I’m still wrapping my head around knowing that in a little over a week, my first book won’t be out in the world anymore. At least until I figure out what to do with it and its two follow-up stories. I’m still thinking about that, and when I have made a decision and a plan, I’ll be sure to let you know.
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In the meantime, I’m still working on my shifters, both rewriting the first book (again; I’ve almost reached the point where I hate the characters and the story, so I must be getting close to where it should be, at last!), and scribbling every day on the fourth book (for a character I had not intended to write a book for, but he kept coming back to me, all broody and hot).
We’ve been having really ridiculously unseasonable weather here in PA this winter, but I’m still holding out hope that we might get a good snowstorm before this is all over. It’s only February, and we’ve had snow much later than this in our neck of the woods. I’m going to cross my fingers we get it.
And, while I go back to working on tiger shifter #4 and his winter story, I’ve go a little snippet from Hunting Medusa to share with you. If you’ve wanted to get a copy, you only have about a week to do that before Samhain closes its doors forever.
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She glanced at him. “I’m fine. You should get some sleep while you can.” He sighed, but didn’t reply. She knew he didn’t sleep, though. Not for a long, long time. She stared out into the dark, trying not to think of the things he’d said to her. The accusation he’d made about her family earlier. That one hurt. The other declaration scared the hell out of her. It also made her heart beat faster with pleasure. That was not a good thing. She couldn’t have a man in love with her who intended to kill her. Then again, that same man had also promised he’d die to protect her. He’d already lied to his family to keep her safe. Kallan Tassos was a lot more complicated than she would have guessed. Hours later, her brain had simply given up on trying to figure out the tangled mess of her life when she felt his hand on her shoulder. “My turn.” She didn’t argue this time, getting slowly to her feet and stretching. He kissed the top of her head.
“Get some sleep, meli. I’ll keep watch.” His hand slid down her back, and he nudged her toward the sleeping bag. Andi kicked off her boots and rolled into the blankets, which were still warm from his body. She inhaled deeply, his scent making her smile a little. He smelled good. She fell asleep thinking that. When she woke, there was faint light outlining the cave opening where Kallan stood, every muscle tense. “Is he coming?” She threw back the blankets and grabbed her boots.
“He’s somewhere on the mountain. And he’s got company.” He glanced over his shoulder at her, but it was still too dark to see his expression. Her heart pounded crazily in her chest, making it hard to breathe evenly. She fumbled with the laces on her boots for a few seconds, then got to her feet. “How long?” “If they follow our trail from yesterday, five hours or so. If they follow Stavros’s eye for magic, much less.” He moved away from the entrance. “Either way, we need to be gone long before he finds this place.” She nodded, folding blankets with trembling hands. “Andrea.” He caught her wrists as she wrestled the sleeping bag into submission. She looked up and found his eyes dark with concern, but his jaw hard with determination. “We’ll be fine.” She swallowed and nodded. “Okay.” She had to trust him on this—that he would get her to safety and not hand her over to his cousin who wouldn’t care if they got the amulet or not before he wiped her off the face of the earth. After all, he hadn’t killed her over the past few days when it would have been extremely easy.
She paused in her folding at that thought. The Harvester hadn’t killed her.
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Hope you all have a great week!