by Maureen L. Bonatch
So...I have a new book coming out on October 7th! entitled,
Grandma Must Die
'book, book, book, book-out!'
Tweeting and Pinning and Blogging- oh my!
I could post an excerpt here and be done with it. I could ramble on endlessly about the story, the characters, the process of getting from idea to a finished novel, or how it took close to two years to get this story where I wanted it to be or what it's like to be an author and just what I sacrifice to make time to get the words on the page (just ask my hubby who'd like to see me without my laptop, my friends who still naively ask me if I've watched a specific television show, my exercise videos gathering dust, the dust bunnies renting out rooms in my home...you get the picture).
Because from my experience, most authors (including myself) are introverts. Despite the time suck that social media elicits, it's a rich haven of opportunities for authors who might not be the best personal promoters (the few times I've attempted public speaking have not had the best results...if only I could do it telepathically.).
But give me a keyboard, and I won't shut up!
So if you ask me if my book is out yet...in person, then my face pinches up like I've bit into a lemon, my brow furrows and I frantically think about how to express over 80,000 words that I've purged, honed and molded into a story. Inside I'm ecstatic, mooning over the cover, smiling until my cheeks want to crack and...
...all that comes out is, "Yeah."
So without further ado, I'll let the cover and blurb speak for themselves. Cause we all know, I'm gonna end up just babbling about love, magic, witches and bounty hunters.
She's a witch hunting a spell. He's hunting witches and falling for her.
Carman has worn out more towns and last names than impractical shoes protecting the secret of her magic blood. But when a friend goes missing, and another is infected with a deadly spell, Carman must choose. Expose her magic blood by curing the spell—or stop the infection from spreading by killing the source…the grandmother.
Magic bounty hunter Dylan has scoured libraries of banned magic paraphernalia seeking a method to distinguish genuine witches from impersonators. He suspects unorthodox librarian Carman might hold this information tighter than the hair he’s dying to unleash from her bun. With a past as hidden as his sleeve of tattoos, Dylan discovers he’s been used to gain Carman’s trust and their passion risks more than mixing mortals and magic.
So...Tell me, are you an introvert or an extrovert? Love Social Media? Or hate it?
Penning stories boasting laughter, light suspense and something magical in the hope of sharing her love of finding the extraordinary in the ordinary world.