M. Leighton's Blog, page 8
October 20, 2014
Wake up!
For those of you who don't know, I have a small dog that is very much like my child. She belonged to my mother-in-law, Karen, and when she passed away, Karen willed us her dog. She knew that we would take good care of her, which we do. The dog's name is Callie. She's an 8-pound Malti-poo that's smarter than most toddlers. I'm not kidding. We thought her intellect was unusual until we started researching poodle breeds. They're freakin' smart! Seriously. She knows so many words that we have to spell things around her. She can literally complete some of the tests that are designed to measure a 2-3 year old's thought processes. It's insane! Annnnnyway, it drives her nuts when Mr. Leighton lies in the floor and snores, pretending to sleep. She can't stand it! She whines until I tell her to wake him up, at which point she will scratch his head until he moves or I praise her. It's adorable, and I secretly (okay, maybe not so secretly) snicker over her taking off a few layers of Mr. Leighton's scalp. hehe <------Is that mean? Probably. But it's just so cute! And listening to him yelp-laugh (which is what he does when she digs in) makes ME laugh for some reason.
Here's a video of the little devil doing it. So. Cute. As I taped it, sitting in the living room with my family when I should've been working, I was reminded of the important things in life. Family, friends, love, laughter. In that moment, I realized that I had it all, right there three feet away. That makes me blessed beyond measure, doesn't it? Yep, it sure does. #Perspective
If any of you have cute pet tricks and stories, share away! I'm a huge animal lover, so...that never gets old to me:) LOL
Happy Monday, y'all! I hope that you get to spend time with your family and friends this week, and that it's filled with loads and loads of love and laughter:)
Here's a video of the little devil doing it. So. Cute. As I taped it, sitting in the living room with my family when I should've been working, I was reminded of the important things in life. Family, friends, love, laughter. In that moment, I realized that I had it all, right there three feet away. That makes me blessed beyond measure, doesn't it? Yep, it sure does. #Perspective
If any of you have cute pet tricks and stories, share away! I'm a huge animal lover, so...that never gets old to me:) LOL
Happy Monday, y'all! I hope that you get to spend time with your family and friends this week, and that it's filled with loads and loads of love and laughter:)
October 16, 2014
Oops!
Well, here we are on Thursday. Two days post release of All Things Pretty part two. It was supposed to go out to all newsletter subscribers automatically and seamlessly. <------that's where things got hairy.
Rather than using negative terms like "epic fail" or "disaster" I'll just say that the day was not without it's challenges. *snort* Neither was yesterday, which I compare to the writer's life version of cleaning up after a hurricane. But I survived. Just a few cuts and scrapes. Nothing life threatening. And I learned some really valuable lessons along the way, which I'm going to share with you. You knew I would, right? That's my M.O.----> Overshare.
#1: Don't let an epic fail rob you of your desire to try again or to do nice things. For about 30+ hours, I was telling myself that I will never...NEVER, NEVER, NEVER try to do something like this again. I probably won't, actually. Not exactly like this anyway, but I WILL still do what I think is right and kind and fair. When life kicks you in the teeth, despite your good intentions, you can't stay down on the ground and roll around. As much as we'd sometimes like to, we can't wallow (or waller, as we say here in the south). It's far too easy to get comfortable in the defeated position. We have to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and take a step forward. We just have to tread more carefully and USE the wisdom that we learned when we were face down on the ground. LOL
#2: For all the rotten apples in the world, there are a hundred beautiful, shiny, sweet ones. I'm not sure how accurate my ratio is. 1:100 is probably very low. Maybe I should say 1:10,000. That's probably closer. Regardless of the real statistics, I'm learning to appreciate the bad apples. Sounds crazy, right? But seriously, that the one bad, nasty bitter apple can make you so, so, SO much better appreciate the good ones, know what I mean? How would we know light if we didn't see darkness? How would we know the sweetness of honey if we never tasted vinegar? Sometimes it takes a trial to remind us of what's important, to make us SEE what's important. They make us grateful.
#3: Focus. Focus, focus, focus. For me, this one is super important! I can be trucking along beautifully one minute and then BAM! One little thing will throw a kink in my whole day. You know what that is? INSANE! That's what that is! I can waste a ridiculous amount of time beating myself up over a mistake or crying over something small when there is still so much good and right and positive everywhere around me. Just because All Things Pretty had every problem imaginable from release day of part one on 9-30 all the way through release part of part two on 10-14 doesn't mean that I need to dwell on it. I can't change it. I can only go forward smarter. Smarter yet still happy. I can't let this snafu sour my job or my life or my outlook. I have to focus on the POSITIVE, take the bad for what it's worth and then move on. Learn my lesson and go. So that's what I'm doing.
Today, I'm back in the saddle. Focusing on the good. I've apologized a million times for the problems that occurred with the free copy of All Things Pretty, part two. I can't go back and undo it, and letting it ruin even one more hour would be an irresponsible tragedy on my part. I have more books to write (my next three for my publisher, in fact), something that I'm sooooo looking forward to. I love my job and I won't let a bad day or two steal my thunder. Life is about balance and appreciation, taking the bad with the good. We suffer through the icky and revel in the WOW.
So today I'm diving into my next story, which I already love because it's kind of dark and totally delicious. I'll be gushing about it as soon as I can. And I'll have a cover to share soon, hopefully. I've seen it already and O. M. G. I adore it! The art folks at Berkley really outdid themselves. It speaks so perfectly to the book that I can't...I can't even... Yeah, you know how that goes.
Annnnnnywho, go on with your day. Enjoy the good. Every day deserves that. More importantly, YOU deserve that. Be happy. Live smart.
Love, peace and bacon <-------my new ending thanks to the wonderful Michelle Lee. Girl! That is just perfect for me!
p.s. For those who were waiting for live links to purchase All Things Pretty, part two for $0.99 (even though it is still available for free for those who want it), here are the sites that are up and running:
Amazon
Barnes & NobleiTunes: (pending) KoboAmazon UK
Rather than using negative terms like "epic fail" or "disaster" I'll just say that the day was not without it's challenges. *snort* Neither was yesterday, which I compare to the writer's life version of cleaning up after a hurricane. But I survived. Just a few cuts and scrapes. Nothing life threatening. And I learned some really valuable lessons along the way, which I'm going to share with you. You knew I would, right? That's my M.O.----> Overshare.
#1: Don't let an epic fail rob you of your desire to try again or to do nice things. For about 30+ hours, I was telling myself that I will never...NEVER, NEVER, NEVER try to do something like this again. I probably won't, actually. Not exactly like this anyway, but I WILL still do what I think is right and kind and fair. When life kicks you in the teeth, despite your good intentions, you can't stay down on the ground and roll around. As much as we'd sometimes like to, we can't wallow (or waller, as we say here in the south). It's far too easy to get comfortable in the defeated position. We have to pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and take a step forward. We just have to tread more carefully and USE the wisdom that we learned when we were face down on the ground. LOL
#2: For all the rotten apples in the world, there are a hundred beautiful, shiny, sweet ones. I'm not sure how accurate my ratio is. 1:100 is probably very low. Maybe I should say 1:10,000. That's probably closer. Regardless of the real statistics, I'm learning to appreciate the bad apples. Sounds crazy, right? But seriously, that the one bad, nasty bitter apple can make you so, so, SO much better appreciate the good ones, know what I mean? How would we know light if we didn't see darkness? How would we know the sweetness of honey if we never tasted vinegar? Sometimes it takes a trial to remind us of what's important, to make us SEE what's important. They make us grateful.
#3: Focus. Focus, focus, focus. For me, this one is super important! I can be trucking along beautifully one minute and then BAM! One little thing will throw a kink in my whole day. You know what that is? INSANE! That's what that is! I can waste a ridiculous amount of time beating myself up over a mistake or crying over something small when there is still so much good and right and positive everywhere around me. Just because All Things Pretty had every problem imaginable from release day of part one on 9-30 all the way through release part of part two on 10-14 doesn't mean that I need to dwell on it. I can't change it. I can only go forward smarter. Smarter yet still happy. I can't let this snafu sour my job or my life or my outlook. I have to focus on the POSITIVE, take the bad for what it's worth and then move on. Learn my lesson and go. So that's what I'm doing.
Today, I'm back in the saddle. Focusing on the good. I've apologized a million times for the problems that occurred with the free copy of All Things Pretty, part two. I can't go back and undo it, and letting it ruin even one more hour would be an irresponsible tragedy on my part. I have more books to write (my next three for my publisher, in fact), something that I'm sooooo looking forward to. I love my job and I won't let a bad day or two steal my thunder. Life is about balance and appreciation, taking the bad with the good. We suffer through the icky and revel in the WOW.
So today I'm diving into my next story, which I already love because it's kind of dark and totally delicious. I'll be gushing about it as soon as I can. And I'll have a cover to share soon, hopefully. I've seen it already and O. M. G. I adore it! The art folks at Berkley really outdid themselves. It speaks so perfectly to the book that I can't...I can't even... Yeah, you know how that goes.
Annnnnnywho, go on with your day. Enjoy the good. Every day deserves that. More importantly, YOU deserve that. Be happy. Live smart.
Love, peace and bacon <-------my new ending thanks to the wonderful Michelle Lee. Girl! That is just perfect for me!
p.s. For those who were waiting for live links to purchase All Things Pretty, part two for $0.99 (even though it is still available for free for those who want it), here are the sites that are up and running:
Amazon
Barnes & NobleiTunes: (pending) KoboAmazon UK
October 14, 2014
All Things Pretty. Part two
Oh. Em. Geeeeeeeee! It's finally here! I know it's only been 2 weeks since part one came out, but I've never had to cut up a book before and it has been almost excruciating to wait on the ending like this. UGH! But, I wanted to write the story the way that it needed to be written, which was longer than what I can publish, contractually, so... here we are. Finally getting the ending. A little later, but so worth it, in my opinion. Eeeeeeeeeep I hope you love it as much as I do!
When I started out on this journey with Sig and Tommi, I never expected to encounter some of the things that I did. Sig was even more amazing than I ever thought he could be. He's funny and charming and strong and delicious. But, as you'll see in this part, he's also fiercely protective. I couldn't love him one bit more.
And Tommi...I knew she was tough. I knew she was determined. But I never expected her to be so fragile. She's like a delicate glass sculpture that's been bathed in steel. Life kicked and dented her, but never managed to break her. I admire her so, so much.
I hope that y'all find as much love and happiness and satisfaction as I did in this ending. And, as always, you know I'd love to hear from you after you read it:)
So, without further ado...
If you haven't read part one, you can find it everywhere!
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes and Noble
iTunes
Kobo
Smashwords
If you HAVE read part one and you want to read the conclusion, you can sign up to receive it FREE OF CHARGE automatically through my newsletter here if you haven't already done so.
Happy reading and thank y'all so, so much for loving this story as much as I have!
When I started out on this journey with Sig and Tommi, I never expected to encounter some of the things that I did. Sig was even more amazing than I ever thought he could be. He's funny and charming and strong and delicious. But, as you'll see in this part, he's also fiercely protective. I couldn't love him one bit more.
And Tommi...I knew she was tough. I knew she was determined. But I never expected her to be so fragile. She's like a delicate glass sculpture that's been bathed in steel. Life kicked and dented her, but never managed to break her. I admire her so, so much.
I hope that y'all find as much love and happiness and satisfaction as I did in this ending. And, as always, you know I'd love to hear from you after you read it:)
So, without further ado...
If you haven't read part one, you can find it everywhere!
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes and Noble
iTunes
Kobo
Smashwords
If you HAVE read part one and you want to read the conclusion, you can sign up to receive it FREE OF CHARGE automatically through my newsletter here if you haven't already done so.
Happy reading and thank y'all so, so much for loving this story as much as I have!
October 11, 2014
Dracula and a winner
Just in case you're stopping by to check out the winner announcement from my "Therapy" post, I'll get to that first and then babble about my Dracula...errrr, I mean about Dracula next:) hehe
Let me first thank y'all for your wonderful comments! I read every single one of them and they all made me so, so happy! Happy that I shared with you and happy that many of YOU shared with ME, which was just more awesome than words. So thank you. Truly.
The winner via Random.org is Lauren Rosa. Lauren, please contact me with your mailing address at m.leighton.books@gmail.com to receive your signed paperback:)
Now, Dracula...
*sigh*
Y'all this movie... OMG it was fabulous!
It had great character development-- I loved Vlad from the beginning. Almost his whole story is tragic, but that's what makes the sweet parts sweeter. And he's sexy. Very, VERY sexy. That always helps:D hehe
It had great action-- lots of epic battles and cool special effects.
It had a fantastic story-- hard-luck underdog willing to fight to the death for those he loves, even if it means becoming a monster to save them. *swoon*
It had vampires-- enough said.
And, the best part, it had tons of romance-- undying love, loyalty, and, of course, sacrifice. *sniff sniff* There was even one part where I was blinking away a few stray tears. In a vampire movie no less! Y'all, it was little embarrassing, which was why I was blinking them away. hehe But I'm a sucker for that kind of...well, you'll know the part I mean when you get to it.
Yes, it was a "scary" action movie with a paranormal theme, but at it's heart (although most men will probably argue), it's a romance. A wonderful romance! I hope they make the sequel!
I know, I know. It's just a movie, but for me, it was also an incredible (and visual) reminder of what I adore about my job. It reminded me that if I lovingly develop my characters, that if I let you see into all their parts (good and bad, strong and weak, broken and working), that if I carefully and meticulously tell you their story, there's a great chance that you'll love them as much as I do. That you'll see them as I do, know them as I do. And, to me, that's the most amazing thing in the world. It's a large part of why I do what I do. But it's also a privilege. And I won't ever forget that it is.
So, in short, Dracula Untold is: a fabulous Dracula origin story, a wonderful romance, a tragedy that somehow ends in hope and it has a sexy leading guy. And it's a great date movie. What's not to love? If you've seen it, let me know your thoughts. If not, what the heck are you waiting for? LOL
Happy Saturday, y'all! Be safe and enjoy:)
Let me first thank y'all for your wonderful comments! I read every single one of them and they all made me so, so happy! Happy that I shared with you and happy that many of YOU shared with ME, which was just more awesome than words. So thank you. Truly.
The winner via Random.org is Lauren Rosa. Lauren, please contact me with your mailing address at m.leighton.books@gmail.com to receive your signed paperback:)
Now, Dracula...
*sigh*
Y'all this movie... OMG it was fabulous!
It had great character development-- I loved Vlad from the beginning. Almost his whole story is tragic, but that's what makes the sweet parts sweeter. And he's sexy. Very, VERY sexy. That always helps:D hehe
It had great action-- lots of epic battles and cool special effects.
It had a fantastic story-- hard-luck underdog willing to fight to the death for those he loves, even if it means becoming a monster to save them. *swoon*
It had vampires-- enough said.
And, the best part, it had tons of romance-- undying love, loyalty, and, of course, sacrifice. *sniff sniff* There was even one part where I was blinking away a few stray tears. In a vampire movie no less! Y'all, it was little embarrassing, which was why I was blinking them away. hehe But I'm a sucker for that kind of...well, you'll know the part I mean when you get to it.
Yes, it was a "scary" action movie with a paranormal theme, but at it's heart (although most men will probably argue), it's a romance. A wonderful romance! I hope they make the sequel!
I know, I know. It's just a movie, but for me, it was also an incredible (and visual) reminder of what I adore about my job. It reminded me that if I lovingly develop my characters, that if I let you see into all their parts (good and bad, strong and weak, broken and working), that if I carefully and meticulously tell you their story, there's a great chance that you'll love them as much as I do. That you'll see them as I do, know them as I do. And, to me, that's the most amazing thing in the world. It's a large part of why I do what I do. But it's also a privilege. And I won't ever forget that it is.
So, in short, Dracula Untold is: a fabulous Dracula origin story, a wonderful romance, a tragedy that somehow ends in hope and it has a sexy leading guy. And it's a great date movie. What's not to love? If you've seen it, let me know your thoughts. If not, what the heck are you waiting for? LOL
Happy Saturday, y'all! Be safe and enjoy:)
October 8, 2014
Therapy
I feel like I should preface this (and every post forEVER after this) with the warning that rambling, divulging of inconsequential information, sharing of too much personal crap and the general telling of things that I probably ought-notta shall commence in 3--2--1...
So, you notice that the title of this post is THERAPY. Because that's what I need. I once heard a therapist say that even therapists need therapy, that everyone needs a safe place to talk about their problems, air out their feelings. Is this a safe place? I hope so. It's certainly public enough. LOL For that reason alone, I'll try to keep more...sensitive stuff to a minimum. hehe I'd hate to get flagged or something. If I'm not already. *looks over shoulder*
For about the last year, I've struggled quite a bit, career-wise. Add to that some health issues involving my family and it makes for some significant stress. My knee-jerk reaction when I'm stressed or overwhelmed is to withdraw. That's just the way I am. That's probably not always the best course of action, though, so today I'm gonna use y'all (bless your hearts) as my therapists. The cool thing is, you don't really have to do anything. Just listen. Maybe make an encouraging comment here or there as you feel the need to. If you do, that's fine. If you don't, that's fine, too.
See, what I'm learning is that you can't always rely on your friends to see when you're hurting and offer you some encouragement. Sometimes NO ONE can fix what hurts, if it even CAN be fixed. But hurt doesn't last forever. Thank God. You just have to figure out how best to weather the tough times. Whether it's yoga or actual therapy or mediation or, like for me, seeking spiritual guidance, do what you have to do get through to the next day. Or the one after that. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. And it always does. Eventually. But in the meantime, look around. What I've noticed recently is that God always gives me somebody, whether my wonderful husband who lets me know I'm loved a million times every day or an email from a reader telling me that, while she doesn't interact much on social media, she follows me and loves my work. We always have what we need in our lives. We are surrounded by people who keep us humble, keep us encouraged, keep us laughing, keep us wise. It just might not be the same people all the time. But they're there, nonetheless. They pick you up, or sometimes HOLD you up, until you can stand on your own again. And then, when it's all said and done, you blog about it. Or at least that's what I'm doing. hehehe
The moral of this story is that life isn't perfect for anyone. Everybody has rough days or weeks or months or sometimes years. We all help each other through it, whether on the giving or the receiving end. We take turns. And that's what's so cool about the human race. When we aren't buried in our own misery, we're helping someone else out of theirs. And that's a good thing, because it might be THEIR hand that reaches into the quicksand for us next time. #Truth
Just an FYI, because I'm feeling so, so good today, I'm going to choose someone who comments on this post to receive a signed paperback of ALL THINGS PRETTY. I'll post the winner on Saturday:)
Have a marvelous week!
So, you notice that the title of this post is THERAPY. Because that's what I need. I once heard a therapist say that even therapists need therapy, that everyone needs a safe place to talk about their problems, air out their feelings. Is this a safe place? I hope so. It's certainly public enough. LOL For that reason alone, I'll try to keep more...sensitive stuff to a minimum. hehe I'd hate to get flagged or something. If I'm not already. *looks over shoulder*
For about the last year, I've struggled quite a bit, career-wise. Add to that some health issues involving my family and it makes for some significant stress. My knee-jerk reaction when I'm stressed or overwhelmed is to withdraw. That's just the way I am. That's probably not always the best course of action, though, so today I'm gonna use y'all (bless your hearts) as my therapists. The cool thing is, you don't really have to do anything. Just listen. Maybe make an encouraging comment here or there as you feel the need to. If you do, that's fine. If you don't, that's fine, too.
See, what I'm learning is that you can't always rely on your friends to see when you're hurting and offer you some encouragement. Sometimes NO ONE can fix what hurts, if it even CAN be fixed. But hurt doesn't last forever. Thank God. You just have to figure out how best to weather the tough times. Whether it's yoga or actual therapy or mediation or, like for me, seeking spiritual guidance, do what you have to do get through to the next day. Or the one after that. Weeping may endure for the night, but joy comes in the morning. And it always does. Eventually. But in the meantime, look around. What I've noticed recently is that God always gives me somebody, whether my wonderful husband who lets me know I'm loved a million times every day or an email from a reader telling me that, while she doesn't interact much on social media, she follows me and loves my work. We always have what we need in our lives. We are surrounded by people who keep us humble, keep us encouraged, keep us laughing, keep us wise. It just might not be the same people all the time. But they're there, nonetheless. They pick you up, or sometimes HOLD you up, until you can stand on your own again. And then, when it's all said and done, you blog about it. Or at least that's what I'm doing. hehehe
The moral of this story is that life isn't perfect for anyone. Everybody has rough days or weeks or months or sometimes years. We all help each other through it, whether on the giving or the receiving end. We take turns. And that's what's so cool about the human race. When we aren't buried in our own misery, we're helping someone else out of theirs. And that's a good thing, because it might be THEIR hand that reaches into the quicksand for us next time. #Truth
Just an FYI, because I'm feeling so, so good today, I'm going to choose someone who comments on this post to receive a signed paperback of ALL THINGS PRETTY. I'll post the winner on Saturday:)
Have a marvelous week!
October 3, 2014
All Things Pretty Scavenger Hunt, third and final day!
If you've missed the first two days, no need to worry! Each day has its own fun excerpt and prize, so feel free to join in. There's plenty of delicious Sig to go around. #Truth
Here's how and where you play:
What we have for you today is an excerpt. It's not just any excerpt, we want you to find the pretty in the excerpt. Your guess at what the pretty is, will be your entry for the giveaway!
Ex: My mile high Louboutin's were killing my feet.
Guess: shoes
Stuck In BooksNose Stuck In A BookSchmexy Girl Book BlogBook BitchesAlways YA At HeartHolly's Red Hot Reviews
Retailers: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes | Kobo | SmashwordsGoodreads
Here's how and where you play:
What we have for you today is an excerpt. It's not just any excerpt, we want you to find the pretty in the excerpt. Your guess at what the pretty is, will be your entry for the giveaway!
Ex: My mile high Louboutin's were killing my feet.
Guess: shoes
Stuck In BooksNose Stuck In A BookSchmexy Girl Book BlogBook BitchesAlways YA At HeartHolly's Red Hot Reviews
Retailers: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes | Kobo | SmashwordsGoodreads
October 2, 2014
All Things Pretty Scavenger Hunt, day 2!
More yummy Sig is happening! Don't miss it!!
Here's how you play:
What we have for you today is an excerpt. It's not just any excerpt, we want you to find the pretty in the excerpt. Your guess at what the pretty is, will be your entry for the giveaway!
Ex: My mile high Louboutin's were killing my feet.
Guess: shoes
A Bookish EscapeI Read IndieThe Autumn ReviewVilma's Book Blog
Retailers: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes | Kobo | SmashwordsGoodreads
Here's how you play:
What we have for you today is an excerpt. It's not just any excerpt, we want you to find the pretty in the excerpt. Your guess at what the pretty is, will be your entry for the giveaway!
Ex: My mile high Louboutin's were killing my feet.
Guess: shoes
A Bookish EscapeI Read IndieThe Autumn ReviewVilma's Book Blog
Retailers: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes | Kobo | SmashwordsGoodreads
October 1, 2014
The "All Things Pretty" Scavenger Hunt starts today!
To celebrate the release of Sig out into the world---WAHOOOOOOO--a scavenger hunt for goodies starts today. Eeeeeeep Below is how you play and, beyond that, a list of the blogs to check today for your clues. I love fun things! And I love pretty things, too! This whole week is right up my alley:) LOL
Okay, so here we go!
What we have for you today is an excerpt. It's not just any excerpt, we want you to find the pretty in the excerpt. Your guess at what the pretty is, will be your entry for the giveaway!
Ex: My mile high Louboutin's were killing my feet.Guess: shoes
True Story Book BlogMick Loves BooksThe Bookish BabeGlobug & Hootie Need A Book
Retailers: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes | Kobo | Smashwords
Goodreads
Okay, so here we go!
What we have for you today is an excerpt. It's not just any excerpt, we want you to find the pretty in the excerpt. Your guess at what the pretty is, will be your entry for the giveaway!
Ex: My mile high Louboutin's were killing my feet.Guess: shoes
True Story Book BlogMick Loves BooksThe Bookish BabeGlobug & Hootie Need A Book
Retailers: Amazon | Barnes and Noble | iTunes | Kobo | Smashwords
Goodreads
September 30, 2014
All Things Pretty- SIG IS LIVE! and some other things:)
Good morning, wonderful world! I have exciting news to post. All Things Pretty is LIVE! WAHOOOOOO *throws confetti*
The ONLY site that's giving me trouble is Amazon:( I'm sorry to say that as of right now, it's in limbo. I'm hoping that the issue will be resolved around 12pm EST as that is when the KDP people that I know come in to work (they are on west coast time). Please keep your fingers crossed! I'll update the links below as soon as it's live.
**Update** I spoke with KDP and they are pushing the file through, but it could still take a couple of hours. They'll be monitoring it, as will I, and I'll post more info (or hopefully just live links!!!) the second it's ready.
Amazon
Amazon UK
Barnes and Noble
iTunes
Kobo
Smashwords
Now, I also have a special announcement to make. As you begin to read ALL THINGS PRETTY, you'll notice a foreword in the very beginning. Let me explain a little more about that.
I'm so blessed to be able to work with my amazing traditional publisher, Berkley. They are a division of Penguin Random House and they were very gracious in their contracts with me in that I am allowed to self-publish indie books. Their only requirement is that the books be NO MORE THAN 65,000 words. That's not normally a problem, but sometimes a story needs more. More time, more detail, more explanation. Just more. And Sig's story is like that. I could've shortened it, rushed it to fit into one single book, but I felt that I would be cheating Sig and Tommi of their best story if I did that. So I didn't. Instead, I wrote it as it needed to be written. But that meant it was too long.
After much thought, I decided to do this. I'm publishing ALL THINGS PRETTY today with a cliffhanger. Now before you hate me, let me explain. I had to find a good place to stop this book because I'm giving you the remainder of it on October 14th for FREE . I feel it's the right thing to do, yet it keeps me out of trouble with my publisher. Here's how I'm going to do it.
My newsletter is set up with an automation capability so that when you sign up for my newsletter, it will ask you what file type you prefer and then on October 14th, it will automatically send the remainder of ALL THINGS PRETTY to your reading device. How cool is that? Problem solved. YAY!
I feel like this accomplished the right goal for all of us. I get to tell the story the way it needs to be told, y'all get all the detail that it seems like you want, and my publisher stays happy, too. Win-win. Well, win-win-win. :)
So, when you pick up your copy today, expect the cliffy but know that the rest is coming. I'm editing it now and it will be ready on time. As for those who are waiting for the paperback, I'm setting it up so that parts one and two are combined in the print edition, which isn't unusual, and there are clearly two very distinct parts to the book, neither exceeding 65k words (and both published separately digitally). *happy sigh* Those will be ready by the time part two is sent to you on October 14.
Now that you know why I did what I did, I hope you'll go into Sig's book with all the love and anticipation that I have for him and his story. I fell for him. I fell hard. I can't wait to hear what you think of him! I had some laughs, shed some tears, swooned many, many times. This is one of my own books that I'll be re-reading over and over again. I hope you do the same.
Here's a little sneak peak into the second part.
“You can’t be falling in love with me. Love is pretty, not ugly. And I’m ugly,” I tell him brokenly, the fight drained out of me, left lying on the floor with my puddle of tears.
“You’re wrong. Sometimes love is ugly. And not all things pretty are loveable. But you…you’re not just pretty. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Inside and out. You did all this for your brother. Since you were nothing more than a kid yourself, you’ve fought for him with whatever weapons you had. That makes you worthy of the best kind of love. The kind that’s unconditional. The kind that never leaves you, no matter how hard you push back. The kind that finds a way, against all odds. You deserve that. Actually, you deserve more than that. You deserve more than I can give you, better than me. But maybe one day, after all this is over, I can be worth your love.”
Happy Tuesday, y'all! Enjoy Sig!!!
The ONLY site that's giving me trouble is Amazon:( I'm sorry to say that as of right now, it's in limbo. I'm hoping that the issue will be resolved around 12pm EST as that is when the KDP people that I know come in to work (they are on west coast time). Please keep your fingers crossed! I'll update the links below as soon as it's live.
**Update** I spoke with KDP and they are pushing the file through, but it could still take a couple of hours. They'll be monitoring it, as will I, and I'll post more info (or hopefully just live links!!!) the second it's ready.
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Now, I also have a special announcement to make. As you begin to read ALL THINGS PRETTY, you'll notice a foreword in the very beginning. Let me explain a little more about that.
I'm so blessed to be able to work with my amazing traditional publisher, Berkley. They are a division of Penguin Random House and they were very gracious in their contracts with me in that I am allowed to self-publish indie books. Their only requirement is that the books be NO MORE THAN 65,000 words. That's not normally a problem, but sometimes a story needs more. More time, more detail, more explanation. Just more. And Sig's story is like that. I could've shortened it, rushed it to fit into one single book, but I felt that I would be cheating Sig and Tommi of their best story if I did that. So I didn't. Instead, I wrote it as it needed to be written. But that meant it was too long.
After much thought, I decided to do this. I'm publishing ALL THINGS PRETTY today with a cliffhanger. Now before you hate me, let me explain. I had to find a good place to stop this book because I'm giving you the remainder of it on October 14th for FREE . I feel it's the right thing to do, yet it keeps me out of trouble with my publisher. Here's how I'm going to do it.
My newsletter is set up with an automation capability so that when you sign up for my newsletter, it will ask you what file type you prefer and then on October 14th, it will automatically send the remainder of ALL THINGS PRETTY to your reading device. How cool is that? Problem solved. YAY!
I feel like this accomplished the right goal for all of us. I get to tell the story the way it needs to be told, y'all get all the detail that it seems like you want, and my publisher stays happy, too. Win-win. Well, win-win-win. :)
So, when you pick up your copy today, expect the cliffy but know that the rest is coming. I'm editing it now and it will be ready on time. As for those who are waiting for the paperback, I'm setting it up so that parts one and two are combined in the print edition, which isn't unusual, and there are clearly two very distinct parts to the book, neither exceeding 65k words (and both published separately digitally). *happy sigh* Those will be ready by the time part two is sent to you on October 14.
Now that you know why I did what I did, I hope you'll go into Sig's book with all the love and anticipation that I have for him and his story. I fell for him. I fell hard. I can't wait to hear what you think of him! I had some laughs, shed some tears, swooned many, many times. This is one of my own books that I'll be re-reading over and over again. I hope you do the same.
Here's a little sneak peak into the second part.
“You can’t be falling in love with me. Love is pretty, not ugly. And I’m ugly,” I tell him brokenly, the fight drained out of me, left lying on the floor with my puddle of tears.
“You’re wrong. Sometimes love is ugly. And not all things pretty are loveable. But you…you’re not just pretty. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Inside and out. You did all this for your brother. Since you were nothing more than a kid yourself, you’ve fought for him with whatever weapons you had. That makes you worthy of the best kind of love. The kind that’s unconditional. The kind that never leaves you, no matter how hard you push back. The kind that finds a way, against all odds. You deserve that. Actually, you deserve more than that. You deserve more than I can give you, better than me. But maybe one day, after all this is over, I can be worth your love.”
Happy Tuesday, y'all! Enjoy Sig!!!
September 25, 2014
All Things Pretty, chapter one excerpt and playlist
I swear, it feels like Tuesday will NEVER come! I can't remember the last time I was THIS excited over a book. I always knew I'd love Sig when I got a chance to tell his story. I just didn't know HOW much I'd love him:)
I wanted to share the first chapter and the playlist with you. I'm trying to pick excerpts, but it's so hard when I love something on almost every single page. LOL #WriterProblems So, without further ado...available September 30th...
CHAPTER ONE- TOMMI
The little thingy on the end of the jack slips off the lug nut and I smash my finger against the hot pavement. Again. I resist the urge to stick my throbbing middle finger into my mouth and I swallow the curse that’s swelling in my throat. Don’t cuss! Don’t cuss! I’m like a well-trained dog these days. I act just right, dress just right, talk just right. I’m all about appearances. I have to be. Lance demands it. And I need Lance, so I play ball.I wipe the back of my hand across my damp forehead and try again. Just one more nut, just one more. I sigh in relief when I put all one hundred and twenty eight pounds of my body weight on the car jack and the stubborn lug gives. I unscrew it and pull off the flat tire, rolling it over to lean up against the back fender of my car. Dusting off my hands, I check my nails to make sure none are broken –God forbid I show up for drinks with a gnarly manicure– as I walk to the trunk to remove my full-sized spare. After I manhandle it out of its little cubby beneath a false panel in the back of my car, I let it drop onto the asphalt, thinking I’ll roll it into position. And that would’ve worked just fine if my spare weren’t flat, too. “Noooo!” I cry aloud.Oh for the love of god! Are you kidding me?I start to get frantic as I glance at my watch again. At this rate, I’ll never have time to change and then make it to the hotel on time. But if I show up dressed like this, I’ll never hear the end of it. I know better than to wear things like these shorts and this tank top, but sometimes I just can’t resist feeling just a tiny bit like me. The methat I used to be. The me that I still am, under everything else.“Why didn’t you accept help when it was offered, Tommi?” I mutter, eyes closed, face turned up toward the sky. Being a blonde female stranded on the side of the road isn’t always a bad thing. Thankfully, it usually draws a lot of men who are more than willing to be the hero and save the poor damsel in distress. This time was no different, only I politely turned each of them away. I mean, most of them were creepy and I am stranded out here alone. Not the smartest thing. So now, here I am. Stuck. Hero-less, helpless, and frustrated.“It’s not too late, ya know,” an incredibly pleasant, amused voice says from behind me.Startled, I yelp and whirl around. There’s a darkly handsome man standing behind me. He’s so close and so tall that I take a step back, tripping over my flat spare tire and nearly landing myself, butt first, in my own trunk. All my classy grooming goes right out the proverbial window as I flail to regain my balance. “Holy assmunch shitface!” I squeal in surprise. Two big, strong hands reach for my bare upper arms to pull me upright and save me from a humiliating blunder. The electricity in his touch combined with his husky laugh causes chills to break out down my arms. Attraction vibrates along my nerve ends like tremors of an earthquake. “Part beautiful woman, part sailor. My kinda girl.”Oh God, I think, embarrassed. But I quickly forget why when I get a good look at my rescuer.I’m face to face with the most stunning guy I think I’ve ever seen–soft brown eyes that glisten in the dying sun like two chocolate diamonds, long black lashes that frame them like feathers, and a smile that threatens to melt me where I stand. Holy lord. And I have to look way up to see him, which is saying a lot because at five-nine, I’m a tall girl. “Pardon the expression. Y-you scared me,” I stammer, curling my fingers around muscular forearms before I can think better of it. They flex beneath my fingertips as he holds me steady. We stand touching each other for several heated seconds. I know I should back up, protest, feign outrage, do something, but I can’t. As unwise as it is, I don’t want to do anything because I don’t want him to let me go.“Don’t apologize. I love a woman who talks dirty.”“That wasn’t dirty,” I defend weakly.One sable brow arches inquisitively and I realize how bad that sounded. “So there’s more? Dirtier?”Despite the oppressive heat, I feel a blush warm my cheeks. A blush! I can’t even remember the last time I blushed. I’ve seen and done things in my life that have desensitized me to the point that I would’ve sworn nothing could embarrass me. And yet here I am, blushing for a perfect (perfectly hot) stranger.I take a shaky breath and smile, easing away from him as the danger of my situation finally dawns on me. This guy could mean to do me harm and I’m practically drooling all over his chest. His wide, hard, muscular chest.I squeeze my eyes shut. God! Stop it, stop it, stop it!“Are you okay?” Perfectly Hot Stranger asks, all playfulness gone from his voice.Avoid eye contact.When I crack my lids, I purposely look down at my dirty tank top, straightening it as I step out from between his impressive body and my open trunk. “I’m fine. I just…ummm…it’s pretty hot and, uh, I’m changing my tire. I’m just…hot. And tired. And…”I back around the corner of my car, thinking that my purse and my phone are but a few steps away should I need them.I watch as Perfectly Hot Stranger kicks my spare with the toe of his boot. “I hope this is the one you just took off.”Oh crap! How could I forget my conundrum? I’ve got two flats! I’m as deflated as my inner tubes as I watch him walk around to the other tire, noting its floppy side. “I’m Sig by the way,” he offers casually. He crosses his arms over his chest as he stands back to survey my predicament. “And it looks to me like you might need a tow.”A tow. Yes! I race to the driver’s side and lean in for my cell phone, all too aware of my cut-off denim shorts and the way they’re riding up my legs as I stretch. I hurry back out, brandishing my iPhone like a weapon. “Yes! I need a tow. I’ll call now,” I say, trying to ignore the heat of his warm eyes as they unabashedly make their way up from my legs. I start to search for a towing company, but instead, I just stare at the blank screen, knowing that my dilemma is much worse than this man assumes. If I get my car towed, I’ll need a ride into town, which means I’ll have to waste more time waiting for a cab to arrive. Then I’ll still have to stop to buy clothes so I can make it to drinks on time, which will put me even later, but at least I’ll be dressed appropriately. But either way, it’s lose-lose. I’ll be late and car-less. And Lance will be furious.Long, tanned fingers cover mine and force my hands to drop a little lower. He bends until his face is in my line of sight. “Do you need some help? Because I stopped to help you. Nothing more.”His eyes are earnest, but there’s a twinkle to them, like he knows what I’m thinking, like he knows I got suspicious. For some reason, I feel ridiculous all of a sudden. Something tells me that he’s being honest, that he’s only here to help, not to hurt me. And, as I look up into his striking face, I do the unthinkable. I agree.“I do need some help, actually.”“Yeah, I kinda figured. What can I do? Give you a ride? Wait with you while the tow truck gets here?” A short pause. A long, wicked grin. “Give you a strong, incredibly attractive shoulder to cry on?” I can’t help smiling. “And here I thought chivalrous egomaniacs were all dead.”“This one’s alive and kickin’, sweetheart,” he declares with a wink. Between that and the southern, manly way he calls me sweetheart, I fight the urge to shiver. “Now, where do you need to go?”I glance back at the shiny, black truck parked behind my car. I must’ve been in more distress than I thought not to hear that thing pull up. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind? I have somewhere to be, but I need to make a super quick stop first. Would that be okay?”“As long as it’s ‘super quick’,” he teases.“So quick it’ll make your head spin.”“My head’s already spinning,” he says with a grin that makes my stomach flip over. “But I’m in no rush. Take all the time you need.” He’s appreciative gaze and casual demeanor say that he’s more than happy to spend time with me. It makes me feel like blushing again. What the heck is this guy doing to me?I open the car door and slide behind the wheel, making sure all the windows are rolled up before I grab my purse and lock up. When I get back out, Perfectly Hot Stranger (otherwise known as Sig) has already put my spare back into the trunk and is reattaching my flat tire, I guess for towing purposes.I watch his arms and shoulders through the thin material of his shirt as he deftly maneuvers the jack. He really is just a big guy! His back is extremely wide, but it tapers in a dramatic V to a trim waist and narrow hips. As I examine the way his long, bent legs curve into his butt, I notice that his shirt has ridden up just enough that I can see smooth skin at the base of his spine. I can’t see buttcrack. But I can’t see underwear either, which makes me wonder if he wears any. God, that’s hot!I jerk my eyes away, as though he might be able to feel me looking at him and thinking such things. It wouldn’t do for me to flirt with another man. If wind of it ever got back to Lance…This time, I do shiver, but not in a pleasant way.Sig rises to his feet and turns his panty-melting grin toward me. “That oughta do it.” He brushes off his hands. “All locked up?”I nod, trying not to be affected by his charisma, but geez! It’s so hard!“In that case, your chariot awaits,” he says, sweeping his arm out in front of me. “Or in this case, a truck because it’s the only thing big enough for a guy like me.”“How tall are you?” I ask as he opens the passenger door for me.“Six-six.”“Wow! Six-six?” I repeat, impressed.“Yep. Six feet, six inches of awesome.”“And modesty.”“Yeah, that, too,” he half-grins, closing my door.I watch my rescuer make his way around the front of the truck to the driver’s side, a dreamy sigh fluttering in my chest. As much as I don’t want to be, I’m charmed. Right down to the butterflies in my stomach and the weak feeling in my knees. I’m just thankful that, after today, I won’t ever have to see Perfectly Hot Stranger again. Because I’m pretty sure that would be a disaster.
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I wanted to share the first chapter and the playlist with you. I'm trying to pick excerpts, but it's so hard when I love something on almost every single page. LOL #WriterProblems So, without further ado...available September 30th...
CHAPTER ONE- TOMMI
The little thingy on the end of the jack slips off the lug nut and I smash my finger against the hot pavement. Again. I resist the urge to stick my throbbing middle finger into my mouth and I swallow the curse that’s swelling in my throat. Don’t cuss! Don’t cuss! I’m like a well-trained dog these days. I act just right, dress just right, talk just right. I’m all about appearances. I have to be. Lance demands it. And I need Lance, so I play ball.I wipe the back of my hand across my damp forehead and try again. Just one more nut, just one more. I sigh in relief when I put all one hundred and twenty eight pounds of my body weight on the car jack and the stubborn lug gives. I unscrew it and pull off the flat tire, rolling it over to lean up against the back fender of my car. Dusting off my hands, I check my nails to make sure none are broken –God forbid I show up for drinks with a gnarly manicure– as I walk to the trunk to remove my full-sized spare. After I manhandle it out of its little cubby beneath a false panel in the back of my car, I let it drop onto the asphalt, thinking I’ll roll it into position. And that would’ve worked just fine if my spare weren’t flat, too. “Noooo!” I cry aloud.Oh for the love of god! Are you kidding me?I start to get frantic as I glance at my watch again. At this rate, I’ll never have time to change and then make it to the hotel on time. But if I show up dressed like this, I’ll never hear the end of it. I know better than to wear things like these shorts and this tank top, but sometimes I just can’t resist feeling just a tiny bit like me. The methat I used to be. The me that I still am, under everything else.“Why didn’t you accept help when it was offered, Tommi?” I mutter, eyes closed, face turned up toward the sky. Being a blonde female stranded on the side of the road isn’t always a bad thing. Thankfully, it usually draws a lot of men who are more than willing to be the hero and save the poor damsel in distress. This time was no different, only I politely turned each of them away. I mean, most of them were creepy and I am stranded out here alone. Not the smartest thing. So now, here I am. Stuck. Hero-less, helpless, and frustrated.“It’s not too late, ya know,” an incredibly pleasant, amused voice says from behind me.Startled, I yelp and whirl around. There’s a darkly handsome man standing behind me. He’s so close and so tall that I take a step back, tripping over my flat spare tire and nearly landing myself, butt first, in my own trunk. All my classy grooming goes right out the proverbial window as I flail to regain my balance. “Holy assmunch shitface!” I squeal in surprise. Two big, strong hands reach for my bare upper arms to pull me upright and save me from a humiliating blunder. The electricity in his touch combined with his husky laugh causes chills to break out down my arms. Attraction vibrates along my nerve ends like tremors of an earthquake. “Part beautiful woman, part sailor. My kinda girl.”Oh God, I think, embarrassed. But I quickly forget why when I get a good look at my rescuer.I’m face to face with the most stunning guy I think I’ve ever seen–soft brown eyes that glisten in the dying sun like two chocolate diamonds, long black lashes that frame them like feathers, and a smile that threatens to melt me where I stand. Holy lord. And I have to look way up to see him, which is saying a lot because at five-nine, I’m a tall girl. “Pardon the expression. Y-you scared me,” I stammer, curling my fingers around muscular forearms before I can think better of it. They flex beneath my fingertips as he holds me steady. We stand touching each other for several heated seconds. I know I should back up, protest, feign outrage, do something, but I can’t. As unwise as it is, I don’t want to do anything because I don’t want him to let me go.“Don’t apologize. I love a woman who talks dirty.”“That wasn’t dirty,” I defend weakly.One sable brow arches inquisitively and I realize how bad that sounded. “So there’s more? Dirtier?”Despite the oppressive heat, I feel a blush warm my cheeks. A blush! I can’t even remember the last time I blushed. I’ve seen and done things in my life that have desensitized me to the point that I would’ve sworn nothing could embarrass me. And yet here I am, blushing for a perfect (perfectly hot) stranger.I take a shaky breath and smile, easing away from him as the danger of my situation finally dawns on me. This guy could mean to do me harm and I’m practically drooling all over his chest. His wide, hard, muscular chest.I squeeze my eyes shut. God! Stop it, stop it, stop it!“Are you okay?” Perfectly Hot Stranger asks, all playfulness gone from his voice.Avoid eye contact.When I crack my lids, I purposely look down at my dirty tank top, straightening it as I step out from between his impressive body and my open trunk. “I’m fine. I just…ummm…it’s pretty hot and, uh, I’m changing my tire. I’m just…hot. And tired. And…”I back around the corner of my car, thinking that my purse and my phone are but a few steps away should I need them.I watch as Perfectly Hot Stranger kicks my spare with the toe of his boot. “I hope this is the one you just took off.”Oh crap! How could I forget my conundrum? I’ve got two flats! I’m as deflated as my inner tubes as I watch him walk around to the other tire, noting its floppy side. “I’m Sig by the way,” he offers casually. He crosses his arms over his chest as he stands back to survey my predicament. “And it looks to me like you might need a tow.”A tow. Yes! I race to the driver’s side and lean in for my cell phone, all too aware of my cut-off denim shorts and the way they’re riding up my legs as I stretch. I hurry back out, brandishing my iPhone like a weapon. “Yes! I need a tow. I’ll call now,” I say, trying to ignore the heat of his warm eyes as they unabashedly make their way up from my legs. I start to search for a towing company, but instead, I just stare at the blank screen, knowing that my dilemma is much worse than this man assumes. If I get my car towed, I’ll need a ride into town, which means I’ll have to waste more time waiting for a cab to arrive. Then I’ll still have to stop to buy clothes so I can make it to drinks on time, which will put me even later, but at least I’ll be dressed appropriately. But either way, it’s lose-lose. I’ll be late and car-less. And Lance will be furious.Long, tanned fingers cover mine and force my hands to drop a little lower. He bends until his face is in my line of sight. “Do you need some help? Because I stopped to help you. Nothing more.”His eyes are earnest, but there’s a twinkle to them, like he knows what I’m thinking, like he knows I got suspicious. For some reason, I feel ridiculous all of a sudden. Something tells me that he’s being honest, that he’s only here to help, not to hurt me. And, as I look up into his striking face, I do the unthinkable. I agree.“I do need some help, actually.”“Yeah, I kinda figured. What can I do? Give you a ride? Wait with you while the tow truck gets here?” A short pause. A long, wicked grin. “Give you a strong, incredibly attractive shoulder to cry on?” I can’t help smiling. “And here I thought chivalrous egomaniacs were all dead.”“This one’s alive and kickin’, sweetheart,” he declares with a wink. Between that and the southern, manly way he calls me sweetheart, I fight the urge to shiver. “Now, where do you need to go?”I glance back at the shiny, black truck parked behind my car. I must’ve been in more distress than I thought not to hear that thing pull up. “Are you sure you wouldn’t mind? I have somewhere to be, but I need to make a super quick stop first. Would that be okay?”“As long as it’s ‘super quick’,” he teases.“So quick it’ll make your head spin.”“My head’s already spinning,” he says with a grin that makes my stomach flip over. “But I’m in no rush. Take all the time you need.” He’s appreciative gaze and casual demeanor say that he’s more than happy to spend time with me. It makes me feel like blushing again. What the heck is this guy doing to me?I open the car door and slide behind the wheel, making sure all the windows are rolled up before I grab my purse and lock up. When I get back out, Perfectly Hot Stranger (otherwise known as Sig) has already put my spare back into the trunk and is reattaching my flat tire, I guess for towing purposes.I watch his arms and shoulders through the thin material of his shirt as he deftly maneuvers the jack. He really is just a big guy! His back is extremely wide, but it tapers in a dramatic V to a trim waist and narrow hips. As I examine the way his long, bent legs curve into his butt, I notice that his shirt has ridden up just enough that I can see smooth skin at the base of his spine. I can’t see buttcrack. But I can’t see underwear either, which makes me wonder if he wears any. God, that’s hot!I jerk my eyes away, as though he might be able to feel me looking at him and thinking such things. It wouldn’t do for me to flirt with another man. If wind of it ever got back to Lance…This time, I do shiver, but not in a pleasant way.Sig rises to his feet and turns his panty-melting grin toward me. “That oughta do it.” He brushes off his hands. “All locked up?”I nod, trying not to be affected by his charisma, but geez! It’s so hard!“In that case, your chariot awaits,” he says, sweeping his arm out in front of me. “Or in this case, a truck because it’s the only thing big enough for a guy like me.”“How tall are you?” I ask as he opens the passenger door for me.“Six-six.”“Wow! Six-six?” I repeat, impressed.“Yep. Six feet, six inches of awesome.”“And modesty.”“Yeah, that, too,” he half-grins, closing my door.I watch my rescuer make his way around the front of the truck to the driver’s side, a dreamy sigh fluttering in my chest. As much as I don’t want to be, I’m charmed. Right down to the butterflies in my stomach and the weak feeling in my knees. I’m just thankful that, after today, I won’t ever have to see Perfectly Hot Stranger again. Because I’m pretty sure that would be a disaster.
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