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What’s the scoop on The ABC’s of Dee?

I haven’t been neglecting you, dear readers, honest. Okay, maybe I have. Things have become a little hectic in the Bannister Books area. The ‘Snarky Romance’ as I am officially dubbing it, otherwise know as The ABC’s of Dee is in full forward momentum. I thought I’d take a moment to enlighten those of you not familiar with this whole releasing a book nightmare.

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The ABC’s of Dee, By Danielle Bannister (Avail. April, 2015)

Although the self edits are by far the worst thing about writing a novel, the getting it ready for print is a close second.  Currently, it is with my paid editor. It has already seen a large handful of Beta Readers, then I self edited it three times. Now, it’s Jessica’s turn. After she is done with it (the next few days) I have to make my changes FAST.

Why so fast, you ask? Well, this is the first book I’ve done a pre-order for, and I didn’t anticipate the requirement of loading the final manuscript 10 days before its release. This means I have to have it loaded by April 2. It’s March 27th people. That doesn’t leave a lot of time. Once I get my edits back from there it will be a race against the clock. I’ll need to consider her suggestions and accept or reject them accordingly. I am praying I have left no major plot holes. If so, I’ll have no choice but to postpone the release. IF everything is merely grammatical and I accept all those changes, I can just hit the ‘load’ button and be done, right? WRONG.

Once all edits have been finalized, THEN I have to send it to an e-book formatter, because there is a special way to do that. In fact, there is an entire e-book on how to do it right! And that’s just a Smashwords upload! Got extra time, download it someday, it’s free.

I know how to format in paperback and e-format, (I’ve read the book). What I don’t have, is the speedy turnaround that I’d need for this release,  which is why I’m hiring out for this one.

Once the book is loaded to Smashwords, I can rest easy, right. Oh, how I wish that were true. Once that’s loaded for the pre-order, I have to start paperback formatting (because that’s a whole new ball of wax) and then the whole marketing piece begins. UGH.

Even though this is my fourth release, this never gets easier. The sharing piece is so hard. Asking people to share your work (and trust me, I’ll be asking you to do that on April 12th) is not easy.

In theory, the Amazon digital download SHOULD be the easiest. I’ll load the final version to Amazon the day before and pray that it doesn’t mess up like it did with my last release. Sigh. An entire WEEK late on that one. Thanks, Amazon.

I have a book signing April 11th, the day before my ‘official’ release. (I didn’t plan that one well. Ha!)

This is where I'll be if you're in the area. :)

This is where I’ll be if you’re in the area. :)

Fans are already asking if I’ll have Dee out in paperback by then. Odds aren’t great on that. The turn around time just isn’t there. I’ll try, but I can’t make that promise. The time to print and ship the books alone is already a major strike against me, let alone relying on everything else to fall in line first.

THEN once that is all done, I have my next novel to dive into…I’ve already got the cover done. I swear, this one isn’t changing. My agent would kill me. It’s perfect just the way it is. And no. I’m not sharing that yet. Dee needs the spotlight for a little bit, then I can reveal what I’m cooking up next. :)

So if you don’t see me around much on Social Media these next few weeks, it’s not because I don’t love you dearly, it’s because I’m up to my eyeballs trying to get this book out on time.

Danielle Bannister, Author and anxious new-release-er. 

A book and friend birthday!

I met Elizabeth Loraine (virtually) when I used to work for Red Coat PR. She was one of my clients that I helped spread the social media word about. After I left Red Coat PR to focus on my writing (which had sort of taken a back burner) Elizabeth and I continued to chat and we pimp each other out when we can. Well, today is one of those days. Not only is it a book release day for Elizabeth and her co-author, Tim Frasier, but it’s also her REAL birthday. I couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate her birthday than to share her latest work.  I have yet to read any in the series because, well, the covers alone, although brilliant, will give me nightmares. haha. I am a self-professed wimp, and Elizabeth knows this about me. Even so, it may be just the thing for some of you, and so, I share.

Happy Book and Real Birthday, Elizabeth! 



FactionsRelease Day Factions


Nearly a year after the Pathogen’s release, the world around the surviving few has been decimated. Few factions remain and those must compete for their right to survive. Jackson and Lexy search for a cure, but their hope dwindles when they witness the true extent of the Pathogen’s influence across the entire spectrum of life. As each Faction vies for their help to stabilize those exhibiting extraordinary strength and skill, tensions mount and fears are unleashed. It’s time to chose a Faction, or start one of their own.


“What do you think, Jackson? Should we take a chance and see how they’re doing it? Maybe it is a safe place to do our own research.”

“I don’t think we should all go,” he said. “What if is just another trap? If we’re all in there, there won’t be a chance to get back out. Lex, you have to let me do this. I’ll check it out. If I don’t contact you in twenty-four hours, it’s not legit. I’ll find a way back out and meet you in Montana.”

Lexy grabbed his hand. “Jackson, no.”

“It’s something you know I need to do. Maybe it’s fine, right?” He squeezed her hand. “If it is, we can work together, but I can’t chance it. We can’t both be taken. I know you realize that.”

Tears formed and she blinked them back. “All right. But we’ll stay close, and we will get you out if need be.”

“I’ll go with you to contact them, Rico.”

Jackson leaned into Rico. “Get Lexy out of here and keep her safe. I’ll get out on my own if I need to, understood?”

“Yes, of course, but Jackson, we’re all in this together. We have been since you asked us to go get her. We’re a team, and this team doesn’t leave men behind. You got that? You’ve been trying to separate yourself for a while now. That’s on you. You got some kind of guilt trip going on, fine. We’ll do what we have to do. Nothing you have to say is going to change that.”

They stared at each other for a moment and then stepped into the Stryker.

“We have one taker for your offer. The rest of us have somewhere to be, over.”



Pathogen Beginnings (Prequel)













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I grew up in a small northern Minnesotan town, married my high school sweetheart, had two beautiful children and as soon as we could, we moved to a warmer climate. I have worked with my husband building and decorating custom homes for years. After loving every kind of vampire book, movie, and series, I decided that I wanted to know more. I can write a book I thought, how hard can that be? Well, very hard. But I stuck to it and finished my first book Royal Blood Chronicles Book One, Katrina, The Beginning, in August 2009. There are now nine books in that series; The Protectors, The Dark Prince, Cain, the Quest, Bloodline and Legacy, Redemption and Destiny, and book nine Sabine, with book ten- Power of the Secret -out this fall.

I’ve also started to write mystery/suspense contemporary adult romances under my E.L. Loraine brand. The first release is Corporate Ties, A Silken Ties Novel, the second a sweeter romance – Western Escape. A second Silken Ties Novel will be released in August 2014.
The feedback has been great. I have also released Phantom Lives – Collier, and new paranormal series, book two of that series Phantom Lives – Power, book three to be out around Christmas. I also have just published book one of my Shifter Chronicles – Green River. My parents always told me that I could do anything that I wanted, work hard, study, and do it right. I believe that and live that way every day.

I started writing this new vampire series for teens and their moms because I myself wanted something different to read. I was tired of all the modern versions of vampire books, there had to be more to these long-lived beings. Where had they been, what had they seen? I wanted, no I NEEDED to know more so Royal Blood Chronicles was born! Strong female characters and action and adventure mixed with romance, friendship, and a historical backdrop. Phantom Lives continues with another strong female character, which is very important to me. Phantom Lives is a modern day, paranormal romance, filled with mystery, magical places, and beings.



Twitter: @bloodchronicles


News on Netherworld.

So, if you haven’t followed the saga that is the co-authored novel, Netherworld,  you can catch up here.

Our baby.

Our baby.

For your memory, as well as my own, I’ll tell you that a fellow author friend, Amy Miles, and I decided a few years ago now (wow, time flies) to write a book together. She is a wildly read fantasy author and I am (a lesser read) author human emotions. We thought it might be fun to mix the worlds together. She  would handle the fantasy parts and I the human. The premise was simple:A human teen would run into and see a banshee (a creature from the Netherworld who ferries the dead to their final destination). He would see her when he shouldn’t be able to and they would form a connection and all hell would break loose. So that’s what we set out to write. For a year we worked on this book, she from her state, me from mine. It was done entirely online until Amy surprised  me with a trip to the Bahamas where we finished the novel (yes, we worked while on a cruise. I highly recommend it). We also plotted out the next two books on that cruise.  Fast forward to August of last year, 3 days before it’s intended release mind you, and a promo image for the book caught the eye of an agent at Gandolfo Helin & Fountain Literary Management. They wanted to try to sell Netherworld for us which meant we’d have to pull the plug on our release. With three days before release, Amy and I had a LOT of talking to do. We decided to take a risk and see if this could be done traditionally. Once we were settled in with the agency, they had a few suggestions to make to the manuscript, so the once finished book was back in re-writes. It meant I had to read the book again! And edit it. Again! You know how I adore editing.  But we did it. We re-worked it. I flew out to Amy’s for a week and stayed with her family and we hacked the shit out of the manuscript and put it back together, stronger this time. There was a lot of excitement.

The agency sent it out to the Big Six (biggest publishing houses there are) and we all waited. And waited. And waited. Traditional publishing is s l o w. Finally, a reply.

Fantasy was no longer hot, and they didn’t anticipate it being hot again for a long time. However, they did like the human world I had created and wanted me to re-submit the book, without the banshees.

Um. huh? How do I re-submit a book I co-authored on banshees without the banshees?

Needless to say, the agent, Amy and myself all had a long chat. Our agent suggested we split the book. Amy would take all things banshee and tuck it away until fantasy was hot again, and I should take the human element and resubmit to those same publishers who really liked my writing style. Amy and I begrudgingly agreed.

Now, while I’m happy that the big 6 editors like my writing, I am a tad gutted that they didn’t want the baby we’d worked so hard to develop.

The ABC’s of Dee is set to release in mid-April and my agent wants me to focus on this re-re-rewrite as soon as it’s out. A lot to process.

netherworld facelift

This image makes me sadder than it probably should. I won’t say the time Amy and I worked on this is wasted, because I think she will make a kickass banshee novel with what she’s developed without my human world slowing her down. We learned a lot about our writing styles and about each other. Time I wouldn’t trade for the world. No writing is wasted writing. I’ve always believed that. I guess it’s time I put that mantra to the test and rework this book, yet again.


Danielle Bannister, author and really bad photoshop editor.

Where oh where did my weasel go…

Oh where, oh where can he be?wheres weasel

For those of you who may be unsure of what I’m talking about, you can catch up here, then come join the wrap-up party.

So when last we left this hairy adventure, I was left alone in my house, surrounded by a 5 foot bank of snow in all directions (still am, with no end it sight) and a white weasel was on the loose. Bloody beaver meat had been placed, all that was left to do was wait.

And wait I did. For days. Nothing. Well, no, not nothing. I did catch two field mice in my trap and release mouse hotel. Now before you ask, they were NOT the same mouse I caught twice. One was big and one was, well, hoarding the food shall we say. My daughter named them Scooter and Browny. Cute little buggers. We released them in our neighbors snow bank, cause that’s the neighborly thing to do, right? (Kidding. They lived closest to the woods and protection. We were not being vindictive.)

But then, where was the weasel? Was he gone? Had he gone back out the way he came in, maybe to go after the two mice I released instead hanging out with the crazy lady with the broom? Or, was I just REALLY smart? (The answer here is: I’m brilliant.)

After Beaver Meat Man left the house, I took matters into my own hands and reclaimed my sanity. There was only one way the bugger could have gotten in my house and that was via the dryer vent. The insane amounts of snow must have knocked off the dryer vent cover outside leaving a nice open space that they could just walk through and into my house. They didn’t even have to climb to reach the hole because the snow is THAT high.

Not my house, but the general idea.

Not my house, but the general idea.


So, I had three options: Cover up the area inside my house that vented the heat outside and never do laundry again (an idea I could really get behind) OR board it up and line dry my clothes in the tub with a wire rack like I used to do growing up as a child and youth. (I can still feel the stiffness of indoor line dried fabric tearing my skin off, *shiver).

Ah, Memories.

Ah, Memories.

OR, I could cover up the vent area inside and just let the hot air from the dryer, vent the air into the house and steam up all my windows until the snow melts and I could actually find the lower half of my house and replace the dryer vent with something stronger, like barbed wire! Of course, I went with the latter since that was the most logical and less scratchy way of doing things. Plus, I can draw things on the windows when they steam up. BONUS!

Since boarding that area up? Not a single patter of a little foot that doesn’t have permission to live here

I done good. For now.


Danielle Bannister Author and occasional wild woman

I’m still Chillin’ with the Weasel

People always tell you that truth is stranger than fiction. It is people. You can’t make up the stuff that happens to me. You just can’t.

It all started on Wednesday morning. 6 am to be exact. I remember the time because I didn’t have to wake up til 8am and yet… the sounds of  squeaking and the claws frantic running across the tile alerted me that there was something afoot.

This is not the first time I have been awoken to those sounds. I live near the woods, it’s cold out, critters get in. It is, however, the first time that the critter turned out to be one of these: my friend

Yup. A weasel. Blurry eyed and uncaffinated, I watched as the cat failed to capture the bugger and chase said critter into my bathroom. I did the next logical thing. I facebooked about it.  There were three plans of action that the ever wise Facebook list of friends, that were up at that ungodly hour, gave me.

1. Call the Game Warden.

2. Find a way to shoo the bugger out.

3. Run like hell.

Bearing in mind that I didn’t have any coffee in my system, I went with option 2.

What could go wrong?

What could go wrong?

As my lovely drawing illustrates, there is only one way this could go down once I opened the bathroom door. He would follow my carefully made path and run back outside to tell of his adventures in the big scary house and warn all his weasel friends to never come here.

At first, the plan was working beautifully.

Almost there!

Almost there!

But, just as every plan in my life does, things changed. The little bugger decided to jump the last chair and head to, you guessed it…


Smart choice.

Smart choice.

He went right towards the kids room. And the cat. Now, fortunately, the kids were with their father or this could have got messy. I followed after him with my broom to shoo him out the door I had still had open that was letting out all the heat, when he ducked under the door and into the bedroom and my waiting cat. Well, yes, hissing and chasing ensued until I lost the thing again. The hissing it was making indicated it, too, was not happy to be in my house.


scary weasle


Perhaps it’s time I tried calling that Game Warden after all. When I learned that the Game Warden had called in sick and the alternate was not available, I called animal control who doesn’t deal with wild animals. Of course not. But they did give me a number to a local trapper who could help.

In the meantime, I went back into the bedroom with my broom (after shutting the front door. brrr). That’s when  I saw the bugger run under the door of my water heater tank closet. As fast as I could, I barricaded the door since there is about an inch or so clearance at the bottom. The trapper couldn’t show until later that afternoon, so for the rest of day it was me, the cat and the weasel.



When the trapper showed, he had a trap baited with beaver meat. Bloody beaver meat to be more specific. Those things like blood. *shiver. Then he left the traps to work.

He left his meat then he left me. Story of my life. Hahahahaha! (I kid, I kid)

I had done all I could do, right? Well, I guess I could have tried option 3 and run, but with 5 feet of snow, it makes it hard to run.

There is no where to run to, except into a snow bank.

There is no where to run to, except into a snow bank.


I checked the trap this morning. Guess what? No weasel. The thing has escaped. To where, I have no idea. Today I begin the fun game of Where’s the Weasel?

wheres weasel

Can’t. Make. This. Stuff. Up.


Danielle Bannister, Author and unwilling weasel owner.

What to write next?

As my next novel, The ABC’s of Dee starts it’s final stages of editing, I am forced to start thinking about what I should write next.  I know most authors don’t have this issue. Those lucky authors have a whole back log of novel ideas just bursting at the seams.  I am not so lucky (or cursed, as some may think of it)

Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’ve got nothin’ in my noggin,’ cause there are always a few things dancing around, but now is the time I have to figure out what I’m going to work on in May, after The ABC’s of Dee is out.

thinkI know there are a few fans out there who want me to continue the Pulled stories, but I think they are done… Maybe one day I’ll go back and do Janelle’s story, but for now, I think that needs to simmer.

Amy Miles and I still have no word on Netherworld aside for that it is on the desk of several N.Y. publishers. (see history of the novel here). Not to mention that Amy has so many projects lined up that trying to work  on the next in that series won’t happen (unless it get’s picked up) so that has to be on the back burner as well.

A friend suggested I work on a short story collection (cause I so love to write short stories) but let’s be honest. No one actually reads short stories. I’ll still write them, mind you, but they will be more for my writing than for the public.

So I ask you, dear readers, what sort of story do you want next? Leave a comment. Help  me out. What sort of story are you in the mood for?



I got Taylor Swift on my noggin, and you should too.

It happened without my knowledge or permission. A song here, a lyric recalled there, and before I knew it, I became a Taylor Swift fan. Now, I must clarify, I’m not one of her die-hard fans. They have actually given themselves a name, which I’ll admit, I had to Google: Swifties.  Not Swifter, that’s a cleaning thing. I have one of those. Big difference. Swifties are all over facebook, twitter, tumbler and a million other social media that I don’t know how to use, I’m sure.

She was all over the place during the holidays when she bought, wrapped and delivered personalized gifts for fans she’d been facebook stalking (see, even famous people do it). Seeing that video didn’t make me into a fan, I think I already was one, but the video of it did cement the humanity of a young artist who could have so easily gone another route with her fortune. You can catch a bit of that video here, if so inclined. That said, I have done something that I haven’t done in ages, which confirms me as a ‘fan.’ I bought her album 1989! At full price! Gasp!


So what made me realize that I was a fan of her? It wasn’t her always-put-together look cause I’m always just barely put together. It wasn’t the catchy beat of her songs either, though it didn’t hurt. I mean, come on, try not dancing to “Shake it off.” I double-dog-dare you.

The thing that turned me into a fan was … wait for it…  her writing. Shocker. A writer liking writing.

In all seriousness, it’s one thing to write one song that is deep and means something, it’s another to do it for as long as she has and at her age. I’m almost twice as old as she is and yet I don’t have a tenth of the wisdom to write some of the stuff she comes up with. Not that I’m jealous. Okay. I am.

I snatched a few of her lyrics from Pinterest, yes, there is a whole Pinterest board dedicated to just quoting her lyrics.  Here are some of my favorites:

“And the saddest fear comes creeping in. That you never loved me. Or her. Or anyone. Or anything.” I knew you were trouble

I could write a novel on that line alone! But wait, there’s more!

“Every lesson forms a new scar” or “Now we’ve stepped into a cruel world, where everybody stands and keeps score.”  Eyes Open

Truth, sister.

“I’d go back in time and change it, but I can’t. So if the chain is on your door, I understand.” -December

That whole song guts me, truth be told.

“I’ve never heard silence quite this loud” The story of us.

That’s good, simple prose people. Harder to do than you think.

And then, my recent favorite line, perhaps of all time from her.

“Cause darling I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream.” Blank Space

Now, that is a novel waiting to be written. All of these lines could be changed into novels, but at the risk of being sued, I will resist, or at least write them and never show a living soul. In fact, there is actually a list of books that Book Bub Blog actually claims : 13 YA novels that are actually Taylor Swift songs…   Kind of makes me want to go back and re-read The Catcher in the Rye.  Oh fine, read if for the first time.

If you’ve never stopped to listen to the lyrics in a Taylor Swift song, I suggest you try it one day. Are some of her songs pure bubblegum?Sure. But I am willing to wager there is a hidden gem or two stuck inside even the peppiest tune, because the writer in her wouldn’t be able to resist it.

One of her song lyrics jokes: “Got nothin in my brain.” I beg to differ, Ms. Swift. I think you got a lot in that noggin.

Danielle Bannister, Author and new Taylor Swift Fan.