Hey folks, Happy March. Today is one month before the official release of ANOTHER CUP OF TEA. And I’m offering a special deal for followers of this blog and my newsletter. Preorder signed copies of one or both books and pick up free audio book versions to listen to at your pleasure. The audio for TEA & DARK CHOCOLATE with be delivered immediately, while the audio for ANOTHER CUP should be out around May (depending on when Audible approve it.)
Prices include shipping to anyone in the US. If you’re somewhere else or would like to pick up your copy from me personally at RavenCon or Archon let me know and I’ll adjust the price.
Signed copies of TEA AND DARK CHOCOLATE available for just $10 including shipping (US only)
Signed copies of ANOTHER CUP OF TEA available for just $10 including shipping (US only)
Or order both for $15
Or preorder Another Cup of Tea on Kindle for just $2.99.
Four years ago I published a little book of silliness called TEA AND DARK CHOCOLATE. It was a passion project that I created for my mother, who wasn’t so fond of some of the darker themes in my fiction. She adored it.
Sadly my mum passed away at the end of 2018 so when I put together this new collection I found little pockets of poignancy sneaking in among the silliness.
In any case I hope you all enjoy it. It is now up on presale on Amazon and will be available also on all other outlets and what better day to release a humorous collection but April Fools Day.
Preorder your copy today or if you’d like a sneak peak at the book join my ARC review team over at Story Origin.
Also in honor of the presale TEA AND DARK CHOCOLATE is currently on sale for just 99 cents.
I recently traveled to London with my daughter and one Saturday night we went to a concert at O’Meara, a newish venue in a small street with a church directly opposite. As we stood in line I kept looking up at part of the stone wall surrounding the church and I swore I saw a carved face in it, though my daughter couldn’t see it.
Later in the evening I ducked out of the concert for a breather and sat in the corner of the bar drinking a cider and scribbled this little piece of flash fiction on a napkin.
by Debbie Manber Kupfer
Seamus O’Meara was a gargoyle now, and he hated every minute of it. Not that he had any choice. His dad had been a gargoyle as had his grandfather, great-grandfather and all his ancestors from back in the realms of history where the O’Mearas had begun.
They had started off of course as leprechauns, but had got cocky – and the fairy godfather thought he would take them down a notch, so gargoyles they became. One church after another until finally Seamus had ended up looking down at O’Meara Street.
But O’Meara had changed of late. No longer a quiet alleyway only known to the church goers, but rather a place of worship often desecrated by partygoers that frequented the venue that had sprung up across the street. Seamus had been sat on, spat at, climbed and pissed on – all in the interests of a congenial Saturday night.
He’d had enough. He gazed down at the revelers and plotted his revenge.
© Debbie Manber Kupfer, 2017
A little post-Valentines flash fiction – enjoy!
“Mrs. Dumpty is just as klutzy as her husband. Why they can’t just stay off that wall it beats me.” The King sighed. He’d tried sending in his men and the horses again. Didn’t work though. One of these days he’d give up and just make a huge pan of scrambled egg.
But today wasn’t the day for that. Today was Valentine’s Day. So he’d call in Cupid.
“Can’t do it,” said Cupid. “Not my area.”
“Don’t care,” countered the King. “You owe me a favor. Remember that stray arrow last year?”
“Yeah, I remember. You’re never going to let me forget that, are you? I’ll see what I can do.”
“Cheers mate. If anyone can get the Dumptys back together I know it’s you.”
Cupid flew down the wall. The Dumptys lay on the floor groaning. It looked bad, real bad. He worked for three hours straight but in the end had to call the King back.
“I’m sorry your majesty.” He sighed. “Even I couldn’t bring them back together.”
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The holidays are just around the corner. Here’s a little tale written by me and my daughter Ronni. Enjoy!
The Reindeer Games
By Debbie Manber Kupfer and Ronni Kupfer
Rudolf crouched behind the igloo waiting for his chance. He could see Blitzen in the distance on the other side of the snow bank. She was the last. Dasher and Prancer had been easy pickings. Vixen had taken longer. He had one poisonous dart left hidden in the recesses of his red, red, nose. Blitzen edged out and now Rudolf had a perfect line of sight. Pow, he sent the poison dart. It hit its target and Blitzen fell to the ground. The Reindeer Games were over. Rudolf was the Victor and he would get to guide Santa’s sleigh tonight!
Read more short fiction in Tea & Dark Chocolate, the perfect collection for the holidays.
Simon concentrated on the words. They had to be just right, perfect. The ink flowed from his pen as it floated a few inches above the magenta tissue. There that’s it, and now to fold, to create. Silently he mouthed the spell and the butterfly began to take form. He had watched a Japanese master once form an intricate butterfly out of a single sheet of paper. He closed his eyes and dredged through his memories, remembering the lines. He smiled as he opened his eyes and the butterfly sat in front him, its wings quivering, awaiting his next instruction.
Jennifer sat by herself in the corner of the cafeteria. Tonight was prom and still no invitation. She was crazy to believe that Simon was interested in her – especially as her magic was so commonplace. He could have his pick of any witch here, why would he choose her? But still she caught herself looking over at his table. He appeared to be concentrating on something. Lost in whatever crazy creative spell he was working on.
Simon raised his wand and slowly the butterfly rose through the air. All around the cafeteria there was a sudden hush as the students watched the flight of the magenta butterfly as it circled the room and finally fluttered onto Jennifer’s plate.
Jennifer gazed at it in awe. She held her breath as it started to unfold, until at last she could see the words written in beautiful copperplate letters:
“Mr. Simon Black requests the pleasure of Miss Jennifer Meeks to accompany him this evening to Salem High Spring Prom.”
With trembling hands, Jennifer took out her pen and wrote a single word, “yes”. Instantly the butterfly reformed and fluttered over to Simon’s table. Simon read the word and smiled at Jennifer who nodded. It was going to be perfect, she thought.
Happy Valentines Day folks. Join me later today at the Owl You Need is Love Event on FB and check out my special Valentines word seek on Paws 4 Puzzles.
Punxsatawney Phil didn’t see his shadow. But he saw someone else’s. What is that, he thought. It was definitely not Groundhog shaped. Maybe he should warn someone, but the humans were cheering now, rejoicing in an early spring. Yes, spring would come early this year, but with it something else, someone else – someone far more sinister than Jack Frost and there was nothing Phil could do about it.