Hey all! I loved what the excellent Colleen Vanderlinden did over on her blog today, so I’m totally copying her. I spent the weekend writing the next chapter in Ben and Tenzin’s novella in the Elemental world, but now I’m back in Irin-land. In fact, I’ll be headed to Vienna, Austria next week for a short research trip for THE SECRET. Vienna is a big setting in the book, but for right now, Ava and Malachi are back in one of my most favorite cities anywhere, Istanbul. Here’s a little peek at the first chapter of THE SECRET:
Malachi watched the traffic crawl by as they eased onto Ataturk Bridge, crossing the Golden Horn in the taxi Ava had flagged down outside the airport. She’d resisted telling anyone they were coming, still wary of any communication that would put them at risk. They’d flown from Frankfurt to Istanbul during the night, arriving just as the sun was rising over the city. It was rush hour, and the familiar shouts of drivers and vendors filled the air, along with the smell of the water.
He glanced at his mate, who was sitting quietly next to him. Her phone was out, but her leg rested against his in the back of the car.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Answering emails.” She tapped on the screen. “Checking… stuff.”
“Anything interesting?” Malachi might have lived longer, but in some ways, he was far more ignorant of the world at large. Ava was independent. She managed her own finances. Ran a business. He knew she had a home in California, but he didn’t think she’d been back for over a year.
“A few things from my mom. My agent. One from my financial adviser.”
“Are you still ridiculously rich?”
“Yes. Are you still okay with having a rich wife… mate? Whatever I am?”
He smiled. “Yes. It’s good that one of us knows something about money.”
Ava shook her head. “What did you do without me?”
“I don’t know.” His smile turned into a grin. “Honestly, don’t remember a thing.”
Have a great week, everyone!