When I wrote, “Walking Through Fire”, I left the ending with a hint to more books, actually seven stand-alone novels in total. It was a dream. A big dream. Especially when it took me twenty years to get published again.
Once I realized I had to send her through time, it pointed me to the Archangel Remiel. So now that I had my heroine and lead angel, I needed a hero. I always love a handsome Highwayman romance (more on an upcoming blog post…), and I thought, why not write one myself? Cheers! Now I had a hero and a time period, so off I went!
Amanda called me on June 1st of this year and offered me my second contract. I’m beginning to see a pattern…perhaps the first of the month is a lucky day for me! I was so excited she loved my story and said we now needed to name the series. Goosebumps!
The Fire Chronicles was now a reality! Dare to dream, people. Dare to dream.
First, and Forge’s dedication, goes to Marla White, best friend and fellow talented writer. My first reader, she is always spot on with her advice and critiques. My writing wouldn’t be what it is today without her. Thank you!
Thank you, Debbie Taylor of DCA Graphics for another lovely cover.
And of course, my editor Amanda Barnett and The Wild Rose Press. I love being a member of the garden. Here’s to book 3 in The Fire Chronicles, I better get writing!
Excerpt: Forged In Fire
She shivered. He was taller than her, but almost everyone was. He had to bend to whisper in her ear, his body enveloping her.
“What are you doing out alone in the woods, this dark and dreary night?” His soft words tickled her ear. “Dressed as you are?” He slowly removed one hand from his horse. The hand came to rest on her waist, just above her jeans. She felt a light caressing of his thumb on her cotton T-shirt. “So soft,” he murmured.
Beth wasn’t sure if she was meant to hear his last remark. His hand began to stroke upward until she felt the light brush of his fingertips against the side of her breast.
“Hey!” Beth spun in his embrace so she now faced him, plastered against his front with the warmth of his horse seeping into her back. “Knock it off! I’m a married woman.” She held up her left hand and showed him her wedding rings.
He chuckled and grabbed her hand and started to slide off her rings.
“Stop!” She yanked her hand from his grasp. “What in the world do you think you’re doing?”
“What I am very, very, good at,” he replied from behind his mask while reaching for her hand again.
Beth whipped her hand behind her back. “You can’t have my rings.”
“Think of them as payment for services rendered.”
Christopher “Kit” Locke is haunted by his past mistakes and lives on danger’s edge, not caring if he lives or dies. He will leave that choice to Fate. Intrigued by the spirited Beth, he is drawn from his spiraling descent and is enlisted to help steal an evil artifact, the Viper’s Eye, a demonic soul-stealing jewel.
While the Archangel and the Duke of Hell battle it out, both Beth and Kit must also fight evil. When the stone seeks Kit's soul can Beth's love keep him from falling victim to the Viper's Eye or will she lose Kit to Hell's fire?