Holy cow, is it almost the middle of December already? That means, for me, no day job between December 21 and January 6. Huzzah!
Thanks to those of you who've preordered CHENOIRE, a story that my alter ego Susannah stole from me, rewrote, and slapped her name on. I always have loved that story and am very happy that it's getting new life with the new StoryFront imprint. I'd categorize it as a sweet paranormal. It will be officially released on December 18 for Kindle only (sorry, folks, but I have no control over such things) at $1.99.
If you're interested in a Kindle version of ABSOLUTION, Amazon has it on special this month for $1.99.
And...Lovely, Dark, and Deep is also now available for preorder! Here's the scoop. It will begin its eight-week run as a serial novel beginning December 30. As with all serial novels from my publisher, it will be a $1.99 one-time cost, which includes all episodes (I know some publishers are charging by the episode, but that's not the case here). So if you don't like to read serials, it'll save you money to order the serial, let it download for eight weeks, and then read it once it's done. After that eight-week run, it will be available as a full novel in both digital and print but at a higher price point.
Although there's a mystical element to it, I should add the disclaimer here that LDD, as I call it, is NOT a paranormal. I would categorize it as a romantic thriller, or a thriller with strong romantic elements.
Now for a quick peek ....when Shane first meets Gillian. (Note: this is promo art I developed for the blog and is not the book cover. I hope to spring that on you next week!)
He wasn’t sure what woke him, but the first thing Shane Burke saw when he cracked open his eyelids was the bottle of Jack Daniels, tipped over and resting on its side. He could’ve sworn he finished it off last night but there was at least an inch of rich amber liquid still resting inside.
Good. Now he had breakfast.
The second thing he saw was a great pair of legs. Well, technically, a great pair of ankles above a pair of leather sandals, and then the legs.
Obviously, he was starting his Saturday morning with hallucinations.
Only one good solution for that. He dangled an arm off the side of his bed and almost had his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle when one of the leather sandals kicked the bottle under the bed, clipping his knuckles in the process.
“Ow.” Since when did hallucinations take his booze and kick him in the knuckles?