The Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance hit my mailbox today, and it looks good. I read the first story, “The Key to Happiness” by Gwyn Cready, and it’s smart and funny and sweet. I’ll give you my impressions as I go. I’ve also started The Singers of Nevya by Louise Marley, while waiting for my daughter to have her wisdom teeth out, and I’m enjoying it. In her non-writing life Louise sings, and in this book, an omnibus of three of her novels, she makes use of her knowledge for a fine fantasy.

In other reading news, I’ve read the stories in the most recent Realms of Fantasy. Some fine stuff — again, when I catch up I’ll share my thoughts.

Now for news of my own work: As an apology for the website outage, I turned to my Amazon Author page and posted the first chapter of my newest complete project, The Unexpected Miss Bennet, there. If you haven’t had a chance to visit, please do. If the blog is down here, I will try to keep you updated there.

The third book in the Gordath Wood series is well underway, about 27,000 words complete. I want to get a bit further along, but I will also post the first chapter here in January, once I polish the heck out of it and make it all purty and shiny. (While working from home today to tend the aforementioned daughter who had her wisdom teeth out, we watched Firefly. Hence the dialect.)

So that’s what’s been going on. Let’s hope that the Tech Gods remain happy at least through Christmas. I don’t think I could take another outage like that one. Apologies again, and enjoy the new content!

Wow. Talk about a cover. This is  for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance, coming out in December with my story “Pilot’s Forge.”That is one hot guy.

Upon taking a closer look, I have decided that the cover artist chose Merritt Crane, my hero, for the cover. Because he’s exactly as I imagined Merritt.

For example:

She padded down the steps as quietly as she could. Her spaceman dozed in the chair by the window, the gun lying in his lap. He didn’t wake, and she just took him in for a minute. Tall and lean, with dark hair, stubble on his face. Not classically handsome — someone had broken his nose at one point and it set awry, and she bet he had been teased about his ears when he was a kid –  but oh, nice just the same. She took another step down the stairs, hitting the step that always creaked. He jerked awake, handgun up, then relaxed as he took in his surroundings. He looked at her.

See? Mmmm….