Due to user error brought about by internet failure (I think the construction near my house is at fault for that), The Maze has a limited run. But that's all right, because now we're getting into the more seasonal reads. I dunno about you guys, but I like a good gothic novel around this time of year. It's not cold, really, here, so I have to put in effort to remember that hey, it's October, not August. Marie's lucky. Raven Manor actually does have seasons. Granted, they're usually cloudy, but...
I don't really miss the sun anymore. I thought I would, but I got used to the rain.
Oh, Marie. You started as such a sweet, innocent ray of sunshine.
I guess...
You did! You were so precious... *sniffs* I'm sorry for everything that happened.
Ehh, not really, but I do feel obligated to apologize.
Anyway. Two-day special-The Maze is free today and tomorrow ONLY. Act fast!
https://www.amazon.com/Maze-Ravens-Curse-Book-ebook/dp/B00EPG45M4/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1475932684&sr=8-5&keywords=lalla+squeglia
-Lalla
Saturday, October 8, 2016
Sunday, October 2, 2016
Dun, dun, dun, another one bites the dust...
But not really. I don't know where I was going with that, but I'm too lazy to come up with another title.
Another promo begins today! Yes, from now until October 6th, you can have One Sunny Afternoon for free! Like The Muse, this isn't really Halloween-y/spooky/whatever. Like Layne, Friday is reminding me that she-
-was MISERABLE for the ENTIRE book, pretty much! Thanks a lot! It's great that YOU had fun, but no one ever thinks about poor Friday! 'Friday's fine, she's plucky', if I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I'd have...um...so much money. SO. MUCH. MONEY. So you can take your 'wasn't that scary' and shove it-
That's enough, Friday. Be nice to me or I'll kill you off one day.
So. Mystery novel. Free. Go, go, go!
https://www.amazon.com/One-Sunny-Afternoon-Mystery-Mysteries-ebook/dp/B014AM9WGG/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1475416338&sr=1-5&keywords=lalla+squeglia
-Lalla
Another promo begins today! Yes, from now until October 6th, you can have One Sunny Afternoon for free! Like The Muse, this isn't really Halloween-y/spooky/whatever. Like Layne, Friday is reminding me that she-
-was MISERABLE for the ENTIRE book, pretty much! Thanks a lot! It's great that YOU had fun, but no one ever thinks about poor Friday! 'Friday's fine, she's plucky', if I had a nickel for every time I heard that, I'd have...um...so much money. SO. MUCH. MONEY. So you can take your 'wasn't that scary' and shove it-
That's enough, Friday. Be nice to me or I'll kill you off one day.
So. Mystery novel. Free. Go, go, go!
https://www.amazon.com/One-Sunny-Afternoon-Mystery-Mysteries-ebook/dp/B014AM9WGG/ref=sr_1_5?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1475416338&sr=1-5&keywords=lalla+squeglia
-Lalla
Monday, September 26, 2016
The Muse is not Amused
He's actually kind of mad at me. :/ My thinking was that since The Muse isn't really spooky or any way Halloween-y, I'd get that promo out of the way early. Layne would like me to point out that the whole thing was very traumatizing and horrible for him-
I was chased by a DOG, Lalla. A determined monster-dog that chased me over hill and over dale and into a CAVE. In what way is that not 'spooky'? Huh? Well?
Yeah, he's actually kind of bitchy about it. He'll live.
You can make him feel better though, by going to download your free copy of The Muse any time between now and Sebtember 30th. And maybe leaving a review.
https://www.amazon.com/Muse-Lalla-Squeglia-ebook/dp/B00MY6Q5M0/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1474900998&sr=8-3&keywords=lalla+squeglia
A CAVE! IT WAS DARK! I'm so glad you were removed from the situation, but I WASN'T, and it was AWFUL.
Please. He'll never shut up otherwise.
I didn't get no sleep 'cuz of you, you're gonna get no sleep 'cuz of me!
Yeah. That's my life now. It sucks. Pity me.
-Lalla
I was chased by a DOG, Lalla. A determined monster-dog that chased me over hill and over dale and into a CAVE. In what way is that not 'spooky'? Huh? Well?
Yeah, he's actually kind of bitchy about it. He'll live.
You can make him feel better though, by going to download your free copy of The Muse any time between now and Sebtember 30th. And maybe leaving a review.
https://www.amazon.com/Muse-Lalla-Squeglia-ebook/dp/B00MY6Q5M0/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1474900998&sr=8-3&keywords=lalla+squeglia
A CAVE! IT WAS DARK! I'm so glad you were removed from the situation, but I WASN'T, and it was AWFUL.
Please. He'll never shut up otherwise.
I didn't get no sleep 'cuz of you, you're gonna get no sleep 'cuz of me!
Yeah. That's my life now. It sucks. Pity me.
-Lalla
Saturday, September 24, 2016
The promos are coming
Really, they are-see? The Maze is really short because when I set it up, my internet cut out when I went back to edit it (they're doing construction here, I think that's why) and it didn't take and ran a few days of promo without my knowledge. Sorry. :/ It'll have a special promo another day to make up for it.
The Muse-Sept. 26-30
One Sunny Afternoon-Oct. 2-6
The Maze-Oct. 8-9
The House on the Moor-Oct. 14-18
November Hotel-Oct. 20-24
Huzzah!
-Lalla
The Muse-Sept. 26-30
One Sunny Afternoon-Oct. 2-6
The Maze-Oct. 8-9
The House on the Moor-Oct. 14-18
November Hotel-Oct. 20-24
Huzzah!
-Lalla
Thursday, September 15, 2016
Curse of the Feather Bed
...no, that is not a cheap-yet-entertaining 60s ghost story or an episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog. That is my life right now. KILL ME.
Yeah, I had to house-sit for a few days. It was nice. Quiet. Y'know, a little bit boring. BUT (first world problems ahoy) my bed was a feather bed. Which sounds, in theory, to be quite nice.
Yeah. In theory, it is. In reality, I have a knee that my dog did something to (he rammed it at high speed, it didn't really...recover that well), and that kind of no-support bed...makes it sad.
So now I am at home, knee aching, thinking that I have never felt so sorry for Gotham's Oswald Cobblepot in my LIFE. Seriously. I know he's fairly psychotic and is responsible for an amazing amount of deaths, but GEEZE. I'm getting all caught up for season three and I'm just going, 'do you have painkillers? can you sit down? DON'T BUY A SQUISHY BED, YOU'LL REGRET IT!' and generally feeling really, really bad for him.
Which is why I wouldn't last five minutes in Gotham anyway. I can just see myself meeting the Scarecrow: 'are you eating anything? you can't live on coffee and screams, y'know!'
-Lalla
Yeah, I had to house-sit for a few days. It was nice. Quiet. Y'know, a little bit boring. BUT (first world problems ahoy) my bed was a feather bed. Which sounds, in theory, to be quite nice.
Yeah. In theory, it is. In reality, I have a knee that my dog did something to (he rammed it at high speed, it didn't really...recover that well), and that kind of no-support bed...makes it sad.
So now I am at home, knee aching, thinking that I have never felt so sorry for Gotham's Oswald Cobblepot in my LIFE. Seriously. I know he's fairly psychotic and is responsible for an amazing amount of deaths, but GEEZE. I'm getting all caught up for season three and I'm just going, 'do you have painkillers? can you sit down? DON'T BUY A SQUISHY BED, YOU'LL REGRET IT!' and generally feeling really, really bad for him.
Which is why I wouldn't last five minutes in Gotham anyway. I can just see myself meeting the Scarecrow: 'are you eating anything? you can't live on coffee and screams, y'know!'
-Lalla
Monday, August 22, 2016
Won't you check in?
Or rather, don't-the November's got some nasty...long-term...guests.
Here we are again. I like this one. It's got some scares in it, I hope. There were a couple of scenes that I wrote a little late at night. When I write later, I turn off the light because one of the dogs (sweet thing, but dumb as a brick-once thought the TV was a window) gets convinced something's wrong and bothers other people if my light goes on really late at night. Whatever. No one's kidnapping me from my bed, I guess.
ANYWAYS, there were a couple of scenes that I wrote, and about halfway though went, 'screw the dog, I have to turn on the light'. Hopefully you, too, will be struck with the need to turn on an extra light.
Here it is, at long last, my go at a Good Old-Fashioned Ghost StoryTM.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the November Hotel.
https://www.amazon.com/November-Hotel-Lalla-Squeglia-ebook/dp/B01KTRUDKK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1471891650&sr=8-2&keywords=lalla+squeglia#nav-subnav
-Lalla
Here we are again. I like this one. It's got some scares in it, I hope. There were a couple of scenes that I wrote a little late at night. When I write later, I turn off the light because one of the dogs (sweet thing, but dumb as a brick-once thought the TV was a window) gets convinced something's wrong and bothers other people if my light goes on really late at night. Whatever. No one's kidnapping me from my bed, I guess.
ANYWAYS, there were a couple of scenes that I wrote, and about halfway though went, 'screw the dog, I have to turn on the light'. Hopefully you, too, will be struck with the need to turn on an extra light.
Here it is, at long last, my go at a Good Old-Fashioned Ghost StoryTM.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the November Hotel.
https://www.amazon.com/November-Hotel-Lalla-Squeglia-ebook/dp/B01KTRUDKK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1471891650&sr=8-2&keywords=lalla+squeglia#nav-subnav
-Lalla
Sunday, August 7, 2016
Selective Wimpism
I am what shall henceforth be termed a Selective Wimp. In certain situations, I can be brave. Sometimes even stupidly, first-to-die-in-the-horror-movie brave. In others? Well...
Exhibit A: that time I thought there was someone in the house.
I was home alone. At night. At the age of like, thirteen years old. And to make matters worse? It was October, season of serial killer movie marathons. Well, I hear a noise in the back of my house. A thump-thump noise. So, because I was thirteen and not spectacularly bright (I was in my dumb phase...), I thought someone was inside. Never mind the lack of barking dogs, someone was in the house.
What do I do? Do I call the cops? Call my parents? Call a friend? Nope. My dumb ass gets a kitchen knife and goes back there. I fling open the door, aaaand...
One of the dogs got himself locked into the bedroom and was trying to bump his way out. Yeah. It was...not my proudest moment. But I was gonna go back there and stab somebody! I was gonna do it, man!
Exhibit B: the roach in the bathroom.
Potential intruder? Bring it. The lowly cockroach? NOPE NOPE NOPE.
I hate roaches. I hate them. I don't know why, but I do. I have Katsaridaphobia-fear of roaches. (I feel a bit validated that there's a name-I'm not alone!) I won't go near them, dead or alive. If I must deal with it, I will get the vacuum extension and do it from a distance. Or do what I did last time I saw one in the bathroom-fling a sticky mouse trap inside and slam the door and run to another room.
Hey, I did say I was a Selective Wimp...
-Lalla
Exhibit A: that time I thought there was someone in the house.
I was home alone. At night. At the age of like, thirteen years old. And to make matters worse? It was October, season of serial killer movie marathons. Well, I hear a noise in the back of my house. A thump-thump noise. So, because I was thirteen and not spectacularly bright (I was in my dumb phase...), I thought someone was inside. Never mind the lack of barking dogs, someone was in the house.
What do I do? Do I call the cops? Call my parents? Call a friend? Nope. My dumb ass gets a kitchen knife and goes back there. I fling open the door, aaaand...
One of the dogs got himself locked into the bedroom and was trying to bump his way out. Yeah. It was...not my proudest moment. But I was gonna go back there and stab somebody! I was gonna do it, man!
Exhibit B: the roach in the bathroom.
Potential intruder? Bring it. The lowly cockroach? NOPE NOPE NOPE.
I hate roaches. I hate them. I don't know why, but I do. I have Katsaridaphobia-fear of roaches. (I feel a bit validated that there's a name-I'm not alone!) I won't go near them, dead or alive. If I must deal with it, I will get the vacuum extension and do it from a distance. Or do what I did last time I saw one in the bathroom-fling a sticky mouse trap inside and slam the door and run to another room.
Hey, I did say I was a Selective Wimp...
-Lalla
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