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June 12, 2013
AnguiSH is LIVE!!!Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com...
AnguiSH is LIVE!!!
Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/AnguiSH-ebook/dp/B00DCFQZ22/ref=sr_1_fkmr1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1371071925&sr=8-1-fkmr1&keywords=AnguiSH+Lila+Felix
Still waiting on Barnes and Noble. :O
Thanks to my readers for the massive support and love!
Amazon Link: http://www.amazon.com/AnguiSH-ebook/dp/B00DCFQZ22/ref=sr_1_fkmr1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1371071925&sr=8-1-fkmr1&keywords=AnguiSH+Lila+Felix
Still waiting on Barnes and Noble. :O
Thanks to my readers for the massive support and love!
June 4, 2013
AnguiSH cover reveal!
I'm beyond excited to show y'all the cover for AnguiSH!
Hope you like it!
Cover Design by ZenyaGFX
Photography by K. Keeton Designs
Goodreads Link:http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18004495-anguish
May 28, 2013
Chapter One of AnguiSH
Chapter 1Breaker James Collins
“It’s disgusting,” I parroted her; she always got nasaly when referring to all things pestiferous. The top items on her list of foul objects: Ground beef, roaches, carpet of any kind, and of late, me—well, my growlery in particular. “Don’t you sass me Breaker James. I could care less about your detest for my meddling. Get it cleaned up before I show up next week or I will hire a maid myself,” she quipped. The shudder ripped through me at the thought and she knew it. Damn her for knowing how to hit below the belt. “Fine. I’ll take care of it, Mom,” I groaned back at her. It wasn’t that bad. Yes, the dishes were piled up in the sink and something growing a fur coat on one plate in particular—I think it was spaghetti, was being the operative word. And maybe the dust could be seen flying in formation when the sun shone through the splice in the curtains. But there was no soap scum ring around the bathtub, but that was because I never took baths, that has to count for something. If I were a regular person, I would keep up with the everyday chores. I would keep up with chores like emptying the dishwasher and washing my clothes. If I were a regular person, I could actually walk out of this prison—house, it’s a house. “Test me not. Breaker. I will not be moved on this. And I get what you’re going through, I do. But no son of mine will live in filth—period.” She hung up the phone, unwilling to hear my response. I had to clean this place up. I had a week. I didn’t used to be like this. I was that guy who did the dishes after dinner because someone else had cooked. I spent Saturday mornings cleaning the house and making sure the grass was mowed. I got dressed in the morning and ran—outside. I went to visit my mom and my sisters. There were lots of things I used to be and do. During the week that followed, I did some things, none of which I would call cleaning. I wrote. I journaled. I stayed in chat rooms constantly, my only method of social interaction. I expected a knock at the door telling me I’d been catfished any day now. I studied and worked on classwork. I didn’t clean. In fact, I would say the mess had doubled in volume and stench. I did do my laundry, mostly because I was out of things to wear. And my bedroom was clean for the most part. The rest of the house—no one came over, so why would I care if it was presentable? Anyway, she wouldn’t hire a maid. She knows how I feel about—people. I really didn’t mind people one on one for short bursts of time, but eventually they wanted to go out into the world. And that was where my part ended. I never left this house, not even to go to the mailbox. It had been two years, three months and nineteen days since the party. Subtract three days spent in the hospital for monitoring and that’s the length of time since I’ve been out of these walls. I threw a t-shirt on, since Mom would be at the house any minute and tried to scroll excuses through my head, picking the most lucrative options as to why I hadn’t obeyed her request as I tore down the stairs. I plucked ‘I had a ton of schoolwork’ out of the mental pile and decided that was my story. I heard her car in the driveway; it was the only car which made an appearance in my driveway. I smirked to myself. She was soooo not hiring a maid. I had this in the bag. She walked in and I hugged her, kissed her cheek and smiled that gooshy sweet grin I knew she loved. “It smells like a garbage dump in here,” the look of determination on her face terrified me. I laughed it off, “Come on, you’re being dramatic.” She closed her eyes and exhaled, “Breaker, I have to.” She looked down and shook her head. “No, Mom. I’ll take care of it,” I could feel my innards begin their quaking and quivering at just the thought of a new person in my house. An elephant sat on my chest and the little beating mouse thumped furiously against the weight. God, what if I had a panic attack in front of them and they thought I was a freak? “No Breaker, I’ll take care of it. This,” she pointed to the kitchen behind me, “is what happens when you take care of things lately. This was not part of the deal. I’m sorry if you don’t like it. Just one more thing to talk to Angela about. Tell her your mother forces you to be hygienic.” She always did this. She thought that the psychologist came to the house and all we did was talk about how bad of a mother I had and that must be the root of my challenge. That wasn’t it at all but there was no convincing her lately. She’d convinced herself if she’d paid more attention to Holly’s antics she could’ve prevented my downfall. “What are you gonna do,” Come on logic, work your magic. “put an ad in Craigslist? What would it say? Wanna clean for a guy who is a slob and—insane?” “Don’t do that Breaker. Do not do that. But yes, that’s exactly what I intend to do. I’ll have to ask Navy about it since I’m not good at the computer stuff. She’ll know what to do. I’m also going to put some flyers up at LSU. So, I will narrow the people down to a few and then I will send them over here for interviews,” she held up her hand before my mouth could protest, “I will schedule it so you know they are coming but this is happening, honey, so just get over it.” She left me silent and stunned until the reality of what she said crashed down on me, “Shit!”
“It’s disgusting,” I parroted her; she always got nasaly when referring to all things pestiferous. The top items on her list of foul objects: Ground beef, roaches, carpet of any kind, and of late, me—well, my growlery in particular. “Don’t you sass me Breaker James. I could care less about your detest for my meddling. Get it cleaned up before I show up next week or I will hire a maid myself,” she quipped. The shudder ripped through me at the thought and she knew it. Damn her for knowing how to hit below the belt. “Fine. I’ll take care of it, Mom,” I groaned back at her. It wasn’t that bad. Yes, the dishes were piled up in the sink and something growing a fur coat on one plate in particular—I think it was spaghetti, was being the operative word. And maybe the dust could be seen flying in formation when the sun shone through the splice in the curtains. But there was no soap scum ring around the bathtub, but that was because I never took baths, that has to count for something. If I were a regular person, I would keep up with the everyday chores. I would keep up with chores like emptying the dishwasher and washing my clothes. If I were a regular person, I could actually walk out of this prison—house, it’s a house. “Test me not. Breaker. I will not be moved on this. And I get what you’re going through, I do. But no son of mine will live in filth—period.” She hung up the phone, unwilling to hear my response. I had to clean this place up. I had a week. I didn’t used to be like this. I was that guy who did the dishes after dinner because someone else had cooked. I spent Saturday mornings cleaning the house and making sure the grass was mowed. I got dressed in the morning and ran—outside. I went to visit my mom and my sisters. There were lots of things I used to be and do. During the week that followed, I did some things, none of which I would call cleaning. I wrote. I journaled. I stayed in chat rooms constantly, my only method of social interaction. I expected a knock at the door telling me I’d been catfished any day now. I studied and worked on classwork. I didn’t clean. In fact, I would say the mess had doubled in volume and stench. I did do my laundry, mostly because I was out of things to wear. And my bedroom was clean for the most part. The rest of the house—no one came over, so why would I care if it was presentable? Anyway, she wouldn’t hire a maid. She knows how I feel about—people. I really didn’t mind people one on one for short bursts of time, but eventually they wanted to go out into the world. And that was where my part ended. I never left this house, not even to go to the mailbox. It had been two years, three months and nineteen days since the party. Subtract three days spent in the hospital for monitoring and that’s the length of time since I’ve been out of these walls. I threw a t-shirt on, since Mom would be at the house any minute and tried to scroll excuses through my head, picking the most lucrative options as to why I hadn’t obeyed her request as I tore down the stairs. I plucked ‘I had a ton of schoolwork’ out of the mental pile and decided that was my story. I heard her car in the driveway; it was the only car which made an appearance in my driveway. I smirked to myself. She was soooo not hiring a maid. I had this in the bag. She walked in and I hugged her, kissed her cheek and smiled that gooshy sweet grin I knew she loved. “It smells like a garbage dump in here,” the look of determination on her face terrified me. I laughed it off, “Come on, you’re being dramatic.” She closed her eyes and exhaled, “Breaker, I have to.” She looked down and shook her head. “No, Mom. I’ll take care of it,” I could feel my innards begin their quaking and quivering at just the thought of a new person in my house. An elephant sat on my chest and the little beating mouse thumped furiously against the weight. God, what if I had a panic attack in front of them and they thought I was a freak? “No Breaker, I’ll take care of it. This,” she pointed to the kitchen behind me, “is what happens when you take care of things lately. This was not part of the deal. I’m sorry if you don’t like it. Just one more thing to talk to Angela about. Tell her your mother forces you to be hygienic.” She always did this. She thought that the psychologist came to the house and all we did was talk about how bad of a mother I had and that must be the root of my challenge. That wasn’t it at all but there was no convincing her lately. She’d convinced herself if she’d paid more attention to Holly’s antics she could’ve prevented my downfall. “What are you gonna do,” Come on logic, work your magic. “put an ad in Craigslist? What would it say? Wanna clean for a guy who is a slob and—insane?” “Don’t do that Breaker. Do not do that. But yes, that’s exactly what I intend to do. I’ll have to ask Navy about it since I’m not good at the computer stuff. She’ll know what to do. I’m also going to put some flyers up at LSU. So, I will narrow the people down to a few and then I will send them over here for interviews,” she held up her hand before my mouth could protest, “I will schedule it so you know they are coming but this is happening, honey, so just get over it.” She left me silent and stunned until the reality of what she said crashed down on me, “Shit!”
May 21, 2013
Shelly Crane's Smash Into You Cover Reveal
I've loved this cover since I first saw it!! It's one of the best covers I've seen in a long time!!
The Synopsis:
Jude has spent the whole twenty one years of his life running. From what, he wasn't quite sure. His mother tried to keep him safe; a low profile, a constant move on the horizon, a week's pay always stashed away. She tried to instill in him that he was special somehow, though would never elaborate. He never felt different. He was so completely normal and vanilla that he wondered if it had all been in her head. But then she was murdered and all he saw was a running silhouette of a man as his mother said three final words to him. Three words that changed his whole being.
Never stop running…
Now he's semi-settled into a big town. The college is huge and easy to blend into. It's been three months since he had to move because 'Biloxi', as he calls the man who killed his mother, found him once more.
Then Marley, an eighteen year old girl who is as infuriating as she is blissfully ignorant of her gorgeousness, smashes into his car with hers. Then smashes into his life as he realizes that whatever it is he has that Biloxi wants, she has it, too. And now, they're after them both.
And here's the amazing cover!!!
Isn't it beautiful!??!!
Add this to your Goodreads here:
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13628713-smash-into-you
May 20, 2013
The Big Plunge
First things first. My fans are the best around. I couldn't ask for a better bunch of people to have in my life, reading those tiny pieces of my soul that I've put out there. I can't thank you enough for being so awesome. And the Rink Rats? Yeah, enough said. They are the shiz-nit.
I'm excited to announce this. I've been sitting on it for a few days, pushing it back down when it came out for a peek. And if you have read any of my interviews, you will know that Rachel Higginson is one of my fave authors of all time. I'm also blessed enough to call her my friend. Somehow in a texting conversation, that led to one of our giggly phone conversations, we decided to write a book together.
So, that's the excitement today. And I couldn't be happier. Our tentative release date is September 1st which is significant for me since September will mark a year since I've been an author.
Just another manic Monday!
May 14, 2013
April 13, 2013
Shelly Crane's Wide Awake
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I'm so excited to be one of the first stops on this blog. Everyone who knows me knows my love for Shelly Crane is like a mosquito loves blood, like a zombie loves guts, like a junkie loves their pusher. And in some states I violate the stalker laws, so what?
I absolutely adored this book. As Amazon is saturated with more and more adult novels, I look for the fresh, sweet, awe-inspiring novels with Shelly Crane's name on them, and this one was not only a perfect example of her best work; I personally think it is one of my favorites she has ever written.
Plus, it has landed her on the New York Times' Bestsellers LIST!!!! I can't think of anyone who deserves it more!!!
Comment below and after the tour is over, I will pick 2 winners for Kindle Copies of Wide Awake!!
So, without further adieu, I present the Dream Cast!!!
Erin Heatherton as Emma Walker
Matt Bomer as Mason Wright
Amazing, right?
Find Shelly here:
Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4951964.Shelly_CraneBlog http://shellycrane.blogspot.com/Facebook Fan Page https://www.facebook.com/shellycranefanpageTwitter @AuthShellyCraneWIDE AWAKE:Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/WIDE-AWAKE-ebook/dp/B00BZYAUZU/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1364338380&sr=8-4&keywords=WIDE+AWAKEB&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wide-awake-shelly-crane/1114905118?ean=2940016246352&isbn=2940016246352Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/298525
April 11, 2013
Down N Derby is LIVE!!!
I see London, I see France, I see Maddox's underpants. Not really, but Down 'N' Derby is LIVE!!!
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CBMLQ26
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00CBMLQ26
April 6, 2013
The Final Down 'N' Derby Teaser
Here it is!! The final teaser from Down 'N' Derby.
I held my book up in front of me stupidly pretending to read while he returned to his towel and instead of drying himself off, he shook his head of the excess salt water and then plopped down, droplets of water still clinging to him. And I could tell he wasn’t purposefully trying to attract anyone, it was just who he was. I couldn’t image my response if he was actually trying. I might turn the sand beneath me to glass. Someone ungracefully landed next to me and I rolled my eyes, prepping myself for the onslaught of flirting. I wasn’t vain but I was a model for crying out loud. I wasn’t ugly. But damn, I just wasn’t that gorgeous. I couldn’t even lay on the beach without being hit on. Sometimes I thought maybe the more covering vintage bikinis would be a turn off, that they would go for the more scantily clad chicks. But no, not the case. “You’ve got that pin-up girl thing going, that’s hot.” I hated to be rude but sometimes the situation called for it. I called on my smart ass tone to help me, “And you’ve got that I’ve just plopped my ass down where it doesn’t belong thing going.” And I couldn’t see him because I was staring down Idiot Head, but I swore I heard a chuckle from Suntan’s direction. “You don’t have to be mean, Pork Chop.” At the nickname Pork Chop, I looked around seriously scanning the trees and cars for a hidden camera. This was some Punk’d shit for sure. Who in their right mind called a girl Pork Chop? “Um, I’m not a cut of pork and you need to move while you still have your nuts intact.” He laughed a little but was relentless. “That’s ok, why don’t we go some place where we can see how skilled you are and give you a better nickname. “Or, you can leave me the hell alone and find some airhead who likes your butcher talk.” He got up after that but turned around after a few steps later and gave me one last piece of his pitiful mind. “You’re cute all right, but damn, what a wench.” I was prepared to shrug him off. I was usually called the ice queen or frosty by guys and this was just one more instance where I could care less what he thought of me. But Suntan had a different plan. He stood up as the pig was passing and said something in a voice so low and deep that I couldn’t hear the words. But whatever it was Pig didn’t like it one bit. He shoved Suntan back a few steps and I could tell he let that happen. If he wanted to, he wouldn’t have moved one inch. The other guy with him now stood up behind him, jeering him on. “Kick his ass Maddox.” “Don’t touch me again and you should apologize to the lady. Where I come from we don’t call women that name—ever.” The guy laughed and got closer to him, “I’ll talk to her any way I want to. This isn’t Hickville, this is California.” Before I knew what was happening, Maddox, I now knew his name, swung the guy around, bolted him in a headlock and they were both storming towards me. I could feel my eyes grow to the size of silver dollars. What was he doing? He made the guy come to a stop in front of me and then clipped the back of his knees with his foot which made Pig kneel in front of me. “I asked nicely,” Maddox said to him through clenched teeth, “Now I’m asking not nicely, apologize to the lady before you pass out.” He mumbled a sorry and I accepted, I think. I was so shocked I could hardly speak. “Not good enough, asshole. Apologize.”
March 31, 2013
Updates and Skateboard Giveaway!!!
First things first, updates.
1. I am working furiously on Down 'N' Derby. It's almost done.
2. Regarding UtopYA: I will be bringing a limited number of books to UtopYA. That being said, I will be giving out a special swag bag including signed bookmarks to those who bring their own books to be signed. All books, even Down 'N' Derby will be available for purchase through Amazon and Createspace before UtopYA.
3. I will be giving away this skateboard plus a signed copy of Love & Skate and How It Rolls to one lucky person. I'm almost to 1000 likes on Facebook. Whoever shares my page on Facebook and Twitter the most times will win this beauty. Starting today! I will pick the winner when I get to 1000 likes.
