It's been a fantastic week! I had a birthday, and everyone's been celebrating with me for the past 4 days! I've been taken to dinner, and out for coffees, plus lovely presents, and greetings from around the world. I'm so happy!

I finished the first lot of edits from Five Star for ErRatic. I'm expecting some for The Hollowing (published by Cerridwen Press) and In Flames (published by Linden Bay Romance - the sequel to In Trysts) any day. I still have 3 essays to finish for Uni. One's due tomorrow, so I shouldn't be blogging, but...

I've managed to get all my books out to publishers, and just have #29 and #30 to finish to wrap everything up (and start again, of course). Still, I promised myself I'd finish and farm out to publishers everything on my desktop in 2007...and I'm DOING it!

I'll leave you with a brief excerpt from Gilded Folly. Cerridwen Press is releasing it in paperback soon, so watch for it on Amazon. In the meanwhile, it's still in e.

Cheers,

ND/Melody

“Find her. Rom’ll be heading her way—” Wick ordered, then froze, listening to something in the distance. It was a series of shrill notes, just barely within the range of human hearing. Gooseflesh danced across his skin and he backed away, shamed by what was about to happen. Phil reached for him, but Wick only shook his head in dismay. “Yaz!” he whispered, his face ashen.
 

The pitch changed, and the peak of it went into rapid oscillations, from subsonic hum to microwave frequencies that vibrated through his brain. Wick slammed his hands over his ears, but it didn’t help. His blood was boiling and his brain was on fire...
 

He howled, and his male tones suddenly became a shrill scream of agony. His eyes rolled up in his head, his legs were water, and his insides were about to explode...
 

 He never felt Phil catch him, or Fitz clamp hands over his ears. Never knew that Dacey had opened the trunk and Phil had dropped him in to shield him. Never realised that Phil had hopped into the driver’s seat and torn out of there like hell. 
 

The next time he awoke, Fitz’ worried eyes were peering down at him. “Wick?” he whispered. “Can you hear me?”
 

Wick gave a barely perceptible nod. It was the best he could do. He tried lifting his hand but he was too weak.

Fitz noticed. “I’m not surprised,” he said conversationally, but he couldn’t quite hide the tremor in his voice. He continued sponging off Wick’s face, then started in on his chest. “I’ve heard about people sweating blood for a cause, but this is the first time I’ve seen it.”

From Cerridwen Press