Release Day Today, I am thrilled to release Blood is Thicker Than Lots of Stuff, the next book in my comedic urban fantasy series, The Many Travails of John Smith! It’s been months since John finished his case for the vampire queen Lucia, and as you’ve read in the sample chapters, life has moved on….
This was originally going to be a post with some (mostly ridiculous) stats about Blood is Thicker Than Lots of Stuff, leading up to next week’s release. But I did just that for the last three books, and it’s starting to feel a little bit played out. So instead, I want to revisit a subject…
We interrupt the countdown celebration to Blood is Thicker Than Lots of Stuff for an important announcement: the audiobook for Red Right Hand, the second book in my post-apocalyptic superhero trilogy, is now available!
By Wednesday, I was sick of Clairemont. Mrs. Thompsen had left the house a grand total of three times that week, twice to go to Von’s for groceries, and once to wander through the closest Barnes & Nobles. After the bookstore, she’d eaten lunch at a nearby Panera, where I carefully recorded her selection of a cup of soup and half-salad on the off chance that Phil would ask. The rest of the time, my target had stayed cooped up inside her home.
This was like watching paint dry, except less exciting.
I read once that the human body is an amazing thing. Given time and sufficient resources, it can adapt to nearly anything.
My body seemed to be the lone exception; I’d been huddled in the cold darkness for somewhere between ten minutes and thirty years, but it hadn’t adapted one bit.
I sat in my Corolla outside Mister A’s, caught between frustration and confusion. According to the hostess, Carly had left shortly after emerging from the restroom, and well before the vampires’ own departure. If nothing else, that told me she was okay. But it was clear I wouldn’t be seeing her again.
The benefits of wearing a suit had apparently been overstated.
Queen Lucia Borghesi, Lady of Winter, was the most beautiful woman I’d ever met. She was also the richest and the most arrogant. Like Anastasia and Juliette, she was a vampire. Unlike them, she had a stick the size of an aircraft carrier lodged up her curvaceous ass.
My first supernatural mediation had been on behalf of Lucia’s House. Against all odds, I’d succeeded. I’d also exposed a traitor within the vampire ranks and helped Lucia’s subjects stop a bloody coup in the process.
And then one argument had sent everything sideways.
I was cold.
No, that’s an understatement; I was freezing, like I’d been cuddling an ice-covered pillow while tucked into a snow drift. It was the shivering that finally woke me, interrupting my dream of a half-dozen Valkyries, Frosty the Snowman, and a castle-sized Twinkie.
What’s better than a cover reveal? How about two of them? Long-time readers of this blog know I’ve been planning to commission a new cover for Investigation, Mediation, Vindication. As much as I liked the original design, I wanted something more genre-appropriate to attract the urban fantasy audience. This is the first time I’ve redone…
Lately, it feels like all I’ve been doing is counting down to releases, announcing promotions, and kvetching about the year 2020. As much fun as all of that is for me, my goal with this blog was to have a mix of book updates AND writing-related thoughts. I’m not big on giving writing tips, because…