Revolution (Dominion of the Damned: Book Three)

The Dominion Trilogy got a new look — and you can pre-order Book Three!

Don’t you love a cover reveal? If so, you’re in luck — today I bring you THREE new covers!

For a long time, I’ve struggled with how to classify and market Dominion of the Damned, my post-apocalyptic thriller detailing a power struggle between humans and vampires in the wake of a zombie apocalypse. I’ve made several attempts over the years, but I think I missed the mark every time.

But I finally landed on a set of covers that I think communicates the right genre to the right audience. I’ll show them to you in a sec’, but first you should know that this rebranding also involved a title change. Dominion of the Damned is now the series title, and book one is now titled Desolation. Similarly, the second book, formerly titled Deliverance of the Damned, is now titled, simply, Evolution.

Here are the new covers for both those books:

 

And that brings us to Book Three. The title is Revolution, and it’s scheduled for release on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited on August 14th. And it’s available to pre-order.

Here’s the cover:

Revolution (Dominion of the Damned: Book Three)

Hopefully, this fourth cover rendition (number four for Book One, at any rate) is the charm.

Click here to pre-order Revolution!

Click here for all the books in the series!

Deliverance of the Damned

Pre-Order Deliverance of the Damned (Plus a Cover Reveal)!

Fast on the heels of my previous announcement about the new audio book version of Dominion of the Damned, I’m thrilled to announce that the long-awaited sequel, Deliverance of the Damned, is available for pre-order! Check out the cover below!

 

Deliverance of the Damned

 

This second installment in the Trilogy of the Damned is set to launch on November 8th. Order it now to have it automagically appear on your Kindle on that date!

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Pre-Order Kindred Spirits and Get a Special Gift!

Kindred Spirits is now available to pre-order! And to say thank you for pre-ordering–because I know you know how vital pre-orders are to a successful book launch, on account of how booksellers use pre-orders as a metric to decide how much they’re going to help promote a new book by increasing its visibility–I put together a downloadable gift pack that is yours to claim when you pre-order:

 

The pack includes coloring pages and printable bookmarks, plus the best of both worlds–printable coloring bookmarks! To claim your gift, simply e-mail a copy of your order verification/receipt to jean @ jeanmariebauhaus.com before June 30th, and I’ll send you the files along with a special thank you e-mail.

Here’s where it’s available to pre-order:

So go forth and secure your copy, and then be sure to send me your receipt to claim your gift! And once you do, be sure to drop by my Facebook page and post pictures of your finished coloring page masterpieces to be entered to win a $10 Amazon gift card, courtesy of Vinspire Publishing!

Restless Spirits 2 is off to the publisher – AND it has a title!

At long, long last, I’m pleased to tell you that the full-length sequel to Restless Spirits that I spent all last year (and then some) working on is FINALLY finished and turned in to my publisher. No word yet on when they plan to release it, but I’m guessing we’ll be looking at another Halloween-adjacent launch.

Of course I had to give it a real title before turning it in. After a lot of deliberation and highly scientific online polling, I settled on Kindred Spirits. That’s not officially official until my editor approves it, but seeing as how I believe that was one of her suggestions back when she rejected calling it “Ghost of a Chance,” I feel pretty good about its chances of survival.

Stay tuned to this space over the coming months (or better yet, head here to sign up to my newsletter) for updates on things like an official release date announcement, excerpts and the eventual cover reveal!

And don’t forget — the mini-sequel novella, Love Letter, set about a year after the events of Restless Spirits, comes out next Tuesday! Head here to pre-order your copy!

Love Letter: A Restless Spirits Novella by Jean Marie Bauhaus

 

Restless Spirits: Love Letter Available to Pre-Order!

loveletter-1400x2100Good news, ghost fans! Love Letter, my mini-sequel to Restless Spirits, is available to pre-order!

In this standalone novelette set one year following the events of Restless Spirits, sisters Ron and Chris Wilson find a new challenge when a tortured spirit suddenly appears in the house Ron is haunting alongside her ghostly paramour, Joe.

After paranormal investigator and medium Chris Wilson buys an antique desk for her new office in the renovated house she shares with Ron and Joe, Ron discovers the desk came with an unexpected bonus: a failed author who died of a heart attack in the middle of a nasty argument with his wife over that very desk.

With Chris’s help, can Ron and Joe help this tortured spirit make contact with his wife and find the peace he needs to move on to his final rest? Or will they be stuck sharing their home — and Ron’s ghost-writing space — for the foreseeable future?

Pre-order Love Letter so it will be automatically sent to your device as soon as it launches on January 31st! Click here to get it for Kindle, or click here to get it for your Epub device!

Haven’t read Restless Spirits yet? Here’s where you can get a copy!

 

Another Sneak Peek at Restless Spirits!

adobe-spark-18“Are you sure about this?” asked Chris.

“As sure as I’ve been about anything since I died.”

“Which would be, not very.”

I tore my eyes away from Clarice’s grave to look over at her. “I’m pretty sure.”

We stood side by side at the grave’s edge, watching Gus dig. It was a clear night, with stars visible through the trees overhead. We had a lot of company in the form of other ghosts wandering about, most likely doing their best to fend off boredom. Chris held a flashlight for Gus, but the moon was bright enough that he didn’t really need it. I was oblivious to things like hot or cold, but judging by Chris’s leather jacket and the way she hunched her shoulders, I guess it must have been a bit nippy. Save for the grunts and labored breathing coming from Gus, it was a quiet night in the cemetery.

“It feels wrong,” Chris said. “Digging up a little girl’s grave…you know, grave desecration can bring about some pretty hefty consequences.”

Clarice appeared on the other side of her grave, just for an instant. She looked at me and smiled, then vanished. “Don’t worry,” I told Chris. “We’re doing the right thing here.”

“I hope you’re right. ‘Cause if I get haunted by anybody else, I’m going to sick the exorcist I hire on you.”

“Why are you so cranky?”

She turned to stare at me. “You’re kidding, right? It’s an ungodly hour of the morning, it’s cold, we are now officially grave robbers, and I’ve barely gotten any sleep since you died.”

“Here.” I nudged the thermos that sat on the ground between us in her direction. “Have some more coffee.”

She glared at me, but she helped herself to a cup all the same.

Gus looked to be about three feet down by now. He stopped digging and leaned on his shovel. “You know,” he managed between all his panting, “I didn’t sign on for this. How come I have to do all the digging?”

“Cause Ron’s a ghost and I’m the boss, and I’m paying you double-time for this,” said Chris. She blew on her coffee. “Besides, you need a lookout.”

“Can’t Ron be the lookout while you help dig?”

“Tell him to shut up and dig or I’ll tell you what he did to my body at the wake.”

Sipping her coffee, Chris almost did a spit take. “What the heck did you do to my sister at the wake?”

Gus’s eyes widened. His face was already red from exertion, so it was hard to tell if he blushed. “Nothing,” he said, and got back to work.

Chris looked at me, and I shrugged. “Gus loves me.”

“Since when?”

“Beats me. It was news to me, too.”

She just shook her head and went back to sipping her coffee. We settled into a comfortable silence for a while. Then, out of nowhere, she said, “So if this works, what will happen to you?”

“I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“You probably should. Your novel’s done except for the clean-up, and I can hire an editor for that. I read it, by the way. It’s really good.”

“Really? Thanks.”

“Your agent thinks so, too. She’s sure this will get you on the best-seller list.”

“Well, that figures,” I grumped.

“Anyway, that’s done, and your relationship with Dad is as resolved as it’s ever likely to get. You don’t have any more unfinished business. The only thing keeping you here is Sarah.”

“Oh. Y’know, that didn’t even occur to me.” Now that I thought about it, she was probably right. Once Sarah was out of the way, it would most likely be time to move on. I’m sure Max couldn’t wait. And Joe…well, Joe had been tortured long enough. The prospect scared me, though. I didn’t know what we’d be moving on to.

“If that happens,” said Chris, “I’ll miss you.”

“I know. But you’ll be okay.”

“Eventually, maybe.” She sighed, then looked over at me. “Say hi to Mom for me.”

“I will if I see her.”

We both got quiet again. I realized that this could be our last opportunity to say anything to each other. It was too much pressure. I wanted to leave her with some piece of profound wisdom, or at least a useful bit of advice. I supposed I could apologize for all the times I was mean to her growing up, but that stuff didn’t really matter now. There were probably a million things I could or should say. But I couldn’t think of a single one.

I figured she was probably thinking the same thing.

So neither of us said anything. But it was a peaceful silence, not awkward or uncomfortable. The kind of silence that can only exist between two people who love each other so much they don’t need to say so.

Eventually, Gus went from a torso and a head sticking up out of the hole in the ground to just a head. “I think I hit something,” he said. I leaned over to peer into the grave while he scraped dirt off of the casket. “Aw, man,” he said once he’d uncovered it. “I don’t want to be here anymore.” He climbed up out of the grave. I couldn’t really blame him. The casket had been made of pine, and it had rotted and cracked under the weight of all the dirt. Clarice’s tiny corpse, or what was left of it, could be seen, her skull grinning up at us through the slats.

Chris sighed, handed Gus her coffee, and jumped down into the grave. “Look for a red ball,” I said, “about the size of a croquet ball.”

“I know.” Her face twisted into a grimace, she bent to grab hold of the rotted wood. It came away pretty easily. She had most of the lid torn up when she called, “I see it!” She retrieved it and held it up for us to see. “It’s not very red anymore, though.”

“That doesn’t matter. I just need you to get it to the house for me.”

She handed the ball to Gus and let him pull her out of the grave. “You guys go on,” he said. “I’ll stay here and fill this in.”

Chris looked him up and down. “How come you’re so eager to do backbreaking labor all of a sudden?”

“Look, I may be so sore I can’t move for a week,” he said, tossing a shovel full of dirt back into the grave, “but at least I know I won’t be stuck haunting that house with Ron by morning. Don’t worry. I can take the bus home.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “You’re going to get on the bus outside a cemetery, covered in dirt and carrying a shovel?”

“Have you seen most of the people who ride the bus? I’ll fit right in.”

“Fraidy cat,” I muttered.

Chris rolled her eyes. “Let’s go,” she said, heading off in the direction of her car.

“Hang on,” I said. “I’ll meet you there. I better get back and give the guys the lowdown.”

“Oh. Okay.” She looked a little disappointed.

I sighed. “Look, I don’t want you coming inside that house again. When you get there, just open the door and toss the ball in, then get away.”

She rolled the ball back and forth between her hands. “Sure,” she said. “Fine. So I guess this is it.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

She blinked her eyes rapidly and tried surreptitiously to wipe a tear from the corner of her eye. “You were kind of a jerk sometimes.” Her voice wavered a little.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry about that. But you were kind of a twerp sometimes.”

She smiled, and sniffed. “Yeah. I’m not really sorry about that.” Then she got serious. “You were a good sister, Ronnie. You were my best friend.”

“Hey, what’s with all the past tense? I’m not gone yet.”

Sniffling, she looked down at the ball and nodded. “Yeah, well… have a good afterlife, okay?”

“I’m not really sure how much say I get in that.”

“Are you scared?” she asked.

“Kind of. A lot.”

She nodded again.

“My kid sister’s safe, though,” I said. “And she turned out pretty awesome. So I think I can deal with whatever’s next.”

She smiled again. She just looked at me for a minute. Then she said, simply, “Bye, sis.”

“Bye,” I said, and returned to the house.

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Coming October 31st from Vinspire Publishing! Click here to pre-order!

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Restless Spirits Sneak Peek

Here’s another quick peek at Restless Spirits, now available for pre-order!

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kissing-youI still wasn’t sure what use any of this information would be, but it was a start. I decided to search the rest of the floor for more clues. The other rooms had been empty of people, but they were furnished. Maybe they would hold something I could use. I stepped into the hall…

…and found myself back in the attic. I blinked and swayed, a little disoriented. Then I noticed Joe camped out on the settee. “You okay?” he asked. “You look like you seen a ghost.” He smiled.

I did,” I said.

Well, yeah. ‘Course you did. That’s why what I said was funny.”

I shook my head and went to sit down beside him. “What do you know about a little blonde girl?”

I thought I saw his jaw tighten for a second. But if it did, he recovered it pretty quickly. “Nothin’,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes. “Are you sure?”

He shrugged. “Except for Sarah and the Feldman boy, there haven’t been any children in this house as long as I’ve been in it.” I still eyed him suspiciously when he looked at me and said, “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but that’s the God’s honest truth.”

I sighed and leaned back in my seat. “I don’t know how much more I can take of this.”

Which part?”

All of it.”

Shaking his head, he leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees. He studied his clasped hands a moment before saying, “Would it help if I told you that you’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, in this or any other life?”

I just stared at him a moment in wonder as his words sunk in. But then I waved it off in my typical, self-deprecating fashion. “It would if that were even the least bit true.”

He looked back at me. “It is. I mean it. You’re definitely the strongest out of all of us.”

I leaned forward. “Okay, by strong, you’re talking about the things I can do, right? Because I’d have to give that title to Lilly.”

I’m talking about your character. You’re stubborn as a mule and about as frustrating sometimes, but I’d be lying if I said that don’t make me respect you even more.”

I just smiled awkwardly. I never did learn how to accept a compliment.

Joe pointed at the box on the table. “You looked in there yet?”

Yeah. It’s just Ed’s family photos.”

Hm. Might be worth looking at.” He reached forward to pop open the latch and lift the lid. I watched him in amazement. He glanced back at me and smiled. “Been practicing ever since I managed to tackle you. I figured there must be something to your idea about strong feelings.”

Yeah. They can be hard to manufacture on demand, though.”

So far, I’ve managed okay.”

Thinking about my dad usually gets it done for me. What about you? What do you think about?”

He looked at me for a long moment before he said, “You.”

I didn’t expect that answer. “Me? Really? Do I frustrate you that much?”

Kissing you,” he clarified. “I think about kissing you.”

Oh. “Oh. Really?” I stood up and bumped into the table. It moved.

Joe looked at it and smiled. “You thinking about kissing me?”

Well I am now.”

He got up and came toward me. “Good.” He reached for my face. His fingers brushed my cheek and sent tingles all through me. I shuddered.

So did he. “You feel that?” he asked.

I nodded. Words weren’t really my friend just then. He stepped closer, closing the gap between us, and traced a finger down my arm. I started to tingle all over, and I closed my eyes.

I didn’t expect you,” he said. “Didn’t expect…you make me feel things I haven’t felt since…things I thought I’d never feel again. I thought that part of me was well and truly dead.”

I hummed all over. It’s hard to describe the things he made me feel. I didn’t have skin anymore, really. I was all spirit matter. But everywhere his fingertips grazed against me, I felt delicious sparks of energy. “It sure feels like it’s alive and kicking to me,” I said.

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Restless Spirits comes out October 31st from Vinspire Publishing. Click here to pre-order your copy!

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Restless Spirits Now Available for Pre-Order!

RestlessSpirits 1400x2100Pre-ordering is here! Order the Kindle version of Restless Spirits any time between now and launch day and it will be sent to your Kindle the minute it launches on October 31st!

No word yet on whether the paperback will also be available for pre-order at some point, but if it happens I’ll let you know here.

Click here to pre-order your copy for the Kindle!

Yay!

UPDATE: I just learned that it’s also available on Smashwords. I was also told that it’s available on Google Play and Kobo, but I’m having trouble tracking down those links. For simplicity’s sake I’ve set up a pre-order page to organize all of the links in one spot, and I’ll be adding new links as I get them. Click here to go to all the pre-order links!

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