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December 10, 2013
OBJECTIVE
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You can now ADD Objective to your TBR!! Woot! Go forth and show love!
This is book 2 of the Bloodlines Series. Each book can be read as a stand alone. Tug of War is the first installment.
You can now ADD Objective to your TBR!! Woot! Go forth and show love!
This is book 2 of the Bloodlines Series. Each book can be read as a stand alone. Tug of War is the first installment.
September 16, 2013
Chrissy Anderson!
Have you read The Life List trilogy?! Do you LOVE Chrissy?! Be sure to check out my interview with her on the blog this week!
September 10, 2013
September 3, 2013
Excerpt from....What I'm Currently Working On!
Sleep To Dream:
There are exactly five people in this town that know me, or of me. My neighbor Bentley, the bouncer where I work-Brock, the pimply faced kid who works the late shift at the liquor store, the chick at the grocery store who always seems to be working when I go in and Penny, the manager at the club who hired me. It’s just enough to people to be safe and few enough people to draw any attention to myself. I’m not a hermit. I just don’t like people all that much anymore. I suppose if shown a picture in a line up some of the gym junkies where I box with Brock would be able to say ‘yeah, I’ve seen her’ but I doubt they’d remember my name. I like my quiet life. No distractions. It allows me to keep my eyes open and to stay alert and watch for the real danger. It’s not easy being paranoid and afraid all the time. If there were more people close to me there would be more people to be worried about. More potential casualties or more people who could say the wrong thing to the wrong person without knowing, leaving me in real danger. My life is a shell of what it once was but I don’t have a choice in the matter. Bad things do happen to good people. I know all too well. You have to move on, move forward, if you can. You have to be a survivor.
Sweat drips down my chest and back as I finish my workout on the treadmill. Brock ran me hard today in the ring but I like the pain. I prefer the exhaustion. It helps me sleep. His big black frame looms over me watching the beads of perspiration roll down my cleavage.
“Quit it.” I bark slowing to a walk.
“I know the rules, Mags, I can look but I can’t touch.” He smirks. God he’s irritating sometimes. He pulls the ripcord on the treadmill and I hop off taking the towel from him.
“I wish you wouldn't bother looking either.” I huff.
“Can it, honey, it’s good practice for you to not be an uptight snot for work, better tips.” I roll my eyes at his lame response and brush past him. It’s the most contact he’ll ever get from me. He’s built like a linebacker , broad and ripped and firm. He’s quite handsome actually, but he’s not for me.
“So you gonna come out and say it?”
“Say what?” I ask.
“You’re into me.”
“I’m not into you, I’m Mags.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“All I’m saying is, if you were lucky enough to have me, you wouldn't wanna share.” I watch Brocks eyes widen and follow me as I head to the locker room. “See you tonight B!” I call over my shoulder before pushing into the women’s locker room to shower.
~~~
The music blares and the bass vibrates the floor. Neon colored lights flash and strobe around the throng of people dancing. It’s a small club really but Thursday through Sunday night it’s packed. I work Wednesdays through Sundays and make a killing. I lift the tray loaded with mixed drinks and beer over my head as I pass through a crowded part of the floor, a few whistles and catcalls come from the frat boys close by. I ignore them. I suppose if I were a normal twenty-something I’d like the attention, but I’m not. I have no interest in a relationship with any of the male population that frequents this club. I bring the tray in front of me and pass out the drinks to their appropriate owner’s before smiling and heading back to the bar. A hand grabs my rear and squeezes. It makes my lungs squeeze the air out and my breath falters. I drop my tray and grab the wrist of the offender, twisting it painfully. “Damn! Down girl!” the idiot grits out while I glare at him.
“If I wanted your hands on me, you’d know it.” I spit out. I can’t cause a scene, one more and I'll lose my job. Ive already been warned. I need this job.
“I thought dressed like that you did want my hands on you.” the jerk seethes, pride wounded. It takes everything I have not to punch him in the face. What an ignorant ass. I dress this way, mostly because I’m supposed to for work, but also because it’s better for tips. I roll my eyes at the sad little man in front of me and stomp off to the bar without bothering to pick up my tray again. This is a far cry from where I thought I’d be by now in life. Hell, a year or two ago I’d have never even wanted to patron a place like this, it just wasn’t my scene. Now, well now, it pays the bills and mostly I’m just a number. A faceless barely dressed girl slinging drinks in a large crowd. I like being anonymous. It helps me feel less out of control, less afraid and less paranoid. The rest of the night slides by with ease and after the clubs shut down for the night I grab my bag from the backroom and make my way out.
“Mags girl, you got another fan.” Brock chuckles deeply before handing me a twenty dollar bill. Great just what I need, another stalker. I take the bill from him and roll my eyes.
“Who’s it this time?” I snort in disgust.
“No name, just said ‘for the hot black haired chick with the nose piercing.” Brock explains. I stare at his large linebacker frame for a moment before checking the bill for a phone number or name. Nothing. Huh. “I wouldn’t worry ‘bout it Hun, I keep my eye on you girls, you know that.” He smiles gently. I return his smile, although mine doesn’t reach my eyes.
“I know. Thanks Brock.” I call out over my shoulder as I make my way to the parking lot out back. I inspect the bill again and a chill runs through me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my breath falters. My paranoia overwhelms me. I look around me slowly and continue to move towards my piece of shit car. It’s a Buick land yacht older than I am with no keyless entry but lots of rust. It gets me from point A to B though and that’s all that really matters. There is no one out here. I’m safe. I pull the pistol from my purse anyways, check to make sure it’s loaded and take the safety off. A girl can never be too safe these days, right?
There are exactly five people in this town that know me, or of me. My neighbor Bentley, the bouncer where I work-Brock, the pimply faced kid who works the late shift at the liquor store, the chick at the grocery store who always seems to be working when I go in and Penny, the manager at the club who hired me. It’s just enough to people to be safe and few enough people to draw any attention to myself. I’m not a hermit. I just don’t like people all that much anymore. I suppose if shown a picture in a line up some of the gym junkies where I box with Brock would be able to say ‘yeah, I’ve seen her’ but I doubt they’d remember my name. I like my quiet life. No distractions. It allows me to keep my eyes open and to stay alert and watch for the real danger. It’s not easy being paranoid and afraid all the time. If there were more people close to me there would be more people to be worried about. More potential casualties or more people who could say the wrong thing to the wrong person without knowing, leaving me in real danger. My life is a shell of what it once was but I don’t have a choice in the matter. Bad things do happen to good people. I know all too well. You have to move on, move forward, if you can. You have to be a survivor.
Sweat drips down my chest and back as I finish my workout on the treadmill. Brock ran me hard today in the ring but I like the pain. I prefer the exhaustion. It helps me sleep. His big black frame looms over me watching the beads of perspiration roll down my cleavage.
“Quit it.” I bark slowing to a walk.
“I know the rules, Mags, I can look but I can’t touch.” He smirks. God he’s irritating sometimes. He pulls the ripcord on the treadmill and I hop off taking the towel from him.
“I wish you wouldn't bother looking either.” I huff.
“Can it, honey, it’s good practice for you to not be an uptight snot for work, better tips.” I roll my eyes at his lame response and brush past him. It’s the most contact he’ll ever get from me. He’s built like a linebacker , broad and ripped and firm. He’s quite handsome actually, but he’s not for me.
“So you gonna come out and say it?”
“Say what?” I ask.
“You’re into me.”
“I’m not into you, I’m Mags.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“All I’m saying is, if you were lucky enough to have me, you wouldn't wanna share.” I watch Brocks eyes widen and follow me as I head to the locker room. “See you tonight B!” I call over my shoulder before pushing into the women’s locker room to shower.
~~~
The music blares and the bass vibrates the floor. Neon colored lights flash and strobe around the throng of people dancing. It’s a small club really but Thursday through Sunday night it’s packed. I work Wednesdays through Sundays and make a killing. I lift the tray loaded with mixed drinks and beer over my head as I pass through a crowded part of the floor, a few whistles and catcalls come from the frat boys close by. I ignore them. I suppose if I were a normal twenty-something I’d like the attention, but I’m not. I have no interest in a relationship with any of the male population that frequents this club. I bring the tray in front of me and pass out the drinks to their appropriate owner’s before smiling and heading back to the bar. A hand grabs my rear and squeezes. It makes my lungs squeeze the air out and my breath falters. I drop my tray and grab the wrist of the offender, twisting it painfully. “Damn! Down girl!” the idiot grits out while I glare at him.
“If I wanted your hands on me, you’d know it.” I spit out. I can’t cause a scene, one more and I'll lose my job. Ive already been warned. I need this job.
“I thought dressed like that you did want my hands on you.” the jerk seethes, pride wounded. It takes everything I have not to punch him in the face. What an ignorant ass. I dress this way, mostly because I’m supposed to for work, but also because it’s better for tips. I roll my eyes at the sad little man in front of me and stomp off to the bar without bothering to pick up my tray again. This is a far cry from where I thought I’d be by now in life. Hell, a year or two ago I’d have never even wanted to patron a place like this, it just wasn’t my scene. Now, well now, it pays the bills and mostly I’m just a number. A faceless barely dressed girl slinging drinks in a large crowd. I like being anonymous. It helps me feel less out of control, less afraid and less paranoid. The rest of the night slides by with ease and after the clubs shut down for the night I grab my bag from the backroom and make my way out.
“Mags girl, you got another fan.” Brock chuckles deeply before handing me a twenty dollar bill. Great just what I need, another stalker. I take the bill from him and roll my eyes.
“Who’s it this time?” I snort in disgust.
“No name, just said ‘for the hot black haired chick with the nose piercing.” Brock explains. I stare at his large linebacker frame for a moment before checking the bill for a phone number or name. Nothing. Huh. “I wouldn’t worry ‘bout it Hun, I keep my eye on you girls, you know that.” He smiles gently. I return his smile, although mine doesn’t reach my eyes.
“I know. Thanks Brock.” I call out over my shoulder as I make my way to the parking lot out back. I inspect the bill again and a chill runs through me. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my breath falters. My paranoia overwhelms me. I look around me slowly and continue to move towards my piece of shit car. It’s a Buick land yacht older than I am with no keyless entry but lots of rust. It gets me from point A to B though and that’s all that really matters. There is no one out here. I’m safe. I pull the pistol from my purse anyways, check to make sure it’s loaded and take the safety off. A girl can never be too safe these days, right?
August 23, 2013
August 14, 2013
For You
I'm so excited to reveal the cover of Tug of War soon!
I have some really neat swag to give away too after the 50/100 giveaway happening here on Goodreads. So get clicking and add Tug of War to your TBR list!
I'm in awe of how much awesome support I've gotten over the last 8 Months since I clicked publish on Amazon. The readers I've had the pleasure of interacting with are awesome and I've met some really hilarious and wonderful bloggers, not to mention 2 fabulous BETA readers and a few lovely, inspiring authors!
I'm writing my little brains out on something new that I hope you'll all enjoy, and I have plans for a follow up book to Tug of War... busy busy little bee over here in Maine!
I'm happy announce that all the books will be re-released soon- with all new covers to ALL major book retailers in digital and paperback! And- I'm going to work on a better website! WOOT!
This is such an exciting time for me and I'm super grateful to you all for making it happen by reading my words!
Thx for all the love peeps!
I have some really neat swag to give away too after the 50/100 giveaway happening here on Goodreads. So get clicking and add Tug of War to your TBR list!
I'm in awe of how much awesome support I've gotten over the last 8 Months since I clicked publish on Amazon. The readers I've had the pleasure of interacting with are awesome and I've met some really hilarious and wonderful bloggers, not to mention 2 fabulous BETA readers and a few lovely, inspiring authors!
I'm writing my little brains out on something new that I hope you'll all enjoy, and I have plans for a follow up book to Tug of War... busy busy little bee over here in Maine!
I'm happy announce that all the books will be re-released soon- with all new covers to ALL major book retailers in digital and paperback! And- I'm going to work on a better website! WOOT!
This is such an exciting time for me and I'm super grateful to you all for making it happen by reading my words!
Thx for all the love peeps!
August 13, 2013
Amazing!
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Check out the book trailer for 30 Days someone emailed me! I adore it! <3
Because I love readers soooo much....I'm giving away a free copy of Tug of War to the 50th person and the 100th person who adds the book to their TBR list! http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17... …
Check out the book trailer for 30 Days someone emailed me! I adore it! <3
Because I love readers soooo much....I'm giving away a free copy of Tug of War to the 50th person and the 100th person who adds the book to their TBR list! http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17... …
New Covers!
Wow! That's all I can say about the new cover art that's happening right now.
I cant wait to share the new look with you all!
Keep those eyes peeled for the Cover release of Tug of War! We're almost there readers!
I feel like we should have a re release party when the time comes!
I cant wait to share the new look with you all!
Keep those eyes peeled for the Cover release of Tug of War! We're almost there readers!
I feel like we should have a re release party when the time comes!
July 28, 2013
New!!
Working on something new:
When you kill your soul mate you don’t ever really recover from it. Two years of trying to forget or rather move past it has taught me that you cant. Its an impossibility to recover from that kind of horrific form of betrayal. If you you’re too selfish or scared for suicide, like me, you learn to wake up every morning and follow routine. One foot in front of the other day after day. Hollow. Lifeless. Haunted. The down side is the my soul mate belonged to a terrifying drug running family that will hunt me down and kill me in order to avenge his death. So even though my own guilt swallows me hole daily- I also live in a perpetual state of fear and paranoia. Always watching and waiting for the day when the Ash’s find me and take my life from me the way I took his from him.
When you kill your soul mate you don’t ever really recover from it. Two years of trying to forget or rather move past it has taught me that you cant. Its an impossibility to recover from that kind of horrific form of betrayal. If you you’re too selfish or scared for suicide, like me, you learn to wake up every morning and follow routine. One foot in front of the other day after day. Hollow. Lifeless. Haunted. The down side is the my soul mate belonged to a terrifying drug running family that will hunt me down and kill me in order to avenge his death. So even though my own guilt swallows me hole daily- I also live in a perpetual state of fear and paranoia. Always watching and waiting for the day when the Ash’s find me and take my life from me the way I took his from him.
July 26, 2013
Rants and Raves
So I just finished "Uncharted"- Excellent book. Loved it. Went to rate it on Amazon as I do all books that I read and now it wont let you rate a book without writing a review. As an author I like to leave reviews and get them too... but I need time to write them. Sometimes I just want to rate the book because it deserves that little extra bump and I can do that quickly! What's with this new system anyways?
Another rant... totally different... but I want feed back y'all.... what is your biggest pet peeve about men? I want detail...don't care if its generic or stereotypical or not... just rant away my lovelies... but humor me and follow it up with your absolute favorite thing about men as well...
Let's see how ridiculous this conversation can get...
Another rant... totally different... but I want feed back y'all.... what is your biggest pet peeve about men? I want detail...don't care if its generic or stereotypical or not... just rant away my lovelies... but humor me and follow it up with your absolute favorite thing about men as well...
Let's see how ridiculous this conversation can get...
