Release Confessions of a Sex Fiend boxed set by (alter ego) Rayven Godchild, 5/26/2014 - Done, got this baby out in the world and will be having a virtual book tour during the month of June.
Work on ONCE UPON A SUMMONS, MG fairy tale smash up - I had the privilege of being part of Adventures of YA Publishing's First Five Pages Workshop. The feedback provided was helpful and I think I've made some positive headway. I've got lots more to do with feedback from other great CPs so I look forward to doing more on this one.
Begin third book in Shadow Jumpers trilogy - Uh...still a no go :-(
Begin another round of edits for BEACON (Ripped Ties series), my YA urban fantasy dystopian - I got some great feedback from one of my awesome CPs and have begun edits for this one so definitely excited.
I can't call the month of May a bust, but I do wish I could have gone full on green across the board.
And here's an excerpt from BEACON:
“My deal,” she leaned toward me with her face inches from mine, “is that anybody else in New Festus would have the patrol agent’s laser rifle pointed in their face or worse…locked up in the Steels. No excuses.” She stomped back to my desk and glanced over it. Three gold coins sat in a row. Her sneer deepened, face bunched together like she’d sucked on a ripe lemon. “You! Ugh, still get a stupid coin without a full donation because your parents were chosen for Jubilee.”
“Yeah,” I said. My voice dropped to little more than a whisper. “They were. And they’re missing…or dead. Thanks for the reminder, Whitley.”
Her face took on a powdered pale shade as the blood and anger drained away. “I just meant that, well, you know, just didn’t want you abusing that because you think you’ll be chosen, too.”
I jumped to my feet. “I don’t want it! You can take the damn Jubilee and toss it for all I care. Look what it got them. That’s all I’m allowed to have of my mom and dad. No one knows where they’re at! Frag it all, Whitley!”
Remembering my parents always pained me, but at the moment, I saw my chance. I flopped on my bed and covered my head with my pillow. I worked up a few broken breaths, just on the cusp of a sob. Heaven, please, Whitley, just fall for it.
“Macie? I’m, I’m sorry. It’s just…never mind. Look, Thomas is manning our kitchen this month. He should have dinner ready now.” Her soft soles whispered as she crept close to me. I barely felt her fingertips graze my leg. “I didn’t mean to…” She lifted her hand and shuffled away, the door quietly clicking closed.I laid there a moment, glad my little acting job worked. I wiped at an unwanted tear. Not much acting involved.
So what did you get done in the month of May? Any special announcement to share?