by JA Huss
I am one lucky motherfucker.
Not because I got away with murder.
Not because I have a TV show.
Not because I came from a good family or was well-educated, or because I can build bikes or paint naked girls.
I’m a lucky guy because I have friends.
And I’m gonna need every single one of them, because the shit is about to get ugly.
End of Book Shit
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End of Book Shit is kinda fun. It’s never edited, so if you spot typos in this, well, fuck it. Typos happen. I’m pretty much just saying what’s on my mind at the time of formatting. Right now my office is a pigsty, just littered with shit. Boxes of books, new shoes (I’m going to Indie Girl Con next week, so gotta have new shoes), dishes, envelopes and empty boxes to mail stuff winners, mail I never open.
Here’s a fun fact about Julie. I never, like ever, open mail. I do not care if the fucking president of the US is writing me a letter, or I can see that fucking check staring at me through the envelope window. It will sit on my desk for months until I get around to giving a shit about it.
Yes, this is really how I talk. I have a hard time feeling bad about having a potty mouth. Believe me, my children tried. But my standard answer was, “I could be dancing on tables for dollars to pay rent and drinking gin all day long, you’re lucky my only vice is saying the word fuck too much.”
I don’t actually have the table-dancing body type, but it was the sentiment behind the words that counted.
:)
So anyway, by the time I get to the End of Book Shit, I’m tired. Because publishing a book a month for six months is not a fucking cakewalk, let me tell you. So I’m not really in the mood to care about typos right now (or ever, really. I don’t get the grammar Nazis. I think they exist to try and make Indies feels like shit so they can feel better about themselves.)
I kid.
No. I don’t.
BOMB continues Spencer’s introduction to the world. Spencer has been this guy from the beginning. In fact all my characters were pretty firmly cemented, as far as backstory and personalities go, in the first book they appear in. There is one character in GUNS who will blow your mind, but it can’t be helped.
So Spencer was sort of this sexy, dangerous goofball. More goof than dangerous for the first two books, but then… we learn something about Spencer in Panic. He’s not a good guy.
In fact, when you take out the microscope, none of these people are good. Each of them are on the verge of being guilty, or mentally unstable, or menacing.
But I like them that way.
I’m not perfect. I’ve made a lot of stupid mistakes. And yet… life goes on. You just have to pick yourself up and keep going. And I hope that when you get to the end of GUNS you’ll say to yourself—nope, they weren’t perfect.
But they were real.
And the story kept me guessing.
And I’m gonna miss them.
Rook is sweet, but she’s not innocent. In the end Rook has no one to blame but herself for her bad luck. And that goes for all of the characters in this series.
But when the good luck comes knocking, she can take all that credit too.
Rook makes mistakes, just like everyone else in this series. And in GUNS, all these characters are gonna get hit in the face hard with those mistakes once more.
This was always the plan. I did not see Ford’s book coming. It kinda threw me how much people loved him. But Ford’s past was always his story. I just never had any plans to write it down publish it. But I had to know Ford’s story because Ronin had to hate him for something, right? Everything about Ford was built around that one incident that made Ronin hate him. Even Ford’s perfect father. Because Ford’s father protected him from Antoine’s wrath when he did that nasty thing to Ronin back in high school.
Spencer was different. I always knew he’d get a book. Even before I published Tragic I knew Spencer needed a book. The body art in and of itself was enough to guarantee that. Add in Shrike Bikes and a reality show, well… it’s pretty fucking cool if you ask me. And I always knew Spencer’s back story too. I knew he loved Veronica, even though he admits to Rook in Manic that he’s a player.
But he had to have a reason for ditching her. And that’s where all the fun is, as far as I’m concerned. Why did he need to keep her away? Well, you’re gonna find out soon. :)
I hope you enjoyed this peek into Spencer’s head. That’s all it is. One day. A snapshot of a critical turning point that will lead us to the end. That’s all Slack was too. Just a moment where one’s life gains some clarity. A mini catharsis, or at the very least, a step forward out of despair.
So don’t over-fucking think it.
See you in GUNS
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~ Julie
Special Thanks
RJ - Just thank you. For everything, but mostly for being patient and honest.
Street Team – Holy hell, you guys are the rock stars of the street team world. I hope you realize this. Every author should be so lucky to have you ladies.
Jana Aston – you amaze me. Thank you so much for your monumental efforts to help me get out the word about my books.
Also, I have a new author group. We’re putting out an EPIC boxed set of ORIGINAL sexy shorts on May 5, 2014. My story is about a brand new character I introduce in GUNS. I’m smiling big about this guy. Look for it. But if you forget, don’t worry, I’ll remind you in the newsletter. You should seriously sign up for that shit. Really. Like go now. —>> Join the newsletter.
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About the Author
JA Huss is the author of the Amazon bestselling Rook and Ronin series, the epic science fiction I Am Just Junco series, and hundreds of kid-friendly science books in subjects such as biology, physics, anatomy and physiology, astronomy, and forensics. She has an undergraduate degree in equine science and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology.
She has never taken a creative writing class and she hopes she never will.
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Rook and Ronin books
TRAGIC
MANIC
PANIC
SLACK
TAUT
BOMB
GUNS
TAUT and SLACK can be read as standalones.