Happy Wednesday, y’all – and welcome to the second installment of #WriterWednesday.
This week, we have with us the fabulous Chloe Jacobs, who’s a fairly new friend of mine, and a fellow writer at fabulous Entangled Publishing. We’ve made friends over on Twitter and on our own private Entangled Yahoo loop, and when she found out I was desperately searching for guests for this new #WW venture, she very kindly volunteered.
Let’s put our hands together for Chloe, shall we? Not to mention for Chloe’s fabulous YA novel, Greta and the Goblin King. It will be released in November, just like my book, and like mine, hers is available for preorder at the moment – see links below. It has one of the most gorgeous covers I’ve seen in a long time. Just look at this:
So without further ado, let’s hear it for Chloe:
Since it’s Writer Wednesday, I’ll share a little bit about what I’m working on. It’s the second book in my young adult fantasy series, The Mylena Chronicles. Book two starts up a few weeks after the first book finishes off. Greta is still recovering—from what, I can’t tell you…but oh man, it was epic.
Right now, she’s thinking a little bit about the choices people make, and the paths it takes them on.
Here’s a very short little snippet:
This is the moment that comes just before the moment of no return, because ideally you could still stop and go back. Resume the life you were living in the normality of the seconds before and pretend this turning point never existed. But the trouble is, if you speak just one more word, take one step forward, if you let go of it for even a fraction of a second…that’s it. It’s all gone. You fall headlong into the future.
Whether you want to or not. Then there wasn’t any going back.
The inevitability of this had been proven time and time again. Like when she followed her little brother into that damned cave, or agreed to go with Luke after he found her cowering in the snow.
First time she met Isaac.
First time kissingIsaac.
And yeah, those were the big, glaringly obvious ones. But then there were the moments that snuck up on a person. They’re like a dark plague slowly and silently infecting person after person before lying back to wait for the perfect time to unleash hell. She pictured a kid in a crumpled cowboy hat and home-made vest, jumping up from behind the couch shouting “Bang! You’re dead!”
But Greta’s not the only one looking to get out of Mylena. The full moon is mere days away, and an ancient evil knows she’s the key to opening the portal. If Greta fails, she and the lost boys of Mylena will die. If she succeeds, no world will be safe from what follows her back…