I swear, I’m not missing. I’ve just been writing like crazy after some much needed time away.
I’m currently re-writing Over Easy (this is the third time). But that’s not why I’m posting today.
Today, my sixth novel was published.
Lachlan’s Curse is on sale now! If you’re a fan of Sleepy Hollow, druids and romance, then this book is for you. If it’s not your thing, but you know someone who might like it, please do share! Thank you!!
For over two hundred years, Lachlan Gray—druid and last magic wielder of his line—has kept Haven Falls safe from an ancient evil. His sacrifice, eternal imprisonment with his mortal foe, was meant to protect the town and people he loved. After his bones are unearthed and his enemy is accidentally freed, he has no choice but to rise again. Confronted with the modern world and the loss of everyone he knew, he finds solace in the one person who trusts him the least.
Archaeologist Dr. Sara Winslow believes in truth, logic, and cold, hard scientific facts. Hiding from a painful past, she’s more comfortable with ancient history than dealing with the living. The dead can’t lie, cheat or betray her. That is, until she unearths the one skeleton capable of resurrection. Now, she can’t ignore the truth right before her eyes—magic exists, evil is real, and it’s coming to destroy Haven Falls.
To survive, Sara has to trust this sexy stranger and embrace powers she never knew she had. And Lachlan never imagined that a hot blooded woman would make him question his vow to destroy his enemy at any cost. Even united, can their passion survive the evil seeking to tear them apart?
It’s kind of hard to put into words how I feel about the third book in the Mystic Series. Last year, while I was writing the book, it seemed like I would never finish it.
There were two reasons for that:
One: I was simultaneously writing another paranormal romance – Lachlan’s Curse (which I did complete early 2014 but that’s a whole other blog post).
Two: the book ended up longer than my target goal of 83,000 – 85,000 words. In fact, the word count after the last round of publisher edits was @92,000 words.
Because I am a die hard plotter, in my mind, this shouldn’t have happened. Obviously I took a wrong turn in Albuquerque or something.
Why so long?
Well, the short answer: that’s how long the story is. For those of you following this series (and I thank you very much!) this is Devlin Ward’s book.
Devlin is a virginal satyr who has a boatload of childhood drama to deal with before he can obtain his happily every after. Lucky for him, his heroine, Mary (aka Ma’at) is more than ready to take accept the challenge.
And believe me, it was a challenge for me too. Even though I know this world well it didn’t make writing their story any easier. When I realized that the first draft would clock in around 95,000 words, I had a choice to make – stop writing and figure out what was wrong or keep writing because maybe nothing was wrong.
While that sounds incredibly insane, I know from first hand experience that I can be my own worst enemy (hello, Doubt Monster).
In the end, I decided to keep writing and see what would happen because I’m crazy like that. I figured, why not? I can always delete stuff later (which I did).
This past weekend, I read the book again after a final round of edits. And guess what? The length felt just right for Devlin and Mary.
So is there a moral to this blog post? Yes!
Don’t fear the delete key. And don’t be afraid to just see what’s going to happen next.
Since I’m hard at work penning my next novel – Over Easy – a contemporary romance (*gasp* – it’s not a paranormal), I thought I’d share the cover for book 3 in my Mystic Series.
One of the joys of working with a smaller publisher is getting cover art super fast. Once again, another great design from Rae Monet. Don’t you agree?
Here’s the back cover copy. This book is coming soon – Fall 2014. I can’t wait to share Devlin’s story.
A wise Satyr always pays his debts: Pawn shop owner Devlin Ward isn’t stupid. When Karma appears on his doorstep to cash in an old favor, he can’t refuse. It’s a simple request – accept a delivery and keep it safe. Unfortunately for Devlin, the “package” is a sullen teenage oracle who insists that he locate the Feather of Truth. Or else.
A promise is a promise: Mary Swain, aka Ma’at, Goddess of Truth, always honors her word. For the first time in centuries, she’s finally free of her debts and wants a new life, preferably away from Mystic, where every quaint shop and cozy restaurant is a reminder of her unreliable ex-boyfriend. Finally, she’s leaving and nothing’s going to stop her.
But when Devlin approaches her with the oracle’s dire warning and a frazzled plea for help, she can’t resist a tempting new adventure or his quietly sexy allure. Despite his best efforts to feign indifference, she knows Devlin is attracted to her too. He claims to have deep, dark secrets that even the Goddess of Truth can’t pry out of him. Or can she?
That’s all I got! Until next time, happy writing or reading!
Hi, everybody. Suze here. Guess what? I’ve invited a new friend to come visit with us today. Let’s give a big Scribes welcome to Chryssie Papadopoulos, secretly known as Eva Prim (shhh! Don’t tell anyone!)
Hey, Eva! What’s new?
New? Well, I have a book coming out, finally. You know it really annoyed me to have to wait on Jordan to get her head on straight about this book. Like her other books could ever be as good as mine? No chance. I hate to make her feel bad, but she shouldn’t have made me wait. I do not like to wait.
Okay, so tell me all the yummy details.
I’d love to. Well, it’s sort of a slice of my life. As with any good book there’s drama, highs and lows, romance, sex, vampires, demons and some werewolves. Oh, and chocolate, computers, cell phones, blogging, emails and texting. A court scene (again- so irritating to have to repeatedly defend yourself).
What’s this Snack of the Week Club I’ve heard about?
The Snack of the Week Club is a club for all my closest friends. They get sneak peeks for all my books, snack discounts like Harvard Sweet Boutique. We discuss books, shows, snacks, and life (or death) in general. Every week I interview one of my snacks, I mean friends…friends, definitely meant friends. Anyway, I interview a member because I like to know about everyone. It’s fun. You should join. What’s your blood type anyway?
Oh, I forgot. On that last question about the book– there’s also deception, heartbreak, more deception, some accusations of kidnapping and theft. In the end I conquer all! It’s a damn good book. Wow. I might read it again tonight.
Accidentally released any demons lately?
Um, no. I haven’t released any. I’ve been very careful. Actually, who am I kidding? I can’t find The Book so there’s no way to release any more demons. Not that I’m looking for The Book. I’m just saying I know Stefan hid The Book so that there wouldn’t be any other accidents.
Between you and me I think he’s being ridiculous. Could lightning really strike twice?
Stefan is hot. Scary, but scorchin’ hot. How did you two meet?
Oh, I love this story. Thank you for asking. It was many years ago–1832, summertime. In Bristol, Rhode Island. I’m from Bristol, was born there. Even turned vampire there. Anyway, I went to the docks with my father to purchase fish. The boats had just returned. While we were making our inquiries about some slimy fish and oysters, actually my father was inquiring. I was trying not to step in anything too smelly. The docks really are a stinky place. Usually I tried not to look too disgusted at the stench of dead fish and dirty men, which I have to say is not an easy thing to do. Have you ever been down to the fishing docks when the ships return? Disgusting. Anyway, on that evening there was some other scent on the wind, something not even remotely disgusting. On the contrary, it was wonderful. Sort of a smoldering vanilla scent, smoky and manly and utterly intoxicating. I had never smelled anything like it.
I couldn’t smell anything else, and I didn’t want to either. I glanced up and my attention went straight to the source. Standing on the deck of a large ship was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. His black hair rustled in the wind. His long coat flapped. His dark eyes met mine and I could hardly keep from blushing. He looked at me like I was the only woman he’d ever seen. And when he smiled, my stomach flipped. I loved him instantly and it wasn’t vampire influence either.
I could hardly believe he was looking at me, but he was. He followed me home. My father didn’t notice, but I did. I caught him slinking behind trees and scurrying off to hide in doorways so that I wouldn’t notice. There was no way I could miss him. He was the most exotic man to set foot in that town. Ah…
How do you keep him from straying? What’s your best marriage advice for keeping the love alive while the body is dead?
This is an outstanding question. I have to say the most important thing is to spend time together just the two of you, alone, not worrying about crap or people. You have to enjoy your time, unwind, cut loose, get frisky. You know what I mean?
Can I get a V-Mail account? I’d like to be in on all the secret Vampire stuff.
Okay, now you’re going to get me in trouble. You’re not even supposed to know about that. Just forget you heard of that. No V-Mail for you or anyone not already on this side of things. Though, if your status changes and you come over you can have one. We’ll talk.
Halloween is coming. What should I wear for the most authentic vampire look?
You probably don’t even realize there are vampires all around you. You could go like yourself and just fit in. Oh, wait, when you said authentic did you mean shifted, you know, true vampire state? If that’s what you meant I suggest you not go as a vampire because nobody really likes us in that state and we don’t even like ourselves like that. I mean, really? No one likes a gargoyle on steroids. Nobody.
Thanks for stopping by, Chryssie. Her book will be available on October 3. Here’s where you can find Chryssie/Eva and her friend, Jordan K. Rose: