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ZP News for August 2013



Our error is your gain! Our latest title The Marvelous Mechanical Man was misprinted into the wrong size. So ZP now has 50 collectibles you can get (and will be signed by the author!) for the low price of $10. And will include FREE SHIPPING! So order your copy today from the ZP bookstore before they’re all gone!


New from Zumaya Otherworlds The Marvelous Mechanical Man by Rie Sheridan Rose.


New from Zumaya Boundless The 9th Man by Dorien Grey.

New from Zumaya Thresholds No More Goddesses by Kim Baccellia.


Meet our Authors and Artists! Check here often for their Appearance Schedules and other news.

August 2013

Roberta Rogow will be at the 12th Annual Deadly Ink Mystery Conference in New Brunswick,NJ held on Aug 2-4.


Chester Aaron will be at the Guerneville Regional Library on Saturday August 17 at 2pm in GUerneville, CA.


An audiobook version of Gloria Oliver’sVassal of El is now available from IAMBIK. This is the second title of her novels now available in an audio version.


Zumaya Publications will be at the 71st Annual World Science Fiction Convention – Lone Star Con 3 – on August 29 thru September 2, 2013. But ZP won’t be there alone. Several of our authors will also be in attendance! Gloria Oliver, Elizabeth Burton, Roberta Rogow, Rie Sheridan Rose, and more!



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From Zumaya Otherworlds – The Marvelous Mechanical Man

The Marvelous Mechanical Man
by Rie Sheridan Rose

Josephine Mann is down to her last two dollars when she bumps into Professor Alistair Conn. The professor is in need of a lab assistant, and Jo desperately needs a job. Obviously, it’s the Hand of Fate.

Professor Conn has created a wonder–a 9-foot-tall automaton Jo dubs Phaeton. When an evil villain steals the marvelous mechanical man, Jo and Alistair track him down and get Phaeton back. Unfortunately, it’s a given the evil Blessant won’t give up without a fight, and Jo’s longing for adventure suddenly becomes much too real…and deadly.

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ISBN:    9781612712291



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From Zumaya’s Otherworlds Imprint – Murder in Manatas

Murders in Manatas

by Roberta Rogow


No job is ever as simple as it seems


Halvar Danske, known as the Hireling, has come to Manatas to determine whether there’s fraud afoot in the Feria. His master, the Al-Andalusian Calif Don Felipe, has had a letter from an old friend named Leon di Vicenza claiming part of the calif’s share of the Feria’s revenues is being funneled into unauthorized pockets.

It’s more than an omen when Halvar stumbles on a brutally murdered man his first morning in Manatas, and the day goes downhill from there. Is the corpse really Leon di Vincenza, or is someone staging a gigantic hoax? And what does Halvar’s childhood love Dani Glick have to do with it?

In this first pair of novellas, filk-artist and author Roberta Rogow introduces a world where Spain rules North America and a Danish soldier turned investigator is thrust into a place where the primitive nature of the surroundings is a sharp contrast to the sophisticated intrigue that plagues the island of Manatas.

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ISBN:    9781612712178


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Zumaya Otherwords Imprint – The Everdark Gate by Elizabeth K Burton

The Everdark Gate by Elizabeth K Burton

The Everdark Gate by Elizabeth K Burton

Whom the gods make mad must be destroyed


Azdrefel is once again imprisoned in the infinite void of the Everdark, but before anyone can celebrate victory his high priest engulfs an unprepared kingdom of Oestrand in a war it can’t hope to win. With its king hidden in the Sorcerer’s Tower, the land falls under the savage and bloody hand of the Servants.

But Hasdrugon isn’t content to rule. He wants vengeance on those who sent his god into exile, and there are traitors who are only too willing to help him.

In the conclusion of the Everdark Wars trilogy, Perian Dawnstar and Randrick alt Harbinnen are left with a task incomplete and an implacable enemy whose plans for them would make nightmares seem pleasant.

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Posted by on November 27, 2011 in New Releases, Zumaya Otherworlds


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Zumaya Otherworlds Imprint – The Ugly Princess

The Ugly Princess by Elizabeth K Burton

The Ugly Princess

This is the way his world ends

Christopher Evergild, like his father and his grandfathers before him, had trained all his life for one thing: to be the Royal Champion of Abernal and maintain the peace with the strength of his arm.

Then the king dies at his wedding feast, and his heir is a woman exiled to a mountain keep as an infant—a woman reputed to be so hideous only trolls can bear to look at her. Plots to replace her sprout before the king’s corpse is cold, but Chris’s duty is clear.

How is he to know doing the right thing will change his life forever?

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Posted by on November 26, 2011 in New Releases, Zumaya Otherworlds


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A Look into the World of THE LUCKLESS PRINCE

Secrets within secrets...



The little girl sniffed, dragging her hand under her dripping nose as she cowered against the damp wood of the slavers’ holding pen. Her face was streaked with dirt and tears. Greasy blond hair hung about her thin shoulders. Her torn dress was spattered with filth. She had lost her shoes on the forced march from the village.

The raid was three weeks past now, and the air held a hint of frost. She drew her scabbed knees up under the ruins of her skirt, trying not to shiver. It would be another cold night.

A steady wind blew in off the sea, carrying with it the odor of salt and dead fish. The stench turned her stomach. Her last meal had been a raw potato two days ago—the slavers were not punctual with feeding times. But the pen was almost full now. It would not be long.

A loud scuffle broke out beyond the sturdy gate of the pen, and the flare of several torches drove back the darkness. She shaded her eyes against the sudden glare. There were guttural shouts in the harsh tongue of the slaver beasts, and the sound of a blow on flesh. A grunt of pain was followed by a burst of musical language she had never heard before and a strangled cry as a whip snapped. A dark figure stumbled into the pen, and she scrambled backward as the newcomer fell into the spot where she had been sitting.

Coarse laughter rang in the night, and the gate slammed shut with a hollow clang. She heard the snick of the lock snapping shut and sighed. One step closer to the ship.

The prone figure in the muddy slime groaned, and she crept forward, ready to bolt. Sometimes a new one had a morsel of food they were willing to share or a bit of news. Besides, he looked hurt, and a few men were still strong enough to bully the weaker captives.

“Sir…” she whispered. “Sir, are ye dead?”

There was a weary chuckle, followed by a cough and another groan.

“Not yet, my lady.” He caught his breath with a gasp. “Damn their eyes. They will rue this day!” He crawled over to the nearest wall, sitting with back braced against the pen’s sodden planks. “Curse it, what a nasty place this is.”

“Ye’ll get no disagreement there. Are ye bad hurt, sir?”

Even in the dim light shadowing his face, she saw the flash of his dazzling smile.

“Not so bad I can’t heal it, child. I will be fine.”

“Ye’re a healer, sir?” Her voice bloomed with hope.

“Some say so. Some whisper other things. My name is Ravenwing, lady. And what might yours be?”

“I ain’t no lady. Just the miller’s girl. Me name is Daerci Miller. Me da was kilt defending the village, and me mum is terrible sick. D’ya think ye could help her, sir?” Daerci gulped. “I-I got no money, but I-I could give ye…other things,” she mumbled, glad that the darkness hid her face. She could feel the blood staining her cheeks with crimson fire.

“How old are you, Daerci?” the stranger asked, an odd tone to his voice.

“I be just gone eleven, sir…but I’m strong…” She could not go on. She felt her lip trembling, and she did not want to blubber like a babe. She knew what the slavers meant for her. Her mum had told her to do whatever it took to stay alive, but she could not bear the thought of that future. At least this way she would have her own choice in the matter. And it would be for a decent reason.

She swiped again at her dirty face, smearing the tears through the grime. The restless shuffling sounds of her fellow prisoners only made the situation worse, and she was painfully aware how much she needed a bath.

“Come here, child,” commanded Ravenwing, his voice gentle.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Daerci knelt beside him. Biting her lip until she tasted blood, she raised a trembling hand to the lacing of her bodice.

Ravenwing caught her hand in his.

“No, Daerci.”

“But ’tis all I have, my lord,” she moaned, her words a broken whisper.

He folded her into his arms, pulling the ragged remains of a cloak about them both.

“And you shall keep it, my dear. Save that coin to spend on one you love.”

Daerci sobbed against his chest, clinging to him tightly.

“But me mum—she says…she says….”

Ravenwing held her in his arms while she sobbed, and the warmth of him made her feel safe even in this insanity. It struck her as odd, even as she relished the haven.

“Hush, lamb. All will be well. Sleep now.” He murmured something she didn’t understand, and her eyes fell closed of their own accord.

* * * *

But all was not well.

When Daerci awoke with the sunrise, she smelled oranges. She lay wrapped in Ravenwing’s cloak, her back against the sturdy wall of the pen. The stranger was gone, but a peeled fruit was tucked in the crook of her arm.

Yawning, she rubbed her eyes, clambering to her feet. She had left her mother alone all night. What if the fever had soared high again, making her cry out for relief? Who would have bathed her temples with moisture coaxed from the wood of the wall? Who would have sung her back to sleep?

Unable to resist the temptation, Daerci bolted down half the orange, forcing herself to stop and bundle the rest into the stranger’s cloak for her mother. She wove through the huddled prisoners to the corner for which she had kicked and clawed to win possession. Its relative safety made it a prime location, and she had defended it daily. Only a vain search for food had sent her from her mother’s side the previous evening. Hunger made her do strange things, but she prayed it would not prove costly.

As she neared their spot, Daerci began to run, scooping up a stone from the noxious slime of the pen. A man was bent over her defenseless mother.

“Leave her alone!” Daerci screamed, and flung the rock at him.

He turned and caught it in one hand. In the growing sunlight, she saw he was tall and graceful, clad in mud-spattered black breeches and a flowing white shirt. His dark hair fell across his brow and brushed the top of his collar. She knew him at once.

“Oh!” she squeaked, covering her mouth with her muddy hand. “I beg yer pardon, sir!”

Ravenwing dropped the stone, brushing the slime from his hand with a grimace of distaste.

“No offense taken, my dear child. You did well.” His face grew somber, and he held out his hand to her. “Come here, Daerci.”

She went toward him reluctantly, knowing in her heart what he was about to tell her. She ignored the proffered hand and dropped to her knees beside the still form.

“She’s dead, ain’t she?” she asked flatly seeking only confirmation. One look at her mother’s twisted features, with their frozen rictus of pain, was enough answer.

Ravenwing hunkered down beside her, draping an arm around her thin shoulders.

“I am sorry, my dear. I got here too late. I couldn’t help her.”

“‘Tis probably better this way. She were too weak for the sea, and three months gone with child. The slavers would probably have kilt her anyway.”

She felt his arm tighten across her shoulders but dared not look at him. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes, eyes her mum had always told her were like two sunlit emeralds. She’d never seen an emerald…

Oh, by the Flames, what was she to do now? The tears spilled over the dam of her willpower and cut through the dirt on her cheeks.

Ravenwing gathered her to him once more, holding her until the floodgates had closed. When her tears were reduced to hiccuping gasps, he dried her face with the hem of his cloak.

“Would you like to be free of this place, Daerci?”

“Anything is better than what them beasts want me to do. But what would I have to do fer you?” she asked.

“Be my companion. Share my road.” He quirked an eyebrow. “Perhaps learn a new trade.”

Her green eyes narrowed. “What kind of trade?”

“How are you at picking locks?”

“I ain’t never tried.”

“Then it is time you learned.” He took her hand and led her back to the gate, producing a slender lockpick from somewhere within his clothing.

“Why ain’t you doing it?” she asked, suspicious.

“The lock is iron. I cannot touch it.”

“Why not?”

“I’ll tell you all in time,” he replied, his voice tinged with exasperation.

Daerci flinched. She knew that tone well. It had usually preceded a cuff from her father.

Ravenwing hastened to reassure her.

“I’m sorry, child. I haven’t time for stories now. When we are well away, I will tell you all.” He handed her the lockpick. “Will you try?”

Daerci stared up at him. There was something about his eyes she trusted. After all, what was the alternative?

“I’ll try,” she promised with a sharp nod of her head.

Taking a deep breath, she slipped the bit of metal into the keyhole, waiting for instructions.

(Follow Daerci and Ravenwing’s adventures in The Luckless Prince)


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Otherworlds Imprint Release – Meter Parents by MD Benoit

Otherworlds Imprint Release – Meter Parents by MD Benoit

Meter Parents: A Jack Meter Case File

It's always some thing...


Jack Meter’s hard-won peace is about to be shattered again. Two fugitives have descended on his apartment and are demanding help. They’re Phoenixes, a species that start as babies in the morning, age through the day and vanish after sunset, only to be reborn the next day.

Then there’s the Kayzar. The aliens want the Phoenixes back and are willing to kill anyone to recapture them, including Jack.

The Phoenixes’ story doesn’t ring true to Jack, but what’s a PI to do when his home is invaded, his friends feel sorry for the refugees, and he has a dead Kayzar stinking up his apartment?

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Posted by on July 6, 2011 in Zumaya Otherworlds


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