{"id":221,"date":"2012-04-13T19:06:00","date_gmt":"2012-04-13T19:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.tamaragranthambooks.com\/2012\/04\/stats\/"},"modified":"2015-11-13T15:20:48","modified_gmt":"2015-11-13T15:20:48","slug":"stats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tamaragrantham.com\/StagingSite\/stats\/","title":{"rendered":"Stats!"},"content":{"rendered":"

# of queries sent since I started querying: 27
\n# of requests: 2!!!<\/p>\n

Can you tell I’m happy about this?<\/p>\n

     And just for fun, I want to post a snippet from my second book, FORGOTTEN. To get you up to speed, this scene takes place with my two main characters, Susan King and Grant White. Grant is over a century old though he doesn’t look it and he is half-demon. He’s just traded his demon half with a witch to save himself from a horrible death. <\/p>\n

     Susan and Grant are returning from a place called the under-spirit world when this scene takes place.<\/p>\n

\n            <\/span><\/span><\/b>Storm clouds roiled, covering the sun, and Grant felt as if he were back
\nin the under-spirit world. He hated that place, hated what it did to him. When
\nhis demon returned, he knew he\u2019d have to go back. He knew he\u2019d never come out.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n            <\/span>Susan
\nwalked next to him, biting her nails as they made their way down the forest
\npath. He couldn\u2019t tell her. She\u2019d find out soon enough. \u201cYou bite your nails?\u201d
\nhe asked.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n            <\/span>She
\npaused, looked at her hand as if she didn\u2019t realize what she\u2019d been doing, and
\nthen sighed. \u201cNervous habit.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n            <\/span>Under
\nthe thick rain clouds, Susan\u2019s face seemed paler than usual, almost sallow. He
\nstill thought she was the most beautiful creature he\u2019d ever seen. He couldn\u2019t
\nunderstand why. He\u2019d met plenty of women in his lifetime. Duchesses and wealthy
\nheiresses with finer clothing and more alluring features. Something about Susan
\nbaffled him. <\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>A damp wind rushed
\npast, rustling the pine boughs and making them hiss as they brushed against
\neach other. Susan stared at the forest as if it were a foreign place.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cSomething wrong?\u201d
\nGrant asked.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cI\u2019m not sure. This
\nplace. It seems almost . . . I don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cMagical?\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>She raised an
\neyebrow. \u201cNo.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cPretty, I suppose.
\nAlmost.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cThought you hated
\nTexas.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cI do.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cThought you said
\neverything here was ugly.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>Susan didn\u2019t hold his
\ngaze. A few moments later, she started biting her nails again. Grant caught her
\nhand in his and grasped it. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d she asked.<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n

<\/p>\n

\n        <\/span>\u201cKeeping you from
\nruining a perfectly good set of fingers.\u201d<\/o:p><\/span><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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