I’m not cut out for the single life. This statement becomes all the more obvious as I sit in my living room, listening to a Pandora mix of Father John Misty and watching my cat stare out the window at an overexcited bird with what I can only describe as melancholy. But then again, I’m probably only projecting my emotions onto my cat. My wife is out of town for the weekend, and I’m already contemplating my entire existence while trying not to eat everything in the house. I don’t know how to live alone anymore.

Since I’ve got all the time in the world, it’s a good time for a quick update. Some of you may have noticed on the About the Author page to Hunter that my next novel is titled Christmas in the Caribbean. I'm about 50 pages in, and I’ve been enjoying writing something fun and uncomplicated (well, not entirely uncomplicated since I really do love wrenching ANGST). My goal is to release this stand-alone—get this—close to Christmas.

Stay tuned for forthcoming plot summaries and sneak previews!

Prost,

Eliza