This is where I had my first cup of coffee. In that house. In a kitchen at the back of the house. It was both a simple and a complicated time. But the coffee was great.
Four. Words.
“Love you,” he said.
Updated Austin and Lexington February Coffee Meets
Please join me in Austin, TX or in Lexington, KY with Mary Calmes if you can make it! Let us know if you’re coming.
AUSTIN with Rhys Ford
Bennu Coffee House
2001 E Martin Luther King Jr Blvd
Austin, TX 78702
Sat • Feb 13, 2016 • 10 am to 12 pm
LEXINGTON with Mary Calmes & Rhys Ford
Common Grounds Coffee
343 East High Street
Lexington Kentucky 40507
Weds • Feb 17, 2016 • 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm
Kai 2… *loading*
Today is ask about Kai Day. So, let me give a quick what’s up. *grins*
Update on Kai Gracen Book 2.
- It has a tentative name: Thunder Horse Rock
- I do not have a cover yet
- Thunder Horser Rock will be released this year
- I am on chapter fourteen
- Kai’s a bit pissy at the moment of this writing.
This is from the opening of Chapter One.
A step or two later, a torrent of swirling winds kicked up from the shore, sweeping over the crinkled black landscape and into tight clefts of jagged peaks at the base of the Pendle range. The juts stabbed at the air, envious of their craggy mountains looming behind them and snagged the interest of the smaller lizards on the draconian food chain. Dotting an upper mesa like dollops of stygian meringue, they provided a safe haven of sorts for the lesser beasts, a place where battles for territory and mates were raged under a sea of stars. The rising wind was harsh, grabbing at my shout and whisking my panicked mewling off as if it never existed.
Screaming into the wind was as useless as pissing in it except you didn’t get a mouthful of pee when you turned your head.
Considering the dragon riding my ass, I’d take the mouthful of piss any day.
Yiiiiiiiiiis. This.
*gleeful clapping*
Deep Breathe In. *grins*
There are times in my life when everything gets a bit too loud. It feels like pressure up against the inside of my temples. Too much stimulation. Too much colour. Too much noise. Usually it’s too much pulling from too many people in so many directions.
Today was one of those days. Well, to be honest, the past five days have been like a spiderweb nightmare of yank and pull.
It’s not a bad thing once I realize it. Because that’s when to take a step back, take a deep breath and remember what’s at the centre of it all. Or at least find a centre.
We were kind of half-laughing yesterday about how I seem to get pinged for solving life’s problems by all manner of people. Which is hilarious because I can’t even really solve my life problems. I frequently misplace my Kindle so there you go…why would you look to me for answers on anything.
Today, someone was on their computer with a web browser open and asked me… how do you google [item]?
My reply was… “Really? Dude.”
We have that kind of relationship. I can tease that way. She just had a severe brain fart and was looking for a life preserver.
I think the hardest thing to do is to get stuck on “receive”, taking more and more things in until you’re full… kind of overcooked and done. I reached that this afternoon. I literally* felt something in my head pop. It wasn’t any one thing. I’d just reached that point. Which is silly. Because I’m better at management my silly brain than that.
So this afternoon, I’m going to take a breath, maybe a nap, but definitely a breather. What about all of you? What’s the centre-ritual or things you do to get that reboot?
Austin and Kentucky Coffee Meet and Greet. Ish. Feb 13th and Feb Dunno Yet.
Okay… as an aside to signings, cons and all of that nonsense *grins* …
Let’s talk coffee.
AUSTIN people. Let me know if you’re coming by.
Saturday, Feb 13th at 10 am to 12 pm
Bennu Coffee
2001 E Martin Luther King Jr Blvd
Austin, TX 78702
Lexington, Kentucky
Anyone still interested? Can you all do a weekday late afternoon? Early evening?
Ink and Shadows now out on Audiobook!
Link to Audible! Greg Tremblay narrating.
Kismet Andreas lives in fear of the shadows.
For the young tattoo artist, the shadows hold more than darkness. He is certain of his insanity because the dark holds creatures and crawling things only he can see – monsters who hunt out the weak to eat their minds and souls, leaving behind only empty husks and despair.
And if there’s one thing Kismet fears more than being hunted – it’s the madness left in its wake.
The shadowy Veil is Mal’s home. As Pestilence, he is the youngest – and most inexperienced – of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, immortal manifestations resurrected to serve – and cull – mankind. Invisible to all but the dead and insane, the Four exist between the Veil and the mortal world, bound to their nearly eternal fate. Feared by other immortals, the Horsemen live in near solitude, but Mal longs to know more than death, war and famine.
Mal longs to be…more human. To interact with someone other than lunatics or the deceased.
When Kismet rescues Mal from a shadowy attack, Pestilence is suddenly thrust into a vicious war – where mankind is the prize, and the only one who has faith in Mal is the human the other Horsemen believe is destined to die.
Dishing Some Dirt(y)
So there we have it.
The official release date for Dirty Heart, the final book in the Cole McGinnis series.
A little over two months and I will be closing the door to the first “house” I’ve built. The book is pretty much done, going through the final stages of the production process. The cover and blurb are set. ARCs haven’t gone out yet but I’ll be doing that closer to the release date, along with a firm caveat not to post spoilers.
I’m assuming you all don’t want spoilers.
When I started this series, I knew I’d eventually reach this point. Did take a bit of a side trip with Down and Dirty because well, it seemed like you all wanted Bobby and Ichi’s relationship written down but here we go… the end.
Is it bittersweet? In a lot of ways, yes. But in one HUGE way, no. See, there won’t be that secret any more. That underlying question. I knew I was going to be answering the why did Ben shoot them and now, a few years later… it’s time to let that secret go.
And time for Cole… and Jae… to move on with their lives. Just…off the page.
For a while. But you never know when a leather-wearing granny dom is going to need some help.
Rhys Ford 