Amelia Rademaker

Morning! I hope everyone is doing well this close to the end of the year! The South is finally cooling down so I am beyond happy! (It got into the 60's today!)

The end of the year is when I sit down and plan, plot, and review how the last year went. This year was different for me. In a good way! And I have a lot of you to thank for that. Thank you for the love and support and feedback. I've loved reading reviews and talking with you all. All of this support has made me rethink the plan I made last year for my publishing schedule.

As a result I will be pulling Conduit from the pre-order line up. If you were one of the ones to pre-order I apologize. No excuses. I'm sorry. It's getting bumped down one spot. The plot has been a beast to wrangle and I need to step back to give my brain some time to think up a new path. I love the beginning. I just want to love how it ends too. Hopefully the end product will be worth it for y'all.

Which leads me to my announcement. Serpheti is getting bumped up! I love this series and I love the direction that the third book has taken me. I am so excited for Cece to show the universe why you don't mess with a human. It's set to release on November 1st of next year but who knows?

Thank you for the understanding. I hope y'all are doing well and let me know what you're reading right now cause I'm in a slump hahaha

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In honor of Susurex coming out Aug 22nd I have a game. I've posted some photos that I guessed while thinking up the Susix men. Can you guess who is who?

They seem obvious to me but I've been staring at them for like nine months so that's probably why. I'll give everyone the answers on Tuesday!

 
In honor of Susurex coming out this summer, here is a little teaser from the book. Hopefully, it makes it into the final edition. Click "Read More" to get the full snippet.

My pink llama has been keeping track of Susurex's word count and things are moving along!

"The churning feeling in my stomach was familiar. I'd felt this before. Hell, I'd had crushes since elementary school. Somehow, the familiarity only highlighted how different this situation was." -Cece

Susurex is coming along. It's looking like it will be released earlier than expected. No word on how soon! One of the stranger parts of writing is how some of the best scenes get cut because they end up not fitting with the rest of the story. It's good for you because it means you get teasers! So here's one of my favorite scenes that ended up being chopped. Its from Seethur's POV. That's all you need to know. Enjoy!

Chapter Four 
 
Ezekiel parked the Pack sedan outside one of the quaintest houses Ivy had ever seen.
It would have been more natural in the English countryside then Black Bird. It was a single story, farmhouse style home. The grey brick exterior contrasted beautifully with lush greenery planted around the clearing of redwoods. Ivy could see a single window at the peak of the roof’s arch. She wondered if there was a loft up there. A small cobblestone path connected the house to a matching detached garage.
Ivy loved it.
She cooed when she saw a trellis that had roses at its base. It was winter so there weren’t any blooms but she could imagine what it looked like in the summer. She wondered what color the rhododendrons were.
Ivy didn’t know much about the Black Bird Coven but she liked their style.
From what she gathered from Anne the Black Bird Coven wasn’t originally from Black Bird. A few years ago, the boundary lines between Black Bird and its northern neighbor, Pinebrook, had been redrawn. Pinebrook was much more witch friendly.

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With the release of Rejected next month and Halloween right around the corner I am pretty excited. And I want to pass along that excitement to you guys so I am putting up a chunk of the first chapter. FYI I am still waiting for edits so this might not be the same when you read Rejected on Nov 13. Enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

Grace stopped what she was doing. She couldn’t help it. It was an involuntary response every time she caught his scent in the air. Grace stood still, eyes closed, in the middle of the sidewalk trying to pinpoint what made Jack Taylor smell so damn good.
It could have been his aftershave. No one else in the small town of Black Bird used his aftershave. It could have been the sawdust that was always lingering on his clothes. It could have been that wild smell that permeated under every other smell. Whatever it was, it added up to one thing in Grace’s mind. Mate.
“Hey, crazy, how about you stop daydreaming and help me with these boxes.”
“Sorry, Anne,” Grace ducked her head embarrassed that she had been caught, nose in the air.
Anne Kane, Grace’s best friend, just shook her head and walked into her boutique. Grace was helping Anne part time with her store while Anne looked for more permanent help. The two women were supposed to be bringing in new merchandise but Grace was frozen where she stood, box in hand, looking for the source of the distracting smell.
The bell over the door of Chic Chick rang as Anne walked back onto the sidewalk.
“He walked by while you were in the back. You missed him, Grace.” Anne sighed exasperated. “Now, can we get on with business? I want to get these dresses up before lunch.”
Grace picked up another box from Anne’s car and followed her inside.
Rows of clothes hung on galvanized steel pipes that serpentined through the single room store. The exposed metal, coupled with the antique white hutches, gave the store a rustic feel. Anne’s ability to pair modern and old world styles was what made her main street shop a success. Grace may have helped build the clothing racks and paint the walls but it was Anne who kept selling out of merchandise.
Without a word, the two women started opening boxes and shaking out dresses. They had done this so many times in the last four years that they had it down to an art. Anne pulled out the steamer while Grace started making room to hang the sundresses in the front window.
The weather was warming up. The sunshine peeking through the clouds would turn people’s minds to summer and the bright colors Anne had picked out would give ladies the incentive to buy new dresses. The front window was the perfect way to lure people in during their lunch breaks.
It also gave Grace an excuse to keep an eye out for Jack. In case he walked back this way again.
“I thought you had a sure fire plan to corner Jack yesterday,” Anne said breaking the silence.
Grace barely contained a growl, “I did.”
She had bribed old man Johnson at the lumber yard to call Grace when Jack arrived to pick up his shipment that week. What Grace hadn’t anticipated was that old man Johnson’s loyalty to Jack was greater than his love for butterscotch brownies. The old coot had taken the brownies but never called Grace.