In the last week, no less than ten people have asked me about Drake’s story, so I decided it’s time to talk about it.
YES. It’s still happening. No, it…uh…it didn’t come out in January. You probably noticed. You might have even emailed me to ask about it. *waves hi*
I’m about 1/3 of the way through the first draft. (I also have a cover. It’s GORGEOUS.)
Here’s why it’s late: When I was scheduled to write it, I got COVID. I was already super rundown before I picked it up, and it hit me hard. I was flat-out miserable for about four weeks. (You guys, it’s been months and coffee still smells gross. This is a sad, SAD thing. Thankfully, it tastes fine.)
The Obsidian Queen series was already in the works, so instead of pushing everything back, I had to pause The Disgraced Fae. The reason it’s not listed in my current projects on my website is because I honestly don’t know when it’s going to release.
I don’t want to promise something that might not happen, but here’s what I’m hoping for: at the earliest, it’ll release this summer. At the latest, next year.
So that’s the story.
I’m really glad to hear so many of you are still invested in the series!
Wishing you the best,
Shari :)
Want a teeny little snippet? Here you go!
The young man looks up from the rose, his eyes capturing my attention. They’re green, dark but deeply saturated, with golden flecks. It’s a summer shade—the color of grape leaves backlit by the evening sun.
“I’m the new gardener.” His voice is rough, as if he hasn’t used it for several hours, and he fidgets his thumb against the palm of his hand.
“The gardener?” I ask, taking him in.
He has coffee-colored hair, dark brows, and a shadow along his jaw. He’s handsome—the kind of handsome we don’t usually see in this small village. In fact, he’s the sort of man you look at twice just to make sure your eyes didn’t deceive you the first time.
And now that I’m looking at him, I can’t convince myself to look away.
Shari L. Tapscott 