The Reaper’s Kiss Book Release TODAY! :)

THE REAPER’S KISS, A Deathmark Novel is finally out! You can snag your copy here with one little click:

I am lucky. Seeing The Reaper’s Kiss in print has been a long road. So, I wish to thank everyone involved in the process. But most of all, I wish to thank my readers. A writer is nothing without her readers.Throughout this looong journey, people have asked about my writing process. So, for today, release day, I’m going to defer to a friend and let her tell you:


Bonjour! This is Ollie, the protagonist from Abigail’s debut paranormal romance, The Reaper’s Kiss. Abigail—or Abby as I prefer to call her—was asked to write a post on her writing process. Seeing as her writing process is dictated by Yours Truly, I thought it would be more interesting to tell you how I get her motivated to put her fingers to the keyboard. Abby doesn’t mind, of course. Or if she does, she didn’t put up a protest.  She knows better.

First of all, I chose Abby to write my story because she was the first to pick up on my super-sonic brainwaves. Poor thing.

Once I got her attention, I screamed in her ear every second of every day. Easy-peasy, right?

Well, it wasn’t. According to her boyfriend, Abby is stubborn and known to dawdle. So, I went for a more aggressive approach like dancing on her bed in the middle of the night.

I’m paranormal. I can dance for days. Non-stop.

The good news is that Abby came around and agreed to write my story. Our professional relationship was bliss from here on out. Well, maybe not for her. But for me, I had accomplished a major feat, so I made sure to celebrate with cool flair.

But once Abby started writing my story, it didn’t flow out of her in one week of manic typing. She went through several rewrites after she got notes from her beta readers, her agent, and her editor. I was worried that some of the best parts of my story would get cut. I made sure to tell her this concern at every possible moment. When that didn’t work, I used force.

Ultimately, The Reaper’s Kiss tells my story precisely as I told it to her, with a few minor embellishments. I mean, I do have striking green eyes and a fearless nature, but I am really not that bad at the game of Checkers and I don’t cheat at board games.

So that’s how I got Abigail Baker to tell my story for the world to read. It was a campaign of relentless willpower. And I won. I always win.

Au Revoir,
xOllie Dormier

Be sure to post #deathmarkseries on your Twitter and Facebook feeds. I’d love to get #deathmarkseries trending. And of course, I’d love to get book one of #deathmarkseries trending on bestselling lists too.Peace out!

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Trip Report: South Africa, Part 1


One of the many school visits in Qwaqwa.

Back in December of 2014 when I was presented with the opportunity to visit South Africa for a month this summer, I knew straightaway that my life would change. I did not return the same person as when I left. Something about me is…different. Before I left, I promised everyone that I’d talk about my time there via my blog and/or newsletter. I promised I’d share pictures and stories.

I’ve been home more than two weeks  and I’m struggling to put this life-changing experience into words. My emotions are too strong, I suppose. Perhaps I should preface with I’ve had my lion’s share of life-changing events in the past years. I got a divorce. I moved halfway across the country. I climbed to 14,000ft above sea level and actually enjoyed it. I got a book deal. I started graduate school…again. I quit graduate school…again. And I’m about to be published. Yep, me, published.


Davida, one of our interpreters. I’ll never forget the day we said goodbye, one full of tears and laughs.

Led by three faculty, CSU graduate and undergraduate students visited Harrismith and Qwaqwa, South Africa for a month. We primarily spent our time with the South Sotho, people who grab onto your soul with two firm hands and give it a sincere, loving hug. I’m still warm with happiness from their big hearts. And I ache to be near them again. I’ve never met a group of total strangers who welcomed me into their lives with such excitement and genuine affection. How could anyone not wish to immerse themselves in that for life?

The South Sotho were victims of Apartheid. For those who aren’t up on South African history, I’ll give you an abbreviated version. The Afrikaans, Dutch folk who migrated to South Africa long ago, enforced Apartheid (which literally means “being apart”) from 1948-1994. What it meant was that the Afrikaaner minority forced blacks and other “non-whites” to live in designated areas of the country. Apartheid was segregation in the worst form—no interracial marriage, no interracial schools, no interracial sports, no voting for non-whites, etc., etc., etc. If this sounds familiar it is because the United States lived in a similar “segregated” world up until the Civil Rights Movement. And if Apartheid sounds awful, it was. From it, however, Nelson Mandela rose from the ashes of his imprisonment and was voted President of South Africa in 1994. So, yeah, positive change came to the country eventually.


Get the camera out and the kids go krrrrrazy!

Shortly before leaving for our trip, we were told that racism still runs rampant in South Africa. We were told to beware. We were warned. I expected to witness racism. I did, of course. So, it’s no surprise that I expected the South Sotho to be distant. They could have seen us white Westerners in a very different light. They could’ve shunned us. Instead, they showed an outpouring of friendship that I have never quite experienced in the United States. Even now, I’m brought to tears thinking back on it, wishing that I could bring a piece of that scarred part of the world back home to Colorado for everyone to see and love too. Somehow I feel that if people could spend just a little time engaging with others from all over the world, forging bonds instead of separating each other by our differences, we’d cross physical, emotional, and historical barriers.

I will share more of my thoughts on the trip as the weeks progress. There’s too much to tell in one blog post. But before you go, listen and smile like I did when we were invited to a birthday party of a Zulu friend:

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Peace and light.


I spent some time getting this little one to open up and smile. After that, we were besties. <3

I spent some time getting this little one to open up and smile. After that, we were besties. <3













Book Cover Reveal on July 27th!


Check it out! I’m all smiles today. Wanna know why? Nope, I didn’t just meet Spiderman in person or finally recover from jet lag after a month in South Africa. And no, I didn’t just save a kitten from a tree. Well, maybe I accomplished some of those things.

The real reason I’m smiling today is because I can finally announce that the book cover for THE REAPER’S KISS, A Deathmark Novel will be shared on July 27th! It’s beautiful and perfect and deserves a little love from you!

If you run a blog, etc, then please sign up here to be the firs to share the cover with the world:

And if you just want to see the cover and ogle it, stay tuned. July 27th is rapidly approaching.


Oh, Shit, where have I been?


Well, I’ll be, I’ve gone done something bad, haven’t I? I’ve neglected this little blog for quite a while. And by a while, I mean for over six months. Mea culpa.

But, let’s be honest. Who really visits blogs these days anyway? 

Here’s the update if you care to know:

1) Book 1 of the Deathmark series will be out in the summer. No word on official pub date. Stay tuned.

2) I will announce the winner of the December book contest in the beginning of March. Sign up for the newsletter if you want to know the details about future prizes (books and whatnot). I will NOT spam you. Pinky swear.

3) I’m in graduate school, folks. I’m also working full time. And I’m editing my current book and writing a new book. Frazzled, Abby, you ask? Yes, my dears, yes indeed I am. So, I’m not around these parts much anymore and probably won’t be until the end of time. Ok, ok, that was slightly hyperbolic. More like two minutes shy of the end of time. Better?

4) Oh, and there is a very good chance I will spend most of this coming summer outside of the country in a faraway land. This means limited access to this social media stuff, which means–you probably guessed it–no blog posts.

But who really visits blogs these days anyway? 😉

Peace and love and light, my friends,


So I Met Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Story time about the day I learned that I met the crossbow-wielding hero, Daryl Dixon.


Meaghan and I were called the “rocket scientists” in high school by our Spanish teacher out of pure, affectionate love. One of our projects together was to write directions in Spanish on any subject of our choosing and then act it out in the front of the class. Meaghan and I described how to put on makeup. Dressed as Frenchmen in striped shirts and red scarves for some reason (we must’ve forgotten that we were in Spanish class), Meaghan and I convinced our male friend to dress in a pink miniskirt and belly-baring tee-shirt and sit in front of our classmates as we slapped on a makeup job that perfectly emulated the Housewives of New Jersey. Seriously.

We got an A because we were Rocket Scientists. And our male friend was just that great.

Whenever Meaghan and I are together, magic happens.

So in 2011, Meaghan came for a visit. She was on a break from the Army Reserves. We had one day to hangout and there was no argument when the idea of going to Comi-Con was mentioned.

Tollway Warrior

Tollyway Warrior for, you know, Chicago’s many, many toll booths.


Yellow dude

Not sure what he is but he’s quire and yellow and welcomed a hug.


That’s right. Awesome-O


My childhood hero!

As you see, we got plenty of photos with random costumed folk. We nearly glomped Gumby. I nearly glomped Spiderman. Oh my word, Spiderman!

As we walked by the looooooong line for Bruce Campbell (hero!), commenting on how it was too bad that we didn’t get tickets to meet him, someone from Bruce’s group pulled Meaghan aside, telling her that Bruce wanted to thank her for her service. Meaghan being the friend that she is, grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd and up to his table. He signed a picture for her (which she had him sign for me) and chatted idly. I was too star struck to say anything. I stood there and smiled. Yep, just smiled.

But that was only the beginning. The organizers of Comi-Con wanted to treat Meaghan so they asked her if there was anyone she wanted to meet and hadn’t. She didn’t skip a beat when she shouted “Boondocks Saints.” And with that, they escorted us to their booth so Meaghan could meet the cast and get photos.

Yours truly was the honored photographer. The pictures of the “Rocket Scientists’” special adventure were posted to Facebook, commented on, and then time rolled onward.

This month I started watching The Walking Dead because, well, there was a marathon of all four seasons on AMC. I quickly fell into the rabbit hole of zombies and wilderness survival. Naturally, I love the shit out of Daryl Dixon. Who doesn’t, amirite? I looked up Norman Reedus on IMDB and scanned his movie credits. Boondocks Saints popped up.

My heart fluttered when I remembered that in 2011 Meaghan and I got to meet the Boondocks Saints at Chicago Comi-Con. I flipped back through my pictures and, lo and behold, I came to discover that I HAVE A PICTURE OF MEAGHAN WITH DARYL DIXON FROM THE WALKING DEAD!

Daryl Dixon

Meaghan with DARYL DIXON!

Sum of all these parts? I’m definitely watching season 5 of The Walking Dead in the fall. And I’m gonna call Meaghan and talk about our bestie, Daryl, and how, ya know, the writers shouldn’t kill him off.

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