This is just one bit of news, and not relating to the nerve-shattering exciting phone call I took earlier.

It’s very cool, exciting news, though, that I’ve been sitting on.

Berkley has bought two more books… One is The Protected, another FBI Psychic book, featuring a character you all will meet in The Reunited.  Her name is Vaughnne and she’s pretty damned amazing.

The other book?  A full length contemporary called Wreck this Life.  The hero’s name is Zach, heroine is Abby and she doesn’t know that he’s been in love with her for years.   And that’s all I have to say about that…it’s fun, though.  I talked it over with Helenkay Dimon in Arizona and she seemed to really love the idea.  And I’m having a ball writing it.  Here… snippet!

“Nah. I actually figured out a plan.  It’s a weird one, but I’m here to ask you to help me do one of the things on the list.”

“Okay…” He hooked his thumbs in his pockets and waited.

“I want a tattoo.”

Zach closed his eyes.  Reaching up, he rubbed his right ear and then said, “You want what?”

“A tattoo.”  She wiggled the book and said, “I wrote it down and everything.  I did it last night and I’ve thought about it all day and I’m sure I want to do it, so stop looking at me like I’ve lost my mind, okay?”

“You wrote a plan that includes getting a tattoo,” he said slowly.  His mind was churning at the very idea of it and his blood was boiling.  Putting his hands on her…fuck, focus on the issue at hand, Barnes!  “And you want me to do it.”

“Well…” She grinned at him and the dimple in her chin winked at him.  “The tattoo part is in the plan.  And who else would I ask?  You’re my best friend, right?”

He pressed the heel of his hand to his eye.  “You sure about this, sugar?”

“Yes.” She tapped the book against her leg, looking around.  “Ah…does that mean you’ll do it?”

“Like I’d let anybody else,” he muttered.  “Do you know what you want?”

She shrugged.  “I hadn’t really thought it through that far.  I was kind of thinking you could help me figure that out.”

He shoved a hand through his hair and glanced around.  The parlor was empty.  “When did you want to do this?”  He could take some time to think up some designs for her.  Take some time to get a grip and–

“Now.”

Shit.

** UTA… no idea when these will be out.  The contracts haven’t been signed, the books aren’t done… so… hard to say on my end.