This week has had so many ups and downs I’ve felt like I was on a roller coaster. But tonight I got that piece of news every author waits for, dreams of, and busts ass to get to.
My editor with Changeling, Vicki Burklund, told me that my latest novella, “Sock It To Me,” has been accepted from Changeling Press and is scheduled for release on September 13th! This was a fun one to write, because I was working off a totally outlandish prompt that somehow managed to work. Think like a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup…peanut butter and chocolate seems like it shouldn’t work, but it does!
I’m not going to say much more for right now, because of “stuff n’ thangs” that have to happen first, but I can leave you with this *unedited* blurb from “Sock It To Me.” I hope y’all enjoy it, and stay tuned for more contests, surprises…and another big announcement coming in the next couple of weeks, if everything goes as I expect. 
“Make a wish…but be careful what you wish for!”
New York City Homicide Detective Michael “Dutch” Grunhauer’s day has been about three times too long already. When he comes home from his second consecutive day on shift, he just wants his bed and a minimum six hours of blissful unconsciousness. But when he sees an intruder moving under his bed, all thoughts of sleep are banished. He drops to the floor, only to learn two things: the seriously ugly creature isn’t human…and it has an accomplice.
A really sexy, really not clothed, really green-haired accomplice, whose drapes and carpet match precisely, and who tells him that because she and her pet got caught looking for lost socks for the unholy offspring of a crocodile and a dingo to eat, she has to grant him one wish. But as with all such wishes, there’s a rather large catch.
You see, Dutch has until sundown three days from now to decide what he wants the lovely and seductive Faerie to give him. Otherwise he, most of the people who share his Upper East Side walkup, and the building itself could cease to exist.
And just in case things weren’t already complicated enough, the only person he can turn to for help will never believe he’s seeing faeries in his apartment…never mind what the Faerie’s presence is doing to his sense of professional boundaries.
Until next time,
Best,
J.S. Wayne
