I’m receiving so many emails and Facebook messages asking about Ivan’s Story that I thought I would write an update here and give you a little teaser. I posted part of the first chapter in my newsletter a week ago so if you’re not signed up, click the button on the right and you’ll get new release information there first.
I knew going into Ivan’s book that I would face a few internal problems with the characters. Talya is a spoiled brat and needs to grow up. Ivan hates the cats because they killed his mate in book I, Amy’s Story. I asked myself what would change Talya and bring her back to the lovable teenager from Zenya’s Story. Well the answer was another guy, someone special. No, not Ivan because she’s not ready for him in the beginning of the book. I needed someone who could help her realize what she threw away by going after Dmitri.
Rondy is human, and a wannabe gang banger who helps Talya out after she saves his life. He doesn’t come from a background any better than Talya’s and together they discover what friendship really means. Yes, Ivan is waiting in the wings but he doesn’t know it yet. With no cats to kill, he’s wallowing in self pity again. It’s going to take a wiser more mature Talya to finally tame Ivan.
I wish I could give a release date for Ivan’s book but I’m just not sure yet. I leave for Tennessee the second week in August (Indie Author Convention) and if everything goes according to plan, the book will be in my editor’s hands before I go. It takes about a month to travel through two editors and a proof reader. As soon as I type The End, I’ll announce a release date in the newsletter.
In the mean time, here’s the promised excerpt (unedited):
I looked the boy up and down—skinny and way too young. “No thank you. Bandage?” I held it out to him though I figured he’d take off running.
He surprised me and grabbed it from my hand.
“You really did fucking kill them.”
Crap, hero worship shown on his face. That’s all I needed. “Just wrap it tight but not so tight it cuts off the circulation.”
He squatted down but looked up. “Does only having one arm make the other one super strong?”
This kid had quite the imagination but really, he was looking at his worst nightmare he just didn’t know it. “Something like that.”
He began wrapping. It didn’t help the pain but I knew it would give my leg stability. I’d pushed my endurance further than I should have.
“Where do you live?”
I wasn’t paying attention and his voice startled me. “I don’t.”
“You don’t live anywhere?”
He looked around before bringing his gaze back to mine. “You can stay with me. It’s not the greatest but you can get cleaned up and use some of my mom’s clothes.”
He was such a stupid kid. “What about your mom?”
“She hasn’t come home for a week. She’s tweaked out somewhere and won’t be back until the money runs out or the guy kicks her out.”
“How old are you?”
He didn’t blink his one good eye. “Eighteen.”
I stepped on his toes and put unhuman pressure downward. “How old are you?”
“Oww, I’ll be sixteen in a few weeks but don’t say anything. I don’t need the bitches from CPS knowing my mom isn’t home again.”
I saw the panic he tried to hide with toughness. “I won’t, how far is it?”
“The apartment’s about a mile. Can you hoof it?”
I didn’t smile at the term hoof because it made me hungry. “Yes, what’s your name?”
“Rondy, what’s yours?”
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The Fang Chronicles books are now available at the iBookstore:
Amy’s Story, Emily’s Story, Zenya’s Story, Mandy’s Story, Dmitri