Will you follow me on my new adventure?
Yes, I’m still around, and I’m still writing!
It’s been a minute since I released a new book – Fangsgiving, all the way back in 2022. It was the second book of a planned trilogy, and I promise I’ll finish up the story of Paul and Taviano in 2025. I’ll even tell you the title…New Year’s Dead!
In the meantime, I’ll clue you in on what has kept me distracted from vampires in Boston.
If you follow me on social media, you might have noticed I’m a bit obsessed with Iceland. I’ve been there five time now, and each time I discover amazing locations and fascinating legends.
As a kid, I read all the Norse mythology books I could find, about the adventures of Odin, Thor and the rest of that pantheon. Now, I’ve become a major fan of Icelandic folklore.
Much of it is familiar, which makes sense since Iceland was populated by Norwegian Vikings back in the late 800s. But there are many unique stories and characters in Icelandic folklore that I haven’t encountered elsewhere. The huldufólk, or Hidden Folk. Grýla the Trollwife and her thirteen troll children, Jólasveinar or the Noisy Boys. Jólakötturinn, the Yule Cat. And so many more.
So fascinated did I become that my writing took a left turn. I’m proud to announce that I will be releasing my first fantasy novel on January 31, 2025. There’s still a gay love story, but this is primarily a contemporary fantasy set in Iceland.
Soon I’ll tell you the title and share my luscious cover with you. In the meantime, here is a snippet from the first chapter to whet your appetite.
Magnús of the Hidden Ways wove light around himself to become invisible as he crouched on the limb of a rowan tree. The night was chilly, but only a faint breeze ruffled the leaves. Overhead, a tiny sliver of the waning moon shone like a sickle against the midnight-blue sky. The lights of an airplane bringing yet more tourists to Iceland distracted Magnús for a moment, but he couldn’t afford to lose focus; human lives were at stake.
Brushing strands of his silver-blond hair back, he readied himself to attack a pair of large, dangerous creatures, all alone. Magnús cursed quietly. What were trolls doing this close to Reykjavik? And why had they dared to grab two hikers?