As we're into October and nearing the start of the campaign, I've been editing the books that are already published so I can get them to you asap!

I'm also starting to reverse outline and revise Crimson Nights so I can start drafting it asap and get it to y'all at the earliest!

I'm currently editing There's Always a Morning at the same time as Rise of the Resistance, and hoping to finish them both off soon!

While The Elite and the Rogues' fulfilment is my priority at present, that doesn't mean I'm ignoring the upcoming project!

Have a snippet from Crimson Nights as a teaser!

Snippet from Crimson Nights!

Sean shrugged, but his eyes moved away from Killian’s. An answer all by itself. Killian felt cold. Sean was here on official capacity.

“Are you here to kill me?” Killian hadn’t broken any rules, but still, he didn’t know of any other vampires in the vicinity.

Sean’s eyes met his, and they were expressionless. “No. I’m not here to kill you.” He paused. “At least, I hope I am not.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Sean cocked his head to a side. “You know I can’t talk about my work.”

Killian knew. He had worked for the council once and had been bound to the same secrecy. Just because he left didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of how things worked.

“Okay,” he admitted grudgingly. “What can you tell me?”

“When was the last time you fed?” Sean’s question was innocuous.

“This morning.” Killian frowned. “I’ve a stash of synthetic blood in my fridge. Why? Is that a crime now?”

Sean shook his head. “No… You haven’t taken a bite out of the humans here for a change, have you?”

Killian glared at Sean. “I thought you knew me better than that, husband.”

Sean sighed. “Killian, please.”

Killian removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “No, I haven’t been snacking on any humans, and I haven’t in the past century and half. What the fuck is this about, Sean?”

Sean smiled at him. “As I said, I can’t tell you. How about we catch up? Over a bottle of that blood that you stock?”

Killian rolled his eyes. He could say no, but he didn’t want to. Even as his brain was screaming at him that it was none of his business, he couldn’t resist wanting to know more. Or of spending time with Sean. 

“Fine,” he relented. “Just come over in the evening, around seven?”

Sean beamed. 

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Warm regards

Rari aka Niranjan