The Hollowing has a beautiful, brand new cover. You can see it at my MySpace page. I'm really trying to update all my pages now. Recently, I revamped my website, but it's only halfway there. I need to add more excerpts, media pages, and my pseudonym's webpage (Melody Knight) needs a complete overhaul. I let everything go, between bouts of pneumonia and bouts of writing, so now I'm attempting to wind up everything pre-holidays (still 3 books to finish!)

Other things: I received a Harriet Klausner review for ErRatic this week! Absolutely, thrilling, and my first for the book, which is being released in February, 2008. According to the review, "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." This is high praise indeed from a reviewer whom Time magazine touts as "one of the world's most prolific and influential book reviewers." I have to admit I'm so excited I don't care if the book ever receives another review!

GlassWorks was signed last week by Red Rose Publishing. They have a rep for being a really good publisher, so I'm really lucky to be contracted by them. I've already participated in an author chat, if you can believe it!

That's all for the moment, except for an excerpt. This one's from one of my romance novels, In Trysts, in honour of its soon-to-be-released sequel, In Flames (January 1st!).

From In Trysts:

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.

An excerpt from In Trysts, published by Linden Bay Romance

Cheers, and regards,

ND Melody