Presenting…Drowned History!

I was getting a little panicked because I wasn’t exactly done with the first book in the vampire series, which I was hoping to release in March. But never fear! I will have a book out in March and it’s one that’s very close to my heart.

Drowned History is the story of four people who get drawn into a search for a mysterious artifact buried in India in the fall of 1940. They quickly discover that some things are not what they appear, and the past comes back to haunt two of them. A lost love binds them together, but their trip into the far past may well tear them apart.

The release date for Drowned History is March 13, and I’ll open pre-orders at the end of February. There will be both print and e-book copies and I plan to have them available at every retailer. I’m so excited!

 

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Only a Rogue Knows -Excerpt 

The thick curtains that covered the window in Cordelia Whittemore’s bedroom made it almost
impossible for any light to get through, and that suited her just fine. She didn’t want anyone to see her crying, especially a passing servant. She looked up, clutching her handkerchief, and the image of what she’d just seen came back into her head and started a fresh wave of tears.  

She’d trusted him, and he’d gone and done something like this. They’d hardly been married a month and now she had no idea what was she supposed to do with the rest of her life. Cordelia put her face in her hands. It felt as if she’d never stop crying. 

“Cordelia!” Her door burst open and Arthur came hurrying through, tucking his neatly pressed white shirt into his pants. “I’m so sorry, my dear, I didn’t intend for you to see that.” She looked away from him, hiding most of her face in shadow. She didn’t want him to see how upset she was, but the tears in her voice couldn’t be hidden. 

“How long has this been going on?

“Since long before we were married. I didn’t want you to find out this way.” Arthur took a step toward her and she stood up and moved further away. “I’m truly sorry.” Of this Cordelia had no doubt but she didn’t know how to forgive him for infidelity, much less infidelity of this sort.  

“I’m sure you are,” she said, recovering enough to put a note of ice in her voice. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Don’t tell anyone,” he said, his voice almost pleading. “Please. It would kill my father.”

“You know I could divorce you for this,” Cordelia said, turning her back on him. “And the Court would allow it, as would the Church. It’s a mortal sin, Arthur.”

“I know, and I’m begging you not to. I never wanted to get married in the first place,” he said. “Father said that if I didn’t marry and give him an heir he would disown me. Once he dies, I’ll be Lord Whittemore and we won’t have to worry about him. You can divorce me then if you want.”

“And if he doesn’t die soon? What then?” Cordelia shook her head. “I can’t believe you would ask something like this of me.”

“I know,” Arthur said. “It’s not fair to you. There’s nothing else for it, though. If you want to ruin me, then by all means petition for a divorce. You’re right, no one would deny it to you and if that’s what you wish to do I won’t deny you.” He came around to where she was facing the wall, forcing Cordelia to look at him. She turned her face toward him, her jaw set in a way that she knew her own father would be proud of. 

“All right,” she said finally. “I’ll keep your secret, but at least keep your affairs out of the house. Find somewhere else to do it or I really will tell your father about it.”

“Yes, of course. Whatever you want.” Arthur leaned forward to kiss her on the cheek and she shrank away from him. She couldn’t bring herself to let him kiss her after seeing him with another man. Cheating aside, she’d brought up to believe that it was unnatural and she didn’t know how she’d be able to look at him after this. He didn’t try to kiss her again and she looked away, unable to believe she was agreeing to this. “Thank you, my darling. You won’t regret this. I’ll make sure you have everything you could ever desire.”

“Mm.” Cordelia kept her face turned away from his and he finally stepped away from her. 

“Well, I suppose I should go visit my father. He’ll be expecting me later but there’s nothing wrong with showing up earlier.”

Of course not, thought Cordelia. Unless you come home early and find your husband with another man.

“Be careful,” Cordelia said, trying not to sound irritable. Arthur paused for a moment, then
walked out of the room quickly, as if he was running away from her.  

Once he was gone and the door was closed, Cordelia went behind him and locked it. Then she went back to her place by the window where there was a handsome wooden rocker. She sat down and began to rock back and forth slowly. Her anger was dissipating, being replaced by a deep sadness. 

She’d brought the chair with her at her mother’s urging, and had been dreaming since she was a girl of sitting in the rocker and rocking her baby to sleep. Now that dream looked to have been shattered. If he wasn’t interested in her, then she didn’t know how they were going to have a baby. The only time they’d come close to making love was on their wedding night and it had taken quite a lot of effort. She’d attributed it to his being nervous and having had a lot to drink but now she knew better.  

Cordelia started to rock faster, focusing on the sliver of light that was coming through the crack in the curtains and not the image of her husband with another man on his knees in front of him. She didn’t know if she’d ever be able to get it out of her head. More tears threatened to fall and she tried to will them away. She’d have to deal with the staff before too long and she didn’t want it to look like she’d been crying. They were all so kind, they’d want to know what was going on and she didn’t want to have to lie to them.  

 It suddenly occurred to her that they may have known about this all along. Feeling betrayed by both her staff and her husband, Cordelia sighed heavily and leaned her head back against the chair. She was really stuck now. The longer she stayed in her marriage, the less likely it would be for her to be able to get a divorce. All she could do was hope for her father-in-law to die soon so she could get out of her marriage, and that made her feel even worse.  

I’m well and truly trapped now, she thought. I wish Father had never made this arrangement.

 Every Rogue’s Heart is available at Amazon for $2.99 from now until December! Buy it here or get it free with Kindle Unlimited.

All Sorts of News

Guess who’s back with a brand new logo, a new release, and a new WIP?

You guessed it, it’s me! I haven’t been very active online for a while for various reasons, but I’m back now and have plenty of news to share.

 First off, you may have noticed that my site has a new look. I got a beautiful logo from Chelsea Barnes and I think it gives my site a personal look and tells new readers exactly what I’m about. I absolutely love it!

Next, I have a new series in the works! It’s going to be a paranormal romance series with an association of vampires called the Night Lodge. The first three books are going to be a trilogy, and I plan to do a couple of standalones after that. I’ve been working on some teaser images for Facebook and Twitter, so follow me there and you’ll get a taste of the series as I work on it.

Last but not least, I had the good fortune to be included in a Victorian box set with a Rogue theme with the same amazing ladies who were in the Treasured Love box set, and it’s been doing really well! It’s currently on Amazon for $2.99 or free on KU, and there are six all-new stories to enjoy. Mine is a full length novel called Only a Rogue Knows, which will be released on its own in January. Get your copy now!

That’s all for now. If you’re interested in a sample chapter, I’ll be posting that next week so stay tuned!

The Struggle

I’ve been pretty silent recently, due mostly to the fact that I’ve been a little depressed. As I said before, Booktrope’s closing has been really rough on me. Without resources to self-publish The Detective’s Brother, it leaves me with no books available to promote or sell and no means to go forward self-publishing on my own with any degree of professionalism. As much as I would like to put out my own work, the fact remains that I just can’t afford it.

Our family’s circumstances have changed dramatically in the months since Booktrope closed, and part of the reason I went with Booktrope in the first place was because I didn’t have the money or resources to self-publish on my own. Now that we’re in an even worse place financially (temporarily, I hope!), I’m stuck with a lot of work that may or may not ever see the light of day.

I do have a couple of publishers I would like to submit work to, but to submit Detective’s Brother to them I need to have it free and clear from my Booktrope obligations and right now I don’t have the money to do that. I’m looking to submit Turn the Page to a small publisher as well but I need to finish editing it first. I’ve got so much to do and zero motivation to do it.

It doesn’t help that I see friends who have been able to turn their Booktrope titles around and self-publish them having success because I know that if I had the money to do what they have, I might be in a different place. Instead I’m back to where I started before I was ever picked up by the now-defunct Sinnful E-Books.

I envy people who say they’ve never considered giving up on writing. I’m not saying I’m giving up, but this is the sort of thing that makes me want to curl up in a corner and never touch a computer again.

I’m tired. Just tired.

A Preview of Turn the Page

As promised, here’s a little bit from the contemporary I’ve been working on, Turn the Page. It’s very early in the process and I can’t guarantee it’ll even be in the finished book but I wanted to share it with you. Enjoy!

“Sorry I took so long to call you. I should have done it yesterday. I like hanging out with you,” Marc said. “Even if it’s squeezing in a snack on my way to a reading.” Then, before she could come up with something clever to say, he leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. Chelsea stopped in her tracks and he looked at her curiously. “Should I not have done that?”

“No,” she said quickly. “You definitely should have done that.”

“I’m glad.” He grinned at her. “Mind if I do it again?”

“You can do it all you want.” It didn’t seem possible but Marc’s grin got even wider and he put the hand not holding the last of his ice cream on her waist to draw her closer. The warmth of his body pulled her like a magnet and she resisted the urge to press every inch of herself against him. It had been a long time since she let anyone kiss her and she had missed it. His mouth that was still slightly cold from the ice cream warmed as his kiss became deeper and Chelsea’s lips parted to let his tongue brush past. She tasted blueberries as their breath mingled and her heart beat faster. When they parted, his face was completely serious for the first time since she’d watched Crosswind and she hoped she hadn’t done anything wrong.

“I hope you don’t think I’m bailing on you after that,” he said with another glance at his watch, “but I have to get going.”

“Sorry if I made you late,” Chelsea said, tugging at her shirt uncertainly. It was something else she hadn’t done in a long time and she willed herself to stop it. Marc smiled at her, this time more gently than he had before.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It was worth it.” He brushed back the side of her hair. “Are you going to ask me out now?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Chelsea said with a smirk. “See you tomorrow.” She walked to the end of the block, then turned around to make sure he wasn’t following.

Now For the REAL Fun!

CNW_Winner_1500-1Sunday night a wonderful thing happened. I finished the first draft of Turn the Page, the contemporary romance story that started out as a novella and turned into a full-length novel. If it hadn’t been for Camp NaNoWriMo I don’t think I could have gotten it done this quickly, and time was of the essence since I really need to be getting back to the pirate novella that was supposed to be finished by now.

The next step is to give it a quick once-over, attach a bunch of tape flags to the pages, and chase my husband around the house trying to get him to read it before sending it to beta readers, then off to my editor at Booktrope!

I’m really excited to get this next book out there, so hopefully it’ll be out later this year! I might have an excerpt for you on Friday if I can get my stuff in order before then. It’s the first contemporary I’ve written and I can’t wait to share it with you all!

Pack Up The Tent

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As of about ten minutes ago, I am officially a Camp NaNoWriMo 2016  winner! My validated total is 43, 683 and a big part of me feels like I should have set it for the full 50,000 words but when I started this month I planned to have it help me finish a novella. Now it’s helped me almost finish a novel.

I donated $25 this session after donating $10 in November, so I get a couple of swanky stickers to add to my November sticker on my computer. It’s funny, I was so against putting stickers on my computer before, now I’m plastering them all over. Only the writing related ones, though.

I still have a little ways to go on this one but I can definitely see it hitting the full 50K by the time the sun sets on April. There are three big plot points that need to be wrapped up and it’ll be at least two or three more chapters. My characters, Chelsea and Marc, have been through a rough time and things are finally looking up for them. For now.

This is definitely going to be my next book for Booktrope and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Now what the heck am I going to write in November?