I just realized that next month it will be two years since I released my most recent (and prize winning) novel, Cerelia’s Choice.

My diabolical plan for overnight success is to write ten novels in ten years (one a year for those bad a maths!), so where has the time gone?

For those who’ve read the first two parts of The Emulation Trilogy (Newton’s Ark and Fuller’s Mine) the good news is that some of the time has gone into making a start on Book 3 (untitled as yet). I’m about 20% done, and determined to get it finished this year.

Another big chunk of time went into helping my mother-in-law produce her memoirs / family history, No Stone Unturned. That’s the price you pay once you become a self-publishing guru. It’s definitely worth a read.

The really good news is that the other thing I’ve been doing is completing another novel, a time travel adventure romance called Harry Seven. It’s in the proof reading phase, so I hope to have it out within the next couple of months, although I’m considering some alternative paths for publishing that may delay it a little. Stay tuned. In the meantime, here’s the cover and prologue to whet your appetite:

2015
Thursday, August 27
Princeton, New Jersey

My oversized blue door hangs open. Outside, the now familiar sight of wartime London calls. July 1945. The past, but my inescapable future.

I must go. Despite the best of intentions, all I’ve done is change the course of history for the worse. The Russian got the better of me. I’ll warn Harrison about him, and the other lessons I’ve learned. Prepare him better than my Grandpa Harry prepared me. I can’t let him fail again. I can’t fail again.

How many times have I had this same thought before?

I take one last look at my house. My grandfather’s house. It’s strange knowing I’ll see this place again, even though I won’t be coming back. I’ve done what I can to wrap up my affairs. The strangers who consider themselves my parents can take care of the rest, the things that can only be done once I’m officially declared missing.

I tense my muscles then spring into action, running as fast as I can, committed now to this course of action. Seventh time lucky I tell myself as I charge through the open door…