Yes, I found a kind reviewer with a blog willing to take a look at Sandy Morrison and the Pack of Pussies. While her review was fond of the work and offered mostly positive praise, she also said she wasn’t likely to read more in the series due to its grittiness. You should take a minute to read her review first. Go on, I’ll wait here.
So as you saw she was also worried that I’m plotting up a threesome for the next book, which was one of her main reasons for not wanting to read more. I can at least assure her and other readers that there will be no threesome in the next book, as the cast will be completely different, save for Sandy herself. There may be sex in book three, and I won’t say with who, but I will say I’ve got this future theoretical sex planned as a “fade to black” kind of intimacy. The point is to make a YA, after all. A graphic threesome that was still YA would be mighty darned difficult to pull off if I were planning one. But I’m not planning one. Because I don’t know if I’m that skillful to handle that kind of juggling act.
I realize that admission was probably disappointing for some of you, the one hoping for a threesome in the sequel. (>_>) I’m sorry for you, truly sorry. But the point of Sandy’s series isn’t to put her in a relationship with some actiony subplot on the side. Sandy’s relationships with other people take a sideline to her development in the mystical arts, and to her increasing role of importance in fae politics through no intentional maneuvering of her own.
In fact, I had started a draft of Sandy’s second story and thought I was headed in the right direction. I have, since then, decided that I needed to start over because I had royally messed up the introduction of Sandy’s new magic training partner, who is the nephew of her trainer Donald. Also I took Sandy in a direction that felt right from a “happy story” standpoint, but which felt like a cheap ploy right after I did it. That’s totally book four material, for when I’m ready to jump the shark. So the redo of this story will cut out that early wish fulfillment crap.
I want to close this post by thanking Wading Through Electronic Ink for agreeing to take my book, and for reviewing it. I’m happy that the reviewer felt enough to cry over the characters in my story. Also, it’s okay that she couldn’t take the werecats completely seriously. If I were facing a pack of werecats in real life, I’d be dead for not taking them seriously. I mean, it’s hard to be scared by a large grey striped tabby, yo. I’d be leaning down to pet it right before it killed me.
Anywho, thanks very much to the reviewer, and I totally understand her reason for not continuing further into the series. Since she’s not comfortable with more gritty work, I also know I can’t really offer her any of my other stories. Which is a shame, but I can respect that it’s not her cup of tea.
Woohoo! New review! And it’s a good review too! (^_^)