me night and day. Dark hair was piled on my head in irksome curls, cascading down my shoulders to flow over the silk that wrapped around my body. The little flowers woven in to my hair insisted on grazing my ears irritatingly. I resisted the urge to scratch them, or rip them from my head. This evening I had a part to play. It wasn’t the usual type of Assassin work I was accustomed to but it was a means to an end. The end of a life. I'M BACK!!!!!I never would have believed that losing the internet for a week would have driven me to insanity. As a writer I have always been a fan of books, pen and paper and all that good old fashioned stuff. I mean, I thought I would love to live in the Victorian era or in the Middle Ages. But no....the loss of internet and everything it offers from socialising and networking to marketing and Googling, rendered me useless.
AND THE BOREDOM! The boredom can not be described! On a positive note it did force me to address some issues in my new book Fateless, The sequel to Lilith, in the Twin Soul Novels series. Having no internet meant there were no distractions while editing my ...what?...third draft, which has undergone alot of changes and I am slowling coming round to liking what I have written. So I am going to share some with you all and hope you enjoy it. Feel free to comment, even if it is just to pick out a grammar/spelling error. For those of you who have read Lilith, you will remember Calum, the young university student who found himself mixed up in a whole lot of trouble with some seriously disturbed demons. In this piece we glimpse what his life is like with his very own demon soul. ENJOY!! Fateless : “Calum?” I whispered gently. The demon turned towards me and for a second it was human, the young man I knew. It did not last long. The demon enfolding his human soul took over. Spittle dripped from his mouth. Sharpened teeth grew until its lips could no longer hold them back and they were forced to curl over, splitting them open. Blood ran in rivulets down his chin to stain the glossy feathers covering his chest and stomach. “Raum,” I said his name firmly. Crow eyes found mine and narrowed. His head was free of feathers; leaving raw looking skin exposed to the cold elements of the surface. He stood in a fluid movement, gripping the granite breakfast bar with sharp talons, gouging chunks out of the counter with a sickening screech that sent my nerves ringing. “You must stop this and relinquish your hold on Calum. You know it won’t last.” “Yet, here I am. Here I have been all night.” I held out my hand, gesturing to the sore state of his head. “And look what it’s doing to you. This fight for control is only hurting you further. He will never stop challenging you, trust me.” “Trust is a human concept.” “Either way, I speak the truth. Your time in control of the boy becomes shorter and shorter as the days pass.” “He relies on you to call on his humanity,” said Raum with a flashing glint of malice in those black eyes. “I kill you and he will have nothing to hold on to in this world. He will be mine.” “Don’t be so sure.” Even though I poured confidence in to my voice I still took a step backwards. I was unarmed and the only thing between us was a sofa. If it came to a fight I needed enough of a head start to get to a gun. Wounding him would be enough to call Calum back; I had done it before....if I could make it to the bedroom in time. Lilith appeared in my mind, her voluptuous body naked and throbbing with power. Firm breasts gave way to a slim waist and heavy hips, golden hair cascaded over one shoulder and large blue eyes consumed most of her face. She was beautiful and terrifying; a Goddess from your most pleasurable dreams and your worst nightmares. I didn’t realise, until I heard Raum’s sharp intake of breath, that she had called enough power to become visible. His eyes, though angry, were heated and distracted. Lilith, what are you doing? You need to bring him under control, she said. I am not having sex with Calum. She rolled our eyes, Raum is not Calum. I gave her impatient thoughts. Raum exists within Calum’s body. I won’t force this on him. I doubt he would mind. No, Lilith. |
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