K.A. Meng's Blog
May 1, 2019
#TwitterTales April 2019
Hello! Another month has gone by. I am sorry I got a little busy and didn't post the last #TwitterTales for April 2019. I just posted it on Tuesday. Here is the whole story just in case you missed it:
Gabby rolled down her window and stared at the sign, pointing the way to the mine. Her car wouldn't fit on the road. She would have to hike to get to the top. Before she could do anything, her phone rang. Her ex-husband was calling her."How did you get this number?" she answered, her voice filled with venom. She had kept it from him."Don't be like that Gabs. Our kids are worried. You quit your job. Where are you?" Ron asked."MYODB.""What?""Figure it out." Click.Ron called again, and Gabby turned her cell off. She didn't want to deal with him right now. She sighed and maneuvered her car to the side of the road. After climbing out, she dug in the back for her gear. Was she crazy for doing this?Gabby took the piece of paper out with instructions to get to the copper mine. Follow the trail all the way up the mountain. A map displayed the mine. She had paid for a week to prospect but finding copper here wasn't her real goal.Gabby was tired after the long hike. Sweat rolled down her back. She pulled out her map and checked where she needed to go. According to a couple of locals, the second mine was haunted. She took a swig of water before heading there.Once she got to the entrance, Gabby called, "Hello?" She wasn't expecting any type of response, not like a ghost would answer and go boo.A loan moan sounded from deep within the cave.Just the wind Gabby hoped. Just the wind."Ooooohhhh."Gabby called, "Is anyone there?" When no answered, she went deeper into the cave. After walking for a bit, the path forked. She pulled out her map. reading it with a flashlight. The left tunnel was marked with danger. She went that way."Ooooohhhh.""Hello? I'm here to help." Gabby stopped walking and listened."Go back," echoed in the walls."Please come out." Her heart was in her throat."Look lady." A man appeared. "This is my tunnel." Maybe next time she'll help a ghost.Gabby didn't find any ghosts at the mine. Maybe she will find them somewhere else. #TwitterTales May 2019 sneak peak:
Gabby drove into the town of Gary. From the stories she read online, this was where she would meet a ghost, and hopefully help them move on. Even the undead deserve to live in peace. Would they be the undead? Or just spooks? Ghosts first.For more of this story or by other authors search for #TwitterTales on Twitter. We post every Thursday and Friday. -K.A.
Gabby rolled down her window and stared at the sign, pointing the way to the mine. Her car wouldn't fit on the road. She would have to hike to get to the top. Before she could do anything, her phone rang. Her ex-husband was calling her."How did you get this number?" she answered, her voice filled with venom. She had kept it from him."Don't be like that Gabs. Our kids are worried. You quit your job. Where are you?" Ron asked."MYODB.""What?""Figure it out." Click.Ron called again, and Gabby turned her cell off. She didn't want to deal with him right now. She sighed and maneuvered her car to the side of the road. After climbing out, she dug in the back for her gear. Was she crazy for doing this?Gabby took the piece of paper out with instructions to get to the copper mine. Follow the trail all the way up the mountain. A map displayed the mine. She had paid for a week to prospect but finding copper here wasn't her real goal.Gabby was tired after the long hike. Sweat rolled down her back. She pulled out her map and checked where she needed to go. According to a couple of locals, the second mine was haunted. She took a swig of water before heading there.Once she got to the entrance, Gabby called, "Hello?" She wasn't expecting any type of response, not like a ghost would answer and go boo.A loan moan sounded from deep within the cave.Just the wind Gabby hoped. Just the wind."Ooooohhhh."Gabby called, "Is anyone there?" When no answered, she went deeper into the cave. After walking for a bit, the path forked. She pulled out her map. reading it with a flashlight. The left tunnel was marked with danger. She went that way."Ooooohhhh.""Hello? I'm here to help." Gabby stopped walking and listened."Go back," echoed in the walls."Please come out." Her heart was in her throat."Look lady." A man appeared. "This is my tunnel." Maybe next time she'll help a ghost.Gabby didn't find any ghosts at the mine. Maybe she will find them somewhere else. #TwitterTales May 2019 sneak peak:Gabby drove into the town of Gary. From the stories she read online, this was where she would meet a ghost, and hopefully help them move on. Even the undead deserve to live in peace. Would they be the undead? Or just spooks? Ghosts first.For more of this story or by other authors search for #TwitterTales on Twitter. We post every Thursday and Friday. -K.A.
April 1, 2019
TwitterTales March 2019
Here is another month of #TwitterTales. Have you heard of it? I share a short story on Twitter every Thursday and Friday. If you search for #TwitterTales and me (@kamengauthor), you can find my stories. Here is my March 2019 #TwitterTales: 
Gabby stood on the edge of the rocks looking down at the rushing waterfall. If she jumped, she could end everything now and be free. She would no longer have to deal with all the drama associated with her life, her husband, her children.Her husband traded her in for a younger model. He had sent her divorce papers right before they were supposed to go on vacation together. Gabby didn't see this coming, but the more she thought the more she realized the signs were there.Her hubby didn't pay any attention to her. He had "business meetings" every night. He dyed the gray from his hair. Why did she suggest going on a vacation to salvage their marriage to a guy who had left it? Would he care if she jumped?Gabby gripped the divorce papers. Her husband had given her the sheets before their flight. He said he wasn't going and nothing she did could change his mind. He cancelled his ticket. She changed hers to the last available to here.Gabby edged closer to the end of the rock she stood on. The foam created when the waterfall met the river covered the view of any possible rocks. If she jumped off, would she drown, or would she be skewered? She lifted her arms and let...And then she opened her hand. Her signed divorce papers floated down, disappearing in the foam. If her husband wanted the sheets, he could take a flying leap off this cliff and get them. She texted her soon to be ex those exact words."What? Why did you throw our papers? Where are you?" her husband texted and then he phoned her."Yes?" she answered nonchalant.He asked his previous questions."Ron, you traded me in for a newer model who will be old like me in ten years."Ron tried to speak, but Gabby wouldn't let him. "How do you think you'll feel when your new lady, who is old enough to be our daughter, leaves you? You will not come crawling back to me. Goodbye, Ron." Gabby hung up.Ron called her again.Gabby tossed her cell. Her kids were grown-up, and she would contact them later. She needed to find her own happiness and not let one single moment of sadness define the rest of her life. She could help others understand this too.Please get help if you are upset. Call someone. If you live in the USA call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. Don't judge this moment on your whole life. Don't let your story end. If you want more stories, research other author's stories. #TwitterTales on Twitter.Here is a sneak peek of my April 2019 #TwitterTales:Gabby rolled down her window and stared at the sign, pointing the way to the mine. Her car wouldn't fit on the road. She would have to hike to get to the top. Before she could do anything, her phone rang. Her ex-husband was calling her.Are you glad to see Gabby back? I wanted to write more with her.
Gabby stood on the edge of the rocks looking down at the rushing waterfall. If she jumped, she could end everything now and be free. She would no longer have to deal with all the drama associated with her life, her husband, her children.Her husband traded her in for a younger model. He had sent her divorce papers right before they were supposed to go on vacation together. Gabby didn't see this coming, but the more she thought the more she realized the signs were there.Her hubby didn't pay any attention to her. He had "business meetings" every night. He dyed the gray from his hair. Why did she suggest going on a vacation to salvage their marriage to a guy who had left it? Would he care if she jumped?Gabby gripped the divorce papers. Her husband had given her the sheets before their flight. He said he wasn't going and nothing she did could change his mind. He cancelled his ticket. She changed hers to the last available to here.Gabby edged closer to the end of the rock she stood on. The foam created when the waterfall met the river covered the view of any possible rocks. If she jumped off, would she drown, or would she be skewered? She lifted her arms and let...And then she opened her hand. Her signed divorce papers floated down, disappearing in the foam. If her husband wanted the sheets, he could take a flying leap off this cliff and get them. She texted her soon to be ex those exact words."What? Why did you throw our papers? Where are you?" her husband texted and then he phoned her."Yes?" she answered nonchalant.He asked his previous questions."Ron, you traded me in for a newer model who will be old like me in ten years."Ron tried to speak, but Gabby wouldn't let him. "How do you think you'll feel when your new lady, who is old enough to be our daughter, leaves you? You will not come crawling back to me. Goodbye, Ron." Gabby hung up.Ron called her again.Gabby tossed her cell. Her kids were grown-up, and she would contact them later. She needed to find her own happiness and not let one single moment of sadness define the rest of her life. She could help others understand this too.Please get help if you are upset. Call someone. If you live in the USA call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. Don't judge this moment on your whole life. Don't let your story end. If you want more stories, research other author's stories. #TwitterTales on Twitter.Here is a sneak peek of my April 2019 #TwitterTales:Gabby rolled down her window and stared at the sign, pointing the way to the mine. Her car wouldn't fit on the road. She would have to hike to get to the top. Before she could do anything, her phone rang. Her ex-husband was calling her.Are you glad to see Gabby back? I wanted to write more with her.
March 6, 2019
Cover Reveal: Labor Day Weekend Massacre
I am so happy to reveal the cover for my latest work. I hope to have it release this month.
March 1, 2019
#TwitterTales February 2019
Another month has come and once again I am sharing my #TwitterTales story. Have you heard of #TwitterTales?Every Thursday and Friday I post part of a story based on a single image for the whole month on Twitter with the hashtag TwitterTales. You can read it there and check out every installment. It is a lot of fun. Here is February 2019:
Rob stared at his monitor and sipped his black coffee. Real men drank the tar this way. None of the creamer or junk added.His job was simple, watch the track and make sure the blips (the trains) didn't run into each other. One disappeared.Rob took another sip and tapped on the screen. The train hadn't reappeared. It couldn't disappear. He took out his walkie and called the guy patrolling that part, "Rog, can you check track four for train 313? The sensor must be down.""Will do. I should be there in fifteen. Should we turn off the tracks?""Not yet. The train will need a good thirty minutes until it is anywhere it can hit another even if it headed back before I called you.""Okay, over and out." Rog let go of the button. He turned to his partner, "Are you ready to go for a ride?""Always," Kat asked. She already hopped into their vehicle. They'd run the truck on the tracks and be safe if they didn't run into a train.Rog steered onto the tracks and drove to the area, but nothing was here.Kat climbed out and stared at the ceiling. "Wow." This section was like a cathedral, stained glass windows and archways.As Rog was about to give the history, a light shined at the end of the tunnel. He got back in the truck and drove it onto the platform. After he climbed out, he waited for the steady thumping of wheels against the track for a coming train, but no sound came."Let's check the light out. Be careful of the hot tracks."They reached the light, and Kat asked, "Is there a train?" She shielded her eyes."This track has a curve. A train couldn't fit.""What should we do?""Let's check it out." Rog closed his eyes and kept walking until he stepped thru a veil.Train 313 lay on its side, and the passengers climbed out in a daze. Buildings were destroyed and nothing looked like the New York City.Rog spotted a newspaper. World Destroyed read the first headline. He had ten years to fix everything.Search for #TwitterTales and @kamengauthor on Twitter to read my short story for March 2019. Here is a sneak peek.Gabby stood on the edge of the rocks looking down at the rushing waterfall. If she jumped, she could end everything now and be free. She would no longer have to deal with all the drama associated with her life, her husband, her children.
Rob stared at his monitor and sipped his black coffee. Real men drank the tar this way. None of the creamer or junk added.His job was simple, watch the track and make sure the blips (the trains) didn't run into each other. One disappeared.Rob took another sip and tapped on the screen. The train hadn't reappeared. It couldn't disappear. He took out his walkie and called the guy patrolling that part, "Rog, can you check track four for train 313? The sensor must be down.""Will do. I should be there in fifteen. Should we turn off the tracks?""Not yet. The train will need a good thirty minutes until it is anywhere it can hit another even if it headed back before I called you.""Okay, over and out." Rog let go of the button. He turned to his partner, "Are you ready to go for a ride?""Always," Kat asked. She already hopped into their vehicle. They'd run the truck on the tracks and be safe if they didn't run into a train.Rog steered onto the tracks and drove to the area, but nothing was here.Kat climbed out and stared at the ceiling. "Wow." This section was like a cathedral, stained glass windows and archways.As Rog was about to give the history, a light shined at the end of the tunnel. He got back in the truck and drove it onto the platform. After he climbed out, he waited for the steady thumping of wheels against the track for a coming train, but no sound came."Let's check the light out. Be careful of the hot tracks."They reached the light, and Kat asked, "Is there a train?" She shielded her eyes."This track has a curve. A train couldn't fit.""What should we do?""Let's check it out." Rog closed his eyes and kept walking until he stepped thru a veil.Train 313 lay on its side, and the passengers climbed out in a daze. Buildings were destroyed and nothing looked like the New York City.Rog spotted a newspaper. World Destroyed read the first headline. He had ten years to fix everything.Search for #TwitterTales and @kamengauthor on Twitter to read my short story for March 2019. Here is a sneak peek.Gabby stood on the edge of the rocks looking down at the rushing waterfall. If she jumped, she could end everything now and be free. She would no longer have to deal with all the drama associated with her life, her husband, her children.
January 31, 2019
#TwitterTales January 2019
Welcome to another month of #TwitterTales. Have you heard of it? I write a short story based on an image every month. I post it every Thursday and Friday on Twitter with the #TwitterTales. By the end of the month, I have a complete story. Here is January 2019 based on this image:
"You need to leave. I'll stay behind and work the lighthouse," Merv said."But the storm," his boss said. The sky darkened and the ocean churned. If the boat didn't leave soon, those on there wouldn't get out alive."Don't worry. I got this."The boat became a speck on the horizon. His friends would be safe, and now he had a job to do.Merv hurried inside and flipped the switch. No light came on. He ran to turn the generator on and slid over the ledge and into the ocean.The ocean pulled him out further. Merv didn't dare fight against her since she was strong and vast but could be gentle when she wanted to be.His lungs burned with need for oxygen. He couldn't do anything until the right moment. His moment never came. Instead, his vision faded to black. He awoke sometime later on the beach. The storm was rampaging."The lighthouse," he said after his scrambled thoughts collected. He needed to turn on the light for the ships.Merv ran and slid his way to the generator. When he got to it, the tank was empty. He had filled it up earlier today after the shipment. The tank for the extra diesel was missing too. He didn't have time to think what the missing fuel meant either.Merv climbed the five flights to the top of the lighthouse. His breathing was ragged, and his sides hurt. He bent over to try and catch his breath. Once he could move, he grabbed the crank, turning it. No light shined out. He turned it faster.The light flickered. Merv turned the crank faster, and panic flowed through his body. If he couldn't get the beacon started, a lot of lives would be lost tonight.Sweat beaded his forehead and dripped into his eyes. He ignored the sting. And cranked.His arm started to hurt, but he refused to stop cranking. When a beam of light shined into the night. He whooped for joy."Why is the lighthouse light on?" a man asked. He and the crew he was with were on a ship at the edge of the storm, monitoring it."Years ago when the lighthouse was operational, one of the workers died. Every time there is a storm, the guy turns on the light," the captain said."Is the US government claiming ghosts exist?""Never. We marked the island as radioactive."And that is the end of the tale for this month. I do enjoy my twist endings. You can also find other tales by a few authors just search for #TwitterTales and then pick an author and search for their account and #TwitterTales. I've numbered mine. Here is the preview for February 2019:Rob stared at his monitor and sipped his black coffee. Real men drank the tar this way. None of the creamer or junk added.His job was simple, watch the track and make sure the blips (the trains) didn't run into each other. One disappeared.-Have a great day. K.A.
"You need to leave. I'll stay behind and work the lighthouse," Merv said."But the storm," his boss said. The sky darkened and the ocean churned. If the boat didn't leave soon, those on there wouldn't get out alive."Don't worry. I got this."The boat became a speck on the horizon. His friends would be safe, and now he had a job to do.Merv hurried inside and flipped the switch. No light came on. He ran to turn the generator on and slid over the ledge and into the ocean.The ocean pulled him out further. Merv didn't dare fight against her since she was strong and vast but could be gentle when she wanted to be.His lungs burned with need for oxygen. He couldn't do anything until the right moment. His moment never came. Instead, his vision faded to black. He awoke sometime later on the beach. The storm was rampaging."The lighthouse," he said after his scrambled thoughts collected. He needed to turn on the light for the ships.Merv ran and slid his way to the generator. When he got to it, the tank was empty. He had filled it up earlier today after the shipment. The tank for the extra diesel was missing too. He didn't have time to think what the missing fuel meant either.Merv climbed the five flights to the top of the lighthouse. His breathing was ragged, and his sides hurt. He bent over to try and catch his breath. Once he could move, he grabbed the crank, turning it. No light shined out. He turned it faster.The light flickered. Merv turned the crank faster, and panic flowed through his body. If he couldn't get the beacon started, a lot of lives would be lost tonight.Sweat beaded his forehead and dripped into his eyes. He ignored the sting. And cranked.His arm started to hurt, but he refused to stop cranking. When a beam of light shined into the night. He whooped for joy."Why is the lighthouse light on?" a man asked. He and the crew he was with were on a ship at the edge of the storm, monitoring it."Years ago when the lighthouse was operational, one of the workers died. Every time there is a storm, the guy turns on the light," the captain said."Is the US government claiming ghosts exist?""Never. We marked the island as radioactive."And that is the end of the tale for this month. I do enjoy my twist endings. You can also find other tales by a few authors just search for #TwitterTales and then pick an author and search for their account and #TwitterTales. I've numbered mine. Here is the preview for February 2019:Rob stared at his monitor and sipped his black coffee. Real men drank the tar this way. None of the creamer or junk added.His job was simple, watch the track and make sure the blips (the trains) didn't run into each other. One disappeared.-Have a great day. K.A.
January 1, 2019
#TwitterTales December 2018
Welcome to another TwitterTales. The rules are simple. I post a short tale with parts from it every Thursday and Friday for a whole month. This is December 2018:
The sound of hoofbeats echoed in the field, coming from behind me. I turned to find nothing there, no rider, no horse. I must be hearing things. My car had broken down, and I was in the middle of nowhere with zippo cell reception. At least the moon gave off some light. The next town was only a mile or two away. I could walk there.Hooves pounded the frozen ground. They were getting closer. I ran until I hit the edge of a line of trees. Something had to be after me.My heart pounded, and I bent over to catch my breath. The dense foliage would be hard for any animal to travel fast in especially a horse. I could rest for a minute and continue without worrying if the beast was following me.A neigh filled the air. My eyes grew larger, and I turned around. A jet-black horse stood at the edge of the forest. Smoke billowed from its nostrils, and the eyes were the color of blood. The rider was a shadow.“Run,” my mind yelled. “Run.”My thoughts took a second to seep into my brain. After it did, I stumbled and took off, running at full speed. I step sided the trees in my path and jumped over a fallen log. The horse couldn't follow me in here, right?Nothing was behind me. I was safe. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. The horse and the thing it carried wasn't following me.I turned around. The horse was there, and the rider reached for me."Your turn," it said."No way," I said. I scurried away, running blindly. I needed to hide. But where? Flowing water roared nearby. If I could get there, I could swim. I would escape. I ran until the clearing."Your turn," the rider said behind me. It pulled me onto the horse's back. The rider climbed off the horse, and his body transformed into a man.My body turned into a shadow."Your turn," he said before flames consumed him.I knew. I needed to turn 1000 bad souls into riders for the rape I did. The next car had one.I so wanted to do more with this one, but ran out of words. After the tale is done, I always share a peek of next months:"You need to leave. I'll stay behind and work the lighthouse," Merv said."But the storm," his boss said. The sky darkened and the ocean churned. If the boat didn't leave soon, those on there wouldn't get out alive."Don't worry. I got this."To read the rest of the lighthouse tale search for #TwitterTales and @kamengauthor on Twitter. You can also find more tales from other writers by searching #TwitterTales.Thanks for stopping by. -K.A.
The sound of hoofbeats echoed in the field, coming from behind me. I turned to find nothing there, no rider, no horse. I must be hearing things. My car had broken down, and I was in the middle of nowhere with zippo cell reception. At least the moon gave off some light. The next town was only a mile or two away. I could walk there.Hooves pounded the frozen ground. They were getting closer. I ran until I hit the edge of a line of trees. Something had to be after me.My heart pounded, and I bent over to catch my breath. The dense foliage would be hard for any animal to travel fast in especially a horse. I could rest for a minute and continue without worrying if the beast was following me.A neigh filled the air. My eyes grew larger, and I turned around. A jet-black horse stood at the edge of the forest. Smoke billowed from its nostrils, and the eyes were the color of blood. The rider was a shadow.“Run,” my mind yelled. “Run.”My thoughts took a second to seep into my brain. After it did, I stumbled and took off, running at full speed. I step sided the trees in my path and jumped over a fallen log. The horse couldn't follow me in here, right?Nothing was behind me. I was safe. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. The horse and the thing it carried wasn't following me.I turned around. The horse was there, and the rider reached for me."Your turn," it said."No way," I said. I scurried away, running blindly. I needed to hide. But where? Flowing water roared nearby. If I could get there, I could swim. I would escape. I ran until the clearing."Your turn," the rider said behind me. It pulled me onto the horse's back. The rider climbed off the horse, and his body transformed into a man.My body turned into a shadow."Your turn," he said before flames consumed him.I knew. I needed to turn 1000 bad souls into riders for the rape I did. The next car had one.I so wanted to do more with this one, but ran out of words. After the tale is done, I always share a peek of next months:"You need to leave. I'll stay behind and work the lighthouse," Merv said."But the storm," his boss said. The sky darkened and the ocean churned. If the boat didn't leave soon, those on there wouldn't get out alive."Don't worry. I got this."To read the rest of the lighthouse tale search for #TwitterTales and @kamengauthor on Twitter. You can also find more tales from other writers by searching #TwitterTales.Thanks for stopping by. -K.A.
December 19, 2018
Superior Species Celebration
To celebrate my newest release, I have a big announcement for you. You can get ALL of the ebooks in the Superior Species Series for under $10. 
Let's start in order of the series. Superior Species Book 0.5 Vampires Didn't Exist
Fun in the sun turns into a nightmare after a murder. On her first vacation ever, Ivory Ames awakens in the middle of the night to find her best friend missing. She searches the campground and finds Maria lying dead on the beach. With more questions than answers and the police being uncooperative, Ivory decides to find the truth herself. She enlists the help of Maria's other best friend, Harmony Lundy. As Harmony and Ivory search for clues, they learn that someone or something is stalking the campers.Amazon LinkSuperior Species Book 1 Superior SpeciesFREE December 19-21, 2018
Ivory Ames has caught the attention of four gorgeous guys. At Los Roshano University this isn’t normal, even when all the upperclassmen have perfect physiques, flawless complexions, and hypnotic looks. That’s not even the weirdest part. The town has a strict sunset curfew because of wild animals attacking. To keep her friends and herself safe, Ivory must figure out the truth behind the town’s mysteries before it’s too late.Amazon LinkSuperior Species Book 2 Finding Karen(36 hour price drop)
Ivory Ames has learned the truth about Los Roshano, New Mexico and the university she attends there, but it isn’t what she expected. Monsters exist. They’ve been running the town in secret to fill their ranks. She vows to keep her friends and herself safe from their evil clutches. As soon as Ivory makes her pledge, her best friend is missing. The race to find Karen Bakke is on before she is killed or worse.Amazon LinkSuperior Species Book 3 The First Fallen(Celebrating this new release)
Grieving over the loss of her friends, Ivory Ames must think about her own future while planning their funerals. In hopes of escaping the monsters that control the university, she decides to focus on her studies and try to graduate early. The only thing left for her in Los Roshano besides her remaining friends is Romero Riveras. The kind hunk has been there for her through everything. He is sweet and has the quality most important to Ivory. He’s human. The problem for them is they live a town filled with monsters and secrets and being human is not always a good thing. It's downright dangerous.Amazon LinkDid you miss this giveaway/promotion? Don't worry I got you covered. The complete ebook series for under $11.
Thank you for stopping by. -K.A>
Let's start in order of the series. Superior Species Book 0.5 Vampires Didn't ExistFun in the sun turns into a nightmare after a murder. On her first vacation ever, Ivory Ames awakens in the middle of the night to find her best friend missing. She searches the campground and finds Maria lying dead on the beach. With more questions than answers and the police being uncooperative, Ivory decides to find the truth herself. She enlists the help of Maria's other best friend, Harmony Lundy. As Harmony and Ivory search for clues, they learn that someone or something is stalking the campers.Amazon LinkSuperior Species Book 1 Superior SpeciesFREE December 19-21, 2018Ivory Ames has caught the attention of four gorgeous guys. At Los Roshano University this isn’t normal, even when all the upperclassmen have perfect physiques, flawless complexions, and hypnotic looks. That’s not even the weirdest part. The town has a strict sunset curfew because of wild animals attacking. To keep her friends and herself safe, Ivory must figure out the truth behind the town’s mysteries before it’s too late.Amazon LinkSuperior Species Book 2 Finding Karen(36 hour price drop)Ivory Ames has learned the truth about Los Roshano, New Mexico and the university she attends there, but it isn’t what she expected. Monsters exist. They’ve been running the town in secret to fill their ranks. She vows to keep her friends and herself safe from their evil clutches. As soon as Ivory makes her pledge, her best friend is missing. The race to find Karen Bakke is on before she is killed or worse.Amazon LinkSuperior Species Book 3 The First Fallen(Celebrating this new release)Grieving over the loss of her friends, Ivory Ames must think about her own future while planning their funerals. In hopes of escaping the monsters that control the university, she decides to focus on her studies and try to graduate early. The only thing left for her in Los Roshano besides her remaining friends is Romero Riveras. The kind hunk has been there for her through everything. He is sweet and has the quality most important to Ivory. He’s human. The problem for them is they live a town filled with monsters and secrets and being human is not always a good thing. It's downright dangerous.Amazon LinkDid you miss this giveaway/promotion? Don't worry I got you covered. The complete ebook series for under $11. Thank you for stopping by. -K.A>
December 18, 2018
New Release: Superior Species Book 3 The First Fallen
I am so happy to announce my latest book in the Superior Species world. Superior Species Book 3 The First FallenGrieving over the loss of her friends, Ivory Ames must think about her own future while planning their funerals. In hopes of escaping the monsters that control the university, she decides to focus on her studies and try to graduate early. The only thing left for her in Los Roshano besides her remaining friends is Romero Riveras. The kind hunk has been there for her through everything. He is sweet and has the quality most important to Ivory. He’s human. The problem for them is they live a town filled with monsters and secrets and being human is not always a good thing. It's downright dangerous.Amazon ebookHere is a sneak peak: 
And another one: 
Thank you for reading. Until next time. -K.A.
Grieving over the loss of her friends, Ivory Ames must think about her own future while planning their funerals. In hopes of escaping the monsters that control the university, she decides to focus on her studies and try to graduate early. The only thing left for her in Los Roshano besides her remaining friends is Romero Riveras. The kind hunk has been there for her through everything. He is sweet and has the quality most important to Ivory. He’s human. The problem for them is they live a town filled with monsters and secrets and being human is not always a good thing. It's downright dangerous.Amazon ebookHere is a sneak peak: And another one: Thank you for reading. Until next time. -K.A.
December 1, 2018
#TwitterTales November 2018
Like I have doing before. Here is the complete TwitterTale for November 2018. I post part of this tale every Thursday and Friday in November. 
I brought the ax above my head and swiftly down, letting gravity split a log in half. The pieces fell to the side. I stuck a new one in place. I had a little more than a hundred to go. When I lifted the ax the second time smoke wafted into my nose. My heart pounded, and my mouth ran dry. A forest fire would be dangerous. A trail of smoke lifted into the air, not enough for a blaze. Someone had to be using the cabin a few miles away. Bobby wasn’t going to like that. I’d rather deal with a fire. I contemplated continuing my work with splitting the logs in half and ignoring the neighbors. I could distract Bobby for a few hours, but he’d eventually find out. If I was careful, he wouldn’t try and visit anyone tonight. “Bobby?” I called when I entered the cabin. “Jolene is the wood done? Do you want any help? I was putting our clothes away. He came to my side and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Before I tell you something, you have to promise me you won’t hurt anyone.” “I haven’t killed anyone in five years. What’s going on?” His eyebrows furrowed together. “You didn’t murder anybody because I did.” I feared if he did again, he wouldn’t stop. I shuddered at the memory of killing the cop to steal a boat. A few more people who recognized us died too because of me. Bobby would have dropped more bodies if I let him. “Just tell me,” he said. “We have neighbors,” I said. “I’ll grab our guns.” Bobby turned away from me and headed into the kitchen. “Can’t we wait to see what they do?” I placed my hand on his arm, stopping him from pulling a weapon out of a box. “What if they recognize us? Do you want them to disturb our peace?” We’d been here for little over a year, our longest time in one spot. “What if they don’t know us? We haven’t been on the news for months now. You killing them will get the cops involved. Someone will miss them. I don’t want—” I stopped myself from saying more and pressed my lips into a tight line. I hadn’t told him something yet. “Don’t want what?” “Never mind. Not important.” “Why are other people in our woods?” Bobby ran a hand through his black hair. “This weekend is opening season. I heard when I went to town last,” I answered. “What’s the big deal? It isn’t a holiday.” He swept my hair away from my neck and gave me a kiss at the base there. “Opening season is a holiday to hunters.” I had grown up with them. My dad tried to take me several times, but I had no interest in hurting animals that couldn’t defend themselves. He gave up after a while. We both knew he wished to have a son and not me. I was an only child. “How long will they stay?” “Through the weekend. They’ll keep on coming back though if they don’t fill their tags.” “What do we do?” Bobby asked. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “We wait until tomorrow and go talk to them. If they recognize us or we suspect they do, we can kill them. We’ll have to leave right after they die,” I said after taking a minute to decide. “What should we do now? I need a distraction or I’m killing our neighbors.” “I have an idea.” I pressed my lips against his. I wouldn’t let anything disturb him and me. We deserved happiness like any normal couple.As I always do, here is a teaser for next months: The sound of hoofbeats echoed in the field, coming from behind me. I turned to find nothing there, no rider, no horse. I must be hearing things. My car had broken down, and I was in the middle of nowhere with zippo cell reception.Come back next month to check out the post or search for #TwitterTales @kamengauthor on Twitter if you can't wait. I post part of the story every Thursday and Friday, and to make them easier, I have numbered them #Part1, #Part2, and etc. You can also find many more authors participating from my publisher. It's lots of fun.
I brought the ax above my head and swiftly down, letting gravity split a log in half. The pieces fell to the side. I stuck a new one in place. I had a little more than a hundred to go. When I lifted the ax the second time smoke wafted into my nose. My heart pounded, and my mouth ran dry. A forest fire would be dangerous. A trail of smoke lifted into the air, not enough for a blaze. Someone had to be using the cabin a few miles away. Bobby wasn’t going to like that. I’d rather deal with a fire. I contemplated continuing my work with splitting the logs in half and ignoring the neighbors. I could distract Bobby for a few hours, but he’d eventually find out. If I was careful, he wouldn’t try and visit anyone tonight. “Bobby?” I called when I entered the cabin. “Jolene is the wood done? Do you want any help? I was putting our clothes away. He came to my side and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. “Before I tell you something, you have to promise me you won’t hurt anyone.” “I haven’t killed anyone in five years. What’s going on?” His eyebrows furrowed together. “You didn’t murder anybody because I did.” I feared if he did again, he wouldn’t stop. I shuddered at the memory of killing the cop to steal a boat. A few more people who recognized us died too because of me. Bobby would have dropped more bodies if I let him. “Just tell me,” he said. “We have neighbors,” I said. “I’ll grab our guns.” Bobby turned away from me and headed into the kitchen. “Can’t we wait to see what they do?” I placed my hand on his arm, stopping him from pulling a weapon out of a box. “What if they recognize us? Do you want them to disturb our peace?” We’d been here for little over a year, our longest time in one spot. “What if they don’t know us? We haven’t been on the news for months now. You killing them will get the cops involved. Someone will miss them. I don’t want—” I stopped myself from saying more and pressed my lips into a tight line. I hadn’t told him something yet. “Don’t want what?” “Never mind. Not important.” “Why are other people in our woods?” Bobby ran a hand through his black hair. “This weekend is opening season. I heard when I went to town last,” I answered. “What’s the big deal? It isn’t a holiday.” He swept my hair away from my neck and gave me a kiss at the base there. “Opening season is a holiday to hunters.” I had grown up with them. My dad tried to take me several times, but I had no interest in hurting animals that couldn’t defend themselves. He gave up after a while. We both knew he wished to have a son and not me. I was an only child. “How long will they stay?” “Through the weekend. They’ll keep on coming back though if they don’t fill their tags.” “What do we do?” Bobby asked. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “We wait until tomorrow and go talk to them. If they recognize us or we suspect they do, we can kill them. We’ll have to leave right after they die,” I said after taking a minute to decide. “What should we do now? I need a distraction or I’m killing our neighbors.” “I have an idea.” I pressed my lips against his. I wouldn’t let anything disturb him and me. We deserved happiness like any normal couple.As I always do, here is a teaser for next months: The sound of hoofbeats echoed in the field, coming from behind me. I turned to find nothing there, no rider, no horse. I must be hearing things. My car had broken down, and I was in the middle of nowhere with zippo cell reception.Come back next month to check out the post or search for #TwitterTales @kamengauthor on Twitter if you can't wait. I post part of the story every Thursday and Friday, and to make them easier, I have numbered them #Part1, #Part2, and etc. You can also find many more authors participating from my publisher. It's lots of fun.
November 1, 2018
#TwitterTales October 2018
Another month of TwitterTales has gone by just in case you missed my October 2018 posts every Thursday and Friday on Twitter. Here they are. 
Gisela hated working the late shift, but the money was better. She needed it to pay for her shoes, her apartment, her school, her shoes. Someday she’d find a rich man or graduate and find a better job. Until then, she'd walk home fast.Only bad people stayed out this late. Gisela locked the door to the diner and tugged on the handle to make sure it was secured. Her boss would blame her if it wasn't locked. After she walked two blocks, four figures appeared down the street.The four figures were nothing but a blur. They were tall and were most likely men. Gisela hesitated before continuing. This was the fastest way home. The men were eight blocks away. They could turn and head in another direction.Gisela walked the next block and so did the four figures. They were now six blocks away. They could still turn. She walked another and so did they. Four blocks. One more block and she'd turn and go another way if they were still coming.Gisela glanced to the right and to the left for traffic before crossing the street. Her heart pounded loud enough she could hear it. One more block. She'd go one more. If the four figures didn't turn she would. She'd be safe.Gisela's mouth went dry. She could cut through the dark alley, but someone could be waiting there. Why did everything but one bar have to close early?"You'd better get home, miss," the old man outside his shop on a rocker said.The men were still coming. Gisela turned and took the long way home. She’d quicken her pace. She’d be safe.The four friends stopped at the corner. They glanced both ways before crossing the street. “Man, that lady turned,” one of them said.“Like you'd get a date with her anyway,” the leader said. He laughed and most of his friends joined him.“Shut the hell up.”“Don’t use that language in front of my sis. Come on, Marnie. Let’s finish trick-or-treating. It’s getting late.”As always I will show you a sneak peek of the next month.
Gisela hated working the late shift, but the money was better. She needed it to pay for her shoes, her apartment, her school, her shoes. Someday she’d find a rich man or graduate and find a better job. Until then, she'd walk home fast.Only bad people stayed out this late. Gisela locked the door to the diner and tugged on the handle to make sure it was secured. Her boss would blame her if it wasn't locked. After she walked two blocks, four figures appeared down the street.The four figures were nothing but a blur. They were tall and were most likely men. Gisela hesitated before continuing. This was the fastest way home. The men were eight blocks away. They could turn and head in another direction.Gisela walked the next block and so did the four figures. They were now six blocks away. They could still turn. She walked another and so did they. Four blocks. One more block and she'd turn and go another way if they were still coming.Gisela glanced to the right and to the left for traffic before crossing the street. Her heart pounded loud enough she could hear it. One more block. She'd go one more. If the four figures didn't turn she would. She'd be safe.Gisela's mouth went dry. She could cut through the dark alley, but someone could be waiting there. Why did everything but one bar have to close early?"You'd better get home, miss," the old man outside his shop on a rocker said.The men were still coming. Gisela turned and took the long way home. She’d quicken her pace. She’d be safe.The four friends stopped at the corner. They glanced both ways before crossing the street. “Man, that lady turned,” one of them said.“Like you'd get a date with her anyway,” the leader said. He laughed and most of his friends joined him.“Shut the hell up.”“Don’t use that language in front of my sis. Come on, Marnie. Let’s finish trick-or-treating. It’s getting late.”As always I will show you a sneak peek of the next month.
