Celebrating R. Sullins new release Those Who Whisper!
Title: Those Who Whisper Author: R. Sullins Genre: Paranormal Ghost Romance Release Date: March 28, 2023
From International and USA Today bestselling author comes a new thrilling tale of ghosts that want to be set free and the young woman that wants to help them, even at the cost of her own heart.
I never expected to fall in love with a ghost…
I had to get away from my life. As if anxiety was something I could escape from. But landing a job half a world away, teaching a precious little girl at her home in Scotland, seemed like the perfect answer.
The Manor was beautiful. Large and mysterious, it held secrets that lurked behind the glass panes and painted walls. Secrets about a witch. Secrets about a curse. Secrets like – all the ghosts from the past are still here. And they wanted me to end the curse.
But if I did, I would lose him.
:WARNING: Do not read if you don’t enjoy insta-love, or ghostly relationships. This is pure fantasy, not to be confused with reality, and readers should go in with a suspension of disbelief.
It’s my great joy to share more RENLEY with you. This is a little of Chapter 5… you may think from this that you know what’s going on, but I assure you, you do not. Renley’s a white knight, this book really lets him shine.
It seems once a book I catch the plague and screw up my deadline. Like, for instance, the deadline for this draft is Friday, and I’ve been sick 10 days and the book is 19% done on beta. Oh yeah, we are clearly screwed there.
So, let’s talk about the book. It’s a little done. I am fattening it up like the feted calf. I always love the be characters more than my main characters and nothing is different in this book. Jazzie is so fun to write. I am about to rearrange my calendar, so my writing goal isn’t an unreachable 7500 words a day, while I’m ill.
And about this teaser… Shelby must have an unusual relationship with his coffee… or I made it uncomfortable the way I wrote it. And it was supposed to be SIPS.
I am irritated, frustated and some other –tateds. I’ve been having some trouble with my dominant hand for a while. Swelling, numbness and other bullshit, bullshit, bullshit. Friday, I woke up and it was swollen and felt like I had fire ants under my skin. I went to urgent care and was like… ‘I think I have shitty arthritis.’ They came back to me and were like, ‘No, you are wrong.’ They couldn’t tell me more than that but put a rush appointment in for me with my GP, who saw me first thing Monday morning.
I was like… ‘You sure this ain’t arthritis?’ And she was like, ‘No, you have De Quervain tenosynovitis and carpal tunnel.’ At which time I looked her in the eye and said, ‘I don’t have time for that.’ She laughed and laughed and gave me steroids, wrist braces and a follow-up appointment for 6 weeks. Because this bullshit, bullshit, bullshit has all the time in the world for me.
I’m almost done with RENLEY–well, the first draft. I still have to do the hard work and the rework of it and do it in a tight deadline because I’m going to Las Vegas with my bestie for a few days on a girls’ weekend. I’ll be starting the rewrite on Saturday, watching the Superbowl on Sunday… so any writing I get done that day will be done EARLY… very early, since I get up at 0400-0500. It shouldn’t be a problem. Yes, I use twenty-four hour time. Hey, my husband used to do international travel for work, and it was the easiest way for us to sync up since most countries in Europe use it too. We never stopped using it. I also tend to write dates in European standard and use Celsius.
I suck like that, and Bri is generally correcting my date usage, and ignoring my Celsius claims.
So, here is my typo of the week. It would seem there is a sneaky camera in their gardening equipment. My characters are bizarre and do weird things. Why wouldn’t they put surveillance equipment in a hoe?
I’m a day late for WIP Wednesday because I just over adulted yesterday after I wrote, and I also had plans… I had to nap for last night (Go San Diego Gulls!). So, I did not get my WIP done in time. I suck. But you know, life is just like that at times.
Where are you on RENLEY, Ali? Why are you talking in third person?
I don’t know why I’m talking in third person–must be a sign of hysteria.
I am at the point where I invited my alpha readers in to look at the first half of the manuscript and the response has been, some chit-chat. Raylene and Bri were talking amongst one another last night while I was at the game.
All I will say is Shelby needs more love peeps. Love Shelby! He’s a sweetheart.
So my typo for the week is this… I need help, no one wants to eat toads. She was supposed to be making TOAST.