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February 19, 2017
William and Raven - Valentine Outtake
Beauty and the Beastly book blog was kind enough to post this special outtake featuring William and Raven.
It's written first person, from William's perspective:
https://beautyandthebeastlybooks.word...
The Spanish translation of the outtake can be found here: https://t.co/lo7wdLYQpb
Thank you to Ana of SRFansSpain for translating.
And thank you for reading,
SR
February 16, 2017
Valentine Outtake - Gabriel & Julia
Over the years, I've written several outtakes and also posted deleted scenes from my novels.
Here is a link to a Valentine Outtake featuring Gabriel and Julia you may have missed:
https://t.co/pmYDjznme8
You can always search my website to find other special content. I also try to post the links on Twitter and Facebook.
Thank you for reading,
SR
February 10, 2017
#TheRaven is On Sale
#TheRaven is on sale for $4.99 on both Amazon.com and Amazon.ca :
https://www.amazon.com/Raven-Florenti...
And Amazon Canada:
https://www.amazon.ca/Raven-Florentin...
Thank you for reading,
SR
January 22, 2017
Book Signing
Dear Everyone,
I hope that your new year is off to a good start.
As a response to many requests from readers, I am signing paperback copies of my novels for Pages Bookstore. They ship worldwide. You can order the books and request how you’d like them autographed here. The deadline for ordering is January 30th.
My second series, The Florentine Series, is now complete. You can order the final book, “The Roman,” here.
“Gabriel’s Inferno” was listed as one of the top 100 romance reads by Goodreads. You can view the entire list here.
Also, “Gabriel’s Inferno” was chosen by Cosmopolitan magazine as the book to read after EL James’ “Fifty Shades of Grey.” You can read the article here.
You’re probably wondering what I’m writing next. I’m working on a contemporary love story/suspense novel, set in Paris. I hope that the novel will be released later this year. More details forthcoming.
I released a teaser about the novel in the Argyle Empire Facebook chat yesterday, and Monica very kindly created an edit you can view here. Thank you Monica.
Don’t forget to subscribe to this website in order to receive updates via email.
All the best and thank you for reading,
SR
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January 7, 2017
Visiting Florence with EL James
Dear Everyone
Two years ago, I had the great pleasure of visiting Florence with my friend, EL James, before the release of my Florentine Series. We have known one another for several years, having met while we were both writing fan fiction. Back in those days, our interactions online would sometimes develop into a story of sorts. When we had the chance to visit Florence together, I recorded what happened. What follows is a co-authored account of our adventure.
I hope you enjoy it.
October 2014
Florence, Italy
The Prince of Florence stands on the top of Brunelleschi’s dome as last rays of sunlight fade from the sky. He races over the rooftops to stand on the top of the Loggia dei Lanzi, inspecting the Piazza below. Voices lift from the steps of the Loggia as two authors embrace and begin talking. He inclines his ear in order to eavesdrop on the conversation …
SR: “Hello Miss James, and welcome to Florence. I’ll be your tour guide for the evening. We’ll take a short walk and then maybe hire a carriage to take us to dinner. Do you like sushi?”
EL: ”It’s lovely to see you SR – and in your trademark Argyle socks. Thank you for agreeing to be my guide. And yes, I love sushi.”
SR: ”Excellent. The structure behind us is called the Loggia dei Lanzi, which is an open air monument that includes a few statues. In front of us is the Piazza della Signoria. It’s after sunset here in Florence and the locals are already milling about, enjoying the weather and having a drink in one of the bars before dinner.”
EL: ”It’s stunning. I think I need a minute to admire the view.”
SR: “Certainly. We’re fortunate there’s an orchestra playing to our right in front of the Palazzo Vecchio. I believe they’re playing Verdi. We can see a few couples dancing, lots of tourists sitting on the steps near us, and of course, families with children going for a walk.”
EL: (inhales) “The air is heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke from one of the bars, citrus from the potted lemon trees nearby and …”
SR : (Inhales deeply) “Some kind of perfume you’re wearing that smells exquisite. I’ll try hard not to sniff you – too much.”
EL: (blushing and giggling) It’s called Beyond Paradise by Estée Lauder. And thank you…
SR: (still sniffing) “It really is remarkable. And you look beautiful, by the way. I can’t help but notice those very fine looking shoes …”
EL: (clears throat) “Maybe we should walk.”
SR: (bowing) “Of course. Of course. Allow me to take your arm as we walk down the steps. I wouldn’t want you to turn your ankle in those high heels. I may have to photograph those for the Professor.”
EL: “I’m glad you think the Professor will appreciate these shoes. How is he?”
SR: “The Professor is doing well – considering. There’s a story I need to tell you about him.
“But before I begin, let’s turn the corner and wander over to the Uffizi Gallery so you can see it.”
EL: “Wow. So this is the famous Uffizi Gallery! Can we see inside or is it too late?”
SR: “I’m sorry to say it’s after hours. But I would be honored to give you a tour of the Gallery tomorrow.I know the Director, Dottor Vitali, and I’m sure he’d welcome you.
“Most of the world’s artwork from the Renaissance is housed in Florence and many of the most impressive pieces are here, at the Uffizi. They have Botticelli’s “Primavera” and “Birth of Venus,” along with works by DaVinci and Michelangelo.
EL: “Yes. Let’s go tomorrow. I love Primavera. Such a fascinating painting. I was studying it recently on the Google Art Project. You can zoom right in and see the brush strokes. I’d love to see it in person.”
SR: “It would be a pleasure to show it to you.
“Now we’re standing in the u-shaped courtyard formed by the Uffizi. If you look to your left, you’ll see a statue of Dante. In most representations, Dante looks perturbed.”
EL: “He does! He’s wearing a fine crown of leaves.
SR: “Here at the Uffizi is where the most recent story of the Professor begins. In 2011, the Professor decided to lend his set of Botticelli’s illustrations of Dante’s “Divine Comedy” to the Uffizi, under the supervision of the Director, Dottor Vitali.”
EL: ”I love that the Professor has decided to share his illustrations with the world. But he’s owned them and kept them secret for years. Why did he decide to share them after all this time?”
SR: “That is a very good question. His wife, Julianne, persuaded him that such works of beauty should be shared. The Vatican and the Staatliche Museum in Berlin have many of the original Botticelli illustrations but some of them have been lost. Gabriel’s set of copies are complete. So he owns images that haven’t been seen since the 16th century, when Botticelli completed them. Unfortunately, this is where the story takes a dark turn …”
At this point, SR looks around the courtyard nervously.
EL : “Oh, I’m all ears. What happened?”
SR: (whispering) ”I just need to be sure no one is eavesdropping. I have information that hasn’t been made public and I’m worried someone may be listening. But it appears the coast is clear, so I can tell you.
“Unfortunately, for Gabriel and Julia, the illustrations were stolen right out of the Uffizi in May of 2013.”
EL: “Oh No! That’s terrible!!!!”
SR: ”Take note of where we are standing, in the centre of the U, with the gallery on three sides. At the time of the robbery, this entire area was cordoned off and swarming with Italian police and Interpol agents. It was the biggest robbery in Uffizi history.”
EL: “Have the illustrations been recovered? Were the thieves ever found?”
SR peers around once more, paying special attention to roof of the Uffizi.
A mysterious figure, dressed in black, stares down at them from a convenient vantage point, absolutely invisible to the people below.
SR: “This is where the story gets interesting. When the police investigated the robbery, they noticed that the Uffizi’s security systems were still enabled. They hadn’t been switched off and they hadn’t been tripped. They weren’t any fingerprints found in the exhibition hall in which the illustrations were displayed and there weren’t any signs of forced entry in the building. One evening, the illustrations simply disappeared. But whomever stole them left behind a note, written in Latin: “Vengeance is mine. I will repay.”
EL: “That’s chilling! And such a mystery… and such a shame. I would have loved to have seen them!”
At this point, SR isn’t listening but seems intent on staring at an obscure shadow situated on the roof.
EL: “What is it?” (EL follows SR’s gaze)
SR: ”Don’t be alarmed, but I’m getting the impression someone may be watching us. I think we’d better head back to the Piazza and wend our way toward dinner. Are you all right to walk across the cobblestones or should we hire a carriage?”
An appreciative look is directed at EL’s shoes.
EL: “It’s such a beautiful evening. I’d love to walk, with your help of course.
And you’re right, I have the feeling we’re being watched. Is that ridiculous?”
SR: “Caution is never ridiculous in Florence after sunset. Let me escort you back to the Piazza. We’ll melt into the crowds and walk toward the Ponte Vecchio. But we must be careful. The very buildings have ears.”
EL: (whispers) “Tell me more about the Professor. I’ve missed him.”
They walk back to the Piazza under the watchful eyes of the creature on the roof.
SR: “Unfortunately for the Professor, his illustrations have not been recovered. It’s been over a year since the robbery and the thieves haven’t been found. Gabriel put a lot of time and money into the investigation initially, but there came a point when he stopped.
EL: ”Why did he stop? His wife must feel awful if she persuaded him to show the illustrations. Poor Julia.”
SR: “Precisely. She took the news very hard and was very upset about it, as was Gabriel. Given the attachment they both had to the illustrations – illustrations, I should emphasize, that were of Dante and Beatrice, one might wonder why they stopped their support of the investigation.”
“The Italian police and Interpol are still in search of the illustrations. But there has been no sign of them – even on the black market. Certainly, the police don’t appear to have any suspects. At least, none that they have made public. So why would Gabriel suddenly wash his hands of it? I have a theory.”
SR looks around carefully as they exit the Piazza and begin walking toward the street that leads to the Ponte Vecchio.
EL: (thoroughly intrigued) “I’d love to hear your theory.”
SR: (whispering) “Florence changes after dark.”
EL: “A shiver just ran up my spine. How so?”
SR: (smiling bravely) I can’t promise to best anyone who accosts us, Miss James, but I shall die trying. Certainly, I can shout loudly for help – in multiple languages.”
EL: “I have killer heels on. You’re in safe hands… um… feet!”
SR laughs.
SR: “You are very brave, Miss James. But I hope it won’t come to that.
“There have always been legends that there are two cities in Florence – the Florence of the day and the Florence of the night. Legends abound as to a secret city that lies underneath this one, populated by strange creatures.”
EL: (holding SR’s arm more tightly) “Creatures?”
SR: “Beings that are – shall we say – not human.”
“Let’s turn left, toward the Ponte Vecchio, which is a charming pedestrian bridge that has shops on it. But instead of going across the River Arno, we’re going to turn right on a side street and head in the direction of a hotel, whose restaurant serves the best sushi in the city. And I shall continue my story on the way.”
EL: “Can we stand for a moment and admire the view? I hope the creatures are not abroad tonight. It’s such a mild evening. It doesn’t seem possible.”
SR: ”You’ll notice that every few steps there is a gelateria. We’ll have to try some after dinner. On this street and on the bridge there are lots of artisans and jewellers.”
EL: “I was looking at the jewellers earlier. And I’d love a lemon gelato.”
SR: “Lemon is my favourite, as well. Although I’d like to introduce you to pink grapefruit. It’s very refreshing. We just have to be sure to stay on the main streets and not venture into any dark alleys.”
EL: “Are you referring to the creatures or street crime in general? Or are the two related?” (EL looks nervously over her shoulder)
SR: ”During the day, Florence is a safe city. Here in the downtown core, even after dark the streets are filled with people, even families with children. But there have been reports of missing people, on occasion, and strange phenomena. For example, there’s an artist named Victoria, who I admire, who claims to have seen a man dressed in black standing at the top of Brunelleschi’s dome, where there is no scaffolding or balcony.”
EL: (Looks in the direction of the Duomo, which isn’t visible from the street because of the distance and the buildings)
“I can’t see anything at the moment,but I do have an uncanny feeling that we’re being watched. All I see are these beautiful, renaissance buildings. So old and brimming with history. (EL shivers) But on reflection it’s easy to imagine there is another, secret side to this wonderful city. A darker side…”
SR: “This was my reaction years and year ago when I first came to Florence. What if there were an underworld society, connected with this one, but the inhabitants only ventured from their caverns after dark?”
EL: “What if…? Maybe we should hurry along to our dinner destination. I’ll walk as fast as my heels will let me.”
SR: “Now that we’re on the side street, we just need to turn left up here and we’ll come to the hotel. This particular hotel is a favourite of Gabriel and Julia’s – they always stay here when they visit the city. Since it’s a lovely evening, I’ll just ask the host to seat us outside on their raised patio. As we turn the corner, you should be able to see it in the distance. It’s lit with candles.”
EL: “Oh it’s beautiful. And so romantic. No wonder the Professor and Julia like this place.”
SR: “Should we sit outside then? Or perhaps my tales of Florence’s underworld have been too much?”
EL: “No, outside would be lovely. It’s such a wonderful evening. Maybe we’ll get a glimpse of this underworld you’re talking about from the safety of the restaurant.”
The host welcomes them enthusiastically and quickly seats them at a comfortable table for two on the patio, underneath a large awning.
SR: “It’s funny you should mention that. After Gabriel’s last stay at this hotel, he quit Florence and washed his hands of the robbery investigation.”
EL: “Really? Why did he do that?”
SR: (Picking up the wine list) “You’re going to need a drink for this story. Let me just order a bottle and ask the server to bring some appetizers. They have deep fried asparagus that’s fantastic. I can also recommend their Philadelphia roll.”
EL: “Wine and tempura asparagus sounds perfect. I can’t wait to hear more.
“For wine, I’d prefer a crisp Gavi di Gavi. Perfect with tempura.”
EL nods at the waiter and shortly thereafter, the wine is served. The two authors toast one another and the city of Florence.
EL: (sipping) “Oh it’s delicious. This wine recently became a favourite while I was in Vancouver.”
SR: “I’d like to hear more about your adventures filming in Vancouver. I’ll have to ply you with gelato in order for you to tell me about the creatures that lurk about in Vancouver’s underworld.”
EL: “There are many, believe me. So tell me why the Professor quit this rather wonderful hotel?”
SR: “This is an exceptional hotel. Impeccable service. Beautiful rooms. Gabriel and Julia always stayed in one of the penthouse suites, which has a terrace. Unfortunately, during their last visit they seem to have had an unwelcome visitor, of the two-legged variety.”
EL: “No!!! That must have been terrifying.
“Are they okay?”
SR: “I believe so. Truthfully, it was difficult to get any information out of Gabriel and I tried on several occasions when I was visiting he and Julia in Boston. She was much more forthcoming. It seems that during their last stay at this hotel, while Julia was asleep, Gabriel woke up to find the door to the terrace wide open. The room was dark. And he sensed – a dark presence.”
EL: “Holy shit!”
SR: “That was my reaction, as well.
“Apparently, Gabriel didn’t see anything, but he certainly felt something.”
At this point, SR pauses thoughtfully and takes a drink.
“In the past, Gabriel has seen things that defied explanation. Based on those events and his description of what happened in the hotel room, Julia thinks he was visited by a ghost.”
EL: ”That’s another shiver up my spine! Having said that – in a city with this much history – there must be many ghosts.”
SR: “Once again, that’s my reaction, as well. In a city as old as Florence, who knows what lurks around the corner?
“I don’t have my glasses on, but if you were to look at the hotel across the street and turn your attention on the roof, it looks as if there may be a dark figure standing there …or maybe it’s an aerial.” (squinting) “I can’t tell.”
EL: “I have excellent long sight.” (stares at the roof of the building) “No, I don’t see anything.
“But I think I need more wine.”
SR: (Refills both glasses) “The morning after Gabriel had his ‘visitation,’ he packed up Julia, and Katherine Picton, who was staying in the hotel room next to them, and demanded they leave Florence. He said he felt the city wasn’t safe – that something was after them. So whatever visited him wasn’t benevolent; it was malignant. And it seemed to take a personal interest in them.”
EL: (Takes a long sip of wine) “That’s scary.”
SR: (Glancing up in the direction of the penthouse) “Gabriel spent the rest of his summer in Umbria and refused to return to Florence. When the director of the Uffizi contacted him about the police investigation of the robbery, Gabriel said he was washing his hands of it.”
EL: “Wow. I hope the police find the illustrations. Such a loss to the world!”
SR: ”Exactly. Ah. Here’s the tempura and the Philadelphia roll. Help yourself, Miss James.”
EL: ”This looks delicious. It’s the perfect antidote to all things dark and supernatural.”
SR: “I certainly hope so. So here is what we know so far: Gabriel acquired his illustrations in secret, but no one really knows where they came from. He lent them to the Uffizi and they were stolen mysteriously and without leaving any evidence of a break in. Subsequently, he experienced some kind of visitation, which caused him to flee the city and abandon the police investigation. And there’s some connection between all of this and this hotel.
(nibbles asparagus thoughtfully)
EL: (Glances with trepidation around the restaurant) “I hope the mystery is solved. I’m sure there must be a rational explanation for everything.” (takes another sip of wine!)
SR: “Even if there isn’t, I can’t give this restaurant up. It serves the best sushi in the city. I don’t care if there are supernatural beings around here. I’m addicted to this restaurant.”
EL: “Mmmm. I don’t blame you.
“Now let me tell you about Vancouver…”
Fin.
I hope that you are having a very good start to 2017 and that the year will bring you much happiness.
With the release of The Roman on December 6th, my Florentine Series is now complete. It consists of a novella, The Prince, and three novels: The Raven, The Shadow, and The Roman. You can read it in its entirety or listen to the audiobooks.
I’m writing a new book, which is a contemporary romance/suspense novel, set in Paris. I should be able to announce more about it soon.
Thank you for reading and a special thank you to EL James, who created our adventure in Florence with me,
SR
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December 31, 2016
Happy New Year – A New Year’s Outtake
Dear Everyone,
I posted the following New Year’s Eve Flashback by The Professor a few years ago. But there are so many new readers, some of you may have missed it. Here is The Professor’s account of New Year’s Eve past, before the opening of Gabriel’s Inferno. Enjoy.
“New Year’s Eve” by Professor Gabriel O. Emerson
In the past, New Year’s Eve was always bittersweet. I spent Christmas with my adoptive family before returning to my lonely condominium in Toronto.
By the time New Year’s Eve arrived, I’d be itching for human contact. So I’d do what I always did when I craved a connection. I’d walk to Lobby, my favourite club.
On New Year’s Eve it was difficult to get in. But on this particular evening, as on most nights since I became a club VIP, I was welcomed by the bouncer, who directed me to skirt the long line and enter the building.
I approached the bar and ordered my favourite drink – a double shot of Laphroaig, neat, with a side of spring water.
Within five minutes, I was sitting on a banquette near the wall, sipping Scotch and scanning the room.
My criteria for female companionship were simple. I preferred tall, leggy blondes but would occasional approach a red head or a brunette. I liked women who were attractive, confident, and intelligent. I avoided those whose mannerisms hinted at self-esteem issues or overt aggression. I also steered clear of women who arrived at Lobby in packs, since I found it tiresome to have to disengage them from their friends.
Halfway thru my Laphroaig, I saw her.
She had long hair the colour of corn silk and was dressed in a backless black dress. Her legs were encased in sheer stockings and she wore extravagantly high red-soled black heels.
I adjusted myself at the sight of her legs alone.
She sat at the bar with another woman, who was striking but not as attractive as her companion. They were involved in a relaxed conversation, their eyes occasionally darting to the men nearby.
As time wore on, I watched a few men send over drinks, or try to gain the women’s attention. Both the drinks and the men were rebuffed.
I found myself smiling. Few of the women at Lobby presented a challenge for me. This would be a rare delight.
I tipped back the last of my drink and approached the bar slowly, my eyes locked on hers. Her lovely red lips parted as I approached and it seemed she was holding her breath.
At the last minute, however, I made eye contact with the bartender and ordered another drink.
Then I waited.
I kept my posture straight, not bothering to lean against the bar. When I pursued a woman I liked to be the aggressor and I had no wish to appear as anything other than focused.
But first I had to get her attention.
I waited just long enough for her to wonder if I was going to approach her. Then I turned in her direction.
We made eye contact and I smiled at her briefly, before turning away as the bartender served my drink. I took a sip, then placed the glass on the bar.
“Hello.” Her throaty voice cut through the music of the club like a sword slicing silk.
“Hello.”
I gazed at her face appraisingly. She was even more beautiful up close – high cheekbones, large expressive eyes, and a mouth made for the first of the seven deadly sins.
My trousers grew even more snug at the thought.
“Can I buy you a drink?” she asked.
I lifted her hand, kissing the back of it. “No.”
Her green eyes grew wide.
She tried to withdraw her hand but I held it, stroking her palm with my thumb.
“I’ll buy you a drink and one for your friend. And then, I’ll ask you to dance.”
She lifted her eyebrows. “What makes you so sure I’ll say yes?”
I leaned over to bring my lips to her ear, dropping my voice to a whisper. “You’re the only woman I’ve spoken to this evening because you’re the only one I’m interested in. And you deserve to be a man’s first choice.”
I felt her shiver at my nearness and I restrained a smile.
“I’m your first choice?” she whispered back.
I traced the side of her neck with a single finger. “Yes.”
When I heard her breathing pause, I knew she was mine.
At least for New Year’s Eve.
-Professor Gabriel O. Emerson,
Associate Professor of Italian Studies
University of Toronto
Happy New Year, everyone. I hope that 2017 brings you happiness and blessings.
All the best and thanks for reading,
SR
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December 21, 2016
A Belize Outtake from “Gabriel’s Rapture”
Happy Holidays, Everyone.
A few years ago, I posted the following Belize outtake from Gabriel’s Rapture on a book blog. I’m reposting it as a way of saying thank you for your continued support, which is much appreciated.
The Belize Outtake
“Do you ever paint your toes?” Gabriel stroked Julia’s ankle, before sliding his thumb along her instep.
They were reclining in bed, she with her head on a pillow, he lying at her feet. The gentle rhythm of the rain hitting the roof of their hut filled the warm, humid air.
“Sometimes. But it’s so cold in my apartment, when I get out of the shower I just want to get dressed.”
Gabriel frowned, but continued his foot massage. “We have to move you out of that apartment.”
She sighed. “We talked about this.”
“You can paint your toes at my place.” He gave her searing look.
She wiggled toes. “Why wait? You can paint my toes here.”
“No.” He placed her foot gently on the bed.
“No? For a man with a shoe fetish, that’s very strident.”
“I don’t have a shoe fetish. I simply admire women’s shoes because they’re sexy and they enhance a woman’s attractiveness. I’m not into feet.”
“Oh, really, Professor?”
“Oh, really. So no toe painting, Miss Mitchell. Or toe sucking.” He winked and slid his hand up her calf.
“That’s disappointing,” she pouted. “What else can we do on a rainy afternoon?”
“I have a few ideas.”
In one swift movement he covered her and pressed their mouths together.
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“You’re very intense,” Julia breathed.
He was over her, inside her, his sapphire eyes focused and unblinking.
“I’m with a beautiful woman, having fantastic sex.” He increased his pace and moved to her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin.
“I feel as if we’re the only ones in the world.”
“Good,” he mumbled, kissing across her shoulder.
“You make me feel beautiful.”
In response, he licked her breast until she began to groan.
“I love you.”
Gabriel lifted his head. His eyes glittered, then grew determined.
“Nothing can separate us,” he growled, quickening his pace.
“Nothing can separate us because I love you.”
Without warning, Julia felt the pleasure overtake her and she moaned incoherently. Gabriel continued thrusting until he too, was overcome.
“Nothing,” he whispered, as he lay on top of her, their bodies covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. “Nothing.”
–
I want to wish you all the best for the holiday season and a happy and prosperous 2017. Thank you for your continued support of my writing. A special to thank you to everyone who took the time to write a review of The Roman. I’m so glad you enjoyed The Florentine Series.
I’m signing copies of all my books (including The Shadow and The Roman) for Pages bookstore in California. You’ll be able to order a personalized, autographed copy in time for Valentine’s Day. Details here. – with an order deadline of January 30th.
As I mentioned on Twitter, I’m writing a new novel, which is a contemporary romance/suspense set in Paris. I should be able to reveal more details soon.
All the best and thanks for reading,
SR
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December 18, 2016
Goodreads Giveaway of #TheRoman
Good Luck!
Thank you for reading and happy holidays,
SR
December 5, 2016
“The Roman” Releases Today
Dear Everyone,
I’m pleased to announce the release of the final book in The Florentine Series, The Roman, today. It has been an incredible journey through The Prince, The Raven, and The Shadow. I want to thank you for your continued support. I really appreciate it.
The Roman is available around the world, through iBooks, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Chapters, KOBO, Books a Million, The Book Depository (Featuring free delivery worldwide), Booktopia, FNAC, and other vendors and bookstores.
Audiobooks are also available through Audible and High Bridge Audio. You can listen to a sample of The Roman here.
The publisher of The Roman Audiobook is giving away five copies on Goodreads. You can enter here.
More giveaways are coming soon, including an additional giveaway of paperbacks on Goodreads. Stay tuned.
While you’re reading The Roman, you can listen to the playlist, which Iris-Elli of Argyle Empire compiled and placed on Spotify and YouTube.
Saida de Emergencia of Portugal and XYZ of the Czech Republic have acquired the rights to The Roman. I anticipate the release of their translations in 2017 and will post the dates as they become available.
If you’d like to request a digital autograph for The Roman or any of my novels, you can do so at Authorgraph.
Pages Bookstore in Manhattan Beach, California, sells autographed copies of my books, as well. They will be taking orders for personalized autographed copies of all my books, including The Shadow and The Roman, in the spring. I’ll let you know when the date is set.
All the best for this holiday season to you and those you love. Thank you for reading,
SR
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November 28, 2016
Update – The Gabriel Series Audiobooks coming to the UK
Dear Everyone,
UK readers – your voices have been heard. Penguin UK is making The Gabriel Series audiobooks available in the UK in January. Gabriel’s Inferno, Gabriel’s Rapture, and Gabriel’s Redemption will be available to you shortly. Each audiobook is read by the incomparable John Michael Morgan, who also narrated The Raven and The Shadow.
Thank you for reaching out to Penguin UK to let them know of your interest. They heard you and they are responding. And thank you SRFansUK for piloting this effort.
Thank you for listening,
SR
PS. Don’t forget that The Roman releases next week, December 6th, in the UK, North America, and around the world.
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