First, thanks to those of you who’ve been so diligent in following the blog tour and promoting WILD MAN’S CURSE. I’ve been very disappointed in sales, but what are you gonna do? People will buy it, or they’ll pick up ten free book downloads to read instead, or wait and see if they win it somewhere. Anyway, thanks to those of you who have bought it, and taken the time to leave a review on Amazon. It is VERY much appreciated.
Just a quick snippet today–I’m writing this late at night when I’ve been cleaning frantically getting ready for house guests who only gave 24 hours’ notice, trying to work around an extremely bossy 90-year-old…..and I’m exhausted. And still have to do some day job nonsense that I got at 6 p.m. Friday night and is due first thing Monday a.m.
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So….this is a snippet from early in the second Wilds of the Bayou novel. Here, Jena Sinclair, a wildlife agent who is the former partner of Gentry, the hero of WILD MAN’S CURSE, has accompanied her new partner Mac to handle a gator call in a very isolated part of Terrebonne Parish. The woman who called in the gator tells them about her only neighbor, a hermit who lives way off the grid down by the water. Jena decides to talk to him and ask if he’s seen any more gators acting oddly….
Jena left Mac wrestling to secure the gator’s feet and walked to the edge of the water. She couldn’t resist the pleasure of watching the way the bright orange beginnings of sunset behind her illuminated the water in front of her. Everything was so close to the earth out here. There was a purity to it, a serenity.
Maybe the guy who lived here wasn’t a hermit or a crazy. Maybe he could look past the poverty and see the stark, savage beauty all around him.
She glanced over at the house and saw him. He stood in the open front door, leaning against the jamb. Watching her.
“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute? State officer.” She turned and walked toward him, barely registering long silver or blond hair and a tall, muscled body before he turned and went inside, slamming the door behind him.
Oh hell no. That wasn’t happening. Jena sped up.
Cole stood inside the door, knowing she’d be there any second. She would knock, probably with a firm rap to remind him who had the authority here. She would expect to come inside, and he didn’t want anyone here. Just him.
His fists clenched and unclenched. Again. Again. The press and release of tension filtered out some of the stiffness from his arms and shoulders. The woman was striking, and he had wanted to look at her. The last thing he needed in his life—ever—was a woman with the ability to lure him to her with a wistful, almost sad look at the water reflecting the setting sun.
Though expected, the sharp knock made his shoulders jerk upward, and his fingers clenched again into fists. Weapons his body provided to protect itself, to protect him, to keep everyone away.
“Sir, I know you’re in there. I’m Agent Sinclair of Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries.” Her voice was clear and no-nonsense, as he knew it would be.
Hm…..wonder what Cole’s story is?
The tour winners will be chosen at the end of the tour, which will be the 18th, I think. I’ll announce the winner at Fangs, Wands & Fairy dust on Tuesday’s blog and the Writerspace winner next Sunday since those need to go on a big longer.
However, BETHANY C won this week’s Reader’s Choice contest, and said she’d agonize over the decision if she won, so start agonizing! Please email me at email@example.com with the book you want, format, and mailing info.
A reminder. Due to book deadlines and illness, I am WAY behind with my mailings but am slowly catching up. Don’t think I’ve forgotten you!
Please drop by tomorrow for the URLs to the day’s blog tour stops and giveaways!