Rain Rain Go Away...?

We here in the mid-Atlantic region were not living the traditional "April showers bring May flowers" thing. It's been kinda dry.

Well, it's no longer dry and my grass seems to have sprung up overnight (as grass and children are wont to do).

It started raining Saturday night (when Stephanie Julian and I were driving home (NY to PA) from a Book Obsessed Chicks gathering/signing) and it hasn't stopped since.

Bad stuff has been raining down, too, unfortunately, but I won't talk about that. Though some prayers for 2 of my extended family members wouldn't be remiss.

But good writing stuff has been raining down, too. I finally got the cover for my August release, Magic Gone Wild. Isn't it pretty?

This is my blurb for the book. marketing is still working on the official one:

Zane Harrison opens an old trunk in the attic of his family’s ancestral home to find Vana. The genie. A famously inept genie as it turns out—which explains so much about why his great-great-grandfather was rumored to have been crazy. 

Vana never quite finished her genie training and, sadly, more than one master has suffered because of it, including her last master (this new one's great-great-grandfather). But Vana's determined to set to rights what she'd made wrong and no one is going to stop her. 

Even her new master. 

AND... I have finally been able to show Beauty and The Best, my American Title and Gather.com/Simon & Schuster First Chapters contest finagling story, the light of day.

Can she cook up a recipe for love?  

Jolie Gardener, personal chef by day, aspiring romance writer by night, likes to talk and does it a lot.  She has to because if she stops, all the pain, disillusionment, and abandonment of her AWOL mother, question-mark father, and foster-care childhood will rise up like a chocolate soufflé on steroids, sweeping away the fragile infrastructure of her life. 

But she's fine. 

Really. She is. 

Or so she thinks.   

Todd Best isn't fine. He knows it. And doesn't care. After his wife died—the woman who believed in him when he was a struggling artist—he put painting aside, moved from their home, and lost himself in the minutiae of daily life. 

Alone. Private. The way he likes it. 

The last thing he needs is some chatty cook seeping into the perfectly bland canvas of his life. 

Or so he thinks. 

So when Jonathan, a guardian-angel-in-training, turns himself into a kitten to help these two lonely souls find a happily ever after together, it ought to be a piece of cake. 

Or so he thinks... 

This story has been with me for 7 years. It's undergone several incarnations and a professional editing job, and I'm so thrilled to have it "out there." So I'm liking the rain. Now, if only the bad stuff would head down the sewer...

Hows the weather in your world? Metaphorical weather or real...