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April 2, 2015
YESSSSSSS!!!!
Hello, World!
I have crazy fun, exciting - OH MY GOD NEWS! It is official :) I am now represented by Rebecca Friedman Literary Agency. By whom you ask? Let me tell you - by the AMAZING Rachel Marks!
It’s been a blast hosting this 'publish my dream-heart-and soul party' on my own BUT having someone in my corner with me now its just…WOW….
Stay tuned…awesomeness is on its way
March 29, 2015
The BIG shabang <3!!
Hey!
I just wanted to let you know that part 12, season one, is OUT!!
Which means if you have been waiting for the third volume, or the ENTIRE season on ONE ebook, then it is here, too!! All the links to EDGE are below :)
BUT wait, I have more! I hope all of you are as excited as I am to have EASTON in your hands in less than a month—if you would like to sign up to help with this release or receive an ARC I have a link for you right here: http://bit.ly/1HVTkaM
AND if you are a die-hard EDGE fan and would like to help with Season TWO releases I have a fun link for that as well: http://bit.ly/1Bchdd6
OH YEAH have you seen the new covers for Imperial & Blakeshire? I’d love to hear what you think of them! The changes were made for several reasons but mainly to simplify the reading order of my YA/ NA Web of Hearts which is:
The INSIGHT series is part of the “Web of Hearts and Souls Universe,” where several series combine into one large story. All series can be read independently or as one.
The reading order for the Insight Series:
• Insight
• Embody
• Image
• Vital
• Vindicate
• Enflame
• Imperial (Story of the Sovereigns)
• Blakeshire (Drake’s Story)
• Emanate
- Exaltation (The BellaRose Story)
Reading Order for the Complete Web of Hearts Universe:
• Insight
• Embody
• Image
• See
• Witness
• Vital
• Vindicate
• Synergy
• Enflame
• Redefined
• Rivulet
• Imperial
• Blakeshire
• Derive
• Emanate
• Exaltation*
• *If you are a fan of Adult Paranormal Edge can be read with the Web of Hearts, before or after Exaltation—the stories share the same characters.
Fun stuff huh?
Thank you SO much for reading my DAYDREAMS!
P.S: ibook readers...all my releases from now until MARCH 2016 are now on preorder J
Part 12: http://goo.gl/Zr4c6w
Volume One: http://goo.gl/MmMMBD
Volume Two: http://goo.gl/d0TBy5
Volume Three: http://goo.gl/7qre6U
Full Season (800pages): http://goo.gl/Xyl25H
Death came first...
When Reveca first crossed King she knew her heart was stolen. She'd never get over the likes of him. Not a warrior who understood the power within her and flamed it into life--a man who could read her soul with one gaze.
She was right.
He was ripped from her side, and she was imprisoned. The world around her died.
In a new life, in a new world, the pain was still as rich as the day it first tore her in two.
The dead call her the Queen of Darkness. To the living she's the Pentacle Daughter, the only female member of the Pentacle Sons MC. Both were well aware that she was a witch better left uncrossed.
The balance between the wars her and the Sons fought with both the mortals and immortals fueled the adrenaline they all craved--needed, but it never tested them...that is until King returned days after the Club was shaken to its core by a sickening betrayal.
As the past and present collide, the stakes have never been higher for Reveca, or the Sons.
Edge is a novella series in a Paranormal Biker Romance, set in the great city of New Orleans. Rich with action, mystery, romance, and mysticism.
March 24, 2015
Teaser Tuesday
Hello World!
ONLY WEEKS away from releasing this one!! I can’t tell you how excited I am for you to meet this couple. I adore how they can go from sweet to hot in a drop of a hat, and how real they came across in the words!
All the novels in the Station 32 set can be read as standalone.
If you have not read Impulsion grab it now while it’s only 99. cents! Impulsion gives you a glimpse of all the boys before Station 32 was their home…it’s all about foundation.
Okay are you ready????? Here is the Tuesday Tease
*******
Before she knew it, she was in his arms, his lips were on hers. She fell into his erotic kiss for the briefest of moments, before pulling away.
“You’re making my head spin, Ballantine.”
His lips were easing down her neck as his hands were sliding down her body. Next to her ear, in a hoarse whisper he said. “I’m living in this moment with you. I plan to devour it.”
Oh dear lord, Georgia thought as her heart picked up a notch or two.
“You’re fire, Georgia,” he said as his hands moved to unbutton her jeans. “My chest flames every time you’re close—you make me feel shit I’ve never felt before. You dare me to lose control."
Georgia knew he was in control right then, and she was prepared to fight him for her equal share. She had already pulled at his shirt, her hands were deftly removing his belt and the button on his jeans.
Before she could, he reached for her hands and pinned them behind her with one hand, as his other rushed over her body.
“See what I mean, I just meant to kiss you,” he said on heated breath, as he tried to slow them down, turn the heat back.
Impossible.
******
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Kindle:TBA
March 3, 2015
Hello, World!
Friction, Station 32 NOVEL April 27, 2015I...
Hello, World!
Friction, Station 32 NOVEL
April 27, 2015
In the echo of the house, she heard Memphis’s phone beep. The very next second, a burst of static blared across the room. “Ballantine, you clear?”
“Ten-four, ready for home,” Easton’s deep, southern tone resonated.
Georgia’s heart slammed into her chest. He’s right there… Georgia took a shuddering breath, cussing herself. She could not act like this around him this weekend—nope.
Memphis stepped back in to grab the radio, turn it down. He stopped short when he turned around—Georgia looked like she’d seen a ghost, and she was nearly panting.
“What the hell?” he asked, moving forward and wondering what flipped her switch.
Georgia shook her head, pulling herself out of the past. “It was loud.”
He drew his brow in question.
“Are…are they okay, I mean…what are they doing?”
Memphis glanced down to the radio. “Heading back to the station.”
“Good,” she said as she started to pull her things out of her bag a bit too harshly.
“Georgia…what’s going on with you?”
She glanced away. “It’s just…” She balled her fist. “It’s fucking hard being here.”
His dim gaze shifted over her. “Why?”
“Why?”
“You heard me. I have yet to hear you admit he’s gone. You’ve avoided this town and this house for three solid years. Say it. Let’s rip it all out right here, right now, Georgia.”
“Two.” The last two—she did come home for the first Christmas after he died—twenty-four hours of hell. “I know he’s gone,” she snapped.
“So what? You don’t want to be around me?”
More like who you’re attached to.
Thinking about Easton made her think about what he got her through, how he made it go away on the creek he called a river, and it made her remember they both lost a great man.
“I can hear him in this house,” she said, throwing more of her stuff out her of her bag. “I feel every regret.”
He dipped his head to meet her eyes. “That shouldn’t make you afraid.” He lifted his chin. “It should make you wake up and live.”
She glared. “Why do you think I’m not living?”
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Kindle:TBA
February 24, 2015
Teaser Tuesday #Edge
Hello, World!
“I liked you better when you were the positive one of the group.”
“You need him,” Cashton said assertively, speaking of King.
“I need no man. I haven’t in all this time.” She looked at him. “I need energy. I needed camaraderie. I needed a family, and that is what I have.”
“It’s not the same, and you know it. The energy King gives you is of your soul. You can’t find that power anywhere else. You could find a sensation that mimics it, but it’s not the same and by now you definitely know that.”
Reveca looked back to him. “I’m not dependent on anyone.”
February 22, 2015
#Writers Rant...or something like that.
Hello, World!
Something is wrong with me....
There has to be, because I just don’t care.
Let me back up a little bit and explain. I’m a daydreamer.
I always have been.
The very act, in my mind, is magic. You can go anywhere and do anything faster than the beat of your heart, before one breath can escape your lungs. You can touch, see, hear, smell, and even taste your daydreams if you allow yourself to drift deep enough.
I never put much thought into this ‘skill’ of mine. I mean, seriously, how could daydreaming take me anywhere in reality?
It took me nearly thirty years of life, but I finally figured out if I wrote a few of these dreams down, I could hold them forever.
So I did.
The words flowed and a story was born. I will not drag you through the process of each tiny step that was taken from the first dream until today. I will not tell you how or why I chose between independent or traditionally published. I will not wear my rejection letters like an armor showing my battle scars. I will not tell you of the times that I rejected partnering with others within this field. I will not tell you how many blogs I read, or the analytical data that is black and white about the benefits or downfall of my choices.
I will not tell you how many rants I have seen on the topic of what I should or should not call myself inside this field, or what choice I should have made, or should make now.
I will not.
Because it’s stupid. Because if I am telling you what I did and how I did it—if I am defending my choices then that must mean I care about a title.
I must need vanity.
I don’t.
And for those that do, I shall quote Hozier now and say “That’s a fine looking high horse you have there—whatcha’ got in the stable?” and furthermore, why do you care what is in mine?
I just want to write. I want to take this God-given gift—desire, and do something with it.
Call me a tree-hugging hippy, free love, it’s all-good soul but when it comes to this I have a duality viewpoint. We are all right. And we are all wrong.
Not everyone can write. Not everyone has the courage to sit down and let a part of their soul spill out onto the pages. To stand up and allow others to pick apart something that would not have existed at all unless the author imagined it.
Those that do—you deserve a nod. Way to go, you rock. Now no matter what, a part of you will always be here with us on this blue spinning ball. A thought that originated within you has accomplished immortality.
Are some ‘writers’ better than others? Hell yes. Do some need to grow? *raises hand* Yes. We all do, it’s part of it, and always will be.
Bottom line, it’s a craft. And it is one that should be honed daily. One than needs attention, not titles.
Every field has competitiveness, it’s what makes us grow, and it drives us. I get it. But my point is the only person you should be competing against is yourself. You should be growing your skills. Your gift.
Get offline. Like, seriously. Limit your time there each day. Get in, get out. Live your life (so you have something to inspire your writing!) and then live your craft, and with the five seconds that is left at the end of the day go and check your tweets, say something witty and cute. Do that. Make an appearance here and there, like, comment, and move on. If you are scrolling, if you are keeping score—you—just stop.
I don’t care if you’re traditional, or indie, or hybrid, or—yeah, whatever, if you’re here for a title, if you’re here to make sure your tweets are RT’d, your posts are liked or #reposted, if you care more about re-blogs and where your ranking is this hour, if you noticed that author A shared author B’s cover but not yours even though you shared theirs last Tuesday at 10:13 am, and even tagged them—if you care about any of this, you are missing the point.
Glorious muses about are whispering to you...listen to them.
Write.
Go into your writing cave and close the door and find a way to steal my breath with your emotions, with the words you lay down.
If you’re here for the right reasons you won’t care what they call you or who shared what or said what or did what, you will just be grateful you were able to steal a moment to write. You will smile for no reason when you see the next mile in the story, you will create...and create some more.
Write.
Signed,
Daydreaming Artist who just does not care what you call me.
February 21, 2015
Edge Teaser
“Coward,” Talon growled as he threw his cigarette out and stepped inside. “I fight for my life, every day. I go out and do the shit we planned. I take care of us. I live. And all this while you knew—you fucking knew that it didn’t matter how hard I fought. If I sat on my ass and drank all day or if I built this empire. You were humoring me, knowing that at any moment your family could pull the plug.” He pointed at her. “You fought that war on your own, left me out of it, and now here we are in this hell.”
Reveca stared before she spoke. She noticed how he struggled to remain cold toward her. It didn’t matter that it was a struggle, he still had the intent to hurt her, and intent is always worse than the action. It means they thought about it—they meant to, had every chance to change their mind but still did so.
