Saturday, March 18, 2017

Brides of Prophecy 5 is now available for PreOrder!!!


Hey everyone! I'm hard at work on Brides of Prophecy Book 5. My readers voted on the winning title, Pleading Rapture.

It comes out June 13th!

Here's the rough blurb:

Infamous metal band, Rage of Angels have returned at last, and it’s not just their fans who have been waiting for them.

Aurora Lee is in triple trouble as she has to handle a lawsuit against her band, cope with excruciating attraction to their hot vampire lawyer, Tony Salazar, and recruit an army to fight an impending war. To make matters worse, Tony’s old enemies lurk in the shadows, threatening everyone they hold dear.

 
 
Preorder!

 

Monday, February 27, 2017

Spokane area readers, Come see me on Saturday!


Hey everyone! On Saturday I'll be at the booksigning, Spicy in Spokane with lots of books and swag.

There's also going to be a fabulous lunch AND dinner! You can get tickets for those, or just for the signing HERE.

You can also check out the Facebook group here!

I hope to see you there!

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Night Owl Reviews Scavenger Hunt!


Night Owl Reviews Web Hunt

Hi Readers,

I've got a treat for you. I'm one of the sponsors of the Night Owl Reviews A TEA PARTY & BOOKS Scavenger Hunt.

During this event I'm going to help you find some great new books. Make sure to check my featured title, Wynter's Bite, out along the way.

The grand prize is a $100 Amazon Gift Card. The total prize pool is over $1000.
Here are the details!

A Tea Party & Books Scavenger Hunt 2017

This event starts on FEB 16 and ends MAR 8.

Over 40 authors have come together to bring you this scavenger hunt event. Each has donated $25 towards prizes in the A Tea & Books Scavenger Hunt!

This is your opportunity to find out about some new books, new authors and to win awesome Amazon cards.

It's time to get into the bookish spirit. All Amazon cards will be purchased via the Amazon.com website. This contest is open worldwide. Void where prohibited.

Grand Prize: $100 Amazon eGift Card

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I've never participated in one of these so, I'm excited! 

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

WYNTER'S BITE is here! Excerpt and giveaway!



Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
I am so excited to announce that Wynter's Bite is here at last!
You can get it on:
This book was a ton of fun to write. The hero, Justus de Wynter was the villain in the previous book, HIS RUTHLESS BITE. But once I discovered that his motives were out of love, his book HAD to be next!
So far, the advanced reviews have been so wonderful that I am constantly blushing.
In other happy news, another book reviewer has listed two of my books in her list of favorite couples! Klement and Katana from WITH VENGEANCE and Rafe and Cassandra from BITE AT FIRST SIGHT! Even cooler? She's having a big giveaway where you can win a $25 Amazon Gift Card and other goodies by voting on your favorite of her list.
Whichever couple gets the most votes gets their book featured for a whole year! I hardly ever win those sort of things, but if you want to head over there and vote for one of my couples, you'd be a darling! Go HERE to enter!
Now I think it's time for a giveaway of my own.

To win an e-copy of Wynter's Bite, simply leave a comment telling me your favorite jail-break/ escape story!  

In the meantime, here's a never before read excerpt!

 Bethany searched the Willoughbys’ drawing room, clutching her reticule so tightly her knuckles went white. Lord de Wynter said he would be here and tonight they would discuss the book… in private. She couldn’t help but tremble at the thought of being alone with him, perhaps anticipating that more than the prospect of literary discourse.
The setting sun shone through the glass of the French doors, casting a tinge of gold to everything, reminding Bethany of her imaginings of the faerie kingdom of Gloriana… though she knew who that character was truly supposed to represent. Still, Spenser’s epic held so much whimsy that she couldn’t help but imagine a truly fey monarch. She kept both the book and that sentiment hidden from her father.
Oh, she could not wait to talk to Lord de Wynter about the book. He’d understand.
As darkness fell and people around her chattered in anticipation of the fireworks, Bethany’s mother dragged her hither and thither through the assemblage, introducing her to every affluent gentleman in attendance.
None of them were interested in spending longer than necessary in her company, and that was quite agreeable with Bethany. There was only one man she whose company she wished to share this evening. Yet the bustling room palpably lacked his presence.
Was it possible that he’d found some other diversion? She’d heard that he spent a lot of time at the Medway Inn, playing cards and dice, as well as attending certain more raucous parties hosted by less reputable members of Society. Why should he decline such amusing pursuits to be with her?
Yes, he’d probably changed his mind about coming. Lord Darkwood’s manor was nearby and would have nearly as good a view of the fireworks. So perhaps de Wynter had—
There he was! Bethany’s heart surged in response to see Lord de Wynter’s lithe form stalking around the masses, pausing to exchange a polite greeting when necessary, while he was clearly making his way towards her. Every other step, he flashed her a conspiratorial glance, as if they shared a huge secret. A delicious thrill tremored through her body.
When he reached her side, Bethany withdrew the book from her reticule and handed it to him. Pleasure curled her toes as once more their fingers grazed each other. “Thank you for loaning me the book, my lord.”
“It was my pleasure.” His eyes swept over her face and form, seeming to caress her with an invisible tongue of flame.
Just then, Lady Willoughby announced that it was time to gather on the front lawn to view the illuminations. Those who were elderly or infirm watched from the balconies, where comfortable chairs had been set out for them.
“Follow my lead,” de Wynter whispered with an impish smile.
With that, he wove through the masses with unobtrusive slowness, excusing himself with a quiet mutter that made people let him pass without truly noticing him. Bethany did her best to imitate him, though for her, avoiding attention was much easier, being a wallflower ever since her first ball.
She caught a glimpse of Rebecca and her friends with their beaux. The group had ignored her ever since she’d told them about her dance with Lord de Wynter. At first, Bethany thought they were merely preoccupied, now she was beginning to suspect that they didn’t like her.
But as she followed de Wynter, casting a shamefully pleasing glance at his backside, snugly encased in buff trousers, Bethany decided she didn’t care what they thought of her.
While everyone else made their way to the front lawn, de Wynter strode off into the azalea garden. After a quick glance over her shoulder to make certain no one was watching, Bethany ducked under a leafy bower behind him. Anticipation flooded her being, making even the air feel alive on her skin.
He sat on a stone bench and patted the marble surface beside him. Bethany joined him, legs suddenly turned to custard. It was so dark in here that they were veritably blanketed in shadows, the intimacy palpable and warm. Even in the darkness, his hair glinted like banked coals. Her fingers twisted in her lap in effort to resist touching those fiery tresses.
To break up the heavy silence, Bethany shakily began the conversation. “I am grateful that you arranged for us to discuss the book, my lord. I finished it only yesterday.”
His arched lips curved with a pleased smile that warmed her to her toes. “Please, call me Justus.”
“Oh, I couldn’t.” Heat flooded her face at the sound of his name. There was something so beautiful, so noble about it. “My mother would have the vapors if she heard me call a man by his Christian name.”
He nodded in understanding. “At least when we are alone then.”
“Very well, Justus.” Her belly tilted at the sound of his name. “Then in such cases, you may call me Bethany.” The words tumbled out, improper as they were.
“Good. Now that we have that settled, Bethany,” he said, “what did you think of the book?”
“At first, I thought I wouldn’t care for it,” she admitted, shivering slightly at that masculine voice uttering her name. “The incessant and undisguised praise for Queen Elizabeth grew tiresome.”
Justus quirked a brow. “Caught that, did you?” Impatient shouts echoed from the lawn outside their bower as Lord Willoughby’s servants prepared the fireworks.
“Who could miss such sycophantic symbolism? Queen Gloriana?” She chuckled. “I understand that her patronage was needed, but at least Shakespeare managed better subtlety.”
Lord de Wynter nodded. “As well as the love of the commons.” He leaned forward, so close that she could almost make out the vivid green of his eyes. Inwardly, she cursed the darkness even as she knew the shadows kept them hidden. “But you said you thought you wouldn’t care for it.”
Bethany nodded, praying he couldn’t see how his proximity was making her blush. “I greatly enjoyed the magic and the fact that there was always something happening. And the romance…” Heat rose to her cheeks and she quickly changed the subject before he thought she sounded like a silly girl. “Although I confess I felt bad for that blind girl and her mother living alone. I understand why they could not afford to shelter Una and her companions. I was even sad that the church robber was killed by the lion. Although stealing is wrong, that was their only source of support. What?” she broke off as Justus’s shoulders shook with laughter.
“That scene, the whole book in fact, was an allegory. In those days, the Catholic church was the biggest thief of all. Of course, I wasn’t around back then, but my— He broke off suddenly with a frown, then recovered his thoughts with a quick shake of his head. “I’ve read much about the time period.”
“Of course!” Bethany breathed, feeling like the biggest hen-wit. “After what Elizabeth’s sister, Mary, put the people through with her persecution of Anglicans, no wonder Catholics would be painted as villains. You must think me a fool.”
“Not at all,” Justus placed his hand over hers, impossibly warm in the cool of the garden. “I confess that it is a joy to speak with someone who can read a story as a story, not picking it apart for every little symbol and entrenched bias.” He leaned forward on the bench and reached up to cup her cheek. “You are a remarkable person, Bethany.”
“So are you,” she whispered, captivated by his fey beauty and husky voice. The first explosion made her jump and gasp as the sky above them erupted with a halo of red light. Justus pulled her closer and she laughed in embarrassment as cheers echoed from the lawn.
Her heart pounded in her throat as his head dipped lower and his lips brushed across hers.
Heat exploded in her belly at the chaste kiss, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. Head swimming with dizziness, Bethany grasped his shoulders to keep from toppling off of the bench. Justus’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his firm chest, his lips caressing hers with intoxicating fervor.
When he drew back, Bethany felt as if something vital had been snatched away from her. Another firework lit up the sky with a boom and Justus’s eyes glowed like green embers as he suddenly leaned towards her once more. Her breath caught in her throat, a shiver of primal alarm crawling up her spine. But instead of kissing her again, his mouth lightly touched her neck.
She gasped at the sparking sensation and Justus drew back as if burned. His long red hair hung unfashionably loose, hiding his face. His broad shoulders moved up and down with his deep breathing as if he were struggling to tame something savage within.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped. “That was extremely ungentlemanly of me. Can you forgive me?”
When he raised his imploring eyes to hers, she saw that they weren’t glowing at all. They must have been reflecting the fireworks. What a ninny she was for momentarily thinking otherwise.
“Of course I forgive you,” she whispered. “It is not as if I have been behaving in the most ladylike manner. Besides, I have always wondered what it is like to be kissed.” She snapped her mouth closed at such an outrageous confession, but it was too late.
“And?” he whispered back.
She frowned. “And what?”
His lips arched in a wicked smile. “How was the experience?”
“Incredible,” she couldn’t stop herself from answering. “So much more than what the novels depict.”
His grin broadened, tempting beyond reason. “That tempts me to do it again.”

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Friday, February 3, 2017

I Quit! And other News!




Don't worry, I didn't quit writing. I quit my day job. Today is my last day at a place that I affectionately referred to as the seventh circle of hell.


I took my job at a call center because I was jobless and homeless at the time and had no choice. Of course, when they'd originally put me in the sales and service department in what we know as "the loud floor," I didn't think I was going to make it. I have severe PTSD and crowds, loud noises, and yelling customers set me into a panic attack. Even after my doctor doubled my medication, my hair was falling out, I was vomiting constantly, and I had trouble breathing. One of the supervisors saw my plight and talked to another one, who brought me down to a more peaceful department where I was able to continue to pursue my career and gain success as a full time author.


Not only that, but this boss helped eliminate another big factor of my stress. He changed my schedule to accomodate my custody arrangement with my son, so I could spend as much time with him as possible.


Even better, my floor supervisors were also very patient and understanding when my anxiety was up and I wasn't at my best. The final blessing has been my coworkers. They humbled me with their kindness and make being in a cubicle bearable.

They are part of why I stayed so long. I have never in my life had such kind and awesome coworkers. Like Kaitlin who would bring me food and tea when I'd forget (or be too broke) to bring lunch, Linda, who made me an awesome kitty pen holder (it's at home on my desk), Merri, who gives me surprise Red Bull and spoils us all with doughnuts, Dena, who made me fantastic cookies, and Candy who brought me a farewell cake and gorgeous journal. And then they all almost made me cry with a lovely card you all signed. Oh and thank you to Summer for featuring my books in the company  Newsletter!



I am not leaving because I've become a mega bestseller (which was my original goal) but because I picked up a stay at home job where I can better work on my writing career.


But I am hella excited to get out of here and get more books written for you all to enjoy.


OTHER NEWS!


This actually relates to my day job rant. One of my coworkers told a friend about my books (the best way to help me!) and her friend is an artist and drew this amazing picture of Akasha from Wrenching Fate! (Free on Amazon and everywhere else ebooks are sold)






What's to come.


Well, first off, Wynter's Bite is releasing on Valentine's Day.











After that I'll be taking part in the Night Owl Reviews Scavenger hunt. (Details are on the home page on the right side)

Then in March I will be at the Spicy in Spokane book signing and convention. Tickets are only ten bucks if you want to come by and meet me!

March 4th 2017: Spicy in Spokane


Details:

Join the Facebook Group to learn more!
Buy Tickets!</

Most importantly, I plan to get a lot more writing done. Next on my list is my next Brides of Prophecy book, and after that, more Hearts of Metal!

So be sure to stay tuned because I think this is going to be an exciting year!



Saturday, January 14, 2017

One more month!!!




That's right, only one more month until Wynter's Bite comes out!

You can Preorder Wynter's Bite on:

And to celebrate, I thought I'd give you all an excerpt. My newsletter readers got to check it out first, so if you want this kind of stuff from me early, sign up here!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the excerpt and are excited about the book. I'm heading back to my writing cave, so I hope you all have a great weekend!

Chapter One:
Morningside Asylum for Lunatics
Manchester, England, May 1825

Bethany Mead cringed against the stone wall of her cell. Greeves was guarding the female ward this night. She hated Greeves. The way he looked at her, like he could see through her shift, the way he held her too long when guiding her back to her cell, all filled her entire being with sick dread. She’d been in this hell long enough to know what unscrupulous guards did to female— and sometimes male— patients.
“I’ve got most delightful news, love.” The guard spat through the bars. The man was incapable of speaking without emitting a shower of spittle. “The good doctor will be taking a holiday at week’s end. That means we’ll have more time in private to get to know each other better, you and I.”
Bethany made a small choking sound, but knew better than to scream. That would only get her thrown in the quiet room for at least two days. Doctor Keene may have thus far kept her safe from being violated, but his prescribed treatments for her hysteria were agonizing. She was rarely allowed outside, never allowed to read a newspaper, and could only read novels that the doctor had perused and decided they would not “overstimulate” her. That resulted in very insipid reading material. The most passion she’d read was a kiss on a gloved hand. The most intimate touch, the hero lifting the heroine from her horse.
Never could she read of heated embraces that lingered in her memory. Never could she read of kisses that inflamed her dreams.
So Bethany often pushed the dull romantic novels to the side and accepted the equally dismal literary novels offered to her, full of dull musings, but no story. Though every once in awhile, Eleanor, another patient, would smuggle her gothic novels and stories. Bethany’s favorites had been written by Alan Winters, who was reputed to actually be the Duchess of Burnrath. She had been captivated by the tales of ghosts and witches and had been distraught when Dr. Keene caught her poring over them and tossed her back in the quiet room.
For Bethany was absolutely forbidden from speaking, hearing, or reading anything about the supernatural, especially vampires.
Never vampires.
After all, that was what had landed her in this prison in the first place.
Greeves’s sibilant voice pierced her musings. “That’s what I like about you. Yer so quiet. I wager you’ll be quiet when I have ye as well. But I’ll try to get some noise out of ye.”
Nauseas roiled through her belly at the thought of Greeves’s filthy hands on her body. She’d once planned on giving her maidenhood to a dashing, crimson-haired viscount whom she’d believed had loved her, a man of secrets and dark magic beyond her most fervent imaginings. Now, after eight years of hell, her virtue would go to this wretched lout.
Eight years. The words scratched her mind like a fork on slate. Had she really been here that long? The first four years hadn’t been so bad, as her parents sent money to ensure she had a decent room and meals, and her mother came to visit from time to time. But once they had the son they always wanted, the money and visits stopped. She hadn’t even received a letter in over three years. And without funding, Bethany had been moved to the pauper’s wing, subject to rougher patients and lecherous guards.
Bethany cringed as Greeves leered at her. More than ever she longed to leave this place.
Tears burned hot on her cheeks and a strangled sob tore from her throat.
“Oh yes.” Greeves clasped his hands together. “I like it when you—”
He halted abruptly when Doctor Keene came ’round the hall. “How is Miss Mead this evening?”
Greeves cast her a smirk before turning to face the doctor. “Overwrought, it seems. I tried to comfort her, but she won’t have it.”
“Oh?” Keene lowered his spectacles and peered at Bethany. “I’ll see to her then. You run along and make sure the doors are locked before you return to your station.”
“Very good, Sir,” Greeves replied before tipping Bethany a wink on his way out.
Dr. Keene opened her cell door and approached her, brows drawn together with concern. “What ails you, Miss Mead?”
Bethany bit her lip. Keene had already dismissed her complaints about Greeves, and if he thought she was having hysterics, he’d lock her up in the quiet room for a day or two. She hated the quiet room, a small, coffin-like chamber that isolated her from all light and sound.
“Very little, Doctor.” She forced herself to smile. “I am only missing my mother.” She wiped the tears from her eyes. “I feel better already.”
Dr. Keene regarded her with a skeptical frown as he patted her on the shoulder. “Are you certain? Your hands are shaking. Perhaps you should spend some time in the quiet room.”
Bethany shook her head vigorously. “I only need some rest. I will go to bed now.”
Keene smiled and reached into his pocket. “Yes, rest is the cure for many things. A dram of my soothing tonic will help you sleep.”
She bit back a grimace. Keene’s tonic was anything but soothing, making her feel off kilter and sometimes bringing her hallucinations and vivid nightmares if he felt a higher dose was necessary. But the doctor had neatly manipulated her into making a choice, the tonic, or the quiet room.
“Whatever you think is best, Doctor,” she said as demurely as possible.
Thankfully, he only gave her one teaspoon of the bitter potion instead of two. One time he’d given her three, and Bethany had spent countless hours trapped in a barrage of bad dreams, unable to wake.
“I will look in on you tomorrow morning, Miss Mead,” Keene said as he strode out of her chamber. “If you are calm, perhaps you may take a turn through the gardens with the other ladies. Won’t that be nice? Until then, sleep well.”
The door shut with a clang that reverberated through her ears with undulating waves. Already, the tonic was taking over her senses. At least Keene had the mercy to slide the privacy panel closed on the door so Greeves couldn’t peek in at her. Bethany stumbled to the small straw-stuffed cot and sat down hard on the prickly mattress, rubbing her arms as a draft swept in through the small barred window. She’d forgotten to shutter it. But the sight of the full moon in the sky gave her comfort, reminding her that there was a world outside, a world she had faint hopes of rejoining.
Wrapping her thin wool blanket around her shoulders, Bethany twisted her fingers in her lap to distract herself from the dizzy sensations the tonic wrought. From the scratches she’d made on the wall behind her bed, it was Wednesday. Four days until Doctor Keene went on his holiday. That left her little time to come up with a plan to save her from Greeves.
She wished she knew how long Keene would be gone. If it were only for a few days, she could muster the courage to get herself thrown in the quiet room for that time. Only Nurse Bronson was trusted with the keys.
But a sennight, a fortnight? She shuddered, unable to fathom torment of that duration. Such a long time in the dark might break her. Yet what Greeves had in store may also drive her truly mad.
But her family had abandoned her, she had no funds for herself, and he never came for her like she thought he would. Justus, Lord de Wynter. Although she finally came to understand that he wasn’t a vampire. Somehow she had imagined that part, but now it seemed she had imagined Justus’s ardent love for her too. From the moment she’d been committed to the asylum, she’d believed he’d come to rescue her, to marry her as they planned. Even when Dr. Keene convinced her that Justus couldn’t have been a vampire, Bethany still thought Justus cared for her.
But as days turned into weeks, then months, then years, Bethany’s hope for Justus to rescue her gradually dried up like the last pool of water in an arid desert. He wasn’t coming. He never cared for her. He’d just been a rake like her parents had insisted.
And Bethany had paid the ultimate price for falling in love with him. Her family had thrown her in a prison and abandoned her.
Swallowing a lump in her throat, Bethany pulled the scratchy blanket tighter around her body. She needed to bring her tormented thoughts under control before the tonic turned them into nightmares.
Just as she was about to fall back on her pillow, a voice echoed in her cell.
“Bethany…”
At first she thought Greeves had returned, but then she heard the voice again, rich as marzipan, and achingly familiar.
“Bethany!”
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. It couldn’t be! As she heard a soft rapping on the bars of her window, Bethany turned and gasped as she saw a face peering in at her. Her heart clenched like a fist at the sight of crimson hair, pearl-white skin, and glittering green eyes.
A strangled cry trickled from her throat. “You’re not real.”
More than ever did she loathe Keene’s horrid tonic. What kind of evil substance was it to inspire such heartbreaking hallucinations?
The vision made a noise that sounded like a cross between a laugh and a sob. “Of course I’m real.” Arched lips curved in a small smile. “Look at me. Touch me.”
Long pale finger reached through the bars toward her. Bethany cringed back against the wall. How long would this drug delirium last? “Not real,” she whispered again.
“Then take my hand and feel for yourself.” The vision crooked his finger, beckoning her, daring her. “Come on now, I never before knew you for a coward.”
That old, not quite mocking, slightly daring tone held the same compulsion as it had in real life. Without thinking, Bethany swung her legs over her cot and slowly shuffled towards the window. Moonlight reflected on his skin, turning it luminescent and casting an angel’s nimbus over his fiery locks. If he was a hallucination, it was the most vivid one she’d ever experienced. Had Keene changed the recipe of his tonic?
With trembling hands, she reached out to touch the long fingers outstretched towards her. Warm and firm, they slid across her skin with solid tangibility. Frissons of electricity sparked at his touch, just as when they’d first met that fateful night long ago.
Once more, she dared to meet his eyes and study the face that had haunted her dreams. As if transported back in time, she saw the same love, longing, and touch of melancholy in his gaze that had lingered in those green depths the night he asked for her hand.
“Justus?” she whispered.
“Yes, Bethany.” His lips curved in a broad grin. White fangs gleamed in the moonlight. “I’ve come to take you out of here.”
Blood roared through her ears before the world went black as pitch.

Monday, January 2, 2017

My Goals for 2017



Happy New Year, everyone!


Now's the time to document my goals for the year. I met most of last year's goals, so I'm fairly optimistic about most of these, daunting as they are. I intend for this year to be my most ambitious, writing-wise. I usually average 3 books a year for writing. Last year, I wrote 2 1/2 novels and one novella. This year, my goal is to write four books.


So without further ado, this is my agenda, most items with plans on how to accomplish each goal.

1.) Write thirty thousand words a month.

I don't have a pic of me writing, so here's The Hound and Freddy Krueger battling on my desk.

How will I do this?
Come up with a weekly schedule. I seem to do well with to-do lists.
Learn how to outline books. 
Currently I'm reading Save the Cat and then I'm going to check out another author's "beat sheet."
I will also schedule things like my time on social media to avoid distractions.


2.) Quit smoking


How will I do this?

My first step was to not smoke in my new car, so that I'm breaking one aspect of the habit. Next, I'll buy an e-cig and start substituting for real cigs on Saturday, Jan 7th. First it will be every other cigarette, then it will be more.

3.) Quit day job.

These will be my full time work clothes.


How will I do this?

Aside from my existing savings, part of it is my plan to produce more books, another part is the other part time job I took and part of it is...


4.) Implement a marketing plan/ schedule/ set aside funds to do so

How will I do this?

First off, I'm going to get very familiar with Google Calendar and use it religiously. Secondly, Bonnie Paulson has some amazing courses at FindingYourIndie.com and I'm going to take them.

5.) Get Little Beast back on the road

She's actually further along than this, I just haven't taken a pic in awhile.

My poor Datsun has been languishing in pieces for far too long.

How will I do this?

I already have the tools and parts. All I need to do is eke out the time.


6.)  Spend more quality time with my son

He's usually not this dapper, but oh well.

My baby boy is leaving the nest soon. He's taking driver's ed this year and we already have a truck for him. It just needs the right engine in it. We can do that together.


7.) Remember to do nice things for my boyfriend.


This man is so good to me that I don't want to lose him, so I'm making it a priority to remember to not get so lost in my work that I neglect him. It'll probably be little things like cooking him nice meals, helping him with his dishes and laundry, and giving him backrubs, but I hope it works.



Books planned:


Writing:

Hearts of Metal 5
Brides of Prophecy 5
Scandals With Bite 6
Blackwood 1. (This one's a secret.)


Release Schedule:


Scandals With Bite 5
Hearts of Metal 5
Brides of Prophecy 5
Scandals With Bite 6