Books Page Update – Get yourself a freebie!

Yeah, I know what some might be thinking…Another page update, didn’t you just do that? Yes, I did. But, it’s for a good reason, I swear! A website is an organic and always changing thing, y’all. lol Plus, this updated page clarifies how readers can pick up FREE TMDBooks. It’s a win-win. Well, mostly a win for readers. *wink*

The BOOKS page has been updated to include a contact form for Reviewers. Please take a peek and fill out the form if you’re interested! On the page is also listed which TMDBooks are currently free. Hopefully, this helps! You can find the BOOKS page at the top in the header menu, or simply click on the link below to go directly to the page.


Don’t forget to look at the sub categories listed under the BOOKS page to view each series, listed individually, if you are looking for something in particular.

Happy Reading, y’all!

The Dry Lands – Snippet Time!

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If you haven’t started THE DRY LANDS yet, here’s a little snippet for you…


By the time Hutch reached the first set of caves tucked up high in the saw-toothed Scoriah Mountains, his hands were cracked and bleeding and his nose was runny from the cold air. Half the day had passed while he struggled to climb over the foothills and smaller peaks in search of a safe place to sleep for the night. More times than he could count, his footing slipped and splintered points of the rocky outcrops dug into his shins, arms and chest like shards of glass. Without sustenance he couldn’t heal as quickly as his body normally allowed.

He hated the place.

Even the caves provided little solace. The largest one he found was barely deep enough to stretch out in, with only enough height for sitting up. The view overlooked the terrain he had just scrambled over, a disappointment as he wanted to see what was beyond the mountain range — not what he had already conquered.

And there was something terribly wrong with the air. “What the hell is that stink?”

A gag-worthy odor leaked through the cracked walls of the cave, and with the light fading faster than he thought possible, he couldn’t see around his sleeping space to identify the source.

“Smells like curdled milk and dog shit in here,” he murmured to himself.

The cave walls closest to him felt dry, so he assumed the rotten smell came from gasses inside the mountain. It was too dark to look for an odor-free shelter, so he curled up on his side, hoping the breeze would blow hard enough on his face to mask some of the smell. It would take more than luck to survive the night without puking — even more luck to survive the cold.

His last thought of the day wasn’t a pleasant one. I’m screwed completely.

– Chapter 3, The Dry Lands

‘The Dry Lands’ finally has a release date!

Mark your calendars, friends!!

It’s been a little while coming, but my first Sci-Fi Fantasy finally has its release date!

The Dry Lands, a Hutch & A’ris Novel

On the planet Ernoth the start of an underground movement throws together an unlikely pair: a stubborn Princess, A’ris Brynx, and a lowly wanderer, Krane Hutch. If left to conquer the Dry Lands alone death would be inevitable, but together there is a chance for survival. One is on a mission to save the world – the other on a mission of self-preservation. With so many secrets between them and a price on their heads, will either achieve what they set out to do, or will the journey destroy them both?

This character-driven Science Fiction Fantasy is full of intrigue and discovery. Spiked with lies and secrets. Laced with friendships and betrayals. And of course…touched with loss and love.

Hutch and A’ris are coming February 4th, 2014

Yep, that’s next month, I know, but it will get here before you know it!

Can’t wait to share the book with you all. 🙂

Thursday Teaser – The Dry Lands

“I know it’s real.”

“How? How do you know this?”

“Do you ever feel in your bones when the rain is coming? I feel this in my soul, Hutch. I know there’s something [out] there and my people deserve to know what their ancestors died to protect.”

Hutch swerved the scud off the road and they jolted to a stop. A’ris had to grab the bird to keep him from catapulting off her lap.

He leaned toward her, with one arm draped over the steering wheel. “I think your notion of this whole mess is far less romantic than that.”

“Do you. Enlighten me.”

“I think you’ve got daddy issues. And you want nothing more than to defy the King. For whatever reason, he wants to keep this a secret, so you want to expose it. Have you considered for even one second that though he seems like the bad guy here, he might actually be hiding this from you and all your people for a reason?”

Hutch watched her cheeks turn crimson. “He’s not that noble.”

“And you’re not that innocent.”

A’ris met his gaze and held it, allowing the angry undercurrents of energy swirl between them. She was the first to look away, and Hutch stared at her profile for a full minute before she spoke.

Her voice was demure and quiet, but Hutch still felt the sting of her words. “You’ve gone above and beyond what I hired you for. I’ll make sure you are paid when we reach the Wet Lands and then you can go on your way, back to whatever pained existence makes you happy.”

– Copyright Trish Marie Dawson, The Dry Lands (Hutch & A’ris)

Tuesday Teaser

From the Untitled story featuring ‘Hutch & A’ris’

– Copyright Trish Marie Dawson


It was foolish of her to think she could simply walk to the next town. She knew that only an hour into the journey. Fortune bestowed upon her a cavalcade of displaced gypsies on the road that she blended in quite well with. But the furthest she had ever walked was around the castle grounds – a trip that took less than half an hour.

Her feet ached, as did her shoulder that held her canvas tote, but still she pushed on, afraid to let any space grow between herself and her dusty companions. If a squadron was dispatched outside of the city to look for her, she needed to blend in with a group, not be standing alone on the cracked road like bait.

For three days they spent the hottest part of the day under tents. A tattooed man with seven wives allowed her to share space under the patchwork fabric in exchange for a gold ring. She had several tied around the inner waistband of her slacks to use exclusively for bartering. If she traveled with money, she would likely garner more attention than she wanted. And gypsies loved gold.

“Will you tell us more about your quest today, red one?” The man asked, while puffing smoke out of a long tube.

“I’ve already told you of my need to reach the Outer Provinces of Calypso,” she smiled.

“Aye, that you have. An ill aunt, you claim. Calypso is full of illness. What I can’t fathom is why such a sprite as yourself would travel on foot to a town ravaged by disease. Have you a cure for the Spot that we simple nomads haven’t heard of?” The man took another long drag off his pipe before handing it to the raven-haired woman draped across his left leg.

“No. There is no cure for the Spot, as you surely know.” A’ris shifted nervously on the thin rug beneath her, glancing out at the flat land that surrounded them. “She is dying. I am her only relative come to claim her,” she lied.

“Is that all?”

A’ris risked a defiant stare at the gypsy. He was challenging her, feeling her out to find a weakness. She wouldn’t give in. The story of a dying aunt in need of a family member to process her out of this world had seemed sufficient back at Ernoth, but actually discussing the details showed how thin her story truly was. And the gypsy knew it. No one, especially a young and un-claimed woman as herself would dare venture to Calypso for such a thing.

“My business is my own, gypsy,” she said coolly.

With a nod, the man ran his slender fingers through the hair of the woman on his lap, and twisted one of the dozen rings he adorned with his thumb. “Aye. In Calypso, you will find death, yes? Are you prepared for that?”

“Of course,” she lied again.

“You don’t smell ready. You smell innocent.” He sniffed the air between them with a laugh and A’ris smiled weakly before looking away, back into the expanse of dry land.

“Is anyone ever ready for death?” A’ris mumbled to no one in particular.

Of course there was no dying aunt, but there was a man. A map-reader. And she hoped the Spot hadn’t claimed him, for if he was dead, she didn’t know where to turn. But the Gods knew she would not go back to Ernoth. Not even the plague could scare her back into the iron arms of her father.