Jewel E. Ann's Blog, page 7
May 30, 2020
Neighbors who strip ...
How do you feel about naked bodies?
I’m totally cool with them. All shapes and sizes. I was not the breastfeeding mom who hid my boobs. Nope. If the babe needed to eat, you were going to see some breast and possibly a nipple flash. Deal with it.
I’m pretty sure Gracelyn Glock would feel the same way …
“I figure it’s like seeing someone in a bikini—you know, bra and panties. You’re seeing the same amount of skin. It shouldn’t be a huge deal, right?”
Nothing. I’ve got nothing. I continue to work the slow nod. She’s right. Same amount of skin, but there’s a psychological element of knowing it’s not a bikini. It’s her bra and panties. Maybe it’s a guy thing, but silk and cotton lace have a different effect than polyester and spandex. I know it’s stupid, but I don’t make the rules. I’m just genetically wired to follow them.
Why yes … yes I have.
Fortuity is LIVE and out in the wild. It’s the perfect summer romance novel—set on a beach in San Diego. I had great hopes for this book, but a worldwide pandemic, a crashing economy, and adapting to a new way of life completely diffused my angst flame. I didn’t want to kill characters (an unusual feeling for me) or create an insane plot twist. Angst felt like one more burden in my life.
I wanted to smile.
I wanted to laugh.
I wanted to go back to the basic emotions that made me fall in love with romance novels.
So … I did. And you know what happened next? I couldn’t stop writing these characters. I had an 80-85k word goal, but when I got there, I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t say goodbye. And it wasn’t because the story wouldn’t fit into that word count. I just … loved them too much— I lived in their pandemic-free life on a beach with carefree kids and stolen kisses. It felt too good to kick my feet up, sit on the porch swing with them, and talk about life. After all, they’re in my age group. I live the forty-something life.
No bra after dinner.
Hot flashes.
Kids that know too damn much.
Years that can’t be erased.
Days that pass too quickly.
Acceptance that my life’s purpose has shifted because I brought tiny humans into this world.
Maybe the most important part of being an adult with a child is the ability to say what needs to be said, the strength to do what needs to be done, and the bravery to smile like it’s not secretly killing you.
I hope you grab this story! You won’t regret it. Fortuity is the third book in the Transcend Series, BUT it can be read as a standalone. It was 100% written as a standalone contemporary romance novel.
Peace,
Jewel
October 10, 2019
Orgasms with Altitude
I wasn’t … until I started writing books. The travel part wasn’t on my radar when I first introduced the world to Addy and Quinn in The Holding You Series. I just wanted someone, ANYONE, to read my story. I remember hitting ten reviews on Amazon and feeling like I was a rock star.
Six years and eighteen books later, I’m blessed with opportunities to travel around the world to meet readers, pose for pictures, sign books with my shaky hand, and vomit in hotel rooms. Jet lag is real, and she is an unforgiving BITCH!
Scarlet Stone, Transcend, and Epoch have been translated into Hebrew. Yes, you read that right. Don’t be fooled by the stereotypes associated with Israel. It is a beautiful, historically rich, and holy land, but it’s also home to modern cities like Tel Aviv with sprawling beaches kissing the Mediterranean, high rises, startups second only to Silicon Valley, more vegan restaurants than this plant-eater could dream of on her best day, and … ROMANCE READERS! Honestly, everyone we encountered in Israel was amazingly generous, gracious, and incredibly kind.
Usafrut—my Israeli publisher - invited me and a small handful of other romance authors to Tel Aviv for a book signing. Well … it was much more than a signing. They hosted a trip to Jerusalem (which I missed because of that evil BITCH, jet lag), organized a phenomenal reception for readers and authors with SO MUCH FOOD, then of course there was a signing, and another reception with a stunning display of more food and ALL the drinks, a fun panel discussion, and an afterparty with a performance by Rotem Cohen ( a very sexy guy with an equally sexy voice). I couldn’t understand any of the lyrics, but he sang them in a very sexy way. ; )
Did I mention my travel companion was my son, Logan? A twenty-year-old photographer who had WAY too much to drink at the reception (drinking age in Israel is 18). Let’s just say the toilet in our bathroom was worshipped a lot during our stay.
To say I’m still in shock that my writing has brought me to this point in my life where people around the world are reading my stories in different languages would be a massive understatement. It’s an honor, a dream I never dared to actually dream, an opportunity I’m blessed to have bestowed upon me, and a million other perfectly inadequate words.
I took my only daughter on the trip with me too, Dorothy Mayhem. She hates to travel, such a homebody. We made her pose for so many photos and let strangers write all over her. We even got her wet in the Dead Sea.
I’m living a version of my best life. In other parallel universes, I hope I’m living the travel part without that BITCH called jet lag. Still, I can’t complain. Opportunity is a gift. I will never take that gift for granted. Even as I contemplate cancelling my trip to Scotland next year to attend a signing in Edinburgh because I’m scared of the jet lag and how incredibly awful I feel when it hits me, and how it threatens to ruin plans. I fear it could hit me on the day of a signing and my trip will be all for nothing. Yet, I think, “IT’S AN INCREDIBLE OPPORTUNITY! SUCK IT UP BUTTERCUP!”
But really … my point to this seemingly pointless blog is this … how the hell do people have sex on air planes? I splurged on business class on the way to Tel Aviv, hoping if I could get good sleep, jet lag wouldn’t be so bad. Epic fail! As I was saying … I’ve seen the “nicer” toilets on planes, and I have to say there was only one toilet on all the planes we took that I could say maybe. Maybe two people could fit into it and have sex. But what about the people sitting right outside the door or congregating in the aisles to use the toilet next? I mean … THEY SEE YOU GO IN THERE! They know what you’re doing.
And the germs … am I the only one concerned about the germs? Do you whip out your privates and stir them together in a tiny toilet room? I just … well, I just don’t know. These are issues I will have to work out in my writing. Maybe Dr. Jones or Dr. Hawkins can help me with my issues.
In the meantime … I will now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.
Peace,
Jewel
August 23, 2019
Are You Perfectly Adequate?
DRUM ROLL …
Let’s talk books. I mean, if you’re not here for that, then it’s just a little creepy.
Did you read Look the Part? If not, I’m not mad, just disappointed. It’s translated into multiple languages, and it’s available in audiobook for you multitasking geniuses.
Anyhoo … I’ve had so many requests for Harrison’s story. He’s the autistic son in Look the Part—for those of you who have epically disappointed me by not reading this story. And because I don’t actually listen to you, I decided to write Perfectly Adequate aka Not Harrison’s Story. I’ve been telling everyone that if you loved Look the Part, you will love this story. I’m basing that on nothing in particular. It just seems like good marketing since Look the Part did so well.
You will soon meet Dorothy Mayhem. And you will discover she is not Harrison. Yes, they are both on the spectrum. But to quote Dorothy (which I do a lot) …
“The spectrum is human. It’s not autistic.”But for ease of explanation, let’s just say the spectrum reference is ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder). You probably know someone on this spectrum, and even if you’re thinking, “No, Jewel, I really don’t.” Let me just tell you … you do.
I digress …
Dorothy Mayhem is an adult character on this beautiful, colorful, neurodiverse spectrum. This is not a book about autism. It’s a love story with SO much heart. I dare you to not fall in love with these characters and their REAL LIFE struggles.
Many parts of this story have been—let’s just say “inspired”—by people in my life. I had a plethora of stories shared by friends and my own firsthand accounts of navigating relationships. That fine line between love and hate really isn’t even a line. It’s a jagged edge that can cut you, letting you bleed out, not knowing if the pain you feel is because you love someone or hate them.
“Had I not loved her right down to my soul, I wouldn’t hate her so much.”I met Kim Holden for coffee a few months ago. And she said something along the lines of writing life stories, not necessarily love stories. This resonated with me so much. I’m a sucker for love stories. I always have been. But they don’t feel right to me if there’s not a solid dose of life in the story.
I can say with absolute certainty … these characters are LIFE! And the “villain,” if there is one, is ME! Okay, not me exactly, but her name is Julie. I took forty-four years of fears, self-doubt, and emotional instability, and poured it into this character. I let her be the voice for women I know who have hit these crossroads in their lives like hitting a concrete wall going seventy miles per hour. Oh the destruction and guilt!
You’ll see. ; )
So … in a little over a month, I’m giving you a patient transporter/nursing student, two doctors, a three-year old boy, two endearing families, and a couple of emus. I hope you let yourself fall in love with these characters because they are so incredibly special.
“Dorothy Mayhem sex involves a playing field—maybe a battlefield—a time clock, and placement medals.”Coming September 29
Dr. Elijah Hawkins needs … something.
After his wife jumps headfirst into a midlife crisis, he’s left with his young son, Roman, and a lot of unanswered questions.
That something turns out to be a someone—Dorothy Mayhem, nursing student, patient transporter, reckless driver, and emu owner.
Dorothy studies humans, the neurotypical kind, through books and television. Then she emulates their behavioral patterns to fit in with her peers.
But nothing can prepare her for Dr. Elijah Hawkins.
Single dad.
Brilliant pediatric oncologist.
And the sexiest doctor at the hospital.
When his failed attempts at asking her out turn into a string of playdates with his son, Dorothy finds herself unexpectedly enamored with the boy and his father.
And that’s a problem, a huge one, because Elijah’s ex-wife is a famous plastic surgeon—and Dorothy’s idol.
Perfectly Adequate is a beautiful, hilarious, and heart-felt journey along the “human” spectrum.
May 30, 2019
That Time I Tried to Get High ...
Before we get to my first experience with marijuana, let’s talk about Jersey Six. Coming June 13th!
It’s dark without giving too many graphic details. It’s suspenseful without losing the reader. It’s sexy without throbbing penises. It’s a love story before you ever know if any of the characters actually love each other.
Nouns for Jersey Six: rock star, homelessness, amnesia, victim, target, tragedy, knives, boxing, jets, venues, fuckery.
In the words of Forrest Gump, “That’s all I have to say about that.”
Moving on …
I took another girls’ trip to Colorado. I love the mountains. I love good friends who are willing to take a hike or swing from a pole, but just as willing to sit in silence and take in breathtaking views. I am a Goldilocks traveler—not too many plans, not too few. I like that just-right trip filled with adventures and sprinkled with opportunities to do nothing more than enjoy the moment.
Here are some highlights from my trip:
Tea with Kim Holden.
Juice with Ella James.
Finalizing edits on Jersey Six.
Happy hour at Vital Root.
My first trip to a dispensary. Not what I expected, but I had a lovely time chatting with the budologist.
First time using marijuana. Disappointing for the first three uses. Dry eyes and dry mouth. No high. BUT … by my fourth exposure, I felt the chill. It was magical. Everything s l o w e d way down. No shits were given. And I totally understood how music might sound better, creativity could be heightened, and sleep could come easily. I’m 100% thinking of buying a one-room cabin in the mountains to go for a few weeks at a time when I need to write all the awesomeness. Just a thought …
Sunset at Sapphire Point overlooking Lake Dillion—watching the chipmunks.
Planning a true paranormal book that I hope to write next year.
Realizing by the end of the week, that although I loved my time away, I couldn’t wait to get home to my family.
Scraping the door of the rental car that I parked too close to a concrete pillar in a parking garage. I know … I know … how is this a highlight? Well, no one was hurt. It was a scraped up door. I have insurance. And it was an opportunity to be the best version of myself. I could let the mishap that happened on the last day of our trip ruin the whole thing for me (and my friends), or I could shrug, make a call to my insurance company, and forget about it. So … we laughed all the way down the mountain. Grabbed a quick lunch on a sunny 70 degree day in Denver, and headed to the airport.
Moral of the story: Life is meant to be lived. Take risks. Take time to just be. Laugh until you pee a little. Swing from poles. Try a bit of weed. (*disclaimer - legally) Don’t sweat a little scratched paint.
Comment with your last adventure, or your last “oops” that you didn’t let ruin your day.
Have a great weekend!
Love,
Jewel
February 8, 2019
Smut Gossip + Fried-egg Sandwiches + Vegan Cheese = Girls' Getaway
Gone are the days of leaky nipples and sour milk perfume. Here are the days to find any excuse to escape with my BFF of 35 years to … well, wherever. We literally don’t care where we go. In fact, since we arrived in Dallas three days ago, I’ve had to stop and think on more than one occasion, “Where are we?”
The guilt. AHHH!!!! The soul-snatching guilt of leaving my husband with the kids—the kids that were physically attached to my body in some way for YEARS! It’s crazy how “we” had these babies, but I feel like they are my responsibility. **In his defense, he never said I was in charge, but he didn’t exactly fight me for the Keeper of All Things role. I’m learning to delegate. ;)
Moving on …
We’ve been in Dallas, Texas for the past five days. And I have to say … we are experts on girls’ getaways:
✔️ Luxury apartment VRBO just on the outskirts of downtown Dallas.
✔️ Rental car with heated seats. Yep, Dallas is cold today.
✔️ Books
✔️ Yoga clothes to stage photos like we’re working out.
✔️ Snacks consisting of fried-egg sandwiches, vegan cheese, a bottle of Riesling, potato chips, popcorn, and leftovers from dinner the night before at True Foods Kitchen. AMAZING btw! **Dallas peeps, you need to visit this fabulous restaurant between 3-6 for happy hour specials, including the BEST cocktails ever!
✔️ Staying up late watching random YouTube videos and A Star is Born.
✔️ Attempting to sleep in, but cursing your life because you’ve awakened too damn early for too damn many years, and now your body refuses to sleep in past 7:30.
✔️ Late night ice cream (So Delicious cashew milk snickerdoodle)
✔️ Morning tea and coffee in jammies.
✔️ Mani/pedis at Pink Pedi Salon - another place you MUST try if you visit or live in the area.
✔️ Massages at Sage Roots—total heavenly experience.
✔️ Nachos, grilled cheese, and tomato soup at Spiral Diner. (Vegan diner that will easily please our omnivore friends)
✔️ Solving the world’s problems.
And we still have a book signing this Saturday!!!!!!
I give this girls’ getaway an A+++
Oh … I wrote the synopsis for Naked Love, approved the first round of edits, finished an ARC of Penny Reid’s Motion, Law of Physics book 1 (freaking fabulous!), and breezed through another chapter of my WIP, Jersey Six (gives self a high-five).
Happy Friday! Go book your own girls’ getaway. It’s life therapy at its finest. For those of you going to Holidays with the Belles, I’ll see you soon! XO
Jewel
November 8, 2018
Five Ways I Find Happiness without an Orgasm
The hubs and I traded in our bi-weekly orgasms for a new adjustable bed and a television in our bedroom. Before you judge us or call us old, you need to know that adjustable beds are THE BEST!!!!
This year marked twenty years of marriage, and we’ve discovered several things:
Butt, leg, and toe cramps during sex can quickly kill the mood. Popcorn in bed is okay as long as there is not butter on it. And sometimes Grey’s Anatomy with that tub of popcorn is a better choice than sex. (see cramps reference above)
If you’re looking for something to put a smile on your face that’s a little less toe-curling than bow chicka wow wow, then I have some of my own grand moments to share with you.
Gifs
I love gifs. They make me smile, giggle, and sometimes pee a little. See … basically like sex. I can have entire conversations with my assistant, Jenn, using only gifs. And it’s the “gif” that keeps on giving “giffing” ::snorts:: because I don’t delete messages. So, every time I bring up that screen, I see the gifs we’ve shared. Gifs make me feel connected to people in this crazy world of cyberspace.
Have you ever met someone online and didn’t really know if you liked them, then BOOM! They use a gif that makes you smile or laugh. You instantly feel like they are an awesome person because of their gif choice.
2. Giggles
My ten-year-old son’s favorite pastime is giggling. He finds laughter in the craziest moments. It’s innocent and genuine. It fills me with unimaginable happiness. When is the last time you giggled? Not laughed, but giggled or snorted—the laugh you try to suppress but it just needs to come out.
3. Reminiscing
I’ve had a good life. So, when I get together with family, I love reminiscing about the past. It’s usually funny stuff that leads to a good case of the giggles, but sometimes it’s the walk down memory lane filled with “Can you believe?” or “Who would have thought?”
Who would have thought that I’d write romance novels while sitting in an adjustable bed with the vibrator function on full throttle?
4. Food
Are you following me on YouTube and Instagram? Of course you are. Well, you’re in for a real treat. This holiday season I will make some of my favorite recipes from my new kitchen and post videos of my culinary orgasms.
5. Music
No, my new bed doesn’t play music. But Siri hooks me up with the best playlists. My favorite is “dinner music.” I ask her to play dinner music and she says, “Here is a personalized playlist for entertaining.” **Important note: If I ask her to play “entertainment music,” it’s not the same. It’s not as good. Air Supply, Maroon 5, Sinatra, One Republic, Dave Matthews … THE BEST playlist! See what your Siri cooks up for you at dinner time.
In the meantime, I’ll be dancing with my kids in the kitchen, reminiscing to old songs with my husband while cooking delicious meals, sending Jenn gifs, and giggling the whole time. And when I’m done … I might have sex in my adjustable bed because an orgasm is still pretty damn amazing!
Tell me about your happy times!
Peace,
Jewel
October 11, 2018
Let's Get Naked!
Bell-bottoms are back in style! This girl could not be happier about the flared-leg trend. Perhaps it’s because I’m a tree-hugging, peace-loving chick. Most likely it’s because I dislike the shape of my body.
That’s the naked truth.
That flare at the bottom is much more flattering to my curvy hips and ass than the soul-crushing, ego-hating skinny jean trend.
While I’m at it, can I just say that my hair is thinning and losing its luster. I have these little, red, pin dots taking over my skin—probably some vitamin deficiency. I have stretch marks, varicose and spider veins, keratosis pilaris, sagging boobs, yellowing teeth, T-rex-length arms, cellulite, zero upper body strength, small toes, two whiskers that want to grow on my chin each month with my menstrual cycle … OH, and speaking of my menstrual cycle, every month it’s like the coming of Christ. I don’t know the day or the hour and neither do the angels in Heaven. Too bad for my underwear and my sense of security and dignity in public. :(
How shallow of me right? I shouldn’t base my sense of self worth on physical attributes.
The good news? I don’t.
I’m smart and fun. I’m a good mom and a loving, sexually submissive wife. Kidding ;) I’m not always a good mom. I genuinely care about all life. I hug tress because they give us oxygen and they help to keep the earth cool. I’m an advocate for peace because death really sucks. I’ve recently shut off my FaceBook notifications, in spite of how it could affect my author business, because I need to be more efficient with my work so I can spend more time with my family.
See … I’ve got some good shit going on even with all my physical imperfections.
But here’s the point, because I do have one. It’s okay to not like something about yourself. It’s okay to care about how you look or have a part of you that’s a bit materialistic, vain, or judgmental.
No one knows the meaning of life. (IMHO) So embrace your insecurities, celebrate your awesomeness, make mistakes, make someone’s day—make your own day!
Just remember to be kind to everyone—including yourself.
Remember to forgive others—and forgive yourself.
There you have it. I just gave you the morals of my upcoming stories: A Place Without You and Naked Love.
You are now primed and ready to read.
Naked Love - Read it while I write it.
A Place Without You - Add it to your Goodreads TBR.
August 2, 2018
Have you had swass?
Swass: the sweat the runs down your back and settles into the crack of your ass.
We kicked off the summer with a trip to NYC with our oldest. It was HOT. No big deal if you're not spending hours walking in the suffocating city or waiting for a subway train in stagnant, recycled air.
Still ...
It was an unforgettable trip filled with laughter, new adventures, amazing food, and swass. (Sweat running down our asses ALL day long)
Swass-free for five seconds.
The night we splurged and took a Lyft to dinner and the show.
Laughed my ass off, until ...
During
intermission, we got several texts from home. (Iowa) Home got 10 inches of rain in one day! By some miracle we didn't get water in our basement.
I still get tears ...
There's nothing more breathtaking than seeing the world through your child's eyes.
He watched the city ...
I watched him.
I stood at this spot for long minutes ...
waiting for this image to tell me a story.
And so we said goodbye ...
Two weeks later ...
This girl drove 10 hrs. to Colorado. Aaannnddd ... I was home. Okay, not home, but back to my place of birth. Once a mile-high girl, always a mile-high girl. Feel free to make your own interpretation. ; )
Seriously ...
I'm sorry, but no skyscraper can compare to this. I didn't want to come down from my happy place. There was this little gathering of book nerds called Book Bonanza, but me? Nope ... I wanted to stay in the mountains.
Nope.
Still not coming down from these mountains.
Eventually ... I came down.
Book Bonanza 2018. Wow! What can I say? I met Jonesies and ... other readers! WTF? Yes! I have more than 5 people who read my books. I was BLOWN away. On Friday, from 8-midnight, I had a line at my table. Not one sip of water, not one potty break. I fought back tears on several occasions, luckily I was too dehydrated to squeeze out a single watery emotion.
"This isn't my life."
And then there's this ...
We started a mainlevel renovation in June—another reason we are so grateful our basement didn't flood with the 10 inches of rain. We would have been homeless.
I have cabinets!
And a HUGE island. I am over the moon about this island. No countertops yet. Next month I'll share them with you.
My pride and joy ...
My walk-in pantry. It's going to be the first place I take guests when they come to visit.
Look! It's my nook!
It's a lovely little table shy of being my new hangout spot to drink tea and write all the words! But soon ...
So there you have it ... my summer thus far.
I'm off to Europe on Tuesday for two weeks. I can't wait to see some of my friends/readers from the other side of the pond. I just hope they won't be afraid to hug me after seeing ^^^^. Yeah, I swam in the swamp. After 4 days of Swass ... I just didn't give a rat's ass.
Peace,
Jewel
June 8, 2018
Can I make a recommendation?
I've discovered something very important over the past decade—my opinion doesn't matter.
Let me rephrase, my opinion shouldn't matter. Yet, here I am, sharing my opinion on books. Let's just get this out in the open—I'm a terrible book reviewer. I can craft some pretty magical characters who speak words of wisdom and even the occasional profound phrase that may leave readers pondering the meaning for days. **Just kidding. I'm full of shit.
I digress ... but when it comes to reading other books, I'm terrible. Just rubbish, to use a Scarlet Stone term, at formulating a helpful opinion.
My taste is diverse and ever-changing. I love alpha males one day and hate them the next. I like dark but not too dark, funny but not stupid, angst until it hurts, unsolvable mysteries, and screwed-up characters.
I used to say my only requirement for a good story was impeccable writing. That's not the case anymore. There are amazing writers—award-winning wordsmiths who make every sentence sound gleefully poetic. They bring settings to life with magical technicolor. But ... the story gets overshadowed by paragraphs of adjective vomit.
Don't get me wrong, I will always hold a certain amount of envy toward these magical scriveners. But I get bored with description and oftentimes I feel like the setting drowns the plot or the story moves at a snail's pace because the characters' thoughts are delivered in long, unbroken paragraphs of internal monologue. After pages and pages of no white space, I long for a quote. PLEASE, let them speak!
To quote every editor's favorite line, "Show, don't tell."
Then we have the next category of writers—the one to which I belong. They (we) are the storytellers. Fuck the description, if you've seen one beach, you've seen them all. If you've never seen the beach, Google it and save us both paragraphs of pain. We are the dialogue junkies. Our stage comes with very few props, but we hope you focus on the meaning behind the words to the point that you don't care what color the character's shoes are, or the style of the chandelier in the foyer.
We count on your brain to fill in the blanks. Your beach might not be our beach, but if it's not important to the story, then who cares?
Finally, we have the elite writers who manage to strike a balance. They are concise with their words, painting magical pictures with one or two sentences and returning to witty dialogue before the reader gets bored. These are the unicorn writers. BUT—are you ready? My unicorn writer may not be your unicorn writer. You may need a three hundred word description of a beach, where all I need is one word—beach.
So basically, all of the above is nothing more than a disclaimer before I share some books that I have enjoyed for many reasons. This is not a complete list. It is a growing list. If you like recommendations, I encourage you to check back as I comb through my digital bookshelves and jog my old lady memory in search of the books that have made me smile or scream or simply kept me up past midnight searching for answers.
Peace to all,
Jewel
**Disclaimer - 11th hour blog post without editing.
Books I have enjoyed :)
February 8, 2018
Rhythm is The Heartbeat of Your Soul
I'm pooped. There, I said it.
The triathlon of self-publishing:
1st Leg - Writing writing writing writing ...
2nd Leg - Edit Edit Edit Edit ...
3rd Leg - Publish and promote promote promote promote ...
DEAD^^^^That's me now. An overachiever because I'm publishing TWO more books by the first week in April.
stupid stupid stupid stupid
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"Mmm, my landlord likes to role play. Me too."
So no Vlog for you. Sorry. If you follow me on Facebook, then you know I've already posted a live video to my page—nothing short of an awkward mess. AND ... if you're a hardcore stalker, then you know I have a Look the Part Spoiler Group where I did a live Q&A, unknowingly with hearts around my head the whole damn time! ::Facepalm::
So here's what I have for you: MUSIC!!!! My playlist for Look the Part. And because I feel so bad about the missing Vlog, (Actually, I don't) I've made some special notes for the songs.
Enjoy! I'll see you in March with a birthday celebration and another book! (Transcend. Be ready. I'm going to break you.) ::insert evil laugh::
Look The Part Playlist"Why" by Skinny Living - 100% Flint's song. If this were made into a movie, this would be the theme song.
"Lights Down Low" by MAX - For sex scenes, the tender ones. ;)
"Mended" Acoustic by Vera Blue - The last scene of the book before the epilogue.
"Say You Won't Let Go" by James Arthur - Cape Cod, when "the doctor" arrives.
"Here Comes The Sun" by The Beatles - Epilogue
"Something" by The Beatles - Bedroom dancing
"Suit And Jacket" by Judah & the Lion - Harrison's song (Live, dear child. Live YOUR life)
"Poison & Wine" by The Civil Wars - "I kiss him and I cry. I kiss him and I break. I kiss him and I pretend that it matters. But ... it doesn't, so I just kiss him."
"Nocturnes, Op. 9: No. 2 in E-Flat Major" by Frédéric Chopin - The private plane.
"Sorry" by Halsey - Just because.
"Pillowtalk, the living room" by ZAYN - Office stairs - oh my my my ::fans self::
"Feelin' Love" by Paula Cole - Ellen in the bath tub.
"Make You Feel My Love" by Adele - "I'm going to love you so hard, time won't matter ... distance won't matter ... all you'll feel when you take each breath ... is my love."
"Collide - Acoustic Version" by Howie Day - "You should leave ..." "Why?" "Because if you don't, I'm going to fall in love with you."
"Benjamin and Daisy" by Alexandre Desplat - My favorite instrumental music to get into Ellen's head.
Check it out on Spotify.
Have a great weekend!
Love, Jewel
