I’m sitting here in my batcave-of-the-week, a manor in Normandy where I’m catsitting a grey feline named Josie who has a tail that curls like a monkey, and banging out pages of JUNEAU. The last few entries for the FIRST SIGNED ARC contest are trickling in. And let me tell you, there are some doozies!
I went over to Goodreads, where I am constantly amused by the fact that people give ratings to books that I haven’t even written yet. And there are lots of comments on the IF I SHOULD DIE page that are absolutely hilarious. People mock-furious with me for the cliffie ending of UNTIL I DIE. People thinking that it’s my fault that you have to wait a year to read the sequel. (psst…I have nothing to do with the scheduling. I’m just glad I finished it on time!) People have posted their theories of what will happen in Book 3. And it was so fun to read them. I’m glad I didn’t see them ’til now, though, because who knows if it would have influenced what I actually wrote!
So, motivated by the spirit of excitement that I read on that page, I thought I’d give you another tiny peek into Book 3 of the DIE FOR ME SERIES. Excerpt from page 105. Enjoy.
“Very well done,” Arthur said as his sword clattered to the armory floor. Georgia smiled and, placing one hand on her hip, circled her sword in a victorious flourish, causing Arthur to duck to avoid grievous bodily injury.
“Hi Katie-Bean!” she yelled, spotting me coming down the stairs. “Guess what? I totally rock at sword fighting! Just wait till all those haters see me do this—” she said, lunging in a crazed Three Musketeers move, forcing Arthur to skip nimbly out of the way.
“….do you wanna practice with me?” Georgia asked, posing her sword tip on her toe, and then recoiling as it went through her shoe. “Ouch!”
“Um, yeah. They’re sharp. Why don’t you practice with one of the blunt-tipped practice épées,” I asked.
“Oh, please,” Georgia said. “I’m not a complete wimp.”
p.s. I love Georgia. Can you tell?