*Update: Cooking Up Love is now available as an eBook through All Romance eBooks, Amazon. and Barnes and Noble.

Well, this has been a great week. I sent my edits back to the editor for round two, joined a few more online writer/reader groups and did some gardening in my vegetable garden as well as fertilized my Knock Out rose bushes. For more information on Knock Out roses, click here for my very detailed step-by-step blog post on how to care for them.

I’ve also been reading through Cooking Up Love today trying to find another excerpt to share. I hope you enjoy it.

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A little background information for this excerpt:  Food critic, Shelbi Arrington, has already dined at Lillian’s Dinner and Blues Club. However, the executive chef/owner was on vacation at the time. She’s now returning to interview him for an article for The Memphis Tribune.

Shelbi entered the kitchen and was engulfed by the delectable aromas. B. B. King and Lucille roared through the speakers of the iPod dock on the shelf above the stove. She recognized the song from her dad’s B. B. King record collection, “Caught a Touch of Your Love.” The chef, whose back was to her, sung off-key, but it still made her smile. She didn’t want to disturb him, especially when he turned the music up and sang into the spoon. She placed a hand over her mouth to muffle a giggle.

His crisp jeans showcased his thighs and butt, relishing the fact he was quite muscular and probably athletic. His broad shoulders filled out the white chef jacket he wore. The chef’s hat was tilted to the side and waved back and forth as he danced. He gyrated his hips to the song as he stirred something in the pot. As much as she enjoyed his performance, she interrupted him.

She cleared her throat and tried to hide another giggle.

“Excuse me, but are you Jay?”

The chef turned off the king of blues, took off his hat, and twisted his muscular physique toward her.

“Why yes I am, Ms. Arrington.”

Shelbi’s heart raced as her breath caught in her throat. Falling back on the door to steady herself, her stomach tightened and a heat wave charged through her. The man she tossed and turned over last night stood in front of her appearing even more delicious than yesterday.

“It’s you! The man from the trolley.” She ran her fingers through her hair and hoped she didn’t look like she felt—completely flustered.

“Yep. One and the same,” he said, flashing a million-dollar smile. “Come sample this caramel sauce and tell me if it needs anything else.” He held out the spoon for her. “I’m experimenting with you today.” His lowered voice held a hint of seduction.

I wouldn’t mind him experimenting with me, but not in the kitchen. Well, maybe we could start in the kitchen and end up somewhere else…

A sensuous shiver raced through her. She tried to remain composed, but how could she when this fine masculine man stood before her with a sexy smile, succulent lips, firm chest and wild, crazy hair she just wanted to grab a hold to while he drove her up a wall. Literally.

Shelbi placed her belongings on one of the stainless steel prep counters and walked toward him, trying to shake herself from her fantasy, but her imagination was running rampant. She blew on the hot caramel before placing her lips on the spoon, and he slowly inched the tip of it into her mouth as his eyes held hers in an intense stare. She closed her eyes and moaned as the sweet caramel with a hint of cinnamon traveled down her throat. Her tongue licked over her lips.

“Justin, this is superb. What dessert are you making this for?”

“Haven’t decided yet, but it reminds me of you. Sweet, hot caramel with a touch of cinnamon, like your eyes.”

Blood rushed to her face, and she hid her expression by leaning over the stove to open the stockpot on the back burner. A New Orleans low-boil consisting of crabs, shrimp, hard-boiled eggs, potatoes, onions, and corn on the cob smelled heavenly.

“This looks and smells divine.”

“So do you,” he answered in a seductive tone before turning off all the burners on the stove and stepped toward her. He was close enough to kiss her, and she almost wished he would. After last night’s tossing and turning, she needed him to just hurry up and satisfy her longing. She stepped closer, and the enticing scent of his cologne mixed with his manly scent, filled her senses. She inhaled to take it in even more.

“Is the low-boil for me?”

“Yes. Hopefully, it will make up for my store-bought barbecue sauce you didn’t enjoy when you dined here the other evening,” he responded sarcastically.

A heat wave of fury washed over her skin, and Shelbi became annoyed at the handsome chef.

“I know you aren’t flirting with me just to receive an excellent review because we can end this meeting now!” she snapped. She turned to gather her belongings.

“Look, lady, I don’t need some young contributing food critic telling me my homemade barbecue sauce taste like it came from the grocery store. If you thought that, then maybe I should bottle it!”

His comment forced more anger from her, and she turned toward him as she waved her finger in the air and rested her other hand on her hip.

“Well, then maybe you should bottle it along with your attitude.” She stepped into his personal space, refusing to back down, the anger seething through her body. “First of all, I like your restaurant. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have requested to meet the executive chef and owner. If I’d known he would be an arrogant, pompous jerk like you, I wouldn’t have wasted my time!”

Shelbi stared him down like a bull ready to send the matador flying across the ring with a swift blow to his butt. She hated being unprofessional; however, this man caused her to lose her cool. Heat rushed through her body, and apparently his as well, because she could feel the warmth radiating from him onto her skin. The room was silent except for their hearts beating fast and loud in sync.

He stepped closer to her. Too close.  Little beads of perspiration had formed on his face, drawing his manly, intoxicating scent out even more. His muscular chest rose up and down, and his dark, smoky eyes penetrated her, causing her breathing to stagger. His bold gaze held her entranced, and she couldn’t unlock it, no matter how hard she tried.

Copyrighted April 2012, Candace Shaw

Cooking Up Love will be released on May 24, 2012!

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CS

*Update: Cooking Up Love is now available as an eBook through All Romance eBooks,  Amazon. and Barnes and Noble.

On Wednesday I received my first round of edits from the editor. Receiving that e-mail made my dream seem even more like the reality which it has become. With the release date around the corner, I’ll be busy during the upcoming weeks promoting and marketing. I’ve scheduled a blog tour with interviews, guest blogging and some blog hopping this summer.  I’m also ecstatic to finally be able to share an excerpt from Cooking Up Love.  I’ll continue to share more excerpts leading up to the release date on May 24, 2012. Happy Reading!

CS

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“Are you ready for dessert?” Justin asked.

He took their empty dishes back to the kitchen while Shelbi lounged on one of the leather couches in the living room. Miles Davis soothed her with his sexy rendition of “In a Sentimental Mood.” She took her shoes off and stretched her feet out on the couch while sipping on a glass of wine. She was quite proud of the simple yet delicious meal she and Justin had made, and she hoped the students tomorrow would enjoy preparing it as well.

Justin returned with the chocolate swirl cake sitting under his homemade vanilla ice cream, dripping with chocolate sauce.

“Now you know that’s going straight to my hips,” she teased, taking the plate from him as he sat down on the floor in front of her. “Where’s your cake?”

“I’m full. Besides, I ate a slice of your pie with my dinner, remember?”

“No, you had two slices of pie.”

“It was good, baby. You’re right, you can cook. So why are you a food critic and not in a restaurant or a bakery?”

“I enjoy cooking, but I like eating and trying new things as well. If I worked in a restaurant, I wouldn’t be able to experience a different culture or cuisine as I can when I go to a variety of places.” She paused to take another bite of the cake. “This cake is delicious.”

Chocolate sauce dropped from the spoon and rested between her cleavage. Justin’s eyes were drawn there, and he bit his bottom lip.

Her heart began to beat faster as his hot gaze lingered on her pointed nipples as they peeked through the halter.

“Umm…can you get me a napkin so I can wipe this off?”

“What? Oh, sorry. I was distracted.” His voice had become heavy and serious.

“I asked for a napkin.”

“I had hoped you would say my tongue, but if you really just want the napkin…”

Heat moistened between her legs, and she swallowed hard to catch her breath. Her breathing turned into little spurts at the thought of his tongue between her breasts, on her lips, neck, and any other place he wanted it to go as long as it was on her body putting out the fire he provoked.

Justin took the plate from her trembling hands when she didn’t answer. Joining her on the couch, he ran his hand up her arm to the back of her neck with a soft caress, causing her eyes to flutter shut at the gentleness of his touch. A light moan escaped her throat as his lips moved slowly over hers, savoring every bit of her with his tongue. Hot. Tender. Stimulating. Nearly gentle, except for the sensual flame of heat traveling through her body. Her nipples hardened even more and her legs went weak. She clutched his shoulders for support, her head falling back as his tongue dance changed from tender and gentle to hard and feral.

Shelbi gasped. She’d never been kissed like this—so ravenous and powerful, she couldn’t keep up. She gave up trying and released herself to his commanding lips.

Copyrighted April 2012 by Candace Shaw

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Release date: May 24, 2012

*Update: Cooking Up Love is now available through Amazon. and Barnes and Noble.

I’m excited to announce that the last editor I sent my manuscript to finally said no a few days ago and I’m so happy she did. I know you’re asking yourself why on earth would she be happy about that. The truth is, I really want to self-publish. If you’d asked me three years ago–which some of you may have– I would’ve said no. Thanks to the advancements in technology with the Kindle, Nook and iPad as well as social media outlets, self-publishing has become easier and more lucrative.

I thought about sending the manuscript to a few other traditional publishing companies on my list, but I decided against it. I prayed over it and discussed the decision with my husband and critique partners. I thought about the pros and cons of both ways to publish. The pros of self-publishing out-weighed the pros of traditional publishing. I now have full control over the direction of my book without having to follow set-in-stone guidelines that a traditional publishing company has.  Even though my genre  is traditional contemporary romance, it still has a few twists and curve balls that don’t necessarily fit the guidelines of a traditional publishing house. I’m also able to select my own book covers and title that convey the tone of the book.

The other pros that pretty much made me say “girl, go for it” were the royalties and ownership of my book.  Traditional publishing companies may only offer 6 to 10% of the book’s price for print books and 25 to 50% for an eBook.  By self-publishing through channels such as Amazon and Barnes and Nobles, the eBook royalties are 70%.  Because I write series romance novels (such as Harlequin’s lines), the shelf life of such a book may only be a few months in a bookstore, which unfortunately are all closing it seems. The print books would also be available on the publisher’s website, but only for a year or two. By self-publishing, my print books will be available for as long as I wish through Amazon.

The only con I see is marketing without a traditional publisher but the majority of authors market their own books anyway, so I’m not really concerned with that con. I’ve already begun my marketing plan and will provide an update as soon as I have a blog tour schedule for this summer.

I’m currently tweaking the book one more time before sending it to a freelance editor that edits for traditional publishing companies.  Oh you didn’t really think I would publish my book without it being professionally edited did you?  First of all, my name is on it and second of all, I’m serious about my writing career.

So overall, I’m ecstatic with the turn of events.  I will continue to keep you posted.  Oh I forgot the most important reason for this long blog post. Cooking up Love will be released on May 24, 2012 as an eBook through Kindle, Nook and All Romance eBooks. I haven’t selected a release date yet for the print book. Stay tuned and read the book’s blurb below.

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Fresh out of medical school, Shelbi Arrington has decided to forego her residency and accept a position as a food critic for the Memphis Tribune. Using the food critic position as a scapegoat, she tries to forget her guilt of a patient dying under her care during her internship. Upon meeting executive chef and restaurant owner Justin Richardson, they both feel an immediate connection of cooking together while falling for each other. Justin is leery of doctors, especially the one who couldn’t save his mother when he was twelve. When Shelbi finds out doctors aren’t his favorite people as well as a shocking revelation,  she is faced with a devastating decision and the fear of losing the man she loves.

CS

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These are my Knock Out rose bushes at the beginning of last spring. By the end of summer, they were six feet tall!

I remember as a child spending my summers in Atlanta with my grandparents, affectionately called Dear and Gramps. I would watch Gramps tend to his flower and vegetable gardens hoping to one day do the same with my own. It seemed to bring him peace and tranquility to work in his gardens. Unlike my cousins, I always wanted to assist him, especially when it was time to pick the strawberries. Yummy.

Now that I have my own garden, I’ve realized that its a lot of hard work! My grandfather made it seem so easy. A lot of time and effort has to go into keeping up the appearance and well-being of your plants and flowers. At one point I shyed away from gardening thinking I didn’t have a green thumb like my grandfather, but I really wanted a rose bush. Roses have always been my favorite flower. They’re so fragrant and beautiful. After doing research, I found that Knock Out rose bushes are by the far the easiest rose bush to care for. You don’t need a green thumb but just a little time each week to tend to their needs. So a few years ago for Valentine’s Day instead of the dozen of pink roses my husband usually gave me, I was quite surprised to see four Knock Out rose bushes in containers. He planted them for me once the danger of the last frost was over, and I have cared for them ever since. If you are looking for a low-maintenance rose bush, you should check out the Knock Out rose bush.

Knock Out Rose History

William Radler, a rose breeder in Wisconsin was fascinated by roses from a young age. When he was only nine-years old, he spent his allowance on a rose plant determined to care for it. As a rose breeder, he was determined to create a heat-tolerant and disease-resistant rose. He tested over 500 seedlings growing under a fluorescent light in the basement of his home. In 1988, he discovered the first Knock Out rose by cross-breeding Razzle Dazzle and Carefree Beauty.

Knock Out roses are low-maintenance roses that are perfect for people who love roses but do not necessarily have a green thumb. This breed of roses is heat-tolerant and can grow in any area of the United States. Ranging in a variety of colors such as red, pink, white and yellow, Knock Out roses can grow up to 6 feet tall and 6 feet wide if left unpruned. Their bloom period is from spring to early fall, with continuous blooms throughout which will deadhead themselves. They are ideally planted along a foundation or sidewalk area to add curb appeal to your front yard, making you the envy of the neighborhood.

Preparing the Rose Bed

Select an area in your landscape to plant your Knock Out roses. The area should have six to eight hours a day of full sunshine with some afternoon shade. The soil should drain well, therefore avoiding the bottom of a sloped area. Contact your county extension to conduct a soil analysis for you on site or take a soil sample to them. Soil pH for roses should be between 6.0 to 7.0 for optimum growth. The results of the soil test will reveal the amendments to enrich your soil before planting the roses.

Remove and discard grass, weeds, plants, rocks and debris from the planting area. You may need a tiller to clear and smooth the area. A tiller can be rented at your local home improvement store. Amend the soil by spreading a 4-inch layer of organic matter such as compost as well as 3 pounds of superphosphate per 100 square feet of the area. Mix together with a garden fork to a depth of 10 to 12 inches.

Planting Time

Decide how many Knock Out roses you would like to plant in the garden bed. Knock Out rose bushes can grow from 4 to 6 feet wide. Set the roses still in the containers in the bed, spacing them at least 4 feet apart to allow for growth and room to walk in-between the rose bushes. According to the University of Missouri, bushes in general should be planted in odd numbers such as planting five or seven bushes together.

With a digging shovel, dig a hole twice the width of the nursery container but the same deepness, approximately 12 inches. Carefully remove the Knock Out rose from the container. (Wear heavy duty gloves to protect yourself from the thorns.) Discard damaged canes and roots. If the soil is dry, water it first before planting. Place the rose bush in the center of the hole and spread the roots. Make sure to set the bud union 1 inch above soil level in USDA zones 6 to 10 and 1 inch under soil level in USDA zone 5. Refill the hole, tamping the soil around the roots. Water deeply until water puddles on top of the soil. Plant the next Knock Out rose bush 4 feet apart.

Care and Maintenance

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!  I’ve always been a hopeless romantic which is why I write romance novels as opposed to some other genre. I believe in true love, soul mates and happily-ever-after endings. In honor of Valentine’s Day, I’ve decided to share a short excerpt from the book I’m currently working on.  It took me forever to find a scene that didn’t have me totally blushing. I can’t believe some of the things I’ve written.  When my books are published, pages will be torn from my mother’s copy.

The scene I’ve chosen is from the second book in the Arrington Family Series titled The Game of Seduction. However, I keep changing the title every day.  My heroine, Dr. Bria Arrington and the hero, Rasheed Vincent, have been friends for the past few months, nothing more. But while preparing for a wedding, they find themselves in a not-so-friendly moment.

I’m currently half way done with the rough draft. You can read more about the progress of the Arrington Family Series by clicking on the “Works in Progress” page on the top menu bar or simply click this link.

CS

*Disclaimer: The following excerpt has not been professionally edited.

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Rasheed Vincent adjusted his sage-colored bow tie in the mirror as he wondered who had the audacity to pick such a color. He flashed his usual charming, sexy smile that always melted the heart of any woman in the vicinity that had the pleasure of seeing it. A retired, professional basketball player, he enjoyed the attention and company of beautiful women—until they became too close—and then he was on to the next one.

He checked his appearance in the mirror one more time. Everything had to be on point today, which wasn’t hard for him. His self-confident and slightly arrogant attitude wouldn’t let him be anything but on point. His bald head glistened under the vanity lights in the dressing room of the wedding chapel. The Armani tuxedo fit his athletic physique, showcasing broad shoulders with a rock hard chest and washboard abs.  He checked his onyx cuff links and buttoned his tuxedo jacket, before giving himself the thumbs up.

He glanced over his shoulder at his best friend and the groom, Justin Richardson, who was busy reading his wedding vows. Their other best friend and the second best man, Derek Martin, finished putting on his bow tie and proceeded to open a bottle of Moet.

Rasheed strode over to his boy, who in two more hours would no longer be living the single life, something Rasheed never planned to give up. He was a certified playboy and intended to keep it that way.

“You ready to put on that ball and chain…I mean get married and sleep with the same woman for the rest of your life?”

Justin chuckled and placed the paper with the wedding vows in the pocket of his black tuxedo pants. “Of course, I’m ready. I was ready when I first laid eyes on her adorable face.”

Derek chimed in, as he poured three glasses of champagne. “Yeah, man I remember. You’ve been whipped since you met Shelbi.”

“I’m not…” Justin paused. “You’re right. I am. But my Shelbi is perfect.”

Rasheed checked his Rolex. “Well, if you change your mind, the Bentley is parked out back.  I can have the jet ready and we can be back at the strip club in Vegas in a few hours. Your bachelor party, thanks to me, was off the chain!”

Justin laughed and took the glass of champagne from Derek. “That it was. But now, I’m ready to get married to the most beautiful woman in the world. You know Rasheed, you could be next.”

Rasheed almost spit out his champagne and thank goodness he didn’t because he knew Shelbi would’ve had a cow if any stains had been on his tuxedo jacket.

“Married? Naw. Marriage complicates things.”

“Really? Like what?” Derek asked.

“Like getting the numbers of all Shelbi’s single, hot bridesmaids at the reception.” Rasheed took out his cell phone to make sure it was charged. “She even has some fine, sexy twin cousins from Atlanta.  Twins! That would be a fantasy come true…again.” A wide smile formed on his face.

“How will Bria feel about that?” Justin inquired.

“Bria?” Rasheed wasn’t really surprised at the question. He’d met her at Justin’s dinner and blues club a few months ago and they’d been hanging out ever since. Everyone thought surely they would end up dating, but they were just friends. “Why would she care? She’s my home girl. Nothing going on.”

Justin and Derek rolled their eyes at each other. A knock sounded on the door and the men jerked their heads in that direction. Thankful for the interruption, Rasheed motioned to open the door.  There stood the topic of their conversation, Bria and her sister Raven.

“What’s up fellas? I have your boutonnières,” Bria said as the ladies entered the dressing room. Raven took a boutonnière from a box in Bria’s hand and headed toward Justin.

Rasheed’s eyes were instantly drawn to Bria’s sexy body like a magnet. The sage-colored, straight dress hugged her curves in all the right places. He was used to seeing her in medical scrubs and he was rather taken aback. She was petite at five-feet-five inches, but today she was actually filling out the dress.  His eyes gazed over her hips and a butt that he’d never realized was so rounded. Her small yet plump breasts were sitting up all nice and perky. He resisted the urge to pull down her dress and introduce himself to them by kneading and kissing them senseless. Her thick, shoulder length hair was pinned up in a loose, tousled up do with sexy, wispy curls framing her delicate, bronze face. He wanted to unpin her hair, unzip her dress, leave her heels on and do naughty things to her.

Rasheed downed his glass of champagne, hoping it would calm down whatever the hell he was feeling for his friend. He tried to concentrate on what Raven blabbed about. Something to do with pictures, rings and walking back down the aisle after the ceremony. But all he could do was imagine hiking up Bria’s dress and holding her up against a wall. His attention came back when Bria spoke directly to him as she finished pinning the rose on Derek.

“You’re next, playboy,” she said in her usual upbeat, bubbly voice.

“Playboy?  You think I’m a playboy?” He didn’t know why all of sudden he was offended by her comment. She called him that all the time and he always gave her some witty, smart-aleck answer such as ‘and you know this’ or ‘til the day I die’.

The men and Raven laughed while Bria smiled and shook her head.

“Boy, please.” She walked toward him with the rose bud. “The whole world knows you’re a playboy. Now, let me put the final finish to your attire so you can take pictures. The photographer is done with Shelbi and the bridesmaids.”

“You know,” Raven began, “I’m going to go ahead and take Justin down to the chapel now that Shelbi is back in her dressing area.”

“Cool. I need to ask the pastor a quick question about my vows,” Justin said as he headed toward the door with Raven.

“I’ll go with you,” Derek added. “I want to get a glimpse of those twins again.”

Rasheed looked passed Bria and straight to Derek. “Hey, I got first dibs on the twins,” he yelled as the door closed.

“Humph. And you say you aren’t a playboy,” Bria said with a whispered laugh.

Rasheed looked down at her as she struggled to pin the boutonniere to his lapel. She was on her tippy toes despite the fact that her heels had given her a few extra inches of height.  A sweet, soft scent of jasmine and gardenia radiated from her, filling his senses with her aura.

“You smell and look lovely,” he whispered in a deep voice that he normally wouldn’t use with her which surprised him. “I’m not used to seeing you all dolled-up. Not that it matters. You would look hot in a potato sack.”

Almond-shaped, coffee-colored eyes glanced up at his face and her lips parted slightly before she sighed and continued to straighten the flower.

“This thing won’t stay still!” she expressed in a flustered tone. She unpinned it and tried again.

Rasheed wasn’t sure what had ruffled her feathers. Bria was always easy-going and nothing got on her nerves—except the task of pinning the flower to his lapel. When he had first met her, he’d flirted hard. Real hard.  However, she nipped that in the bud fast. She’d threatened to throw him over the banister of Justin’s restaurant and then proceeded to tell him she wasn’t some floozy or groupie. After that, he had nothing but respect for her and they’d hung out ever since going to blues clubs and sporting events as well as playing basketball and bowling. Bria had become one of the boys to him thanks to her athletic ability and easy-going attitude. He still checked her out from time to time, especially in the little shorts she wore when playing basketball. But he never flirted and even asked for advice about whatever chick-of-the-week he was seeing.

“Having problems, Bree?” he asked, concentrating to stay composed. He tried to remember this was his friend, his home girl. She stood in front of him so close he could see the pulse on the side of her neck beat faster than usual. He pushed his hands in the pockets of his trousers which was pure torture. He really wanted to glide them down her neck, her arms, back, hips, —especially the hips—and then end up on her little plump derriere as he imagined picking her up and kissing her already parted, sexy lips.

“I…I almost got it,” she said with a relieved smile. She stuck the pin through the lapel and back out to firmly connect the boutonnière. “Ouch!”  She pulled her finger back and waved it in the air.

Rasheed took her finger in his hand and lightly kissed it. Before he had time to think about what he was doing, he sucked the pricked finger into his mouth as his eyes met hers in an intense stare. The rise in his silk boxers strained against his pants as his lips touched her skin. He knew he needed to stop this charade, but her finger was literally finger-licking good and he wanted more—much more.

“Better?” he whispered in a seductive tone as he caressed her other fingers with his lips.

“Hmm…um…” she stuttered and then her eyes shut as more untamed purrs trailed from her throat.

The aroused music which escaped her lips was answer enough for him. With little effort, he moved her hands around his neck and drew her small body hard against his. Rasheed bent his head to her quivering lips to imprison them with his. He kissed her slow and deep, relishing in her essence as her tongue wound its way around his in a slow, sensual dance. Her body arched against his in from what he could tell was pure enjoyment. He dipped his tongue inside her mouth as she continued to reach for it with her own. Her soft hands slid over his bald head, down to his neck and gripped his shoulders which stirred fervor in him.

© Copyrighted by Candace Shaw, 2012

I hope you enjoyed the short excerpt. I’m still writing the book and half of what you read will probably change as I work out the kinks to the storyline and the ending.