Escapist Bundle and Story News

Just got back from a wonderful workshop on the Oregon Coast!

First up, some bundle news. Storybundle’s Escapist Bundle is in its second week of availability. My first novel, Isabel’s Tears (a paranormal romance) is just one of the many offerings in this bundle of stories. And a portion of the sales goes to Oregon’s wonderful education program called SMART which provides tutoring and books to thousands of young Oregon readers. So escape into new worlds and support a young readers with this offering from Storybundle!

Next, Fiction River: Tavern Tales (edited by Kerrie L. Hughes) is out with one of my latest stories, One Last Round at Cozy’s Tavern!

Struggling with the break up of his marriage, a disillusioned cop investigates a missing persons report at the local tavern. But something isn’t quite right about the sultry piano player or the mysterious bartender that knows a little too much about him.





And…I have five new short story sales to report (wow, can you believe that? Five!). More news about these stories and publications later.

Safe Like Cedar, romantic suspense, sold to Fiction River: Summer Sizzles edited by Kathryn Grayson
Combination, crime fiction, sold to Fiction River: Editors Choice 
Death’s Other Cousin, contemporary fantasy, sold to Fiction River: Feel the Love edited by Mark Leslie
This Magic Moment, Young Adult fiction, sold to Pulphouse Magazine (yes, it’s back!) edited by Dean Wesley Smith
Trafficking Stops, crime fiction, sold to Fiction River: Spies edited by Kris Nelscott

Also, I have four more stories that will be published this year, so stay tuned for the next anthology, No Humans Allowed, edited by John Helfers—with my SF short story, Sense and Sentientability.

Escapist Bundle!

Everyone, at 10 PM PST, a new bundle will be available from Storybundle: Escapist Bundle! My novel, Isabel’s Tears, will appear in its first bundle. 🙂

This bundle was built around the Fiction River anthology, Recycled Pulp with stories from the following authors: Kristine Kathryn Rusch, Dean Wesley Smith, Erica Lyon, Rebecca Senese, Annie Reed, Cat Rambo, Tom Carpenter, Dayle Dermatis, Kelly Washington, and me. My short story, The Delicatessan on the Edge of the Monolith, appears in Fiction River: Recycled Pulp (also included in the bundle).


Isabel’s Tears is a contemporary fantasy novel about a magical inn and a century-old curse that keeps two lovers apart.

Haunted by a crippling fear of water, Cassidy O’Connell checks into an old Washington State inn to fulfill her best friend’s last wish of touching the Pacific Ocean, but she awakens the inn’s magic—and a curse.

When a prominent family claims ownership of his dilapidated 1909 inn, Griff Perry struggles to keep his paternal promise to never sell it. Jaded by a lifetime of loss, he trusts no one in his search for the lost deed and anyone trespassing on his property

Sparks fly when Griff confronts Cassidy, assuming she works for his rivals. Anger turns to enchantment when he discovers that she sees the inn just as it was in 1909. Enemy becomes ally when Cassidy communicates with the ghostly innkeeper, learning the deed is tied to a curse that forever separates her from her fiancé.

To break the curse, Griff and Cassidy must unravel the mystery of Isabel’s Tears without unleashing a hundred-year storm that will consume everything in its path.

Uncollected Writers: Leah Cutter

Over the next week or so, I will be introducing you to each of the writers in the Uncollected Anthology series. These writers are worth your time, so go check out their fiction. Trinity and Kelsey agree and they want to point you in the right direction.

Leah Cutter is an accomplished writer with nearly two dozen fantasy novels and three nonfiction books on the business of writing. In addition to her contributions to the Uncollected Anthology, Leah’s short fiction has appeared in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, Fiction River, Tale Bones, and other publications. Her fiction is always imaginative, engaging, and a pleasure to read. I look forward to reading her story in this volume.


The Bee-Keeper’s Daughter by Leah Cutter

A ghostly swarm of bees haunt Elizabeth. They coat strangers in pollen while holding her still, making her watch.
Then they come for her. Sting her. Give her magical power, but at such a cost. 
Why do they attack her? What do they want? And how can she make them go away? 

Set in the same world as “The Midnight Gardener” and “Lost Stars.”
Part of the Uncollected Anthology series, written for the theme Bewitching Love.

Available here on Leah’s website

Fiction News

The day job has been overwhelming for the past six months, having to work extra hours and leaving little time for much else. Also, dealing with some writing events that really shattered my confidence (still climbing out of that well). Had two sick kitties this month. Murphy’s treatment for thyroid cancer is still wobbling between dosages, trying to get the right strength, but he had more claw issues this month, requiring an office visit. And Denali had to have five teeth removed, antibiotics, and a stay at the vets after he stopped eating. We were relieved the issue wasn’t mouth tumors (which are usually cancerous). He’s home though and eating again. And today is Murph’s 15th birthday.

I sold my short story, One Last Round at Cozy’s Tavern to Fiction River: Tavern Tales. The volume should appear in late 2017/early 2018. Also, I will have a new story available in a May short story bundle that the talented and amazing Jamie Ferguson is curating. And I may have other new stories appearing in bundles this year, so stay tuned.

In February, I am the guest author for volume 11 of the Uncollected Anthology series. On February 1st, look for my short story, Jar of Souls in Uncollected Anthology: Bewitching Love. Here is a list of the stories in the volume, from six stellar writers whose work I greatly admire. I am thrilled to share a table of contents with these talented women.

Jar of Souls: Finding an unconscious man on the steps of her magical perfume shop is just the beginning of Seattle sorceress Avery Starling’s troubles. She’s drawn to Braxtan Rhodes, a handsome and intriguing youngSilverthorne-Jar-of-Souls-500x333 man who reeks of a strange dark magic that is slowly killing him. Pushing her healing air magic to its limits, Avery puts her heart on the line to battle a powerful Fey queen for Braxtan’s soul.


Available February 1, 2017 from these retailers:
Kobo | Amazon | Smashwords | Barnes & Noble







Read about Avery’s older sister, Orriana Starling in Chocolate Alchemy. Magical chocolates, corporate takeovers, & stolen hearts in Seattle

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

FR-Christmas-Ghosts-ebook-cover-webFree Audiobook Preview!
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