No Gus chapter today. I got Lasik eye surgery yesterday and I’m still adjusting. The words are just a little too glowy for me to want to work for long periods.

In other news–I’m getting a lot of questions of whether Gus will be turned into an ebook/physical book. The answer is yes to both. I’ve already commissioned the cover and will probably put out a call for beta readers in another week or so. No ETA on when that will go live. I have a little tweaking to the ending to do but otherwise I think it’s in good shape. I know some of you have put off reading until you can get the whole thing. Once it goes through my editor I’ll have a better idea of timeline.

Since Gus is wrapping up, I’m at a bit of a crossroad. It’s time to pick the next project. The problem is that I’m equally drawn to several projects at once. No idea which direction my muse will take me in.

Just for kicks–and because there is no Gus today–here is a tiny snippet of one of those projects.

Snippet from unnamed project

Light streamed through the hospital window. So cheery. So bright. It danced across the floor to flirt with the edge of the bed.

Mesmerized, the girl inched a hand toward the sun beam spilling across her covers. A soft smile of amazement wreathed her face as she rotated her hand back and forth, opening and closing her fist as she soaked in that feeling.

“It’s so warm,” she whispered.

Like a cozy hug, banishing the chill that had invaded her veins so thoroughly it was as if it had never been. All because of a splay of light that had wandered into her hospital room.

“Winters.”

Like a flower, the girl found herself tilting toward that light. A need driven by memories of the cold, dark place she’d been in not too long ago controlling her.

A hand slapped the bed next to her leg. “Cadet Roen Winters. Are you listening to me?”

The girl froze in the process of leaning forward, her gaze shifting to take in the stern faced individual in the military dress uniform.

Who was Roen?

It took a moment, but eventually it all came back to her in a rush. The important stuff anyway.

Roen was her. She was Roen.

At least that was the way it had been once upon a time.

Roen. For that was her name. Roen. Roen. Roen.

Roen Winters. The Winter dud. Black sheep of the esteemed Winter family. A family whose military achievements put them on the same rung as royalty. They were practically their own political faction.

Her grandfather was one of the highest decorated generals in the history of the empire. Her parents heroes who’d been posthumously awarded the medal of valor for the way they’d sacrificed themselves to protect xxx’s borders when Roen was a baby. Even her brothers were climbing the ranks quickly. The golden boys of the xxxxx.

Then there was Roen. The mistake. The untalented. The screwup. That’s who she’d been.

Before.

Now—she was something else.

Though she doubted this man in his perfectly pressed uniform realized that.

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