Tomorrow's the day. Yes, Book Birthday for UNDER A PURPLE MOON.
A sign hung above the door of the otherwise normal appearing house, its glowing black letters stating WARNING ENTER ONLY IF YOU'RE AN EARTHING. On one end of the porch, a swing creaked as it swung in the light breeze. A cat, yellow eyes glowing, glided off the swing and vanished into the darkness, where a few stars sparkled through patchy clouds.
Toby scratched his chin. "Sierra lives here?"
I patted him on the arm. "It's not as bad as it looks. Her brothers made the sign. They're a little unusual."
"Are they Earthlings?"
"They claim the are. That's debatable." I pressed the door chimes. Howls, like coyotes yapping at the moo, rang out on the other side.
Toby clutched my hand. "You sure you want to stay here?"
I sighed. "The night won't be dull, exactly what I need."
The porch light flared on, and the door flew open. Sierra behind it. "Eden! Toby! How ironic. I've been thinking about you guys, and here you are." She dragged me by the arm through the door.
Toby hung back. "No, thanks. I have to get home." He nodded at me. "It's not too late to change
"I'm okay. Promise."
"I'll take good care of her." Sierra grinned at Toby.
"I know you will." He handed me his cell. "Call me if the coyotes get too wild."
I rolled my eyes. "Funny." I shoved the cell back at him. "I don't want this. You keep it."
"Nope. I'd like to get rid of the thing. Just think. No calls from my father." He grinned or grimaced; I couldn't decide which.
We're having a party on Face Book tomorrow, March 15, from Noon to 6 PM. (I don't know what time that will be for some of you.) You're all invited. Prizes, a couple of guest authors: Kai Strand and Melanie Robertson-King, legends, Elvis, and also a lovely grand prize.
Here's the link:
Hope to see you there.
UNDER A PURPLE MOON can be found at most online bookstores.
It's also available in print.