THE DIABOLIC cover reveal!

Wahoo, I now have a cover!

Please see my interview at Publishers Weekly for more about my next book! Blurb below:

A Diabolic is ruthless.

A Diabolic is powerful.

A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect the person you’ve been created for.

Nemesis is a Diabolic, a humanoid teenager created to protect a galactic senator’s daughter, Sidonia. The two have grown up side by side, but are in no way sisters. Nemesis is expected to give her life for Sidonia, and she would do so gladly. She would also take as many lives as necessary to keep Sidonia safe.

When the power-mad Emperor learns Sidonia’s father is participating in a rebellion, he summons Sidonia to the Galactic court. She is to serve as a hostage. Now, there is only one way for Nemesis to protect Sidonia. She must become her. Nemesis travels to the court disguised as Sidonia—a killing machine masquerading in a world of corrupt politicians and two-faced senators’ children. It’s a nest of vipers with threats on every side, but Nemesis must keep her true abilities a secret or risk everything.

As the Empire begins to fracture and rebellion looms closer, Nemesis learns there is something more to her than just deadly force. She finds a humanity truer than what she encounters from most humans. Amidst all the danger, action, and intrigue, her humanity just might be the thing that saves her life—and the empire.


New book for Fall of 2016! THE DIABOLIC

So I’ve just sold a new book to the amazing Justin Chanda at Simon & Schuster. It’s called THE DIABOLIC, and it will come out next fall! I’m so excited for you guys to read it!

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WordPress is being a bit difficult and the text keeps blurring, so I’ll transcribe:

“S.J. Kincaid’s THE DIABOLIC, a stand-alone action adventure thriller set in space, called a YA take on the epic, I, Claudius, about a genetically-created teenager named Nemesis who is a Diabolic, thought to be a killing machine; assigned to protect an heiress to the Galactic Senate summoned to court to serve as a hostage, Nemesis goes in her stead and must pose as a rined, sheltered heiress.”

If you haven’t seen the BBC drama, I, CLAUDIUS (based on a series of novels I shamefully haven’t read), then do yourself a favor and watch it!

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A more detailed description:

“The book revolves around a genetically created teenager named Nemesis. She is what’s known as a Diabolic, thought to be a soulless killing machine. Nemesis was created to protect an heiress to the Galactic Senate, but when the Emperor summons this heiress to his court to serve as a hostage and pawn— Nemesis is sent in her stead. It’s the only way to protect her master. Now this killing machine faces the most difficult task of her life: posing as a refined, sheltered heiress, swimming in a sea of ruthless aristocrats. Nemesis discovers Diabolics may be more human than she ever believed, but at the high court, this might be the greatest weakness of them all.”

That said, this website is very INSIGNIA themed so I anticipate needing to redesign it sometime in the near future! Stay tuned.

What I’ve been doing lately while neglecting this blog…

It’s been a while since I’ve updated this blog, so I thought I’d let you guys know what I’ve been up to!

I spent a month in Oregon and got to go bungee jumping. It was awesome.


I won the Alabama Teen Author Award for INSIGNIA and attended a wonderful conference with Alabama librarians. Here I met another winner, Lily Ledbetter!


I attended the Waupaca Book Festival in Wisconsin and had a great time meeting local teenagers, librarians, teachers, parents, Derek Anderson, and…

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I also met Mike Mullin, author of Ashfall! Lara, in the picture with us, is the talented artist who created the banner behind us. If you haven’t seen Mike’s presentations, you need to! He is a force of nature (coincidentally, he also talks about the Yellowstone supervolcano, another force of nature…)

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I participated in the national teen lock-in. Here is my video from the event! (Warning: lots of ‘ums’ ahead.)

I moderated a panel at Mrs. Dalloway’s with Susan Adrian, Whitney Miller, and Stacey Lee


And last but certainly not least, I signed with a new agent, Holly Root of Waxman Leavell! Fingers crossed– I hope to have news for you sometime this year about a new upcoming book. All I’ll say is that it’s sci-fi, it’s in the future, and it was a LOT of fun to write. Hopefully it will be just as fun to read!

Take care!

Mrs. Dalloway’s Event and Cut Sex-Ed Scene from VORTEX

Happy Friday!

I just wanted to announce here that I’ll be moderating a panel on March 24th at Mrs. Dalloway’s in Berkeley! The featured authors will be Susan Adrian, author of the excellent TUNNEL VISION (I blurbed it!), Whitney Miller, author of THE VIOLET HOUR and THE CRIMSON GATE, and Stacey Lee, author of UNDER A PAINTED SKY. More information here! Come see us!

That said, I was going through some files on my computer yesterday and found a bunch of cut scenes from VORTEX and CATALYST. Here, I thought I’d share something for your reading pleasure– a cut scene from VORTEX between Tom and Blackburn.

The context: Heather already knows what Tom can do. She’s trying to manipulate him. In this version, Yuri is not yet stricken. They have a mock duel that ends awkwardly.

Followed by this:

Tom just goggled at her. He’d seen them. He’d just seen…

“Sir,” Heather said, straightening suddenly.

Tom gave a start, realizing Blackburn was in there, having walked up unnoticed during their duel.

“I need someone smaller than me to climb into a repair shaft,” Blackburn said.

Heather flushed a bit. So did Tom, because every inch of him was painfully aware of the boobs he’d just seen. The glorious, wonderful pair of boobs.

“I was going to order Raines, but now, Akron, I think you can do it. Instructions are in your processor.” Blackburn tapped at his forearm keyboard.

“But sir!” Heather objected. “What if there’s a Russo-Chinese attack and I’m needed?”

“I’ll take the risk.”

“General Marsh won’t like it,” she threatened.

Blackburn’s smile was dangerous. “You’re eighteen, Ms. Akron. Raines is fifteen. I think, rather than bother General Marsh over this minor request, you’ll go and do what I’m asking you to do.”

Heather’s face grew glacially cold. She nodded stiffly, then stalked past him.

Blackburn turned to regard him, then said, “Come with me.”

Tom didn’t move. “Why? Sir?”

“Just follow me.”

Minutes later, they settled across from each other in Blackburn’s office. Tom sat there, wondering what he’d done wrong. Blackburn was tapping his fingers on his desk, and seemed to be looking anywhere but at him.

“Mr. Raines,” he said, “we’ve had our differences.”

“That’s what you call trying to rip my mind apart? Having our differences?”

“Exactly,” Blackburn said flatly. “But the fact remains, I’ve seen enough memories of your childhood to know a few things about your upbringing, and I just walked in on… that. I have to ask you an awkward question now.”

“No, you really don’t.”

“The Spire is a highly politically charged environment,” Blackburn said, his voice tense. “Congressmen debate your curriculum on the House floor. In short: there’s no sex ed here. Did your father or any concerned adult ever educate you about women?”

Tom felt heat flood his face. “I didn’t do that. Her shirt just popped open and out they came. It was like a force of nature. Two forces of nature. And… and that means I don’t need to hear it.” He felt like he was in anguish, he was so desperate for this conversation to end. “I know all about the girl stuff, okay? I’ve got the internet.”

Blackburn made a pained face. He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I was afraid you’d say that. Listen, if you don’t want to hear it from me, you can hear it from Ms. Ossare. Want me to call her? “

Tom sat there, mortified. He couldn’t speak.

“I’ll send you down to her–”

“No!” God, that would be awkward, a woman telling him about… about all that stuff. “Isn’t there a pamphlet or something?”

“Shut up, Raines. This will be quick. Let’s start with some basic human biology. Human beings have cycles, you see, but the female cycle is the one most relevant to our discussion…”

* * *

It was the most horrifying twenty minutes of Tom’s life. He sat there, frozen in place, a hostage, waiting for Blackburn to conclude. At least he seemed as awkward with this as Tom felt.

“And that,” Blackburn concluded, “Is how a fun night out becomes a lifetime of child support and drug-resistant syphilis.”