Thursday, October 20, 2011


For your Kindle:
For your Nook:

For everything else:

(Coming SOON)

#TrickorTweet with Red Iris Books tonight @ 5PM PDT

#TrickorTweet with Red Iris Books! Join us for a haunting good time on Twitter!

Thrilled by werewolves, vampires, demons and angels? Love the chill of an eerie tale? Unique and compelling, Red Iris Books will keep you up at night. Our novels will transport you to a dark, seductive world of the unknown.

There will be LOOT at the launch of Death's Hand by S.M. Reine, and Skeleton Lake by Angela Kulig. Stop by for tricks and a question & answer with some of the cool kids.

Be there or be worm food! Use hashtag #TrickorTweet

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RSVP on goodreads or just Tweet  #TrickorTweet and let us know!

And you still have time to enter the PRETTY PIECE OF FLESH GIVEAWAY to score yourself a pretty piece of book flesh!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Skeleton Lake by Angela Kulig

Skeleton Lake

by Angela Kulig

Giveaway ends November 05, 2011.

See the giveaway details at Goodreads.

Enter to win

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Pretty Piece of (BOOK) Flesh Giveaway

Nothing is better than a pretty piece of book flesh, and now you can win some!  Head over to and enter to win Skeleton Lake in paperback. (That way you can pet the cover in private) Skeleton Lake is out 10/21 and the contest runs through 11/5


Goodreads Book Giveaway

Skeleton Lake by Angela Kulig

Skeleton Lake

by Angela Kulig

Giveaway ends November 05, 2011.

See the giveaway details at Goodreads.

Enter to win

It may take up to 2 business days for goodreads to approve my contest.

But now, comment here and enter to win an ebook copy of Death’s Hand on release day 10/21/2011 It’s a pretty piece of flesh too.

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Oh, and if you like Pretty Pieces of Book flesh, and would like to see even more fleshy giveaways make sure you let me know! Comments are love, especially this week.

BTW Death’s Hand is fantastic. It will give you the creeps in the best way possible, and that’s something Marlow from Skeleton Lake knows a lot about.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Angela Doesn’t Need A Fancy Book Tour, She needs YOU

Just some quick notes about Dark C.A.R.M.A.
& Pigments of My Imagination

Dark C.A.R.M.A. Tour

Next week I will switch to full launch mode of Skeleton Lake.
That means DARK C.A.R.M.A. will be harder to squeeze in, and there are something's that need to be accomplished for it soon.

As of this moment, I have no blog tour dates scheduled for Pigments of My Imagination, zip, zilch, nada.

I do however, have a really awesome  tour planned for Skeleton Lake. I don’t think when I signed up for this craziness that I understood how impossible it would be to book two tours on top of each other. So, what I was thinking was before I beg, plead, and bribe, I would hit up my friends with blogs if they would please post about Pigments of My Imagination from 11/11-11/22

The REM Street Team will be having all kinds of contests involving Facebook, Twitter, Google Plus, etc but if you could commit to a blog about the book on any of these dates that would be great—and you know I like to reward my friends.

Wondering what you can post about? Well, you can write about whatever you want, or snag any of my posts about it from 11/11 onward—or if you want me to do a guest post I can do that too. I’m up for pretty much anything AHEM book related that is.

Love Me LOVE Me say that you love me in the comments—or you know, just tell me you can devote your blog for a day.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Read an Excerpt from SKELETON LAKE

A Dark Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Read the Excerpt Now
Then enter the contest to win an ARC
My mouth was no longer the worst of it. Dryness tore further at my cracked lips with every haggard puff puff, with every jagged breath I forced out of it. But now, that feeling seemed to travel from the ends of my dark tangled hair, to the tips of my snow covered bare feet. I ran without direction, without a goal. I liked the feeling of the escape. I like pretending I could.
Deep foot prints and tiny droplets of red ruined the winter landscape behind me as I darted past the tree line. Terrible blotches that looked black in the moonless night were all that was left of the tops of my hands. I had unconsciously torn away at the flesh with my own finger nails. I imagined what those bones would look like, peeking through the bloody mass of my clenched fists. I didn't dare look.
My heart continued to beat, even though I knew it had already given up. Broken, but not silenced, it seemed determined to win a race against the pounding of my steps. Sometimes one rhythm would play a head, but the other would be right behind. There would never be a winner, neither of them would cease before the other and my weary legs refused to give out until I was wherever they needed me to go.
That was when I saw it, practically glowing with the reflection of a million different universes. It was a large still mass, yet everything seemed to move around it. Tendrils of steam rose from all the edges and danced across the top of the lake. I couldn't remember hearing of anything like it.
I found myself wondering what it would be like to drown. Did it hurt? How would it feel floating there, weightless, until my very life drained away?
Sprinting down a decaying wooden dock, I did not look back. Boards creaked below my weight, pieces splintered off landing in the water with a plink that sounded like hailstones that sent ripples shooting out with me.
I remember the sounds. I remember the smell of the age old gray timber being torn from rusted nails, but I still can't remember the splash.
Drowning was nothing like I thought it would be. To start, it was slow. Time seemed to stretch out forever, as did the lake, but it didn't hurt. Not really. The water was warm and pleasant given what I had just run through. My wounds felt soothed by the murky waters. Even as the liquid swirled into my ears I could imagine I was at home in a bath and not floating toward my oblivion.
I never closed my eyes. My vision blurred then somehow focused two places at once. Part of me was staring at the late eighties wallpaper in the bathroom my father refused to change. The other part of me was completely aware of the lake I was in, and the sky above me.
From here, the stars were nearly impossible to see. Blackness stretched out over my head like an old sheet, letting in just a little light through its worn places as I coasted near slumber beneath it.
There was still more darkness below, where I knew the muddy bottom waited to welcome me permanently into its grasp.
Even though I floated, I felt weighted down with so many things—Mom and Dad alone in the old farmhouse unaware that anything was wrong, all the friends I had until tonight, and a handful of other people’s secrets.
Then there was light. Not a warm white light like everyone talks about, but a ghostly blue one. I wondered what its presence meant for my afterlife, if there was such a thing. That was my last thought before the panic set in.
Everything until that point had seemed so numb. Like my own inner auto pilot had plotted this end. Had I ever stopped to think? No, because until now there had seemed no need for it. There had only been the need to escape. The consequences now were much worse than the grounding that I would have received when daddy found out I snuck out. Where was my good judgment when I set out on foot tonight? When I'd tossed my heels into the ditch, as if the blisters they caused were my worst blemish? I thought nothing more than they slowed me down.
The blue light was right on top of me. I could tell it was close enough to reach out and grab me, but I was still surprised when it did. It seared my skin with ice cold fingers like instant frostbite on sunburned flesh, a cold and brittle feeling that belonged to a moving skeleton. Was this Death? Did such a specter really exist?
I let out the last of the air from my lungs as the black bled in from the edges of my vision before eventually filling everything, being everything, and then in the darkness, my stomach took a big flop. My whole body felt stuck in a Marlow shaped elevator shaft, and I had come to a sudden halt before being jolted upwards.
Then there was nothing.
I was unaware if I would ever leave the lake, unaware if it mattered at all.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011


You can always tell when I come this close to losing it. For the amount of stuff I cram into a day I rarely bite off more than I can chew. Well I hit that invisible wall this weekend and I think I have just been laying there sprawled out on the ground beneath it, feeling sorry for myself. I haven’t blogged in a week, I avoided Twitter for a days. If you are guessing that just made me feel worse you’re right. It just couldn’t be helped.

I missed a street team post though and that was KILLER it’s still not ready. But I wanted to share some details, so maybe the hate mail will stop.

What is the Street Team? (This is that revolution I’ve been talking about—it’s a lit revolution)
It is people I love and love (or at least respect me) back, spreading the word about my books, my contests, my blog, and best of all my friends! All this in exchange for free stuff and me being your best friend Winking smile

How do I be a part of the madness?
There will be several ways which you can be involved. Here are some examples:

-Putting The Street Team button on your blog/facebook/google plus etc.
-Stalking me all over the internets
-Doing book reviews/ posts about the afore mentioned subjects on your blog, goodreads, facebook, amazon,, ANYWHERE YOU CAN PUT IT WITH OUT GETTING IN TROUBLE
-Tweeting about the afore mentioned subjects
-Being creative in your endeavors
-Adding my books to your goodreads TBR list (and reading them)
-Getting other people to join the street team!
-Being a Street Team TEAMSTER, that’s code for Street Team leader

So what do I get?
What gratitude isn’t enough for you people? No? Well then you are lucky I have planned all sorts of things. Including:

-Free books by me, other people on Red Iris books, and some of my best friends.
-Swag which is book specific. So far there are things like book marks, t-shirts, posters, jewelry, and so much more.
-Exclusive content, and interviews for you personal blog
-Giftcards for Amazon and Barnes & Noble
-Exclusive street team sales and eventually presales.

What is this beasts name?
Funny you should say that; the Street Teams official name is REM or The RedEyed Monster Street Team.

When does it start?
The official launch day has been moved to October 17th, the Monday before Skeleton Lake is released, but we are going to have our first Street Team contest starting today!