One of my author friends, Melissa Pearl Guyan (author of Betwixt) recommended Valor to me. When the ladies in my Indie Inked author group tell me a book is good, it is. Plus it was free. So I’ll definitely be checking out Valor.
AND…my newest book called Losing Francesca, is having it’s cover reveal tomorrow. This book is the complete opposite of EVERYTHING I’ve written in the past. It’s young adult for one, there’s no sex, there’s no violence, no assassinations, no aliens, no winged hot dudes.
But it does have Brody Mason. Oh man, I think I love this character – he’s not Dante Walker, but he’s awesome. It’s an unusual coming of age story that revolves around reuniting soul mates. Here’s a sample:
I nod as I remember to inhale. “Yeah, but I’m not sure what to do with you now that you’re here.”
He grins so wide I have to laugh. His hand comes up to my mouth and covers my lips as he bends down to whisper in my ear. “Shhh, quiet now, you’re gonna get me busted.”
And then he takes my hand and leads me over to the bed, because that’s the only place in the room to sit, besides the desk chair, and he doesn’t look interested in sitting in that old wooden thing and neither am I. I figure if you invite a boy into your room in the middle of the night, you should at the very least let him sit next to you.
He pulls me to the bed and looks at my shorts and t-shirt. “Mmmm, I like this,” he says running the hem of my shirt between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re nervous?” he asks. “You want me to leave, Fiona? I won’t stay if I’m making you nervous.”
“No,” I say quickly. “That’s not it. I mean, yes, I’m nervous, remember? No time alone with boys of any kind. This is new territory for me.”
“Well,” he says, lying back on the bed a little and then pulling me towards him. “I’d just like to say how sweet I think it is that you’ve been saving yourself for me all these years. “
I laugh again.
“I mean, really. Pining over me since you were six, it’s just so damn sweet.”
“Is this how you get lucky with all your girlfriends?”
“Yeah, it is,” he says seriously. Then he takes my hand and squeezes it. “But you’re not about getting lucky, Fiona. I’m not even going to kiss you tonight, let alone try for a home run.”
OK – have a great week everyone!