The New Novel Is Called…
The Cold, Bending Light
The Cold, Bending Light is one of those projects that was in production for a long time. When I recently looked at the source file, the creation date was surprising. Early 2015! Although I can’t say it was being written the entire time, I can tell you it’s conception began around then.
A form was taking shape. Notes were being made. Research was being done. Eventually, a rather extensive outline came into being. After that, I began to breathe life into a story close to my heart.
The Cold, Bending Light is a novel that wasn’t easy to write, but I’m glad I did. It’s gone through the betas and editor, and all of you will be able to nab your copy very soon.
Stay tuned right here, because the next few days will bring more information about the novel, such as the official cover art from Hillhouse Graphic Design!
Good news for Montana Marrenger fans.
The Runaway Train is having a free run until 10/23 starting TODAY!
It’s my gift to you in celebration of my newest release!
Tanglewood, the third book in my Montana Marrenger Mysteries, has finally been published! Here’s a free sample for Tanglewood, if you’re wanting to check it out here first. Enjoy!
“When’s Dad coming home?”
Maggie whirled around to find her little brother standing in the kitchen doorway. His brown hair was tussled and there were pillow crease marks that made a bizarre tapestry of lines and circles along his cheek. “You’re up early, Aiden. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah,” he said in a squeaky voice that made her want to scoop him up in her arms. He pulled out a chair from the small kitchen table and climbed into it. “Where’s Dad?
“He’s at work. Don’t worry, though. He’ll be back before you know it.”
She turned towards the window. The soft glow of morning revealed falling snow outside. It was heavier now, and she just knew they would get another couple of inches added to the three feet that accumulated overnight.
Wind swirled up out of the trees lining the back yard. The birch and cedars were the beginning of a large expanse of woods behind the house. Their skeletal limbs trembled and creaked against the gusts.
“Daddy hates it when it snows.” She washed her hands in the sink, observing the winter storm that had every school in the county closed.
“How could anybody hate snow?” Aiden turned a confused expression towards her. “I love snow! Everyone loves it. You can have snowball fights, you can build snowmen… You can even build a snow fort!”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She stepped away from the sink, pulled a carton of eggs from the fridge, and cracked one into a cast iron skillet that had already been heated up for herself. “It’s not that Dad hates snow, exactly. It’s more that he hates driving in it.”
Aiden followed her movements with wide eyes. “Why?”
“Well.” She glanced at him and smiled at the superman pajamas that rose up just underneath his knees. “Driving in the snow can be kind of tough. It’s hard to see the road.” She scrambled the egg with a spatula. “Hey, I thought we got rid of those pajamas?”
“They don’t fit you very well anymore, kiddo. We should put them in a box and take them to Goodwill with the other clothes from last winter.” She scooped the egg onto a plate, poured a glass of orange juice, and set them on the table in front of him. “I thought dad told you to do that.”
“He did.” He forked the eggs into his mouth as though he hadn’t eaten in a week. “It’s just that these are my favorite.”
“That may be true,” she said while cracking two more eggs into the skillet. “But somewhere out there is another little boy who may not have any pajamas to wear at all. Just remember that.”
He gulped the juice and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve. “Maybe his mom and dad should buy him some.”
She aimed the spatula at him with her eyebrows raised. “My point exactly.”
Hail pinged against the window, startling her. Outside, the wind howled and the snow blew across the yard in sheets.
Aiden was oblivious to the raging storm outside. “Do you think Dad will help me build a snow fort today?”
She glanced at the digital clock on the stove. Their father had never been this late coming home from work before, and the thought of road conditions made a spark of panic race along her spine. Her hand shook when she scooped the eggs onto the plate.
“Maybe.” She said in a soft tone she hoped didn’t betray her worry. The thought of food suddenly made her stomach churn, but she dug into the eggs with a fork anyway. “Maybe all three of us will.”
His breath came in short stabbing rasps. Branches grabbed at his sweater. Twigs slapped against his face. It was useless to even try to be quiet when every cracking stick under his boots exploded in the stillness of the woods.
A sharp incline to his left revealed a glittering stream. He grabbed onto a branch to keep from sliding down the hill. His steamy breath blossomed in the frigid air as he examined the chilly water below.
Had the stranger followed him this far? He wondered if he should turn back, climb into his pickup truck, and head to the warmth of the fireplace at home.
A snap sounded somewhere behind him. He heard the crunch of snow.
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There are a whole lot of you who have read The Runaway Train, and moved along to book one in my Montana Marrenger Series called The Truth About Alex. To all of my fans out there, thank you very much for your support!
You haven’t seen the last of this case.
There. I said it. The events that take place during The Runaway Train set into motion something bigger, something a bit more complex, than the original story explains. Some of my critics declare that the only fault of the book is it’s length, but I assure you, the length was entirely intentional. Very much on purpose. Just wait. You’ll see.
The Runaway Train serves as a sort of introduction to Selena “Montana” Marrenger, and if you want to check out a sample, then click HERE AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!
Monsoon Morning is now with my beta readers!
This definitely makes me happy! It took a lot longer than expected to get this book prepped for betas, but it’s done at last! I just sent it off yesterday, and I’m already eagerly awaiting their response! Patience is the name of the game here, I guess, so it’s time to do what I do best: Move on to the next project! I’m already ten chapters into the next novella, so there’s a very good chance that it will be released around the same time that Monsoon Morning is! Pretty exciting, right? I know, you can barely contain yourself. Same here. No worries.
When I do hear back from betas, corrections will have to be made before sending it at last to my editor. Hopefully, the corrections will not be a mile and a half long. Nobody wants that. No sir.
Monsoon Morning is book three in my Montana Marrenger Mysteries, and is my first full length novel. If you’ve missed the other two books, or need to catch up, head on over to my books page and grab your copies before book three comes out!
“This is a case I won’t be forgetting anytime soon,”
-Selena “Montana” Marrenger
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Thank you all for your support! The Runaway Train was a blast to write, and I can’t wait to hear what all of you think of Montana Marrenger’s very first adventure!
It’s a beautiful October morning. The trees are ablaze with color, and the wind turns them into liquid fire, so fluid and alive.
It’s a good day for writing. Right now, I’m doing a bit of research on an area where a homicide investigation has commenced. It’s peaceful there, yet haunting, and the air is thick with dread.
I received my first rejection today for a particular submission. Perhaps that piece was too mature for the magazine, and too lengthy. The editor left a generous note, describing the fact that she ultimately did not understand what took place at the end of the story. The ending wasn’t something that I wanted to spell out to the reader, it was something that I wanted the reader to think about. Perhaps that was indeed a mistake.
Okay, so I’ve been gone awhile again. Since my last post, I’ve almost completed the new novel, a short story, and a new novella. Also, I’ve moved into a new place and a new job. Needless to say, I’ve been busy. However, at the end of the day, I’m still writing. 🙂
I’ve reached an issue with the current material that I’ve been working on. Word Count! I’ve arranged the short story event by event in a “tasks” side bar in the novel software I’ve been using, and the only way it seems to land at the appropriate word count for short story submissions would be if I simply did not write some of the events that occur. It’s running on the long side already, as I’m used to writing longer material, but the action and pacing is great. I’m trying to determine if I should write the scenes, then trim them out later, or just not write them in order to meet the market’s specifications.