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So...I did this thing since the last time I posted. I published 'Her True Name: Volume One'. Sorry I didn't tell everyone sooner, but I've been waiting for something ELSE to go wrong. (Thank you Heather Savage and Kathy Steinemann for your endless patience.) It didn't, so here we are...HER TRUE NAME: VOLUME ONE Finally!!
As you will notice, it's e-book only in the U.S. That's because it's only twenty-five thousand words. Hardly worth printing. Also, it's a series, and since I don't really know how many installments there will be, I can't expect readers to buy them all at an escalated print-out price. After all, it starts in ancient Egypt and ends this century.
The bad news, is that it's ONLY available through Amazon. The good news is that's because I signed up for Kindle Unlimited. Think of it as Netflix for books. You pay one price, and you can read as many books as you like for the month! That means my other novels and any others signed up for KU. I also signed up to Amazon's terms because they'll take care of a lot of marketing and promotions for me. You know...The stuff I HATE doing? We'll see how this goes. Right now, I'm just really relieved things are going well. Oh, and if you don't want to sign up for Kindle Unlimited, my novella is still available to all. You might wish to wait until Amazon puts it on special.
CORRECTIONAL NOTE: Yes, this book is available in Canada through amazon.ca. Sorry, I should have mentioned that. I think it's international as well.
Would you like an excerpt? I hope you like it.
Salvia
swallowed her trepidation and forced herself to calm. She was never good at
hiding her emotions, but she would have to learn if he was to come to her home every day. She picked at the folds of
her garment, trying to present herself as tidy as possible. She wore white. Her
jewelry marked her importance as lady of the house, with her hair up, bejeweled
in gold scarabs. He would respect her importance.
“Mistress?”
Salvia
stood straighter. “Yes?”
Her
servant lowered her eyes as she entered the room. “The scholar has arrived.”
Salvia
nodded. “Bring him to me.” Her stomach dropped the moment her maid turned her
back. Why did her knees shake? What was wrong with her?
Too
quickly the servant returned with Theophrastus, and Salvia found herself gifted
with amazement.
His
clothing was washed and white, no longer dusted with memories of his long
journey and in good repair. His hands were clean and his head shaved. His
demeanor suggested supplication she hadn’t expected.
She
caught her breath at the sight of him, remembering his naked torso glistening
in the moonlight, how his song touched her now racing heart. It was unlike her
to feel this way. It excited and mortified her.
“Mistress
Salvia,” He was smiling at her. She didn’t trust it. “I am pleased to be in
your presence, and I look forward to teaching your children.” Awkward silence
ensued, even after the servant excused herself from the room. He sighed and tried again to elicit conversation. “You were only a child when I left for the city. Did you know it
was I who delivered you? I was a few years younger than your age at the time.”
“I am
aware of that.” Salvia couldn’t bring herself to let her guard down. He was
only being contrite because her husband hired him. His pleasantries were
meaningless.
Theophrastus dropped his gaze to the ground. “I must apologize,” he
said, and Salvia felt her anger lifting. He was full of surprises today. “I
should not have placed judgement on you. Femi told me of your generosity and
kindness. As an educated man, I should know better than to form opinions based
on appearances. I ask for forgiveness.”
The gods
must be playing with her. Where did this sudden change of heart come from?
Worse still she knew she would relent.
I'd also like to tell you Volume Two will take place in Uppsala, Sweden, in the time of the Funnel-beakers. I hope to have that one out next year, barring any other 'glitches'. Enjoy!
