Feast or famine. That's what the writing life is all about. Currently I'm in feast mode. Yes, indeedy, my friends, it is once again time to yank out your flingle-dingle hooters and bang on your thump-whumpity drums because I have yet another announcement.
I just signed a contract for another book.
Yeah, I know. Right? How in the world am I going to write all these stories? Lots of caffeine and not so much sleep, I suppose. But without further adieu, here are the deets . . .
The book is The Captive Bride (not to be confused with The Captive Heart) and is part of a new series of books soon to be put out by Barbour. Starting with the Mayflower Bride, each successive book captures a different point in American history. I've got the French & Indian War. Woo-hoo! Here's the blurb:
A war-torn countryside is no place for a lady—but Mercy Lytton is a lady like none other. Raised amongst the Mohawks, she straddles two cultures, yet each are united in one cause . . . to defeat the French. Born with a rare gift of unusually keen eyesight, she is chosen as a scout to accompany a team of men on a dangerous mission. Yet it is not her life that is threatened. It is her heart.
Condemned as a traitor, Elias Dubois faces the gallows. At the last minute, he’s offered his freedom if he consents to accompany a stolen shipment of French gold to a nearby fort—but he’s the one they stole it from in the first place. It turns out that the real thief is the beguiling woman, Mercy Lytton, for she steals his every waking thought.
Can love survive divided loyalties in a backcountry wilderness?
I hear voices. Loud. Incessant. And very real. Which basically gives me
two options: choke back massive amounts of Prozac or write fiction. I chose the
latter. Way cheaper. I've been writing since I discovered blank wall space and
Crayolas. I seek to glorify God in all that I write...except for that graffiti
phase I went through as a teenager. Oops. Did I say that out loud?