August 20, 2023
Calm on top, paddling underneath
Ever hear that? That someone can look calm on top of the water, but they’re paddling like mad underneath? That’s been me the past month. I might look like I have all my crap together - but that’s only because I’m going like crazy behind the scenes.
Bishop is slated for a Sept 6 upload so it can release on the 10th. I’m writing every day, but other things outside of book stuff have been keeping me busy as well. (No, the porch is not done. Weather and an injury for the guy doing it have slowed that down.)
Yes, you will still get this around Sept 6. If you order it off my shop, BookFunnel will deliver it to your email as soon as it’s uploaded. The paperback/hardcover versions will be ready by the end of that week. Y’see, you can’t finish making the cover until you have the final page count - and you can’t get that until you’re done writing - which I’m not.
In other news - reviews for Heroes & Hurricanes, my story in Everday Heroes are coming in and people are really liking it. Have you grabbed your copy yet?
Anticipation is building for these two as well - Rejected by the Immortal launches September 19th and Monster Hunters launches September 26th. Both are only $0.99 and you can grab them on preorder now.
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And So It Begins is in Rejected by the Immortal and the first story in the Supernatural Intelligence Network series. It starts in 1910 and transitions to present day. (It is not a historical romance.) Here’s a sample:
And So It Begins
1910, United States of America
Jo sat primly in the rail car as it rattled its way from Chicago to Boston. As she was officially a guest of Dr. Theophilus Wilder, she didn’t have to endure the stares of other passengers beyond Dr. Wilder and his research assistant, Edison James. A private rail car was her preferred way to travel, so when the doctor and his assistant had asked her to join them at Harvard in Boston, she had agreed and suggested they use her uncle’s rail car.
It was, in fact, her rail car, as her uncle only existed on paper these days. Being a woman meant one had to make concessions in order for society to accept that she had access to certain things. Uncle Sebastien had been useful in some ways, but when he’d taken it all a step too far, Jo had made sure he could never take that step again.
“If I could have your input, Mrs. Stephens,” Dr. Wilder said. “I would appreciate it if you could go over these last few pages of the presentation.”
“Of course, Dr. Wilder,” Jo replied and took the pages into her gloved hands, careful to avoid where the ink was still wet. She read the pages, then handed them back to the doctor. “I’d add that the successes of Scotland Yard since their founding in 1829 have been extraordinary. Their Criminal Investigation Department, a unit of plainclothes detectives, has been instrumental in stopping the Jack the Ripper murders.”
“They didn’t find the killer though, did they?” Edison James replied. His brown hair curled slightly and brushed against freckled skin, but it was Edison’s brown eyes that gave away his intellect.
“No,” Jo said. “They did not. But they believe the person responsible was killed or confined somehow as a result of their investigations. In either event, the murders stopped.”
“No one ever did plainclothes detectives until Scotland Yard,” Dr. Wilder said. “And they keep impressive records. The federal level of law enforcement in the United States is, on the other hand, an example of a useless collection of political chaos and games of power. Hopefully, this presentation will encourage the creation of a more efficient way to handle law enforcement.”
“One can only hope,” Jo replied.
They went over the full presentation one more time, then Dr. Wilder smiled gently at Jo. “You should probably feed before we reach Boston, my dear. It’s going to be a hectic couple of days and we don’t want you feeling peckish.”
“Very true, thank you, Dr. Wilder.” Jo rose and smoothed her skirts, then folded her gloves after removal, and laid them on the table. She took off her coat and hat, and gestured to Edison to join her on the settee.
Dr. Wilder admired her trim figure, perfectly coiffed black hair and vivid blue eyes that seemed to glow with an inner light against ivory pale skin. He watched for a moment as she prepared herself, then turned away.
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