Book Cover!

Attention! Attention! I just now (well an hour ago) received permission to share the cover for my January book GROUNDS TO KILL being released by Carina Press.

Isn't it fabulous?! I want to love it and squeeze it and sleep with it every single night! I particularly love the ghostie face in the steam.

I have been absent from the blogosphere but I have a great excuse, erm, I mean reason. I tore my rotator cuff. OWWW! Anyone who has ever experienced excruciating shoulder pain on a daily basis for weeks knows that no amounts of vodka and/or oxycodone takes away the evilness of it. And no I'm not using hillybilly heroin and drinking booze at the same time because that requires a level of crazy even I don't possess. But I've thought about it. A lot.

I am, however, still writing on a daily basis and I'm well on target to make my deadline for the fifth book in the Ghost Dusters series. Since writing now equals pain I'm not blogging, I am saving all that agony for fans of Ghost Dusters. You're welcome.

So if your shoulders are in good shape, pat yourself on the back and give someone a hug and then come back and write in the comments what you think of my new cover!

Gallivanting & Writing

I went to Vegas with my sister because when you reach a certain age it becomes important to go and see Menopause the Musical. It also became important to see Phantom of the Opera because my sister had never had the pleasure of having a chandelier nearly fall on her head.

It was so hot in Vegas the bottom of my flip flops melted. It became abundantly clear why only the disheveled, homeless dudes selling water are out during the day. If you want to really be in the spirit you must rub shoulders with the drunks and hookers at night. Good times.

Because I lack the ability to turn off my brain when only vacationing for 3 days, I was up at the butt crack of dawn (6:30) each morning. I learned that, yes, it is possible to write pages on my iPad using a wireless keyboard precariously balanced on my knees while sitting in the hall outside Palio's, the fabulous coffee shop at the Bellagio that makes better lattes then Starbucks.

I am getting into Ghost Dusters 5 and trying to become well entrenched in that story before edits arrive on Ghost Dusters 4. But it's also summer, I'm on an Alaska cruise in a few weeks, all 4 kids are in the house and I need a tan. These are all distractions. However, have iPad and will travel.

How's your summer going?

Oops! You're dead. Or not.

Occasionally I just kill off someone and then magically they reappear later on in the book.  Sometimes it happens.  

On page 76 I killed a character or, at least, implied they were dead. Then on page 348 VOILA they were resurrected and having a conversation. 

Oh the magic that is second draft, how I loath and love thee!