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.