ONE MORE DAY!
I'm so excited. Not quite as excited as my kids, but nearly.
I would like to send a few thanks to all of you who've helped make this such a successful year for me.
To my rock, E.L. Wicker. Just ALL the thanks to you.
To Brenda Drake, J.C. Davis, Stacey Goldstein, J.S. Roberts and all the mentors for making my first year as a Pitch Wars mentor so freaking amazing. I hope I get to do it again next year.
To Nik Vukoja, Louise Gornall, Sarah Carlson and Michelle Barry for making my first year as a Nest Pitch slushie so fantastic. And congratulations on each of your own personal successes this year - you rock!
To each and every one of my personal clients, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without you, this year would not have worked out the way it has. Thank you for trusting me with your beautiful words, and massive congratulations to each of you for your incredible achievements. I'm like a proud mum!
To Lakewater Press for offering me the most exciting opportunity as their editorial director. I see great things for this new publishing house. And, of course, to my first acquisitions: R.L. Martinez, James L. Weaver, Susan Pape and Sue Featherstone. Thanks for believing in me.
Thanks to Jet Black Publishing for opening your doors and making my dreams come true.
To each of my readers and those who've left reviews of Winell Road: Beneath the Surface, thank you.
To my fellow Aussie authors, SCBWI, Writers Activation, WWWB, Alex Adsett and just everyone else who has supported me and my writing this year. I thank you.
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
If I've forgotten you, my goodness I'm sorry. Email me and tell me off. :)
Release date is closing in fast for Thief of Lies by Brenda Drake! January 5th is just around the corner! But to whet your appetite just a little more, here's a cheeky excerpt from the book!
About the book
Gia Kearns would rather fight with boys than kiss them. That is, until Arik, a leather clad hottie in the Boston Athenaeum, suddenly disappears. While examining the book of world libraries he abandoned, Gia unwittingly speaks the key that sucks her and her friends into a photograph and transports them into a Paris library, where Arik and his Sentinels—magical knights charged with protecting humans from the creatures traveling across the gateway books—rescue them from a demonic hound.
Jumping into some of the world's most beautiful libraries would be a dream come true for Gia, if she weren’t busy resisting her heart or dodging an exiled wizard seeking revenge on both the Mystik and human worlds. Add a French flirt obsessed with Arik and a fling with a young wizard, and Gia must choose between her heart and her head, between Arik's world and her own, before both are destroyed.
The Book Depository
Brenda Drake, the youngest of three children, grew up an Air Force brat and the continual new kid at school. Her fondest memories growing up is of her eccentric, Irish grandmother’s animated tales, which gave her a strong love for storytelling. So it was only fitting that she would choose to write stories with a bend toward the fantastical. When Brenda’s not writing or doing the social media thing, she’s haunting libraries, bookstores, and coffee shops or reading someplace quiet and not at all exotic (much to her disappointment).
I pressed the screen, and it went dark. “How do we know he’s not being forced to say this?”
“The password, May Agnes guide you,” Lei replied. “She’s the patron saint of Asile.”
Agnes? That was the silver woman’s name that formed from my globe. Did the saints have something to do with the Chiavi?
I faced Ricardo. “How did you know I was here?”
“The werehounds tracked your scent from a shirt Katy…excuse me, your nana…gave us.”
“Can your pack help us save Couve?” Arik asked him.
“They will, but Gia must go with me.” He noticed the protest forming on my lips. “Merlin said no exceptions. I’m to get you to the shelter.”
From the corridor came yells, scuffles, and the continual wail of the warning siren.
“I can’t go with you,” I said. “I have to fight with them.”
“She can’t fight with us,” Lei said, glancing at the door. “She almost killed Kale.”
I turned to Sinead. “You know what I can do.”
Sinead gave me a pity smile. “Yes, but you have no control over it. Let Ricardo take you to your father and friends.”
I thought of Kale lying motionless, near death, and I hated that she was right. As much as I wanted to stay, I might be more hindrance than help. I caved. “Okay,” I said, defeated. Lei flew out of the room with the Laniars on her heels.
Sinead hugged me, then rushed after them. Arik moved over to me and cupped my face gently in his hands. His eyes held the intensity that always drew me to him.
I swallowed my breath in anticipation. All the sounds around us went silent.
He bent and lightly brushed my lips with a kiss. His lips were soft and oh, so tender. Butterflies swooped and curled inside me, and it felt like the ground disappeared from beneath my feet. He pulled back a little and said, “Regardless of the fact that you’re a royal pain in the arse, I fancy you. Listen to
Ricardo and don’t do anything rash.”
He gave me another kiss and rushed out the door. My heart twisted in my chest as he disappeared. I touched my mouth and exhaled. He liked me. It was against the laws, but he told me he fancied me. Maybe we had no future, but we had now.
“What a sweet display,” Ricardo said, dragging me out of my haze. “I’m not one for rules or laws, but I’d be careful there. The punishment would be much worse for him than you.”
“Why?” I stared at the door as if I’d see Arik there.
“He’s a leader. He knows better.” Ricardo headed to the window. “Are you ready to fly?”
“Did you say fly?”
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