Hey guys, I can hardly keep up with everything that is going on.  I want to first say thanks to all of you for a successful launch of Through the Lens.

It’s remained in the top #100 of Coming of Age books for this past week. I hope it continues.

Thanks for all of you who have posted reviews.  They are so important.

For those who’ve read and asked, I’m here to answer.

Yes, I’ve considered writing a sequel to the story probably from Ethan’s POV. Another possibility is offshoot story with Madison & Bradley and/or an Allie story.  However, I’m sure most of you would prefer for me to get Angel of Mercy out there as soon as possible.

Remember will hopefully be out this month.  Everything has been delayed.  But I’m doing my best to get things finished.

Don’t forget my iPad Mini giveaway.  I’ve been told it will work internationally, but confirm with Apple if you are concerned.

Finally, I will hopefully post another POV from the Cambion series and/or another chapter in the Sebastian story sometime this week.  Maybe even today if I can get my act together.

Thanks guys for all your considerable support and kind words.  They help me through the rough patches of writing.

And the giver I am, I will leave you with a teaser from AOM.

Hands filled with strength and love that had moments before caressed my back, stopped.  Falling away like stones on a mountain, he pulled on the sides of my shirt and released. “Were you dressed when Sebastian came to get you?”

The menace in his voice gave me pause.  I nodded furiously, conveying a Yes, while I watched his eyes cloud over with a hurricane of dark emotions.  I felt my Luke slipping away and the one I created emerge.  His hand drifted up between my breasts without touching.  Then he pinched the fabric of my shirt, pulling a bit again and released.  “Why weren’t you dressed?  It’s the middle of the day.” The accusation left unsaid hurt……

Scrambling off his lap, I stumbled to my feet.  ….., trying to hold back my own anger.  In my head, I repeated this isn’t my Luke several times, trying to calm down.

Standing, he towered over me looking very pissed off. “You haven’t answered me. Why weren’t you dressed?”

“I was sleeping okay,” I yelled.  Then in words meant to cut deep, I said, “I haven’t been sleeping well without you.”

The pinched expression he held began to fade away.  The darkness within him began to recede.  Bending over, he picked up the book.  When his eyes met mine again, they were no longer the churning waters of an ocean brewing a storm.

“I’m sorry Mercy. Shit, sometime I can’t help it.  I love you so much it hurts.”  His fingers pushed my hair behind my ear.  His thumbs caress my mouth.  His touch sent shivers through me.

Aching for him to kiss me, I said, “I love you too.”

Nodding, he flipped the book in his hand to get to a page. “See here,” he pointed. What I saw was a bunch of gibberish. Watching me, he said, “I’m sorry you probably don’t read Latin.” Shaking my head, he added, “I’ve been looking through books about Succubi.” Quickly, he looked back at the book, but not before I caught the slight guilt in his eyes.  The cure for the damnation I’d bestowed on him would obviously be in books about my species. “And I came across this.” With his finger, he pointed again. I looked because he wanted me too…..