New fiction sales

I am thrilled to announce 4 short story sales and 1 reprint.

First up, Speechless in Seattle, my urban fantasy story that appeared in Fiction River: Hex in the City, edited by Kerrie L. Hughes will reappear in the anthology, Street Magicks, edited by Paula Guran and published by Prime Books.

Also, I have sold the following new stories:

Sense and Sentientability (SF) to Fiction River: No Humans Allowed edited by John Helfers
A Pearl into Darkness (crime fiction) to Fiction River: Justice edited by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Starfish at Ebbtide (YA fantasy) to Fiction River: Wishes edited by Rebecca Moesta
Goodnight, Madison (thriller) to Fiction River: Pulse Pounders 3 by Kevin J. Anderson

It’s been quite a week or so and I’m totally stoked about the sales and a reprint. These stories won’t appear until 2017/2018, so look for them sometime next year.

In novel news, still working on a book 2 for my Sundial Inn series as well as several books in a 6-book dystopic series. And a really awesome idea came to me on my last morning at the Oregon Coast. Not sure what it will be yet, but I’m pretty sure it’ll be a novel. So, working on that as well as another short story I started at my workshop.

So…things are going very well atm. :)

Women in Fantasy Story Bundle

My short story, Speechless in Seattle, published in the Fiction River Anthology: Hex in the City is part of a new Women in Fantasy bundle from Story Bundle. In this bundle, you will find work by some amazing writers: Katharine Eliska Kimbriel, Robin Brande, Anthea Sharp, and  Laura Anne Gilman. With bonus work from Leslie Claire Walker, Judith Tarr, Leah Cutter, P. N. Elrod, and the fantastic, Kristine Kathryn Rusch.

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Catch the magic and intrigue soon because this bundle disappears in 20 days! Don’t miss this one.


Novel Proof!

IMG_0302Look what arrived in today’s mail! The proof for my first novel, Isabel’s Tears! Holding a physical book in my hand for the first time…there just aren’t words. It will be out toward the end of July. I’m just thrilled…my first novel will finally see the light of day. At last! Did I also mention that I’m writing a sequel to Isabel’s Tears? Looks like the Sundial Inn has decided to give up more stories. Cassidy and Griff are going to have their hands full again.

Raising the dead

gravesI don’t even know where to start this post. I feel like a lifetime has passed since the gauntlet that’s been my life began. I remember how things were going to be different, I told myself when a cold, snowy January rang in the new year: 2014. I’d been writing my ass off, looking forward to a workshop far from the snow. But January 10th changed everything. The day my mom broke two-three vertebrae in her back. I was able to attend my February workshop, but it was a struggle because my mom needed care. When I returned home, things were worse, so much worse. Two back surgeries later and still, she could barely move. Leaving me in a caretaker role. I remember how difficult taking care of my father had been when he suffered through a decade of Parkinson’s and heart trouble. As much as I love my mom, I just didn’t think I had it in me to be full-time caregiver, full-time employee, and working writer. Moving up the chain at work into a directorial role had left me over-worked and over-stressed over the past two years as it was. Combined with back/knee/chronic pain issues, I wasn’t in a very good personal state to embark on another horrible boat-ride down the river Styx with no paddle and no coin for the ferryman. Especially when they buckled me in with a fucking shoulder harness.

So, needless to say, I went kicking and whining and screaming on a year-long odyssey of self-destruction while I tried to get my mom help, keep my job, and keep my cats from eating me when they ran out of food. Thank God for Amazon Prime and Petflow. By December of 2014, I looked out the window at another cold, dreary winter, much colder than the last, and realized that ol’ Charon had kicked my boat away from shore and toward the falls. And miraculously, the boat had landed upright in little wooden splinters all over the frozen lake of Hell. Yes! Hell. Had. Frozen! So, I undid my shoulder harness (okay, it was already smashed into pieces), and got up from the icy ground. I can do this, I told myself, striding toward the crunchy white grass. And slipped and fell on my ass. Yep, with all the fun going on, I discovered that I had some bulging discs that doubled me over with…more fun! Yep, I was in the perfect position to take over for ol’ Sisyphus who needed to go on holiday and needed a sub to push his fucking rock up and down the hill for a few more months. So, naturally, I just couldn’t pass up such a wonderful opportunity. And since it was colder than a witch’s tit in a brass bra (yeah, that’s so old, but hey, I’m not gettin’ any younger these days, myself), I could ice my back and help out a bro with his rock-recreation at the same time. Multitasking!

So the unfun continued into some even more unfun until it brought to me to the year 2015. My mom’s back was better, enough that she could take care of things without me making them worse (like not putting the skillets in the right cabinet or making beds with the pillows on top of the comforter). BUT…then I found out I had a wee bit of internal bleeding. Just a wee bit. Not like a geyser or when you forget and leave the hose running in the backyard. Just a little bit that showed up in test I didn’t want to take. Thanks to a good doctor who nagged the hell out of me to go have the test that no one wants to take, I still put it off until April. After enduring the native ritual of ingesting only the most tasteless substances of the earth, including a shitload (pun intended) of only the worst tasting sports drinks’ flavors made (‘coz red and purple bad) and being denied my one pleasure in life (Diet Coke – hey, I live on the edge), I embarked on the day I said would never come: Colonoscopy Day. Holee fuck was this a bad day! There’s SO MANY THINGS they don’t tell you. See, your mind tries to protect you and so it deletes these little horrors so they won’t wake you up screaming at 3 AM when you realize that all that shit they make you take doesn’t stop working just because your procedure time arrives. No, this is energizer bunny shit that goes and goes and goes and it doesn’t matter that you’re so done with this relationship. It’s that bad ex-boyfriend who follows you to your favorite coffee house or that awesome sports bar you used to love. It comes with you to the hospital, comes with you to registration, sits with you in your hospital bed when they tell you the procedure’s been delayed an hour so just hang tight while your bowels blow up like beach balls and you feel like if you move an inch, it will be a large Hadron collider, black hole explosion of  Gatorade and chicken broth and fucking peach popsicles you’ve been living on for 36 hours. And then finally, they take you in for the procedure and just when you think you just can’t deal with another moment, the blessed drugs kick in and you fade into a shamed and broken sleep while they…sigh…y’know. Take more pictures than a war correspondent of things you didn’t even want to know existed.

It took a while for the results (weeks, but hey, who’s counting, right? it’s just a little internal bleeding…just a little), but in the end, I dodged a bullet. Precancerous. Don’t know if those ninja polyp bastards were studying cancer blueprints to take over my colon or if they’d just been around long enough that they wanted to make a club for the whole gang. Either way, I dodged a serious bullet and I at least owe my doctor a fruit basket. It wasn’t until after they were gone that I realized how much pain I no longer had. It’s amazing how long you can live with something and how many ways you can explain something away to yourself.

So, that brings me to June and summer and the moment when I realized that I had again been lying on the floor for a fucking year and a half. I’m sure that I owe a bazillion people emails, so if you emailed me without response…my apologies on going dark. There was just too much fun to be had and I admit, I was being selfish and not sharing it. I’ve given Charon back his boat, Sisyphus his rock, and I only twitch a little bit when I see a bottle of Gatorade. But I’m alive, dammit. And stuff needs to get written. It never writes itself unfortunately.

So, Silverthorne’s back from the dead. Again. God, I’m such a cliche! Predictable. Like a bad network connection. No matter what my bandwidth test says, my upload’s always slow. But consistent. [Thanks to my buddy, Ron Collins for the persistent necromancy]

Audiobook Preview: Christmas Interrupted

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Listen to a preview of my new time-travel romantic suspense novelette, Christmas Interrupted
Appearing this month in the anthology, Christmas Ghosts edited by Kristine Grayson
Published by Fiction River

“A charming paranormal anthology.  Among the standouts are … Lisa Silverthorne’s Christmas Interrupted, a poignant tale of a woman who attempts to go back in time to save a young man from his grisly fate.” – Publisher’s Weekly

“Cuddle up next to a crackling fire with some holiday music playing softly in the background, and lose yourself in eight amazing Christmas stories by a gang of super-talented, cross-genre authors. Not only are they heartwarming, but they incorporate mystery, science fiction, romance and ghosts!” – Romantic Times


New Short Story Sale!

I’m delighted to report that I’ve sold another story to Fiction River!  My story, Moonfall will appear in the Moonscapes volume that will be released in February 2014.  It’s science fiction, a genre I haven’t written much in lately, so I’m thrilled to have made this sale.  This marks my fourth sale to Fiction River.  Hope they’re not getting tired of me. :)

In other news, I’ve heard that my novelette, Christmas Interrupted, will be featured as an audio book from WMG Publishing after it appears in the Christmas Ghosts volume of Fiction River (released in October 2013).  It’s been a great year for short fiction sales for me.

I’ve got some new stories in progress.  One is an SF novelette.  No title or anything yet.  It’s all very rough, but I hope it turns out well.

Until next time!



New Stories

FR How to Save the WorldI’ve been swamped with work these last few months and have finally dug myself out after finishing my last deadline.  After a VERY long drought, I finally have some short fiction sales to report.  In March, I sold short stories to two Fiction River anthologies:  How to Save the World and Hex in the City.  How to Save the World will be out in May/June.  Hex in the City will be out sometime in the late summer/fall.  And I just turned in a romance novelette for a third Fiction River anthology called Christmas Ghosts.  So, look for Heaven Backwards very soon with Speechless in Seattle later this year.

I am so grateful to be a working writer again.  It’s been such a long time since I posted anything in the win column.  I hope this upswing will continue.  For now, I’m back to work on some spec deadlines.

The Novels Are Out


a pile o’ seals on the Oregon Coast, circa 2006

Got two of my novels updated and out the door this month.  Got a very nice personal rejection from DAW back in May on a book that I will probably sub to Elusive Blue Fiction.  Still doing that final pass on a third novel that I want to submit.  I’m still a little conflicted on where to send this last one though.  It’s romantic suspense (about a natural disaster) and I’ve always had a hard time deciding where to send this one.

It looks like Ron Collins and I are going to embark on a nostalgic Novel Dare in the fall.  Yay!  Can’t wait!  I haven’t written a novel in a long while and writing that first draft in a month is a blast!  I love that deep immersion in a world and that feeling of intensity from writing it in a concentrated block of time.  Doing a novel dare is a lot of fun with a partner, so I’m excited about this one. Now, I need to come up with some ideas to pursue. : P

Getting the final touches completed on a couple of long works (both novelettes!) that Elusive Blue Fiction will be e-publishing next month.  These two stories are some of my longest works. One is traditional/high fantasy, called The Needlewoman and the other novelette is a historical mystery called A Dark Gloaming Blue.  I’ll post covers here as soon as Elusive Blue Fiction has them available.

Okay, back to work for me.