Because The Night: It’s Happening!
Today’s Brew: Champagne!
I am pleased, okay, over the moon to announce that my debut novel, new adult paranormal romance Because The Night, will be available in November.
It’s being published by (drum roll please)…me.
The time is right for this to happen. I’ve already been doing publicity for this book, even before the decision to self publish was in stone. Seasons in The Sun, the prequel to Because The Night, will be published by Fast Foreward Publishing this fall. Night Moves is the companion novel to Because The Night. The book is being polished just as if it was being released by a traditional publisher. This is not a case of being lazy or impatient. Simply, it’s a case of moving forward. I’m ready. Self publishing wasn’t the path I planned to take, but the more I looked at things, the more sense it made for this series. The best things in life happen when you take a chance. Nothing happens if you don’t.
This doesn’t mean I’m giving up on traditional publishing. When I told my agent, Pam van Hylckama Vlieg, about my plan she thought I was an excellent candidate for self publishing. Since Pam was a book blogger before she was an agent, she’s got a good feel of what the public will be interested in. Pam is going to help me with publishing this book as well as the next two in the series. Publishing a book is so much more than just putting a book out, and I’m thrilled to have such talent in my corner.
Here’s what you can expect:
November 2013: Because The Night
Fall 2013: Seasons In The Sun (YA Prequel)
2014: Night Moves (Book 2) and We Own The Night (book 3)
A little more of what you can expect: a taste of Because The Night:
Instead of bringing us out to seats in the audience, Tony led us to the side of the stage to a spot just behind the curtain, feet away from Tristan. When he spotted me, he only winked at me like we shared a private joke, and continued with his performance. I sucked in my breath and held on for the ride.
It felt intimate to be so close to the band as they put on their show. I felt the heat of the flash pots and saw the sweat on the faces of the background dancers. We moved out of the way as the roadies scrambled to change instruments for the band. I could see all the notes plastered on the stage. I peeked around the curtain every so often to see the crowd, who were completely enthralled with everything the band did.
But mostly, I just watched Tristan. Tonight he wore his signature black leather pants, which clung dangerously low below his hipbones. They ended in black combat boots that were casually untied. He topped the outfit off with a black T shirt adorned with an intricate white pattern that clung like a second skin. His eyes were heavily rimmed with black liner and his hair hung in his face, down on his chest and back. It swung around him as he roamed all over the stage. His fingers moved over his guitar seductively, teasing it, bringing it to the brink of hysteria then coaxing it back down to a purr. Almost as if he was making love to it.
The thought made me flush all over. I could hardly bear to watch him, but I couldn’t look away.
The show seemed to end before I was ready to stop watching. Tristan came right over to me as he walked off stage.
“Look who’s my date tonight,” he grinned triumphantly as he approached me.
“You have a date tonight?” For a moment I was oblivious to the fact he meant me.
“Yes,” he reached out and put his hands on my hips. Even after running around on stage under those bright lights for over an hour, he hadn’t so much as broken a sweat. Even his stage makeup was still perfect. He leaned in so he could speak close to my ear. “And she looks fabulous in her little black dress.”
“Thanks,” I managed, but it didn’t seem like enough. It was all I could say though, looking up at Tristan, with his eyes just inches from mine. In the distance—it might as well have been in another universe–I realized the music on the stage had resumed. “Don’t you have to go back out on stage?”
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s just his solo. And truthfully, Callie, the show will start again whenever I decide to go back out there. They can wait.”
“Oh,” I gulped so hard it hurt. What was he going to do?