I can’t believe it’s Friday already! Where has the week gone?? I feel like I’ve been busy every day, yet somehow, I don’t have much to show for it, lol. The good news is, I have no plans for the weekend, so hoping to get some time in then for more writing. We’ll see come Monday how that plan worked out.
In keeping with my tradition right before a release, I’ve got interviews, giveaways, and guest blogs set up. Yes, that means a whole lot more of me on the internet, but I hope to make up for that by giving away lots of books and prizes :). Example: Bloody Bookaholic has an interview up where I talk about writing, FIRST DROP OF CRIMSON, Bones, and more. Also in that interview is a chance to win a copy of one of my books, so head on over to http://bloodybookaholic.blogspot.com/2010/01/interview-with-jeaniene-frost.html to check it out.
Next, I’m having a release party over at Bitten By Books. This will be my third release party with BBB and they always do a great job. RSVP there now to get 25 credits toward the contest that will kick off Monday: http://bittenbybooks.com/?p=18947
And now, here’s another snippet from FIRST DROP OF CRIMSON. Some of this was posted a while ago on my fan site, but most of you probably haven’t read it, so here you go :).
“How old were you when you died?” Denise asked, going off the path in favor of walking in the snow. Spade followed behind her, his steps sounding so much surer than hers in the dark.
She sighed. “I’ll be twenty eight on my next birthday.”
“I’ll be two hundred and fifty seven on my next birthday,” Spade replied, an edge of something she couldn’t name in his voice.
Giving him another once-over, Denise couldn’t help but laugh.
“You look pretty good for such an old man.”
He grinned, his smile a white, wicked flash in the night. “Flattery will get you everywhere, darling.”
She had to turn away quickly, because if she didn’t, her gaze would linger too long on all the evidence of her statement. Spade did look good. Too good, especially with his shirt blowing behind him, showing a chest that looked like moonlight carved into life. His long black hair also rustled in the breeze, taking turns hiding or revealing his face, but it wasn’t hard for her to see his eyes. Their dark depths glowed with green specks, drawing her gaze even though she knew it was dangerous to keep looking.
Denise sat down, pretending to draw something in the snow, ignoring the cold seeping in through her long skirt. She had on tights and knee high boots underneath her skirt, but that wasn’t enough to protect her from the freezing earth. Still, better to shiver from contact with the snow than reveal the tremble that had swept through her while she’d stared at Spade. This isn’t you, she reminded herself. It’s just the demon marks.
The crunching of snow announced that Spade was walking over to her. Denise didn’t glance at him. She felt her heart speeding up and cursed herself for it.
Spade’s voice was lower, and he drew her name out in a way that made her heart speed up even more. Still, she kept her attention on the random pattern she’d drawn, even when she felt him kneel down next to her.
It’s just the demon marks, just the demon marks…
His hand slid across her back. Shivers rippled through her that had nothing to do with the cold. Then Spade’s shoulder brushed hers, followed by his leg touching her thigh as he moved even closer.
Everywhere he grazed her, her flesh felt like it was vibrating. Denise kept her head bent, her hair covering her face, hand quivering as she continued to blindly trace her fingers through the snow.
It’s just the demon marks, just the demon marks!
Spade brushed her hair back with a light, caressing stroke. She wished his fingers felt lifeless and cold, but they didn’t. They felt strong, supple, and knowing. Like he realized exactly how she was reacting to his touch.