Around the Fire Catches Up With D.V. (Yep, me) And a Sneak Peek at what's next.

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​February was pretty busy for me. Not only getting a new story out to my editor (sneak peek below) but I'm also working diligently on Honky-Tonk House. It will be the third IMPACT book.
In between the chapters Pete and I took sometime to deliver a boat to Florida for one of our neighbors. We stayed in the Perry KOA and had a great time with old friends before heading back to the snow and cold in New Jersey.
After only a day back I participated with a small group of New Jersey and Pennsylvania authors at Brook Hollow Winery. What a blast and this was only a warm-up for the May event there. 
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The contract is signed and the process begins for A Christmas Storm. I'd like to share the first page with you. 
In the spirit of Dickens, in a house enveloped by snow, Lacey is shown the past, present, and future by an unexpected guest.
Chapter 1 
“Why me.” Lacey Prescott wailed to the sky as she lay sprawled on the icy path leading to the shed. The snow started to replace the sleet and fluttered down from the starless sky.
Christmas was only three days away. Even with her dad, Nathan, and Gloriana here, it wasn’t the holiday she’d hoped for since getting the call. Matt wasn’t going to make it home. She’d put on her game face when she’d greeted Dad and his new wife at the door earlier, but her heart was no longer into celebrating the holiday.
“I miss you so much.” She rubbed her eyes before struggling to get traction on the slippery service. Finally, her foot found it in the gravel under the snow on the path’s edge.
Her heart broke when her husband called last month to let her know plans had changed. This was to be the first time they’d spend the holidays together since getting married. He would have spent the season with her and little Adele. But duty called, and Lt. Matthew Prescott’s deployment had been extended—indefinitely.
Now, here she was without him and with a house full of company. To top it off, what was expected to be light snow now the weather stations were reporting it as a storm of epic proportions. And she’d neglected to lay in supplies.
She lived in Upstate New York long enough to know storms could quickly morph from forecasts of flurries to blizzards in a heartbeat.
While gingerly making her way to the shed where the ice melt was, she’d wanted to kick her own butt. Until she slipped and fell. Okay, ice kicked her instead.
“Argh.” She yanked on the frozen shut door and then slammed her hand against the wood slats.
Done, she was done. Toast. No. Burnt toast.
Turning around, she slid down the rough door and buried her head in her arms while wet seeped into her jeans. She didn’t even care. Banging her head on her knees, she wondered yet again why her.
Now my publisher and I will work on edits and covers. 

My reading has been all over the place. Thriller, paranormal, fantasy, contemporary.
I spent some time with Dean Koontz and his The House at the End. A dystopian thriller that kept me on the edge of my seat.
I'm in love with The Burning Witch by Delemhach and can't wait for the next in this humorous fantasy/paranormal series.
Kathryn Shay never disappoints and her After the Fire about firefighters is a winner.
​I've also spent time with the audio of Christopher Paolini and Murtaugh. It's long. but I'm still loving this author of the Eragon series. 
Till next month remember March is in like a lion and out like a lamb. Or so the saying goes.