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Writing Updates and News

1/29/2020

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It's been a little while, so I wanted to give you a quick update. All four Chronicles of Tournai books that I pulled from Dreamspinner are now under contract with NineStar Press. I've made some minor revisions to them, mostly cleaning up language (and will probably do a bit more of that as my editor works her magic on them), and they'll all have shiny new covers to match the later books in the series, but the stories are the same. I just got the proofread for The Prince's Consort, and I've seen the draft cover—it's so pretty! I can't wait to share the new cover with you. The Prince's Consort should be back out in the world in late February. Once I have more information on release dates for the other three, I'll let you know.

I've also just signed a contract with NineStar for a new book in the Tournai series called The Envoy's Honor. This is Griffen's story, and there's some intrigue and mystery and more dragon shifters. It stands on its own, but it definitely follows up on some of the events of The Dragon's Devotion and Corentin revealing his secrets. The dragons were going to have questions for him at some point, right? More information on release dates etc once I have it.

Now that the first four Tournai books are with my editor, I can finally start something new. I've had lots of plot bunnies running around and bugging me, but I think I'm going to start on the first book in a new dragon shifter series first. The series is a spin off from the Chronicles of Tournai, but you won't have to have read those to read the new series (though, of course, I'd love it is you did...). I'm also thinking about the next Tournai book, which I believe will be about Joceline and Oriana. You might remember them if you've read The Sorcerer's Guardian. Joceline is the younger sister of Captain Loriot. Finally, I'm playing around with ideas for a contemporary witch trilogy. That's still pretty vague right now, though, so I have a ways to go before I write anything. (And I'm not much of a planner when I write, so when I say something is vague, it really means I have almost no idea what's going to happen yet!) I have lots of others swirling around in my head, but those are the three ideas that are most pressing right now, so that's where I'm concentrating. And here's a bonus picture of  a bunch of pretty journals I'm planning stories in with my little dragon friend, who thinks I need to buckle down and write those dragon shifters. I think I better listen to him!

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Release Blitz: Sky Full of Mysteries by Rick R. Reed

1/27/2020

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Title: Sky Full of Mysteries

Author: Rick R. Reed

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: January 27, 2020

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 76700

Genre: Contemporary SciFi, LGBT, MM Romance, aliens, amnesia, reunited, tear-jerker, time travel, writer

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What if your first love was abducted and presumed dead—but then returned twenty years later? That’s the dilemma Cole Weston faces. Now happily married to Tommy D’Amico, he’s suddenly thrown into a surreal world when his first love, Rory Schneidmiller, unexpectedly reappears. Rory has no memory of those years. For him, it’s as though only a day or two has passed. He still loves Cole with the passion unique to young first love. But Cole has so many questions: where has Rory been and what happened to him two decades ago when he disappeared without a trace? He has never forgotten Rory, but Tommy has been his rock, by his side since Rory disappeared. Cole is forced to choose between an idealized and passionate first love and the comfort of a long-term marriage. How does one make a decision like that? The answers might lie among the stars…

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Sky Full of Mysteries Rick R. Reed © 2020 All Rights Reserved After they made love, they were polar opposites in how they reacted. Cole, barely minutes after coming, would be asleep, mouth open and snoring, body lax. A baby who’d just been fed. Rory looked down on him as he sat perched with his back against the headboard. Despite—or maybe because of—the spittle that ran out of one side of Cole’s mouth, he felt a shock of warmth go through him as he gazed at Cole, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky. Although Rory was a few years younger, he was a nerd with glasses. He wasn’t bad-looking; he just wasn’t all that noticeable in a crowd. How had he snared a guy like Cole, with his perfect runner’s build, his dark brown wavy hair, and the perpetual five-o’clock shadow that accentuated, rather than hid, the angular planes of his face and his sharp jawline. Rory snickered in the darkness at Cole as a snore erupted from him, almost loud enough to shake the glass in their bedroom window. It was always like this—maniac in the sack until he came, and then it was lights-out for Cole, as though he’d been drugged. Rory, on the other hand, always felt energized, pumped up, alive, as if he should hop from the bed, go outside, and run a mile or three. Or make a meal. Or write the great American novel. Or catalog his collection of books alphabetically, and then by genre. Tonight was no different. They’d just moved into the one-bedroom apartment in Chicago’s Rogers Park neighborhood. The neighborhood, the Windy City’s farthest east and north before heading into suburbia, afforded them a chance to live by Lake Michigan without the higher rents they’d encounter closer to downtown. They were young and in love, and cohabitating was a first for both of them. Rory felt they were already having their happy-ever-after moment. The apartment was a find—a vintage courtyard building east of Sheridan Road on Fargo Avenue. Their unit’s bedroom faced Lake Michigan, which was only a few steps away from their front door. A lake view, high ceilings, crown molding, formal dining room with a built-in hutch, huge living room with working fireplace, and an original bathroom with an enormous claw-foot tub were just a few of the amenities they were delighted to find—all for the “steal” monthly rent of only five hundred dollars. The apartment, which would eventually be filled to bursting with a hodgepodge of furniture and belongings, ranging from family antiques supplied by Cole to Lost in Space action figures from Rory, was now a scene of chaos with moving boxes everywhere, almost none of them unpacked. They’d spent the whole day moving and were exhausted when they were finished. Even though it was August, by the time they were done dragging the boxes out of their U-Haul truck, through their building’s courtyard, and then up to the tenth floor via the rickety but thank-heaven-reliable elevator, the skies above the lake had gone dark. They ordered stuffed spinach pizza from Giordano’s, just south of them on Sheridan, and feasted on it, melted mozzarella on their chins, on a couple of beach towels they found at the top of one of the boxes. And of course, Rory being twenty-three and Cole twenty-six, with their blossoming love all of six months old, they did find the time and the energy to make love, once on the beach towels and once in their bed. Rory knew there’d be more of the same come morning’s first light. Ah, sweet youth. But getting back to postcoital bliss, Rory now found himself feeling restless as he lay beside the snoring Cole. The moon was nearly full and they’d yet to put up blinds, so it shined in the bedroom window, casting the room in a kind of silvery opalescence. Rory thought the boxes and the furniture—Cole’s oak sleigh bed and Rory’s pair of maple tallboy dressers, plus an overstuffed chair they’d found in an alley just before moving—all had a kind of grayish aspect to them, almost unreal, as if he were observing his own bedroom as a scene from a black-and-white movie. Maybe something noir…with Barbara Stanwyck and Fred MacMurray. Rory smiled and turned away from Cole. Just a half hour or so earlier, with the overhead light fixture shining down on them, Rory thought the movie would have been a porno, with himself cast as the insatiable bottom. He chuckled to himself. He tried to relax, doing an old exercise he’d learned from his mom. Starting with his feet, he’d wiggle, tense, and then allow that body part to go slack to relax. He worked his way up his whole body, wiggling, tensing, and relaxing as he went, until he reached his head. And—sigh—he was still wide-awake. Behind him, though, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he noticed something odd. It was like there was suddenly a waxing and waning of light. Rory turned and looked toward the uncovered window. He couldn’t quite see the moon, but it seemed like it was brightening and darkening, brightening, then darkening… But the whole of this August day, it had been clear, with nary a cloud in the sky. Rory wondered if a cloud bank had moved in, obscuring the moon and then revealing it as the wind pushed it away. He could see this in his mind’s eye but couldn’t quite believe it.

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Meet the Author

Real Men. True Love. Rick R. Reed draws inspiration from the lives of gay men to craft stories that quicken the heartbeat, engage emotions, and keep the pages turning. Although he dabbles in horror, dark suspense, and comedy, his attention always returns to the power of love. He’s the award-winning and bestselling author of more than fifty works of published fiction and is forever at work on yet another book. Lambda Literary has called him: “A writer that doesn’t disappoint…” You can find him at www.rickrreed.com or www.rickrreedreality.blogspot.com. Rick lives in Palm Springs, CA with his beloved husband and their fierce Chihuahua/Shiba Inu mix.

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Rainbow Snippet January 25-26

1/25/2020

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​It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+

​Today, I have another wintry snippet for you, this one from A Harmony of Fire and Earth. It's also a first kiss.
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​It was a whisper of a kiss at first, light and soft. But Rhys was stunned to be kissing Gaz after all this time. Just that fact was glorious.

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Gaz’s lips were soft and still under his. Then he made a little noise and stepped into Rhys, bent just a bit, and the kiss became something more. Rhys clutched at Gaz’s hips, slim beneath the thick coat he wore. He wished they didn’t have coats and gloves between them—he wished they didn’t have anything between them. But there was something magical all the same about a kiss in the winter night, stars above them, fresh snow beneath their feet, crisp, cold air nipping at them.

You can find more about A Harmony of Fire and Earth here. Thanks for reading today, and have a wonderful weekend!
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Release Blitz: Out of Time by CB Lewis

1/20/2020

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Title: Out of Time

Series: Out of Time, Book Five

Author: C.B. Lewis

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: January 20, 2020

Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 113100

Genre: Science Fiction, LGBT, science fiction, time travel, gay, bisexual, asexual, British, dirty talk, family drama, PTSD, panic attack, unending innuendo and teasing

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For Ben Sanders—traitor, thief, and temporal orphan—time is running out. After three years as a fugitive, with the police task force led by Lysander O’Donohue and Jacob Ofori hot on his heels, Ben has to resort to desperate measures to evade capture and find the key to locating his missing father, lost in time for over two decades. With secrets and conspiracies at every turn, the net grows ever tighter around him. Haunted by the people he betrayed, the loved ones he left behind, and the lives he ruined, it’s too late to stop now. But no matter what Ben does, there’s no escaping his past. With this exciting conclusion to the Out of Time series, it is recommended to read the first four books for full enjoyment.

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Out of Time C.B. Lewis © 2020 All Rights Reserved Chapter One The house was unnaturally quiet. It looked the same as usual: portraits of a family—mother and baby, father and toddler—on the walls, a scatter of Lego and jigsaw puzzles on the floor, a forgotten coat slung over the bannister at the top of the stairs. The man walked onwards towards the staircase. It was too quiet. All he had to do was call out and break the silence, but he couldn’t. Run and hide. That was what his dad had told him. He had done what he was told. The front door was cracked open, a thin slice of pale morning light cutting across the patterned tiles on the hall floor. It stretched on towards the lab, which was impossible. The sun was too high for it to stretch so far. Something wasn’t right. The stairs creaked underfoot as he crept down. The tiles in the hall were cold. His clothes were soaked. He didn’t remember why. They were wet, and he was cold, and it was all too quiet. He saw—did he?—the body. A sheet. A shoe on a foot from under it. He saw it. A glimpse. He walked closer, and the sheet was still there. He reached out and grabbed the sheet to see the face of the one who did it. There was nothing there. No one. The sheet fell from his numb fingers, vanishing before it hit the floor, and he walked onwards. The door was open, no longer secret. They had cleaned the bloodstains, but he’d heard them talking quietly when they thought he couldn’t hear, and the handprints were back, smeared on the wall. Whose? He didn’t know. Light shone up from the basement. The walls were white where they weren’t red. It wasn’t silent down there. The electric crackle of power hummed around him as he made his way down. It should all have been bigger. When he was there the first time, it all seemed so much bigger. He remembered the crackle, too, and knew what it meant. Their secret, something no one had ever known. He crossed the floor of the laboratory, ignoring the computers and the information all over them. The sound was coming from the next room, and he knew what he was going to see. The temporal gate connected, blazing with light. The man standing before it, barely more than a silhouette. “We’re running out of time.” The voice was familiar, but it was wrong too, not the voice he remembered. Too many years without. Too many years of his memories being worn away. He couldn’t remember it now, not exactly, not the intonation, not the lilt or the accent. He tried to speak, but his throat was closing up. He reached out towards his father, trying to catch him before he did what he always did. His fingers passed through his father’s shoulder as if it was nothing more than a shadow; then his father stepped through the gate. The world blazed white, dazzling him. “No!” He ran towards the gate only to collide with a solid wall. Wall on all sides. Enclosed. Trapped. He was somewhere safe. Safe and closed and dark and alone until Dad came for him. The door was sealed and there was no way out, and in the dark he screamed— Ben Sanders jolted, sitting bolt upright, panting. Iron bands squeezed his chest. He twisted frantically towards the glowing nightlight on the stool beside his bed. Staring at it, he counted down from thirty until his heartbeat evened out, and he could breathe again. He always kept the lighting low throughout the studio in case the nightlight failed. A shaft of white cracked through the ajar bathroom door. Not dark. Never dark. His sheets clung to him, soaked with sweat. He pushed them aside and got out of the bed on unsteady legs. It took more effort than he liked to make it to the bathroom. He sank to the floor to sit by the toilet. The porcelain was cold as he propped his elbow on the seat, his fingers sinking into his sweat-matted hair. Every night, it was getting worse. He knew why. How could he not? With every day that went by, he took another step closer to the day that would ruin his life. Time, time, time. That was what it came down to. His stomach clenched, and he vomited, acid burning in his throat. Any day now. He got up and filled a glass of water at the sink. His reflection seemed more like someone half-dead, pale, with deep shadows beneath his eyes. He needed to rest, but not now. Not with his heart still pounding and the faint echo of his father’s voice lingering in his ears. There was still so much to do.

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C.B. Lewis is small, Scottish and writes pretty much anywhere, any time. She loves to travel and tends to bring home at least four new plot bunnies from every trip she goes on. She’s very excited to continue the adventures of the Out of Time series.

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Rainbow Snippet January 18-19

1/18/2020

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​It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+.

It's supposed to snow here today, so I thought I'd share a snowy snippet today from A Dance of Water and Air. Edmund is from a place where it doesn't snow often, though I do have to admit I share his feelings about snow...when I don't have to go out in it!
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​Edmund turned back to the window. Snow was indeed falling lightly to the ground. An almost childlike delight filled him. He’d thought the view beautiful before, but with the softly falling snow and the hushed stillness it brought, it was perfect, like a painting.


“I love that smile.” Arden’s whisper startled Edmund, and perhaps Arden too if his widened eyes were anything to go by.

You can find out more about A Dance of Water and Air here. Thanks for reading today!
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Rainbow Snippet January 11-12

1/11/2020

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​It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+.

Today, I'm sharing a snippet from The Dragon's Devotion. Not sure why except I've been thinking about writing more dragon shifters. Here's a snippet of Corentin changing into a dragon. He has to hide what he is, so he hasn't done so in a while, and he's very much enjoying it.
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​Closing his eyes, Corentin let out a long, slow breath and smiled as he reached for his magic. The change was immediate and glorious. He grew and changed under the cover of silvery purple light. When he opened his eyes again he looked out on the world from a far different perspective. He stretched his long neck, his back, even his tail, working out all the kinks and relaxing into this body. His wings came last, large and strong and the thing he’d thrilled to when he came into his power years ago.

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With another smile, which he had on good authority looked quite different from his human one, he launched himself over the cliff. He didn’t make a sound doing it, even though as the wind rushed by him, as he beat his wings to carry him up and up, he wanted to scream his joy. That he couldn’t because someone might hear, even if he hadn’t seen anyone nearby, wasn’t enough to damp his delight. He was flying, and he’d found nothing more exhilarating in his life.

You can find out more about The Dragon's Devotion here. Thanks for reading today!
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December Reading and 2019 Favorite Books

1/8/2020

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Happy New Year, everyone! A whole new year of books is ahead of us. Yay! But it's also time to talk about what I read and loved in December and some of my favorites from 2019 (I know...I'm a bit late with the favorites list...). My December reading was basically all holiday books—I love the extra warm and fuzzy feelings of holiday romances. I reread a bunch of favorites and also found some new ones I loved.

Pattern for an Angel by CJane Elliot: I started the month with this charming short story filled with love and support and family. A father is so accepting and supportive of his little boy who likes to wear dresses. They meet Loren, a drag queen who also likes to wear skirts and dresses in real life, in a sewing shop. 

Let It Sew by Anna Martin: Another sweet short, this one about a teacher who needs help with costumes for the school Christmas pageant at the last moment and a tailor who decides to help.

Mr. Naughty List by Leta Blake: This was a sweet and hot Christmas novel between a teacher and his former student. I loved RJ and how much he adored Aaron in this tender story.

A Whole Latke Love by Jodi Payne: A hook up becomes something more and latkes become the way to their hearts. Such a cute, sweet short.

One More Yule Log by Julia Talbot: One More Yule Log was a sweet and adorable romance between a widower with a precocious daughter and a baker who gets talked into teaching the little girl how to make a Yule log for her dad.

Hometown Christmas by Garrett Leigh: Not the lightest Christmas story, but a lovely, sweet romance. I'd love more of these two guys.

One Bed for Christmas by Jackie Lau: If you enjoyed the snowed in and there's only one bed and friends to lovers tropes (plus an inflatable T Rex costume), you will probably enjoy One Bed for Christmas as much as I did.

The Christmas Deal by Keira Andrews: This holiday romance novel is one I'm destined to reread in years to come. It made me so happy. 

Better Not Pout by Annabeth Albert: A grumpy Santa (who does not want to play Santa) and a bubbly elf make for a warm and fuzzy Christmas read.

Blessing and Light by Kasia Bacon: I read this holiday fantasy short in ebook when it first came out, and I listened to the ebook this holiday season. The story was as lovely as I remembered, and the narration was so good. 

Mangos & Mistletoe by Adriana Herrera: This was a delightful f/f holiday romance between two bakers competing on a Great British Baking type show. It made me want baked goods and want to bake, so be warned—you'll probably want cake while reading this.


I always try to limit my yearly favorite books list to ten or so, and it never works, so this year I didn't even try. Here are some of my favorite reads of 2019 in random order:
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Hexhunter by Jordan L. Hawk
The Governess Game by Tessa Dare
Mate by Piper Scott and Virginia Kelly
A Crown of Iron & Silver by Hailey Turner
Mastering the Flames by SJ Himes
Reluctant Royals series by Alyssa Cole (I read the first book in 2018)
Thrown to the Wolves by Charlie Adhara
Proper English by KJ Charles
Midnight Flit by Elin Gregory
Red, White, & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston
Wolves in the World series by Dessa Lux
Mercy Hills Pack series by Ann-Katrin Byrde
Lilywhite Boys series by KJ Charles
Not Dead Yet series by Jenn Burke
Hither, Page by Cat Sebastian 
The Lady's Guide to Celestial Mechanics by Olivia Waite
Playing House by Ruby Lang
Deosil by Jordan L. Hawk

​What are some of your favorite books from last year?
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Rainbow Snippet January 4-5

1/4/2020

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​It's weekend, and time for more Rainbow Snippets. The Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook asks its members to share six sentence snippets from their work each weekend. Check out the group's Facebook page to read all the snippets and add lots of great books to your TBR. You'll find all sorts of books with the common thread that the main character identifies as LGBTQ+.

​Today is the first Rainbow Snippet of the new year! I decided to share a few lines from the beginning of The Prince's Consort this weekend since I turned an edit in to NineStar last weekend. I received the rights back to this book (which was my first published book) from Dreamspinner in October, and it's going to be republished by NineStar (hopefully in February...), so we've been polishing it up and giving it a new cover, though the story remains the same. Here are the first lines in the book:
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​Amory giggled as he and Tristan practically fell through the garden gate. He slapped a hand over his mouth, but Tristan must not have heard. If he had, he would have teased without mercy, as was his right as Amory’s closest friend. But Tristan tugged him along, barely giving him a chance to latch the gate behind them so the lock spell would reengage.

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All morning, Tristan had been in high spirits—unusual as he was usually the more focused one in classes. But when Amory asked him what was going on, Tristan only shrugged. Maybe it was the weather. All of Jumelle seemed livelier since the warmth of spring had burst over the city.

I'll share more information about when The Prince's Consort will be out and the new cover as soon as I can. Thanks for reading today. Happy New Year! I hope this year is filled with happiness and good health for everyone.
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Goodbye 2019, Hello 2020

1/1/2020

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Happy New Year, everyone! It's the Roaring Twenties again! (And why didn't I think of the idea of throwing a 20s themed New Year's party? There's a lost opportunity.) I've been thinking a lot about this past year and this past decade. Both had their ups and downs. This year, the world has basically been on fire. Between that and the Dreamspinner fiasco, my ability to write was severely impaired. I only finished writing one new book, but I published two—The Spymaster's Secret and A Harmony of Fire and Earth—and I love all three. I also took editing passes through three of the four books I got back from Dreamspinner in preparation for them being republished by NineStar, and I'm finishing up the same for the fourth book now. I had a fantastic time at a couple of conferences and read wonderful books and was lucky enough to go to France and Spain.

This past decade has seen a lot of changes, big and small. I've lost people I loved and made new friends I cherish. I changed jobs a couple of times (and careers!). I moved from North Carolina back to New Jersey. I traveled to some amazing places. I resolved to get serious about being published and, with hard work and luck, was. I wrote thirteen novels (and started a couple of others) plus a couple of short stories and some flash fiction, had a bunch more ideas, and saw nine books published. 

This year (and this decade), I'm hoping to write more—finish more—than I did last year. I'm hoping to see my first four books back out in the world and new things too. I'm hoping to spend time with the people I love and read more fantastic books and maybe see more of the world too. As the new year begins, I want to say thank you to all of my readers for reading and reviewing and supporting me and my books. I'm so grateful to you all. 

​May we all have a new year and new decade filled with hope and love and good health and better things than have come before. 
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