My first book published is called Windswept Shores, and in the years since it was published I've worked off and on on the book that follows it.
However, I've had Microsoft Word loose it, got the blue screen of death twice and some other problems too numerous to name. I've gone through five computers and still working on this same story.
The first time it went poof was so upsetting I felt physically ill.
But... the exciting thing is that this is the year....I'm very close to launching Windswept Shores, a survivor's love story part 2.
I haired an editor to work with me, and now a cover artist, so my book will have a professional cover.
The launch date is tentatively set for sometime before Valentines day. And that will be February of this year.
I'm trying not to get too excited about it, but it will be my fourth book published.
So happy, yay!
Blurb for Windswept Shores two:
Megan and Seth are finally rescued off their little island, but things are far from idyllic as they’re treated to one nasty surprise after another, which puts all plans of a wonderful future in jeopardy.
Will they ever get back together again or see the life they envisioned?
Megan slapped his rump. “Come on. Get your butt in gear!”
“Orright, love. I’m getting up.” Seth sat and ran a hand over his short beard. “I don’t reckon you’d be this excited about pirates?”
“It’s someone else. Come on. Get your clothes on.” Jerking open the built in Chester drawers, she tossed a T-shirt and shorts at him.
Seth eased into the shorts.
Megan grit her teeth. He’s taking too long. As he pulled on the T-shirt, she grabbed his arm and rushed out of the cabin, Seth stumbling behind her.
Once on deck, he popped his face out of the shirt and stared open mouthed. “Bugger me dead.” He shaded his eyes. “Is that a ‘copter?”
“It certainly is.” She bounced on the balls of her feet. Finally, we’re going to be rescued.
The small helicopter floated along the beach and landed. A cloud of sand and grit filled the air.
Seth grinned at Megan. They climbed the ladder out of the boat and hurried down the slope and across the beach to greet the new arrivals.
When the motor wound down, a slim redheaded man exited.
The pilot leaned out the door and yelled, “We can’t stay here too long.”
The slim man nodded. “Okay. Let me talk to these people before we head back.”
There was something familiar about the new arrival’s hair and build. As the young man drew closer, she was able to see his face better, and her eyes widened. Is it really him? Her heart sped up. The sight of him reminded her of how much she'd given up to be on the island with Seth.
“Eli?” Before she knew it, she was sprinting toward him. “Eli!”
“Mom?” Her nineteen-year-old son threw his arms around her, catching her in mid leap. He chuckled and spun her around. “I found you! I found you!”
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