Wednesday is the new Thursday

        As you may or may not have noticed from last weeks post I am blogging a day early. This time tomorrow I will likely be in bed trying to sleep off three hours of dental work. On the bright side I finally found a Dentist that didn't tell me I had to rip out all my teeth soo...bonus :). It has been a stressful week. I finally got through my first round of edits and found a new beta tester to help me get this dream off the ground. I decided that I would give a go at designing my own cover art. Thanks to advice from the KDP community forum, I found some good bulk photo sights and therein I found a perfect conceptual picture. ***\(*_*\)  (/*_*)/*** Happy dance. Hopefully soon there will be a cover reveal :) in the meantime if any of you would like to design some cover art hit me up. More progress on the second novel. Hope to have a title by net week, have it in beta the week after. Then I am going to buckle down on Muse vol 2. Got a couple more Ideas up my sleeve, sometimes it is better to start a new project ( at least get some ideas on paper) so you don't forget your concept. In the world of me, the brain wants what the brain wants. Any way..off to the excerpts...hope you enjoy.

            Muse Vol 1

            Stella to ??



“There is a long story behind Antheia and my brother. They were in love, and his mother Aphrodite found out and forbade their affair. Shortly after that, your mother left Olympus and Eros found a new bride. Nevertheless, he always loved her, and when we were banished, he set out to find her. Seeing you must have been overwhelming for him. Now that I think of it you do look exactly like her.” I watched as she took in the information thoughtfully.
“So He was your brother? This Seth, or is it Eros?”
“We go by Seth and Stella this century. I have had many names since our decent. Our real names are Eros and Erato. He is the son of Aphrodite; I am one of the nine muses. He is the god of love and desire; he can also alter memory, a handy party trick when you get around as much as he does. I am thinking that is why you cannot remember much about the encounter.” I gave her an apologetic smile.

 New book

Israel to Garrett


 “Is Eli working tonight?”  I ask. “It seems I need a date”
  Garrett looks at me puzzled. “You’re not really his type sweetie,” Garrett chuckles into his Marlboro. “Why do you need my boyfriend to go on a date with you? Is John back in Chicago for the week?”
  “Me and John broke up,” I whisper. “Brad is forcing me to attend this gala tonight and I need some arm candy.” I say bluntly, smiling at Garrett who happens to believe he won the gay man lottery when he met Eli at the bank two months ago.
   “Oh sweetie, you want to talk about it?” He says rubbing my arm.
   “No, I’m good, but if you don’t mind me making Eli ware his black tie Armani suit this evening I would be forever in your debt.”
   Garrett smiles; “I’ll send him a text to be to your place by six thirty is his best black tux.”
    I throw my arms around his neck and he squeals like a girl spinning me in a circle. “Pictures,” he sings and shoves me in the direction of my mini cooper. I smile and wave as I pull out and head toward the Mall of America to hit up the most ridiculously overpriced stores the state has to offer. 


Well that is it for this week, hope you enjoy. Remember to like and share and stop back next week for a tentative cover reveal and more bits and pieces.
 


 *p.s* cant figure out how to make this all one font...no clue how to fix it  so bear with me.
 

 


 

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