In five more days!
In five more days!
6 days to run around shopping like a headless chicken,
6 days to stress over dinner parties and cookies, and
6 days to wait until The Twelve Dates of Christmas
is available to start reading!
Well, unfortunately, I am not announcing the publication date.
Cause, I don’t know when that will be.
Due to scheduling issues and issues with what it takes to actually self-publish a novel the date has been pushed off.
I’m now shooting for a winter release date.
Also, this book will be released as an eBook first, not sure how much longer after the eBook release it will be available as a trade sized paperback.
The book is in editing, and it is getting done. It’s just taking a little longer than expected.
Jody Wallace, smart, snarky, seductive, has a new book release:
Prodigal: Book 3 of the Maelstrom Trilogy
Check out this hunky cover!
We get a little preview here, and next week on Sept 13, Jody will be my guest blogger.
You can check out Jody on her website at http://jodywallace.com/
… And a sneak peek into the book:
She was curious and worried about the UO, but she was more curious about the stranger. Where had he come from? Why was he naked? He didn’t seem shy about his body—and who would be, with a body like his? But he had to be miserable. “You realize it’s below freezing out here, right?” She shrugged out of her coat and thrust it at him. Winter air cut through her protective tactanium vest and fatigues, but she wasn’t the one who was naked and trembling. “Put this on.”
Voice still rough and dry, he answered. “Thank you.”
This close, she could assess him more carefully without getting disrespectful. He was definitely in good shape. His body looked like a fitness photo shoot waiting to happen, minus the oil, but this wasn’t the time and place to ogle. They both held onto the coat a minute—she was a little worried the weight of the parka would pitch him over on his face. “What’s your name?”
At last he raised his head to look at her.
Sea-green eyes in a perfectly chiseled face pierced her like the laser beam had pierced the silver UO. Through and through. She felt that gaze in her brain, her gut, and her knees. It zinged with energy. Heat flushed her skin but then dribbled away as recognition struck her.
She knew that face.
Everybody on the planet knew that face.
“I don’t know how I got here,” he said. “I don’t know what my name is.”
Claire swallowed the hard knot of anger that had risen at the very sight of him.
“I know what it is.” She released the coat and took a hasty step away from this man, this man who everyone knew was dead. “Your name is Adam Alsing, and you’re a fucking idiot.”
I would really like to know why you are in my book. Seriously, why?
I mean right now you are just some ego laden asshole from South Africa. What is the point of you being from South Africa? None that I can tell. You could be from Romania or Russia, or Japan, or even Nebraska.
You went from being the baddy to just some rather unfortunate misguided jerk on a power trip. You used to leer in my ear, and be oily, slime with legs. But all of that has shifted to some other guy, and you are in-fact being used.
You do get a great line though, its a pretty good line:
You really have no idea just how big my continent is, do you?
So, VH, from South Africa, please come back, whisper in my ear.
AND TELL ME WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH YOU???
My stuff is still out with Betas, or (in the case of one of them the editor squeek)
So no “reviews” yet.
But I am getting some epic complements:
“There is no sleep there is only Ares Martin”
said when I found out she had been up until 2 am reading! (Ares is the hero of that book.)
And then she told me she liked it so much she started reading it a second time!
Regarding an ending that needed revising: “Lu Lu Lu you nailed that ending. Absolutely f*cking nailed it.”
“So whens the next one?”
Im gonna keep on doing this!