So I’ve been a little MIA from life lately thanks to Mass Effect: Andromeda. That game took over my life for awhile, but now that I’ve beaten it into submission, I’m ready to get back into the thick of things. And what better way to do that then by revealing the cover for my first novel!
Casey North lost everything when his restaurant burned to the ground: his hopes, his dreams, his reason for living. With nothing tying him to LA, he packs up and moves back to his hometown of Land’s End. He takes up residence in a beach house and attempts to shake the depression he’s fallen into after his life collapsed. There’s just one tiny problem: the ghost haunting his kitchen.
Myles Taylor wasn’t always trapped in the Between. One minute, he was about to propose to his boyfriend of five years as they sat out on their surfboards, and the next, he woke up on the beach to find his long dead uncle walking toward him. After his shock fades, he must learn to navigate his new reality as he searches for a way to move into the Great Beyond. But first he must deal with the man who’s invaded his territory.
With Myles tied to the beach house and Casey unwilling to leave it, the two must learn to cohabitate as the lines separating them begin to blur. They grow closer than either expected, their love transcending the barriers threatening to keep them apart, but what will become of them once Myles finally escapes the Between?
It should be up for preorder soon, but I’m still in mild disbelief that it’s going to be in print. There will be actual physical copies of something I wrote, something I poured my soul into to hold in my hands, and I’m hoping that I’ll finally feel like a “proper” writer because of it.
I’m not sure what a proper writer is supposed to feel like, maybe nothing at all, but it’s strange that I have such a hangup about it. It’s probably because my crippling self-doubt likes to play tricks on me, but suck it inner self! In one month’s time, I’ll have physical proof that I’m a writer, and nothing can take that away from me. Not even myself.