Red Rose Publishing has signed my 28th novel, GlassWorks! RRP has a good reputation among authors, so this is really exciting news.
The Hollowing has a cover! Cerridwen Press's artist outdid themselves this time. Take a look at my MySpace page. The cover is absolutely beautiful!
I received a Harriet Klausner review this week for ErRatic. First reviews on a book could go either way, so you can imagine how thrilled I was to receive a good one from such a prestigious reviewer. According to Time magazine, Harriet Klausner "is one of the world's most prolific and influential book reviewers". In her review, she states "ErRatic is a fantastic horror thriller..." and "N.D. Hansen-Hill provides an entertaining powerful ghost story that will gain entry to fans’ keeper shelf." I couldn't ask for a better review! Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I finished the first edits for The Hollowing, and am working on 3 books I'd like to finish before the holidays. Wish me luck!
I'll leave you with an excerpt, this one from In Trysts. The sequel, In Flames, will be released January 1st!
Everything, from the marble sarcophagus, to the sculpted angel... “We’ve been had!” At Sophie’s expression, Peri elaborated, “Conned, swindled, duped.”
Sophie still looked confused.
“This isn’t Hannah!”
“That damned Marco! Ya think he switched the names? Maybe he doesn’t trust us,” she said resentfully. “Unless...” Sophie’s eyes widened, and she peered nervously at the wrapped figure. “Are you sure, Peri?” Sophie gulped. “Not that ah want to see what’s in there...but are you sure it’s not her?”
Peri shook her head. The truth was—no, she wasn’t. But then, even though there were no descriptions of Hannah, it would have taken a strong woman to manage young Charles-William. Maybe the cerecloth was a throwback—a sign of respect for a traditional female.
Peri sighed, and set the flashlight down on the cloth-wrapped chest, letting it rest in the crook of one folded arm. Her shaking fingers cast wiggly shadows as she took her scissors and snipped at the cloth near the corpse’s throat. The moment she exposed flesh—flesh that was still firm and resilient, instead of brown and withered, she knew something was grievously wrong.
Shit...shit...shit...shit.
Peri took no more care now. She clipped the cloth upwards, to expose the chalk-white flesh.
Cheers, and best wishes,
