I'm a big tease!

Ink 4 is going smoothly and I forsee it coming soon if I keep up my momentum. I can't precisely what date yet but a lot sooner than I envisioned. So, I know a lot of you are anxiously waiting. I offer you a few teases into book 4. (raw and unedited**) Enjoy!

Someone wraps on the door. I cover the phone before I lash out. “Can’t a girl have a few minutes alone?”

“You’ve had your minutes. Now get the fuck out here,” Kenny says.

I roll my eyes and unlock the door. “I have to go. The psycho has summoned me.”

Karsen sighs. “Tell him Cherry still hates him and that if he does anything to my friend I will be sure my boyfriend despines him.”

Kenny rolls his eyes. “Tell blondie she wishes her boyfriend had the balls to even consider it.”

I don’t humor him, instead I just hit end on my phone and plop down on his sleazy leather sectional next to Slade.

“This place is disgusting,” I point out looking around at all the take out boxes and empty beer cans. He sure lived the bachelor lifestyle.

“That’s one of the perks of living alone,” he says. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

And another!

I am beginning to hate this bar.

But watching the pretty blonde go about her business cleaning and serving customers puts me back into my right mind. It reminds me why I am here.

Slade’s finger circles the mouth of his beer as he studies her. “What do you think it takes to have the ability to bring back the dead?” he asks. “Do you think she’s a witch?”

I drop my chin to my palm. “I don’t even know. I don’t even know what the deal is with Kenny. Who can kill people just by touching them?”

Rejection and acceptance

I am a writer, an author, a person who enjoys expressing herself  writing books.

And recently there have been some things I wanted to address.

It has started to grate on my nerves (and that takes quite a lot) and now I feel like speaking my peace.


Let me just start by saying that I am tired of seeing fellow authors/writers with these awful attitudes toward the readers. I'm talking about the the way I keep reading all the complaining when the shitstorm of negative comes their way about their books. I see a lot of anger and shit talking about how unfair it is, and how they are so appalled that someone dare say something bad about their book.


Well, let's get real . Yeah we work hard on our book, so does every other author in the world. In life you have to know how to take the good with the bad. You can't jump for joy when you get great reviews and want to knock down the doors of the others that don't like your book. That makes you look like a big kid throwing a tantrum. Really, grow up.

And don't try to use the bullying card. If you are wanting to write, write. Nobody can stop you from doing that but you. If you believe in your work then put it out there. It's not rocket science. Someone will love it. Some will hate it, don't whine about it...it really makes you look like a sore loser.

I myself have got my fair share of kick in the mouth when it comes to reviews. I don't let the reviews dictate my choice to be who I am. I love writing and NOBODY will ever change that. I respect and thank each and every person who has bought/read my work, even if it was a one star review or a five star.


There are lots of people out there who choose to try and damage or tear you down via reviews. But the thing is you DON'T have to let it. You don't have to dwell on someone who had nothing better to do than write mean hateful words about you or your work. It's their right.

My advice, appreciate each and every review you get. And if you can't handle someone out there not liking your work then maybe you shouldn't write. It's going to happen and if you can't grow a thick skin and move on with your life your never going to get anywhere.

Also, I don't see the need to jump on bandwagons. Come on, we all have our own minds. Don't be so damn quick to feel the way others feels because they are pissed, or you may end up doing something you regret.


To the readers out there, I thank you all for reading my books, for liking or not liking them. No matter what your awesome and no matter what I'm still writing. *smile*

Hot Heroes

What makes a hero hot?

Idk, maybe the fact that he saves something or someone. That seems pretty hot.

On a more serious note, I think a hero is hot when he believes in himself and the choices that he makes. When he is strong and determined to get the job done.

Welcome to the Hot Summer Heroes Blog Hop!

In celebration I have decided to give away one of my own fictional characters from my book Ink. I think Slade is a hero because he saves Hope many times. He is hot, he knows what he wants and he strives to get the job done each and every time.

To win a copy, simply comment and tell me what fictional character is your favorite here and why. Thanks and hop on!

Kenny Carlo Interview

The interview

I can't believe I am sitting in Kenny Carlo's living room.
He has agreed to do an interview and I must say I am thoroughly excited.

Now, I just hope this isn't a set up. *looks around paranoid* boy have times changed. This place is kind of unimpressive.
Just as I am about to get a little nosy and lift a pair of Kenny's boxer briefs into my purse he walks in.

Me: Kenny, so nice to see you.

He lifts the boxer briefs from the floor and flings them at me.


KC: Consider it the only thing you'll be getting from me today.

I politely drop the briefs on the ground, I don't want to look like some freak.

Me: I promise, this interview will be painless.

KC: You bet your ass it will be painless.

I scroll through my phone looking for my interview questions. Why do I feel like running for my life right now?


Me: I hear the Wingless Series has been revamped. Do you have any thoughts on that?

KC: You can't change perfection. So I am sure my character will remain the same. It is what it is. I'm sure people will still be sending me all kinds of hate mail.

Me: Hate mail? I like to think your one of the best characters in the book.

KC: I like to think most days I give a shit what people think about me.

I quickly change the subject.

Me: How are your brothers?

KC: How the hell would I know? I've been caught up in other things.

I nod, ooh I know this one.


Me: In Cherry, right?

KC: In your fucking nightmares. Yeah of course, because I don't have anything better to do than run around with some damn witches. Let's just say I have sent my complaint to the complaints department. *shakes his head*

Me: It is getting you more exposure.

KC: You would think that wouldn't you? 

I raise an eyebrow.


Me: How's the love life?

KC: Love is for the weak.

Me: You were in it once and I think it really showed your softer side.

KC: Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine. I was also in your mom last night. You want to hear the details?

I wave a hand quickly.

Me: She wouldn't be happy to know your talking about her let's move on.

KC: Sounds like a boring lady.

I notice the picture sitting on his end table.

Me: That's a nice picture of you two.

KC: Those were the days.

Me: What are your thoughts on Wingless being revamped? Do you think readers will enjoy the change?

KC: If they know what's good for them. I myself enjoy a steamier role. The sex is hot, the language is fucking awesome, it's no longer a sweet, mushy love filled series. The book has a spine, no pun intended.

I smirk.


Me: So, Kenny. Any final words?

KC: I'll always have the final word. Elaborate for me, beautiful.

I blush.


Me: What can we expect from you in the future? 

KC: The same as always, my foul fucking mouth, these gorgeous looks and a lot more asses handed to all these idiots I have to deal with. I'll be doing a lot of traveling. But don't worry, I still don't give a shit about any of you. *stands up* Anything else?

I'm afraid to ask.

Me: I recently learned you visited California years ago. I hate to admit it but it seems like someone handed you your own ass as you like to say. How do you feel about this person?

I duck the vase coming at me and grab the boxer briefs running for the door.


KC: Why don't you relay this little message for me. Tell Andrews he can go fuck himself! And he better make it good because when I am done with him he's going to wish he did!!

He slams his door in my face. Well, damn that was kind of hot and scary all at the same time.

Hot Paranormal Nights Blog Hop

 

Welcome to the Hot Paranormal nights blog hop. Like all of you I am a big fan of all things paranormal!

I am giving away my own paranormal Book series Ink. If you enjoy sexy paranormal reads than this is the book series for you. And yes, I am offering all 3 books in the series. All you have to do is enter the giveaway for your chance to win all 3 ebooks.

 

Here is a little tease from the Ink Series:

I slid deeper into our bathtub, immersing myself in the steamy water. This was probably the first time I had been able to enjoy our bathroom in peace. Dad was already passed out on the couch and the boys had met up with some local kids for a bonfire.

I stared at Slade’s number on my wrist. I still hadn’t called him, and I wasn’t really sure that I planned on it. It was close to the time he had wanted to come by, and I hoped he knew to stay away until I figured out what I wanted to do.

I leaned forward, grabbing my washcloth from the side of the tub. Lathering it with soap, I swiped the number expecting it to fade away. It didn’t. I swiped again, nothing.

“Are you kidding me?” I grimaced. I sat up in the tub, the water shifting back and forth around me, and stared around the bathroom for something rougher.

Dad’s foot stone came into view.

I choked down the thought of foot fungus and began scrubbing away at my wrist. It only proved painful, leaving his seven digits etched in my flesh with a nice red welt.

I sank under water, letting out a loud scream, half gagging on the bubbles. I shot back up, livid now. He had branded me. He might as well have dragged me to a tattoo shop and forced me.

Never in my life did I even want to get a tattoo, I didn’t like the permanence of such a thing. My skin was something I had to live with forever. And Slade had gone ahead and branded me. What was he, some kind of sadist? Some sick, twisted boy that did what he wanted with girls? Did he sit at home deciding on marking his territory via pen ink?

I hopped out of the tub, water pooling at my feet. I grabbed the towel from the back of the door, wrapping myself snugly before I escaped into the hallway. Once in my room I dropped the towel on the floor, turning and locking the door just in case Elliot or Easton came back and decided to give their friends a free peep show.

Rifling through my dresser I pulled out a pair of lacy boy-cut underwear. Usually I was fine with cotton, but after being around Tucker, I wanted to always be prepared. I squeezed my favorite Victoria’s Secret lotion in my palm, rubbing my hands together, and then worked down each leg.

Finally, I faced my mirror, really taking my body in. I guessed I wasn’t that bad. Secretly, Karsen and I had looked at some of her dad’s porn magazines and I just felt a bit lacking in some departments. But there wasn’t anything I could do to change much about my body. Unless I had a boat load of cash.

It was better than the opposite, I thought, sighing. I could be worrying about how to lose weight and complaining how bad my back was killing me. Maybe I needed to be happy with what I had and forget about what I didn’t.

I slipped my bra on, fidgeting with the straps in the mirror. Suddenly there was a rattling at my window. I dropped to my knees, letting out a scream, then decided most killers didn’t knock, and stood back up. It was Slade. And I was blushing in embarrassment.

I ran for my robe, tying it securely around my waist before I opened up my window. “I thought I said I would call you,” I whispered.

He climbed through the window and then rested against it.

“Nice panties.” He didn’t smile, just looked me up and down as if the memory of my bra and underwear was enough for him.

“I told you I would call you. There were some things we needed to talk about first,” I explained.

Slade walked around my room, fingering my jewelry, touching my books and pictures on the wall. He ignored me, putting me on edge.

“Slade, I told you I would call you,” I said again, a little louder in case he wasn’t hearing me.

He lifted a picture of me and my mom up, turning it to me. “Is this your mom?” I nodded, taking the picture from him. “You look a lot like her, what is she?”

I sighed. “She’s French, Korean and Irish.”

“It makes you very unique. My dad’s father was French.” He moved back across the room.

I crossed my arms. Was there a point to his story? I sat down on my bed, it let out a squeak.

“Ooh, probably hard to get away with much in that bed, huh?” He was so cool when he joked with me, I almost wasn’t sure he was joking.

“Can we talk?” I patted the bed. Slade eyed it carefully, opting for my computer chair. He slid it over to my bed, sitting in front of me, his black shirt falling away from his body as he rested his arms against his legs. I looked away from his chest muscles.

“I was really hoping you would want to go sing with us.” He rubbed his hands together, looking at me for an answer.

“I have been saying for five minutes now that I want to talk to you first, but for some reason you don’t want to hear anything I have to say. It’s rather annoying.” I huffed.

Slade sat up, caressing his lip ring with his tongue as he watched me sitting helplessly on the bed. I didn’t know what to say, but I knew I had to say something.

“I’ve been informed of some, uh… things. And I just want to get your side of things before I jump to conclusions. Because I’m a young girl and it’s the smart thing to do.” It sounded ridiculous and something my parent’s would say, but it was all I had.

“You’re talking about Tucker. And you’re referring to Anaya. You think I murdered her.”

I fidgeted in my skin. I wasn’t expecting him to just come right out and say it. I forced a nod, staying completely still. If he was a killer it was his perfect opportunity to slash me to pieces or even rape me, and this made me even more nervous. My nerves slowly turned to fear and then my fear turned to tears. I burst into a soft sob, covering my face as I cried.

Slade stood up, backing away from me. “If this is a bad time I’ll just leave. I wasn’t trying to make you cry.”

I wiped at my eyes, calming a little now that he was backing off rather than attacking. “I don’t know what to think. I met you before I met anybody here and I know what I think about you. But now my head is filled with doubts and I am a blithering idiot. What is wrong with me?” I threw a hand through my hair feeling like a nut job.

Slade finally sat back down. “I didn’t murder anybody. Tucker needs to keep his mouth shut before he ends up regretting it. He thinks being the Mayor’s son gives him special privileges to be a fucking asshole,” Slade remarked, his agitation showing. But it didn’t scare me. It just emphasized how upset the allegations made him.

“Swear it,” I said, looking at him.

He scoffed, nearly laughing at me. “Do you really think I would be free to go where I wanted if the cops knew I killed a girl?”

I tilted my head, thinking about it. Of course he wouldn’t, unless they just didn’t have proof. “But Tucker also said she was raped.” I swallowed, the darkness creeping back into the room.

“I never was romantically involved with Anaya. And I never forced myself on her. Once again Tucker needs to keep his theories to himself.” He lightened up a little, standing again and looking at my pictures some more. “You really look happy in these,” he commented.

I stood, coming to stand next to him. We both stared at the photos of me and Karsen. He was right, I was a big ray of sunshine in the photographs. I touched Karsen’s face, a little sad.

“Do you believe me or not?” Slade asked suddenly.

I stared down at my wrist, giving a nod. “Yeah, I do. You were never scary or out of line with me. You saved me that night from the crowd, I couldn’t think bad of you if I wanted.” Then I suddenly remembered the ink and I shoved my wrist in his face. “But this!” I exclaimed.

Slade grinned. “You wanted to say thank you, right?”

I smacked my lips together to be more dramatic. “Please tell me it will come off.”

“Nope, you’ll forever know how to get a hold of me. Now I’m only a phone call away,” he joked. I rubbed at the number trying yet again to make it fade even the slightest.

Slade grabbed my hand, stopping me. He pressed his fingers against the number, our eyes met up. “Come out with me tonight and I will take it off, I swear.”

I blinked nervously, debating the idea in my mind. “I don’t know. I think you should prove it to me first,” I said with a smile. Slade’s thumbs rubbed heavily against my skin. The number vanished. I smiled as he stroked my skin a little quicker, and suddenly, as quick as it was gone, it was back. I shook my head in shock, “What did you just do?”

Slade’s face grew very serious, his eyes clouding over. I searched his eyes for the explanation. Maybe I had seen wrong, but I was almost positive my skin was number free for a couple seconds before it had returned.

Slade jerked his head up, his chin jutting up a little bit. “Come here,” he whispered suddenly. “I have to say it in your ear, it’s a secret.”

I obliged, moving closer to his face to hear his explanation. His lips met mine and he dropped my wrist. I gasped, going in for more. It was a shock, but a good one.

His mouth kissed the corner of my mine, and then he worked slowly to my bottom lip. He undid my robe, slipping his hands inside, his fingers cool against the warmth of my skin. I let out a pleasurable moan at his strong touch. His fingers slinking along my skin, he brushed against my collar bone, his lip ring scraping lightly over my lips. I grabbed at the back of his neck in a euphoric blunder. Slade grabbed the back of my damp hair. Yanking my head back, he bit my neck gently, his breath against my skin.

We broke apart. “That wasn’t an explanation,” I breathed heavily.

Slade agreed, leading me over to the bed. I stopped him.

“Tell me how you did that.”

He lifted my hands to his shirt, guiding them under. I gently felt his body, the firm, soft skin of his muscular frame called out to me and I worried I wasn’t going to ever get an answer, or care if I never got one.

Slade bit at my lip, his tongue running along the bottom of my lip, he held tight to my jaw guiding my mouth against his. We dropped on to my bed, it let out a loud screech sending Crawford barking at the door. Slade shot up like a bolt of lightning. I hurriedly tied my robe back.

“The door is locked,” I whispered. I checked just to make sure, pressing my face against it to listen for any footsteps. Crawford quieted down, letting out a whine before finally going silent, and then I heard his body settle at the door.

Dad hadn’t woken up, and I was grateful.

“You go wait outside for me,” I said, pointing to my window. Slade gave a nod and jumped out the window. I poked my head out.

“Please tell me you’re coming,” he said, looking up at me with the hottest expression ever.

“Of course I’m coming.” I wasn’t going to stay home and pine over what had just happened. It was on a whole other level.

I hurried to get some clothes on, wiggling into my khaki shorts and pink tank top. I grabbed a rubber band in case I needed it for later and threw a leg over the window sill. Slade clapped his hands from below as if I was dropping thousands of feet to the ground. I let him help me out the window, holding his shoulders for support.

He grabbed my hand and we both ran across the beach as if we were escaping prison—or Dad.
                                                             

  

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Hot Summer Romance giveaway hop

Welcome to the Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop sponsored by the Insatiable ReadsBook Tour!

The Insatiable Reads Rafflecopter Giveaway will last all month from July 1-31. They are giving away:

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ALL of the Insatiable Reads books in print... many autographed!

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What better kind of book to read than a romance. I myself like my romance to have a soul crushing twist, I think romance is more than just perfect and story book.

Each blogger has been asked to add a little something extra to make this hop memorable and exciting, so I have decided to offer up an ebook copy of Ink, Perfectly Hopeless and Bliss. To 3 winners!

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Hot and deadly characters in books.

For my part in the hop today, I'm featuring my adult paranormal romance "Ink."

Slade Andrews in my Ink series is hot but deadly. His life is full of danger, he brings just about everyone he is involved with into harm's way. And Hope the main character in the series can't resist him. 

Content warning: "Ink" contains adult content, graphic sexual situations.

To enter to win a copy, just simply comment below, and be sure to include your e-mail! Good luck! 

Here is a peek inside my book Ink.

Be sure to enter for your ebook copy of Ink!

I shoved the last of my shoes into my tiny closet. I had managed to unpack my entire room, down to the last picture frame. My walls were now covered in all my friends back home, photos of Karsen being her silly self. Photos of mom looking so beautiful like always, it made me feel at home almost. I turned the snow globe on my nightstand, the white flakes rocked gently at the bottom. It was a gift Karsen gave to me right before we had left. She knew how much I loved ballet and she found the perfect snow globe with hot pink ballet slippers. And polka dots, because I loved them.

I stepped back taking in my small but quaint bedroom, it had appeal. It would do just fine I thought to myself. Maybe this place wasn’t as bad as I imagined it would be. I pulled back my lavender curtains tying them with the turquoise ties and stared out the window, it was dark and I couldn’t see much. The moon shined against the ocean. The waves crashing against the shore made a dull hush sound, I breathed in the salty aroma. Suddenly there was a big flash of light, thinking it was lightning I fixed my attention on the passing kids. They were slowly making there way through the sand hand in hand. I didn’t know them but it was clear they were a couple. Several more followed shortly behind them, and then I finally realized it wasn’t just a couple random kids, it was a continuous stream passing by to get to the flashing lights.

I quickly pulled my hair back in a ponytail, slicking on some chap stick. I gave myself a once over before deciding that I looked decent enough to go outdoors. I stopped suddenly in the doorway realizing I should change into flip flops. I sniffed my shirt as I kicked my shoes off, I could probably use a shower as well I smelled like old dusty boxes and sweat. Shaking that idea out of my head, I spritzed a couple extra puffs of love spell on and headed out my door.

The television was on in the living room. Easton and Elliot sprawled out on the carpet a big bowl of popcorn in tow. They didn’t even notice me taking off, I searched the rest of the house for dad. “Where’s dad guys?”

Easton made the glug glug gesture with his hand tipping the imaginary glass to his mouth. That was all I needed to know. Dad had passed out for the night. Turning to the kitchen table I saw his drink of choice sitting on the table. Jack Daniels. I rolled my eyes taking off out the door. There was no one to worry about my wandering off. Dad was wasted and Easton and Elliot were young, they only cared about what was on the television. So I knew I was free. The sky lit up with another flash, and then a loud boom. It was music, the bass from music. As I walked faster across the sand I felt my insides growing more and more excited. I loved music and this would be the perfect way to get used to my new home. I gave Jesse’s home a quick glance hurrying past. I hoped he wouldn’t spot me on my venture to the music. It seemed he wasn’t too fond of Rock music from his bitter tone when I had questioned him about it earlier. I slowed down at the sight of the crowd in the entranceway. A metal sign was attached to the chain link fence. Henry Park. I hurried through, squeezing past all types of people. There were big burly men with black clothes and chains. And girls with short skirts and bikini tops. The theme was black that was very apparent, black or bathing attire. I looked down at my pink tank top realizing I stuck out like a sore thumb. I shrugged the thought off as I continued to squeeze through the crowd, the music becoming louder as I made it through trying to find and opening.

“Wow” I said to myself finally in front of the stage. A giant flash of light went off from the side of the stage, smoke flashing past my nose. Pyrotechnics one after the other going off as the heavy rock music played. EKOI hung on a black backdrop in white letters, the words tattered for a more dramatic effect. The stage lighting flashed to the beat, making everything in its path flicker all the colors of the rainbow. I stared down at my skin as it glowed along to the lights and music. I had never been to such a thing, I had my fair share of concerts but never something so powerful and alive.

“Let me hear you scream!!” The singer yelled into the crowd. In seconds the crowd was roaring, I covered my ears the sound deafening. It was another world, I couldn’t believe the small walk took me to such a place. More and more people poured into the already congested crowd, eventually I had nowhere to turn, my body pinned between a guy with overpowering muscles and tattoos galore on his arm. And another guy holding a giant beer and wearing an Evil kings of Ink t-shirt. Neither of them realized I was in between them, they only cared about the music. I started to feel claustrophobic, I needed to leave. Suddenly this wasn’t feeling like the best idea. And this was solidified once the crowd started shoving each other. A giant mosh pit resurrected out of nowhere and my body ping ponged off the muscle of the man in front of me, I tried to stop myself from being shoved  to the ground but it was no use. I let out a terrified scream begging them to stop and notice me.

“Hey, hey hey. Back up!” A male voice ordered, I kept my hands over the back of my head trying to keep from being smashed. The crowd parted but I stayed where I was afraid to move, the music still played in the background.

“Now stand up.” The voice commanded. I dropped my arms looking over my shoulder at him. He was wearing a black cutoff tshirt. A silver chain around his neck and one wooden baseball bat in his hands. I stood up, deciding it best to gain my footing before he left me to fend for myself.

“Are you ok?” he said loudly, his voice carrying over the music perfectly. I shoved my flip flop back on my foot. “Yeah, I think I’ll be ok.”

I turned to leave as another mass of people crowded my way, this place was a zoo. I sighed, trying to squeeze through. Finally realizing I was no match for such giant thugs, I gave up turning back to him for assistance. He perched the bat on his shoulder giving a nod that he understood I needed his help. With one loud yell and a couple swings of the bat he cleared me another path, extending his hand in front of him he gestured me to start walking.

“I take it you wandered over here from the beach houses,” he commented, following me out the gate.

“Yeah, I was just curious.” I concentrated on my footsteps.

“Yeah, well next time you think about stepping into rock concerts you might want to bring a bodyguard.”

I stopped, and turned around. I brought my hands to my hips a bit offended. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He dropped the end of the bat into the sand. “It means you’re small.” There was no hesitation in his voice, he wasn’t one bit concerned if he offended me.

I stared up at him. “Yeah well you’re big.”

I felt him following me as I made it passed the rocks now. I really wasn’t sure if I wanted this guy knowing where I lived. After all he was wielding a baseball bat. And I had just seen him strike several people with that bat. What if he struck me?

Turning back around I said, “I think I’m ok now, thanks.”

I moved passed a group of guys and cut passed a couple of girls, my feet crunching down on seashells and sand.

“Which house is yours?” he asked, ignoring my resistance. I swallowed hard, shoving the gate open. I had three males living with me; I hoped that was intimidating enough for him.

“This one. Now you can go, you’re really kind of creeping me out.” I shut and locked the gate quickly throwing a barrier between us. He rested his hand on the fence, the baseball bat draped over his shoulder again.

“You were just in a mosh pit being trampled by thrashing head bangers all dressed in black. But I am creeping you out.” He surveyed my house  I wasn’t sure if I should just run inside, or warn him again to leave.

“I said thank you.” I told him, crossing my arms, he laughed. But it wasn’t a pleasant your funny kind of laugh. The moonlight caught the glint of his lip ring, which he was now fondling with the tip of his tongue as he stared down at me. It was a bit awkward.

“Well, you’re welcome girl with no name.” He raised his eyebrows.

I debated even giving that information up so easily. But his eyes had lost their intensity and I felt less like I was going to be beaten to a pulp with his baseball bat. “Hope Zigler.”

He took it in, leaving me to wait for some sort of response. Finally he extended his hand. As I went to reach it Crawford started furiously barking at the door. He thrashed and growled doing his best to tear the door down.

“What the hell is that?” he asked, backing away from the fence, he gripped his baseball bat a little tighter. I shook my head at him, it would be the last thing he did if he beat my dog. Even if I was just a flea compared to this towering inferno. “That’s my dog, and I guess he doesn’t like you.” Which was odd, Crawford liked everyone.

“More like a horse.” He muttered. I gave him a dirty look. His arms were covered in tattoos from shoulder to wrist and he was calling my dog names? He was a circus freak.

“Well, I’m not into purse puppies.” I shot back.

Dad turned the kitchen light on. He knew enough not to let Crawford outside, he slowly squeezed out our door scolding Crawford to be quiet. “What’s going on Hope?” he asked groggily. He swayed as he walked down the steps.

“Nothing dad, I was just about to come in the house,” I said, taking his arm.

The mystery boy watched me carefully as I tried to steady dad back up the stairs.

“Your daughter was nearly trampled over at the concert, I helped her get home.” I sucked in my breath agitated. Who was this guy ratting me out to my drunk father? It would have been nice if he just thought I was outdoors not running around doing whatever I wanted.

Dad turned back around. He gave him a look over. “Why are you carrying a bat?”

“Safety reasons, the crowds get rowdy.” He told him, point blank period.

Dad scratched his head. “What’s your name guy that saved my daughter?”

“Slade.” He gave us both a reluctant gaze and finally walked away, leaving me to tackle dad back up the stairs.

“Stay away from that guy. He looks like a career criminal.” Dad hiccuped falling into the railing.

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The lessons I have learned as a writer....

Write what you believe in.

Even if you want to write a popular genre write it the way you want to write it. Don't conform to fit a mold. There are already many stories out there doing that, be different. Open yourself up to risk in your work and most of all believe in every word that you put down, because they all meant something at one time.

Enjoy it.

What is writing if you don't enjoy it? It's nothing. If you can't enjoy your writing you shouldnt be writing. Yeah, there are always going to be times in your work where you want to skip over a scene or chapter and move on, but finding a way to enjoy what you do will make it so much easier. You can't take life so seriously all the time. There is room to be fun, to be silly with your words. Try it some time.

Always learn more.

Always, always always learn something new about writing. Find new ways to describe scenes, people, feelings. Sometimes all it takes is stepping back and watching a movie to pick up something new you can use in writing, or listening to music. Watch how people move, speak, act in different situations. Watch soap operas to understand drama. Read another author's book. Read a genre you wouldn't normally read. Just do something to gain a new skill toward writing. It makes the world of a difference.

Be you

Nobody writes like you. Sure we all have our favorite authors, but that doesn't mean we have to be them.

Close your eyes to the negative.

There is nothing you can do if somebody doesn't like your book. Remember, you don't always like everything you read either. Don't take it personal, move on. And if you have to dwell on it, at least try to pull something positive from it, or learn from it. Or better yet, don't worry about it. It is the way of the world, some people will try and pull you down, this happens some times as a writer, all you can do is deal with it the best way you know how. And remember all negatives are NOT someone attacking you viciously. Sometimes it's the cold hard truth, sometimes it's just simply not their cup of tea. Whatever the case may be you have to learn to grow a thick skin or you will never get anywhere. You can't live your life as a writer with pent up rage every time things don't go your way. Enjoy the times that they do, and brush off the times that they don't. You will feel a whole lot better for it. And remember your not the only one feeling this way, take a moment to remind yourself when you start to feel down.

Grow a thick skin

I wear my thick skin proudly. I have weathered the storm and made it out on the other side. We all go through that time in our writing life where we feel like we have been kicked in the teeth one way or another. But eventually you grow that thick skin and you feel invincible. You'll know it when it happens.

Always find new avenues

Do your research. As an indie you can never stop finding new ways to dive into writing, promoting and networking. Keep at it everyday if you need to. Hoard it all like those people on the show and use every tool you find, the more you reach out the better things will be for you in all ways.

Don't be stingy

I think all of us know someone else in the same boat as we are. Share what you learn with them, don't be a stingy jerk! Your not going to make it to the finish line because you hold all the tips and tricks, your going to feel a lot better sharing what you know with people just like you. Try it, you'll like it.

Offer up yourself, but also stay closed.

No matter how big or small your success is with writing, be human. Don't become to good to talk with readers and authors. We are all people. Just don't stretch yourself so thin that you end up not doing what you came to the party for, and that's writing books.

Feel for others.

There is going to be controversy. And some people want to jump on the bandwagon. Don't do this please. Take the time to put your self in that author's shoes before you decide to judge them. You might find out they are not as bad as the world wants to make them out to be. Or you might simply understand them and relate to them. Feel for others because one day you might find yourself in their shoes.

We are all the same.

It doesn't matter what we write, or how good we do it. We all have the desire to write. We all love it. Remember we are all the same, mingle with all types of writers because they all have something to teach you one way or another. Don't be a snob, it's tacky.

Try new things

Wander away from paranormal. Try something new, if you write mystery, maybe mix it up somehow, do something different one way or another, sometimes it helps. It's like a breath of fresh air. If you never wrote a steamy sex scene but enjoy reading them, try it. You might discover your really good at it. If your writing is more serious, try some humor. If you write in first person, try third. Just try something new. Do it already!

Sunday Funday Director's note's: Perfectly Hopeless

I stumbled upon a cool blog idea. Letting the reader into my ideas behind chapters or the stories I write. So enjoy this little peek into the world of Maven from Perfectly Hopeless.

Maven is a young girl, heading back to her family's summer home after her very public breakup with her boyfriend, Jake Summit. Like anyone in life she is hurt, still dealing with her old wounds and debating whether or not it's the right thing to be doing.

When I wrote the beginning of Perfectly Hopeless, I imagined Maven, I could feel the dread in her stomach as she got close to her summer home. How vulnerable she felt. 

I wanted to give the reader a quick hello when it came to her family, I like to introduce main characters early on most times that I write.

In Perfectly Hopeless I saw Maven as a sweet, young girl with that simple naive way about her. She knows life isn't perfect, but she wishes it was. She's not much different than any of us in life. Though she may come off a bit prudish and innocent she can handle a lot when she has to.

And what's in store for her ends up being so beautiful, an experience like none she ever had before when she meets Henri. 

I'm not sure, nor have I asked how Henri and Maven come across to readers. But as for me, I wanted the connection to be innocent, simple and sweet. I wanted to take all the complication and paranormal out of most books that I write and just write a story about love.

I was touched emotionally while watching a youtube video, and this is what sparked the idea further for my book. I feel I found that video at the right time, because it took my story idea and painted it beautifully. I won't say what video it is because I feel it gives away the story.

But I will share with you the celebs I had in my mind for the two main characters in my story. If you get a chance to read it, let me know if you feel the same about them.

             

              Maven                                                                                       Henri

Summer time

This would be her summer. She swore it. The summer life would go from devastating to incredible. Maven stared out of the window as her parents gossiped in the front seat about Claudia, their too confident neighbor with more money than the entire town.

She closed her eyes dropping her head back against the leather seat, her golden blonde hair cascading around her shoulders. Maven,  a young woman full of hope. She never went to bed without reflecting on all she wished would happen for her.

Portwood , the setting of their summer home. Every home carefully nestled between giant willow trees. A small town right outside the lake. Maven’s family went every year during the summer. A home full of memories for all of them, a place you sat back and smiled about when you thought about all the good times you experienced. It would always be magical.

 “I wonder if Jake is going to be there,” Nick, her older brother said. Doing his best to tease Maven from her spot in the family car, Nick knew Maven prayed for the opposite. After their messy breakup she didn’t ever want to lay eyes on him again. Jake was a jerk. And the entire family knew it.

“I don’t know and I don’t care.” After the tears she cried over a guy like Jake she meant what she said. And now the family’s annual vacation was sounding less exciting and more torturous to her. She shrank down in her seat as the Portwood welcome sign whizzed by the window.

Mom shot her a sympathetic smile.

“Everyone who is anyone is at Portwood for Summer vaca,” Maggie her younger sister said, tearing off her sunglasses to gain better view of all the younger guys as they carried beach towels and coolers on their way to the lake.

“I don’t think the Maves considers Jake Summit anyone anymore,” Nick smirked. He leaned forward, clamping down on Maven’s shoulder. “If he gives you any trouble you just let me know. I’ll rough him up for you.”

Their mother shot a concerned look in both of their directions. She knew just how Nick’s temper could get sometimes. It wasn’t funny. “Nicky, you remember what we said.”

Nick sighed, letting out the loudest grumble he could muster. “I know, I know. No more money for college if I lay a finger on Summit. That’s what family is for though, Mom.” He ran a hand through his shaggy brown mop of hair giving Maven a secret smirk.

Maven unfastened her seat belt, staring up at the family summer home. A modern two story brick home with white shutters and a huge wraparound porch, lush green grass with the perfect amount of shade and sun.

She refused to let Jake Summit ruin her summer.

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Singing Saturday: Blurred Lines

Can't get enough of this song. Right now I play it a couple times a day. Isn't it just so catchy and fun?

And might I mention, Robin Thicke just exudes sex and coolness. It's ridiculous really lol

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Don't we all?

Tough Love: Things I am sure I've screamed after a good book.

1. Why, what, how did this just happen?!!

2. If only I could morph into this book and get a better look at Mchotty.

3. It can't be over! I need to know if he's dead or I'll die!!

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Singing Saturday

Pretty self explanatory.

Music I enjoy, singing Saturday.

Finally friday

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It's friday, so I thought for Finally Friday's blog I would share fifteen facts about myself

1.I have a sick obsession with blu rays. I love them, I have to buy them and the funniest part, most times when I do I don't even watch them. I get pleasure out of just looking at them on my shelf....I even have them in alphabetical order.

2. I have four wonderful children. My most recent baby is 4 1/2 months old. Two girls and two boys. And I must say they are incredible.

3. I love boybands. Not the new ones. I am talking the old school NKOTB and Backstreet boys. There is just something about hearing a good song from the 90's that makes my insides tingle and puts me in this mood to dance like nobody is watching.

4. My favorite food may be tuna casserole. I have yet to decide.

5. I have a horrible attention span. I get sidetracked so easily that I have to repeat what I am going to do or I will forget. Adding my fourth child to the mix intensified this even more.

6. I read my own books sometimes and get super weepy and act as if I am reading them for the first time. Sometimes I even look over at my husband and tell him how amazing the story is. (He of course laughs and shakes his head when he finds out its my book. But he never fails to agree and tell me I am the best. Love you, babe :)

7.Maybe deep down there is a little tiny part of me that wants to hear my name come out of Nicholas Spark's mouth. Be it for whatever reason. It could be because I cut in front of him at the grocery store, or how my book inspired him to quit writing. ( I kid, I kid) I love the man and respect everything he does. But seriously, I think if that happened...it would just be that moment where the earth stood still then exploded. A girl can dream.

8.Sometimes I think someone is behind me on the steps and is out to get me. Like an axe murderer. Or maybe one of those asian creepy ghost like in the grudge. I always feel like the one day that I am brave enough to be a badass and not run up the stairs will be the day she gets me. Kind of like that guy with the snacks, he tells his wife how big foot will get them and she doesn't believe him......

9. I hate hugging people goodbye. Its not my inner family (husband and kids) its just everyone else. Hugs are awkward. I'd rather not, it's not that I hate you or don't like you its just not my thing. If I insult you on the way out the door you know I love you. Hugs turn me into a bumbling stumbling weirdo. Maybe blame my mom, I'm not sure.

10. If I became a star, I just want to show up on the Today Show and Ellen. Then I'll be fine to sit at home and let the rest of the world talk about my books on their own. Me and people= Shy Ronnie. If you don't know who that is well......

11. I am impulsive and obsessive. When I get an idea I have to do it, and then two days and 55 pots of coffee later I regret trying to learn how to do a double handed backspring and settle on painting my toenails. Go big or go home, right?

12. I have recently started breastfeeding (go me!) and  I must say now I feel like I have a cure to everything in the world. I feel like I should go around and heal wounds and battle skin conditions on my days off from writing. Just not sure if the old lady down the street would appreciate me squirting her with my breast milk. *shrugs*

13. My mother is the best cook in the world. And I am not joking, she can make anything and it taste good. And I am not afraid to say it to anyone's face. I've yet to meet anyone who can blow my mom's wig off in the kitchen.

14. I have a sister, her name is Tressa. She is pretty amazing. One of the most independent woman I know. She never ever ever gives up, she is so strong and she always finds a way to do everything. The thing that gets on my nerves about her, she doesn't realize just how amazing she is most days!! She is single, but not ready or allowed to mingle (because I said so) so back off people!!

15. Last but not least. I have the best husband, hands down. He is the most amazingly supportive man. He tells it like it is. He isn't afraid to hurt anyone's feelings and he really knows how to support me and make me feel like the greatest girl in the world each and everyday. I don't know how I got so lucky, but if I could just maybe have that same luck on the lotto...wow it would be awesome.

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Thirsty Thursday: Drunk Uncle Edition (Husband post)

So, this week some news came out that really struck my core. The US Air Force Military leaders decided it would be ok to just throw the remains of over 200 fallen heroes in the dump.

 Let that register for a bit.

 Are you as disgusted as I am? This sickens me not only as an American but as a Veteran of the US Army who served in Iraq. 

I can't imagine the horror the families of these fallen hero's must be going through. To think that our country, who's freedom depends on these outstanding men and women of our military, can allow something like this to happen further lessons my faith in our goverment. If you didn't hear about this its probably because some celebrity got pregnant or divorced or is expecting a baby. Our society has gotten to the point to where they care more about Kim Kardashian's baby bump rather than the what happens in the United States. I have nothing against celebrities and what they do, but when there news trumps something like this it just makes me shake my head. 

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Tuesday Teaser

The book is almost finished. And because of this I am giving all of you a wonderful teaser for this Tuesday's teaser. Try saying that three times fast.

Ink 3 is going to be a wild ride for all you Ink fans. I can't wait for all of you to read what chaos Hope has to deal with this time. I have enjoyed writing this book, and I can not wait until it's for sale for all the fans.

“But, Dad, what if this isn’t a fad?” I couldn’t believe he was so quick to brush it all under the rug.

“This is real life, Hope,” Dad said. “Witches don’t exist. Girls don’t fall in love with vampires. Everything is going to be fine.”

“If she really knows magic she needs to do a spell to adjust that shitty attitude she has all of a sudden,” Nona said. “I may not be a witch, but I will knock her right off that broomstick if she keeps this up.”

“Everything is falling apart.” I pulled at my hair in misery. “My life is just disintegrating right in front of me and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Look tinkerbell, this isn’t the place for you.” The guy said. “So why don’t you and gidget get the hell out of here.”

Karsen stepped back appalled. “Tinkerbell?” She balled her fist as if she was actually thinking about hitting him. 

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Thirsty Thursday : Drunk Uncle style

I am back for my weekly unedited rant. So here goes.....

Why can't people be more like books. At least when I write a book the characters are honest and don't give a shit about what others think of them. And the ones that do, well they learn eventually. Why do we act like we care and than turn around and prove just how much of a moron we are. How come some people can't give other's space? Is it that hard to let someone enjoy life without a crippling smothering hoverer always on top of them. Why is it so much nicer to sit at home and enjoy life? Oh yeah that's right, because everything I can stand is in my home. The things I can't stand are outside of it.
Why do we jump on bandwagons, why are we so quick to complain about the stupidest things on facebook? Since when was facebook the place to dump all your verbal crap so us people who are there to actually enjoy ourselves have to sift through it. Why is my husband such a violent game player? The words that come out of his mouth would make a sailor blush. And how come the best things in life are so simple yet just amazing. Like seeing your husband's tweet show up on the nfl channel. And I am done....
Feel free to comment and show me your drunk uncle.

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