Jayne Does the Air Dance

FIRED UP, the first book in my Dreamlight Trilogy, is out and landed on all the bestseller lists the first week on sale. I know that is because so many of you raced out to buy it and I want to take this opportunity to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am, as they say, dancing on air. Well, sort of. You get the picture.

In answer to all the questions that I've gotten on Facebook and at my website, yes, I am writing Fallon's book as we speak. It will be out this time next year. Meanwhile, you'll catch a glimpse of the new woman in his life in FIRED UP.

There's something else interesting in the back of FIRED UP: The first chapter of BURNING LAMP, the second book in the Dreamlight Trilogy. And don't get me started on what it was like to write the middle book of a trilogy before the first book. I never seem to do things the easy way.

If you haven't read FIRED UP, here's another little taste of the story:

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Energy shivered in a heavy wave through the alley.

The killer screamed again, a shrill, sharp screech that ended with stunning abruptness. He dropped the knife, clutched at his chest and crumpled to the pavement.

The dark figure loomed over the killer for a moment. She saw him lean down and realized that he was checking for a pulse. She knew that he would not find one. She recognized death when she saw it.

The man straightened and turned toward her. Fear held her immobile. There was something wrong with his face. It was too dark to make out his features but she thought she could see a smoldering energy in the dark spheres where his eyes should have been.

Another wave of panic slammed through her, bringing with it a fresh dose of adrenaline. She scrambled to her feet and fled toward the street, knowing, even as she ran, that it was hopeless. The creature with the burning eyes would cut her down as easily as he had the killer.

But the monster did not pursue her. A block away she finally stopped to catch her breath. When she looked back she saw nothing. The street was empty.

She had always hoped that if the worst happened on the way home she might get some help from the men in the gym across the street. But in the end it was a demon that had saved her

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Thank you, thank you, thank you for your warm reception to my Dreamlight Trilogy. I'm so glad that so many of you are enjoying it. By the way, it turns out that Jack Winters' Victorian era ancestor, was a London crime lord. You'll meet Griffin Winters in April.

Sincerely,

Jayne