So I’m working on getting back into action with regular social media posts (mostly Twitter, but some in Facebook and working on posting here more) and regular writing. I just finished an SF/dystopian science fiction proposal for my fabulous agent, Ginger Clark, for a book that’s a reverse Blade Runner (with the androids in control) meets Hunger Games. In between continuing with the rest of that book, I’m finally picking back up on White-Knuckled Fear, the tentative title for Shades of Fury 4. This is a labor of love that I am completing for my amazing readers and myself, and I’m determined to put this out even though there’s been a big gap between Book 3 and 4. Hoping to put this out either later this year or early next year.
Here’s a quick preview from the first page. I’ll share snippets here and there as I work, mostly to keep myself accountable so that I keep plugging ahead!
Plenty of lovers fought like hell to make long-distance relationships work. However, I was willing to bet that none of them had to contend with inter-dimensional commutes or lovers cursed with three-quarters of a Death God’s soul. Add in my full-time job as Boston’s Chief Magical Investigator and my part-time gig as Nemesis to the Immortal Triad, and it was no wonder Scott and I found little time to make the magic happen. Although at this point, I would settle for making the mediocre happen.
Still, considering how close both of us had come to becoming permanent underworld residents ourselves, it could have been a whole lot worse.
“Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?”
The exasperated voice of my best friend and police partner Trinity Larue put an end to my self-pity party. Also the possessor of the final one-quarter of that Death God’s soul, she was dealing with the stresses of inter-dimensional commutes and juggling multiple responsibilities herself. Not to mention trying to make a months-old relationship with my Giant friend Charlie work. At least Scott and I had the history of years behind us. Even if for most of those, we had been in an off-again phase of our relationship. Oh, the Days of Our Arcane (and Partially Immortal) Lives.