What a fabulous day! I’ve got Christmas tunes on surround sound. The house smells like praline caramel sticky buns. And my second book, Another One Bites the Dust, officially releases in the States TODAY. I haven’t felt this fab since I spied a whole stack of Wonka’s Everlasting Gobstoppers on the shelf at my grocery and realized that I might actually live long enough to meet an oompa loompa. I’ll have to clean up my act first though. Far too much swearing for their taste, I’m pretty sure.
Should we talk about the book a sec? About the fact that Jaz has to belly dance as part of her cover? About how she’d much rather crawl through the mud while being fired upon by a long line of tanks manned by vicious, American-hating devil-worshipers? Never fear, our girl is up to the task. Gotta impress the boss-man, right? Plus, when Vayl looks at her that way…she may just learn to like the skimpy costumes.
It’s not all fun and games though. Jaz and Vayl have been assigned to take down a slippery old vamp named Chien-Lung who’s gotten away with far too much for way too long. Hindering their progress—a new kind of nightmare creature with ties that seem to stretch all the way to hell. If they don’t kill Jaz, her dreams just might.
When you finish this read, you can look forward to Biting the Bullet, which comes out in just a couple of months. February 11, 2008 if we want to be anal about it. Which I do. Sorry, one of my multiple shortcomings, along with a weakness for chocolate and a tendency to freeze like a Popsicle if I sit in one place for more than fifteen minutes at a time. I’d be a horrible mountaineer, wouldn’t I? I can just see me trying to scale Everest. If I even made it to base camp, all I’d do is walk around all day slapping my arms against my chest saying, “Damn, it’s cold! Why are we here again? And sleeping in tents? Seriously, somebody should build a hotel!”
I used to be into the whole camping scenario. When I was younger, and springier. But now, like Vayl, I kinda like my perks. Get a little grumpy, for instance, without the daily shower. Whenever I watch the survivalists on TV doing their seven-day treks all I can think is, How bad are you itching right now, not to mention the stench? Jaz could pull that off, no problem. But she’s tough, right? She’s been through it, almost from birth. And though you really have to appreciate her grit, you’ll see in later books how it’s becoming something of a detriment. After all, surviving is one thing. Learning to become a social, friendly, even loving human being post-tragedy is quite another. That’s where she’s going now as I edit the fourth book in the series, Bitten to Death and write the fifth, One More Bite. It’s been interesting watching her progress. When she falls. Whew! Spectacular. But she always gets up again. And that’s why we love her.
Jennifer Rardin, Author