Michael Prete, who's done all of my urban fantasy covers, sent me the cover he did for River City Rumble. I love it. Sharon Pelletier at Dystel and Goderich is putting the file together and should have it ready sometime next week, but I wanted to share what Michael came up with. I think it fits the story. Hope you like it, too.
My wonderful friend/fellow writer, Kyra Jacobs, has a new book coming out April 19, and it can be pre-ordered now. You can probably guess from the cover that she doesn't write about werebears or witches, like I do. Her shifter, of choice, is a golden dragon--and he looks pretty delectable in whichever form he takes. I'm attaching a snippet from her book, if you'd like to check out Zayne. Her info follows the excerpt:
Zayne shook the thought from his mind. He had come here to forget his impending doom, not wallow in self-pity.
The prince drew an arrow from the quiver on his back, nocked it to his favorite bow, then shifted away from the oak and lined up his shot on the buck. During battle, the action would have taken him but a second—two, perhaps, if he were dodging an attack. Here in the deep woods where any sudden movement would give his location away, it took several minutes. Time well spent, he knew from experience, if it resulted in fresh venison for dinner.
The deer raised its head and stared in the direction of his hunter with unseeing eyes, ears twitching as he chewed. Zayne held his stance, praying his patience would pay off. After a long moment, the great beast turned its rack in the opposite direction. A victorious smile tugged at Zayne’s lips as he squared his shoulders, took a deep breath to steady his aim--
A woman’s scream shattered the forest.
The arrow slipped from his fingers and sailed six feet over the startled buck’s head. In a flash, he drew another, but the opportunity was already lost. The deer zigzagged over brush and bramble, bounding away to seek refuge in the darkest depths of the forest, and Zayne cursed his own arrogance. He’d taken too long, been too sure of himself. And while his stomach rumbled painfully at the thought of foregoing his anticipated evening meal, he knew better than to pursue the beast. Dangers far greater than the dark awaited him in that direction, and no buck was worth the risk.
A second high-pitched scream sounded, closer this time, and commanded his attention. Whoever joined him in the woods today sounded terrified, not hurt. Lord knew he’d been through enough skirmishes to recognize the subtle differences.
Zayne slung his bow onto his back and charged forward, sacrificing stealth for speed to try to reach the woman before one pitch bled into the other. Thick underbrush snagged at his clothes and sliced his skin, but still he surged forward. It would have been easier for him to transform, faster even, but then his whereabouts would be discovered, and he was not yet ready to return and face his father. Or his betrothed.
The wall of vegetation around him thinned as he drew upon a small clearing. Zayne slowed to quiet his footsteps, then stopped altogether as the scene before him came into view. A pack of wolves milled around one side of the clearing, snapping and snarling as they pawed at their muzzles. Across from them stood the clearing’s other inhabitant: a lone peasant woman.
The source of the screams.
Her outer layers of clothing must have been ripped away during her attempted escape, as she stood quaking in scraps of clothing the likes of which Zayne had never seen before. The bizarre black-and-purple fabric failed to do much more than contain her supple bosom, rounded hips, and slim thighs. Her long, golden hair was pinned up and back and, though mussed, offered him a clear view of her delicate shoulders and creamy pale skin. But what struck him the most was her eyes—startling blue, like brilliant sapphire ice.
A ray of sun broke through the clouds and washed over her, giving the girl an angelic appearance. Never had he seen a woman more beautiful. The sight took his very breath away.
A wolf stepped free from the pack, and the air around Zayne began to swirl. He gasped, as helpless to resist the beast within as he was to draw his next breath. Never before had the transformation begun without his prompting, nor surged forward with such haste. An armor of golden scales replaced his skin, his fingers stretched into talons, and human logic gave way to animal instinct. As the growing fire within his chest sought to consume him, Zayne could comprehend but three things:
He must save her.
He must protect her.
He must have her.
First off, Happy St. Patrick's Day! My husband's already had a glass of green beer:)
I got happy news this week. Kensington signed me for three more Mill Pond e-romances. I'm working on the fourth one now, due June 1st. The 5th is due Oct. 3, and the last, March 1, 2017. In the way of publishing, the March book will come out November, 2017, so my editor asked if I could give it a Christmas theme. It should be fun to write about Christmas at the beginning of next year:) Holiday stories always have to be turned in WAY ahead of time. Ho,ho,ho! I can do this.
My daughter sent me gorgeous flowers to celebrate the new contract, and my good writer friend came over with Chinese and champagne. I'm feeling pretty pampered:_
I wrote a Babet and Prosper short story BEFORE River City Rumble, sent it out, and then forgot about it. Months and months later, it got rejected. Didn't suprise me. It was a long shot, and I knew it. But Trouble In River City tells how Vittorio and Babet met Xavier. I always like writing about Vittorio:) He's one of my favorite vampires. The link's near the top of the left column. Hope you like it.
If you're a fan of epic fantasy, my friend M. L. Rigdon's PROPHECY DENIED is FREE thru March 7. Just thought I'd pass that on:)
The worst witch of the three battles Babet. This is it, the final chapter. I hope you enjoyed the entire story. I'll leave it up for two or three weeks before I remove it to gather it together into a short novel for Amazon. But for now, you can find chapter 23 at the very bottom of the column at the left.
Empty Altars is my way of paying homage to my love of Greek and Norse myths. The runes send Diana, goddess of the hunt, the moon, and witchcraft, from her penthouse in Manhattan to a Norse meadow that hasn't changed since old Viking times. Tyr, Donar, and Freya need her help, even though the men aren't initially happy about having a Greek rescue them.