Nightlights
I have a new novel in progress, a crime-fantasy set in the City of Light and thus full of shadows. It’s also full of auxilary characters who are giving me trouble by being coolly named (so I can’t arrest them), lovable (so I can’t kill them off) or in the case of the newest one [...]
sticky note #389
? = baby book
Because this vampire is like a toothache; he’s keeping me awake wondering what his name is, drat him.
If you liked that post, then try these…Rising MoonLasting EchoesFeral Intensity: Prologue
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Rising Moon
Shadow Connor, the Huntress series
Book 2
© GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Excerpt:
The phone ringing sort of brought me back to the present. Blinking, I wondered how long I’d been sitting there staring at the wanted poster in front of me without even seeing it. The office door opened, and a familiar, entirely unwelcome scent flowed towards me.
James Wolfe, [...]
Lasting Echoes
Shadow Connor, the Huntress series
Book 0
Lasting Echoes is a collection of short stories covering Shadow’s past.
© GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Excerpt from The Outcast:
Lubbock, Texas 1958
In the lunchroom, I went through the line and paused, surveying the tables for an empty spot. There was one that no one was sitting at the end of, so I walked [...]
Feral Intensity: Prologue
Shadow Connor, the Huntress series, Book One. Word Count: 595
© GL Drummond, 2008-2009
Three years ago…
I gave out a yelp of pain as his fist smashed into my face. Dude packed a decent punch, I had to say. I dropped, since that was probably what he meant the punch to cause. I caught another thump on the temple as I went down. Not quite enough to daze me, but I let him think it did. Man, I thought to myself as he yanked my arms behind my back and cuffed me, Maureen’s going to be pissed at me in the morning.
The Hunt
This was the first appearance of Connie, who turned out to be a vampire hunting Librarian (with help from Kate and Damian!).
Flash fiction, word count only 197.
© GL Drummond, 2008-2009
There’s power in his movements, but it doesn’t occur to me to be afraid as he approaches me, holds his hand out in offer. I take it, gazing at his handsome face, the dark eyes that smile quietly at me. The club is crowded, yet we may as well be all alone as he leads me out to the dance floor. I’ve never danced like this, so sensually, with so much body contact. His hands search the bared skin of my lower back, caressing lightly as we move together.
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