Hey all. Long time, no post. So, the big news is (if you’re not following my Facebook page) that I finished the first draft of Blood and Sand on Friday! Whoohoo! Does that mean it’s going to be ready next week? Um, no. Still has to go through revisions and editing, but I’m guessing revisions are going to be pretty light. I’m very pleased with this book, which really FEELS like the first true novel in the Elemental World series. Building From Ashes was kind of a bridge book that introduced the series (if that makes sense) but you’ll see a new feel and a new subplot in Baojia and Natalie’s book that (I think) you’ll be very excited about.
For those of you who bought Shifting Dreams, you’ve probably already read the first chapter of Blood and Sand, but I’m going to go ahead and post it here on the website for all of you non-shapeshifter fans. Also, I’m posting a little teaser below the break. Hope you enjoy! And I’ll keep you updated on what’s happening, publication-wise.
From BLOOD AND SAND…
Baojia was practicing his forms to the melodious background noise of Natalie banging on the door to the guest suite, calling him every vile name she could think of. As suspected, she had a rather vivid imagination.
Cross. Thrust. Center. Draw back. Center. Sweep.
He took a deep, meditative breath, trying to still his mind from the flurries of information all begging for attention.
Rory had called at dusk.
Then Ivan’s people.
Luis had called from the house phone to tell him that Natalie had spent all day inspecting windows and air conditioning vents for means of escape before she had taken to simply banging on the door incessantly until she was let out so she could go home. His assistant had also been subjected to a rather thorough interrogation about the vampire world.
“I thought she was going to waterboard me!”
He was insane. There was no way any of this was going to end well.
Cross. Draw. Center. Sweep.
Humans were dying in the desert and he had no idea who was behind it. His sire was still angry with him and wanted him cooped up in San Diego. A human reporter had discovered, not only that vampires existed, but that San Diego’s premier club was owned by them. The same reporter was locked in his guest suite, and the electronic lock system keeping her there was due to release in—he glanced at the clock—five, four, three, two…
He heard the click followed by the tumble, followed by the rush of feet that ran down the stairs to—
“Who the hell do you think you are?”