Hi everyone –
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!!! We had way too much turkey and pie, but it was wonderful to have both my kids back home… I’m still not used to Reno being gone at college!
Since then, I’ve been chaining myself to the keyboard to finish You Slay Me. If you follow me on twitter and/or facebook, you’ve probably heard me talk about this book, but it’s been a blast to write so far. I’m in the home stretch now to get it turned in before my Night Demon edits hit. Shew!
And I have news!
Night Thief is up for Book of the Month at GraveTells reviews!!! Kane would love some votes!
http://gravetells.com/2012/11/27/november-2012-readers-choice-awards-vote-here/ The voting is open until Friday, so I’ll keep you posted with the results…
Looking ahead, next week I’ll be posting “The Next Big Thing” with insider information on my upcoming release, Night Demon!
I’m also going to be participating in two December blog hops with lots of fun prizes, so stay tuned!
So, are you interested in a sneak peek into You Slay Me? Want to meet Gabe? He’s a private eye/demon slayer. If you love Buffy & Supernatural like I do, I think you’re going to have a blast with this book…
Here’s a little snippet…
Suddenly the large door burst open. Tegan shot up from her seat, her feet instinctively hitting a fighting stance. A tall man with broad shoulders, brown hair, and dark glasses blew through the narthex toward the chapel area. His features were striking even though she couldn’t see his eyes. The strong angle of his jaw and the way his hair brushed the collar of his black coat without looking disheveled made her pulse jump a little.
For some reason she had pictured him being older.
“Martie is my five o’clock here yet?” His voice was deep and a little hoarse. Rough.
The stapling came to an abrupt halt, and Martie pointed a red, perfectly-manicured finger. “That’s her.”
He spun around and tipped his head, peering at Tegan from over his sunglasses. “You’re Megan?”
His light green eyes almost made her forget her own name. “It’s Tegan. Like Megan with a T. Tegan Ashton.”
He held out a large hand. She stared at it for a second; reminding herself this was a business meeting, nothing more. Other than her karate classes, she hadn’t touched a man, not since the attack.
I won’t be a victim. I’m not a victim.
She forced herself to place her hand inside of his, and he squeezed giving her a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you. I’m Gabe.” She tried not to notice the way his fingers brushed her wrist, sliding across her palm as he released her. Pressing her lips together, she reminded herself to breathe. She’d forgotten how good a simple touch could feel. “Come on back.”
Thanks for stopping by the blog! And thanks for your support!!! (And votes! LOL)