It never gets any easier. I'm sitting here stressing, planning to release my second book on July 1 (Why do these things always coincide with a holiday?!) and I don't know if the cover's right and what if the editing isn't good enough, and I need to finalize my blurb and and and and...
Ad nauseum. I published Without A Voice in April (coinciding with April Fools, duh) and I thought I was over this. Instead I'm stressing even more. If I stress more with every book that I put out, how long before I'm huddled in a corner crying?
So here it is. Spirit, available July 1. Spirit is an Urban Fantasy/Paranormal novella.
Valerian (Val) Howell has no intention of using the Spirit skills she was born with, until she stands over the body of another spirit worker at a murder scene.
At that point she has a choice. It's either use those skills or get flattened, with the dubious help of an irritatingly attractive coworker-turned-bodyguard who just might be working for her enemies.
She's tangled in a web of memories that aren't even hers, fighting an enemy she can't see with weapons she's never taught herself to use.
Why can't anything dealing with Spirit be simple?