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November 9, 2015
Announcing: Son of a Pitch! (Coming in February)
Pitching competitions can seriously suck. They make you freak out with the pressure, make you sick as you sit waiting for news for weeks, then get practically nothing out of it, not even one sentence of useful feedback.
You end up secretly thinking something like...
Well, this competition isn't like that. This is your chance to get real feedback, not wait forever, and to see--as the competition unfolds--how you're going.
Want a round first up to refine your query and first 250 words? Done. First week is all about that. We want you to stand a chance, and also increase your chances when querying outside of the comp. Because really, cold queries get more deals than competitions do, so let this comp help you get there by giving you a week full of feedback from your peers.
Want a round where published authors give you feedback? You want someone who has been there and done that to help guide you? Done. The second week, the Son of a Pitch team, who are all published, will post your emailed in queries and 250 words, provide feedback, and fight over who has the best pitches on their blogs. They will vote for their favorites to go onto the final round.
Want to get seen by industry professionals? Done. We have a line up of editors, publishers, an agent, and we're still working on more agents (please let us know of an agent or publisher you might like to see your pitch!) But they'll swing by the final contestants to try to bribe you into subbing to them. Who knows? You might get a sweet book deal!
And finally, we'll have a free-for-all Twitter pitching opportunity under the hashtag #sonofapitch
And guess what? You can say whatever you want! Don't worry about this pretentious nonsense that floats around comps; express the real you. Your story rocks; make sure everyone else knows it as much as you do by taking advantage of other people's experience and point of view.
So, DATES!
Week 1 starts Feb 15, 2016
Week 2 starts Feb 22, 2016
Week 3 starts Feb 29, 2016
Twitter Pitch: Mar 7, 2016
This is for all genres of YA, NA, and Adult.
More details to come! We will be announcing the publishers, editors, Son of a Pitch team, etc soon, and how to join in the 2nd round. As a hint, Katie Hamstead featured some of the participating publishers earlier this year on her blog.
So... tell your friends! Let's make this awesome.
You end up secretly thinking something like...
Well, this competition isn't like that. This is your chance to get real feedback, not wait forever, and to see--as the competition unfolds--how you're going. Want a round first up to refine your query and first 250 words? Done. First week is all about that. We want you to stand a chance, and also increase your chances when querying outside of the comp. Because really, cold queries get more deals than competitions do, so let this comp help you get there by giving you a week full of feedback from your peers.
Want a round where published authors give you feedback? You want someone who has been there and done that to help guide you? Done. The second week, the Son of a Pitch team, who are all published, will post your emailed in queries and 250 words, provide feedback, and fight over who has the best pitches on their blogs. They will vote for their favorites to go onto the final round.
Want to get seen by industry professionals? Done. We have a line up of editors, publishers, an agent, and we're still working on more agents (please let us know of an agent or publisher you might like to see your pitch!) But they'll swing by the final contestants to try to bribe you into subbing to them. Who knows? You might get a sweet book deal!
And finally, we'll have a free-for-all Twitter pitching opportunity under the hashtag #sonofapitch
And guess what? You can say whatever you want! Don't worry about this pretentious nonsense that floats around comps; express the real you. Your story rocks; make sure everyone else knows it as much as you do by taking advantage of other people's experience and point of view.
So, DATES!
Week 1 starts Feb 15, 2016
Week 2 starts Feb 22, 2016
Week 3 starts Feb 29, 2016
Twitter Pitch: Mar 7, 2016
This is for all genres of YA, NA, and Adult.
More details to come! We will be announcing the publishers, editors, Son of a Pitch team, etc soon, and how to join in the 2nd round. As a hint, Katie Hamstead featured some of the participating publishers earlier this year on her blog.
So... tell your friends! Let's make this awesome.
November 3, 2015
Teaser Tuesday: Flame #ragnarokprophesies #nanowrimo #fantasy
Hi loves!For those that don't already know, I've been busy rewriting FLAME again. For the first time since I started writing it two years ago, I'm actually really happy with how it's going. I really don't think this draft will be trashed as the last two have, which means you should have the book in your hands sometime in the coming year. That makes me so happy, you have no idea.
Since I'm making so much progress, I opted to continue working on the story for NaNoWriMo. On day three, I'm a little over the NaNo goal word count, with 5,428 words. That brings me to a grand total of over 30k in the story thus far. If I continue in this direction, FLAME will be completed by the end of the month. So. Fucking. Exciting!
Here's a little unedited teaser. You probably won't see too many more teasers from the story, as it's almost impossible to pick one that doesn't spoil something important, so enjoy!
"Arionna, run," Dace cried out, jolting me awake.My eyes popped open to find him on his back halfway underneath me, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other wrapped around my waist, holding me to him. A grimace contorted his face, and sweat dripped down his brow. His legs twitched beneath me, shifting back and forth as if he were trying to run. His heart hammered, the pulse in his throat pounding.
Geri growled and snarled, the sounds reaching me even through the walls Dace had once again thrown up between us. Freki stirred restlessly, ill at ease to find her mate so worked up over a threat neither of us could see nor feel.
He was having a nightmare. A bad one, from the looks of it.
"Please run," he mumbled. "Please."
My heart broke at the fragile plea.
"Dace." I put my hand on his jaw.
His body jerked beneath mine, his eyes flying open. For a minute, fear and panic swamped his expression, pure terror blotting out the brilliant green color of his eyes. And then he blinked.
"Arionna?"
"I'm here."
In a move so fast, I didn't see it coming, I was on my back and he was on me, his body caging me in. His lips crashed against mine.
October 31, 2015
The Origins of Halloween Traditions #halloween #history
*previously posted at akmorgen.com*Halloween is probably my favorite holiday of the entire year, but likely not for the reasons you think. While I love tricks and treats, I love the history of the holiday more. Many of the traditions we still keep were started as a way to honor the dead, and I think there's something incredibly beautiful in that. Even if we've forgotten why we do the things we do this one day of the year, it makes me happy to know how many of the old traditions we still cling to.
Halloween isn't a new holiday by any means, but instead can be traced back to the Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced Sow-een). For the Celts (and many modern day Pagans), Samhain marked the end of the harvest season. It was the Celtic New Year. Samhain was a time to reflect on what had passed, and to plan for the year ahead. Samhain festivals often included both seriousness and prayer, games and revelry.
During this time, the veil between worlds was believed to be thinner, allowing for those on the other side to slip through. People left out offerings to appease the Aos Si (spirits or fae). In many areas, the offerings left to appease the spirits included turnips. The turnips were often intricately carved to frighten off the more tricksome spirits. That tradition, of course, continues in our use of carved pumpkins.
In addition to the more mischievous or naughty spirits returning, people believed that dead relatives were able to visit on this one night. The brief return of these relatives was very much welcomed, and people made a point to ensure their deceased loved ones knew they were welcome by setting places for them at their tables. Prayers for the dead were an important part of Samhain.
In some areas, people would dress in costumes and go door to door, collecting gifts of food along the way. Sound familiar? The story on why this custom started depends on who you ask. According to some, dressing up in costume was a way to hide from the more mischievous spirits who returned to Earth on Samhain. According to others, the custom started with Christianity, in which the poor and young children would go door to door, saying prayers for the dead in exchange for what was known as soul cakes.
As people began to realize costumes helped hide them from other people as well as from the Aos Si, they'd play tricks on one another, another tradition which continues to this day.
Pretty cool history for something we consider a silly holiday, isn't it?
What's your favorite Halloween tradition?
One of my favorite traditions comes not from the history, but from my little nephew, Aloshua. Losh is a pretty special kid, and he loves Halloween. Every year since he was three, he's been The Great Pumpkin. I'm not kidding. For eight years, he's been the cutest pumpkin. This year, he says he's going to be the Hulk instead, but I can't help but look back at all of his years as The Great Pumpkin and smile.
October 27, 2015
Before the Storm by @Leslie_Tentler #blogtour #romance
No Matter How Far You Run, The Past Will Find You
Leslie Tentler is back with another story of romance and suspense…this time in a small Southern beach town called Rarity Cove. What happens when a woman on the run has her dangerous secrets finally catch up with her? Find out in Before the Storm by Leslie Tentler…
About BEFORE THE STORM
Six years earlier, Trina Grissom disappeared, on the run for her life. Now living under an assumed identity—as Samantha Marsh—she still struggles with the dark secret she harbors and the fear she might one day be found. When she moves to the coastal town of Rarity Cove, South Carolina, to open a café, a handsome widower begins to chip away at the walls she’s built to protect herself.
Mark St. Clair lost his wife two years ago in a tragic accident. Head of the grand St. Clair resort, he distracts himself from his lingering grief by running the family business and caring for his troubled young daughter...until a beautiful restaurateur sets up shop in town. Before meeting Samantha, Mark was convinced he could never be drawn to another woman. But as his attraction to Samantha grows, the mystery surrounding her deepens.
As the two begin a hesitant courtship, double perils emerge. Someone from Samantha’s lurid past comes calling, threatening to expose her. And a powerful hurricane is forming in the Atlantic with the small beach town in its path. Trapped in the storm by the brutal man who wants vengeance on Samantha, she and Mark must fight for their lives.
On Sale in Digital and Print: October 20, 2015
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BEFORE THE STORM EXCERPT
The Sea King Motor Court sat off the two-lane highway heading inland out of Rarity Cove. A good four miles from the beach, the one-story, painted cinderblock structure was outdated and somewhat run-down, with a small swimming pool surrounded by a chain-link fence next to the parking lot. Samantha walked past the unoccupied, darkened pool, clutching her purse that contained Lenny’s payoff.
Room six. She stood outside it and reminded herself to breathe. But her courage felt shattered, like so many broken shell fragments washed up along the shore. The porch light beside the door had either burned out or been purposely extinguished. If not for the moon overhead and the iridescent, droning orange of the motel signage, she would be in eerie darkness.
Nearly choking on dread, Samantha knocked. As she waited, her fingers roamed inside her purse until she felt the handle of the kitchen knife she’d brought with her from Café Bella. If Lenny tried to take more than the money, if he grabbed her and tried to force her…
Samantha shivered despite the evening’s humidity. Jittery, she knocked again, louder this time.
The muffled blare of a television came from another of the guest rooms. But the one in front of her remained silent. Samantha glanced at her wristwatch, checking the time again. Five minutes past eleven. An eighteen-wheeler pulled into the parking lot, its big tires crunching over gravel. It came to a stop at the far side of the motel. A driver wearing cowboy boots, jeans and a baseball cap climbed down from the cab. The man approached and nodded politely at her as he traveled past, then disappeared inside one of the rooms.
Samantha knocked again on Lenny’s door, this time with the flat of her hand. Her palm smarted with the effort. But again there was no response. What kind of game was he playing?
Weak with pent-up fear and growing frustration, Samantha moved to the window and tried to peer between the slit in the closed curtains. But the room’s interior appeared dark. She sagged onto the white plastic lawn chair next to the air conditioner vent. A thin trail of water leaked from the unit across the grimy concrete stoop, reaching her leather thong sandals. She hadn’t worn the requested stripper heels.
She wondered what to do. Keep waiting? For how long? She squinted at a line of plastic flamingos planted in the motel’s patchy Bermuda grass. They called attention to a sign urging passersby to inquire about weekly rent specials.
Lenny wasn’t home, apparently. Samantha rubbed her hands over her upper arms, confused. Had he forgotten it was his payday?
That didn’t seem possible.
CELEBRATE THE RELEASE WITH A GIVEAWAY!
Grand Prize: $25 Amazon or B&N gift card
Two runners-up will receive their choice of an ebook from Leslie’s backlist a Rafflecopter giveaway
Author Bio:
Leslie Tentler is also the author of FALLEN as well as the Chasing Evil Trilogy (MIDNIGHT CALLER, MIDNIGHT FEAR and EDGE OF MIDNIGHT). She was a finalist for Best First Novel at ThrillerFest 2012, and is a two-time finalist for the Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery and Suspense. She is also the recipient of the prestigious Maggie Award of Excellence.
Leslie is a member of Romance Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, and Novelists, Inc. A native of East Tennessee, she currently resides in Atlanta
.
Connect with Leslie: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon
Leslie Tentler is back with another story of romance and suspense…this time in a small Southern beach town called Rarity Cove. What happens when a woman on the run has her dangerous secrets finally catch up with her? Find out in Before the Storm by Leslie Tentler…
About BEFORE THE STORM
Six years earlier, Trina Grissom disappeared, on the run for her life. Now living under an assumed identity—as Samantha Marsh—she still struggles with the dark secret she harbors and the fear she might one day be found. When she moves to the coastal town of Rarity Cove, South Carolina, to open a café, a handsome widower begins to chip away at the walls she’s built to protect herself.
Mark St. Clair lost his wife two years ago in a tragic accident. Head of the grand St. Clair resort, he distracts himself from his lingering grief by running the family business and caring for his troubled young daughter...until a beautiful restaurateur sets up shop in town. Before meeting Samantha, Mark was convinced he could never be drawn to another woman. But as his attraction to Samantha grows, the mystery surrounding her deepens.
As the two begin a hesitant courtship, double perils emerge. Someone from Samantha’s lurid past comes calling, threatening to expose her. And a powerful hurricane is forming in the Atlantic with the small beach town in its path. Trapped in the storm by the brutal man who wants vengeance on Samantha, she and Mark must fight for their lives.
On Sale in Digital and Print: October 20, 2015
Amazon B&N
Kobo iBooks
Add BEFORE THE STORM to your TBR pile on Goodreads !
BEFORE THE STORM EXCERPT
The Sea King Motor Court sat off the two-lane highway heading inland out of Rarity Cove. A good four miles from the beach, the one-story, painted cinderblock structure was outdated and somewhat run-down, with a small swimming pool surrounded by a chain-link fence next to the parking lot. Samantha walked past the unoccupied, darkened pool, clutching her purse that contained Lenny’s payoff.
Room six. She stood outside it and reminded herself to breathe. But her courage felt shattered, like so many broken shell fragments washed up along the shore. The porch light beside the door had either burned out or been purposely extinguished. If not for the moon overhead and the iridescent, droning orange of the motel signage, she would be in eerie darkness.
Nearly choking on dread, Samantha knocked. As she waited, her fingers roamed inside her purse until she felt the handle of the kitchen knife she’d brought with her from Café Bella. If Lenny tried to take more than the money, if he grabbed her and tried to force her…
Samantha shivered despite the evening’s humidity. Jittery, she knocked again, louder this time.
The muffled blare of a television came from another of the guest rooms. But the one in front of her remained silent. Samantha glanced at her wristwatch, checking the time again. Five minutes past eleven. An eighteen-wheeler pulled into the parking lot, its big tires crunching over gravel. It came to a stop at the far side of the motel. A driver wearing cowboy boots, jeans and a baseball cap climbed down from the cab. The man approached and nodded politely at her as he traveled past, then disappeared inside one of the rooms.
Samantha knocked again on Lenny’s door, this time with the flat of her hand. Her palm smarted with the effort. But again there was no response. What kind of game was he playing?
Weak with pent-up fear and growing frustration, Samantha moved to the window and tried to peer between the slit in the closed curtains. But the room’s interior appeared dark. She sagged onto the white plastic lawn chair next to the air conditioner vent. A thin trail of water leaked from the unit across the grimy concrete stoop, reaching her leather thong sandals. She hadn’t worn the requested stripper heels.
She wondered what to do. Keep waiting? For how long? She squinted at a line of plastic flamingos planted in the motel’s patchy Bermuda grass. They called attention to a sign urging passersby to inquire about weekly rent specials.
Lenny wasn’t home, apparently. Samantha rubbed her hands over her upper arms, confused. Had he forgotten it was his payday?
That didn’t seem possible.
CELEBRATE THE RELEASE WITH A GIVEAWAY!
Grand Prize: $25 Amazon or B&N gift card
Two runners-up will receive their choice of an ebook from Leslie’s backlist a Rafflecopter giveaway
Author Bio:
Leslie Tentler is also the author of FALLEN as well as the Chasing Evil Trilogy (MIDNIGHT CALLER, MIDNIGHT FEAR and EDGE OF MIDNIGHT). She was a finalist for Best First Novel at ThrillerFest 2012, and is a two-time finalist for the Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery and Suspense. She is also the recipient of the prestigious Maggie Award of Excellence.
Leslie is a member of Romance Writers of America, International Thriller Writers, and Novelists, Inc. A native of East Tennessee, she currently resides in Atlanta
.
Connect with Leslie: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon
October 19, 2015
Rhapsody is LIVE! #romance #giveaway
A broken DEA agenta violent cartel
and one hell of a bad decision
will change everything for Lillian Maddox.
Prepare yourselves for heat, steam, grit, and one seriously hot alpha male with a dirty side.
RHAPSODY, the second book in the highly erotic Teplo Trilogy, is LIVE!
After Anton Vetrov brutally murders a young girl as a warning to Tristan Riley, the broken DEA agent believes the best thing for Lillian Maddox to do would be to stay far, far away from him. But Lillian knows a thing or two about fear, and she's not willing to let the man she loves push her away that easily. If he won't fight for them, she will... even if that means risking her life to prove she's strong enough to live in his world.Her plan ends in disaster when she's dragged out of Teplo at gunpoint, forcing Tristan onto a collision course with the Vetrov family and Pedro Francisco. With nothing left to lose except the only woman who has ever mattered to him, he will do whatever it takes to stop Vetrov and Francisco from ever hurting her again.
But he doesn't know they've been waiting for him to make his move. When he does, all hell breaks loose, and his life is on the line. It's up to Lillian and the DEA to save him, and she's terrified they won't make it in time.
Thrust headlong into a violent, bloody confrontation with the Vetrov family, Lillian comes face to the face with the heartbreaking realization that maybe she doesn't belong in Tristan's world, after all. When the smoke clears, will he be able to convince his ballerina that she's the best thing for him, or will he lose her and the chance at a real future once and for all?
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Rhapsody Excerpt
"You were talking in your sleep." He reached for her hands, twining their fingers together. She loved when he did that, and he'd taken to doing it so often lately, as if he had to have physical contact between them.
"What did I say?"
He shifted his position, leaning forward until his smiling face was an inch from hers, his lips lined with hers. She tilted her head back, urging him closer.
"You said that you love me," he breathed, his lips moving feather light across hers.
"I do."
He bumped his nose to hers. "And that you want me."
"Always." She captured his lips with hers for a minute before he pulled back, teasing her.
"Please, Tristan," he continued, his mouth moving across her cheek to her ear. She shuddered as his breath sent strands of hair tickling at her neck. "I need you," he murmured, nipping at her earlobe.
Heat twisted through her as he repeated what she'd said in her sleep.
"Harder."
"Oh," she moaned as his tongue traced the shell of her ear. He slipped one hand from hers and slid it between their bodies, his fingers dancing down her torso.
"More."
His fingers brushed over her pubic bone, his lips wrapped around the shell of her ear. She writhed atop the bed, trying to position his hand where she needed it.
"So good…."
His fingers slipped lower, brushing through her curls.
"So deep…."
"Oh," she whimpered again as one long finger slipped inside of her. She was wet already, her arousal dripping down her thighs. A sharp hiss sounded at her ear when he felt it, too. He pumped his finger inside of her before adding a second.
"Don't stop," he whispered.
She bucked her hips into his hand. The way he repeated what she'd said made her crazy. God, she was ready to reenact whatever she'd dreamed. She remembered snatches of it, brief glimpses, brief sounds, a sense of being complete, but nothing more.
He nudged her legs apart and settled between them. Her good leg lifted of its own accord, wrapping around his waist even as his fingers continued to pump tortuously slow inside of her. Her eyes fell closed on a hum of pleasure as he bent forward and captured a nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over it before moving to the other to repeat the process.
Her hips arched and retracted beneath him, matching the slow thrust of his fingers inside of her. She didn't know how she could want him so intensely so soon after the way he'd taken her in the living room four short hours before, but she did.
"No," she pleaded, protesting when he removed his fingers from her.
"Shh," he said, shifting until his cock probed at her entrance.
She wriggled restlessly, as he leaned forward, placing light kisses across her lips.
"Please, Tristan, don't stop," he breathed into her mouth.
She cried out as he pushed forward, slipping inside of her.
"Please don't ever stop," he groaned, his eyes falling closed.
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October 13, 2015
Flame (The Ragnarok Prophesies, Book 3) #romance #newadult #fantasy #teasertuesday
You remember that little ole book I've been working on forever? The one that's driven me to throw every word away and start from scratch not once, but twice? The one you've been waiting on for ages?
Well, I'm almost finished with it! To celebrate, I thought I'd share a teaser. This is not edited in any sense of the word, so be kind. :)
Betrayal has sent Arionna's world up in flames, and it's far from over. As her companions continue their desperate search for an ally, Ari finds herself fighting for control when Freki's cage shatters. She must face the fierce wolf inside, and figure out who to trust as the world around her spirals out of control. But at every turn, she learns that those she's put her faith in aren't who they seem.
When Skoll and Hati finally reveal themselves, Ari and Dace learn just how close to Ragnarok they really stand. The world balances on the edge of a blade, and one wrong move will destroy it all.
With few allies and little choice, Ari considers a desperate deal with the twin wolves to save her friends and stave off the apocalypse. Her decision changes everything for her and Dace in ways she never could have expected.
When the dust settles, will he be able to forgive her?
"Did you really think we could just let both of you carry on with your lives? Isn't it enough that we're offering your friends an entire lifetime?"
"Why?"
"You're weakening," he said, sobering. "Every new life, you weaken farther. You'll keep weakening, until eventually your bond is broken. But if one of you willingly sacrifices your life, you stop the pain. The Wheel simply stops spinning you out. Hugin made that choice, you know. Death is a small price to pay to save everyone you know and love, isn't it?"
"You're insane," I snapped as a chorus of howls went up in the distance. Dace was getting close. Too close. A sliver of ice worked its way through me at the thought of him getting here before Sköll left. What if Sköll tried to kill him? "I'll never agree to that."
"Fine." He eyed me for a long moment, his expression cold. "Then watch us kill everyone you love, one by one. We'll rip them apart, piece by piece, and scatter them across this state for you to find. Starting with Mandy Chapman. You remember her, don't you? Blonde, former cheerleader?"
Freki snarled at his threat.
"You have her."
A smile twisted his lips.
"You can save her. You can save all of them. All you have to do is agree."
No, Dace growled.
I hesitated. How could I not? For weeks, I'd been looking for a way to save everyone. For weeks, I'd said I'd give up my life if it meant everyone I cared about lived. But could I do it knowing that I would only stall them? If I agreed to this, they'd still be back in another life. They'd still thrust the world into war, killing thousands. That would still be on my hands, wouldn't it? And on Dace's?
Dace. God.
Would our bond really fade away like the rest of us? Was that even possible?
I couldn't imagine not having him or our bond, but if sacrificing myself meant he lived? If giving my life kept him and everyone I loved safe for another lifetime, could I really say no? Dace and Geri had already been through so much. Fighting this war was slowly killing them both. If I could give them peace, a lifetime where they didn't remember me and Freki, where we weren't holding them back...could I do it?
It's not an option, he snapped, his fury beating at me like wings. You are not agreeing to this.
Another chorus of howls went up from the trees as if in agreement with his statement. Maybe the pack did agree with him. But would Ronan? Would Chelle and Beth? Would my dad?
"I need time to think about it," I said, licking my lips. My eyes drifted to Sköll as a wave of pain swept through me from Dace. I steeled myself against it, fighting the tears welling in my eyes. This was my decision to make.
He'd forgive me for that eventually...right?
Well, I'm almost finished with it! To celebrate, I thought I'd share a teaser. This is not edited in any sense of the word, so be kind. :)
Betrayal has sent Arionna's world up in flames, and it's far from over. As her companions continue their desperate search for an ally, Ari finds herself fighting for control when Freki's cage shatters. She must face the fierce wolf inside, and figure out who to trust as the world around her spirals out of control. But at every turn, she learns that those she's put her faith in aren't who they seem.
When Skoll and Hati finally reveal themselves, Ari and Dace learn just how close to Ragnarok they really stand. The world balances on the edge of a blade, and one wrong move will destroy it all.
With few allies and little choice, Ari considers a desperate deal with the twin wolves to save her friends and stave off the apocalypse. Her decision changes everything for her and Dace in ways she never could have expected.
When the dust settles, will he be able to forgive her?
"Did you really think we could just let both of you carry on with your lives? Isn't it enough that we're offering your friends an entire lifetime?""Why?"
"You're weakening," he said, sobering. "Every new life, you weaken farther. You'll keep weakening, until eventually your bond is broken. But if one of you willingly sacrifices your life, you stop the pain. The Wheel simply stops spinning you out. Hugin made that choice, you know. Death is a small price to pay to save everyone you know and love, isn't it?"
"You're insane," I snapped as a chorus of howls went up in the distance. Dace was getting close. Too close. A sliver of ice worked its way through me at the thought of him getting here before Sköll left. What if Sköll tried to kill him? "I'll never agree to that."
"Fine." He eyed me for a long moment, his expression cold. "Then watch us kill everyone you love, one by one. We'll rip them apart, piece by piece, and scatter them across this state for you to find. Starting with Mandy Chapman. You remember her, don't you? Blonde, former cheerleader?"
Freki snarled at his threat.
"You have her."
A smile twisted his lips.
"You can save her. You can save all of them. All you have to do is agree."
No, Dace growled.
I hesitated. How could I not? For weeks, I'd been looking for a way to save everyone. For weeks, I'd said I'd give up my life if it meant everyone I cared about lived. But could I do it knowing that I would only stall them? If I agreed to this, they'd still be back in another life. They'd still thrust the world into war, killing thousands. That would still be on my hands, wouldn't it? And on Dace's?
Dace. God.
Would our bond really fade away like the rest of us? Was that even possible?
I couldn't imagine not having him or our bond, but if sacrificing myself meant he lived? If giving my life kept him and everyone I loved safe for another lifetime, could I really say no? Dace and Geri had already been through so much. Fighting this war was slowly killing them both. If I could give them peace, a lifetime where they didn't remember me and Freki, where we weren't holding them back...could I do it?
It's not an option, he snapped, his fury beating at me like wings. You are not agreeing to this.
Another chorus of howls went up from the trees as if in agreement with his statement. Maybe the pack did agree with him. But would Ronan? Would Chelle and Beth? Would my dad?
"I need time to think about it," I said, licking my lips. My eyes drifted to Sköll as a wave of pain swept through me from Dace. I steeled myself against it, fighting the tears welling in my eyes. This was my decision to make.
He'd forgive me for that eventually...right?
October 12, 2015
Twitter Pitch Parties... Do They Work? #writing #writingtips
I was recently asked if Twitter Pitch Parties are worth the stress that comes with paring your novel down to a single 140 character tweet. I told my friend that I'm a big advocate of Twitter Pitch Parties for several reasons, which I will get to in a minute.But first, for those who don't know, a Twitter Pitch Party is an event in which you pitch your novel to agents and editors using 140 characters and party approved hashtags. Readers and writers who like your pitch will retweet it, increasing the likelihood of agents and editor seeing it. Those agents/editors who like the pitch and want to see more will favorite it, and provide instructions on how you can submit directly to them. This allows you to bypass the slush pile, getting your manuscript into the hands of decision-makers earlier than you might otherwise.
There are typically rules involved in a Pitch Party... for instance, you have to use the Party tag (ie: #pitchmas, #pitmad, #pit2pub) and you have to include a genre tag (ie: #pnr for paranormal romance, #mg for middle grade, #a for adult). You can also only post your pitch so many times an hour during the event (most parties I've seen or participated in set this limit at two per hour). If you go over, the moderators will tell you to knock it off, and you could risk your shot at receiving submission requests (by annoying the agents/editors). Check with each individual Pitch Party for their rules and approved hashtags.
I participated in the #pit2pub party back in July of this year, pitching STRICKEN, a New Adult paranormal romance. Here are the two pitches I used:
#pit2pub When Nephilim warrior Killian begins falling for Aubrey, a human, he'll do anything to save her life... even damn himself. #NA #PNR
#pit2pub Aubrey ran from Killian's world once. Now she has to help him save it, and more than her heart is on the line this time. #NA #PNR
At the end of the event, I'd received ten submission requests, which ultimately led to three separate publication offers. I signed STRICKEN with a house shortly thereafter. Due to unforeseen circumstances at the publisher, which resulted in all newly acquired manuscripts being returned, the novel is now making the rounds with a few of the other houses who requested during the event.
So, are the events worth it? Absolutely!
Twitter Pitch Parties get your work in front of agents/editors. - This is a big deal. Most publishers and agents receive hundreds of submissions a month. Getting through each of them in a timely manner is impossible. But with a Twitter Pitch Party, your submission gets bumped up above all those unsolicited manuscripts and queries sitting in their inboxes. You're no longer in the slush pile. Yay!
Feedback - Not only do you get your manuscript in front of the right people, but many of them are willing to give you feedback that you might not have received otherwise. If you participate in the larger events associated with the parties (see below for more on that), you have an opportunity to receive a lot of helpful feedback. They'll tell you what they liked, what they didn't like, and perhaps even what you need to do to fix the issues. That's incredibly helpful to any writer. You also receive instant feedback from readers and writers. If they like your pitch, they'll tell you so. If you receive no interest at all, perhaps you need to rethink how you're pitching your novel. You'll also know if someone else is pitching something very much like yours... this is helpful in tweaking your queries and pitches so it's not the "same old, same old" hitting inboxes.
Networking - Meeting new people in the industry is never a bad thing. Pitch Parties gather a lot of attention from agents, editors, readers, writers, and others all using the same hashtag. While you shouldn't tweet an agent/editor directly during the Pitch Party unless they tweet to you first (it's usually against the rules), you get to familiarize yourself with people at literary agencies and publishing houses. Say hello when the competition is over.
They're fun - Not only do you get to pitch your novel, but you get to read the pitches of your friends and peers, and help get your favorites noticed. Being exposed to what others are writing is never a bad thing. Nor is helping your favorite writers with a retweet!
How do you find and participate in a Pitch Party?
Most Pitch Parties are a small part of larger pitching events in which a set number of short pitches (generally in the 35 word range) are accepted during the submission round. You can be paired up with a mentor to help tweak your pitch or moderators/readers/etc will post feedback. Your honed pitch is then put in front of agents and editors who ask questions and request those they want to see more of.
You can participate in these larger events, or you can opt to participate only in the party portion. It's really up to you. Since only a select number of submitted pitches are accepted in the larger associated events, the pitch parties are a great way to allow those who didn't make it through the larger event to participate.
Here is a short list of some of my favorite events:
#pitchmas (typically runs in December of each year)
#pitmad (typically held twice a year)
#pitchslam (held twice a year)
#pit2pub (a Twitter only pitch party)
In 2016, I will also be helping to host #sonofapitch alongside some of my favorite authors and editors. I'll share more news on that later. :)
If you haven't given a Pitch Party a shot, go for it! Dust off your polished, completed manuscripts, hammer down that perfect pitch, and share it during the next competition. Who knows? You might just get that contract offer out of it.
True Love Doesn't Hurt #domesticviolence #allfallsdown #domesticviolenceawareness
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month.For those that don't know already, I wrote All Falls Down and All Cried Out in honor of Cassie Combs, an eighteen year old single mom who died at the hands of her abuser. He never went to jail,. and it changed so many lives in so many ways.
Like Cassie, Savannah Martin knows what domestic violence is like. Except, with Jared Corbit's help, her story turns out differently than my friend's did. Getting to that happily ever after isn't easy for any victim though, including Savannah.
The long-term effects of domestic violence continues to impact victims and their families mentally, emotionally, and physically long after the abuse stops. The All Falls Down duo tells that side of the story from Savannah and Jared's perspectives.
To help honor women like Cassie and Savannah and bring attention to the seriousness of domestic violence, both All Falls Down and All Cried Out are on sale during Domestic Violence Awareness Month this month, for .99c and $1.99, respectively. 25% of proceeds for the duo goes to the National Domestic Violence Hotline. An additional 25% goes to Cassie's sister.
I hope you'll give the books a shot or pass them on. And please do consider making a donation of your own to the National Domestic Violence Hotline.
On Amazon:
ALL FALLS DOWN | ALL CRIED OUT
ALL FALLS DOWN - When Savannah Martin walks in on her abusive boyfriend and her best friend in bed together, she thinks life can't possibly get any worse. And then she wakes up in a hospital in Italy, scared and alone. With nowhere left to go, Savannah runs to the family who took her in when her mother abandoned her as a teenager.But things aren't as simple as they were then.
For starters, two years of constant emotional and verbal abuse has broken Savannah in ways she's not sure can be repaired. And patriarch Matthew Talbot has been murdered, leaving his eldest daughter, Lexi, in charge of a global non-profit and her younger sisters.
Jared Corbit, Lexi's gorgeous boyfriend, is the only thing standing between her and whoever murdered her father. That doesn't stop Savannah from falling in love with him. She knows it's wrong, but she just can't stay away from him when he makes he feel like no one else ever has before
Finding out his relationship with Lexi is a ruse should make things easier, but when the truth is finally revealed, Savannah's fragile world threatens to fall apart. There's a murderer on the loose, and he's gunning for the only family she has. To save their lives, she and Jared will be forced to make a decision that just might destroy her completely.
How is she supposed to let the man she loves be with another woman?
ALL CRIED OUT - With Jared Corbit and Savannah Martin's wedding day quickly approaching, everything should be golden, but their trouble has only just begun. When the media learns of the damage Stewart Paulson has inflicted on the Talbot family, Savannah and Jared get caught in the cross-hairs.
Even worse, the past has caught up with Savannah in a big way, and nothing will prepare her or Jared for the danger headed their way or the devastating decisions they'll be forced to make as a result.
Jared's determined to protect his fiancée from the people milling in the shadows, but good intentions only go so far. When Savannah learns the truth he's desperately trying to keep from her, their future together begins to unravel.
How can Savannah trust him when he's lying to her? And just how far is he willing to go to protect the woman he loves from her past?
October 8, 2015
#NationalPoetryDay
A million or so years ago, I won several awards for poetry. I have't written much of it in the last handful of years, but I absolutely love to read it. Since today is National Poetry Day, I thought I'd share one I wrote, and a couple of my all-time favorites.
Enjoy!
Autumn Leaf Falling by Abe Wonder
by Ayden Morgen
Floating through the air
the leaf cries out silently
with its head held high
Swaying through the sky,
the leaf stumbles and falls down,
to rise again
Tumbling and swirling
the leaf bows his head humbly,
accepting life. Darkness
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.
Invictus
by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. Desiderata
By Max Ehrman
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy
Enjoy!
Autumn Leaf Falling by Abe Wonderby Ayden Morgen
Floating through the air
the leaf cries out silently
with its head held high
Swaying through the sky,
the leaf stumbles and falls down,
to rise again
Tumbling and swirling
the leaf bows his head humbly,
accepting life. Darkness
BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.
Invictusby William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. Desiderata
By Max Ehrman
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be critical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be careful. Strive to be happy
October 5, 2015
New Release: A Rebel in Jericho by @thewritingMimi #romance #historical #excerpt
Join the Resistance!The first book in a new historical romance series, A REBEL IN JERICHO, is a suspenseful Wild West adventure with an abduction, border battles and Mexican saloons! Check out this novel from debut author Mimi Milan where two people learn that love, courage and faith are all they need to face the trials of the West.
To learn more about Mimi Milan check out her website!
Giveaway:
Grand Prize: 1 Winner will win a $25 gift card to Amazon
About A REBAL IN JERICHO
After years of preparing for marriage, Catalina Santé is interested in little more than making a good match. And why not? She’s young, beautiful, educated… everything a wealthy man should want. However, a tragic accident will leave her with less than a marriage proposal—she’s fighting for her very life!
Matthew Martin spends most of his time just trying to fit into American society. It’s one of the reasons he became a deputy. Willing to risk it all in order to protect Catalina, he can’t imagine what that entails… until she’s abducted and sold to a Mexican saloon, where a border battle rages between two towns.
Can love and faith survive in such a harsh place? Will Matthew even be able to save Catalina?
On Sale in Digital Now:
See what other readers are saying about A REBEL IN JERICHO:
“Romance, intrigue and danger! It’s an exciting adventure as the reader joins Catalina on her perilous journey through the underbelly of Mexico’s dark side.” – Patricia Highton
“A delightful blend of drama, romance, and self-discovery.” – Tiffany Matus
Excerpt:“A penny for your thoughts?” Catalina regretted asking almost as soon as the words were out. The less she knew about him, the better. Right?Continuing to lean against the side, Matthew gave her a once-over.
He decided to have a little fun with her.
“Only a penny? Is that what people are charging nowadays? Not me. My thoughts are worth a whole nickel.” The laughter in his tone danced in his playful eyes, their brilliance shining like blue gems. A slow, infectious grin spread across Matthew’s face. He looked like a mischievous little boy who was trying to buy his way out of trouble after being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Catalina bit her lip in a desperate attempt to remain serious, but it was of little use.
Charmed by her softened features, Matthew took a slow step towards her. He raised a tentative hand and pushed back a curl that had worked its way loose.
Catalina’s breath stilled as the light touch of his fingers slowly trailed along her cheek. Her beautiful eyes and full mouth were almost irresistible, and he wondered if she tasted as sweet as she looked.
Unasked questions blazed from his eyes, making the cage that she was trying to construct around her heart unhinge. The sudden attraction hit her hard. She forced herself to look away and break the spell. Falling for her escort was not part of the plan.
“Look!” Catalina pointed towards the bank. “We’re just about there.”
“Then I guess we best get back to the car.” Disappointment laced his words. She didn’t have any romantic notions about him, so he best leave it at just friends.
No more goo-goo eyes.
“It shouldn’t take too long to get it started.” He picked up the conversation again as he paced back to the car with a determined step. “It’s warm out. So she doesn’t need to be cranked or anything.”
Catalina questioned his sudden change in mood. She was grateful at the flow of normal conversation between them. Still, it felt like something was suddenly missing. “Well, I suppose that’s a good thing.” She plodded along behind him, dissatisfied when they reached the Model T.
He took her hand and helped her up and into the front seat. “Shouldn’t I ride in the—”
“You’ll get a better view of things while we’re driving from up here.” He cut her off, patting the hood of the car for emphasis – a friendly grin that promised an exciting ride. After all, it was a long trip to Nogales. “Besides, it’ll be more fun.”
More fun? Hmmm...more trouble maybe. Definitely more dangerous.
Add A REBEL IN JERICHO to your TBR pile on Goodreads!
Author Bio:
Mimi Milan spent two decades scribbling away in notebooks before realizing that her life’s calling was to write. So she returned from Mexico and attended the University of North Carolina at Charlotte, majoring in Creative Writing and minoring in Film. She currently resides in the suburbs of Charlotte, making time for God, family and imaginary friends.
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