It’s back-to-work Tuesday and I wish you all a very happy 2018! I hope you have survived all the festivities unscathed. With the new year come new plans. I know I’ve not been very diligent with the blogging recently, except for hosting my guest authors, but it’s been a crazy few months here between work and writing. And our Italy holiday at the end of September seemed years away a week after we came home.
Before the new year gets away from me again and I get swamped by the day job, I thought I’d put down some notes about what I’m hoping will happen this year on the writing front.
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I’m very much like Jack that way. But I do like to plan ahead – something that Gareth would approve of. I feel I’ve come a long way in the last three years. And since it appears that my output is increasing – from one book in 2015 to two in 2016 and three in 2017 – I’d love to keep that momentum going. So what’s on the slate for me this year, and what can you expect to see “on the shelf”?
This year’s big project is Swings & Roundabouts, the fourth Power of Zero book. It’s been a long time coming and while I love the story and am very excited for seeing it released, I’m also rather scared about declaring it done. (That’s one of the things where having a publisher definitely comes in handy! Their production schedules won’t let you keep fiddling. 😉) But since I’m already working on the fifth book in the series, and the sixth is done, I really need to bite that bullet this year!
My next release, though, won’t be Swings & Roundabouts, but a novella about falling in love when falling in love is inconvenient on various fronts. Crossfire is due back from the editor early next week and due out in mid-February.
Also due in the spring, all things being well, is Starstruck, the sequel to Matisse and Josh’s story, Undercover Star. I hadn’t planned on a sequel, but quite a few readers pointed out that the boys didn’t quite get their HEA, and that they wanted to know more about the case that brought Matisse and Josh together. Hence we have Starstruck, where the Matisse and Josh work out what happens after falling in love. And where Matisse acquires a stalker. Or is it Josh who’s being stalked?
After that, I’d really love to finish some of the nearly-done manuscripts sitting on my WiP stack. Once Burned, the sequel to Leap of Faith, where we find out more about Kieran’s past and the dishy Dr. Marius Leven, and Sound Judgement, my dystopian action adventure set in an England after a military coup and six years of anarchy and military governance. Both of these suffered the same fate. I was in full writing flow when a stack of edits landed on my desk. Once those were dealt with, the flow had dried up and the story was set aside half-done and then got buried under other stuff. Mixing writing and production schedules is definitely something I need to learn to handle better.
So, these are my challenges for the year. Will I succeed? I hope so. Today, being the first workday of the new year, is a day for making plans. My desk is covered in calendars and to-do lists and I’ll be busy slotting writing time in between the many work projects.
Wish me luck!
And by way of an apology for being AWOL from the blogging front, under the image you can find a snippet from Crossfire to get you in the mood for what will hopefully be my next release! 🙂
“I’m so sick of dirty socks in the hallway and damp towels on the floor. But you know how it is…”
I nodded in sympathy and signalled the waiter for more wine. Olivia Pendleton was soft-spoken, immaculately groomed, and in possession of a toned, curvy figure designed to attract and hold a man’s interest. She was also, very obviously, still attached to the man she was married to.
The perfect mark for me, in fact.
I offered time, sympathy, and admiration – all the things her husband no longer provided, usually until said husband got the message and paid me a hefty amount of money to make myself scarce. Meanwhile Cat, my twin sister, performed a very similar service for Martin Pendleton. She had joined him halfway across town, was listening and sympathising, and being rather obvious about it until Olivia remembered that marriage was meant to be a team effort.
Together, the two of us were cheaper than therapy or marriage counselling, or whatever else it was couples did these days to rescue their relationships. It usually worked like a charm, too.
“Dean? Are you listening to me?”
Truth be told, I wasn’t. I’d heard it all too many times to care. But I had manners, and business sense, so I smiled, and apologised, and wrenched my mind away from contemplating lashes like dusky fans against chiselled cheekbones, from dreams of inky blue eyes and a most sensual pout.
Not that I succeeded for long.
Martin Pendleton was the most beautiful man I’d ever met.
He was also the first man I’d ever been attracted to.
The attraction had grabbed me by the balls and the gut as soon as I’d caught sight of his sinfully long legs and broad shoulders, and had seen that his brown hair was shot through with a little silver at the temples. Then I’d noticed the eyes with their ridiculous long lashes, and the near-lethal pout, and the attraction settled in for good.
I lost every argument I tried to have, whether it was with my head or my dick.
It wasn’t just damned inconvenient because the Pendletons were suddenly showing an interest in investing in our business. No. My infatuation with the husband of the woman I was supposed to seduce was threatening to turn our carefully planned project into an all-out disaster.
And I hadn’t even told Cat yet.