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Irons in the Fire

I dream someday of just writing. I have so many other obligations that I can’t write as much as I’d like. This week, I’ve been writing like crazy on my newest novel Bullet, which I hope will be available to you sometime this month. In the meantime, I’ve written a little bit more in Quickies (not sure when that one will be available, but I’ll keep adding to it until I think it’s big enough to warrant a book). I’ve also been working on the scene I promised to my Facebook friends, one where you can read Johnny and Katie’s first hookup from Johnny’s point of view (from Tangled Web). But for now, I still bemoan that I can’t just spend my entire life sipping Caramel Macchiatos at my local coffee café while writing my next juicy read.

Ah, well. It could be much worse. At least I have a computer and I can type a crazy amount of words per minute (making multiple typos at the speed of light!).

But enough whining. Let me tell you a little bit about Bullet, the stuff you don’t know and haven’t read on Goodreads or my Facebook page. First of all, I had a revelation recently, and it started with, of all things, a Twitter post where I mentioned that I love metal, but it’s not just about the music, and then I wondered if some of us women also objectify the men we worship. Yes, there are a few women in metal, but let’s face it: by and large, it’s a boys’ club. Now…I’m okay with that, because the boys are very good at what they do, and it takes a special woman to hold her own (and I’m damn proud that they’re out there!!!).

So how does this tie into Bullet? Well, a couple of ways. The first is that the main character Valerie, about midway through the book, makes the same observation I did here. More than that, though, I’ve realized while writing the book that I do tend to put these musicians on a pedestal, but it’s not just because they’re good looking. It’s because, through their music, they touch something inside me. And it’s not just the words they write; it’s also the music. It’s everything together, and it’s something that people who don’t like metal don’t always understand. Metal’s not just music. It’s more than that. It’s bigger than the sum of its parts. It’s a language to those who write it and listen to it. And that’s a good part of why I incorporate the music in all the books I write–because it speaks to me just like a beautiful painting or a good book does, or even a powerful poem or a classical piece by Tchiakovsky.

So…I’ve been rambling this evening. Too much writing today, I fear. But, in all seriousness, I’d like to assure the men of metal that it has never been my intent to objectify them in my worship, because as a woman, I myself wouldn’t appreciate being objectified. However, I hope they like being worshipped, because I frankly don’t see a way around that. LONG LIVE METAL! \m/

Yeah, I’m a Hardcore Fan. So What?

I received a review recently (yeah, yeah…so I’m still glancing at them on occasion–I just can’t seem to help myself!) that left me a little bemused but it also made me smile. In it, the reviewer said that Tangled Web was reminiscent of fan fiction. In fact, she (I’m just going to assume the reviewer was a woman, since 99 percent of my readers are female–no offense, guys) went so far as to say that one of Johnny’s bands (I’m not clear which one in the book she was referring to) reminded her of a popular metal band of today. Now, before I start gushing about music and how Tangled Web could be considered fanfic, let me dispel dear reader’s thoughts.

While Johnny and some of the other guys in the book might remind many readers of real-life bands, I would like to assure you that there is no particular band I had in mind while writing that book. I know some writers have done that when writing their books (that is, based characters on band members, etc.), and I do not hold them in judgment, because they’ve written some damn good sh*t, but such was not the case with Tangled Web. This particular reviewer even named the band she thought my book was based on. Out of all the bands out there, that certain band is one of my least favorites and, therefore, least likely to spur my imagination (although I know there are plenty of women who love, love, LOVE them, including a good many of my fans), so I found the review amusing.

However, it made me realize that I’d like to admit something to all of you, although I’m sure you realized it long ago. I am a HUGE fangirl. There. I said it. I admit it. I can now seek counseling for it. All joking aside, I do think it’s important for me to acknowledge this much–that while I don’t write with specific bands or people in mind, I am a huge fan of hard rock and heavy metal, and I always will be. It is that music that drives a good many of the themes in my books, particularly the rock books, but all of them touch on music a little, even if just in passing. So–in that regard–dear reader was absolutely correct. All my work could be considered fanfic in that I gush about music, love music, couldn’t imagine a day without it, and can’t even write without it. In fact, I’ve got music coming out of my computer as I type this.

While we’re on the subject of music, let me tell you just how much it influences me in my everyday life. When I get an unwanted earworm (you know, when you hear or think about a song and then it gets stuck in your head, rolling around in there over and over and over again, driving you mad until something else replaces it), I become a total grouch! If it’s a song I like, it’s allowed–hell, invited–to take up residence in my ol’ noggin, but if it’s something I find annoying, it really does influence my mood. I constantly have a song stuck in my head and often wake up with a song playing in there–usually it’s something I like. But I can also concentrate better when I’ve got music playing, drowning out the rest of the world, whether I’m in my office or at home pounding away on the keyboard (the computer keyboard, that is). And while I’m writing a book, I will sometimes play particular music to “set the mood”–with Tangled Web, for instance, I listened to Korn’s Issues CD (don’t ask me why, but I think that album’s sound is sexy as hell), as well as some Stone Sour and some Disturbed. But Katie and Johnny hook up while that particular Korn CD is playing in the background, so I let it set the mood in my head. When I was writing Everything But, I played Motley Crue’s Too Fast for Love CD and one Deftones’ song (“Change”) over and over. No Place to Hide, I played Judas Priest’s Defenders of the Faith. Right Now, I played a lot of System of a Down (no particular reason why–I just felt like it!). However, I constantly have music playing while I’m writing. I have to. I can’t write without it!

But, back to the original reason for this post–yes, everyone, I’m a huge metalhead, and I’m a big-time fangirl. I am constantly inspired in general to write about that passion, but, no, unfortunately, I can’t point to one specific band or person who has inspired me to write something in particular. Should that ever happen, you’ll be the first to know!

BLIND Releases Next Week!

I know what you’re thinking: FINALLY!!!

But before we dwell on the next Nicki Sosebee book, I just want to tell you I am thankful. Yes, I know we all reflect on what we’re grateful for on Thanksgiving Day, and we should, but we don’t always thank those whom we should. So this is my chance to thank YOU. I may not have ever “talked” to you through email or on Facebook or Twitter, but you’ve read my words and let me become a part of your life, even if in a small way. I am more thankful for that than you know.

So…on to Blind. I have had so many fans ask, “When’s it gonna be released?” And I know that’s because I promised it for Halloween. Well, if you’ve followed me at all, you know I’ve confessed that this damn story has become a lot bigger than I’d thought. Not quite Innocent Bystander size, but certainly a lot bigger than other Nicki books. So it took me longer to get it on paper. However, that’s done now and I have officially moved into the revision/editing phase, which is considerably shorter and also lets me make an announcement of when it will be published, and I can say it with confidence. Look for Blind to appear on Amazon and Barnes & Noble sometime next week, the week of 11/25/12.

As my way of apologizing (and getting you excited as hell for the book!!!), please accept this excerpt from Blind. Oh, and please let me know what you think. Enjoy your Thanksgiving and try not to get too stuffed!

*****

“Sean, I know it’s the last thing you want to do, but I’m at a dead end. This is important information.”

His voice was dangerously low. “And you think, just because you sucked this guy’s c*ck one time, that he’ll just volunteer any information you want to know? Are you out of your f***ing mind?”

She glared at him. “Who said I sucked his c*ck and what the f**k does it matter? That’s not what I’m thinking about right now. I’m thinking I need to ask him some questions.”

Sean dropped the wrench he was holding on the bench. “It’s the idea, Nicki. You call him, you know what he’s going to think?” She folded her arms across her chest, digging in her heels. “And then I’m gonna have to beat the s**t out of him.”

“Come on, Sean. Be real. I call him; I tell him what I want to talk to him about. You come with me as usual so you know there won’t be any funny business.”

“Yeah, and I bet he’ll be really conversational if I’m there.”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take to make you happy.”

He stood still, just staring at her, his hands balled into fists so tight his knuckles were white. His jaw was clenched too, and Nicki could tell he was fighting to remain civil. He let out a breath and shook his head. “I won’t do it.”

She was ready to explode with anger. Why couldn’t he understand how important this was and that his possessiveness was now reaching too far? “I’ll get the information somewhere else if you won’t give it to me.”

He raised his eyebrows. He was silent for the longest time and they were at a draw. But his voice was still low when he said, “Are you out of your f**king mind?”

He’d asked her that just moments ago, like he really thought she was crazy. No, he was crazy, crazy with a jealousy she’d never seen before, not from any man she’d ever been with. That had to be why he was being so stubborn about the whole thing. And she didn’t think her usual feminine tactics would work. Otherwise, she’d cozy up to him and baby talk until he melted and gave in. So she felt like an old-time gunfighter at a showdown, and both she and Sean had their hands to their sides, ready to whip out their pistols.

And that’s when Jesse walked in. Sean saw him but said to Nicki, his voice low, “Don’t do it.” He was shaking his head slowly.

Jesse had that weird look on his face he’d been getting ever since he and Nicki broke up. He looked like a sad puppy, but one who was trying to look like everything was cool. It wasn’t as bad as it had been when they’d first broken up, but Nicki could still see it. As he got closer to where Sean and Nicki stood, his brows furrowed. Nicki wondered if he could tell what was going on. He said, “Do you need me to come back later?”

The way he asked it assured Nicki that he didn’t know, but if she didn’t back away now, he’s start to suspect–she was sure of that much. Sean wanted to tell Jesse personally when he was ready, so she was glad Jesse hadn’t figured it out. She gave Sean a look and said, “No, I was just leaving.” She knew that would p*ss him off, but she wasn’t too happy either. Dating or not, Sean had no right to tell her what she could and couldn’t do.

Her closing remark didn’t set well with him either, but he couldn’t exactly say much about it without showing Jesse his hand. He clenched his jaw, sending a ripple through the flesh there. Holy f**k, was he pissed. Nicki lowered her eyelids at him, trying to send a message that she could be just as angry. But then she turned to Jesse and infused her voice with honey. “Good to see you, Jesse. You’re lookin’ good.”

S**t. That might not have been a good idea either, but she didn’t care at this point. Sean had pushed the wrong button. And she hadn’t been lying. Jesse was looking good. For a month or two, he had seemed to stop caring about his appearance, and every time Nicki saw him, she felt guilty as hell and blamed herself for that. But she could tell Jesse gave a s**t again. His hair was a little longish and a little messy, but Nicki could tell it was artfully so. And if she wasn’t mistaken, he’d been working out. Something was different about him, and that was her guess. She smiled at him, turned on her heel, and walked back to Sean’s office where she grabbed her purse and coat. As she walked to the door that led outside, she said, “Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you. I’m a regular reporter for the Tribune now.”

And she shut the door, making a beeline for her car.

******

Happy Thanksgiving and be on the lookout for Blind next week!

Vanilla or Chocolate (or Strawberry…)?

I need to stop reading reviews of my work.

Those of you who are on my Facebook page already know I’ve said this. And I mean it!

When I first started out, I read reviews for a couple of reasons. One reason I read my reviews was because I like to highlight some of my favorite ones in the front of my books. Unless you preview the book, you might not even see those (Kindle skips directly to the first chapter, so you miss all the beginning goodies, things not everyone likes to read). But for anyone previewing the book who was on the fence, I thought good reviews might convince them to take a chance.

Another reason was so I could learn and grow as a writer. I took the reviews very seriously, good and bad, and tried to change some things. For example, several readers complained about how short my books were. Well, that wasn’t always something I could do anything about (after all, the story dictates the length, and there’s nothing I hate worse than unnecessary padding. I find it insulting), but I was willing to try. I let stories develop more slowly so readers could savor the build up. Well, I’m sure you can see where this is going. Two recent reviews complained that a plot dragged out and that my writing is too wordy.

So, the ultimate lesson is this: You can’t please everyone, so don’t even try!

I received another review recently that complained that the sex in Everything But was “very vanilla.” Well, I never claimed to be a BDSM writer. Stephen King tells us to write what we know, and I’ve never been brave enough to venture too far into those forests! I get the appeal, but let’s face it: there are authors out there who are good at writing that kind of thing, and I’m not one of them. I’m not going to torment my readers by trying to write about something I don’t have much experience in just to sell a couple more books.

But, in the midst of all my bemoaning that maybe “vanilla sex” isn’t what people want to read anymore, several of my Facebook fans assured me that they read my writing because they like it. They’re not looking for anything from me other than what I already do best. There are plenty of authors out there (starting with E L James but definitely not ending with her) who will take care of the other flavors of sex, and they will do it much better than I. I will focus on what I already do and what fans expect, AND…I will stop taking the reviews seriously.

The main reason why, other than they distract the heck out of me and make me fret needlessly: Any of you who have worked in customer service have heard about how one dissatisfied customer will go out of her way to tell everyone she knows about how lousy a company’s service or product was, but happy customers rarely do that. So…I need to tell myself that these “dissatisfied customers” are going to be vocal, but the happy ones are usually quiet. I will keep that in mind and keep writing…the only way I know how.

Hope you like vanilla!

Nicki Sosebee Blind Teaser

Okay…so Blind is running behind schedule for multiple reasons. I’m sorry! As an apology for my tardiness, I present to you part of the first chapter of Blind. I cut it short because it gets pretty…uh…steamy about there. Too many things to star out. I hope you enjoy this small excerpt, though! There’s more on the way very soon!!! I promise!

Chapter One

Nicki Sosebee was driving home after stopping by the grocery store. She didn’t go shopping that often, but she’d been thinking of making something for dinner for her and her new boyfriend Sean.

God, she still couldn’t wrap her mind around that thought. Sean was her f***ing boyfriend.

Hell, he was her lover.

They’d been together for about a week, and Nicki still had a hard time believing it, probably because they’d avoided a relationship for far too long. And they still hadn’t talked much about it, maybe because Sean couldn’t believe it either.

So Nicki decided to cook dinner for them. She’d had more free time lately, thanks to her job as a waitress at Napoli. Ever since new owners had taken over, her hours had been cut, and since she and Sean had hooked up, she hadn’t minded much. He’d let her move into his apartment to help with her expenses, so she was able to live on less. She still earned money through her work as a freelance reporter at the Winchester Tribune as well, but it only paid when she wrote.

She’d been lying low for a few days, though. She’d spent more than a month reporting on the meth problem in her town of Winchester, a problem that it seemed most residents had wanted to turn a blind eye to, and she’d pointed a finger at one of the richest, most influential citizens as being behind it all. Nicki was convinced that a prostitute she’d interviewed had been killed because of her last article, so even though she wanted to do more, she was waiting a few days for the dust to settle.

Lucky Sean would get all of her extra attention.

She’d spent the day at her parents’ house, just visiting and chatting with her mother. And the whole time, Nicki hadn’t said a word about her relationship with Sean.

It was weird…it wasn’t that Nicki was ashamed or embarrassed. Hell no. And it wasn’t like her infatuation had ever been secret. In fact, she’d thought her attraction to Sean had been well disguised, but apparently even her mother knew. The only reason why Nicki had even figured that one out had been from her mother’s comments when Nicki had first moved in with Sean. Her mother had clarified, wanting to make sure they would just be roommates.

She knew what caused part of her reluctance to tell. Her best friends Brandy and Jillian hadn’t ever seemed to care much for Sean. They’d both thought Sean had just been stringing Nicki along. Now Nicki knew better. He’d just felt vulnerable, like she herself had.

That wasn’t all of it, though. Nicki was almost afraid that if she said anything, it would curse the magic…break the spell. Well, she’d thought that at first. Now, though, she just didn’t care. Eventually, she knew, everyone would find out, but she wasn’t in any big hurry to put out a press release.

In the meantime, though, she wanted to swing by Sean’s shop. He didn’t always leave right at five o’clock, because he’d usually stay there and work out. He’d moved all his exercise equipment to his garage when Nicki had moved in so she could stay in his extra bedroom. Maybe now that she didn’t actually sleep in there anymore, he could move it all back.

She drove to his garage and saw light spilling out of the bay door windows. Yep…he was still there. She wanted to let him know she was cooking dinner so he wouldn’t bring anything home. Turned out Sean cooked more than she did, and she didn’t want him to swing by the store too. Sure, she could have called him, but she wanted to see him. She hadn’t seen him since lunch time and she felt like she was dying.

The door was unlocked but she could hear sounds of…hmmm…not his usual poison. Usually, Sean cranked Godsmack or Pantera when he worked, but not today. But he played hard and heavy music, especially when he was working, so maybe he was still tinkering on his latest bike. And she finally identified the CD as she reached the door…it was Mötley Crüe’s Shout at the Devil, about midway through.

She opened the door, though, and saw him in the corner farthest from the door, and then the full blast of the music hit her. Sean had a boxing bag–a speed bag, Nicki thought he’d called it–hanging in the corner, but he also had a Bowflex tucked away next to it. Since Sean did most of his bike work closer to the middle of the garage, near the office area, his exercise equipment didn’t look out of place and it certainly wasn’t crowding the work area. In fact, Nicki had almost forgotten he’d moved it here.

Sean was moving his arms rhythmically and at a pace that Nicki figured had given the piece of equipment the name speed bag in the first place. He was moving his arms to a steady rhythm, matching the beat of “Red Hot,” the song that was blaring out of the speakers. Just as soon as the side of one fist would smack the bag, the next one would follow up, and so on and so on. It was almost mesmerizing, and after standing just inside the doorway for a minute, Nicki had to shake herself out of her hypnotic daze.

She set her purse on his workbench and continued walking toward the corner, in a trance from the steady beat he was pounding out. It was chilly in the garage, but Sean wasn’t wearing a shirt, and as Nicki got closer, she appreciated the view. Sean’s biceps–not bulky but muscular just the same–were glistening in spite of the cool air, and the definition stood out, probably because he was working them out. She said his name but not loudly enough, because he didn’t even turn, even though she was just two yards away. So she decided to touch him lightly on the shoulder and then move into his line of sight. The way he was turned, he couldn’t see her.

And as she approached, she continued taking in details about her boyfriend, all the things she’d always loved about Sean…not just his well-cared-for physique, but his tousled dark blonde hair, his flared sideburns, his smattering of tattoos. She couldn’t see her favorite one, the acronym BAMF tattooed on the knuckles of his right hand, because he had both hands wrapped in gauze. From this angle, she couldn’t see his dark blue eyes or the soul patch on his chin either, but she knew she would soon enough.

As she touched his upper arm with her fingertips, he responded, not missing a beat, but it was almost like Sean wasn’t in his own body. In an instant that passed so quickly Nicki couldn’t register what happened, Sean spun, grabbing her arm and turning her more than one-hundred-eighty degrees, pushing her back up against the wall. The curled-up fist on his other arm was just inches from her face. By the time Sean gained control of himself, realizing it was Nicki, she was breathless, her nerves tingling, her body filled with fear.

Her breath was rapid but shallow, and she knew that Sean’s brain must have been turned off while he’d been beating on the bag, working out his demons. His blue eyes searched her brown ones as though he were confused, trying to sort out what had just happened. In that moment, she realized she’d put her hands on his chest in a self-defensive maneuver that actually wouldn’t have done s**t if his basic instincts had followed through.

Instead she saw Sean emerge, his eyes flooding with understanding, but the look was still mixed with a primal energy that Nicki had never seen in him before. And she felt the hunger deep in the pit of her belly, a hunger for Sean that had been with her so long, she didn’t think it would ever be satisfied.

F**k. Sean had been just inches away from hitting her in the face and she was turned on?

Yeah. And she couldn’t tell if her uneven breathing was caused by fear or arousal. She couldn’t explain it, nor did she want to. Not right now anyway. Her eyes searched his, and she saw his pupils widen, probably in response to her. So she kissed him, unable to hold herself back anymore, and he responded, his tongue in her mouth the instant her lips touched his. He pressed up against her, and she knew then that she wanted him, right then and there, even though it was cold in the garage.

Reading Order of Nicki Sosebee Books (Spoiler Free) and More Nicki News!

I realized recently that, while I was trying to do readers a favor by listing the Nicki books in order, I’ve probably given some spoilers in the descriptions. So I’ve relisted them here without spoilers (more basic descriptions). But, while we’re on the topic of Nicki, I wanted to throw myself on my sword right now. Hard as I’ve tried, Blind isn’t going to be ready by Halloween. I’m getting close, but it’s just not ready yet. Hang tight. When I know for sure, I’ll let you know. The story’s not quite done, but I also have to do some collaboration with a local band who is going to “guest star” in the book, and the cover’s not done yet. Close, though!

Anyway, without further ado, here’s the politely revised list of Nicki Sosebee books in order:

1. Got the Life

Nicki Sosebee has been working low-paying jobs ever since she finished school, but now that she’s older, she wants more. She’s a novice reporter trying to learn the ropes. Just as she’s getting her career goals on track, though, her love life gets worse and worse. Sure, she has no problems picking up good-looking guys for brief flings, but relationships? Out of the question. Maybe it’s because Sean, her gorgeous best friend, just can’t see her as more than a buddy. So when Sean encourages her as she pursues her first headline-producing story, Nicki realizes that her life’s pretty sweet…if only she can live long enough to see tomorrow’s front page.

2. Dead

Nicki’s love life might suck, but her sex life is great. The only way both could be spectacular would be if her best friend Sean would look at her as more than just a friend. Nicki knows she’s stuck in the friend zone, so she focuses her energies on her job. She’s becoming a better reporter every day, so when her editor asks her to interview a local politician, Nicki is thrilled. But when the politician’s secretary ends up dead, it’s anybody’s guess as to who did it. Nicki has a few ideas, though, and finds herself in deep trouble as she pokes her nose where she thinks it belongs.

3. No Place to Hide

The Tribune publishes an article warning the women of Winchester that there is a sexual predator on the loose in the streets of the town they once thought was safe. Danger doesn’t stop Nicki, though, and it’s not till it’s too late that she discovers the criminal in the place she least suspects…and there’s no one who can save her this time.

4. Right Now

Nicki is becoming a better reporter, so much so that her boss Neal leans on her more and more to get the good stuff. So when a rash of robberies hits the downtown Winchester area, Nicki is reporting the damage…and probably getting a little too close for the bad guys’ comfort.

5. One More Time

Nicki notices there is a big problem with the homeless population in Winchester, and the local shelter doesn’t have any more room for them. Nicki becomes irate when the City Council decides to do everything in its power to drive the homeless out of town, because she has other ideas.

6. Lost

The teenage daughter of a Winchester lawyer is kidnapped, and Nicki reports on the crime, hoping readers can offer clues to the authorities and find the girl…before it’s too late. But what Nicki discovers leaves her horrified.

7. Innocent Bystander

Nicki, now disillusioned, realizes that she is but a tiny cog in a big machine, and she begins to feel like she’s going to be swallowed up. As she opens her eyes to all that’s around her, her life begins to fall apart. She loses her car, her apartment, and almost loses her job, all to circumstances beyond her control, and the bad guys have nothing to do with it. But, through adversity, Nicki learns what she’s made of. She begins to dig deep into the underbelly of Winchester, and she finds that the drug trade isn’t just for the junkies.

8. Blind (not yet released)

Nicki is angry. Now that she’s seen what the people in power will do to keep their control, she knows she has to play it safe. She’s threatened to topple their thrones and they’re feeling nervous. But she’s also feeling guilty about the murder of a prostitute whom she thinks she was responsible for, so she makes it her mission to help all the women of the night working in Winchester. And she does it the only way she knows how—by reporting what she’s learned.

Questions? Shoot me a quick email or post here!

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Coming Soon…to an eBookstore Near You!

Just for the record, I write for you.  YES, you!

But I also write for me.  That means that sometimes my plans change.  And I’m sorry for that.  I’m going to be switching around my book writing plans based on a fire burning in my belly, but I wanted to give you a heads up.

Blind (Nicki Sosebee #8)–still on target to be my next new release, and I’m still shooting for a 10/31/12 release date, but I may be a little late on that.  I’m trying, though!  Bear with me!!!  I’ve had a lot of stuff in my pain-in-the-butt real life slowing me down, but don’t worry.  I’m hoping the content will more than make up for any extra wait you might have.  This one has been difficult but fun to write.  I’m relishing the whole Sean-Nicki romance. 

Quickies (short story collection)–I’m going to back burner this.  The main reason why is because November is NaNoWriMo, and I don’t want to “waste” that valuable writer-connection (write your a$$ off) time writing a collection of short stories that’s already half done.  I’d rather focus on a full-length novel in November, and that’s the plan.  So…look for this later on.

Old House (horror story)–this is the book I intend to focus on in November.  I already have two solid chapters to it and a full (though loose) plot.  Kenzie, college student who’s had a helluva disturbing semester, comes home at Christmas to visit her family, their new house, and an old (HOT!) high school friend. She finds out that there’s a lot more to the house than her family warned her about…

Nicki Sosebee #9 (no title yet)–I’m going to try to release this one by 12/31/12.  Look for a big Jesse surprise in this one…

Next Tangled Web book (no title yet)–1/31/13

If all goes according to plan, here are my other loose plans:

2/28/13–Nicki #10
3/31/13–Quickies
4/30/13–tentative title Bullet–yet another rock star story.  I wrote this book a LONG time ago.  I’ve scrapped most of it and it was never going to see the light of day, but I figured out a way to make it work.  If you like my other rock star books, you’ll love this one.
5/31/13–Nicki #11
6/30/13–Tangled Web#4

Whew.  I’m tired just thinking about it.  So I’d better keep up with the mad pace.  Love you guys!

Oh, and in case you hadn’t already seen it on my Facebook page, here’s the new MADversary cover:

Worst Mother-new cover!

This is the new cover that will be appearing on Worst Mother sometime this week:

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