The cover is here!
My amazing editor and friend Maxann Dobson from The Polished Pen referred me to artist Paul Copello, founder of Designistrate.com, for an original cover to match my latest venture into insanity Recycled. This is the end product of our collaboration, his genius, and a few email chains.
The back cover is even better, but I can’t go spoiling everything.
Well, my time of internet silence hasn’t been for naught.
I’m happy, nauseous, thrilled, ecstatic to announce that my new book Recycled will be available for sale in paperback and ebook March 19th!
The blurb:
When a small town psychiatric patient is hunted by a leather-clad Reaper, she must decide if she can trust her heart to the only man who might be able to save her life.
The docs say seventeen year old Michale Morgan is a schizophrenic. Her parents agree, and then ship her off to live with her eccentric great aunt. When immortal pacifist Lysander and his smart-mouthed watcher crash Michale’s group therapy session, Michale discovers she’s stuck in a reincarnation loop.
Reaper Fate is not satisfied to simply end Michale’s current life, but strives to entrap her soul, breaking this unnatural cycle of death and rebirth forever. Michale becomes desperate to prevent her very essence from being pickled and left to rot in a dusty corner of some cosmic pantry for the rest of eternity. Clearly everyone can’t have their way.
While Fate chases them across country, through a casino, a life insurance seminar, and a backwoods honkytonk, Michale must learn to trust Lysander enough to save her life— and maybe even her heart. Meanwhile, Lysander must choose between his vow of peace and the love of his immortal life.
If they fail in this life, there may not be another.
I’ll be posting the cover here in the next few days. I hope that y’all are as stoked as I am! (Minus the nausea…)
Tonight’s forecast: Happiness!!! Beware of gratuitous exclamation points.
Playing on the dock: Pharrell. How apropos…
Since I’ve begun my gluten free journey, you won’t be the least bit surprised to know that I’ve whined. Like, a lot. A smidgeon of wailing and gnashing of pearly whites may have also been spotted… I couldn’t say for sure. And while searching my stockpile pantry, the most whined question has been, “Just what can I eat?!”
The short answer: Fruits, vegetables, and meat that has not been breaded or marinated. Unfortunately, none of these lovely items were what I’ve been mourning the loss of. My muse requires nothing less than sugary caloric deprivation to be at her best. Last time I tried to snack on celery and carrots while writing, she filibustered my writing time for an entire week with ridiculous plot bunnies, excessive adverbs, and a sudden desire to look at cat pictures.
But tonight — oh, tonight! — I’m doing a fancy, muscle-pulling jig on Cloud 11. My happy-vator paused at the 9th cloud when I discovered I can still indulge in my beloved Dr. Pepper without damaging my health (any more than usual), and just kept on going up, up, and away when my hubby produced a bag of Skittles!
SKITTLES!!! The chosen nectar of persnickety, sugar-craven muses everywhere! (Well, at least in the vicinity of my laptop…)
Now I’m off to write! Wish me luck.
Oh! I’m also compiling a list of links to articles, people, and places I find who do gluten-free way better than me. Yes, the list will be extensive as it’ll include anything remotely helpful and informative. If you have any resources to add, drop me a line!
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