Today I celebrate the launch of my first novel, Touched, which you can purchase from Amazon for your Kindle here .
<This is my cover. Those are not my boobs.>
Funny, I thought when I finally flipped this book off my shoulders, where it has been squatting for months, something monumental would …. happen? Like a skulltastic implosion, perhaps, if slightly less gory. My brain is still intact (shaddap) and though there are many little details still to iron out–all the other formats, for example, which may or may not fry my grey cells–all in all, I’m doin’ OK. I think I’m even … *slaps hand all over lower face* … holy smokes, I’m smiling! Welp, there goes my Sane Grin Quota for 2011; it’s all Kooky Grimaces from here on out. Consider yourselves forewarned.
Book 2, tentatively entitled Death Rejoices, is going through an overhaul, as I came to the conclusion that I hated the whodunnit thing I’d come up with and wanted to make it a “what-dunnit” instead. You know what this means … yes! Time for more long, hot showers! Aaaaaand time to shred the water bill! Shhh don’t tell you-know-who *broad wink*
As much as I’d love to make this a winded blog about triumph and other self-congratulatory gobbledygook, I assume the paparazzi will take care of that for me. Besides, I have so much work (read: video game playing) on my plate that I should probably ditch the plate and get a platter of some sort. And fill it with cookies. And cheese doodles. And maybe a carrot cake. Y’know, just to be healthy.
To those of you who have already bought Touched, I do hope I’ve offered you a bit of entertainment. To those of you who have read up to the pervy parts, I’M SORRY I’M SORRY STOPTHROWINGSTUFF!!! To those who haven’t reached ’em yet …(lookin’ at you, mom) uh, what pervy parts? There’s no smut. I’m a nice lady. Honest. *toddles off to make tea and get back to ‘work’*
“Marnie Baranuik: the Godzilla of paranormal law enforcement, guaranteed to tromp all over the Tokyo of your investigation. ” –Touched, AJ Aalto