Friday, March 8, 2013
Spot (the gargoyle ghostwriter) Speaks
Woof. Admit it, that's what you expected me to say. Yeah, I look kind of like a dog with wings. Too bad. For the last seven years or so, I've been sitting here watching the human take credit for all my hard work. It seems that editors and publishers have issues believing a gargoyle can write. Oh--and they object to cutting checks to anyone who doesn't have opposable thumbs. So there you go. I do the hard work, and Cindy gets all the glory. Well, as much glory as there is in being a writer these days. Frankly I don't think I'm missing much.
These last few books of "hers" have been steampunk romance. Snicker. You humans say "steampunk" like it's a new thing. Get real. Cindy had steampunk stuff laying around the house since before I moved in. Look at my hat, for heavens' sake. And I happen to know she has a watch with exposed gears that she bought for ten bucks somewhere around 20 years ago. So here's my list of five reasons why steampunk is nothing new around this house.
5. My typewriter. I mean, look, you'd think she'd at least get me a nice up to date tablet PC or something, right? Nope. In this house it's a 1928 Royal KLM. She claims it's sentimental because her great-uncle taught her to type on it when she was a kid. Sure.
4. Did I mention the watch? How about the several drawers full of vintage costume jewelry that go with it? The lady at the Salvation Army thrift store jewelry counter knows her by name. Not kidding.
I mean look at where she "works." See all those crumbling old books behind the desk. Yeah. She won't part with any of them. You can bet your boots she didn't buy all those just since she started selling steampunk.
1. Well, duh. it's ME. I've been around this house a lot longer than Cindy's--I mean I've--been writing books. She says I make her smile. Well, duh. I make her smile all the way to the bank.
Anyhoo, we've got a new book coming out this month. Cards and Caravans. It's the 5th story in the Gaslight Chronicles from Carina Press. Yeah, they call it steampunk. What it really is? Well, take historical romance, science fiction, and fantasy and throw them all in the blender. What? You expected something more mundane from a typing gargoyle? Read the info. I think you just might like it.
Blurb: Belinda Danvers isn't a witch. But that won't stop them burning her at the stake...
Connor McKay can tell at a glance that Belinda's magickal powers are minimal at best. She can't be guilty of murdering village children. There's something suspicious about her arrest and lightning-quick sentence. Unfortunately, telling anyone how he knows would mean revealing his own powers. He's been sent by the Order of the Round Table to help and he can't just let her die.
Escaping from jail and running from vindictive villagers in her grandfather's steam-powered caravan is more excitement than Belinda's had in years. And despite the danger--or maybe because of it--she loves the time spent with her sexy rescuer. But there's more to his magick than he's letting on...
There's something going on that's bigger than the two of them. It's time for good to make a stand.
Preorder now at Carina Press, Barnes & Noble or Amazon.