Book Two – an Update, a Title, and a Teaser
November has come and gone. Can you believe it? Neither can I, and as we get closer to the end of 2014, I have to come clean about something.
Book two isn’t ready for release.
I announced way back at the beginning of the year that November would bring the release of the second book in The Book of Eve Series. Since then, I’ve written about challenges, successes, and even turning different locations into actual settings. I’ve evaluated areas I need to work on (hello outlining and description!), and did my best to improve my process.
None of it changed the fact that book two just isn’t ready.
While disappointed that I wasn’t able to make my deadline, I have to come to terms with the fact that it just didn’t come together in the way that I wanted it to, with the time that I had. I have to accept the fact that it’s much better to release something I’m proud of and want to share.
With all that being said, I would like to re-announce the release date and (something new) it’s title! Be sure to check the blog often in early 2015 for some teasers, and other book release related goodies.
No Escape is due out on May 1, 2015.
Until then, I would like to thank you for your patience and understanding. Here’s a brief snippet of something I can share from the beginning of No Escape. Enjoy!
Jordan stood beneath a spotlight. Beyond the pool of light was darkness so thick it seemed solid.
“Who’s there?” she called out. The scent of lavender tickled her nose, and her heart leapt into her throat. “I thought you left.”
“I did,” Levi responded.
She couldn’t see him, but she didn’t need to.
His voice was as familiar as her own. Hearing it for the first time in a month made her keenly aware that she had a problem.
She missed him.
“I’m glad you’re back,” she said. What are you doing? she asked herself. You hate him remember?
Despite her thoughts, when his hands came to rest on her shoulders, it took a considerable amount of concentration not to melt into a puddle at his feet.
“Don’t let me distract you,” he told her.
The words brought her back to her senses. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she told him. “If you think for a second. . .” she trailed off, marveling at what had appeared between her hands.
The hilt of the sword felt oddly comfortable against her palms. Its perfectly balanced weight felt like she was holding air.
Until the blade started to hum.
The muscles in her arms stiffened. Each vibration sent shockwaves of power rushing through her veins.
I don’t want this, she thought, horrified. This is Dinah’s sword. . .
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