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October 27, 2013
Taking a break
Brain. Fried... Need. Break.
Hello DVRed episodes of The Walking Dead and Sons of Anarchy.
BTW, GR sucks... I swear I love you all and did NOT delete of my friends on here ;) GR did it, I promise!
Hello DVRed episodes of The Walking Dead and Sons of Anarchy.
BTW, GR sucks... I swear I love you all and did NOT delete of my friends on here ;) GR did it, I promise!
October 22, 2013
Stories for Amanda
Hey guys, Stories for Amanda is LIVE on Amazon!! Please head over and one-click. 100% of the proceeds for this book go to AmandaToddLegacy.org to help fight against bullying!
July 24, 2013
Nightmares from Within
I wanted to share a part of my current work in progress titled Nightmares from Within. This is the book that forced me to write it before I finished Savannah's story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I'm loving the process writing it.
***** Please note the the below is subject to change*****
I can’t breathe. The air is being squeezed from my body and I can do nothing to stop it. It feels like there are strong hands wrapped around my throat preventing me from being able to inhale properly. I open my eyes but I can’t see anything. Everything is cloaked in darkness so heavy that I can’t even make out what’s right in front of my face. I reach out and try the grab hold of the hands around my neck but there is nothing there. My body is free to move but I still can’t breathe. What’s happening to me?
It’s almost like I’m having an asthma attack. Or what I can only assume is an asthma attack, seeing as I don’t have asthma. My body breaks out in a cold sweat and I can feel my life slowly slipping away. I fall to my knees, desperately trying to force air into my lungs but it’s pointless. I can’t die here. I can’t die in this cold dark room. As I slip further and further toward unconsciousness the fear of dying is overwhelming. Tears start running down my cheeks as reach for my neck again, trying to pull off whatever is wrapped around it. But there’s nothing, just cold, clammy skin.
That’s when I hear it. I deep, gravely laugh. If there was ever a sound that could be described as pure evil it was that laugh. “Tell me you love me.”
I’ve never heard that voice before but something in me knows that I should fear it. Even though the voice is unfamiliar to me it feels like I know whoever it belongs to.
That’s not possible.
“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you go.”
I know he’s lying. I know that I’m going to die whether I say it or not. But I have at least try. I can’t just give up. Summoning everything within me I force my voice out. “I love you,” I say on a gasp; one of the last gasps in my body and I just wasted it. I can feel it.
His voice is more menacing than ever and I’ve never been so scared. I’ve lived in a constant state of fear since I was seven years old and this is the most fear I’ve ever felt. “I don’t believe you!” he yells, and I know the end is moments away.
***** Please note the the below is subject to change*****
I can’t breathe. The air is being squeezed from my body and I can do nothing to stop it. It feels like there are strong hands wrapped around my throat preventing me from being able to inhale properly. I open my eyes but I can’t see anything. Everything is cloaked in darkness so heavy that I can’t even make out what’s right in front of my face. I reach out and try the grab hold of the hands around my neck but there is nothing there. My body is free to move but I still can’t breathe. What’s happening to me?
It’s almost like I’m having an asthma attack. Or what I can only assume is an asthma attack, seeing as I don’t have asthma. My body breaks out in a cold sweat and I can feel my life slowly slipping away. I fall to my knees, desperately trying to force air into my lungs but it’s pointless. I can’t die here. I can’t die in this cold dark room. As I slip further and further toward unconsciousness the fear of dying is overwhelming. Tears start running down my cheeks as reach for my neck again, trying to pull off whatever is wrapped around it. But there’s nothing, just cold, clammy skin.
That’s when I hear it. I deep, gravely laugh. If there was ever a sound that could be described as pure evil it was that laugh. “Tell me you love me.”
I’ve never heard that voice before but something in me knows that I should fear it. Even though the voice is unfamiliar to me it feels like I know whoever it belongs to.
That’s not possible.
“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you go.”
I know he’s lying. I know that I’m going to die whether I say it or not. But I have at least try. I can’t just give up. Summoning everything within me I force my voice out. “I love you,” I say on a gasp; one of the last gasps in my body and I just wasted it. I can feel it.
His voice is more menacing than ever and I’ve never been so scared. I’ve lived in a constant state of fear since I was seven years old and this is the most fear I’ve ever felt. “I don’t believe you!” he yells, and I know the end is moments away.
July 8, 2013
Picking up the Pieces is LIVE
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July 1, 2013
Picking up the Pieces is releasing this week!
So, after finishing every teeny, tiny, little formatting requirement over the weekend I can finally say that Picking up the Pieces is 100% ready to go! I'm freaking the hell out right now!! :)
Since it's just sitting there, waiting for me to do something with it I decided that I'm going to go ahead and publish a few days early. I'll be hitting that button some time this week. Thank you all for your awesome support through all of this and I'll let you know when it's done!
Since it's just sitting there, waiting for me to do something with it I decided that I'm going to go ahead and publish a few days early. I'll be hitting that button some time this week. Thank you all for your awesome support through all of this and I'll let you know when it's done!
May 21, 2013
***TEASER ALERT***
When he answered the door wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, hanging loosely from his waist, I lost my breath and nearly swallowed my tongue.
I knew he was ripped, but what the hell!? I never imagined that amount of muscle was possible on one person. As if that weren’t enough, the guy had beads of sweat running between his perfect pecs all the way down his chiseled abs, past that sexy-as-sin V at his hips and under the waist band of those shorts I wished weren’t there. The thought of licking sweat off a person’s body always seriously grossed me out. That’s just nasty! But I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I wanted to run my tongue from his neck all the way down to his belly button, and beyond.
I am in serious fucking trouble.
I was pulled out of my daydream when I heard him chuckle. He totally busted me lusting after his rock hard body. My face instantly turned six shades of red. “Enjoying the view, Emmy?” he asked.
I dragged my gaze away from his torso and looked at his face. “Think you could put a shirt on?” was all I could manage to say.
I knew he was ripped, but what the hell!? I never imagined that amount of muscle was possible on one person. As if that weren’t enough, the guy had beads of sweat running between his perfect pecs all the way down his chiseled abs, past that sexy-as-sin V at his hips and under the waist band of those shorts I wished weren’t there. The thought of licking sweat off a person’s body always seriously grossed me out. That’s just nasty! But I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I wanted to run my tongue from his neck all the way down to his belly button, and beyond.
I am in serious fucking trouble.
I was pulled out of my daydream when I heard him chuckle. He totally busted me lusting after his rock hard body. My face instantly turned six shades of red. “Enjoying the view, Emmy?” he asked.
I dragged my gaze away from his torso and looked at his face. “Think you could put a shirt on?” was all I could manage to say.
May 14, 2013
ARCs are ready!
Hey there peeps! I'm officially ready to start sending out ARCs. If you are a blogger and are interested in receiving an ARC of Picking up the Pieces just hit me up at authorjessicaprince@gmail.com... only stipulation is that I require complete honesty even if your review leaves me crying into a glass of wine...
Ah hell, who am I kidding... I'm gonna have a glass of wine next to me whether I'm crying or not. :)
Love to all
~Jess.
Ah hell, who am I kidding... I'm gonna have a glass of wine next to me whether I'm crying or not. :)
Love to all
~Jess.
April 26, 2013
***TEASER***
***TEASER ALERT***
Savannah came breezing through the door with the first aid kit in her hand. “I figured you’d do something like that when Brett told me he’d given you booze.” She opened up the kit, removing gauze and burn cream. “Up you go.” Holding my legs by my ankles, she lifted them onto the desk and started applying the cream. “Soooo….” She dragged out. “You wanna talk about it?”
“Nope,” I replied dryly as I closed my eyes and laid by head back against the chair.
“Didn’t figure you would, so I won’t bother you.” I knew she was full of it. That was confirmed when she continued. “But I will say this. If Deputy Douche Nozzle steps foot into Virgie May’s one more time, I’m gunna bust a cap right in his ass.”
I let out a snort of laughter when I looked up at her. “Not that I don’t appreciate the Ya-Ya Sisterhood solidarity and all, but you’ve got some crazy scary anger issues brewing right now, sister.”
She let out a deep sigh and placed the cream back in the kit and closed the lid. I could tell by the expression on her face that the jokes were over. It was serious Savannah time. “Look, Emmy. I know that growing up Luke was always your best friend. But you were mine.”
Crap, here come the tears again.
“It never upset me or anything like that, I just wanted you to know. You aren’t just my best friend, you’re my sister and when you hurt, I hurt.”
There was no holding them back. Those stupid tears forced their way to the surface and started trickling down my face. “You’re my sister too, Van. You’re my family. You guys are all I’ve got.”
Savannah started crying too. “So then you understand… when Luke left you the way he did, and you went through all that bullshit those first few years… Well…it killed watching you falling deeper and deeper and not knowing how to stop it. I can’t watch you go through that again.”
I stood and pulled Savannah into a tight hug. “Oh, honey. That’s not going to happen again, I promise.”
She sniffled and we both pulled apart, wiping the tears from our eyes. “Good,” she said with a little laugh. “Cuz this time, I’ll kick your ass so hard you won’t have a choice but to snap out of it.”
This made me laugh too. “I love you so much, Vanny girl.”
“Love you too, Emmy.”
Savannah came breezing through the door with the first aid kit in her hand. “I figured you’d do something like that when Brett told me he’d given you booze.” She opened up the kit, removing gauze and burn cream. “Up you go.” Holding my legs by my ankles, she lifted them onto the desk and started applying the cream. “Soooo….” She dragged out. “You wanna talk about it?”
“Nope,” I replied dryly as I closed my eyes and laid by head back against the chair.
“Didn’t figure you would, so I won’t bother you.” I knew she was full of it. That was confirmed when she continued. “But I will say this. If Deputy Douche Nozzle steps foot into Virgie May’s one more time, I’m gunna bust a cap right in his ass.”
I let out a snort of laughter when I looked up at her. “Not that I don’t appreciate the Ya-Ya Sisterhood solidarity and all, but you’ve got some crazy scary anger issues brewing right now, sister.”
She let out a deep sigh and placed the cream back in the kit and closed the lid. I could tell by the expression on her face that the jokes were over. It was serious Savannah time. “Look, Emmy. I know that growing up Luke was always your best friend. But you were mine.”
Crap, here come the tears again.
“It never upset me or anything like that, I just wanted you to know. You aren’t just my best friend, you’re my sister and when you hurt, I hurt.”
There was no holding them back. Those stupid tears forced their way to the surface and started trickling down my face. “You’re my sister too, Van. You’re my family. You guys are all I’ve got.”
Savannah started crying too. “So then you understand… when Luke left you the way he did, and you went through all that bullshit those first few years… Well…it killed watching you falling deeper and deeper and not knowing how to stop it. I can’t watch you go through that again.”
I stood and pulled Savannah into a tight hug. “Oh, honey. That’s not going to happen again, I promise.”
She sniffled and we both pulled apart, wiping the tears from our eyes. “Good,” she said with a little laugh. “Cuz this time, I’ll kick your ass so hard you won’t have a choice but to snap out of it.”
This made me laugh too. “I love you so much, Vanny girl.”
“Love you too, Emmy.”
April 23, 2013
Release Date
So I've finally got a release date for Picking up the Pieces... July 8th it goes live and I couldn't be more excited! July can't get here soon enough!
April 19, 2013
***Got a tiny little teaser for you guys!!***
“I promise to always be here when you need me,” he stated strongly. “I promise that I’ll never disappear on you again. I can’t promise that I won’t hurt you ever again because I’m a guy and it’s in our genetic makeup to do stupid ass shit, but I will promise never to cause you the kind of pain I did in the past.”
I looked up into Luke’s beautiful emerald eyes as he continued. “When bad things happen I promise that I’m going to be the one that you lean on and I will do everything in my power to make it better. I promise that if you take me back I’ll wake up every day with the single goal of making you smile, because when you smile everything is right in my world.
I looked up into Luke’s beautiful emerald eyes as he continued. “When bad things happen I promise that I’m going to be the one that you lean on and I will do everything in my power to make it better. I promise that if you take me back I’ll wake up every day with the single goal of making you smile, because when you smile everything is right in my world.
