It's been a while since I've written a blog post and like everything else, this summer has gotten away from me in more ways than one. And now that fall is upon us, I need to get back into the swing of things.
I've had a foot ailment since April and between that an the increasing "hot flashes" I seem to be inflicted with, I haven't gotten a tremendous amount of writing done. Not nearly enough if you ask me, but I did have some really fun family time. So the trade off was good for the soul. Especially since I said I wanted to find balance.
Balance is a good thing. I did a lot of reading and some editing over the summer, which was a nice change of pace. However, this has led to a delay in my release schedule.
I had hoped to have Highway to Hell out this month and Trinity Rising out next month, but it looks like that schedule will be pushed out a bit and I figured the folks waiting for these titles might like to know there's been a delay.
Both books will be out in the November time frame, so until then, I'll give you a glimpse of what's in store:
Excerpt from Highway to Hell:
“They aren’t normal,” my mother whispered in my ear and my
eyebrow rose in her direction.
“We are death’s brothers,” Danny said.
It was my turn to blink. “My father had brothers?”
“No,” my mother said and her eyes narrowed.
“The original death,” Ben clarified, staring her down.
If a thousand spiders ran across my flesh it would have come
close to the sensation gripping me and I shivered.
“Where were you when all hell broke loose last spring?” I
asked.
“We were here, exactly where our sister told us to be.”
“Who the hell is your sister?”
“Fate. Fate is our sister,” Danny interjected with a soft,
calm voice. He gave Ben a sharp glare and then returned his gaze to mine. “And
we don’t ever question where she sends us because it usually means saving someone
important from a pending disaster.”
My brain had a tough time wrapping around this new information
and I stared, dumbfounded. They looked so young compared to Fate. The shift in
the air pulled my attention away and there she was in all her twisted glory.
Fate.
She strode down the street dressed in red silk that flowed
like blood, strutting like she owned the place and I clamped my mouth closed on
the sarcasm that wanted to leap out. The last time I was face-to-face with her,
she gave me an ultimatum. I imagined today wouldn’t be any different and the
narrowing of her eyes and tightening of her lips told me I was not on her happy
list.
Pissing Fate off was never a good thing.
“Don’t worry, she always looks pissed,” Danny whispered
before he turned toward her with a bright smile plastered on his face.
“I see you’ve met wonder boy,” Fate said, addressing Ben and
Danny and waving in my direction.
When she turned toward me, I resisted the urge to take a
step backwards. Hell, I had to plant my feet to keep from sprinting toward the
house away from this mini-family reunion because I knew what was coming before
she even said the words.
“You.” She pointed her finely-manicured finger in my
direction. “You’ve had enough time to play around. You need to get your father
before another uprising occurs.”
* * * *
Excerpt from Trinity Rising:
Sunshine.
I rolled onto the floor with my heart in my throat and panic
gripping my muscles. It wasn’t until I was on my hands and knees on the floor
that I realized I had done it again. Naomi’s chuckle from the bed immediately
set the irritation switch in my head and I glared over the edge of the mattress
at her amused smile.
“That’s never going to get old,” she said and rolled on her
side, propping her cheek in her palm.
I could have said something crude, but the humor in her eyes
soothed the nasty comments right out of my vocabulary. Being human sucked much
more than I remembered. The only thing that remained the same was the burn of a
shot of whiskey and the way Naomi felt when we made love.
Everything else was a constant challenge, including taming
my conditioned response to sunlight. You’d think after a little over a month, I
wouldn’t be throwing myself for cover when the sun hit the bed in the morning,
but apparently twenty-five-hundred years of fearing the fiery orb really did a
job on my head.
* * * *
Until next time...
Ciao
JET
