It’s been one of those months – utter chaos and craziness, stress and sleepless nights, so much so that sometimes I feel like I can’t even breathe. An emotional roller coaster. I think this happens every so often to everyone – shit just gets so out of control you become numb to the madness, numb to pretty much everything.
Unless you’re friends with Michele Mason Holmberg and she’s working on the cover for the finale of your paranormal romance trilogy.
And she’s sticking her foot all up in it.
Then you’re hardly numb – instead you’re so full of feels you don’t even know what to do with yourself. When Michele hits you with her design, you just kind of sit and stare, while your heart is racing with excitement and joy, you’re grinning from ear-to-ear, and your eyes are full of tears.
Because you’re a sappy bitch like that.
Book III has felt like one very long goodbye to my beloved Dev and Wyatt. I’ve wanted everything to be perfect, from terrifying scenes of depravity to sensual moments wrapped around a lover. I’ve toiled and stressed and procrastinated and reworded, it’s been a long seven months of trying to create perfection.
Which is impossible, I know, but is my goal nonetheless.
But I think Michele has done just that with her cover. No matter the words I put together for Book III: THE PROPHECY and how people respond to them, the fact remains this cover is fierce
and so very, very Dev and Wyatt.
So let me stop blabbing and just do this already – here you go
In Books I and II of The Sanctum Trilogy, Madhuri Blaylock took readers on a treacherous journey full of intrigue and corruption, horror and despair, as she wove the tale of Dev and Wyatt, the hybrid demon created to destroy The Sanctum and her lover, once a warrior for The Sanctum, now a member of the mysterious sect of Magicals known as the Ramyan.
Their tale continues in Book Three: The Prophecy as battles wage, loved ones are lost, and the world seems on the brink of madness.
Culminating in explosive horror, one is forced to ask: after all of the blood and torture and pain and death, can there be any room for hope and wonder and life and love?
What do you think?
Hopefully you’re thinking, hot damn! when do I get my hands on Book III?
It’s coming…I promise.