Shamefully long gap between blog posts? CHECK.
Good news to report? CHECK!
Burgeoning superpowers finally manifesting? sigh NOT CHECK.
There’s lots and lots of good news lately. In no particular order:
- Midnight Labyrinth is nearly finished, will go to editor soon, and I’ll have a cover reveal and preorder link on this Thursday. Benzin lovers rejoice!
- The audiobook for Shadows and Gold is nearly finished. I’m super happy with the narrator, and he’s already started on Imitation and Alchemy. (The Irin audiobooks are still in process. Sorry, guys.)
- I’m already starting on THE STORM, the all new Irin novella featuring Max and Renata that will be making its debut in the Amid the Winter Snow holiday anthology. I’m joined in that with Thea Harrison, Grace Draven, and Jeffe Kennedy. It will be amazing and wonderful so stay tuned for more news.
I’m getting crazy excited feedback from beta readers on this, you guys. Please know that I’m very aware of the high expectations for this book and you absolutely HAVE given me a complex. So no worries that I’m not taking your excitement seriously enough. I am thrilled you’re all so excited and also somewhat terrified because there’s no way this book will live up to everyone’s expectations. Nevertheless, I really love it, even though it’s kind of weird and I’m still not sure what genre it is. I’m very excited to share it with you.
Release will be November 7th, 2017 and there will be a preorder link along with the cover reveal on Thursday. IF YOU WANT TO SEE IT A DAY EARLY, you can sign up for my newsletter.
I’m working with new narrators on both the Elemental Legacy series and the Irin Chronicles, so going has been slow for both, but now that things are rolling with Elemental Legacy, they’re really rolling! Shadows and Gold is in post-production. Imitation and Alchemy is being recorded as I type. I can’t wait for you all to hear more, and I’ll post links as soon as I have them.
The Irin Chronicles is going slower. I’m sorry to say that there’s been a delay, but it was unavoidable and I’m doing my best to spur things along. I know you’re all frustrated. Trust me, I am too. The books will be made available as soon as I can possibly get them out to you.
I have a special holiday story for you all this year! I’m just starting the first draft for Max and Renata’s story, THE STORM, so I thought I’d give you all a little teaser. They’re a passionate couple, so I think some of that snow is going to melt if Max has any say in the matter. (SPOILER ALERT: He does.) THE STORM will be out on December 12 in Amid the Winter Snow.
Here’s a little teaser to whet your appetite:
Max had finally found a name. Ciasa Fatima.
It had taken him eighteen years to find that name. Eighteen years of lies and misdirection. Eighteen years of frustration. At this point, he didn’t know if he wanted to find her for longing or sheer spite.
The librarian who gave him the name of the house was an old Ladin man who’d lived his entire life in the Southern Tyrol and claimed to know the house Max was looking for. Once, it had been the house of a great family, he claimed. They had a library to rival the duke’s! Strange people would come and go. Soldiers and noblemen. Beautiful women and visitors from foreign lands. There were stories and legends galore.
Then two hundred years ago, everything went quiet. There were no more visitors. Nothing except smoke in the middle of winter and occasional lights shining through the trees.
These days, the house was rented out to discreet and very private travelers in the summer. It wasn’t an easy place to stay, the old man had said. There was no electricity and probably no running water. But the meadows that surrounded it were worth the hike. The view was breathtaking.
In the winter, of course, it was vacant. No one wanted to brave the snow and ice of the cold Tyrollean winter on their own, especially on a mountain slope like the one around Ciasa Fatima.
Except during the Winter Solstice.
For a few weeks in the middle of winter, villagers claimed that smoke came from the chimneys and lights glittered on the mountain. Whoever stayed at Ciasa Fatima didn’t come down into the village.
This did not surprise Max.
There was no one better at hiding than Renata.
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