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Pre-order The Accidental Kiss on iTunes and Barnes and Noble!

I woke up this morning to find The Accidental Kiss went up for pre-order on iTunes and Barnes and Noble for a limited price of $2.99!



 Talk about a good Thursday indeed. As I'm sure you know, the more per-orders, the higher the chance The Accidental Kiss has of hitting the bestseller list. While that is never my end goal when I hit publish, it would still be amazing with a capitol A.  Thanks a million!

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5,000 Copies Sold GIVEAWAY!!

When I hit publish on Love of a Rockstar, I thought maybe it would sell 100 hundred copies, maybe two hundred but six months later over 5,000 copies have been sold. WHAT?! That number blows my ever loving mind. To celebrate, I'm giving away a plethora of prizes to one lucky reader. Good luck!




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The Accidental Kiss Cover Reveal

  The time has come for yet another cover reveal!
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BAM! ISN'T IT PRETTY?!

I love how the cover is sexy yet mysterious and wouldn't you know? Red is my favorite color. Regina from Mael Cover Design did a fabulous job bringing The Accidental Kiss to life.  

Hope you love the cover as much as I do!  



The Accidental Kiss
But he was everything she didn’t know she needed.

Marked by tragedy, Sky Noel leaves Los Angeles with her mom to start anew in Castor, a small town in Louisiana. It was supposed to be Sky’s chance to have a normal life but she soon finds out normal isn’t written in her DNA.

When a mysterious boy named Daemon shakes up Sky’s fragile hold on reality, she is thrust into a world where zombies and voodoo not only exist in the pages of a novel. They are hidden in the darkest corners where danger lurks and death awaits. With a price on her head, Sky has to put her trust in the boy with the ocean blue eyes but is Daemon everything she was warned against and more?

Tricked into selling his soul, Daemon lives out his existence at the mercy of the voodoo priest. That is until one fateful night when his path is forever changed.

Desperate to atone for his sins, Daemon brings it upon himself to protect Sky at any cost. However, a secret hidden in his past could rip away the very person who makes him feel human again.


Excerpt

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I drove the speed limit, turned my homework in on time, and helped old ladies cross the street. Why would anyone want to kill me? Daemon had to be yanking my chain. A high-pitched laugh broke free from my throat. </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">He looked at me uneasily. “This isn’t a joke Sky. Somebody wants to kill you.” </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">I felt myself unravel further when Daemon uttered the dreaded k-word. <i>Kill</i>. I bent over in half, clutching my stomach as a round of hysterical giggles racked my body. </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">“This wasn’t the reaction I was expecting,” he uttered.         </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">Out of breath, tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked up at him from underneath my eyelashes. “I didn’t peg you as a funny man, but you are hilarious.”</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">“You won’t see your death coming until you’re hung by your ankles, being bled out like a pig at a slaughter house.” </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;">The gruesome description stopped my giggles cold. With the back of my hand, I wiped away the moisture from my face and studied Daemon’s unflinching expression. He wasn’t joking. Bile turned in my stomach as the room swayed. </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ADD TO GOODREADS: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2..." target="_blank">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2... class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />

Reflecting Back on My 23rd Year!

My 23rd year was a kick ass one for my career. There was some amazing triumphs like publishing my first novel, finishing my second and having my dream of a becoming an author come true. While it wasn't all roses in my personal life, my 23rd year is gonna be hard to beat. Nonetheless, I'm exited to see what is on the horizon.

This July I'm moving back to Seattle, getting my first big girl apartment without roommates which means naked dance parties and figuring out to navigate self-employment.  It's gonna be a ride but with the amazing online community I have built and my friends and family cheering me on, there is nothing I can't do! 

To kick off my 24th year, I lowered Love of a Rockstar to 99¢ until Friday. Grab a copy before the price jumps back up.

The Accidental Kiss - Peek Behind The Curtain

As soon as I typed ,THE END, on The Accidental Kiss it was like a huge weight had been lifted off of me. You see this particular plot has been at the back of my mind for four years. In fact, it inspired my first novel which was shoved into a drawer until four months ago. Once I looked over the manuscript with a pair of fresh eyes, I saw it for the story it was meant to be. A YA Paranormal Romance. I couldn't be prouder at how The Accidental Kiss ended up and can't wait for August 12th!

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Saturday Sneak Peek of The Accidental Kiss

 Keep in mind this is a rough draft and is subject to chance. Enjoy lovelies!
A cloud made of pillows contoured around my body as I snuggled deeper into the cocoon. I opened my eyes than shut them again when the light reacted painfully with my head. What the hell did I do last night to warrant a hangover? I moaned and turned on my stomach.  A dull throb ached behind my ribs.  Shit. I sprang up right in bed as the events of last night came rushing back to me. Trapped in a van, my blood being drained out of my body and then finally as death was about knock on my door, being rescued.  I pulled my pajama sleeve up to find a bright red pinprick on my skin. My hands did an additional damage check. Besides the black and purple bruise on my ribs, I was damage free. Although, starving.              “I won’t complain if you want to take off your bottoms as well.”            I let out a squeak and turned my head in the direction of my closet. Daemon stepped out of the shadows. The light from my bedside table cast a warm glow over his drawn features.  His t-shirt was ripped at the hem where it showed off his v-line.              I self-consciously tugged the sheets to my chin. “How long have you been here?”             His eyes crinkled with amusement at my shyness. “Since I saved your sorry ass.”             “So it was you.”            “Yes it was. And thank god too, you had only seconds to live when I busted those doors off the van.”             Nausea turned my stomach at the realization of how close I came to death.  Those freaks would have taken my blood and left me to rot. To them I was merely a blood blank.              “What happened?” I murmured. “ I mean, how did I survive? I lost a lot of blood.”            Daemon settled into a chair next to my bed and plopped his bare feet on my duvet cover. “I brought you to a healing priestess where she worked her magic on you. Supposedly, it was touch and go for a while but you pulled through. Mrs. Lola said you’re a fighter.”            “How did she heal me?”             Daemon shrugged. “No idea. I wasn’t in the room.”            Great, that was just great.  This high priestess could have stolen my kidney because why not? It seemed like everything in my body was up for grabs as of late.  I covered my head with a bed sheet and peeked under my shirt.             “What the hell are you doing, Sky?” Daemon asked..             “Double checking for stitches. Since you didn’t have the foresight to head into the room with me, you have no idea what Mrs. Lola did.” I said her name in a mocking tone.             “First of all, not all priest are bad and overcome with power. Some actually help the community like Mrs. Lola.” The sheet was jerked away. “And second of all, I’ve already seen everything so you don’t need to hide”            My eyes widened. “You have seen everything?”            “Who else do you think put you in pajamas?”I sputtered, overcome with a wide range of emotions, violated was at the top. Daemon laughed and patted my knee.  “I’m joking Sky. I didn’t see EVERYTHING. If you didn’t notice, you still have your bra and panties on.”“That doesn’t make me feel any better.” I screeched.  Especially since I wasn’t wearing my finest underwear. He arched an eyebrow. “Does it make you feel better if I told you, you looked beautiful?” “When? Now or when I was half dead?”             Daemons eyes darkened as his gaze wandered over my face. “Always.” 
 - THE ACCIDENTAL KISS 
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Where's the Ice Cream? Accidental Kiss is now done!!!

After 6 tireless months, The Accidental Kiss is done! Can I get a hallelujah?


 Now if you will excuse me, a pint of ice cream and my bed is calling my name.

A Thousand Awesome High Fives!

Hey guys! I know I have said thank you to your faces over the internet but I thought it was time to bust out a video. Please ignore my awkwardness. I re-did this video over and over again until I was blue in the face. Enjoy!

The Search For Inspiration

As a full-time writer, my schedule is my own, which is a blessing and a curse. Some days, I stare at a blank computer screen for 6 hours until I throw my hands in the air and beg for a creative thunderbolt to strike. Other days, the juices are flowing and I can bang out 2,000 words with ease. What I come to learn though is that you can’t force it. At least I can’t because when I do, the scenes I construct have no soul. So instead, I walk away for an hour. I go for a run, read a book or drink a cup of tea. By the time that hour is up, I’m refreshed and ready to tackle my book again. Give it a try! And let me know what you do to find inspiration.

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