Welcome to Flying Tiger Press

At Flying Tiger Press, you’ll find stories about people– people grappling with new magical abilities, venturing on journeys of self-discovery, finding love in unexpected places.
The battles 
fought are on home ground. The stakes played are closest to the heart.

Flying Tiger books. Where magic gets personal.

Explore the magic of Flying Tiger Press books. Read samples at For Your Reading Enjoyment. Buy Flying Tiger books at Amazon and other major online retailers.


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Flying Tiger Press is the imprint for fantasy by
Kathlena L. Contreras and K. Lynn Bay.


Sep 29

Cesar Milan on South Park

I recently went to see Cesar Milan live. During the performance, Cesar showed this clip from South Park. I laughed so hard I hurt.


Sep 06

The Face Thief

A little bit fantasy, a little bit horror and a touching, unexpected ending in this animated short.

Thanks to The Passive Voice for posting this.

Sep 05

This Bed’s for Rollin’

I’m pretty sure this is what my dogs do when we leave them alone…


Aug 03

Ash Fall – Chapter 2

In this installment of my new fantasy romance, Ash Fall, by K. Lynn Bay, Asha discovers exactly what she’s in for with her in-laws-to-be. Click here to read the book’s description and the Prologue.

Chapter 2

“Princess Asha,” Paen said. “Your new home.” He swept a gesture across the valley to the enormous manor house standing on a slight rise beyond the river.

“Ooh!” Miranna breathed and gripped her arm. “How beautiful!”

Asha’s stomach felt like someone had made her drink mud. Shouldn’t it feel the opposite? As Ama had said, the mansion was beautiful, a high front of golden stone, graceful wings spreading on either side embracing a pond with a fountain and a park of small trees. Red and gold pennants twisted lazily in the breeze. A barge, its sail furled to its mast, glided along water glinting in the afternoon sun.

“It is lovely,” Elan said and laid her hand on Asha’s shoulder. “An auspicious beginning.”

Asha didn’t believe in omens. Her gut had always been far more accurate. This time, she had to ignore it.

She would rather have ridden in with dignity. She had to content herself with the view between the parted green and yellow draperies. Mira and Kiriei and Larenn exclaimed and chattered, owning all the excitement that ought to have been Asha’s. Elan, watching Asha, had the sense to be calmer, only pointing out a curious donkey with its head over a fence, a rambling rose in full bloom, a picturesquely twisted oak. These observations had the desired effect of taking Asha’s mind off their destination.

At last they clattered into the court. The high front of the house blotted out most of the sky, the wings enclosed them, the towers speared the clouds.

Oh, Mother, Asha thought, give me strength.

A great number of people filled the courtyard—grooms and footmen and guards, drivers and drovers and carters. There was the flurry of getting down from the carriage, gloved hands holding her bare ones. She passed between servants bowing and murmuring like reeds before a storm, then up granite steps to great carved doors that gaped open to swallow them all.

“Their Highnesses, the Conns, await you, Princess,” Paen said beside her.

His voice echoed away through a great entry hall, the painted dragons and Valkyries on its ceiling high enough overhead to be in the clouds in truth.

Elan frowned. “My lady is weary and travel-worn after so many days on the road. Mightn’t she rest and wash?”

“Oh, yes, indeed,” Miranna piped up. “We’re hardly fit to be seen.”

For her own part, Asha wanted the meeting over and done with. If the Conns wanted their first glimpse of her to be rumpled and begrimed, still dressed in her boots and divided riding skirt, that was their choice.

“Their Highnesses’ eagerness is not to be denied,” Paen said in a tone somewhere between apologetic and reproachful.

“Then surely,” Asha said, “we mustn’t disappoint them.”

Paen bowed and smiled.

If the abrupt summons was meant to put her in her place, it had exactly the opposite effect. By presenting herself so promptly, tired and uncomfortable, the situation allowed Asha to be gracious and generous.

She raised her head and swept ahead of the rest. Tall double doors, gilded and silvered and painted with lilies, swung open before her. Read the rest of this entry »

Jul 29

Free Flying Tiger Ebooks on Kindle Unlimited

Read Flying Tiger Press  titles FREE on Kindle Unlimited, Amazon’s new subscription reading program. Blackthorne, ChanceShaper and Do You Believe in Magic are currently available for Kindle Unlimited. Click on the covers to read now!


Blackthorne by K. Lynn Bay

Blackthorne on Amazon

ChanceShaper - K. Lynn Bay

ChanceShaper on Amazon

Do You Believe in Magic - Kathlena L. Contreras

Do You Believe in Magic on Amazon

Jul 27

Ash Fall – Chapter 1

This is the second installment of Ash Fall. To read the Prologue and description, click here. Ash Fall will be published under K. Lynn Bay.

Chapter 1

Three years later…

The last ranks of Thiel’s orchards fell behind. Asha set her jaw and stared straight ahead. She would see them again. Someday. She’d see Ama and Papi again, and the warm brown stone of her home rising above the orchards, hear the bright shout of the River Firell as it tumbled and tousled its way down from the mountains.

Tears ached at the back of her throat, but she swallowed them down. Weeping at the beginning of her betrothal journey would scarcely be auspicious.

“Oh, Ash,” Miranna said, breathless. “Do you believe we’re finally on our way?”

Asha glanced at her cousin. Miranna swept a few windblown strands of hair off her face and craned in the saddle to better see the road ahead. At least someone was excited.

“I thought the day would never arrive!” Miranna said.

“It came more quickly than I dreamed,” Asha said. “Far too quickly,” she muttered under her breath.

Elan, riding on Asha’s other side, gave a slight shake of the head. Of the two of them, Asha was closest to Elan. Elan often seemed more like a much older sister than simply one of her ladies. Asha loved her dry wit and good sense, knew she could count on her clear vision and honesty.

“Your mother and father never knew each other before they married,” Elan said. “Yet look how happy they are.”

Asha turned. “Really? Ama never told me that.”

Elan nodded in her placid way. “The marriage was meant to seal the connection with her family for their trade ties in Abrushan.” Her brows kinked. “If all had remained as it once was, Thiel would’ve been as rich as Conn. Richer.”

As it had once been. “I remember the trade caravans, when I was little,” Asha said. “All the horses and people and wagons, the smells and the noise. And then the great hall full of lights, the long tables covered with food. I’d hide underneath and watch the traders. I remember a northerner bending down to look at me one time. I was afraid of his huge, bristly beard and big fur hat.”

Miranna listened, bemused. “I don’t remember any of that. Only the harvest time festivals.”

“You were too young,” Asha said. “The Drakhari came to the mountains when I was…oh, I don’t know. Seven or eight, I suppose.”

“No more trade caravans through the mountains after that,” Elan said.

After that, Thiel had only grown poorer and more isolated, the trade all going south to places like Hannon and Conn. A far, far longer route, but one safe from Drakhari raids.

Asha’s horse took advantage of her distraction, snatching a mouthful of grass from beside the road. Asha gave her a disapproving cluck and a nudge with her heels. The mare turned a laughing eye on her, shook her mane and stepped out again.

Miranna reached over and squeezed her hand. “You’re so lucky! What do you think it’ll be like, living in Conn?”

Asha let her cousin’s enthusiasm wash over her, tried to take it in. “Ama told me the Conns live in a great house with a fountain in the courtyard and balconies in the windows. Barges with sails of yellow and red ply the river that runs at its feet.”

“And you’ll have beautiful dresses and gold bands for your hair and jewels for your wrists.” Miranna slid her a sly look. “I saw what was in that chest the envoy brought.”

“Dresses and jewels,” Asha said without enthusiasm. “My new husband is what I’m worried about.”

Miranna made an unladylike noise. “Why on earth are you worried about that? You’ll scarcely see him after the wedding, I’ll wager. I’ve heard rich families are like that. After the heir is made, husbands go about their lives, and ladies go about theirs.”

Asha bit back a reply.

“Mira, you’re not helping,” Elan said.

“What’s wrong with that?” Miranna said. “If it was me, I’d be perfectly happy.”

“Asha’s priorities might be rather different,” Elan said.

Asha’s priorities had been, before a month ago, to find a man who loved her as much as Papi loved Ama and spend her life with him. Not to be given like a trade token to some faceless family for reasons she didn’t like to think about. Read the rest of this entry »

Jul 20

New Book – Ash Fall

I’ve been working on a new project, a fantasy romance I’m calling Ash Fall. When it’s released, it will be under my K. Lynn Bay pen name. I’ll be posting chapters here. I’d love to hear what you think.

Captive of a barbarian lord…

Asha, daughter of the lord of Thiel, isn’t happy about being shipped off to marry the Conn lord’s son, a man she’s never met, for a political alliance. But things get worse when the barbarian Drakhari attack Conn and Asha finds herself bound hand and foot in the tent of the dragon-eyed Drakhari lord, Drakhar.

Captivated by a lowland woman’s spirit…

Drakhar, determined to possess the rich lands of Thiel, proposes to wed the Thiel lord’s daughter. When her father rejects his offer, he arms and rides out to take Asha by force. What he never expected was that a soft lowlander woman would cross swords with him, or defy him at every turn. Without willing it, he soon realizes there’s one thing he wants more than Thiel– Asha herself.

In the cold, stony mountains of the Drakhari, fire ignites between them. But giving herself–and Thiel–to the seductive barbarian who stole her away is unthinkable…unless Asha can learn to accept an impossible love.





The hunting magic led Drakhar far across the mountains late in winter. It had been another bad winter, early snows, and deep. People suffered. Some had died. The hunting magic called more often, and called him farther. This time, it called him to the very edge of the lowlands.

They stretched away below him, a rumple of winter-brown hills smoothing into a shimmering haze of distant valleys. Drakhar crouched down and shaded his eyes, leaning on his bow. A silver slash of river glinted in the low, cool sunlight. Threads of smoke rose from a huddle of dwellings among bare trees.

Ah! So perhaps it was raiding the magic hand in mind. But a successful raid needed a party of well-armed men on horseback, not single man equipped only with a bow and a knife, many days’ journey from home. Why call to him to hunt alone?

He stood and slipped back into the trees, ghosted under them along the slope. Bare rock shouldered up, forcing him higher and back into a fold of mountain. The edge grew steeper until he padded along the top of a cliff. The land below rose as well. Oaks, their black, twisted branches bare, crowded against the cliff face.

A voice came, a snatch of laughter echoing up the cliff face. Drakhar froze, listening, scenting. No scent yet, but the voice came again—no, voices. The magic sharpened, drew him forward. He crouched and eased along the cliff top. A break in the trees below showed ahead, a meadow nestled in a cul-de-sac of the cliff face. He flattened himself to the stony ground, called on the magic to conceal him and crept forward until he could see.

Two foreshortened figures, little more than heads and shoulders, moved below. A lowland man and boy, both dressed in loose trousers and short jackets. A trick of wind brought their scents up the cliff face. No, not a boy. A woman.

The magic pulsed, sharp and hard as the thrust of a blade, but the urge to attack didn’t come. The magic only held him there, watching, while it beat and shivered around him stronger than he’d ever felt. Read the rest of this entry »

Jul 18

Word Crimes

I’ve enjoyed “Weird Al” Yankovic for a long time, but this is one of his cleverer efforts. Catchy tune, lots of fun popular culture allusions, AND he’s pitching for proper English! :-)


Jul 13

Crooked Magic Cover

Glendon of Streetlight Graphics finished the cover for Crooked Magic, the sequel to Familiar Magic. Now it’s up to me to finish the book. I’m about 2/3 of the way there. Click here for a teaser.

In Crooked Magic, the wizards are back and it’s up to Amethyst, Talys, and Jas to keep them from turning the country into a bunch of little corporate-owned kingdoms. A nice, straightforward job–as long as Amethyst can avoid the shadowy figure who calls himself Ragman, a broker who sells wizards to the highest bidder. And charming, slippery Jas, who’s determined to pick up where he and Amethyst left off last year.

If you’d like a free pre-release copy in exchange for posting your review when the book is published, contact me.

Crooked Magic by Kathlena L. Contreras


Jun 29

Goodreads Giveaway for ChanceShaper

A brutal invader. A peaceful world. And one woman born to stand between them.

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Chanceshaper by K. Lynn Bay


by K. Lynn Bay

Giveaway ends August 23, 2014.

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From ChanceShaper:

Ennet shuffled through equipment and parts on one of the shelves and produced a device about half the length of his finger. “You know what this is.”

Kara shook her head.

He fixed a long, inscrutable look on her. “It’s a comm clip. You’re to render it inoperative. Although how you’ll accomplish the task when you don’t even know the purpose of the device I can’t say.”

But I made that skimmer break! she wanted to shout. It didn’t matter what she did. However she succeeded, in his eyes she’d still fail. She took the comm and lifted it as if to fling it to the ground. Ennet caught her wrist, dragged it without effort back to the tabletop.

“I told you long ago,” he said through his teeth. “You will do what I say.” He twisted the comm unit from her fingers.

“I did what you said!”

He still gripped her tightly enough that her hand began to go numb. “You did nothing.”

“Nothing?” The old fury and outrage rose. Kara focused it on the comm, all her sense of injustice. “Is this nothing, too?”

A fizzle, a pop, and a ribbon of bitter blue smoke curled up. The stink of burning polymer suddenly filled the air. He dropped the device on the worktable and released her.

She flexed prickling fingers. White and red prints showed on her skin. She rubbed them and glared at him.

Ennet prodded the device with a tool. The comm’s crystal was cracked and smoky, and it was melted at one end. He carefully set down the tool and stared across the room. She had a feeling he didn’t see whatever he looked at.

“How did you do this?” he finally said.

“I did nothing.” She didn’t know where the perversity came from. Anger still? Or something else?

The lines bracketing his mouth deepened. His eyes, black and cold, pinned her. She didn’t allow herself to take a step back.

“You taunt me,” he said and paused.

She wondered if he were letting the foolishness of that sink in.

“And then the comm burns. This can scarcely be coincidence.”

“Maybe an accident?” she said.

He caught her wrist again, yanked her to him. “How?”

His grip ground her bones together. Kara thought about making a disaster, a small one. Or maybe it might not turn out so small. No, she decided.

“I don’t know.”

“Do—not—provoke me.”

She clenched her fist. It was turning a mottled, purplish color. “I—don’t—know! If I knew, do you think I’d be here, having to obey you like some disgusting slavey? If I knew, you’d never have caught me in the first place. You’d never have been able to keep me.”

“You speak a child’s nonsense. A defiant child.”

“I wanted that comm not to work. And now it doesn’t.” She said each word as if speaking to someone deaf—or stupid.

Ennet barked a laugh. She’d never heard him laugh before. It was as cold and hard as everything else about him. “Wishes don’t make something so.”

She was trembling with anger and humiliation now. “Mine do.”

She flung her free hand at the skimmer on the other side of the smoke-tarnished glass.

A foomp of expanding air hit the metal wall and heavy glass. Molten metal spattered the glass, the walls, glowing yellow, then cooling to dull red and finally to grey. Pulsing light showed through a ragged, melt-edged hole in the skimmer. Something inside the craft flared again. Smoke exhaled and writhed behind the glass like a trapped spirit.

She rubbed her freed wrist again—she didn’t remember Ennet releasing it. That was easy, she thought wildly. Panic clawed inside her chest. She didn’t know why.


Like Selkellen had said. But Selkellen had rescued her—not prepared to drag her into deeper trouble.

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