But don't worry.
This isn't one of those posts where I talk about anything sad. No one is giving up, throwing in the word-soggy towel or any other cleaning implement for that matter.
In fact, it's exactly the opposite.
Losing Hope is Book Two in the Persephone Campbell series (you know, the one I write, but to the annoyance of all my friends in PR, almost never talk about on this blog). It's the follow up to Losing Beauty and will be followed by the third and, as yet unnamed, final book in the series.
This is aspirational art month and to include my own books feels a little like cheating, like stretching or massaging the truth, as I learned to say in law school. Not because I don't like my books. To the contrary, I love them. It's just they aren't exactly aspirational. They're more chocolate Pop Tarts in book form, written to be devoured by all my seriously smart, pop culture loving friends and fans.
The initial reviews are calling Losing Hope dark, carnal, smart and yummy.
But, here's the thing. It's not entirely ready for public consumption. It still has some last minute marinating to do. The days need to get a little shorter before Losing Hope is set loose, joining the rank and file of other books waiting on shelves, both electronic and wooden, anxious to be picked up and read.
In the meantime I have something for you.
A little gift.
Except I'm kind of nervous for you to open it!
What if you don't like it!?!
I really hope you do!
Okay *deep breath* go ahead.
Just rip it open.