Since my
last entry, I sold a house, moved into a new house and started a new job. Unfortunately my new book has taken a back
seat. I’m just now starting to get back
into gear. In a big way. The
Wind Whisperer has gone to the editing and I’m anxiously awaiting
feedback. Simultaneously I’m starting to
research my new cover. This is going to
be a really tough one. Here’s the back
flap at present:
At fifteen, Anaii is the
most important member of her tribe—and the most mysterious. Ever since Anaii can remember, the spirits of
the wind have whispered of fertile hunting grounds and imminent enemy attacks. But when her people are ambushed by a brother
clan without any apparent cause, the spirits remain eerily silent.
As the village prepares
to retaliate, Anaii is pressured by her best friend, Elan, to marry him. It’s an old plea—Elan has spent a lifetime
loving her, but Anaii only sees a childhood playmate out of an imposing
warrior. Stifled by Elan’s insistence, Anaii
escapes into the forest where she meets Jaytin, the beautiful son of the enemy
chief.
Enamored by his carefree spirit and
hope for peace, she repeatedly sneaks away to be with him, but when her deception
is discovered, Elan is devastated. Pledging his lifelong affection, Elan gives
her a passionate kiss, and Anaii begins to see her friend in a new light.
While Anaii is tormented between
men, the wind whispers of a new threat that could destroy both tribes. Only a union will afford a chance at
survival, but the reality of that union is based on one thing—which man Anaii
chooses to die.
Honestly
there are hardly any Native American models out there, and even less
teenagers. Anaii has short hair and
unusual blue/grey eyes. So, eyes can be photo
shopped, but Anaii is also about five foot nothing. It seems I’ve written myself into a
corner. I’m considering hiring a
photographer and raiding the local Pumunkey tribe. I’ll keep you posted on my possible arrest.

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