Sundays Spent With Vampires

 

Happy Sunday!

I haven’t gotten much writing done in the last week or so. But I am happy to report that today the dam has broken and the writing is again flowing 🙂

As the title of this blog states, I am spending my writing time today with vampires. Tuck 4 (I have a title but not ready to share just yet) is well underway. It briefly paused but after going back and fixing a few things,  the story is moving in the right direction now. After the events in The Arena, Tuck doesn’t feel like resting much. She has a vampire to hunt, and he isn’t going to make it easy…as if any of them do 🙂

I have at least four more books (including the one I am writing) before her story is wrapped up. Are there more stories to tell? Yes. But her full story, her path, will end with the last book. Other characters are lining up to have their stories told, including a few vampires.

For right now, though, Tuck’s journey needs to be told, and I will be focusing on her POV until her story is done.

Can I give you hints about book four? Let’s see…

*The story picks up pretty much where The Arena ends.

*The main villain is an ancient one.

*We see some characters from the first book.

That’s all I can really give right now 🙂 My goal is to have book four finished by the end of January and ready to publish no later than March. I am self-publishing the rest of the books in this series, and hope to also have them available in audio. I am aiming to have The Arena on audio before book four releases.

I hope you all have a wonderful day! And spend some time your favorite vampires- be it a book or a movie- as well ❤

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Tuesday Snippet

Happy Christmas to those who celebrate, and a Happy Tuesday to those who do not 🙂 Here is a tiny snippet from Over the River, which is on sale on Kobo for a limited time!

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Resuming her picture taking, Delilah found herself near the sandbox again. A presence stirred the air, poking around her energy like icy fingers. She took a picture, waiting patiently for the spirit to appear. It was struggling against the pressure of the “someone.” She didn’t urge the ghost—no need to rush.

Shoveling—a shovel digging into dirt.

The impression of a small shovel dug into the snow and scooped it up. The white powder traveled in the air for a moment before sliding off and disappearing. A few seconds later, the grainy echo of dirt hitting the bottom of a bucket touched her ears.

The ghost was trying to tell her something. Sometimes, a child spirit had a hard time putting a full image through, but the audio was loud and clear.

“Put that shovel down right now!”

Delilah jumped at the shrill voice. A door swung open behind her, but she kept her gaze on the stilled snow in front of her. It was halfway to the bucket. Fear from the child began to grip her mind. The poor thing was frozen with it.

“But Mama, I…”

Delilah moved her head slightly. Footsteps appeared in the snow beside her, about a foot away. The sound of fabric rustling came and stopped.

“I said no playing, young man.” The woman’s voice shook with anger.

The fear rose.

“You know the rules.”

“I just wanted to play for a minute!” the boy pleaded.

Delilah sensed him huddled in the sandbox, making himself small.

“It’s been days, Mama!”
A growl came from the woman. Ice crawled up Delilah’s arm in response.

“I know the days, son.” The words were said in a dangerous whisper.