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Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Forbidden Song is out on paperback? Plus chance to win an E-Copy!
Wednesday, January 10, 2018
Happy Release Day to Forbidden Song!
I hope you guys have enjoy reading this one. It was interesting making Quinn (the hero of book one) the villain in this book. But don't worry, it all makes sense considering who the heroine is.
And a huge thanks to those of you who preordered it and have reviewed previous books in the series, which not only helps me become a better writer, but makes the series more visible to readers who might like my books.
For those of you who didn't already preorder, you can get it on:
Amazon
Nook
Kobo
iBooks
Smashwords
The print edition isn't live yet, but I will post an update when it is!
Thank you so much for being one of my readers!
((Hugs))
Brooklyn Ann
Friday, January 5, 2018
Forbidden Song is available for PreOrder! Here's an Excerpt!
Forbidden Song releases January 11th and this time, you can make sure it gets to your e-reader right away.
You can get it on:
Cliff fought not to glance back at the
closed partition door as Klement talked to the roadies about the show’s
sound and lights. Christine was being quiet as a mouse, but it was only a
matter of time before the others discovered her. A twinge of worry gnawed at
his gut. He hoped Klement wouldn’t be too pissed about
his stowaway.
His
jaw clenched at the childish sentiment. Fuck Klement if he was. The guy was too
controlling with how the band worked as it was. Klement wasn’t
his father and had no say on his social life. If Klement could have his chick on the bus, Cliff
should be able to have one too. Okay, so far Christine didn’t seem interested
in being “his chick,” but he hoped that after a time he could persuade her to
change her mind. She was like a gift dropped in his lap: beautiful, smart,
sympathetic to the trials he had to face in his work. And most of all, she was a
challenge, since she wasn’t in his lap.
Not yet.
Of
course, maybe that’s where he’d fucked up with Kat. He’d just
assumed she’d tumble into his bed like the last ones. Cliff had enjoyed the
chase with his first few girlfriends, but as his fame grew, all prospect of
pursuit faded. Women lined up to be with him on any terms.
Well,
Christine had terms; that was clear. He just needed to find out what they were.
He
had a feeling he would enjoy meeting them.
Roderick
started to head towards the back of the bus. Shit. They’d only gone about twelve miles. He’d
hoped to hold off the big reveal until at least thirty, or until they were out
of cell service.
“Hey, Rod,” Cliff said, frantic to distract
him. “What did you think of Deity’s set?”
“It was pretty cool,” the drummer said, eyebrows
knitting at the abrupt question. “I liked the new song, though I haven’t made
my mind up on the percussion.”
Kat
elbowed him. “Oh, it was great and you know it. And so
romantic of him to write a song based on one of Shana’s books.”
“I suppose.” Rod snickered. “I still can’t
believe he ended up with a lady who writes bodice rippers.”
“They are not bodice rippers!” Kat shouted,
poking Rod in the chest as the roadies laughed. Cliff took a step back. He’d
learned really fast that you did not
flip Kat shit for her choice of reading material. She may be tiny, but she was
fierce.
Kat continued her tirade. “They are
historically accurate stories that have a happily-ever-after and depict strong
women who get what they want and men who encourage their empowerment. Dante’s
smart enough to see that.”
Klement
chuckled. “All right, you two. Break it up.”
Kat
sighed. “Fine. But he really should read a romance
novel before knocking them. In fact, I have one in the back that he’d—”
Cliff
intervened. “Give it up, Kat. Rod doesn’t read books
period.”
“I do too. I just don’t read fiction,” Rod
retorted, rubbing his wrist. “Anyway, my hand is killing me. I wanna grab my
compression sleeve.”
Cliff
stepped in front of the door. “Why don’t we smoke a bowl first?”
“Yeah,” chimed in Steve, the light tech.
Rod
paused. “Do you have any this time, or are you
intending on begging from Klem’s stash again?”
“I have my own,” Cliff said, trying not to
sound defensive, knowing Christine could hear. He didn’t want her to think he
was a mooch. “And I don’t beg off of him. He’s just generous.”
“I have my own too,” said Greg, the sound
engineer. “Got some sticky chronic from the weed store. God, I love Washington.”
Cliff
gave Rod a pointed look and silently blessed the roadie.
They
all settled on the bench seats and around the little kitchen table, but as
Cliff loaded a bowl, taking as much time as possible, he forgot a vital fact: Kat
didn’t smoke weed.
He
froze with the lighter in his hand as she got up from the bench seat and headed
to the partition door. “Kat, wait.”
She
stopped and turned with a quizzical look. “What? I’m just grabbing
my laptop.”
“I…um…” He scrambled for a distraction to
keep her up front, but nothing came.
She
shook her head and opened the door. Then gasped.
Cliff
flinched.
“What are you doing back here?”
Kat demanded.
“Cliff said I could tag along.” Christine’s
voice was shaky and defensive. “You know, for my research paper.”
Klement
bolted up from his seat looking furious. He met Kat in the doorway and glared
in Christine’s direction. “God damn it, Chrissy!”
Chrissy? Cliff frowned. Did Klement know her
already?
Klement
rounded on Cliff, his eyes narrowed to slits. “Quinn is going to
fucking kill you.” He closed his eyes and brushed his hand over his face as if
the world were ending. “He’s going to kill all of us.”
Cliff
blinked, confused. He’d only had two beers and no
hit off the pipe yet. “What does Quinn have to do with Christine being on the
road with us?”
Klement’s
words came like a punch in the stomach. “She’s his baby sister.”
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Publisher: Broken Angels (December 5, 2017)
Series: Scandals with Bite, 6
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Historical
One stolen kiss
When Vivian Stratford ruins her reputation by challenging a suitor to a duel, she is packed of to her great uncle’s estate until the scandal blows over. On the way, her carriage is stopped by a rakish highwayman. Vivian unsheathes her rapier and duels with the thief. He steals a kiss before disappearing into the night.
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Will change her life forever…
When Rhys discovers that the beautiful swordswoman he encountered is none other than Blackpool’s niece, he abducts her and holds her for ransom for the money to save the family farm.
While he keeps Vivian tucked away in a seaside cave, Rhys has trouble keeping his promise to leave his delectable hostage untouched.
When Vivian Stratford ruins her reputation by challenging a suitor to a duel, she is packed of to her great uncle’s estate until the scandal blows over. On the way, her carriage is stopped by a rakish highwayman. Vivian unsheathes her rapier and duels with the thief. He steals a kiss before disappearing into the night.
Rogue vampire, Rhys Berwyn, robs carriages to help his mortal descendants pay the mortgage on their farm. Sadly, he cannot steal enough to pay off the massive debt owed to the Lord Vampire of Blackpool, and time is running out before his family will be evicted.
Will change her life forever…
When Rhys discovers that the beautiful swordswoman he encountered is none other than Blackpool’s niece, he abducts her and holds her for ransom for the money to save the family farm.
While he keeps Vivian tucked away in a seaside cave, Rhys has trouble keeping his promise to leave his delectable hostage untouched.
I did a guest post on captor/captive romances over at The Book Queen's blog! Check it out HERE and enter the giveaway to enter a print copy of THE HIGHWAYMAN'S BITE!
Giveaway ends January 7th!
Monday, January 1, 2018
Brooklyn Ann's 2018 Goals
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| This isn't a metaphor, I'm just happy I finally have a life-sized skeleton to play with. |
One of the most true things my ex said about me is that I have the organizational skills of a cement mixer. This is another reason why I saw a lot of 2017 as a failure. And though some of it was in that I never achieved a work-life balance, a regular schedule, a budget, or a marketing plan, I also missed what successes I had.
Like... OMG, I ACTUALLY MADE MY GOAL INCOME FROM MY BOOKS! It was just by average, not by month, like how I was seeing it. I literally missed the forest for the trees.
If I'd been keeping track all along, instead of counting it all up at the end of the year, I would have seen this.
With that in mind, I'm going to spend some time reflecting on past behaviors as I list each goal and sub-goal.
#1: Create a schedule:
Another thing that really got me on the productivity thing was that this was my first year working exclusively from home. This gave me a "Kid in a candy store" complex with time. It also killed my motivation in a way I didn't expect.
See, the last few years were spent in a flurry of productivity and some semblance of organization because my mind kept up the mantra: "Gotta get out of this call center. Gotta Get out of this call center!"
...But now that I have another awesome day job that makes me twice the money in half the time, the urge for escape isn't at the forefront of my mind. I need to find something else to fixate on. Another carrot in front of my nose. I don't know what that is, but I hope to come up with something in the next month or two.
I also need to spend more time with my mentors and colleagues because the encouragement and advice of fellow authors has improved my career. I don't know what made me quit doing that.
I also need to spend more time with my mentors and colleagues because the encouragement and advice of fellow authors has improved my career. I don't know what made me quit doing that.
#2 Create a budget:
Speaking of having more money, although I did get myself a nice emergency fund established (After years of living paycheck to paycheck, this is a relief) I am really sucking a budgeting and I made a ton of impulse buys... like that full-sized skeleton.
I will work hader at budgeting, and curbing impulse spending, but I will admit that all the crazy horror stuff I bought is still a good thing. For the first time in over a decade, I was able to indulge in some self expression. Now I just gotta budget that sort of thing in my life instead of being all, "Hooray! I have money! I'll buy stuff!"
Budgeting will also help me better figure out what sort of marketing I can and will do as well as start planning for my future.
And it will help me with goal 3.
#3: Write a Will
I have assets. Now that I'm over the shock of that concept, I need to figure out what I want done with them when I die.
But... I don't want to die anytime soon so I better work on #4:
#4: Work on Health
I noticed through my 2017 recap that I was sick a lot. This sucked even worse with not having insurance. Thanks to knowledge from a friend, I found out that with the ACA, you can go to an insurance agent who will help you get on the right plan and it doesn't cost you anything to get that help. I'm on an amazing plan because apparently Idaho's insurance market is great. I know that's not the case for all states though.
Anyway, I'm also beginning to take vitamins and I'm going to cut back on Red Bull and subsitute for smoothies, make a little bit of an effort to eat more fruits and veggies, and SEE THE DOCTOR!
I also managed to find my old therapist. I have PTSD and she was great. She'll be able to help me with some mental issues that hindered me.
On the mental health front, I'm going to make sure to schedule days off and to schedule something for pleasure each day.
On the physical health front, I'm going to trick myself into exercising more by scheduling a time to choose to clean something or do crunches and stretches.
#5.) Produce at least one Audiobook.
More people are reading audiobooks and my fellow authors and many readers have been telling me to get my books in audio format. But the time and expense has scared me. I'm determined to learn what it takes and get Wrenching Fate in audio. If it's easier, maybe I'll even get the whole Brides of Prophecy series out in audio. :)
Between my PTSD and my last local book signing being so demoralizing, I didn't try to do one last year. But I do have local readers and have gotten lifelong fans from these, so I need to suck it up and do another one. It can be practice for if I ever make the big time, lol.
#7.) Write 4 books this year.
My average has been 3 1/2, but if I can budget my time better, I can swing 4.
These 4 books will be:
Two Hearts of Metal books.
These are in my contract and didn't give me a big enough gap for other projects.
1 Brides of Prophecy Book
Beau's book is next. I haven't written a M/M romance yet, so that should be interesting.
Begin NEW secret idea book
I have an idea that's been stewing. I don't want to say much about it, but a lot of thinking led me to the decision that I want my books to be more women-oriented, rather than hero-bait. Not that I'm going to stop striving to write awesome heroes, far from it. They'll have to be even more awesome to deserve the badass women I plan to write.
Yes, this means no Scandals With Bite book for 2018. That series sells the least and I feel dangerously close to a creative slump with it. I do want to revisit that world sometime though, so it's not quite the end. After all, The Lord of Blackpool still needs his happy ending.
#8.) Be good to my loved ones.
I am so freaking lucky to have my awesome son and a boyfriend that is too good to be real. My son is going to be leaving the nest in a couple years so I want to do the best I can to prepare him for adulthood and enjoy the time I have left with him.
As for my boyfriend, if you follow me online, you know I talk about him and his kindness and amazing exploits a lot. I'm still smitten. I seem to have done well with my 2017 goal of doing nice things for him because he's still with me and he still treats me sooooooo good.
So I'm still on a mission to keep him.
I also want to reach out to friends and family more.
#8: Get Little Beast on the road
My Datsun restoration project fell through last year, though I did manage to get her a new hood and new side emblems. And man, I do miss working on cars. It's satisfying in a way I can't describe.
#9: Put Engine in my son's truck.
We were supposed to do that last year, but whatever. I'm making my son help too. He needs to learn how to work on cars.
#10: Learn how to airbrush flames.
I got an airbrush kit and I want to put flames on my Honda Fit and my Datsun, Damn it. I still have to paint the Fit purple too. This is my planned look for it.
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