I’m sorry. Were you under the impression I could dance in a non-awkward manner? Yeah, that’s not happening.
Italy: Italy was amazing. And hot. And amazing. But hot and amazing often go together, don’t they?
(I’m just saying “hot as an Italian police officer” might become a phrase.)
But really, it was a great trip. The boy and I had fun, and I got some amazing new ideas for the next Elemental Legacy novella while I did research for the series. That novella (as yet untitled) should be arriving this winter. So there will be Ben and Tenzin trouble. I mean fun. Eh…. kinda both. DO I HAVE TO PICK?
Thank you, Ron.
As for what’s coming up next, I just finished the preliminary outline for the next Cambio Springs book, which will be Ollie and Allie’s story. The title of that book will be…
You guys, I love this book so much already and I haven’t even started writing it yet.
I don’t have a cover or synopsis, but when I do, I’ll be arranging a cover reveal and all that jazz. Both these characters are reader-favorites and I know people have been waiting for this one. I HAVE BEEN, TOO.
But BEFORE Waking Hearts, I have another treat for you as we go into the fall. Beneath a Waning Moon is the next duology I’m releasing with Grace Draven. She’ll be including her novella, Gaslight Hades (which is awesome!) and I’ll be including my very first historical romance novella set in the Elemental World, A Very Proper Monster, featuring Tom and Josie Dargin who you met in The Scarlet Deep. I don’t have an exact release date, but we’re aiming for Halloween season.
YES! Gothic romances for Halloween! You know you love it.
Until I have more, here’s a teaser from Monster:
“Who is there?” Josephine gathered her dressing gown, wrapping it closer around her body. “Who are you?”
Surely only a neighbor’s servant, gawking at her foolishness. She should have been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. She knew the neighbors considered her eccentric. It was the privilege of the dying.
“If you’re going to spy on me” —Josephine stepped toward the bushes— “you will only see folly.”
“I saw no folly tonight,” a quiet voice replied. “Only perhaps a bit of fancy.”
The voice was low and rough, coming from the edge of the garden. A man’s voice, not a boy’s. Coming from the other side of the wall? She couldn’t tell for certain. But whoever was watching her, she didn’t sense him moving away.
“Are you planning to kidnap me?” She cocked her head, stepping closer to the edge of darkness. “I’ll warn you, I’m consumptive. I’ll probably make you sick if you try.”
“My kind don’t fall ill easily.”
She froze. “Your kind?”
“Who were you talking to? The moon? God? Perhaps the fairies?”
“None of them, I think. Death, maybe.”
He sounded amused when he said, “’Tis a foolish woman who courts Death. He is the most jealous lover.”
Josephine stopped at the edge of the grass, not wanting to discover his secret. Whoever he was—servant or tramp, beggar or gentleman—she didn’t feel fear. He had heard her, and she was grateful. Josephine offered a sad smile into the shadows. “As I don’t have any other lover, I suppose Death can have me.”
She thought he came closer, though she had no idea why.
“Are you afraid to die?” her shadowed friend asked.
“Yes,” she whispered into his silence. “Everyone is.”
A silent pause, then a murmur so close, she felt his breath on her neck. “Goodnight, Josephine.”
But when she spun around, he was gone.