Thursday, June 19, 2014

Let There Be Dragons!

The impending (like any minute) launch of the first Kundalis books marks my first step into the world of dragons. I've always loved them, always been a fan, but haven't incorporated any into my writing until now. I think, I was waiting for an idea that was a little bit oddball, a touch off plumb, and just a shade or two different.
I hope I found it, and I hope you all like it.
As always, I'm having a blast.

Introducing, the Kundalis Dragon Series:
Kundalis: book one

Title: Storm Dragon

Series: Kundalis

Author: Frances Pauli

Publisher: Zharmae

Release Date: June 19, 2014

Genre: NA, Urban Fantasy

  Karin knows she’s gone completely insane—nuts—absolutely batshit crazy, when 

she spots an insidious blue dragon twining through the trees at a rest stop in the Cascade 

Mountains. Despite agreeing to join her roommate at a psychic fair, she’s never believed in 

anything metaphysical. She’s pretty sure the Reiki treatment she succumbed to has brought on a 

frighteningly realistic hallucination—until they roll their mini-van in the middle of I-90, and she 

is rescued from the vehicle by the same monstrous blue figment of her imagination. 

  She awakens to find that she’s been delivered to a cabin high in the mountains instead of to a 

proper hospital. The “doctor” looking out for her is more of a new-ager than a physician, and 

the people who own the house, including the urban highlander version of Fabio, don’t have any 

intention of letting her leave.

  Faced with the unimaginable, and strapped to an all-too-real dragon, Karin must decide how to 

tame the beast or risk losing herself to it forever

Blog Tour Schedule:

6/19: Coffee and Characters: Promo Post

6/20: Pure Textuality Promo Post

6/21 Musings in Fiction Alley Promo & Review

6/22: Indy Book Fairy Promo Post

6/23: Seeing Night Reviews Promo & Review

6/26: Imagine! Create! Write! Promo & Review

6/27 Workaday Reads Promo Post & Interview (Later Review)

6/28: Deborah Jay Promo Post

6/29: WS Momma Readers Nook, PromoPost Giveaway

6/30 The Far Edge of Normal Promo Post, Interview (Possible Review)

7/1 Will Read for Coffee Review

7/2 Mad Hatter Reads Promo Post

7/3 Peanut Butter and Whine Promo & Review

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About the Author

Frances Pauli was born and raised in Washington State. She grew up with a love of reading 

and storytelling, and was introduced to Science Fiction and Fantasy at an early age through 

the books kept and read by her father.Though she always held aspirations to be a writer, she 

chose to obtain her Bachelor's degree in visual arts. The stories, however, had other plans for 

her. By the time she entered her thirties, they were no longer content existing solely in her head. 

Compelled to free them, she set aside her easel and began to write in earnest.Her original love 

of Speculative fiction led her into the realms of Urban Fantasy and either romantic or humorous 

Science Fiction, where she finds herself quite comfortable. Her tales feature fairies, aliens, 

alternate dimensions, and the wonders of space, usually with at least a touch of romance.

Frances currently resides smack in the center of Washington with her husband and two 

children. When not writing she dabbles in insane things like puppetry, belly dance and 

playing the ukulele. She collects rocks, and is a firm believer in good wine, fine chocolate 

and dangerous men.More information on Frances and her writing can be found at


The black cat crossed my path on purpose. I scowled down at it. Would it still count as bad luck 

if the beast was just messing with me? Amber eyes blinked up from the sidewalk. The kitty had 

been lounging beside the car in the next parking space, but when I tried to open my door it had 

stood, sauntered directly into my path and laid down there instead. Did it count if kitty wore a 

cutesy red bandanna and matching harness?

“Are you coming, Karin?” Steph already stood outside the driver’s door. She’d managed to 

leave the vehicle without supernatural interference, and now she leaned back in through the 

window, her auburn hair glinting in the last rays of August sunshine. Her round face crinkled into 

a grimace. “I have to pee.”

“Go ahead. I’ll catch up.” I watched my roommate bound away and cringed. I had to go too. 

We’d been in the car for over an hour and I’d polished off my water bottle a few miles back. 

Outside my window, the cat yawned, exposing needle teeth and a scratchy pink tongue. “Hey 

there, kitty.”

I pulled the lever on the van’s door and pushed the panel as far as I could without bumping the 

stupid cat. It yawned again then blinked and stared. Ridiculous. A cat on a leash had trapped 

me in the car at the only rest stop for another twenty minutes easy. I’d never make it that far. 

Too much water and road behind me. I sighed and made a soft hissing noise through the 

The cat didn’t budge, but the sound got its owner’s attention. A skinny redhead wearing yoga 

pants held the other end of the cat’s leash. She stood as far away as possible, chatting with 

the man in the car on the far side of her Volvo. When I hissed, she turned my way and the flat 

crystal around her neck sparkled.

We’d probably been at the same event. Everything about the cat’s owner looked like she’d fit 

in at a psychic fair far better than I had. This was my punishment for going, sitting here until 

my bladder exploded while psychic kitty and his mommy held me hostage. The woman smiled 

at me, then dropped her eyes to the sidewalk and frowned, tugging the cat’s leash gently and 

making a similar noise to tempt His Majesty away from Steph’s mini-van.

The black coat shimmered when he finally stood up. He wasn’t finished torturing me, though. 

His spine curved and he reached out for a nice long stretch, staring at me with his huge eyes 

and laughing his internal, kitty laugh while I fidgeted against the seat. At last, when he’d tired of 

my torment, he turned and walked as slowly as possible away from my door.

I popped out of the vehicle like a cork and sidled between the van and the woman’s Volvo. A 

second black cat stared out from the front seat. This one wore a pink collar and a tiny, feminine 

bow around her neck. Unbelievable. We’d stopped at the rest area version of the Twilight Zone 

in the middle of Washington State. Somehow, the Seattle psychic fair had knocked us through a 

metaphysical vortex and the weirdness had tried to follow me home.

1 comment:

Melissa (My words and pages) said...

Hey! Hope you are doing well. :) I just had time to stop by and check out the winners. Is Melissa H. me? I'm not sure. lol.