Some things about some things...

So Nocturnal is still in its first week. Oh look there's the cover.
And the synopsis:

Seventeen-year-old Ava-Claire Sullivan isn't one for doing the expected. Especially when she finds out her mother's cancer is terminal. After a crying session in the local cemetery where she's attacked by one strange guy and saved by another, she doesn't call the cops and let them take care of it. Because those guys definitely weren't your average hooligans. And the one who sort of saved her? Well, he's odd. He doesn't seem to breathe or smile or have anything better to do than wait in the cemetery for Ava to come back. Which she does. Call it morbid curiosity. There's just something about Peter. He also provides a much-needed escape from her mother's diagnosis and her tenuous relationship with her father. Even her best friends Jamie and Texas don't know what it's like to face death. But Peter does. He already has. But what price will Ava have to pay to keep her sanctuary? Her soul, perhaps?






And here's where you can buy it on Amazon. And here's where you can get it from Barnes and Noble.

Okay, self-promo done. I'll try not to do too much because it's annoying and it doesn't sell books. So there. It's done.

Sales have exceeded my expectations. When it's been out for a full week, I might post my figures. Or I might not. We'll see.

How about I promote someone else? Yeah, that sounds good. I'm reading Angellfall by Susan Ee and it's freaking awesome. It's one of those books you wish was longer because you read it so fast, and you try to slow down, but you can't because you. Have. To. Know. What. HAPPENS. This is one of those books. Basically the world has ended and it's been invaded by evil angels. Penryn is just trying to survive and take care of her mother and wheelchair-bound sister. But then her sister is kidnapped by the angels and her only chance to get her back is... an angel. One who's lost his wings. Oh sigh. This book doesn't skimp on the gory details, but I like that. The apocalypse isn't a pretty thing. But the cover is. Isn't it? I'd heard great things about this book, and yes, they are all true. So you should read it. Posthaste.




That's another thing. I have decided to use more old-timey words like posthaste. I've already posted twice about my love for the word swell. I would like to bring these words back. Because they're fancy and they sound neat. Yup, I just said neat. I'm on a ebook sales high. I'm not responsible for my actions. Also, I have lots of candy. And my momma bought me Hershey's kisses for Valentine's day. The bag is sitting right next to me. Calling me. Seducing me...

Wait, what? Where was I? I'm watching American Idol right now and it's group week. The group I just heard was awful. Just awful. This is really what separates the real singers from those who sing. And yes, there is a difference. Like people who write and writers. See what I did there? I swung that back around to make it about writing. Yeah, you caught that.

Okay, I'm done. I should really not blog when I'm like this. And I'm out.