TDL is now on Apple and Kobo!

Get that iPad ready for Hutch and A’ris!

A runaway princess on a mission and a mysterious traveler become an unlikely pair when the two cross paths in the unforgiving Dry Lands. As an underground movement struggles to overthrow the Dark King, an old prophecy threatens to change the future; an act that could unleash answers to some of the planet’s most dangerous secrets. Answers the people aren’t ready for. Together, the fiery red-head, A’ris Brynx, and the rugged Krane Hutch, must survive the lies, betrayals, consequences and each other.

This full-length fantasy novel takes readers on a never-ending journey of emotions and adventure. An otherworldly tale set on the faraway planet of Ernoth, where gypsies wander the deserts, assassins are on the hunt, mysteries are questioned, and secrets beg to be told.

Boho Woman Walks In The Garden, Outdoors. Enjoying Nature Relax

The Dry Lands was only available on Amazon and B&N, till today! Click on either of the two new distributors below to read this YA/NA Fantasy book! Happy reading, y’all!

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June is bringing more Piper Willow your way!

Yep, book #4 of The Station series is releasing THIS month! If you’ve been following Piper’s journey since the beginning, then you won’t want to miss the next chapter of her story. And if the Station is new to you, why not start it now with DYING to FORGET – for free? Wondering if you’ve missed a book? Check out the complete list of Station titles below:

DYING to FORGET

DYING to REMEMBER

DYING to RETURN

NILES

MALLORY

KERRY-ANNE

All caught up? Are you ready to dive back into Piper’s mind and see what’s been happening in her world? The wait will be over soon, but in the meantime, check out this excerpt to hold you over for a few more days…

“Hi, stranger,” Sloan says.

My hands jerk off my lap and I end up sitting on them, embarrassed to be caught playing with the idea of calling Rush to me. It’s absurd to assume Sloan knows what the bracelet is for – I’ve never told him. Still, instead of looking at his face, I keep my gaze frozen to the center of his chest, staring at his shirt as if I’ve never seen it before. My focus is off. My entire being feels off, and I don’t know why.

Kerry-Anne rises to give Sloan a quick hug before pecking me on the cheek with a kiss and walking off into the crowd. She’s giving us our space, being the thoughtful friend she always is. But for some reason, I want her to stay. I want a chaperone.

Sloan sits down in her spot, his eyes watching the water at my back. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he sighs without looking up.

My words stumble out awkwardly. “I haven’t…I’ve just…things have been busy with the Ones. I didn’t mean to…” My mouth snaps shut on its own, saving me from further mortification.

“I was just joking,” he teases, turning to look up at me. One of his eyebrows is raised, sending me a silent question that I most likely don’t want to answer. “I was a jerk the last time I saw you. Sorry. My head wasn’t in the right place.”

Looking down at my feet, I nod. I know the feeling.

It wasn’t just the last time we saw each other that was strange. Our last few meetings have been…different. We talk, like we always have, about anything and everything. But there’s a shift in the relationship, from both sides. Before my mind wanders, I lock myself up, keeping away from his thoughts.

He elbows me with a smile. “That was an apology, you know.”

“Right, I know,” I lie.

“I’m getting ready to go back out.” He slaps a hand down on the water, spraying it away from us.

“That’s good,” I blurt.

Sloan lost his first assignment about two dozen Ones departures ago. We don’t have a handle on time, so I gauge it by searching through the memories of what all of us were doing then. Like all who have lost a case to suicide, there’s a bit of retreating into oneself that happens once returning to the Station. Most volunteers have been through it, but it hurts every time. I picture Mallory inside my head when I swallowed Dad’s pills, wondering just how freaked out she was the last time I closed my eyes, and how badly she wanted me to make a different decision.

I place a hand on his knee. “You’ve taken time off, attended tons of therapy sessions, even gone through your own review again, right? If you’re ready, you’ll know it.”

With a quick glance up at me, he nods. “I feel it. That…pull.”

The pull. The Station was designed to be in a constant state of motion. The minute, no, the second that a volunteer makes the drift with their assignment, the problems waiting for us at the Station fade, landing on a back shelf somewhere to be dealt with at a later time. Established volunteers are much more successful at this, surely, but even someone like Sloan, who has taken his time between cases and racked up a resume only a tenth of Kerry-Anne’s size, is able to put his issues aside while on a case. But it’s getting harder for him, and losing his last charge is a massive blow.

He surprises me by letting out a low laugh. It’s hollow, no emotion, just…sound. “I guess I don’t have to ask you how it feels to lose someone when I’m sitting right here next to you.”

“Oh.”

He shakes his head, hiding his eyes from me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, shit, how do you look at me and not feel like a failure? How does being around me not make you question everything about what this place means? I don’t know how you do it. And I don’t even have to see my guy all the time. I’ll probably never see him again. But you being around me…does it ever bother you? I couldn’t handle being constantly reminded that I’d fucked up and let someone die.”

Wow.

– DYING to KNOW is Coming Soon – © Trish Marie Dawson

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It’s Officially Out of My Hands – Why Waiting for the Editor is Painful

Are you ready for a new Station book?? Well, there’s one coming! The fourth, Dying to Know, is officially out of my hands and flying through the interwebs into my editor’s inbox as I type this. I love her, she’s amazing, but waiting for feedback is stressful – and yes – kind of painful, because now I have nothing to do but wait.

But, equal parts exciting too, because the first round of beta readers also got their copies today, so perhaps this is why my normally dry palms are feeling clammy and I want to shove insane amounts of chocolate in my mouth while checking my email every five seconds.

Will they like it?

Will they hate it?

Will they love it?

I don’t know. O.O Wish me luck. I’ll probably be going a little insane this coming week.

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Thursday Teaser – Dying to Know, book 4 of The Station Series

Me feet are moving alongside Kerry-Anne’s, I’m aware of this. But my mind takes a fleeting moment to recall my trip to Dhara, and I absentmindedly stroke the golden strands that hang on my left wrist. I’ve begun to miss Della and her father lately. And Rush, of course. I think about him more than is healthy. Mostly wondering what he is doing, and where. And if he’s thinking about me too. What used to be an occasional thought has turned into a constant state of being.

It’s only simple curiosity. That must be it.

“…And then when she woke up, I got the first real look at where she lives, which was in an abandoned building. It’s so sad, Piper. There are so many teenagers living on the streets, I never knew that! This was the first case where my charge didn’t have an actual home and…are you listening to me?” Kerry-Anne touches my shoulder with her arm.

I trip over my own feet like a toddler learning how to walk. “Yes, I’m sorry. I was just thinking…” I’ve been drifting between her story and my memories.

“I noticed. You miss them, don’t you?” Kerry-Anne asks.

We’ve walked half-way to the fountain, our refuge, when I blink and realize I’ve been ignoring her since we left the Ones department.

“Miss who?” I ask.

She points at my arm, where my right hand is fingering the bracelet. I snatch it back and straighten my shoulders. I have too much to do to be losing myself in idle thought.

“No,” I lie, but when Kerry-Anne scrunches her face into a knowing glare, I shrug my shoulders in submission. “Okay, fine. Yeah, a little.”

“Have you talked to them or seen…him?” We’ve reached the fountain rim, and Kerry-Anne plops herself down, taking care to spread out the skirt of her yellow sundress.

“No.”

“Why not?”

I sigh, taking a seat beside her. “It’s complicated.”

“Everything is complicated if you make it that way.”

“When did you get so smart?” I laugh.

She smiles. “Will is out on assignment. I miss him, too. But it’s not the same for you. Will and I see each other between almost every case. Rush isn’t actually here.”

I shake my head in disagreement while dipping my index finger into the fountain water. “He is, in a way.”

The words Rush spoke to me just before he last left the Station replay over and over in my head, and again, I reach over my lap to touch the delicate strands wrapped around my wrist with a wet hand. We are bound together through this. Like family. If you want me to return, simply will it to be.

Simply will it to be, I thought. I almost do it. I almost open up my mind as far as it will go with my thumb pressing down on the bracelet to ask for his return, when a different voice speaks beside me.

“Hi, stranger,” Sloan says.

– Dying to Know, Book 4 of The Station Series, Coming Soon 

© Trish Marie Dawson

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That old sadness is creeping back in…A Teaser Quote from Dying to Know

My greatest fear here is not that I’ll never find my purpose, it’s that I will, and then I’ll ruin all my chances of a happily ever afterlife and end up just as miserable and lonely as I was the day I died. I thought that was my rock-bottom, that beautiful sunny Southern California day when the first me left.

Nope.

Today, in this very moment, that old sadness is creeping back in, as well as the anger, the pain, and the overwhelming feeling of being utterly insignificant. Fear has dug its way back under my skin, scraping along my bones, and filling my veins with poison. It’s become a neighbor again to Doubt, which is currently ripping into my heart and making a forever home there.

I just want to go back to sleep where it was dark and quiet. Where for just a fraction of a moment, I forgot it all. I felt nothing, because nothing is what I had become.

And right now, that sounds like Heaven.

– Piper Willow, Dying to Know – Coming Soon © Trish Marie Dawson

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