Erin here. I wanted to give you a sneak peek of Grave Touched, book 2 of my Fey Touched series, releasing May 1st from Turtleduck Press. Not long now! (Also? Fey Touched, book 1, is on sale for $.99 right now. Check it out if you want to catch up!)
Whispers. A flicker of thought.
My eyes wouldn't open. Panic sliced through me.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
"It's okay, Em. You're okay," a familiar male voice said. A hand stroked my brow. Nick? Was Nick here? My beloved Nick could always soothe me, keep me from the edge.
"Em…you're really here," Nick said softly. "You're alive."
Alive? Of course I was alive.
I opened my eyes, wincing.
A tall human woman watched me with gray eyes that I was sure peeled layers off of me. "Emily, I'm Doctor Lucia Jonath. You've been under my care for a few weeks now because you were in an accident."
On Saturday, March 14th, at a quarter to six in the morning, I changed out of my pajamas and into the clothes I would wear to drive from Tucson, Arizona to Dana Point, California. Unfortunately as I did, I changed from my blue flannel shirt to my red one, and left my new Fitbit Zip attached to the blue shirt. Which I then flung across my bed before packing up my car and herding the family out the door for possibly our most highly-anticipated vacation ever.
What I did, basically, was shoot myself in the foot for the next four days as far as my fitness goals went.
Today is St. Patrick's Day, and I am Irish, so...ten things you never knew about me (and were afraid to ask).
1. My great-grandfather on my father's side was from Dublin. He apparently kept his accent even though he was living here. My maiden name, Conroy, is about as Irish as you can get.
2. I have been trying, on and off, to learn Irish Gaelic and have been unsuccessful. It's beautiful, but tough to learn.