No, I’m not leaving MGC. But I am saying goodbye, at least for awhile, to a set of characters that have been with me for a decade. When I sat down to write the book, I knew it would be difficult. I love these characters but the story has run its course. The series is already a couple of books longer than I figured it would be. Still, I hadn’t expected it to be this hard or that it would impact me the way it has.
But it goes beyond saying goodbye to the characters and typing “The End” at the bottom of the manuscript. I realized yesterday that my subconscious has dug its heels in and is doing everything it can to keep me from letting go. Not only did it take the book to places I hadn’t planned on, but it has kept me from following my own rules when it comes to promotion.
As in, I’ve done next to none.
That’s the question I asked myself yesterday and it took a while for me to figure it out. If I don’t promote it, it goes out in a stealth release and I haven’t really had to say goodbye.
Except that is really saying a hard goodbye because it is sabotaging the book I’ve worked so hard on. It is doing a disservice to the characters and isn’t fair to my readers. That means I have to figure something out to not only make sure the book goes out on time but that folks find out about it.
So I’m going to do something I don’t normally do. I’m going to do a soft release and then a hard one. Or, more accurately, the e-book version will publish on time. Two weeks or so later, with much more fanfare, I will release the print book. That gives me time to do some decent promo for it and to send the characters off in the way they deserve.
Of course, the characters are already telling me they aren’t going to go quietly into the night. In fact, I’m being sent the mental image of Bill Pullman in Independence Day delivering his speech to rally the troops against the alien invaders.
And, since I have Myrtle the Evil Muse, I have a feeling we’ll see these characters in the future. But it will be with another story arc, one that is going to take time to figure out and set up. In the meantime, here’s a tease from Nocturnal Revelations, the book I’ve been referring to.
Mac should have been standing there, gun in hand or laughing at him for being spooked by one of the neighborhood kids shooting off firecrackers.
Except she wasn’t.
And it hadn’t been kids shooting off fireworks. It was worse, far worse.
Fighting the urge to run haphazardly down the stairs, Jackson moved slowly, sniffing the air as he did. His jaguar roared again as he scented blood. Too much blood. Mac’s blood. Below that cloying aroma, it scented something else, someone they didn’t know.
Someone the jaguar would remember.
As he edged around the corner, Jackson cursed softly. The front door stood open. Through it, he saw a man running down the sidewalk toward the street. At the end of the walk, a white van waited. Roaring much as his jaguar had been, Jackson ran downstairs. He leapt over Mac’s still form. Part of him wanted to stop and see to her. Another part, that part driven by his jaguar, wanted to catch the man and make him pay for hurting their mate.
In the distance, dogs barked a challenge. Neighbors appeared from their houses, looking around to see where the shots came from. He knew that even as he raced after the shooter. The man disappeared behind the van. A moment later, the engine revved. Tires squealed, smoke rising from the pavement as the van sped off. Jackson stopped at the curb, slamming a fist against his thigh. Then he turned and his world narrowed to the sight of Mac lying in the entryway, blood pooling around her.
God, so much blood.
Too much blood.
He leapt up the steps to the front porch. As he did, he snarled as he imagined what she’d say if she saw him. She’d want him to be careful. He couldn’t mess up the crime scene. The techs might be able to learn something from it. To hell with all that. None of it mattered if it meant not helping her.
He wasn’t about to lose her.
He couldn’t lose her.
Nocturnal Revelations will be available for download April 9th.