Chapter Six: The Religion of Mall Santas
“He toed the tile with his shoe. In slow, deliberate swipes he searched the floor for cracks, for hairline fractures slick with the remains of his last coherent thoughts.” (page 97)
The day after.
Wow.
I want to thank you all for making A Torch Kept’s release day a success! It was awesome. Thank you!
Whew.
Still got my mind.
That’s always a plus on the day after. Have you ever woke up with nothing but an echo of the alarm clock clanking around between your ears?
Yeah, not pleasant.
Especially when you don’t own an alarm clock.
*hums a little “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”*
On a day when the blog is entitled “The Religion of Mall Santas,” I thought it would be the perfect time to announce that my 14th novel for Ravenous Romance will be… a Christmas story!
Yes, Chloe does the guy in the big red suit… well, uh, you know what I mean.
*sighs*
Great. That’s one big check on the “naughty” side of the tote-board for me. I really don’t need any help on that side of things. My naughtiness is all fleshed out, thank you very much. Hello. Smut writer here.
*grins*
As it’s becoming readily apparent that I am still hung-over from yesterday’s festivities and delusional breaks, I’m going to end all our suffering by ending this blog a little early today.
For your patience, however, I will leave you with a small parting gift…
The title of my 14th novel will be Miracle on Lombard Street. Yep, I’m hitting the streets of Frisco with this one, babe. All new characters, all new storyline! What a merry rush it will be! The deadline for the manuscript is November 25, so expect a mid-December release, my friends.
Until tomorrow (when another HUGE announcement will be made), I wish you all a little early “Fa-la-la-la-la!”
Chloe
Chapter Seven: When All is Well
“Her footsteps were small, fragile against the hard hospital floors. There was no sense of certainty about her movements. From the way she held her elbows tight against her sides, to the hesitant downward tilt of her chin, (the woman) slipped through the long, solemn corridors with the presence of a banished wraith.” (page 105)
“He toed the tile with his shoe. In slow, deliberate swipes he searched the floor for cracks, for hairline fractures slick with the remains of his last coherent thoughts.” (page 97)
The day after.
Wow.
I want to thank you all for making A Torch Kept’s release day a success! It was awesome. Thank you!
Whew.
Still got my mind.
That’s always a plus on the day after. Have you ever woke up with nothing but an echo of the alarm clock clanking around between your ears?
Yeah, not pleasant.
Especially when you don’t own an alarm clock.
*hums a little “Santa Claus is Coming to Town”*
On a day when the blog is entitled “The Religion of Mall Santas,” I thought it would be the perfect time to announce that my 14th novel for Ravenous Romance will be… a Christmas story!
Yes, Chloe does the guy in the big red suit… well, uh, you know what I mean.
*sighs*
Great. That’s one big check on the “naughty” side of the tote-board for me. I really don’t need any help on that side of things. My naughtiness is all fleshed out, thank you very much. Hello. Smut writer here.
*grins*
As it’s becoming readily apparent that I am still hung-over from yesterday’s festivities and delusional breaks, I’m going to end all our suffering by ending this blog a little early today.
For your patience, however, I will leave you with a small parting gift…
The title of my 14th novel will be Miracle on Lombard Street. Yep, I’m hitting the streets of Frisco with this one, babe. All new characters, all new storyline! What a merry rush it will be! The deadline for the manuscript is November 25, so expect a mid-December release, my friends.
Until tomorrow (when another HUGE announcement will be made), I wish you all a little early “Fa-la-la-la-la!”
Chloe
Chapter Seven: When All is Well
“Her footsteps were small, fragile against the hard hospital floors. There was no sense of certainty about her movements. From the way she held her elbows tight against her sides, to the hesitant downward tilt of her chin, (the woman) slipped through the long, solemn corridors with the presence of a banished wraith.” (page 105)
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