Thank you, but...

Since the cover for Premeditated went up here and at Goodreads, I've gotten several requests for ARCs/swag from bloggers and reviewers. I'm not complaining, but enough requests have come in that I'm just going to put this here:

I don't have any ARCs, yet.

I'm sorry, and I feel horrible every time I have to tell someone that because I'd love to be able to hand you a copy, but they haven't been printed.

I don't have any swag or promotional materials, either. Not yet.

The book's due out next October, and as far as I know, the publicity-related stuff will go into motion three or four months before that, so it'll be at least next summer before I have anything to give away for Premeditated.

Arclight, likewise, has no ARC's, yet, but the wait for those won't be as long.

So, once again, I'm sorry, but I can't give anyone anything pertaining to Arclight or Premeditated, yet. I simply don't have it. I truly am grateful for the interest, however, and will let everyone know when I've got some goodies to distribute as soon as I get them.

Yes, I have a new agent

I didn't really think that this would require a post, but from the questions I've gotten, I think I need to make one. In short:

• Yes - I left my old agency.
• Yes - I have a new agent.
• No - there is not some super sekrit nefarious reason this happened.
• Yes - I still recommend Suzie to people who are querying YA. She's a terrific agent who got me two amazing deals with amazing publishers, and did it quickly.

The split was amicable; it happens.

When a writer signs on with an agent, and an agent signs on with a client, both are basically agreeing to work with a stranger. You don't know how work styles, writing styles, and personalities will mesh. Sometimes they don't dovetail. Sometimes, as situations change, a mutual walk-away is the best course of action for everyone.

I have a fabulous new agent - Laura Rennert from Andrea Brown Lit.

Suzie has fabulous new clients to go with her fabulous existing ones. (One has a book out today - just sayin'.) and will continue to make them fabulous deals.

End of story.

Don't make me put on my angry eyes.

Premeditated Cover Reveal -- for real!

So, I'm late with the cover reveal. But... it's not my fault. I'm currently on the road with family and the House of Mouse has lousy wi-fi. (To be more specific, I'm sitting on the floor in the corner of my room's bathroom, with this computer sitting on a ledge beside the bathtub, just to get a signal.)

Anywho, this is what ya'll want to see, so -- TA-DA:




So, what d'ya think?

Premeditated Cover Reveal... let's call this Part One

PREMEDITATED HAS A COVER!!!!!!!!!!

If you follow me on Twitter, you no doubt saw similar crazy cap lock shouting yesterday, because PREMEDITATED HAS A COVER!!!!!!!!!!

This is NOT that cover:


I can't show you the actual cover, yet because my editor would email herself to my house smack me. But, next week, I'll be able to put the actual cover up here and on Goodreads for all to see.

Guys, this cover is... I don't even know.

There's a lot of anxiety that comes with waiting for a cover comp from your publisher. The cover will be your book's introduction to the world, and you pretty much have no participation in that introduction. It's like going to a party and having to wait for someone to introduce you before you get to speak. It's weird, and uncomfortable and nerve-wracking, and a million possible horrible cover scenarios will worm their way into your brain, but guys... GUYS!!! This cover is PERFECT.

It fits the tone. It fits the story. The model on the cover could actually BE Dinah (the main character). The designer knocked it out of the park and into another stadium.

So come back next Thursday and I'll show it off once I get the all clear.

A Random Teaser Tuesday

I haven't done one of these in a loooooooooooooooong time, but I haven't blogged much lately, either, and this story's been knocking around in my head at the strangest times. I figured if I let it out to play for a bit, maybe it would leave me be long enough to do something productive.

I have the dynamics of this thing worked out nearly in full. It involves a prince named Nova, a poisoned king, a secret son, a hidden infatuation, a matriarchal temple dedicated to a huntress, and a black unicorn. All that's left is to deal with the voice that's trying to tell the tale. It's distant and haunting, and not really like anything I've written before. So, here you have it - the first lines of Emissary.

It's said that the children of Rhin are born with bells braided in their hair. This way they cannot approach their elders unknown or learn the secrets the young need not hear. It's only when they've learnt to still their frantic fits and gentle their steps that the bells go silent and they prove themselves worthy of a place in society. And on that day, they earn the fear of the seven kingdoms, for everyone knows that the silent lands of Rhin are where assassins are bred.

This was the belief that bought the queen's emissary an uninterrupted voyage.

Service is a Part of Serving

I know its after Memorial Day, but I have to share this picture.



Meet my cousin's hubby - ENS (E3) Greenberg on duty in Afghanistan. He's a Navy medic, and in the photo above, he's helping some of the local kids who needed a doctor.

His wife, has been showing this photo around to friends and family, and getting a positive response from it; I thought I'd put it here to share it further. Please, pass it along. Let people see another side to the guys with guns.

I'd much rather see a photo like this on a newsstand than one of carnage and misery.

What We Remember

It's May, and Memorial Day Weekend, thus, it's time to repost my traditional Memorial Day post:


My paternal grandfather was in the Army; WWII - Africa, where he survived a sniper attack. The sniper was trained to shoot at night by targeting cigarette glow, assuming the cig would be in someone's mouth. My grandfather happened to be holding his in his hand, which is what was hit.

My maternal great uncle was a Marine; WWII; Okinawa - 18 years old and he lost his leg above the knee because he threw his body on top of a grenade to save his friends. It cost him a kidney and he came home full of shrapnel. He only made it home at all because a general in the area thought he was a dead man and gave up his seat on the chopper so he wouldn't die there. He had horror stories of Naha City of the most literal kind.

His brother was Army Corps. of Engineers; Korea - they built what needed to be built when and where it needed to built whether it was possible or not.

My father tried to join every branch, but the combination of color blindness and flat feet excluded him. His brother was Navy.

My maternal grandfather was one that worked for the guys making the equipment at General Dynamics; Ft. Worth. (I have a piece of the original test model for the chimp capsule he helped design the insulation for. They called it a "space sandwich.)

My paternal grandmother was an Army WAC; WWII.

My cousin did 3 tours in Iraq with the Marines.

And, most recently, my other cousin's husband shipped out as a Navy medic.

Thankfully all have survived their service. Others didn't, and Memorial Day marks the time we honor that as well as the reasons those who didn't make it back died. It's easy to say Freedom isn't Free, but their sacrifice deserve more than that. There are as many reasons as there are fallen soldiers, but I'll focus on the big 10.

1. It's thanks to the men and women who serve that you don't have to hold your church services or Seders in darkened basements, and you can take out your prayer rug and bow to the east. That whatever icons are important to your religion can be displayed with pride instead of hidden in fear or made a source of shame. Thanks to them, Christmas trees and menorahs can be lit bright in the window and those who participate in the Festival of Color can enjoy their day. No one's forced to eat during Ramadan for fear of being discovered. You can wear a head scarf, but can't be forced to sew a Star-of-David on your coat. That's freedom of religion.

It's thanks to the men and women who serve that our news comes from different outlets and different angles and isn't stamped "Approved Government News". We don't have someone looming over our shoulders to make sure we don't find out what's going on in another part of the world or cleaning up opinions of our leaders. We don't get notices telling us not to worry about hurricane season or flooding because our leaders took care of that problem or warning us to ignore "propaganda" that exposes short-comings that could impact the public. And you don't have to register every moment on line so someone knows where you look and what you read. That's freedom of the press.

It's thanks to the men and women who serve that we can gather together in peaceful protest and shout with a louder voice than we'd able to use on our own. We can get attention directed to the people who have no voice of their own at all and keep the spotlight on those trying to hide things that shouldn't be covered up. That's freedom of assembly.

It's thanks to the men and women who serve that you know who represents you in government and that you know where they stand on what issue. You can get together with like minded individuals and bring your wants and needs to them, and if they don't act the way you think they should, you can tell them your vote's going elsewhere in the next election. That's your right to petition.

2. Even though most of us will never have to use a weapon to defend our home, family or person, the men and women who serve do so to make sure that the right is there if you need it. That's the right to bear arms.

3. Those who serve do so to ensure that your home is your home and not a convenient place to park the local reserves. You have a right to a locked door that can't be breached because a person in uniform wants to use or abuse your property, family or person. That's the right not to quarter.

4. Those who serve do so to ensure you have a right to what's yours and a right to tell others that what's yours is none of their business. You have a right to security and privacy in your own home, and a right to keep what belongs to you in whatever legal manner you choose inside your own space. That's the right of no illegal search and seizure.

5. Those who serve do so to ensure your right to keep your mouth shut. Government officials can't force or coerce you to say you've done something wrong, nor can they put those words in your mouth. They don't have the right to write your confession and have you sign it or take what's yours just because they want it. They have to compensate you. That's the right not to self-incriminate.

6. Those who serve do so to ensure that you aren't shuffled off in the middle of the night never to be seen or heard from again. They make sure that you get a trial where your voice can be heard and your face can be seen, where friends or enemies can speak on your behalf and where your fate is decided by those of your own station rather than an arbitrary decision by someone in authority. That's your right to trial by jury.

7. Those who serve do so to ensure that rights to trial don't only apply to criminal cases. They make sure that your property and business get a chance to make their case in court with facts to support your side being presented. That's your right to civil trial by jury.

8. Those who serve do so to make sure that no official body throws a child in jail for life for stealing a meal or beats someone to death in the street as punishment. They ensure that the perpetrator of a crime is the sole recipient of the punishment, and that his/her children and spouse aren't jailed as well. They ensure that torture isn't a penalty assigned by the court and that no force to engage in the practice has the right to operate. That's your right not to have cruel and unusual punishment.

9. Those who serve do so to ensure fancy words and regulations don't outsmart common sense. That's your right retain rights not specifically listed.

10. Those who serve do so to ensure the republic remembers that it's made of many parts and that those parts have rights, too. They ensure the states remember that they are made of many people and that those people have rights, too. No right of one entity can exclude another from its rights. That's the right of state and person.


Most people know about the Bill of Rights, few can tell you what they say beyond "Pleading the 5th" or freedom of press/religion. But every one of those rights was bought and paid for with blood of men and women who died believing they were worth protecting for their families and children and friends and strangers. Every right and privilege you overlook is a death in vain because you can't exercise rights you don't know you have.

Those red stripes aren't just representative of the colonies that started this country; they're a tribute to the blood spilled to birth it and used as the ink to write the contract with its citizens.

Remember those who gave more than their fair share to make sure your got yours, and remember the gift they gave you. They don't deserve to be forgotten.

Happy Memorial Day.