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March 24, 2017

2016 An Important Year!

When I was a little girl, I had terrible “growing pains” in my legs. Some nights it was so bad my Da would have to carry me to bed. I would try so hard not to cry, because I wanted to be strong, I didn’t want my father to think I was weak.


He would give me children’s aspirin, a glass of water, kiss me on the forehead and whisper, “Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall”, which translates to A ragged colt often makes a strong horse. My tiny mind didn’t understand. In his words I only heard him calling me a ragged colt, as though I was broken.


My father and I were extremely close his whole life. He was stern, but he always loved me unconditionally. He never stopped loving me when I did something he did not approve of. He accepted me for exactly who I am, never in spite of it.


My father was not an educated man. He came to the United States from Ireland in the nineteen twenties. He never attended school as a child, but still he was and still remains the wisest man I will ever know. He said many wise things to me over the years and it amazes me even now, that I’m still just finding the lessons in his words.


After three years of excruciating pain in my legs my father brought me to the doctor, where I was diagnosed with Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis. Back in 1980 when I was diagnosed it was still a brand new disease. There was no cure, actual treatments or medications that were effective, the only answer was, enjoy your life as you can now. You will likely be in a wheelchair by the time you’re eighteen.


When we left the doctor’s office with this news, I could tell my father was devastated. Here I was, his ragged colt. Broken. Unacceptable.


We stopped at our favorite hole-in-the-wall diner, Mixx’s. I had french fries (I was a vegetarian) and he had shit on a shingle.


We sat silently at the bar and I remember listening to the sound of the dishes clanking and the other patrons chatting wishing my father would say something.


We got our meals and mid way through my father turned to me and as though he could read my thoughts and said, “ Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall”


My eyes welled with tears, because I knew that I was a disappointment. I was thinking of all the things we weren’t going to be able to do together anymore. Load hay and grain, gather kindling for hours in the woods, chase after the ponies when they got loose, woodworking, climbing trees, none of it. I was going to be in a wheelchair, my life was over.


I looked into his tired blue eyes and could see the tears forming. All I could choke out was, “I’m sorry Da.”


His expression twisted with confusion, “Why are you sorry, Bug?”


I lowered my head and the tears spilled down my cheek, “Because I’m broken and I won’t be able to be your pal anymore.”


His tears spilled over, he slid off the stool and turned me around to face him. “Bella, you will always be my pal. Whether you can walk, waddle or crawl.”


He shook his head and looked at me with something I didn’t understand at the time, “This is a bump in the road. This is a blessing.”


I know I had to look at him like he was crazy. All I could think of was all the things I wouldn’t be able to do. Then I felt horrible, because I was doubting him. I didn’t believe him, how could this be a blessing? I shook my head, “How?”


He wiped his tears with his napkin and put his hands on my knees, “These knees aren’t who you are. Whether or not you can walk, doesn’t define you as a person.” He could see his words weren’t helping, He squeezed my knees again, “These knees are strong.” He put his hand on my chest, “And this spirit is stronger.”


I just stared at him because he wasn’t making any sense to me. In my ten year old mind, I was still just done. Game over.


“Bella, I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, nothing worth doing is. I’m saying I know you can beat it. I know that you are the strong horse.”


“No, Da, I’m the ragged colt.” At this point I was sobbing and choking and making that awful sound when you cry really hard.


He smiled and said, “How do you think the horse gets strong? Through an easy life? Through not having to work for it? No, the horse became strong because she could overcome.”


“You think I can be the strong horse?” I started to feel hope. If he believed in me, maybe I could do it.


He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me dead in the eye and said, “I know you are the strong horse, you just have to know it.”


I didn’t know it at the time, but that moment, that disease, that talk I had with my Da defined me.


I never stopped moving, I pushed through all the pain. When it would hurt, when I wanted to ask him to help me up the stairs or help me muck out the stalls I would remind myself that I was the strong horse.


When he would try to help, I would tell him, “No Da, I’m the strong horse.”


Thirty-six years later I’m still dancing.


This isn’t a story about my arthritis or the challenges I still face with it. This is the story of the ragged colt, becoming the strong horse. Over and over again.


For many 2016, has been a difficult year. But I challenge each and everyone of you to truly stop and consider what the past year represents. I’m not saying it hasn’t been a challenge or painful, but the results of much of what we’ve been through can be beautiful and amazing. It’s all about the choice we make.


I’m choosing to live, learn, thrive and continue to grow from the lessons of this year and whatever next year holds for me.


Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall.


I looked at what I had become, I was once again the ragged colt. I was allowing people to walk all over me. I was begging toxic people not to leave me. I was pathetic and broken. I didn’t like who I was. I had given up on writing, because it was hard and my addict husband spent all of my publishing money on his disasters. Now, I’m working 50+ hours a week to barely care for my children. I got caught up in the minutia of despair.


Then it happened.


Slowly, I had been taking my power back. Bit by bit. First by starting to make my home the place I want it to be. Not the junk pile that my soon-to-be-ex-husband wanted to live in. I started cleaning up my yard, taking back my place. Making it a home for my family.


I had already been going to the gym, and for the first time in my entire life, I was doing it. I was getting results and I was becoming physically stronger. Yes, I still have arthritis, but I don’t let it stop me. I push through.


It’s still hard, but I’m moving forward boldly.


I’ve broken away from a destructive, abusive addict. Filed for divorce, had to turn to the church to be able to feed my children, faced homelessness (still are), and the scariest of all is coming to terms with what I want, who I am and how I choose to move forward. Boldly.


This year has taught me that I will no longer keep people in my life that will withhold their love if I don’t behave how they want me to. Fuck them. I don’t need them.


I will not longer beg anyone to be my friend and participate in my life. They are making their choices, and I accept that perhaps I’m not one of them.


I’ve chosen to surround myself with people that are positive and love me for exactly who I am, not in spite of it.


I’ve made decisions to cultivate and grow the most important relationships in my life and in my heart. I’ve Been clear in how I define them. I’ve let the important people in my life know that I love them, cherish them and want them to continue to be part of my journey. Because they are important to me. I’ve given them the opportunity to make their choice whether they want to be part of my life.


I will not compromise, I will not allow people to use me or disrespect me in any way. Again, fuck them, I don’t need that.


I deserve to be cherished, I deserve to be happy and I deserve to enjoy my life and the people I choose to keep in it.


I’m still here for those that need and want me in their lives. I welcome them with open arms, every time.


I’ve chosen to move forward boldly and continue to carpe the fuck out of every diem. That’s who I was, that’s who I’m getting back to.


I’m remembering to enjoy the NOW, enjoy the middle.


December 31, 1999 is the last time I talked with my father. He was in Florida and I was in Colorado so we were on the phone. He was so bright and alive for our last conversation, which was a gift since he was so ill.


He asked me to look after the family, that I would have to be the glue that held everyone together. I tried, but I failed.


He told me he was proud of me and my beautiful children. To always remind them that Papa loves them and is with them always.


Then he told me that he knew it was okay for him to go, because I was going to be okay. That every time I forget, I have to remember that my spirit is stronger than anything life can throw at me.


I wanted to be selfish, and I was for a moment. My father was in terrible pain, but I didn’t want him to go. I pleaded with him, “But Da, you are the one that made me strong.”


He replied, “Oh, Bug, I didn’t make you strong, I just reminded you of who you are and who you are is the strong horse.”


Our conversation lasted for over an hour. It was wonderful. I wish I had a recording of it, because I go back to that conversation whenever I feel like I just can’t make it through a hard day.


He died the next morning at 4am.


We all have to look back on this year as a long series of growing pains. And believe me, it’s been painful. But what I’ve come through, what I’ve become once again is the strong horse.


And so are you.

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Published on March 24, 2017 07:31

February 9, 2017

Frayed Fairy Tales – War and Pieces



An awesome group of authors, the Ferocious 5, have been busy creating something new and amazing for your reading pleasure! The time has come to reveal all the things. Strap in and prepare yourself for something awesome.



As you can see from the banner above, the title is:

War and Pieces – Frayed Fairy Tales

It’s a serial series, and there are ten seasons, so there are several covers to see. Stay with it!

Here’s the blurb:


Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there were zombies…


That’s how it all started. Authors have created a major problem with stories like Cinder, The Dark Queen, and Asleep, and it’s wreaking havoc here in Ever After. Our queens are fighting for their lives.


Rather like Mother Nature, keeper of the fine balance that’s life in your world, tales that begin with “Once upon a time” were never meant to be messed with.


Now, Ariel is underwater with all the defenses she’s been launching, Aurora hasn’t slept in weeks, and Rapunzel is tangled in… Well, I can’t even begin to tell you.


Rather than try, I’ll let you see for yourself. You and I will talk again afterward—if I survive long enough. So, as our fateful story begins:


Once upon a time, in a land far, far away…




Book trailer!



Now, a coloring book.





Buy it here for just $7.99!


From the publication of the War and Pieces coloring book until April 14, 2017, color as many shoe pages as you like (name pages won’t count, nor will the design your own royal shoe), scan or photograph them, and post them on Instagram, Twitter, and/or Pinterest. Be sure to tag your posts with:



#Frayed5 and #F5PinToWin


Each social media instance will count as one entry.


The Ferocious Five will review all entries and pick our three favorites for each cover.


On April 22, 2017, we’ll announce the finalists and share your images with the public.


From April 24, 2017 – April 30, 2017, the public will vote via social media likes and shares and select the winner for each cover.


Winners will be contacted by social media and will have one week to respond with their mailing address. If you don’t answer, the prize will go to the second place winner, and so on. Please add SevenAuthors@yahoo.com to your approved sender list.


Winners will receive a 5.5”x8.5” print of the book cover for their winning season, signed by all the F5 authors, permanent display of their artwork on frayedfairytales.com, and an exclusive War and Pieces swag pack.


Open internationally!




 

Be sure and join the Federation of the Ferocious 5 on Facebook for access to the release day event and other goodies no one else will get!


Now it’s time to show you the covers for the Frayed Fairy Tales books. Release of Season 1: Episode 1 will be April 24, 2017. Episodes will release every two days with three episodes in each season.




 










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Published on February 09, 2017 06:53

January 9, 2017

Giveaway! – Win a Kindle Fire Tablet

Giveaway!

Enter for your chance to win a Fire Tablet, 7″ Display, Wi-Fi, 8 GB or a $10 Amazon Gift Card.


Entries are easy, simply leave an honest review for Girl on a Swing (Wounded Bird Book #1) on Amazon.com and leave the link for your review.


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Published on January 09, 2017 07:14

December 31, 2016

2016 – An Important Year

file_000-1When I was a little girl, I had terrible “growing pains” in my legs. Some nights it was so bad my Da would have to carry me to bed. I would try so hard not to cry, because I wanted to be strong, I didn’t want my father to think I was weak.


He would give me children’s aspirin, a glass of water, kiss me on the forehead and whisper, “Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall”, which translates to A ragged colt often makes a strong horse. My tiny mind didn’t understand. In his words I only heard him calling me a ragged colt, as though I was broken.


My father and I were extremely close his whole life. He was stern, but he always loved me unconditionally. He never stopped loving me when I did something he did not approve of. He accepted me for exactly who I am, never in spite of it.


My father was not an educated man. He came to the United States from Ireland in the nineteen twenties. He never attended school as a child, but still he was and still remains the wisest man I will ever know. He said many wise things to me over the years and it amazes me even now, that I’m still just finding the lessons in his words.


After three years of excruciating pain in my legs my father brought me to the doctor, where I was diagnosed with Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis. Back in 1980 when I was diagnosed it was still a brand new disease. There was no cure, actual treatments or medications that were effective, the only answer was, enjoy your life as you can now. You will likely be in a wheelchair by the time you’re eighteen.


When we left the doctor’s office with this news, I could tell my father was devastated. Here I was, his ragged colt. Broken. Unacceptable.


We stopped at our favorite hole-in-the-wall diner, Mixx’s. I had french fries (I was a vegetarian) and he had shit on a shingle.


We sat silently at the bar and I remember listening to the sound of the dishes clanking and the other patrons chatting wishing my father would say something.


We got our meals and mid way through my father turned to me and as though he could read my thoughts and said, “Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall


My eyes welled with tears, because I knew that I was a disappointment. I was thinking of all the things we weren’t going to be able to do together anymore. Load hay and grain, gather kindling for hours in the woods, chase after the ponies when they got loose, woodworking, climbing trees, none of it. I was going to be in a wheelchair, my life was over.


I looked into his tired blue eyes and could see the tears forming. All I could choke out was, “I’m sorry Da.”


His expression twisted with confusion, “Why are you sorry, Bug?”


I lowered my head and the tears spilled down my cheek, “Because I’m broken and I won’t be able to be your pal anymore.”


His tears spilled over, he slid off the stool and turned me around to face him. “Bella, you will always be my pal. Whether you can walk, waddle or crawl.”


He shook his head and looked at me with something I didn’t understand at the time, “This is a bump in the road. This is a blessing.”


I know I had to look at him like he was crazy. All I could think of was all the things I wouldn’t be able to do. Then I felt horrible, because I was doubting him. I didn’t believe him, how could this be a blessing? I shook my head, “How?”


He wiped his tears with his napkin and put his hands on my knees, “These knees aren’t who you are. Whether or not you can walk, doesn’t define you as a person.” He could see his words weren’t helping, He squeezed my knees again, “These knees are strong.” He put his hand on my chest, “And this spirit is stronger.”


I just stared at him because he wasn’t making any sense to me. In my ten year old mind, I was still just done. Game over.


“Bella, I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, nothing worth doing is. I’m saying I know you can beat it. I know that you are the strong horse.”


“No, Da, I’m the ragged colt.” At this point I was sobbing and choking and making that awful sound when you cry really hard.


He smiled and said, “How do you think the horse gets strong? Through an easy life? Through not having to work for it? No, the horse became strong because she could overcome.”


“You think I can be the strong horse?” I started to feel hope. If he believed in me, maybe I could do it.


He put his hands on my shoulders and looked me dead in the eye and said, “I know you are the strong horse, you just have to know it.”


I didn’t know it at the time, but that moment, that disease, that talk I had with my Da defined me.


I never stopped moving, I pushed through all the pain. When it would hurt, when I wanted to ask him to help me up the stairs or help me muck out the stalls I would remind myself that I was the strong horse.


When he would try to help, I would tell him, “No Da, I’m the strong horse.”


Thirty-six years later I’m still dancing.


This isn’t a story about my arthritis or the challenges I still face with it. This is the story of the ragged colt, becoming the strong horse. Over and over again.


For many 2016, has been a difficult year. But I challenge each and everyone of you to truly stop and consider what the past year represents. I’m not saying it hasn’t been a challenge or painful, but the results of much of what we’ve been through can be beautiful and amazing. It’s all about the choices we make.


I’m choosing to live, learn, thrive and continue to grow from the lessons of this year and whatever next year holds for me.


Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall.


I looked at what I had become, I was once again the ragged colt. I was allowing people to walk all over me. I was begging toxic people not to leave me. I was pathetic and broken. I didn’t like who I was. I had given up on writing, because it was hard and my addict husband spent all of my publishing money on his disasters. Now, I’m working 50+ hours a week to barely care for my children. I got caught up in the minutia of despair.


Then it happened.


Slowly, I had been taking my power back. Bit by bit. First by starting to make my home the place I want it to be. Not the junk pile that my soon-to-be-ex-husband wanted to live in. I started cleaning up my yard, taking back my place. Making it a home for my family.


I had already been going to the gym, and for the first time in my entire life, I was doing it. I was getting results and I was becoming physically stronger. Yes, I still have arthritis, but I don’t let it stop me. I push through.


It’s still hard, but I’m moving forward boldly.


I’ve broken away from a destructive, abusive addict. Filed for divorce, had to turn to the church and friends to be able to feed my children, faced homelessness (still are), and the scariest of all is coming to terms with what I want, who I am and how I choose to move forward. Boldly.


This year has taught me that I will no longer keep people in my life that will threaten to or withhold their love if I don’t behave how they want me to. Fuck them. I don’t need them.


I will not longer beg anyone to be my friend or participate in my life. They are making their choices, and I accept that perhaps I’m not one of them.


I’ve chosen to surround myself with people that are positive and love me for exactly who I am, not in spite of it.


I’ve made decisions to cultivate and grow the most important relationships in my life and in my heart. I’ve been clear in how I define them. I’ve let the important people in my life know that I love them, cherish them and want them to continue to be part of my journey. Because they are important to me. I’ve given them the opportunity to make their choice whether they want to be part of my life.


I will not compromise, I will not allow people to use me or disrespect me in any way. Again, fuck them, I don’t need that.


I deserve to be cherished, I deserve to be happy and I deserve to enjoy my life and the people I choose to keep in it.


I’m still here for those that need and want me in their lives. I welcome them with open arms, every time.


I’ve chosen to move forward boldly and continue to carpe the fuck out of every diem. That’s who I was, that’s who I’m getting back to.


I’m remembering to enjoy the NOW, enjoy the middle.


December 31, 1999 is the last time I talked with my father. He was in Florida and I was in Colorado, we were on the phone. He was so bright and alive for our last conversation, which was a gift since he was so ill.


He asked me to look after the family, that I would have to be the glue that held everyone together. I tried, but I failed.


He told me he was proud of me and my beautiful children. To always remind them that Papa loves them and is with them always.


Then he told me that he knew it was okay for him to go, because I was going to be okay. That every time I forget, I have to remember that my spirit is stronger than anything life can throw at me.


I wanted to be selfish, and I was for a moment. My father was in terrible pain, but I didn’t want him to go. I pleaded with him, “But Da, you are the one that made me strong.”


He replied, “Oh, Bug, I didn’t make you strong, I just reminded you of who you are and who you are is the strong horse.”


Our conversation lasted for over an hour. It was wonderful. I wish I had a recording of it, because I go back to that conversation whenever I feel like I just can’t make it through a hard day.


He died the next morning at 4am.


We all have to look back on this year as a long series of growing pains. And believe me, it’s been painful. But what I’ve come through, what I’ve become once again is the strong horse.


And so are you.

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Published on December 31, 2016 10:12

December 9, 2016

New Series Announcement

It has been a too damn long since I’ve had shared some awesome news. But today is the day!


I did release Luci as a fun little something to let y’all know I wasn’t dead. I hope if you picked it up you enjoyed it. But now, it’s time to get serious!


After I released Moon Crossed I was completely drained emotionally, creatively and physically. There were other things in my life that certainly added to that. I tried to dive back into the writing to get on to the next book, but couldn’t. I took a month long hiatus from writing and focused on doing some reading and taking care of my family.


When I sat back down, Moon Wake (the second book in the Crescent Hunter series) just wasn’t flowing but this other story was nagging at me. So I began to write. I wrote all three books over the summer. They just flowed from me like water! I finished the rough drafts, put them away and forgot about them.


Then, the shit finally hit the fan in my life. There was a teetering rock above my head for the last 11 years. I married an addict, I had two children with an addict and finally, it all came crashing down. It had been crashing in small bits, but it finally all caught up with us. Living like we were in a constant state of emergency.


When I wrote The Wounded Bird series, I had no idea how cathartic it would be for me. I had no idea that I was about to embark on a similar journey as Wren. Our roads are very different. Our similarities are only embodied in the beautiful way we both are flourishing after getting away from our abusive addicts.


I don’t have a Maddox, Hunter and Boone. As a matter of fact I’m certain that a man is absolutely not the answer to my life’s problems. Don’t have one, don’t want one. I can take out my own damn trash!


But I do have some very special friends that have been there for me. Made sure that when I had no food, that my children ate. That when I had no electricity my lights came on and when I had no hope they encouraged me to take one more step and keep going.


During this time I realized that this little story, that I had shoved to the side because it wasn’t what I usually write, was the perfect story to come back with. How fitting, that the story of a woman’s journey to emotional independence, breaking away from an addiction that isn’t even hers and learns to be tough when things seem insurmountable, is the story that I come back to you guys with?


I hope you do enjoy it. Wren took a different path than I did. She falls in love with a wonderful man. I fell in love with myself coming to the realization that I am perfectly imperfect. And life is still tough, but I’m tougher. I am the sole caretaker of Fox and Twila, working 50+ hours a week at one of my jobs. But I’ll never give up writing, hell I’m too stubborn to surrender. I’ve finally found a way to live with peace and joy in my life. Even when it’s hard, I’m still smiling.


I will continue to move forward boldly through life. I will move forward boldly in my writing career regardless of what it is. My children are finally able to feel joy without a dark cloud constantly hovering above them. Seeing them flourish and be happy all the time is the greatest reward of all. They are doing incredibly well and that fuels me beyond belief.


I have a lot more coming your way. So many big plans. The Wounded Bird series is completely written. I know I let you down before not finishing my series, but this one is done and will be releasing one per month until February. Then on to the INK: Series. I will be finishing the final book in the INK: Series, then to Moon Wake! It’s all coming, please be patient and thank you so much for holding on!


Without further ado here is the skinny on my new series:


The Wounded Bird series – Girl on a Swing

girlonaswing_ebookcoverSometimes the road love takes a detour…


It’s been 10 years since Wren’s parents were killed in a car accident, leaving her and her brother behind. Wren’s life has been spiraling downward ever since. She’s trapped in an abusive marriage, her career as an artist has never had a chance to flourish, and all of her hope is gone. If she doesn’t break away from all that’s dragging her down, she’s afraid she’ll never escape it.


She turns to her lifelong friend, Maddox, the only person who’s been there for her through it all. He helps her understand her own strength so she can finally begin making bold changes in her life. But falling in love with him was never part of the plan.


When their forbidden relationship jeopardizes everything Wren has worked for, will anyone be left standing by her side?


You can pre-order your signed paperback by clicking here!

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Published on December 09, 2016 16:26

November 22, 2016

New Release! Luci

civ_luci-lgI know it’s been a long time and I’ll get to what’s been going on much later, the important thing is I have a fun little story to share with you!


Meet Luci, she’s sexy, sinful and ready to take on the world! Luci is a fun novella and is a stand alone. No typical Bellaesque gore, death, destruction or heart wrenching loss. Just fun, excitement and a little bit of sexy, more than you’ve ever seen from me before.


You can find Luci on sale currently at Amazon, Nook & iBooks!


Amazon: http://amzn.to/2fqozmr

Nook: http://bit.ly/Luci-Nook

iBooks: http://bit.ly/Luci-ibooks


If you would like a signed paperback, they are available here!

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Published on November 22, 2016 15:03

September 24, 2016

Announcement: The INK: Series Temporarily Down For Remodeling

As I’m sure many of you are aware I’ve been going through a lot of AWESOME changes in my life. Just a sneak preview of things to come I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER!!!


I’ve been making a lot of very difficult decisions. One decision I’ve been struggling with has been what to do with the INK: Series. First and foremost, I will be finishing this series. You are going to know what happens to Shay, Aiden, Eli and McNab, I promise.


But I was contacted the other day from someone that won a contest two years ago. I of course still wanted to make good on the prize and sent copy of INK: Fine Lines to her.


When I sent it, I found myself apologizing for the story. I know that the INK: Series is an AWESOME story line. And when you guys see how it ends you will be floored!


But the quality is lacking, this was the first book I ever wrote. And I made the decision there and then that this was not good enough to be representative of my work.


So I will be taking down the INK: Series from Amazon on Monday. I’m going to put the whole series through an edit and another proofread and re release it.


I’m not changing the story, the plot, the characters, NOTHING fundamental to the story telling is going to change. Just the delivery and quality of the writing is going to change. So if you’ve already read it, you don’t have to buy it again, you won’t have missed anything I promise.


I know you guys will understand this decision and I hope you’ll be ready for the final installment of the series that is coming! I don’t have a time frame, I’m sorry, but I’m hoping that you’ll have it in your hands early next year.


I will have a few other releases of new material, A new series and a fun little stand alone that I hope you’ll enjoy!


Thank you so much for everything you do, for all of your support over the last three years. I want to assure you, I’m quiet – not done.

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Published on September 24, 2016 11:45

May 18, 2016

Wolf Pack Run Giveaway – Free & 99 Cent Sale

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The Wolf Pack is celebrating May with a HUGE Sale and we’re giving away
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Check out these F|R|E|E & Sale books, angels, magic, shifters, ghosts and more. Some of the very best from Urban Fantasy and PNR!


Sale ends Friday!


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Published on May 18, 2016 05:25

April 17, 2016

Announcement: Charmed In Vegas


Free Teaser Box Set & Four $25 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway

In case you haven’t heard I’ve been collaborating on a story with the fabulous Michelle Fox. Me along with eight other amazing authors are writing in Michelle’s world Charmed in Vegas. Our stories are about ready for release and we wanted to give you a little taste of what you can expect!


Amazon  ::  B&N  ::  iBooks  ::  GooglePlay  ::  Kobo


In this free box set you’ll be getting short teasers from each of our stories.


I’m super excited to be working with all of these amazing ladies and I can’t wait to hear from my readers what they think of this short story, that is like nothing I’ve ever released before! It’s quite sexy and a lot of fun!


So pick up your free copy today! It will only be available for a limited time.


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Four $25 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway!

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Enter for your chance to win one of four Amazon gift cards and check out the amazing stories in this collection that have already been released!ed!

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