Everything Old is New Again!
by Nancy Gideon
I’m a big fan of Reuse/Recycle/Repurpose for saving time, money and resources. I was beyond thrilled when BelleBooks applied this principal to my “Touched by Midnight” vampire romance series. The original three titles came out in the early ’90s. Fans convinced me to continue with six more installments when ImaJinn started up. When I got the rights back to the first three long out-of-print books, ImaJinn (now part of BelleBooks) bought them with the plan of repackaging all nine under a new header (“Touched by Midnight”) with gorgeous new covers, the chance to sneak in and tweak, and to reach a whole new audience! R/R/R at its finest!
Book 6, MIDNIGHT SHADOWS (my favorite!) comes out this month with a dynamite cover (I’ve been sworn to secrecy!). To celebrate, the first two books of the series are on SALE. MIDNIGHT KISS is $0.99 and MIDNIGHT TEMPTATION $1.99 through May 15 – an awesome intro that begins in the Regency era and moves, with characters weaving throughout, into modern times (MIDNIGHT SHADOWS takes place in the modern day jungles of Peru).
Here’s a teaser from MIDNIGHT SHADOWS to whet the need to sink your teeth in for more . . .
“If I’m going to go out there to put it on the line for, as you so succinctly put it, the paycheck, I need to know if you can keep it together. If you have any doubts, you stay behind.”
“I’ll be fine, Cobb.”
“Will you? Are you? Then tell me what you saw earlier tonight in your room. Can you do that?”
“A mask on the wall.”
“Bull.”
“I didn’t see anything.” His steady stare wouldn’t let her leave it at that. “I didn’t see anything real, okay. Is that what you wanted to hear? That I’m nuts, bonkers and all the rest? That I see things that aren’t there? That I have a hole in my memories large enough to drive a Mack truck through? That I can’t trust myself to know what’s real?”
“Trust me.”
His sudden intensity dragged her back from the edge of hysteria.
“Why, Cobb? Why should I trust you?”
“Because I can protect you if you let me. Because I know you’re not crazy.”
“How do you know?” she whispered, fearing to believe it because she didn’t believe it herself.
“Because I know what’s out there, and it’s real.”