Happy Wednesday! In honor of Nightsong‘s “book birthday” next Monday, I’m giving away TWO eBook bundles of Nightsong/Anthem (or for anyone who doesn’t want Anthem or already owns it, the choice of a different book in my backlist). You can enter the giveaway after the snippet below.
Since Nightsong is book #2 in my Notes from Boston series, here’s the official announcement: It was supposed to stop at book #4 (which is already in outlines, and I know where the overarching plot is headed). Instead, I’m going to keep writing after that one’s done. There are plenty of side characters and more adventures to be had among the four MCs who were the original gang. After #4 is written, I’m not sure whether there will be any more multi-book story arcs. Probably not. I’d like each one to be a standalone and be connected only by the characters being known to each other. Also, beginning with #4, the plan is for them to stop being primarily M/M, although they will consistently revolve around LGBTQIA characters/themes. I have many reasons for this, but mostly I just don’t want to be limited by one category. (Fun fact: I’m working on a sequel to An Act of Devotion, and one side character from that will cross over to become part of the Boston series. Which one is still a secret.)
On to the WIPpet. Working with the theme, I’m posting a bit of book #3, Drumbeat. I have enough written that I may stick with that for a bit. In this snippet, you’ll see Jamie from a different angle. This is in Cian’s POV (for anyone who’s been following along at home, Cian is the sexy Irish dancer appearing briefly in both other books).
WIPmath: 4/26 = (2 + 6) / 4 = 2 paragraphs.
Cian watched Jamie leave. He’d seen him sitting at the bar, drinking whatever he’d ordered over there instead of bringing it back to the table. For the life of him, Cian couldn’t figure out what Jamie’s problem was. Not that Cian saw him often, but every time, Jamie snubbed him. Cian suspected Jamie was trying to wash his image, erase his history by playing a different character. Perhaps he thought Cian should have worn more clothes on stage and that Jamie was better for having given up his prior employment. He vaguely wondered if Jamie was one of those ex-Catholic hard-core evangelicals like Cian’s aunt. It would explain the teetotaling and the attitude, although he didn’t get the sense that Jamie’s band was some kind of religious group.
It was too bad. Jamie was a thousand shades of adorable, and no amount of pseudo-bad-boy play-acting could hide it. While making his way to the table after performing, Cian had taken a few minutes to admire him. Jamie was tiny, probably barely five-foot-five. His brown hair was short and spiked. He had piercings all over, enough in visible areas that Cian wondered if he had some in less public places too. He didn’t recall him having any in his videos, not that he wanted to admit how much of Jamie’s body he’d seen. And those eyes—dark and sparkling, black-lined to give him a hint of being trouble. Even now, after Jamie’s snooty behavior, it made Cian’s insides ripple to think about him.
And here’s the giveaway!
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