I wanted to highlight a few things on the blog today.
It’s Tenzin Tuesday, so there’s a new chapter of Shadows and Gold HERE.
I also wanted those readers curious about what I’m writing and planning over to the new Upcoming Work page. On it, I’ll give you a rough idea of what I’m writing, what I’m planning, and what I see long term for all three series I’m writing. I’ll try to keep things updated, but keep in mind that life happens and schedules change! This is only a rough approximation of what my future work will be.
I also want to send a sincere thank you to everyone who made the release of DESERT BOUND successful! A special thanks to everyone who took the time to review the book where you bought it. I hope you’re enjoying or have enjoyed the book!
I’ll be posting the full prologue to THE SECRET on the website later this week, so look for that and remember, those readers who sign up for my VIP Reader list get exclusive first looks at teasers, covers, and even early chapters of serial work! You can SIGN UP HERE to become a VIP Reader.
Thanks, everyone! Enjoy the new chapter.
“I like that you interrupt me calling you sexy to tell me the scientific name of what I’m kissing.” He nipped her throat. “It’s hot.”
~ Desert Bound, Available Now
Today is release day for DESERT BOUND: Cambio Springs Book Two. Thanks to everyone who is participating in the promotion for the release. So many of you have blogged about this, reviewed it, and preordered the book. And I want to thank you so sincerely. Early reviews have been great!
“Elizabeth Hunter is a paranormal writing genius. She takes unique themes and elements and creates a world that I never want to escape! I have read few shape shifting books that I truly enjoyed (for some reason the theme has never been well written when I try to dive in), yet this series has raised the standard to the highest level and I will never be able to go back!”
“[Desert Bound] is a great story, fabulous setting, a range of shifters from birds to wolves and cats to snakes…and each have their own part to play.”
And here’s a short video message for you guys.
Much love, everyone.
I skipped “What I’m Writing Wednesday” because, well, I’m not writing anything this week. Or not much anyway, because I’m focusing on putting all the release stuff together for Desert Bound, which is only FIVE DAYS AWAY! It’s kind of snuck up on me.
You can preorder Desert Bound
at these retailers for release on 10/14:
I wanted to share the playlist for this book because a. I love it. and b. it played a really big part in writing. Music always plays a big part in what I’m writing, and this playlist is a personal favorite.
DESERT BOUND is a second (third?)-chance romance. Much of that history was explained in “Five Mornings,” Alex and Ted’s short story. But the meat of this story deals with the complicated dance of two headstrong people who love each other very much. They also recognize that sometimes love isn’t enough to build a life. The music reflects that. And it has a lot of Bonnie Raitt, who is one of my all-time favorites.
First love is beautiful. The energy, the passion, the romance. But I think there’s a special kind of depth and beauty to this kind of love story. Because the love—the decision to love and trust and give yourself to someone who you know can hurt you—becomes about so much more than passion.
Don’t worry. This book is hot. Plenty hot! (Thanks, Alex.) But there’s a lot more going on. Not just with the murder that hits Cambio Springs, but also within the friendships and family relationships for both characters.
I hope you enjoy it. I really do. Five more days until it’s burning up your e-reader. Until then, listen to some music.
Beautiful Dawn—The Wailin’ Jennys
With a Little Help from my Friends—Joe Coker
Right in Time—Lucinda Williams
Take It Down—The Wailin’ Jennys
Still I Long for Your Kiss—Lucinda Williams
Something to Talk About—Bonnie Raitt
Step Inside This House—Lyle Lovett
Make You Feel My Love—Adele
Love Me Like a Man—Bonnie Raitt
Gone, Gone, Gone—Philip Phillips
Dimming of the Day—Bonnie Raitt
Also, look for a sale over the weekend on SHIFTING DREAMS! I’ll be lowering the price of the first Cambio Book to just $0.99 to celebrate the release of DESERT BOUND. If you haven’t started this series, now’s your chance!
I’m also running a Giveaway for a signed paperback of Shifting Dreams over on the Facebook page. (Unfortunately, I can’t run it from my WordPress site.) Just click HERE to enter.
Keep well, Elizabeth
I finally decided on a title for the novella that I like! SHADOWS AND GOLD will be the title of this Elemental World novella. So many thanks to the readers who offered suggestions and ideas. I wanted to include something about the gold they’re going after, and while “Shadows and Gold” wasn’t a direct suggestion, many thanks to reader Amy Schmidt Martin for her idea of “In Shadows” which led me to the eventual title.
Titles are a funny thing. Some of them I slave over. Some of them hit me very quickly. I tend to like short titles for two reasons. They’re easier for me to remember, and they also look cleaner on the cover. It’s a personal thing. The titles for the Elemental Mysteries all came from classic philosophical or poetic works. Some of them simply have an element that “feels” right. It’s a weird process sometimes. But Shadows and Gold feels right for this story, so I’m sticking with it.
The next chapter of Shadows and Gold is HERE. Please enjoy. Once again, I have no idea how long this novella will be! It may be more of a short novel. Who knows? We’re still in the first act with four chapters down, so it may be longer than I expected. Still doing one chapter a week as I’m getting into promotion for final formatting for DESERT BOUND while working on drafting The Secret, as well.
ALSO, I wanted to highlight a new feature for readers, which is the VIP Reader mailing list you can sign up for over on the right there. (See it? There’s a link.) I’ve had a new release mailing list for a while now, but the VIP Reader newsletter will be for more than just new releases. These are going to be newsletters filled with extras like first looks at new work, exclusive teasers and contests, and bonus shorts and scenes. It’s going to be more “bonus features” than new books or sales. So if you want to be on that list, please sign up today. I probably won’t do more than one a week or so (if that) so I can promise I’m not going to flood your inbox.
I think that’s it! Hopefully, I’ll get more written on The Secret tomorrow, but for now, I need to go do the final formatting for the paperback edition of DESERT BOUND, which releases A WEEK FROM TODAY! (Yay formatting…) So excited for you guys to read it!
Have a great one, Elizabeth
I missed it last week, but here’s a snippet of what I’m writing right now. Who wants to hear something from the mysterious Jaron? I’m also including a photo I took in Vienna of Michaelskirche, St. Michael’s church in Vienna. This is the amazing Rococo sculpture “Fall of the Angels” by Lorenzo Mattielli.
He watched from across the crowded street. Jaron had taken the face of an old man, holding a newspaper and watching the humans pass in front of him as they strolled the ocean promenade with family and friends. The winter wind gusted on the Ligurian coast, but it did not bother the angel, only flapped the threadbare overcoat that covered his narrow shoulders.
Another old man came to sit beside him, holding a bag of warm chestnuts.
“Does she know yet?”
“She’s intelligent. She’ll find the answers soon enough. And the scribe is keener than I expected.”
Barak lifted the steaming bag of chestnuts to his nose and inhaled but did not reach for one. “Mikhael’s offspring are often underestimated,” he said. “Seen more for their physical strength than their strategy. This is a mistake.”
Jaron nodded. “Mikhael is a great strategist. His prowess rivals Yun’s.”
“Only when Yun is not working with you. Is her father still hidden?”
“As much as I can make him. In some ways, his public life has made it easier. He doesn’t often remove himself to places where he could be vulnerable.”
“True.” Barak tugged on the grey beard that covered his face. “I prefer the human eras that favor facial hair.”
Jaron lifted an eyebrow at his friend. “Do you? I detest them.”
“You detest every human era anymore.”
“Why do you think I’m doing all this?”
The corner of the old man’s mouth lifted behind his beard. “Why, indeed?”
I’ll have some exciting news later this week about DESERT BOUND! Until then, have a great day, everyone.
Thanks for your understanding last week while I was in Vienna doing research for The Secret. I had a great, very productive trip which I’ll post more about later this week, along with some exciting release news about DESERT BOUND which comes out in 15 days. FIFTEEN DAYS! I hope you’re ready for Alex and Ted! I love that couple.
Until then, this should tide over readers looking for an Elemental fix. A new chapter of the Ben and Tenzin novella! By the way, I’m still taking suggestions for titles on this one. I can’t decide. So feel free to offer suggestions in the comments. If I pick your title, I’ll send you a copy of the novella when it’s published.
A short teaser from Chapter Three…
They walked through the market after the sun set, enjoying the smell of spices and cooking oil that filled the air. The night market in Ürümqi was a melange of faces, scents, and colors. Children ran about in brightly colored dresses and shirts. Stylish Uyghur women in intricately embroidered hijab surveyed wares with a critical eye. Caps and scarves. Bread and fruit. Everything was for sale in the market that night.
“You fit here,” he said, looking around.
“I fit where? China?” Tenzin asked.
“Here. In Xinjiang.”
It was true. He’d never been able to place Tenzin’s appearance. She was Asian, for certain, but didn’t have the typical features of the Han Chinese who dominated the Western view of China. Tibetan? Mongolian, maybe? He didn’t suppose those kind of labels existed in her human years.
Her complexion was pale, but much of that had to do with her vampiric nature. Her eyes were a cloudy grey, but that could have happened during her transformation however many thousand years before. There was no way of knowing what she’d looked like as a human, but she’d been turned in her late teens or early twenties. Of that, he was fairly sure.
And in Central Asia—with its fascinating mix of people—she did, somehow, fit.
Tenzin shook her head, lifting the corner of her mouth in a smile. A hint of her ever-present fangs peeked out. “I don’t fit anywhere, Ben.”
“Whatever, oh ancient and mysterious one.” He nudged her shoulder to head down an alley that smelled particularly savory. “You fit with me.”
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!
Here’s the next chapter of Ben and Tenzin’s novella. This will be mostly from Ben’s point of view, though Tenzin’s will probably creep in a bit as I go. I can’t tell you how many chapters it will be yet. I’d planned seven, but I’m already going longer than I thought I would, so it’ll most likely be around ten or eleven.
And that’s about it! Here’s some pictures from Xinjiang, where the novella takes place.
Writing Irin is hard. There’s just no way around it. I love it. I deeply love this world. But it’s a difficult one. It’s was difficult to develop this mythology. It was difficult to go dark places with these characters. So there’s a part of me that loves writing this book, and there’s a part of me that dreads it. I hope you guys understand. I’m hoping I’ll be in a better place writing The Secret than I was with The Singer, which was very difficult to write because the characters were going through so much.
Anyway, here’s the teaser. I hope you guys enjoy. And here’s a link to the other one (which is a bit more lighthearted) that I put over on the FB page.
Some mornings Ava woke feeling as if she could drift away. She was smoke on those mornings. The thin fog that hung over the ocean in the moonlight. They clung to each other in sleep, no matter what had happened during the day or how distant they had felt.
Sometimes, she woke and he was watching her, frowning as if he was trying to remember.
The best mornings she woke and Malachi was the man he had been, light in his eyes and a teasing smile at the corner of his mouth. They made love on those mornings with playful passion. The joy of new lovers in familiar skin as they hid away in his grandparents’ house on the edge of the sea.
On those mornings, they didn’t speak of the other times he woke her. The hours when she cried in her sleep. Stifling screams. Weeping with remembered loss. In the bleak darkness of those nights they held each other desperately.
“I’m here,” he’d whisper. “Ava, I’m here.”
Once, she’d bitten his shoulder hard enough to break skin, and the taste of his blood lingered in her mouth for days.
He said it over and over again.
And in the mornings, she believed him.
But the nights always came. The dark angel walked with Ava in her dreams, and she woke crying, seeing his face dissolve into gold dust that rose in the damp air of the cistern where he had died.