I’m so pleased to be able to reveal the cover for the first novel in the Quinn Callahan Chronicles, Quinn Invisible. Rather than torture you with a bunch of flowery words, let’s just cut right to the reveal, shall we?
Here’s the cover:
I hope you think it’s a gorgeous as I do.
I’m hoping that by tomorrow or Monday, I’ll have some pre-order information to share with all of you. If everything goes well, the book will be available on June 15.
In the meantime, I’d like to whet your appetite by sharing another excerpt. In this scene, Quinn and Evan Thalmann are at Busch Stadium when they run into some members of Evan’s family:
The Cardinals take down the Cubs, and Evan and I start filtering out with the rest of the crowd. He takes my hand and I stay close to him so we don’t get separated, but the human traffic thins out the closer we get to the front of the stadium.
“Anything else you wanted to do while we’re downtown?” he asks, lifting my hand to his lips.
“I don’t know. Maybe we could—”
I freeze, whatever I was going to suggest fleeing my brain as I stare ahead of us.
Franklin and Bryce Thalmann, flanked by a group of men I don’t recognize, stroll down the landing from the other side of the stadium, both of them business casual in white polo shirts and crisp pants. They’re engaged in conversation with their companions and haven’t looked ahead to see that they are on a collision course with Evan and me, assuming we keep walking forward toward the exit.
Evan drops my hand, which tells me he’s seen them as well. I yank the ponytail holder from my hair and fluff my locks into my face as I turn my head away from them. We’ve just passed a souvenir shop, and right now would be a really good time to browse for some t-shirts I have no intention of buying. I whisper to Evan, “I’ll be back there,” as I tilt my head toward my destination.
“Okay,” he whispers back, walking forward into his inevitable meeting with his father and grandfather as I make a beeline for the souvenir store, where I pretend for the next few minutes to be extremely interested in everything Cardinals. But what I’m really doing is stealing sideways glances at the Thalmanns through the window, my face hopefully hidden by a veil of hair and a t-shirt display.
Bryce looks nearly the same as I remember, with maybe a little more gray in his brown hair now and the smallest of paunches at his waistline. As he and Evan talk, he pushes his sunglasses up on his head and for the first time, I note the resemblance between Evan and his father, a resemblance that wasn’t evident four years ago. Now that Evan is teetering on adulthood, I can see that he has his father’s sloped nose and strong square jaw, two physical traits that trace back at least as far as Franklin in the Thalmann family bloodline.
Franklin, in contrast to his son, appears to have aged quite a bit since the last time I saw him, his face as pruny as a hand that’s been in the bathwater too long. The hair at the top of his head is nothing more than a few wiry gray strands flanked by bushier sections on either side above his ears. Rather than sunglasses, he wears eyeglasses with thin sliver frames, which he takes off so he can wipe his eyes after roaring with laughter at something Evan’s said.
For a few seconds, jealousy gnaws at me. I know Evan lost so much four years ago—I would never deny that. But he still has his father and his grandfather, as well as a sister, regardless of how close he is to any of them. I only have Maureen and my grandmother, and I technically don’t have my grandmother in my life in any meaningful way. But the pang of envy passes once I remember Evan’s comment about how he and Bryce barely talk, while Franklin lives by himself on a farm outside Shady Springs, not too far from where my Quinn grandparents used to live. And Evan and Darcy have never been especially close—I don’t think he’s mentioned her once today or any other time we’ve been together over the last week.
Once the jealousy dissipates, it’s replaced by another emotion—disgust.