The rain has finally stopped after several days. Maybe the chickens and the garden can dry out. Nothing looks more pathetic than a chicken which is sopping wet and too stupid to go back in the hen house.
But I have had a little more time to work on my WIP–The Russian. And work is coming along on the cover art for Dante’s Angel. I hate trying to come up with images for my books. No matter what the characters look like, there is seldom anything which truly represents the people I see in my head.
I’ve decided to name the series Speranza, which is the city on Gambler’s Folly where most of the stories begin. I was originally going to name the series Gambler’s Folly, but with the first book having the same name, I thought it might be confusing.
So Speranza it is!
As soon as I have a cover, I will reveal it here and on Facebook.
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Want to read the book which started the series?
Gambler’s Folly
Here’s a snippet from Dante’s Angel
“Have you heard anything about Angela?”
“A little. She is a cousin of Damiano’s, on his mother’s side. She is twenty-four and has trained as a healer for our kind.”
“Her family are shifters?” Dante asked.
“Yes, cats like us. And she’s training with Damiano’s mother, so she must be very good. The Signora only works with the most promising.”
“I guess I should stop hoping then,” Dante said, sadly.
“Why?”
“Nobody with her background would be interested in me, would they?”
“You should begin to believe in yourself,” Paulo told him. “Why would anyone else believe in you if you don’t? If you’re interested, let her know. You should see her fairly often. I think she’s helping with the wedding.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it.”
“Now that you’ve learned to stand up straight, maybe you will stop putting yourself down at every turn. You work for the agency, in a specialized division. You don’t sweep floors in a warehouse.”
Dante opened his mouth to object, but Paulo gave him a look which said he should think over what he’d just heard before he disagreed. Instead, he nodded, thanked the man for his advice, and walked back over the rest of the party. Maybe Paulo was right. Perhaps he should take another look at his circumstances before he sold himself short.
Ciao! A domani…
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