This year I've been mainly focusing on translations instead of developing new projects - I needed a break from writing. Last year was very stressful for me and by the end I was getting anxious just looking at my laptop. So I gave myself a bit of a break, but I never stopped working. Currently I have a few projects on the go, and quite a few translations were released very recently, including the Italian translation for Piece by Piece, and most recently Dreaming of Snow, which concludes the West End series. So the entire series is now out in Italian, check it out on Amazon (available on KU as well).
Also, my German publisher tells me the German edition of Cookies did very well, especially for a new author in that market, and they signed a few of my other books as well. The German translation of Snowed In was released this weekend by Cursed Verlag, check it out on Amazon and Cursed Verlag website.
I hope 2018 will be a bit more productive for me and I'll be able to release the projects I'm currently working on. I'll be able to say more a bit later on. For now, here's a little excerpt from my current WIP:
The music cut through my insides
like a hot knife in butter, melting the edges and seamlessly sinking into me,
leaving me open and raw. Every thump of the bass punched me in the gut; every
high electronic screech shocked my nerve endings making my limbs twitch. Nobody
noticed my movements were a bit unnatural, or if they did they didn't care. I
danced and shook and shuddered on the crowded dance floor, time slowing down to
an agonising crawl. The colourful beams of light passed over sweaty faces
slowly, carefully, as if they were flashlights carried by rescuers, lingering
on people’s features, trying to locate someone in need.
The thing was,
everyone was in need here. In need of a release, of a good time, of a quick,
uncomplicated fuck in the back. Everyone was chasing a high, one way or
another. In my case, I wanted to forget; to silence the constant flow of
thoughts and images chasing one another in my mind, fighting for dominance
every damn second.
You killed him. You fucking killed him.
I was shouting
at my mother as my father’s casket was lowered into the hole in the ground.
Everyone was staring at us. Renee was holding me back. I couldn't see, my eyes
were blind from rage and pain and tears.
I blinked.
It took a
fraction of a second but felt like I closed my eyes for hours. When my heavy
lids finally lifted I saw time had resumed its usual speed. A wall of noise hit
me making me stagger backwards. I didn't go too far, half a step at the most,
bumping into bodies moving to the fast rhythm. They jostled me back and forth
for a while until I found my footing again.
I smiled.
Raised my arms over my head and let the music take me again.
It felt good.
It always felt
good.
I needed this,
today more than ever.
You killed him.
You fucking killed him.
Stop!
“Finn,” Someone
shouted in my ear, too loud even for the club. “Finn!”
Instinctively,
I put my arms around the body currently invading my personal space. I let the
familiarity of it, the closeness, the scent, wrap around me like a soft blanket
on a cold day, and shivered.
“Don’t,” he
said when I placed my lips on the pulse point of his neck. Strong hands gripped
my shoulders, but didn't push me away. I straightened and met Aiden’s eyes.
