They were done by Novel Graphic Designs, and I think they're beautiful. The covers for the last two novels are already done, just waiting for them to be written!
And would you like an excerpt? I bet you would! Can I come up with something . . .
This is from The Celtic Fan, due out on Valentine's Day. It's one of my favorite passages. Enjoy!
After about five or six pages, I noticed she wasn’t
making a sound and hadn’t moved in several minutes. I stopped abruptly and
turned to look at her. The light from the table lamp threw a golden glow on her
skin, and her hair cascaded around her face in tiny wispy strands, casting
pale, wavy shadows on her cheeks. Her lips were parted slightly, and her eyes
were trained on me, waiting expectantly, begging me to go on. She was hungry
for the sound of a human voice, to know she wasn’t alone, to feel connected. I
knew that feeling well. It clung to me at times too, gnawing and cold.
Unplanned, unthinking, I reached toward her and stroked
her cheek. She bent her head downward, her eyes gazing up at me from under
their lashes. With no hesitation, I leaned forward and kissed her. I expected
her to gasp and pull away, or at least react in some fashion, but instead she
seemed to have anticipated it. I felt her lean in too and begin to move toward
me. She rested her hands on my shoulders, on either side of my neck, and her
fingers traveled upward underneath my hair, around to the back of my head,
pulling me closer. Any anxiety, any apprehension or uncertainty I felt began to
melt away as she moved up against me. She pulled her legs up and across mine,
and I wrapped my left arm around her waist, pulling her tighter against me. Her
soft, warm lips opened as I pressed mine against them, and I kissed her long
and deep, trying to draw her into me, begging her not to turn me loose or turn
me away. Running a finger down the left side of my neck, she continued around
my collarbone and down the center of my chest, across my ribs, and rested her
hand lightly on the top of the waistband of my jeans. I found my hands pulling
on the tail of her shirt, pulling it up, wandering underneath it, up her back. Her
skin was warm and soft, and she trembled slightly as I stroked her. The sound
of my heartbeat pounded in my ears, and I pulled back long enough to look into
her eyes. There was no sign of fear in the crystal blue depths, just warmth
mixed with a little playfulness. I smiled and, placing a palm on either side of
her face, I bent her head down, kissing her on the forehead, and she
instinctively rested her cheek on my shoulder. With both arms wrapped tightly
around her waist, I held her close, feeling her breathe into my neck. Her left
hand lay gently on my chest, and I could feel her heart beating against my
ribcage. I knew she was strong, that she could take care of herself, and yet I
wanted to protect her, shield her from the rain, from the world, even from me.