Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Friday, June 26, 2015
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
First, lets talk book:
Love? Sure, I believe in it. I've even experienced it. Once. Harper Richards - the girl who got away. Or rather, the one I let go.
It should go without saying that it wasn't by choice. A guy like me, doesn't dare to dream of getting a girl like Harper even once, he sure as sh*t doesn't let her go on a whim. Nor does he ever think for a moment he'll get a second chance with her. Even if he wants one.
I want one. I NEED one.
And now...through some twisted turn of fate and a wedding I never should have been invited to...I just might get one.
Now...lets get the facts:
1.) Two of the characters were inspired by the same person. I have my reasons. Oh, yeah, no, I'm not telling you who it is or what they are...
2.) I found a way to combine my love for coffee with my love for all things Harry Potter and then managed to sneak it into the book in a totally legit way. I still give myself a little giggle just thinking about it. You'll know how when you see it.
“One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65,
you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find––
is they are not always with whom we spend our lives”
― Beau Taplin, Hunting Season
4.) The story is set in a completely fictional town in Florida...which just happens to be a little (or a lot ) like the one I live in. Weird.
5.) The opening line of the book came to me while listening to my seven year old taunt her best friend with pickles. Apparently, she hates them. So, there I was and all I could hear while staring at that blank screen was 'Pickles, pickles, pickles!'
And when you think Contemporary Romance...you think 'Pickle'.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
Monday, June 15, 2015
Friday, June 12, 2015
Thursday, June 11, 2015
A Redemption Reigns MC Novel #1
Poet Butler, the first female President of the outlaw motorcycle club, Hells Redemption, has one basic rule in life: Don’t date bikers, ever.
After she’s randomly jumped during a clubhouse party, she takes off to her house in the hills to avoid her men seeing the bruises she’s sporting. The one flaw in her plan is the man who found her and demands to come with her.
Titan Warren, the President of Bishops Reign, is an arrogant prick Poet can’t stand. He’s entitled, pushy, and attractive as hell, which only makes her to dislike him more.
Can Poet’s strength withstand bloodshed and conspiracy as the world she once knew falls apart? Or will she crumble under the pressure, and lose everything she’s ever known?
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Single mom Jordan Glastetter doesn't know how she'd survive without her best friend, Abram Tomko. He's the father her son never knew and he's the rock she's always leaned on. When Abram's father suffers a heart attack, it's Abram's turn to depend on Jordan, finally seeing her as the woman she's become and not the little girl he grew up with. Will they risk their friendship for a chance at love?
Abram’s breath is warm on my neck and he’s closed the space between us. I turn around to face him, only for us to be less than a couple inches away from each other. Looking up into his chocolatey brown eyes, my heart races. Get it together, Jordan, this is only Abram Tomko. Your best friend. Your husband’s best friend.
“I’ll handle it, thanks for letting me know.” I try to sound confident, like the fearless, single mom that I pretend to be.
Abram frowns, his hand moving to my waist and I feel his rough fingers on my bare skin between my peach tank top and low rise jeans. “Don’t, Jordan. Don’t act like you’re in this alone. I’m right beside you, just like I’ve always been.”
I open my mouth to speak, but Abram puts his finger to my lips. He’s right, he knows my mannerisms better than I do. Now that he’s brought it to my attention, this is typical me. When something is difficult, when I don’t want to impose on him, I push Abram away, but he knows I need him as much as R.J. does.
“Jor, for the past five years it’s just been me, you, and R.J. We’re a family, just like the other kids in his class. There’s nothing to hide, nothing to be afraid of.” I nod, he’s right. He’s our family and just like every obstacle since Robby died, Abram will stick by my side. His finger moves away from my mouth and I start to speak again when I realize he’s lowering his head toward mine. Not sure what else to do, I nuzzle my face against his neck and he lets out a sigh, blowing my hair. His mouth finds my forehead where he plants a kiss. Without thinking, I brush my lips across his neck, my pulse racing erratically. One of his hands squeezes my waist while the other fists a handful of my hair. An unfamiliar desire rips through my stomach and I lower my mouth, kissing further along his neck. Abram tilts my chin up, looking into my eyes and I suck in my breath.
Abram and I jump apart, partially as to not be caught, but more so because my five-year-old only calls me “Mommy” when something’s wrong. Abram takes a few steps toward R.J. and picks him up. “What’s wrong, buddy?”
My almost-kindergartner is frightened, his lips pressed into a straight line and the fear in his eyes lets us in on his secret. “Pop’s sick, real sick.”
Friday, June 5, 2015
I'm not going to go so far as to say that my hair has fallen out or my teeth have decayed, however, I wholeheartedly agree, that while fiction is a great deal of making shit up, the foundation of every piece of writing lies in total, sometimes soul crushing and/or soul baring, truth.
Absolutely not. Characters are real people, people! They've been known to show up uninvited, steal the girl who was meant for someone else, and even, on occasion, turn out to be the villain you never saw coming. So, when a character says something rude or offensive, seriously, that's like the least of our worries.
This. All of this. The man's a genius. Period.
I love this. Not just in regard to the women I write, but also in regard to the woman I strive to be in my 'real' life.
This may be my favorite of all. For many years I wrote at least a poem a day because it gave me such insight into my own feelings and thoughts.
Writing heals the spirit, clears the mind and frees the heart.
(That one's all me by the way )
All of these awesome quotes and many more can be found right here.
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Monday, June 1, 2015
1. It's not unusual to find me wide awake at four a.m. But make no mistake. I'm not getting up. I haven't gone to bed yet.
2. Grease is one of my all-time favorite movies.
Because...well, it's GREASE!
3. I love the beach.
Live at it LOVE it. Stupid Salt Life bumper sticker and all...
4. I used to be a pet photographer. I specialized in Holiday portraits.
Yeah...a lot like that.
5. I'm not what you would call a great cook...and have been known to set off the fire alarm on occasion. (For which I totally blame a poor ventilation system...)
6. I have green eyes.
(To clarify - I was NEVER actually a stripper...)
8. I am fluent in German.
Not that kinda German...
9. I'm a runner.
10. I have three addictions...one is sugar, one is music...the worst is coffee.
Always has been. Always will be.