With The Demimonde Trilogy, however, the series evolved for a different reason. Butte, Montana was such a vivid and colorful town for so many years, and I wanted to bring to life different facets of that world. The first book introduced an innocent woman raised in the heart of the demimonde by her mother, a powerful madam. The second book followed an intelligent prostitute who turned to the demimonde when everyone she loved turned against her. The third book will illustrate the life of a progressive woman, fighting against the sin and corruption of the demimonde while also battling her own passions and desires.
But the trilogies--even more specifically, the historical trilogies--can be exhausting. I love doing research and piecing together surprising findings. But while I've been immersed in Butte around the turn of the 20th century, other ideas have been stirring.
In particular, I'm being drawn to a new paranormal romance. I sit in front of the computer staring at my outline for the third Demimonde book, stuck. I drive to work and push aside the images of a young woman who works to master her skills of teleportation while solving the crimes of a serial killer. And I urge the images of the bottle-smashing prostitution-protesting Abby Burke to surface. But alas, Abby seems intent on indulging in a rest.
For whatever reason, this new book is worming its way into my writing brain and is demanding to be written. So I am putting the final Demimonde book on hold and forging ahead on a stand-alone that will be titled Evaporation.
I hope to have both books completed and released by the end of the year. By then, who knows which protagonist and city will be taking control of my waking thoughts.