Green-Eyed Envy Cover At Last!…

I am thrilled to share the finalized cover for Green-Eyed Envy and couldn’t be more pleased.  Both Judy York and the Ace Art Department have done a fabulous job once more.  They have done a fabulous job of blending artistic license with my vision of Riss and brought her to kick-ass life.  I am truly blessed by the cover art gods.  =)

Snippet from Post-Apoc/Dystopian YA, Ageless…

Just because I feel like sharing, here’s the current opening to the post-apocalyptic/dystopian YA I’m working on at the moment.  I’m thinking of it as A Brother’s Price Meets Uglies Meets Hunger Games.  So far, I’m loving the world-building I’ve done and am excited about this project.

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My mothers claim there once was a time when the clans dwelled in smoke-choked Cities and paid tribute to the Ageless, much as the sheep still do today.  I try to imagine a world where Kindred children dodged belching cars and toxic air rather than riding free under the open sky; try and fail.  Such a thing seems inconceivable to me.  Like me turning my mothers in to the Marshalls, something I would never do since each and every female of my clan would be put to death.  My mothers, aunts, sisters, and even my daughters.  Especially my daughters.

That has me scowling fiercely, earning a worried look from the gun-toting sister serving as today’s escort.  “You hear something, Cain?”  My sisters have learned to trust my enhanced senses.  They’ve saved us from ambush while on these foraging trips more than once.

I shake my head.  “No, no.  Just thinking.”

Abigail relaxes her trigger finger and a mischievous grin spreads across her freckled face.  “You know what Grandmam warned you ’bout that.”

Her amusement only grows when I strike a regal pose and do my best Grandmam.  “Think too much, Samuel Cain, and you’ll wind up just like your Daddy.  Enslaved to an Ageless witch and stolen from the only ones what love and treasure you.”

She turns an unusually solemn expression my way.  “You know what day it is, then.”

My steps falter.  “Course I do.  Exactly one month until my 18th birthday.”

Her elbow prods my arm gently.  “C’mon now, you know that’s not what I meant.”

Course I do, despite all their attempts to distract me.  Today marks an anniversary, all right, but not that of my birth.  Today makes it an entire decade since my birth mother escaped her Kindred guards, dragging off my poor father in the process and leaving behind a four-line letter promising retribution unless the clan gave me up to the nearest Marshall.  Something they didn’t do, something I would never let them do, and the reason our clan moved even more frequently than the other bands of Kindred spread out across these wide United States.  Well, no longer quite so united as the Ageless witches would have us believe.

Abigail, older than me by 10 whole months, levels her no-nonsense gaze my way, which lets me know she’s not going to let this subject drop.  She and I have always been close, as much due to similar personalities as our nearness in age, and really, I owe her honesty.  She’s the only one of my womenfolk to look at me and really see me.  Not just the Redeemer cherished for the life-saving traits he can pass on to his children and, by extension, the Kindred as a whole.  Me, Samuel Cain Addison, the little brother who shares all his secets with her and guards her secrets as fiercely as his own.

“You reckon we’re safe now?”

“Since she ain’t found you in ten years?”  I nod and can’t help but hold my breath.  She ponders my words for a moment, wrinkles furrowing her brow as her expression goes all serious.  “Well, I’d like to tell you yeah, course we’re safe now.  Any normal person woulda given up on tracking down a Kindred clan what doesn’t want to be found.  But…”

My chest starts aching but I keep holding my breath.

“Your mama’s no normal person, Cain.  She’s Ageless and she’s got all the time in the world.  And, since she had your Daddy and her body as proof of your existence, she’s got the Marshalls and the Courts on her side.  If she ever does find you…”

I tighten my grip on the leather bag banging against my hip from the force of my steps, increasing the pressure of my fingers until they start to hurt.  Even then, I don’t relent.  The physical hurt soothes the emotional pain from mentally filling in the rest of my sister’s words.  If she ever does find you, we’re all dead, all except you and the boys. Because in today’s “United States,” boys are too precious a commodity to waste, even those who only have one Ageless parent.

My mothers claim there once was a time when the clans dwelled in smoke-choked Cities and paid tribute to the Ageless, much as the sheep still do today.  I try to imagine a world where Kindred children dodged belching cars and toxic air rather than riding free under the open sky; try and fail.  Such a thing seems inconceivable to me.  Like me turning my mothers in to the Marshalls, something I would never do since each and every female of my clan would be put to death.  My mothers, aunts, sisters, and even my daughters.  Especially my daughters.
That has me scowling fiercely, earning a worried look from the gun-toting sister serving as today’s escort.  “You hear something, Cain?”  My sisters have learned to trust my enhanced senses.  They’ve saved us from ambush while on these foraging trips more than once.
I shake my head.  “No, no.  Just thinking.”
Abigail relaxes her trigger finger and a mischievous grin spreads across her freckled face.  “You know what Grandmam warned you ’bout that.”
Her amusement only grows when I strike a regal pose and do my best Grandmam.  “Think too much, Samuel Cain, and you’ll wind up just like your Daddy.  Enslaved to an Ageless witch and stolen from the only ones what love and treasure you.”
She turns an unusually solemn expression my way.  “You know what day it is, then.”
My steps falter.  “Course I do.  Exactly one month until my 18th birthday.”
Her elbow prods my arm gently.  “C’mon now, you know that’s not what I meant.”
Course I do, despite all their attempts to distract me.  Today marks an anniversary, all right, but not that of my birth.  Today makes it an entire decade since my birth mother escaped her Kindred guards, dragging off my poor father in the process and leaving behind a four-line letter promising retribution unless the clan gave me up to the nearest Marshall.  Something they didn’t do, something I would never let them do, and the reason our clan moved even more frequently than the other bands of Kindred spread out across these wide United States.  Well, no longer quite so united as the Ageless witches would have us believe.
Abigail, older than me by 10 whole months, levels her no-nonsense gaze my way, which lets me know she’s not going to let this subject drop.  She and I have always been close, as much due to similar personalities as our nearness in age, and really, I owe her honesty.  She’s the only one of my womenfolk to look at me and really see me.  Not just the Redeemer cherished for the life-saving traits he can pass on to his children and, by extension, the Kindred as a whole.  Me, Samuel Cain Addison, the little brother who shares all his secets with her and guards her secrets as fiercely as his own.
“You reckon we’re safe now?”
“Since she ain’t found you in ten years?”  I nod and can’t help but hold my breath.  She ponders my words for a moment, wrinkles furrowing her brow as her expression goes all serious.  “Well, I’d like to tell you yeah, course we’re safe now.  Any normal person woulda given up on tracking down a Kindred clan what doesn’t want to be found.  But…”
My chest starts aching but I keep holding my breath.
“Your mama’s no normal person, Cain.  She’s Ageless and she’s got all the time in the world.  And, since she had your Daddy and her body as proof of your existence, she’s got the Marshalls and the Courts on her side.  If she ever does find you…”
I tighten my grip on the leather bag banging against my hip from the force of my steps, increasing the pressure of my fingers until they start to hurt.  Even then, I don’t relent.  The physical hurt soothes the emotional pain from mentally filling in the rest of my sister’s words.  If she ever does find you, we’re all dead, all except you and the boys.  Because in today’s “United States,” boys are too precious a commodity to waste, even those who only have one Ageless parent.

Green-Eyed Envy Available for Pre-Order and E-books to Come!

I’m excited to announce that Green-Eyed Envy is now available for pre-order from Amazon.com.  The publication date is June 28, 2011 and I should be getting the cover any day now.  I’ve turned the book in to my editor and am just waiting for her revision notes so I can go through the first round of edits.  This is all just about as exciting for book 2 as it was for book 1, and I hope I never get to that “jaded” point with this process.  While I worked my booty off to get to this point, I know just how blessed and lucky I am to be publishing such a great series with an awesome publisher.  The folks at Ace/Roc have just been fantastic to work with and, of course, I couldn’t be happier with my “rockstar” agent, Ginger Clark.

Now if only I can get back into that habit of regular updates again!  Life is busy, but I promise to try harder to do better.  =)

Additionally, while I don’t have any official dates to share yet, I can confirm that both Red Hot Fury and Green-Eyed Envy will be available as e-books.  More details to follow as I get them.  Thanks to all my lovely readers and future readers for the support and comments.

Red Hot Fury Gets Starred Review in Publishers Weekly!

Exciting news:  Red Hot Fury received a starred review in Publishers Weekly.  Totally unexpected but I am absolutely thrilled!

“Urban fantasy readers looking for something new will thrill to this exhilarating debut, populated with creatures from Greek myth. To end a war between mortals and supernatural arcanes, the Furies stepped in to be peacemakers. Now Fury Marissa “Riss” Holloway helps mortal police in Boston solve magical crimes. When a corpse that looks like another Fury washes up from the harbor, Riss quickly realizes it’s a fake and connects it to a recent series of disappearances, but both the police and the Sisterhood of Furies stonewall her investigation. Riss has only one place to turn: her ex, Scott Murphy, a shape-shifting Warhound. As they start to uncover the truth, Scott and Riss also uncover their still-strong feelings for one another. Riss is the perfect urban fantasy heroine–fresh, sassy, smart, and determined–and a cavalcade of fully developed side characters keep this twisty tale moving quickly.”  (Publishers Weekly)

Temporary Tattoos (Not Final)

So, this is a (nonfinal) proof of the temporary tattoos I’m having designed to give away at the Romantic Times Convention next month (and leading up to release date).  I am so in love with the design my awesome friend J from AW (and I have TOTALLY got to get the website she wants  me to link to for credit purposes) has done for me.  So here, look, and lust!!!

Teaser Tuesday: Snippet from Green Eyed Envy, Fury Book 2…

Here’s a teaser from Red Hot Fury’s sequel, Green Eyed Envy, which I’m currently working on:

Barely an hour later I had ditched the hot pink negligee (and horniness) for my red leather Fury uniform.   Scott and I waited for Harper outside the branch of the city morgue that housed arcane corpses.  Her job for the FBI made her no stranger to after-hour telephone calls summoning her to check out a body, but this was the first time her duty was to ID the corpse rather than investigate its murder.

Of course, she didn’t know that yet.  Neither Scott nor I had the heart to break the news over the phone, especially since she lived by herself.  Way more tactful to just tell her I needed an assist on a case and give her the morbid news in person.  On the selfish side, I was glad that it would be her to ID the victim, rather than his immediate family members.  At least we could spare them that.

I don’t know who was more surprised—Scott or me—when Harper showed up so very not by herself.  And, by the possessive way the black-haired, golden-eyed, dark-skinned Adonis held her hand, we could have broken the news to her over the phone with no regret.  No way she’d been alone at her place when she got my call.  And by the designer clothes Adonis wore like a second skin, I was willing to bet she hadn’t been at her place at all.  Wait…dark skin and yellow eyes.  Holy shit.  Harp’s bagged herself another Hound!

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Red Hot Fury News: Full-Page Ad in Berkley July Catalog

Hopefully others will find this at least half as exciting as I do.  The awesome folks at Penguin/Berkley have included a full-age ad for Red Hot Fury in their July catalog primarily aimed toward booksellers.  I think they did a fantastic job with it and I’m just so grateful and thrilled!  You can take a look at the ad via my page dedicated to booksellers and librarians.

My Red Hot Cover, Let Me Show You It!!!

I am pleased as punch (spiked if you prefer it that way) to be able to share my amazingly gorgeous cover with you.  The Ace art department has done a FABULOUS job of bringing Riss, my very own Red Hot Fury, to life and I absolutely love this cover.  Props also go to my stupendous editor, Jessica Wade, who has also done a fantastic job bringing this cover to fruition.

So, without further ado, here it is!

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Eeeee!  Only 5 more months until I am an official published author!!!!!!!!!!