M2, the official name for the second book in the Mermaid Adventures stories now has a title, "The Mermaid's Apprentice," a cover and has been proofed in book form and is now available. (Whew!) On with M3!
Currently it is available on Amazon.com as the paperback and e-book, as well as the two Google Play and Books e-book versions, plus a host of other locations.
Note: This post was resurrected from my old site. It may not be the one that showed up on the site. The date of publication here is from when it was added to this site.
My first book, Mermaid Rising is now complete. The cover chosen: I can say that it is beautiful. The darling little lady that graces the cover is a champ to let her pictures be used. And a bit of divine providence, that while I was shopping for a cover she on her own had some pictures of herself done as a mermaid. All done by the same photographer recommended to me as the one to do my cover.At nearly 102,000 words, which printed will be ~340 pages, Mermaid Rising is ready to go. The last tweak completed only last week, I've closed the book to further revisions. It's time to let the reader have it.The text is being finalized by...
My first reaction was to punch the girl, but how do you punch someone upside down and falling? I had no problems considering punching a girl my age for making fun of me, unlike the damsel I'd rescued. Her I'd punch if she wasn't wearing a dress. Mom says dresses are off-limits and you must treat girls in dresses like ladies. Personally it wasn't so much the dress as how clean she was, as pretty much every girl I'd ever met wore a skirt. Instead I figured it was how they did their hair and their smell. Though that could be something in being clean. Until now I measured it all on Mar. On Sundays she dressed up ‘real nice’...
I was staring lost into the face reflected in the water. A curiously feminine face, flowing blond hair that drifted in front of ‘my?’ face and I moved my hand to brush it back to my ear, seeing the hand in the water duplicate the motion. Until a look of concern crossed the face of my reflection and out came two hands from the water and took a hold of me. She pulled herself up and me down with the same motion.
Mar, my sister, she’d spit while talking, says, “You must be fast to avoid the olé man.” I had to be fast to dodge her spit, but I don’t think that is what she meant.