That’s what I’ve been since the last time I did a blog entry! With a little luck and a lot of work, the final book of my Summers Sisters trilogy will be complete by the end of the month, so watch for my release party coming in the next week or so.
Also, in case you didn’t know, my books are now available on iTunes and Nook as well as some other outlets. I’ve been releasing links to those as they become available on my Facebook page at www.facebook.com/TeresaAKeefer.
I want to send out a very sincere thank you to those of you who voted for the cover of Threefold in the recent cover of the month on All Author. It’s the support of all of you that got me to the final round and even though I didn’t win the contest, I was still a winner because of all of you! And don’t forget, if you voted, go check out to see if you were the lucky winner of the $20 Amazon gift card.
How are you all faring with the cold weather and grey skies of winter? For a person who really enjoys the different seasons, there are times I’m ready for sunny skies, green grass, flowers and gardening. Which is what I will be planning here shortly. What I’m going to grow in my garden this year. It will soon be time to start seeds indoors and I’ve been poring through the garden catalogs trying to decide what delectable veggies will make it into the garden this year. And, of course, checking out the different flowers that I will be using for the landscaping around my back porch. After watching The Shack and seeing the awesome porch in the movie with its vining flowers, I’m thinking of trumpet vines, honeysuckle, climbing roses and clematis. With some hanging baskets of purple wave petunias and potted plants to grace the rest of the porch. And I’m dreaming of watching my hummingbirds return to feed from the feeders I have hanging on my porch. What do the rest of you do to chase away the winter blues?
You may be wondering what I have next on the agenda for releases. Well, I hope to have something for everyone this year as I turn loose my alter egos. There will be the re-release of my Vengeance series with the final book sometime in August if you like vampires and New Orleans. If you’ve been following along with the excerpts of Faith’s Hope on my blog, you will definitely want to take a look at the full novella to be released sometime in the spring. If you are more in the mood for erotica, Autumn Drake will be releasing two more novellas in the Diary of a Prostitute series. And, if your tastes run more along the lines of political thrillers, I will be introducing the first book by Ann Nevada in the upcoming months. I am also going to have a fourth book in the Possum Creek series. If you have been following this series, you will be able to read about Ellie’s romance with a newcomer to town.
See, I’ve not been ignoring my blog. I’ve just been busy with projects that I hope will appeal to each and every one of you in the upcoming year. I also plan on releasing a quarterly newsletter that will begin on February 14th. If you haven’t already signed up for my newsletter, please take the time to send me an email at [email protected] and just write SIGN ME UP in the subject line and my lovely PA will get you on the mailing list. Newsletter subscribers will get the first news of any new releases and will have the opportunity for exclusive giveaways and short stories. I can’t wait!!
Without much more delay, here is the last installment of Faith’s Hope:
The antique mantel clock chimed once, signaling that the time was heading toward morning. On the sofa between Faith and Brent was everything that she had managed to dig up about his Civil War ancestor and the elusive Hope Avery. But all of the information had come to an abrupt conclusion at about the same time that the war had ended.
Brent rubbed his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t get it. I know that there were several of my ancestors that fought on both sides during the Civil War but I don’t recall hearing anything about a Geoffrey.” He powered off the laptop he had retrieved from his car earlier to try to assist them in piecing together the story of Hope and Geoffrey. As he started to close the top, he glanced over at the woman sitting on the opposite end of the sofa. There was something about her that invoked a protectiveness that he hadn’t ever felt before toward anyone else. He couldn’t explain it. Hell, he didn’t even know this woman. Well, except how fantastic it had felt kissing her earlier.
As he looked around the small apartment, he noticed that it was devoid of any photographs other than the tintype. That was unusual. Perhaps she had just moved in and hadn’t unpacked everything yet. No, that couldn’t be the case because he had checked to see how long she had been at the coffee shop so she wasn’t all that new to New Orleans. Maybe she was a criminal hiding out from the authorities. Inwardly, he chuckled. This girl was too nice and too wholesome looking to be a criminal. But there was something about her. A certain vulnerability. And being the attorney that he was, he was curious.
“Have you lived here long?” He watched her body language and noticed slight stiffening of her slender frame.
Faith shook her head. “Only a couple months.”
Brent noticed that her hands trembled a bit as she made an attempt to straighten the sheets of copies she had made on one of her trips to the library. “What made you decide to move to New Orleans? Family? A boyfriend?” He reached across and touched the back of her hand and attempted to make a joke of it. “I hope that I didn’t tread on somebody else’s territory earlier.” He even cracked a grin to try to ease what was evidently uneasy for Faith to talk about.
She stood up and started collecting their empty glasses and plates from the snacks she had put together for them as they studied internet article after internet article. With her back to him she succinctly threw up a wall between them to discourage any further questioning. She was slender. Perhaps too slender. And she had a general nervousness about her that despite her attempts to overcome, seemed to simmer right below the surface of her outward personality. She reminded him of an iceberg, not because she was cold by any means, but because she only showed the tip of who she was and Brent sensed that that there was a whole hell of a lot more beneath the surface of Faith Marshall. And he intended to find out what it was.
Faith stammered as she turned back to look at him. “I really need to get to bed. I have the early shift at the coffee shop tomorrow.”
It was a dismissal. A way to avoid answering his last round of questioning. Brent got the message loud and clear. As far as she was concerned, it was time for him to leave. But he wasn’t quite ready. He stood and moved toward her. Intended to give her something to think about. Brent held her gaze with his own and reached out to trace a line along the side of her jaw with his index finger. Was satisfied to see her catch her breath and shiver a little. He smiled as his lips descended to lightly touch hers. Then he stepped away and strode on long legs toward the front door leaving Faith standing in the center of the living room with a blank look on her face while the sound of disjointed female laughter drifted through the quiet of the night. ——THE END
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