My proof copy of The Storm and the Darkness came in the mail yesterday. I vaguely recalled the thrill I experienced the moment I held St. Charles at Dusk in my hands, but it must have faded with time because it didn’t prepare me for the excitement of experiencing it again, with my second book.
Or the feeling of seeing them, side by side, on my shelf. Two beautiful books, both my me. Sigh. I’m a real author. More, I am officially the writer of a series. *Slips on big girl author panties.*
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