Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Posted by Beth Revis at 12:00 AM
I am really stoked to have this book come out, though. It sounds cheesy, but this was the first book that I really wrote for you. When I wrote the first book, it was for me--there was no book contract, no assurance anyone but me would read it. The second book was a challenge--I mean that literally. It was like a dare, where I was seeing if I could write another book my editor and agent liked.
This book, the third book, is for you. I had nothing to prove to anyone but you, my readers. This was my chance to give you something back.
And so I very much hope you like it.
Okay! Enough touchy-feely! Today is the first day of my new blog tour--and every day, there's a new chapter of the free e-novella, AS THEY SLIP AWAY. The first chapter can be found at....
Book Launch Into Space!The book launch into space is still going strong--I believe we're very close to having the whole thing actually happen, which is super exciting! Any pre-order counts. I hate harping on and on about sales, but I hope you don't mind if I just put the pre-order links here. And I promise to only do this sort of thing for the week.
And signed books are still available from Malaprops.
And here's a sneak preview from SHADES OF EARTH just for you guys. Ah, it's Wednesday. Why don't I give you guys a kissing scene?
And then I see the suns. Two of them. I don’t know how I didn’t notice them before—who thinks to look at the sun?—but they’re low in the sky now, casting the area in a dark blue-green sort of twilight.
Of course. I’d known—I’d always known—that Centauri-Earth would have two suns. I had noticed the two giant glowing orbs from the window of the shuttle. There’s a difference, though, in seeing two big stars from a spaceship and seeing two glowing suns from land.
“It’s so…it’s so beautiful,” I say, unable to keep the awe from my voice. Elder’s grip on my hand tightens in response.
I turn to look at him, and I see the joy I feel in my heart mirrored in his expression. My lips creep up and up in a smile so uncontainable that I feel as if my face will never give it up. Elder’s hand slips from my own, trails up my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
My breath catches in my throat.
I lean forward, up on my tiptoes, my face tilted to his. Our kiss holds none of the furious passion we shared at landing the shuttle. This is different—this is like an ocean’s wave, washing over us, drowning us both in warmth, leaving us breathless and shiny-eyed.