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March 16, 2013
NEW COVERS!!
So exciting, and I've only been sitting on this for a few hours but it feels like a few years! I've never been really patient. EVER.
But I'm so excited to show you the new covers to Every Which Way and Breaking the Wrong.
Cover by Mae I Design & Photography ANNNNDDD
Cover by Mae I Design & Photography I'm so in love with these covers that I could stare at them all day!! ANNNDD only three more days until Breaking the Wrong is released!
March 12, 2013
Sloan Brothers Giveaway!!
I'm so excited about the release of Breaking the Wrong that RELEASES IN EIGHT DAYS, that I wanted to do a pre-giveaway!! So what's up for grabs? An ARC of Breaking the Wrong (that are being sent out this week!) and a $50 Amazon or B&N gift card!! I'm so nervous/excited/impatient for everyone to read Emilia's story and of course to read more about those Sloan Brothers. I hope you guys are ready!!! a Rafflecopter giveaway
March 2, 2013
Breaking the Wrong Prologue
March 25th is coming up. So soon!!!! EEEP!
I think it's time to share the prologue with everyone!!!
ENJOY!
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No one ever suspects the quiet. If you sit in the corner, usually, you will be left alone. But there’s always a chance that you’ll be a target to someone. They see the quiet that you’ve built around yourself and it’s like a beacon to them. Their scope becomes set and all it takes is one hit. Boom.
I stare down at the entry with tears in my eyes. The high school journal is normally kept in a box, in my closet. When I get dressed, the box practically beckons me to grab the worn journal and read through it again. I’d like to say that everything written inside is just theatrics and nothing really happened, but it’s all true. I know every story and emotion written on these pages. With a flick of my wrist, I shut the journal and gently place it on the smooth surface of my vanity. My index finger traces the cursive E on the front of the journal in slow motion. Stalling. Somehow, the thought of leaving my room and meeting my family downstairs makes my gut churn. I don’t want to act like everything is fine in my life. My long fingers hover above the knob on the vanity. Tucked away tightly is a list I am determined to follow. Every day that passes is more time I’ll never have back. Determination boils to the surface. Wanting out. Bad. Sounds of rain rap lightly above my head. There’s something therapeutic knowing that around me the ground is being cleansed of past marks left behind from a careless creature or object. Strong winds come with the rain. Glacial air seeps through the cracks of the patio doors that lead to the balcony. New York, the weather here is always unrestrained. I’m used to it. This is my normal. For that reason alone, I hate it. I know I should make a change. So much in my life has remained the same. Where exactly has that gotten me? Nowhere. Without knocking, my younger sister walks into my room like she owns it. “Okay. I have the magazines you wanted.” Eden has strength that shows with every step. She carries features that most would try to hide. Bold nose, strong cheekbones, and pale skin. Her dark red hair is pulled back in a tight bun that should look severe, but she pulls it off. Eden loudly drops a stack of magazines. I glance up at her. “Thanks for getting them. Did Mom notice?” “Nah.” Eden grabs the computer chair across the room and scoots close to me. “She’s getting her war face painted on and that could take hours, so we’re good.” It’s almost six o'clock. In a few minutes, we are expected downstairs. Dinner at the Wentworths’ isn’t a regular affair. When you step onto the first floor, your clothes are required to be perfect, along with everything else. I learned at a young age that the name Wentworth is all about image. Upkeep will always be the top priority. You need endurance to survive in our world. The people our family rubs shoulders with believe that money can change whatever you’re unhappy with ... or your plastic surgeon can. I peer into Eden's light brown eyes, identical to mine. We share so many physical features. But the minute one of us opens our mouth, the similarities come to a screeching halt. I straighten my back and grab the first magazine in the pile. “Thanks for stealing them.” “No problem. But why did you have me go all Nancy Drew and sneak around the house for these stupid things?” Eden points at the magazines her private school sends once a month. “I plan on crossing every name off my list.” Only a few weeks ago, I created this list with Eden, and even though she may have forgotten about it, it’s still on my mind. “Seriously?” Eden makes a noise and widens her eyes. “That was just for fun.” “I’m going through with it,” I continue. “This burn list is not a maybe. It’s just a matter of when.” “So, let's say you cross off every name on the ‘Burn List’ ... what happens after that?” How will it feel to be rid of all the demons from my past? I’ve tried so hard to use those two annoying F words: forgive and forget. It never works. I can forgive, but no matter how hard I try, the memories never fade. Forgetting is the worst because there’s a trigger for every memory. I have so many around me, I’m constantly on guard. I know I’m hardened from everything, because after my family’s last annual Fall party, I sat with Eden on my bedroom floor, with a bottle of our mom’s Pinot Grigio in between the two of us, and created my Burn List. Eden giggled and smiled the entire time. I think she considered this a What If list. The next morning, our little list was on my mind. I woke up still dressed in my gown and with a hangover that made me cringe with every step. I grabbed that stained list off the floor and read through the ten names. I pictured what it would be like to see the regret and recognition on all ten faces. A sick sense of power unfurled in my belly. Something broke in me that night. It has stopped being a game and is now a reality. The Burn List is the only way I know to escape my past, my means to forget. It’s simple: I want revenge. My eyes drift away from the magazine. I drop it onto my black skirt and look up at my sister. “If I do this, I feel like I’ll be correcting everything that has happened.” Eden lowers her head and stares at her feet. “This feels weird.” “How?” She picks up the crinkled paper. I keep my hands firmly at my sides so I won’t reach out and yank it from her. “Our list,” her eyes scan down the paper, “I think it goes deeper for you.” “It does.” And, honestly, how it doesn’t for Eden is beyond me. Repeatedly, she taps her fingernails. Her face is becoming pale, and I know she’s getting uncomfortable. “How? By bringing it all back onto them?” Eden’s heart is kind and pure and true. I used to be honest and good. Now, I’m bitter. Three years ago, my kindness covered me like a pure white blanket. Soon after, my white heart started to have tiny flecks of the truth splattered against it. Tainting it. I think it all goes back to durability. How strong is someone when devastation knocks on their door and becomes a squatter in their lives? We’re all tested at one point or another. Eden picked herself up easily and comforted the rest of the family. We crumbled and she stood tall. “Is it wrong that I want justice?” I ask. “No, no, no.” Eden holds her hands out in the air. “But I’ve let it go, why can’t you?” There is no answer I can give her. I look down and run a finger against the dark polish on my nails. Doubts are starting to seep into my head, about whether I can do this—whether I have enough guts in me to cross each name off one by one. I may be bitter and hurting from the past, but I’m not vindictive by nature. The Burn List is completely out of character for me. Just writing it out felt strange, I wonder how it will feel to actually go through with it. But then I picture my sister when she needed me the most. She was innocent and didn’t know what she was getting herself into. My heart squeezes tight. “What are you thinking?” I ask Eden quietly. “I’m thinking that your mind is a scary place.” “Not true, I didn’t pull this plan out of my ass yesterday. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.” I decided a while ago that I didn’t want physical damage done. Physical wounds fade and disappear. I want emotional harm because those wounds never heal properly. I’m not telling Eden that… I look at her with sad eyes and rest my elbows on my thighs as I lean closer. My voice is soft but firm. “I’m doing this for us...” Eden releases a shaky breath and gives me a firm nod. “Do it then,” she demands quietly. “If you need this, do it.” I pat her hand and smile. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” She clears her throat and discreetly wipes away a tear. “So, Emiliana Wentworth...” Eden drags out, using my full name. “Who’s your first target?” I go through them all, but purposely leave one out. With every name comes my plan for each of them. She listens with unblinking eyes. When I finish, she picks up one of the many magazines and points at it. “Why did you have me gather all these if you have everyone’s payback plotted out?” “I still have one,” I say cryptically. “I don’t know when to hit this person, I just know it needs to be big. Look through the magazine.” “What’s the name I’m looking for?” I tell her reluctantly. The name has been ingrained into my brain for years. Eden’s face turns pale. She recognizes the name. There’s a method to my list. Each person is in order from how they hurt my family. Start from the lowest and end with the highest. We sit quietly. The only sound comes from our hands turning the pages of the magazines. They read more like gossip columns. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have cared less about what was written on the pages. But now, they hold all the information I need. Eden goes through her magazine slowly and I know she isn’t with me. She has tunnel vision and all she sees is the past. “I’m done,” Eden says sadly. She stands and tosses the magazine on the ground. “I’m going downstairs. I can’t keep looking through these things, trying to find someone that I don’t want to remember!” I pause in my search and look over at my sister. She stands with her hands on small hips and blinks back her tears. I walk over to give her the tightest hug I can manage. “I’m sorry,” I pull back and give her a weak smile. “You can go if you want to.” “Thank you.” Eden is halfway to the door when she turns around to look at me. “When you find enemy number one, don’t tell me, okay?” “I won't.” The door clicks softly behind her. I walk back to where we sat and pick up the magazine off the floor. I stare at the cover, a picture of a few students walking through the halls with bright smiles on their faces. When I went there, boys and girls were separated. They had their own private school and so did we. A year ago, they converged. My steps are slow as I walk across the room and scan the back page. Close to the bottom, in small block letters, is the name I’ve been searching for. I read through the entire article. Twice. This small article holds all the answers I need. I have a plan. I lay the magazine on my desk. With a red marker, I circle the face that destroyed my life. “I know everything you did,” I whisper at the picture. The face still smiles. I press my finger deep into the paper and my nail makes a line through the smiling face. “You’re going to regret everything.”
I think it's time to share the prologue with everyone!!!
ENJOY!
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No one ever suspects the quiet. If you sit in the corner, usually, you will be left alone. But there’s always a chance that you’ll be a target to someone. They see the quiet that you’ve built around yourself and it’s like a beacon to them. Their scope becomes set and all it takes is one hit. Boom.
I stare down at the entry with tears in my eyes. The high school journal is normally kept in a box, in my closet. When I get dressed, the box practically beckons me to grab the worn journal and read through it again. I’d like to say that everything written inside is just theatrics and nothing really happened, but it’s all true. I know every story and emotion written on these pages. With a flick of my wrist, I shut the journal and gently place it on the smooth surface of my vanity. My index finger traces the cursive E on the front of the journal in slow motion. Stalling. Somehow, the thought of leaving my room and meeting my family downstairs makes my gut churn. I don’t want to act like everything is fine in my life. My long fingers hover above the knob on the vanity. Tucked away tightly is a list I am determined to follow. Every day that passes is more time I’ll never have back. Determination boils to the surface. Wanting out. Bad. Sounds of rain rap lightly above my head. There’s something therapeutic knowing that around me the ground is being cleansed of past marks left behind from a careless creature or object. Strong winds come with the rain. Glacial air seeps through the cracks of the patio doors that lead to the balcony. New York, the weather here is always unrestrained. I’m used to it. This is my normal. For that reason alone, I hate it. I know I should make a change. So much in my life has remained the same. Where exactly has that gotten me? Nowhere. Without knocking, my younger sister walks into my room like she owns it. “Okay. I have the magazines you wanted.” Eden has strength that shows with every step. She carries features that most would try to hide. Bold nose, strong cheekbones, and pale skin. Her dark red hair is pulled back in a tight bun that should look severe, but she pulls it off. Eden loudly drops a stack of magazines. I glance up at her. “Thanks for getting them. Did Mom notice?” “Nah.” Eden grabs the computer chair across the room and scoots close to me. “She’s getting her war face painted on and that could take hours, so we’re good.” It’s almost six o'clock. In a few minutes, we are expected downstairs. Dinner at the Wentworths’ isn’t a regular affair. When you step onto the first floor, your clothes are required to be perfect, along with everything else. I learned at a young age that the name Wentworth is all about image. Upkeep will always be the top priority. You need endurance to survive in our world. The people our family rubs shoulders with believe that money can change whatever you’re unhappy with ... or your plastic surgeon can. I peer into Eden's light brown eyes, identical to mine. We share so many physical features. But the minute one of us opens our mouth, the similarities come to a screeching halt. I straighten my back and grab the first magazine in the pile. “Thanks for stealing them.” “No problem. But why did you have me go all Nancy Drew and sneak around the house for these stupid things?” Eden points at the magazines her private school sends once a month. “I plan on crossing every name off my list.” Only a few weeks ago, I created this list with Eden, and even though she may have forgotten about it, it’s still on my mind. “Seriously?” Eden makes a noise and widens her eyes. “That was just for fun.” “I’m going through with it,” I continue. “This burn list is not a maybe. It’s just a matter of when.” “So, let's say you cross off every name on the ‘Burn List’ ... what happens after that?” How will it feel to be rid of all the demons from my past? I’ve tried so hard to use those two annoying F words: forgive and forget. It never works. I can forgive, but no matter how hard I try, the memories never fade. Forgetting is the worst because there’s a trigger for every memory. I have so many around me, I’m constantly on guard. I know I’m hardened from everything, because after my family’s last annual Fall party, I sat with Eden on my bedroom floor, with a bottle of our mom’s Pinot Grigio in between the two of us, and created my Burn List. Eden giggled and smiled the entire time. I think she considered this a What If list. The next morning, our little list was on my mind. I woke up still dressed in my gown and with a hangover that made me cringe with every step. I grabbed that stained list off the floor and read through the ten names. I pictured what it would be like to see the regret and recognition on all ten faces. A sick sense of power unfurled in my belly. Something broke in me that night. It has stopped being a game and is now a reality. The Burn List is the only way I know to escape my past, my means to forget. It’s simple: I want revenge. My eyes drift away from the magazine. I drop it onto my black skirt and look up at my sister. “If I do this, I feel like I’ll be correcting everything that has happened.” Eden lowers her head and stares at her feet. “This feels weird.” “How?” She picks up the crinkled paper. I keep my hands firmly at my sides so I won’t reach out and yank it from her. “Our list,” her eyes scan down the paper, “I think it goes deeper for you.” “It does.” And, honestly, how it doesn’t for Eden is beyond me. Repeatedly, she taps her fingernails. Her face is becoming pale, and I know she’s getting uncomfortable. “How? By bringing it all back onto them?” Eden’s heart is kind and pure and true. I used to be honest and good. Now, I’m bitter. Three years ago, my kindness covered me like a pure white blanket. Soon after, my white heart started to have tiny flecks of the truth splattered against it. Tainting it. I think it all goes back to durability. How strong is someone when devastation knocks on their door and becomes a squatter in their lives? We’re all tested at one point or another. Eden picked herself up easily and comforted the rest of the family. We crumbled and she stood tall. “Is it wrong that I want justice?” I ask. “No, no, no.” Eden holds her hands out in the air. “But I’ve let it go, why can’t you?” There is no answer I can give her. I look down and run a finger against the dark polish on my nails. Doubts are starting to seep into my head, about whether I can do this—whether I have enough guts in me to cross each name off one by one. I may be bitter and hurting from the past, but I’m not vindictive by nature. The Burn List is completely out of character for me. Just writing it out felt strange, I wonder how it will feel to actually go through with it. But then I picture my sister when she needed me the most. She was innocent and didn’t know what she was getting herself into. My heart squeezes tight. “What are you thinking?” I ask Eden quietly. “I’m thinking that your mind is a scary place.” “Not true, I didn’t pull this plan out of my ass yesterday. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.” I decided a while ago that I didn’t want physical damage done. Physical wounds fade and disappear. I want emotional harm because those wounds never heal properly. I’m not telling Eden that… I look at her with sad eyes and rest my elbows on my thighs as I lean closer. My voice is soft but firm. “I’m doing this for us...” Eden releases a shaky breath and gives me a firm nod. “Do it then,” she demands quietly. “If you need this, do it.” I pat her hand and smile. “That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” She clears her throat and discreetly wipes away a tear. “So, Emiliana Wentworth...” Eden drags out, using my full name. “Who’s your first target?” I go through them all, but purposely leave one out. With every name comes my plan for each of them. She listens with unblinking eyes. When I finish, she picks up one of the many magazines and points at it. “Why did you have me gather all these if you have everyone’s payback plotted out?” “I still have one,” I say cryptically. “I don’t know when to hit this person, I just know it needs to be big. Look through the magazine.” “What’s the name I’m looking for?” I tell her reluctantly. The name has been ingrained into my brain for years. Eden’s face turns pale. She recognizes the name. There’s a method to my list. Each person is in order from how they hurt my family. Start from the lowest and end with the highest. We sit quietly. The only sound comes from our hands turning the pages of the magazines. They read more like gossip columns. A few months ago, I wouldn’t have cared less about what was written on the pages. But now, they hold all the information I need. Eden goes through her magazine slowly and I know she isn’t with me. She has tunnel vision and all she sees is the past. “I’m done,” Eden says sadly. She stands and tosses the magazine on the ground. “I’m going downstairs. I can’t keep looking through these things, trying to find someone that I don’t want to remember!” I pause in my search and look over at my sister. She stands with her hands on small hips and blinks back her tears. I walk over to give her the tightest hug I can manage. “I’m sorry,” I pull back and give her a weak smile. “You can go if you want to.” “Thank you.” Eden is halfway to the door when she turns around to look at me. “When you find enemy number one, don’t tell me, okay?” “I won't.” The door clicks softly behind her. I walk back to where we sat and pick up the magazine off the floor. I stare at the cover, a picture of a few students walking through the halls with bright smiles on their faces. When I went there, boys and girls were separated. They had their own private school and so did we. A year ago, they converged. My steps are slow as I walk across the room and scan the back page. Close to the bottom, in small block letters, is the name I’ve been searching for. I read through the entire article. Twice. This small article holds all the answers I need. I have a plan. I lay the magazine on my desk. With a red marker, I circle the face that destroyed my life. “I know everything you did,” I whisper at the picture. The face still smiles. I press my finger deep into the paper and my nail makes a line through the smiling face. “You’re going to regret everything.”
February 20, 2013
Breaking the Wrong Teaser
I've been REALLY hush, hush with Breaking the Wrong teasers.
But I'm determined to make up for it and start giving you more and more teasers! Promise! I swear!
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I’ve been light on my feet with a giant smile on my face for the past day. But my smile starts to waver because my enemy is a six foot four male that looks ready to attack. I keep a smile on my face, but it’s only to hide the fear that’s racing through my body. Macsen drops his bag onto the table with a loud thud and narrows his eyes at me. “Hello,” I say with forced cheerfulness. Macsen says nothing as I observe him. “You seem upset.” “Oh, I am.” Macsen’s palms settle on the table and he leans closer with a smirk on his face. I smell that clean scent and something twitches in my belly. His light green eyes are filled with speculation as he watches my face. “Why are you mad?” “Maybe I’m mad because I missed my appointment with Professor Woodell or maybe that I listened to you and now I won’t be able to get another appointment with Woodell for a month because to quote her: ‘If I can’t keep an appointment, then she can’t see me until I learn how to tell time.’” That last part makes me smirk. Macsen tilts his head to the side. “You think it’s funny?” I shrug my shoulders. “No.” “You’re smiling.” “Am I?” “Why did you lie?” He questions. “Didn’t think you’d believe me.” I try to say sincerely. “Okay,” he says with a shrug. “Okay?” I ask suspiciously. He walks my to my side of the table and I feel panic. “What are you doing?” His bag lands on the table and he looks down at me. “Do I always have to sit on the opposite side of you?” “Yes.” “Well, I want to change things up. Do something different today.” I don’t like it. Macsen sits down and he’s already way too close. His knee brushes against mine underneath the table, and I instantly try to scoot away.
But I'm determined to make up for it and start giving you more and more teasers! Promise! I swear!
~
I’ve been light on my feet with a giant smile on my face for the past day. But my smile starts to waver because my enemy is a six foot four male that looks ready to attack. I keep a smile on my face, but it’s only to hide the fear that’s racing through my body. Macsen drops his bag onto the table with a loud thud and narrows his eyes at me. “Hello,” I say with forced cheerfulness. Macsen says nothing as I observe him. “You seem upset.” “Oh, I am.” Macsen’s palms settle on the table and he leans closer with a smirk on his face. I smell that clean scent and something twitches in my belly. His light green eyes are filled with speculation as he watches my face. “Why are you mad?” “Maybe I’m mad because I missed my appointment with Professor Woodell or maybe that I listened to you and now I won’t be able to get another appointment with Woodell for a month because to quote her: ‘If I can’t keep an appointment, then she can’t see me until I learn how to tell time.’” That last part makes me smirk. Macsen tilts his head to the side. “You think it’s funny?” I shrug my shoulders. “No.” “You’re smiling.” “Am I?” “Why did you lie?” He questions. “Didn’t think you’d believe me.” I try to say sincerely. “Okay,” he says with a shrug. “Okay?” I ask suspiciously. He walks my to my side of the table and I feel panic. “What are you doing?” His bag lands on the table and he looks down at me. “Do I always have to sit on the opposite side of you?” “Yes.” “Well, I want to change things up. Do something different today.” I don’t like it. Macsen sits down and he’s already way too close. His knee brushes against mine underneath the table, and I instantly try to scoot away.
February 18, 2013
Breaking the Wrong is Finished!
YESSSS!
I'm having so many feelings right now because last Friday, I finished Breaking the Wrong—the book that has had my heart for the last few months.
I'm so happy I could jump around screaming. But I'm also really sad to say good-bye to all these characters. I sound crazy, but it really feels like I just dropped my whole family off at the airport and I won't see them for a long time.
Crazy, but true.
This week I'll be working on re-writes like a maniac. Next week it goes to my amazing editor and then, NEXT MONTH it's yours to read!!
And I'm so excited because I loved this story. I think every story I write has a special place in my heart but there is something about Emilia's story...
I'm having so many feelings right now because last Friday, I finished Breaking the Wrong—the book that has had my heart for the last few months.
I'm so happy I could jump around screaming. But I'm also really sad to say good-bye to all these characters. I sound crazy, but it really feels like I just dropped my whole family off at the airport and I won't see them for a long time.
Crazy, but true.
This week I'll be working on re-writes like a maniac. Next week it goes to my amazing editor and then, NEXT MONTH it's yours to read!!
And I'm so excited because I loved this story. I think every story I write has a special place in my heart but there is something about Emilia's story...
February 9, 2013
Keep Calm...
Keeping Calm is impossible for me lately, but if I keep repeating that mantra over and over it may happen, right?
Breaking the Wrong is coming to a close and I've never been more relieved and sad at the same time.
Emilia's book has stretched my mind and has constantly pushed me to go further. And at times that has made me want to drop my head and cry, or bash my head against the keyboard and simply delete the whole story and pretend it never existed.
I'm sad because these characters have gripped tight to my heart and I don't want to write this ending, I don't want to say good-bye.
But I do know one thing...
This story deserves a HEA.
I feel it.
I know it.
And if I changed it to go any other way it would be pretty disingenuous of me.
Next month I can share Emilia's story with you but until then, look at this picture and, you know... be calm. ;)
Breaking the Wrong is coming to a close and I've never been more relieved and sad at the same time.
Emilia's book has stretched my mind and has constantly pushed me to go further. And at times that has made me want to drop my head and cry, or bash my head against the keyboard and simply delete the whole story and pretend it never existed.
I'm sad because these characters have gripped tight to my heart and I don't want to write this ending, I don't want to say good-bye.
But I do know one thing...
This story deserves a HEA.
I feel it.
I know it.
And if I changed it to go any other way it would be pretty disingenuous of me.
Next month I can share Emilia's story with you but until then, look at this picture and, you know... be calm. ;)
January 23, 2013
Who wants a blurb??
FINALLY!! There is a blurb to Breaking the Wrong!!!
YAY!!!!
We're getting closer to the release date. And so, here it is. :)
I'm so excited for everyone to read Emilia's story!!!
Emilia Wentworth would do anything for her sister. For three years, Emilia has lived in the past, feeling her sister's pain and hating those who are to blame, including one of the Sloan brothers. Finally, she has had enough. The only way to be free is to create a Burn List with all the people who have ever hurt her sister. As she crosses each name off, she gets closer and closer to her final target. But, things aren't always as they seem. Loyalties are tested.Boundaries are crossed.And the truth is revealed.
January 12, 2013
Cover reveal for Breaking the Wrong!
I haven't had the chance to post the new cover to Breaking the Wrong.
Every Which Way left you feeling all 'what just happened?' and even I felt that way! I was excited and terrified to start this story because I knew it was going to push my limits.
The main character in Breaking the Wrong ?? She's mysterious, quiet, and solemn. But she's fierce. And she's desperate for revenge against one of the Sloan brothers.
Meet Emilia Wentworth.
Cover by Okaycreations.
I'm in LOVE with this cover. I stare at it while I write and it embodies Emilia perfectly!
Every Which Way left you feeling all 'what just happened?' and even I felt that way! I was excited and terrified to start this story because I knew it was going to push my limits.
The main character in Breaking the Wrong ?? She's mysterious, quiet, and solemn. But she's fierce. And she's desperate for revenge against one of the Sloan brothers.
Meet Emilia Wentworth.
Cover by Okaycreations.I'm in LOVE with this cover. I stare at it while I write and it embodies Emilia perfectly!
January 9, 2013
I see the light!
At least I think I do!
Writing Breaking the Wrong has made me want to rip my hair out, bang my head against the wall and sometimes, I have simply wanted to delete the entire thing! I had a good idea of how I wanted the book to go when I first started it, but there have been so many changes and twist and I love where it is going.
It's pushed me to go a bit further, but now I'm seeing that light at the end of the tunnel and it's looking so good! This is the best and most exciting part, moving past those bumps along the way and really getting into the story!
But we probably need to send out prayer requests to my betas as they read through BtW and I stalk them with questions. Seriously, I'm driving a few bonkers I'm sure.
Some other exciting news! Breaking the Wrong 's cover is getting a big make over! The first cover is gorgeous and stunning, but I found a photo that is EMILIA !
Who is excited with me?!?!
It's getting closer everybody, and soon Breaking the Wrong will be in your hands! I can't wait for February to arrive because I'll start posting teasers that will either make you lurve me or really, really hate me. :)
Writing Breaking the Wrong has made me want to rip my hair out, bang my head against the wall and sometimes, I have simply wanted to delete the entire thing! I had a good idea of how I wanted the book to go when I first started it, but there have been so many changes and twist and I love where it is going.
It's pushed me to go a bit further, but now I'm seeing that light at the end of the tunnel and it's looking so good! This is the best and most exciting part, moving past those bumps along the way and really getting into the story!
But we probably need to send out prayer requests to my betas as they read through BtW and I stalk them with questions. Seriously, I'm driving a few bonkers I'm sure.
Some other exciting news! Breaking the Wrong 's cover is getting a big make over! The first cover is gorgeous and stunning, but I found a photo that is EMILIA !
Who is excited with me?!?!
It's getting closer everybody, and soon Breaking the Wrong will be in your hands! I can't wait for February to arrive because I'll start posting teasers that will either make you lurve me or really, really hate me. :)
December 27, 2012
A small reason to celebrate!!!
I've been really working on
Breaking the Wrong
since last month. And I swear, this book is destroying my emotions.
I could fall back on my sarcasm with Severine's book and with Emilia's story it's a whole different route. I love the challenge it gives me, but it also terrifies me.
So, I'm excited to say I'm HALF-WAY DONE!!!!
(YES! Victory is mine!!)
I'm really hoping that within the next few weeks I can hand it over to all my beta's. Before you know it, Breaking the Wrong will be in YOUR hands!!!
I could fall back on my sarcasm with Severine's book and with Emilia's story it's a whole different route. I love the challenge it gives me, but it also terrifies me.
So, I'm excited to say I'm HALF-WAY DONE!!!!
(YES! Victory is mine!!)
I'm really hoping that within the next few weeks I can hand it over to all my beta's. Before you know it, Breaking the Wrong will be in YOUR hands!!!
