Choosing between power and freedom, a reluctant assassin will either become a master of the global economy, or an enemy of the world’s most powerful tyrant. Either way, the heart of a beautiful woman will be broken as blood is spilled.
Hey Everybody, I’m very happy to report that we have surpassed the 250 pre-orders necessary to enter the Quill collection. This means that Teas of the Assassin will be published. I am so very grateful and thankful for all the support you have given me. Your faith in this book has propelled it to be published and soon it will be in your hands to read. I sincerely thank you for your generous investment in this project. You have helped me develop as an author.
Next steps: The campaign continues for another month, ending May 14th. At that time the book will go into production and when the process is complete all orders will be filled. As soon as I have a solid date of publication I will let you know. In the meantime I will use these updates to keep you informed about the progress that is being made in the production of the books.
I’m really excited about what comes next even though I’m just learning as I go along. The opportunity to publish this novel is all thanks to you and I want everyone to know how much I appreciate the support you have shared with me for Tears of the Assassin. Thank you.
Tattered boots found unstable footing in the snow as David Diegert trudged two miles to his night shift job at the Mini-Mart. Without money life sucks, he thought, as the cold penetrated his coat and numbed his toes. His snow-impeded pace slowed his walk. Normally he passed the time checking e-mail, reading the news or playing Big Game Hunter, but today he was left with only his thoughts since his service had been cut off for non-payment.
His job was lousy, but with only a high schoo. . .
Tattered boots found unstable footing in the snow as David Diegert trudged two miles to his night shift job at the Mini-Mart. Without money life sucks, he thought, as the cold penetrated his coat and numbed his toes. His snow-impeded pace slowed his walk. Normally he passed the time checking e-mail, reading the news or playing Big Game Hunter, but today he was left with only his thoughts since his service had been cut off for non-payment.
His job was lousy, but with only a high schoo. . .