First of all, the 5-year Blogaversary Giveaway is officially closed to entries. As promised, I’ll announce the winners on next week’s blog. Good luck to everyone who entered!
In other news, my publisher emailed this week to say that recording of the audio versions of the books is now official underway. Woohoo! They needed me to clarify some names and such. As you all know I try hard to give my books an international flavor, with my vamps coming from all over the world. And that translates (no pun intended) into a whole bunch of names that aren’t exactly Mary and Tom. 🙂 But I’m excited. I sampled some of the narrator’s previous work and it’s wonderful.
If you’re keeping track of my 2014 Book Challenge, you’ll see that I’m slowly gaining ground. I was 15 books behind, now I’m only 10. That’s still a lot, but at least I’m moving in the right direction. Among the books I read this week were two of my favorite authors … Julie James’s IT HAPPENED ONE WEDDING, and John Sandford’s newest Lucas Davenport/Prey novel, FIELD OF PREY. Both excellent!
No movies, but on the small screen, I’m riveted by THE BLACK LIST, which has some of the best writing on television. And I’m enjoying GRIMM, although they really need to move on from Adelaide and get a new villain. We’ve already been through her repertoire. And while I can empathize on the kidnapping of her child, the kid will be better off without her, and I’m ready for her to go … permanently. MARVEL: Agents of SHIELD is like watching a movie serial, which is fun, if somewhat frustrating. And, of course, there’s GAME OF THRONES, which has no resolution in sight … largely because even George R. R. Martin hasn’t written one. Gah! Also, CRISIS has pretty much lost me. I can’t remain interested in omnipotent bad guys.
And finally, VINCENT is soooo close to being finished. Soooooo close. And so to reward your patience and your willingness to read all the way through this blog post … here’s the very first official snippet, with the caveat that my editor hasn’t seen this manuscript yet, so everything is subject to change. Enjoy.
He wrapped the fingers of one hand around her hip and pulled her into the curve of his body, letting her feel the hard length of his arousal, covering her with his much greater weight.
“Vincent,” she whispered again, her body undulating against his, her fingers tangled in his hair.
And then her eyes flashed open and she froze.
Fuck. Vincent realized in a rush that she’d been asleep. Dreaming of him maybe—probably—but definitely more than half asleep. And she wasn’t happy to wake up in his arms.
Have a great week.