Out Among the Stars by D Kai Wilson-Viola

Once upon a Twist

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Part of the Once Upon a Twist series:
  • Out Among the Stars by D Kai Wilson-Viola

Raised by a distant father, and living little better than a thief, Sétanta finds himself in a settlement, pulling a job. But that job goes far from acceptably, and he discovers something more than a treasure that had been targetted and stumbles into his destiny.

Originally from the 'Once upon a Twist' anthology, and kicking off the 'Once Upon a Twist' fairytale project.

Memento Mori by Sabrann Curach

Tales of Horror and the Supernatural

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With a foreword by D Kai Wilson-Viola, talking about her longterm horror pen name, here is a collection of stories from Footnotes to a Lesson's world, the prequel to Pillow Talk, Memento, a story of a serial killer and the mistake he made with his last memento, Mori, and Dia, talking about the days we honour the dead and more, this collection contains all of the stories to date in Sabrann Curach's current collection, from flash to novella.

*Footnotes to a Lesson by Sabrann Curach

A reader magnet from Menento Mori

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Part of the Reader Magents series:

Post-apocalypse, zombies have now been put down and the human race is rebuilding. The last exhibit of that horrible time tells her story.
A tale of betrayal, lost love and a world after the plague.

This book will be available on my newsletter on or before July 1st. After July 1st, you can sign up via StoryOrigin for your copy!

The 10 Hour Marketing Plan by D Kai Wilson-Viola

The minimalist's guide to promotion

The ultimate minimalist guide to promoting your writing and art, the ten-hour plan talks you through a very simple, incredibly effective pattern allows you to work with the time you have, and fit most of your marketing into ten hours a week.  It is designed to fit around writing, work, and everything else by designing a plan which fits in with everything that people need to do in 10 hours (or less!) a week.  From (guest) blogging to your newsletter, Facebook, Twitter and other social networks, this no-nonsense guide takes you through the best ways to promote your work without committing too much time to do so and ensure you’ve still got time to create.  While nothing sells book 1 like book 2, you can also learn how to...

  • Maximise your time on Facebook
  • Use Twitter to your advantage
  • Understand and use Pinterest and Instagram
  • Work with Triberr
  • Use your blog and your mailing list to jumpstart and create a brilliant way to build while writing

All of which is designed to support you in becoming a selling machine and tapping into the free traffic all around you,  without feeling like all you’re doing is talking to friends and family.  Break out of the cycle of only reaching other authors and build a vibrant community that isn’t just on one platform with the guide.
The Ten Hour Marketing plan will give you the chance to break the cycle of FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) and give you a concrete plan to keep you from procrastinating.
The original plan was written for the Indie Author Group which was co-founded by both Valerie Douglas and D Kai Wilson-Viola and is an evergreen favorite for those stuck on how to organise their plans.  The guide has been successfully used to promote books by both Kai and other members of the group, so is road tested and designed to give you the best of your time, help you track it AND give you the chance to ensure that you’re still free to write, and show you how to track it all to build a strong ROI

21 Healthy Habits by D Kai Wilson-Viola

A writer's guide to making time to write

One of the hardest things to do, once you've lost your way, is to find it back. In this 21 day guide of mindful meditation and habits that set your day and night up right, Kai Viola looks at how to form habits, why it's important for mental health and what you can do to adapt and find time to write.

2nd Edition coming 20th July!


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Glass Block by D Kai Wilson-Viola – Darkness Deadlies Book One

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Part of the The Darkness Deadlies series:
  • Glass Block by D Kai Wilson-Viola - Darkness Deadlies Book One

The Glass Block Reissue is due August 15th as part of our Great Backlist Reboot!

When Big Brother fell out of popularity in the early part of the 21st century it was replaced with ever more ‘realistic’ reality TV shows, till the need for this was replaced with a need for fantasy. In an attempt to resurrect the old format some die-hard fans filmed themselves locked in with a recently released murderer. The person to get out got the money from the stream sales at the end. Needless to say, they were slaughtered.

Word of this spread on the internet and a ‘sanctioned’ version by the UCPS (United Coalition of Prison Services) was established. Brought in from Darkness, one of the cities providing most of the prisoners, most of which he’d been responsible for collaring, Elliot Peters is forced into a nightmare world where the walls are made of glass and people vote as to whether you survive.

Part of the Seven Deadlies and Darkness Deadlies series'

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Running. There's plastic grabbing at her – there's too much pulling her back. Her breath burns – she can't feel anything but the dull ache of her hip where she shuddered into the corner of the wall at speed, scraping and scouring her skin as she ran past, the stinging burn mirroring the gulps in her throat. She’d looked at those roughly plastered walls, mimicking bricks, and made a joke that they looked so delicate she’d fall through them. She hadn’t.

She’d hit one at speed, when she felt a whisper of air on her neck. This was her third solo run through, and she knew that the others were watching. She thought they were. She’d come out of her room reluctantly this time, the klaxon startling her awake. Five minutes from klaxon to leaving, or she forfeited any of the profits she’d been promised this would create.


Just one crazy night. She’d been told it would be only one night of jovial fear – the type that isn’t real, that you can fake. But this was getting too real, too scary. She was sure the intervals were shortening too.

So, she’d left her room reluctantly, and as she did, the pass wall behind her formed red. As soon as she’d run, it had switched to the other side of the rudimentary maze, creating no option but to push on. She’d shot through band one – down the stairs, end of the corridor, the first room easy to key open and easier still to cross. There were some pieces of furniture in there, misshapen and hidden under the plastic coverings. And then…the lights went out.

She heard him laughing, and she looked back over her shoulder. Something slapped against her face, the edge making a slurping, licking sound and she screamed again, her raw throat letting out a squeaking hiss. She swallowed, turning to see what was caressing her face before her feet slid out from under her. She fell under the ribbons of plastic, landing in a pool of coppery, viscous material. Small lumps squished and squeaked under her hands, splattering away from her in a corona of filth. It was dark down here, a slight dip in the floor. And in that dip was a puddle of sticky, stinking fluid.

A rustle behind her made her yelp and scoot back into a lumpy, damp pile of rags and other detritus. And then she felt a bulge, like a nose. She screamed, and the room echoed. There was a laugh from somewhere off to the other side of her, from the opposite direction she’d come from. She froze, listening for any more noises, gulping breaths while wiping her hands. Her breathing sounded like a chainsaw in the echo chamber room. Carefully she backed away from the tendrils of plastic, crawling cautiously backwards, expecting something to drop any minute.

Nothing happened.

Slowly, she regained her feet, backing away from the room that she’d nearly entered, back into the bigger open plan area between the rooms. She felt exposed; her skin crawled as she slowly moved away, looking for another open room.  The doors were on a timer, and the two either side were lined in red. She couldn’t see any green at all. Slowing her breathing, she looked around slowly, unable to see much in the gloom

She screamed, her breath whistling out of her throat almost as fast as she sucked it in. Eyes adjusting to the dark, she could see a shape moving towards her, accompanied by a rhythmic snapping...

Above her, in the dark, a camera whirred...