The Enchanted

Well now... Where to begin? I guess I'll have to start at the beginning. 

Last week, or maybe it was a little longer ago, I ordered myself a Team Theodore shirt. (I know I'm the author and I shouldn't pick sides, but hey, I pick Theo anyway) Anywho, I received my shirt today and it was the wrong size! I was so upset! So I call the place and they're sending me another one in my size and I get to keep the other one, free of charge. Nice right? It's certainly good news for you! Yeppers peppers, that means a giveaway! Now, I'm not doing the giveaway right now. I'll wait until I've actually finished the book and it's available. (I have some other pretty cool, at least I think they're cool, giveaways planned for The Enchanted) 

Here's what the shirt looks like:

 Yes, the fireflies have a significant meaning to the book. (Kind of a double meaning when it comes to Theo)

Meyers is Theo's last name and he's 22 years old

And my dogs say hi.

From left to right

Tucker, Benvolio "Bennie", and Balthazar "Zar" whose eating a blue lobster

Here's a peek of The Enchanted:

He stuck the key in the truck’s ignition and for the first time in all its existence it didn’t start. Gray eyes cursed. He put his hand against the dashboard. A light spewed from his hands, a rainbow of colors, and the truck started.

Stunned, I looked at him.

He shrugged. “Enchanter, remember?”

He backed out of the driveway and drove out of the neighborhood.

He pressed on the gas and shifted the gears. “Will this thing not go any faster?” he asked, incredulous.

“It’s an old truck. What do you expect?” I said.

“We’ll have to get rid of it. We need something fast. Preferably something that goes over forty miles an hour.”

“Don’t diss the truck,” I said.

Gray eyes shook his head.

“What’s your name?” I asked. “You know my name but I don’t know yours.”

“Theodore,” he said.