Hello, my Wylde-lings! I just wanted to give you an update, and I will try to make it short... but I can't promise I'll manage. So much has happened lately, and it's been bad. So bad.

First of all, you know I was getting ready to move to a new city. It's been in the works for a while, we found a penthouse to rent, and we made the final move on Monday. We had to move all our furniture, because the place was only partially furnished. So, needless to say it cost me quite A LOT.

On Sunday evening, right before the moving company was scheduled to come to pack up our house, I fell and sprained my kneecap. Or so I thought. That's the diagnosis they gave me at the ER, after they popped my knee back into place. It was painful, I screamed, and then they put my leg in a cast and said to wear it for two weeks.

We still moved on Monday, because what were we supposed to do? It was chaos, a disaster, an entire mess, because I was the only one who knew what was what and what was where, and as much as I tried to hop around in my new crutches, I couldn't properly supervise the packing. When that was done, we got into our car, and after a 6-hour drive that my knee didn't enjoy, we arrived at the new place.

The next day, the moving company brought our stuff, but I was done. I couldn't hop around anymore. The muscle pain from trying to walk in crutches was bad. So I just told the guys to use their best judgement. What resulted was... chaos. It's been a few days, and I still can't find anything.

But you know what? This isn't the worst thing that happened. It is frustrating and horrible, but fixable. The worst thing is that we got here, and within the first ten minutes, we discovered one of the toilets was broken. And then the next day, I discovered that the kitchen sink was dripping, a light switch was buzzing so loudly that it was about to explode, and I can't remember what else. The point is... we found a bunch of things that were broken, and I had to call the lady in charge and try to get her to fix things. Which she couldn't really do, because she doesn't live in the city. We fought a few times because the apartment was supposed to be perfectly clean and fixed, as stated in the contract we signed, and it wasn't. And her attitude was what pissed me off the most, because she eventually resorted to saying, "I sent people to fix things. They should've been fixed. It's not my problem anymore."

We haven't been here a week. And we're leaving. Because too many things are broken, and no one wants to take responsibility for them. Also, I'm not going to pay such a high rent to be treated like this.

For the past ten years, I've been moving and renting. Every two years or so, I've moved. I rented twice in my hometown, then in France, then Spain, I came back to Romania and rented again. This has been the worst experience I've ever had.

To top it all, I went to the hospital to remove my cast yesterday, and my knee... isn't feeling great. Now I'm wearing a knee brace, waiting to have an MRI on Monday to see if the doctor's suspicions are correct. I may have a ruptured meniscus and need surgery.

So... yeah. This is my sad story. I may have torn my meniscus, and I'm moving again.

I was supposed to write Viridescent in October. I might still write it. I will try, for sure. But I have no idea what will happen starting Monday. If I need surgery, then I'm off to my hometown, because at least I have my mom there, who's a registered nurse and knows exactly what to do. And my boyfriend will be off to our old place, with all our furniture.

This whole thing has been hard and bad already. And it doesn't feel like it will get better anytime soon.

I've already pushed the pre-order for Alien's Redemption, and I'm sorry about that... but I just don't know how to juggle things anymore. I'm not ashamed to say that I've cried a few times this week.

What will happen is Heart of a Centaur. This one is already written, and I'm sitting down today and tomorrow to edit it thoroughly. At least, with the knee brace, I can walk (not gracefully, no), and I've managed to organize the house a bit and set a small table for myself where I can work. I'm very lucky I'm not in a lot of pain. It hurts a bit, but it's totally manageable. This makes me hope that maybe, just maybe, I won't need surgery.

Okay, so... yeah. This is the update. To be continued, I guess.

I love you, and I'm sorry I'm making you wait for these books. There's nothing I want more than to just be able to write and lose myself in my stories. Today I feel well enough to edit. But until today, I went through bouts of sadness, depression, anger... I can do this. I can beat this. People have gone through worse and recovered.

I'm leaving you with some links to check out, if only to remind myself that I'm a writer, and it's all about the books.

Cara

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Heart of a Centaur (Monster Hearts)

Coming October 15, for sure

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I thought I was doing the right thing. Hunting down alien monsters for IMRA, stopping them from hurting people. I’m a hunter, and my job is done once they’re captured and caged.

But then the tables turn, and I end up the prisoner of a centaur. He calls himself Athos and says he’s a scholar from planet Yacheron. He’s been living on Earth for years, isolated in the mountains, never hurting anyone. I don’t know if I should believe him. He tells me I’m his guest, not his prisoner, and as time passes and we’re forced to live in his hut until I heal, he reveals to me that I’m his… mate.

How can it be possible? This attraction I feel… All-consuming, almost obsessive… It’s madness. Because I’m human, and he’s only half man. We weren’t made to fit together.

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Rituals & Runes

Still only $0.99 for a few more days, then the price goes up.

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Uthar the Hunter

The seventh book in the Orc Mates series!

Live in Kindle Unlimited

Beth Moore will do anything to save her sister. She’s the only family she’s got left in this world, and the thought of losing her to cancer is inconceivable. When every treatment and therapy fails, Beth knows that the answer will not come from human medicine. It’s a good thing that hordes of orcs landed in this world years ago, that they have magic, and Beth has something she can trade for it – herself. She offers herself as tribute, joins an institute for orc brides, and then prays that the captain who chooses her will come to care enough about her to save her sister’s life.

Uthar the Hunter used to be a raider. Now he is a captain, taking over from the late captain of the horde, who treated him like a son. But he isn’t blood, and when the true son and heir shows up with his own horde, a feud breaks out. In the orc world, a rank is not inherited. One has to prove himself and earn it. Uthar will not step down. He will show everyone that he is a true captain, even if that means he has to take a human bride and put an orc baby in her.

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Her Orc King

Captured by slavers, sold at auction to brutal orcs, and dragged halfway across the realm…

I never thought I’d say this, but being kidnapped by a band of pillaging bandits wasn’t the low point of my life.

No, that came when a massive, scarred orc king decided I was his mate and refused to let me leave his cave.

Orcs are a vile race without a shred of propriety, and their king is the worst of all - he expects me to accept their wicked ways and doesn’t understand that my thoughts scatter whenever he removes his shirt. He insists on taking care of me - both my body and soul - and won’t take no for an answer.

But trouble brews in this remote kingdom. The orcs are keeping secrets, and I want to learn the truth. And I’m no longer certain I want to return to the human world. Maybe I want to stay right here, in King Gorvor’s arms.

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Talk soon!