Hello to my faithful and patient readers.
I know what you are thinking...weren't you supposed to not only post updates but release a book by now? Did you fall off the face of the earth or worse, quit when the stories were getting good? I know, I am the worst but I bring good tidings.
Over the summer, I found out I was pregnant and in February I welcomed my first child! It was a harrowing ride and for those who experienced pregnancy and all the joys and wonders it brings, along with working full time in a new job, you know just how exhausting it all was. Also, they never tell you about the sleep depravation. Okay, they have, but I chose to ignore the warnings and let me tell you, it is very eye opening (literally) how much time you spend with your little one. Thankfully, I have cracked the code of newborns (not really) and been taking time to write now that I erased from the equation work (thank you maternity leave) pregnancy (thank you for breathing again) and longer periods of sleep (thank you to my new child for figuring that one out).
What does this mean now? I am hoping to finish "Budding Moon" later this year. I do not want to put a timeline on this since life is a little chaotic but I made a schedule to get some writing done each day and finish hopefully by the end of the summer. Of course that means extra time for edits, beta readers, revisions and all the fun that comes from the writers process. If you are still out there though and want to keep checking in, I will try to release monthly a snippet of the story, which has been a blast to write. Of course, this is subject to change as edits are made.
Thank you for understanding and here is a sneak peak for you!
In glad tidings,
L.B.
“Quinn, I want to lower you but I don’t think you would be accommodating. If I did lower you, I need you to remain calm. I know a promise will not be trusted coming from a stranger but I promise that I will never harm you and will keep you safe.”
“Trusting is a big ask.” I said weighing my options. I wanted to be let down, badly, but the urge to fight was strong too. At the end of the day, I knew I couldn’t fight being on the top of a boat but I nodded, afraid to say the words that would agree with him.
With my nod, I felt the shifting of the shoulders as he lowered me into both his arms. The warmth of his body cradling me made me feel comforted and I almost regretted agreeing to leave it behind for a bit of freedom. I stared into his chest, hidden by a flannel red shirt but stretched from the muscle that obviously hid under it. My eyes trailed up, curious to see who I was speaking to.
The minute my eyes met his, I knew my life was his to hold forever.
