Between
being sick for three weeks and having to take side work to keep the IRS from
seizing my accounts and property, book 8 won’t be out until roughly December.
This one has so many details to be researched and verified that I miscounted
how long it would take. I am sorry. It’s hard to guess on something like this,
but I need the preorders so I can make ends meet with the new expenses that
come each time I release a book--covers, edits, formatting, and other costs.
I
hope you can understand and if you can donate to my fund at all (see the link at the top, right side.) I would
appreciate the help. I can’t seem to get out from under the IRS and they’re
very threatening, you know? Until I am caught up with them, it’s hard to spend
time writing.
Like
with the other times this has happened with a preorder, you have my word that
you will receive your copy first, before any of the retailers, and if you want
a refund, you need only send me an email to: cloudninepublications@yahoo.com.
Notes
All
merchandise orders from July and August have been shipped. Watch your mail!
Something New
I
realize you’re probably expecting another preview of book 8, but I’m not ready
to release any more of that yet. Instead, I hope you’ll enjoy this excerpt from
the next Alexa’s Travels novel.
Alexa’s Travels
Book #3
1
“This
will do.”
The
men stared at the family cabin Alexa had led them to. It was nice here, without
the feel of corruption, and they gaped a bit at her finding them such a place
to rest in. It instantly reminded every one of them of their old homes.
“How
long are we staying?” Mark asked, dropping his gear near the front porch swing
that actually appeared as though it would hold his weight without collapsing.
“Overnight
or for a week,” Alexa replied mysteriously. “We’ll see how that goes.”
The
men liked the idea of spending a week resting--of Alexa spending a week resting--but
they heard the warning as well and alert-mode kicked in heavily. The six men
circled the small farmhouse and then walked the property to verify they were
alone here.
Alexa
waited in the shade of the porch and pretended her skin wasn’t stinging.
Walking in the sunlight for hours had hurt. Not worse than her heart when she’d
spied their shadow, though. Brian would follow her forever now, no matter how
many times she tried to warn him off. She had gone through the same thing with
her father and she understood all future plans would have to account for him.
Alexa’s
heart swelled a bit as she considered that Adrian must have done the very same
thing when she’d come to him, or she would have easily been killed during one
of his adventures that she’d been on the fringes of. It was a comfort,
something she needed right now. Becoming this new creature was an adjustment that
Alexa still wasn’t sure she was capable of. In fact, a number of things would
have to change, as of today. There would be no more walking in the sun unless
she wanted to burst into flames. They would travel at night and sleep during
the light.
“All
clear here,” came from multiple directions and then the males joined her on the
wide porch.
“We’ll
get settled inside and then make some preparations,” Alexa instructed as Edward
pried open the front door.
The
cool, dark cave-like interior beckoned to Alexa and she forced herself to wait
until it had been cleared. Maintaining her rituals would get much harder now.
“Clear,”
Edward called and was brushed aside as a blur spun into the coolness and
vanished down the first set of steps to the cellar.
Edward
exchanged looks with the others, but didn’t comment.
The
men got busy preparing their shelter, mindful of her words about overnight or a
week, depending on what happened. They assumed it meant they weren’t safe here
and they reacted accordingly.
Billy
took up a guard post outside, Edward worked on doors, Mark took care of the few
windows, and the others went through the small home, gathering supplies for a
battle. As they worked, light conversation drifted down to Alexa.
“Will
a week here help her?”
“If
we can feed her, maybe.”
“I’ve
heard they can go a long time between meals.”
“Not
at first.”
“Any
idea what we’re fighting here?”
“Hard
to say. Zombies and soldiers, ghosts. Take your pick.”
“How
about feathers?”
The
chuckles sent a nice vibe through the air and Alexa closed her lids against the
faint light from the hatch she’d left open. She couldn’t stand to be cut off
from her men completely. Their voices soothed the terrors and she drifted off
with their male bonding ringing in her ears.
“We
could always go back for the rabbit, chop off a part at a time.”
“I
think his parts are already being used.”
Snickers
and laughter also echoed out to Billy, who had climbed the tallest tree and was
perched in the top branches like a parrot. There was movement in many
directions and he was keeping a rotating watch on all of them. The way they’d
come, was their newest shadow. Brian had camped out in the caves and erected a
small barrier over the entrance that he’d obviously brought along. The cloth
blended perfectly, as did the small piece of debris. If not for Billy coming
out in time to see the boy shoot a rabbit with a dart gun and disappear inside,
they wouldn’t have picked out his den.
The
other directions held a few walking dead and soldiers who were clearly lost.
None of those was coming toward Alexa’s den, but Billy planned to make sure he
knew it if that changed. They’d had too many close calls recently. Pushing
their luck right now wasn’t a good idea.
2 comments:
I discovered your work this summer and am almost done with book 7. Excellent work. Will be starting on other of your books shortly. I'm so glad I found this series. You had me at "Mary Magdalene" and "Knights Templar". ha ha ha... I'd like to see more of that train of thought, but no other "complaints". PS, I'm an old grandma. :)
Thanks Angela.great read...have you an autobiography?
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