I did something awesome on Sunday.
I completed a goal I set out for myself. People who don't know me have no idea how hard I am on myself. If I make a goal, I intend to meet it, kick its ass and then make it run home and cry to its momma. When I don't meet a goal... Well it is no fun being around me. (Just ask my bestie when I think I might not meet a goal. I'm an asshole.)
My goal this time was to get at least three books published in under a year, and because I met my self-imposed deadline for Rising Ashes, I will. I am ridiculously excited about this. One, because I met a goal. After I wrote 'The End' on this one, I sort of blinked at my husband, hit the mother of all adrenaline rushes and then wanted to pass out/throw up for about an hour. Two, because I love this story. I feel like with each book I am growing as a storyteller, and this story is one I've been dying to tell.
I hope I do it justice.
Rising Ashes should be in your hot hands on August 18, 2016
About Rising Ashes:
West Carmichael is not my real name.
It is the name I pulled from thin air over five hundred years ago. I don’t come from royalty—I come from the dregs of the ethereal. As the King’s assassin, I have more blood on my hands than most. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve anyone.
But I will keep her safe.
Even if I die trying.
My name sounds like the heroine of a historical romance novel – not that I read those or anything. My life so far: Dead parents? Check. Broken heart? Check. Evil mistress of darkness, hell-bent on power and thirsty for my death? Big. Honking. Check. But this mess won’t get cleaned up by itself.
I’ve got a job to do.
As these two reluctant hearts fight their pull, they must decide if they want to fall apart in the midst of the chaos swarming around them or yield to their hearts…
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