Nothing is ever perfect

In the beginning of my writing career I created a six book series. Most of you know it, some of you have read it. It was my first love when it came to writing. It also was my first dive into self publishing.

I love Wingless. But in all honesty, I have grown as a writer. I have learned a lot, I know more now than I did back in 2009. Therefore, I wanted to take what I know now and polish up Wingless, because it deserves it.

Since 2009, I have learned how to dive into sex scenes, I have learned to show more and not tell so much. I have learned what words are just useless, not to repeat the same thing over and over in different ways. I really could go on and on about what I have learned.

I am not perfect. I still have flaws just like anybody in this universe. But I believe I have what it takes now to improve on this story.

I remember the first time it went out, I remember the very first comments,the good, the bad, the first raving reader (I still speak to this lovely lady to this day). I have discovered a lot of readers who enjoyed my Wingless series. I have enjoyed them all.

So therefore I am working on bettering something that I believe in. And there is nothing funner than taking something and revamping it. It's like a dilapidated house that you give a lot of tlc and end up with a beautiful castle.

I designed a new cover. And so far the rewrite is going great.

So my question for writers, looking back on your first book, do you think its what it should be? Would you rewrite it? Or do you choose to live and learn.

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Finally Friday: Back story of Ink

Many people ask, Why did you decide to write Ink? How did you come up with the idea? Where did the characters come from.

Well here is my chance to shine a little light on that.

First of all, I love music. I had been stuck on a certain song.  I don't know, it fit. It was totally the theme song for my book.

I wanted to create a bad boy, I scoured the web for a bad boy name and that was how Slade was born.

I had an addiction to listening to Avenged Sevenfold at the time as well, and M. Shadows made the perfect Slade to emulate for my book. He could sing, he had tattoos and that lip piercing that drives the world wild in Cherry, it just worked.

Of course with every paranormal romance you need that innocent girl, and that is how Hope was born.
She has come a long way. She might not be my favorite character most days, but she keeps me interested enough to have written three books now about her.
Every story I write there will always be a sarcastic jerk or two. Along with some nut job that just makes you scratch your head and wonder what the hell is going on?
I didn't plan on witches, or magic or anything like that to be involved it just happened, but it developed into something wonderful.
Might I add it was my first time writing steamier sex scenes, I have to admit its kind of fun, and I am still learning how to perfect them.

I am not sure how long the Ink series will last, it's like any other thing I write, when it ends it ends. But I don't think it will anytime soon.

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Wednesday: Hump Day

            

I think after this movie every girl was ready and waiting to do the Dirty dancing scene with him! lmao

Enjoy you hump day!

My book with a hottie.

Funday Sunday

Looking for a good read?

Try the book Nevermore by Kelly Creagh. This story is dark and moody. And oh so interesting. I love this author.

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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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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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....
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Ink 3 release date!

Good news! Black Moon has a release date. July 15th, and as an added bonus I am running a giveaway all the way up until my newest creation is in your hands! So enter to win and enjoy! There are some fun ways to enter!





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Sample Sunday: Ink 3

It's time for Sample Sunday! I missed a Sunday or two, I promise I will make up for it. Today I am going to share some of Ink 3 with everyone. Just remember this is raw and hasn't been edited yet. But enjoy what is to come! And remember the ebooks are available on Amazon, if you are interested in reading the series.

                                  

“Witches,” Nona said.  For the hundredth time since the bars of the jail opened and I was allowed to walk free.

“Witches?” Dad asked me. I climbed into the backseat of Claude’s car.

“Is there anything anyone else wants to say besides that word?” I asked.

Nona buckled her seatbelt. “I just don’t understand the accusations.” She was just as confused about the situation.

“I think if my daughter was stabbed last summer I would have known about it,” Dad shook his head.

I rubbed my temples in a slow circular motion. My head ached beyond anything I felt before in my life.

Everyone wanted answers. They also wanted the truth. But the truth was they wouldn’t believe anything I had to say about witches.

I stared out the window at all the picketers surrounding the jailhouse. Everyone was holding a sign that showcased the hatred for witches. Cherry was a full on battleground after Audrey tried to kill Tucker.

Once Tucker escaped and told everyone everything went from bad to worse. There was no escaping before they cuffed us and threw us in jail on ridiculous charges.

I looked at Nona, thankful she was rich and could get me out of jail. I didn’t know the first thing about surviving in such a place.

Claude was the only one being silent as we coasted down the main road back to my house. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I didn’t know what I would say.

“Do you think it’s a good idea to be taking her back to the beach house?” Claude asked. It was one of the first times I seen him say just about anything.

Dad sighed. “I think I can handle things. I will not let anyone lay a finger on my daughter.”

“Look what has happened so far, I don’t think you’ll have much of a choice,” Nona tossed in. She pulled down her visor and dropped her head back.

“Mom this is my daughter. I think I know what’s best for her,” Dad snapped.

I groaned. “You guys, calm down. We haven’t even made it home yet and you’re all freaking out. I’m an adult; I will choose what I want to do.” My fingers grazed my temples again.

But from the looks of my dad and grandmother I knew it was going to be hard to do.....

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Another Sample Sunday

Sorry I'm late. Been a busy day, but I haven't forgot about sample Sunday. After some browsing of the newest book I came upon a part I found just great. One of those parts that make you smile. Do any of you know someone like this? Enjoy and have a great week!

“I don’t know why I am here,” Nick said, he unbuttoned his jacket as he sat down next to Elle at Sadie’s funeral service. “I didn’t even know the girl.”

“Because I’d rather have you here with me than Pauly or our mother,” Elle whispered.

She watched more and more people fill the seats all around them.

“You owe me big time. I was supposed to golf today with Dad,” Nick settled back into his seat and threw his arm around the back of his sister’s. He watched all the mourners, shaking his head every few minutes and muttering to himself.

“It’s called supporting someone. And stop acting like you’re at the movies. This is someone’s funeral,” Elle reminded him.

“What happened to her?” Nick stared at the casket. “You think it was something awful seeing its shut?” He nodded at the man in front of them that looked over his shoulder with a frown on his face.

“I didn't ask. It’s not something you just ask about,” Elle snapped. “Be quiet before we are the first people ever to get thrown out of a funeral.

Elle fidgeted in her seat, her cheeks warm as more eyes gravitated in their direction. Her brother could be so insensitive sometimes.

Elle recognized Sadie’s mother as she stood up to speak.

“Sadie was my only daughter. The light of my life. And although she lived the last half of her life on the wrong side of the tracks, she still was my little girl. She just was my little girl with problems. More problems than she could handle. I always asked Sadie if things could be perfect, what would you want, baby? And she always had the same answer. She would laugh and then look me in the eye and tell me, if everything was perfect what would be the point, Mom? I’m going to miss hearing her laugh. I’m going to miss her phone calls. I’m going to miss her imperfections,” Sadie’s mother said. She wiped at her eyes and took her seat.

Elle follwed the line of people to pay her respect to Sadie. She stared at her feet as the line moved closer and closer to Sadie’s casket.

“Do you want to get lunch after this?” Nick whispered.

“Shut up,” Elle hissed. She straightened up when she was in front of Sadie’s mom. “Ms. Harris. I’m sorry about Sadie.”

Sneak peek Wednesday

Looking for another peek at the newest project I am working on? Well, have no fear! I have brought some more for everyone to enjoy. Leave your thoughts, share with the world, it all makes me smile. Hope everyone enjoys! And most importantly have a beautiful day!!

Peek #2


I dropped the dish rag into the kitchen sink and gave one last look at Dad; I would have to pry the information out of him when he came inside. I plopped down on the couch. My eyes settled on the television. I had no clue where Hunter had put the remote, so I watched the commercial.
My older brother, Austin pulled the lever at the side of the recliner. He scratched his head staring across the room confused.
“It’s Wednesday. Eight thirty,” I said, dropping my head against the sofa.
Austin rummaged for his cell phone on the end table, his hand knocked over the three newspapers and an old bottle of soda from one of the fast food restaurants he ate at on a regular basis.
I watched him fail at finding his phone before I retrieved it from the kitchen counter where I placed it. I handed it over.
“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver.” Austin lit a cigarette, those he could always find. He sifted through his phone searching for anything useful, anything that gave him a reason to get off the recliner and do something—which hardly ever happened. He was depressed and troubled, as Dad put it.
“I think Dad is going to be late tonight.” I stared out the window at the sherriff and Dad as they continued to talk. “I wonder what happened now.”
Austin exhaled. “The same thing that always happens. Someone got really fucking mad and now someone else is dead.”
I wasn’t sure if anger had anything to do with it. I wasn’t certain it always had to be anger. I didn’t know why people killed people, but it happened all the time. Our dad’s endless job was proof of that.
“I guess you’re making dinner,” Austin said, letting out an amused laugh. “What a life for such a young girl to lead.”
I rolled my eyes. I was young but not stupid. “I like my life thank you.”
“You’re telling me you enjoy taking care of a house, and your messed up family?” Austin pulled the lever on the recliner ending our conversation.
“About as much as you enjoy drinking and drugging yourself to death,” I said. “At least I am going somewhere with my life.”
Austin was still. His big feet dangled over the end of the recliner. I wanted to wrench one of his toes backwards and leave him writhing in pain. I hated when he tried to make me feel bad.
“Of course, we all know you’ll be back in school in no time,” Austin laughed.......

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Forever and Never

I stood at the back door, waiting for my dad to finish up.  I gripped the dish rag, my fingers damp, my hair lazily spilled in front of my eyes making everything in front of me  hazy, out of place, like everything else in life.

Hunter kept driving his remote control car across the uneven porch. Its incessant buzz made it almost impossible to overhear what the newest town nightmare was. However, I knew it was something. Dad was only working when someone was dead.

“Hunter, stop it. I’m trying to hear.” I hissed, not taking my eyes off of Dad or the local sheriff from our small town. Hunter, my ten-year-old brother ignored me, like he always did, and ran his car right over my bare toes.

He grinned, pleased with his torture. “You don’t need to hear about dead bodies.”

I rolled my eyes. What did he know?

As his car flew back around I gave it a swift kick sending it flying out of the open door and into the bushes. I smiled, pleased.

Headlights materialized on the kitchen wall, signaling it was time for Hunter to go. We shared the same dad. His mother, Wendy, only allowed Dad to see him on Wednesdays.

I lifted his duffel bag I packed for him and handed it over, running a hand over his messy brown hair. “See you later, punk.”

“See you later,” Hunter said, slugging me in the arm before he ran out the front door.....

Hope everyone enjoyed a peek at the new book. I think I will post a little more next week. I am looking forward to sharing this series with everyone in December! Feel free to let me know your thoughts.

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My news

Hello again. It has been some time since I updated. I have been busy following the zombies..(not really, but have you seen that on the news?! *shudders*)

Today I have some news I want to share. We recently found out that I am expecting, this will be our fourth child. I found out on my husband's birthday (what a gift) and I am very happy. Its a bit new still, it has been a while since I have been pregnant. My youngest is turning six this month.

I think I always knew I wanted a fourth child. I knew deep down that I did and I think that is why we held off on stopping our chances, because once you tie your tubes or get a vasectomy you pretty much are done.

So that's my news, I am having another baby and I couldn't be happier.

What do I hope for you might be asking... I would like to have another boy, but I will take whatever God gives me. I think in my mind I see a boy so the idea of a girl isn't even factoring in lol I have always enjoyed pregnancy, mine were great experiences. This one has already proven a little tougher with my moods. But now those are under control and I am feel like myself again and I couldn't be happier.

What about writing??!?!?

On the book writing front, that has came to a screeching halt since beginning of April. But I hope to get back into gear. I re-released Gypsies, and I think its better than it was before the rewrite. I hope everyone enjoys it.

I plan on finishing Ink 2 up this summer. I read some chapter the other day and I was excited about it. I can't wait to release it to all the Ink fans in August. I wonder how everyone will feel about Ink 2. I myself think its going to be great.

And to end this I will leave everyone with a sneak peek into Ink 2, enjoy! :  

Summer had begun. I came to a stop in front of the beach house. Glad to be home and done with school for the summer. A lot had changed in a year. I enrolled in Ashwilder’s big sister school, Asu. I had Nona to thank for that. If not for her I would have never afforded such a place. College proved hard, but I loved every second of it. Although I had to admit I loved being home even better.

Dad hurried down the porch steps. “There’s my girl. Welcome home, Hope.” He wrapped his arms around me tightly, not letting me get a breath in. I kissed his cheek before I had to pry his arms off of me.

“Missed you guys too, where are Elliot and Easton?” I searched the beach, the house, anywhere they could possibly be. I knew the answer before Dad even said it.

“Well you know how teenage boys are when they discover girls,” Dad told me. He took my duffel bag. “I barely see anyone anymore. It’s nice that your back.”

I followed on his heels up the steps. Noticing the new paintjob, Dad had a lot of time on his hands now. I wasn’t there to keep him busy and help him out anymore. It took a couple months to accept that I couldn’t be superman. That he had to learn to survive without me, but I did, and looking at him now I knew that everything worked out just fine.

Dad touched my hair. “New hairdo?” He smirked.

I ran a hand through my longer style. “It’s trendy. All the girls on campus do chic.”

Dad nodded, totally out of the loop and not caring in the least, as long as I was happy he was. “So what are the plans?”

I opened the refrigerator, scrunching my nose at the lack of food. “Getting you some groceries.” Dad shook his head, refusing to give in and admit he would be lost without me. When he disappeared into the living room I raised a single finger at my palm, concentrating hard.

“What’s that?” Dad asked, returning with a pile of mail. He handed it over.

“Pudding cup,” I said, shaking the chocolate pudding at him. He gave me an odd expression.

“That’s odd. I didn’t even know we had pudding.” He opened the refrigerator taking another look inside. I smirked.

A disgruntled bunch of characters.

Well today is Friday. And I think its been long enough. Things need to be said. Things need to be dealt with. My characters are running a muck in my mind and now one of them wants to take over my blog for the day. So, if you understand what's going on here enjoy the ride. If not, don't worry I'm not crazy. I'm just a writer.

*pulls up a chair and a tablet, dons the white coat, thanks the heavens he doesn't know she's there* This really looks like some kind of Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.

"I don't feel we got the justice we deserved. Yeah, sure I know we were her first creation. Her first attempt at storytelling. And I must say, I think I was her best character. But did she really have to pair me up with such a whiny chick? Eve? Really? I had to stoop that low and have a fling with my brother's needy,sometimes mental girlfriend?"

It seems Kenny has a lot of issues with my ways back when I was starting out. He doesn't seem to understand that it was my first run. I think he should appreciate being the first. *Glares at the back of Kenny's head as he keeps talking crap*

"I think I deserve my own book. I want a fair shot at this ridiculous thing called love. She's always writing about love in all these books. I'd love a shot at screwing up Hope's life over in Ink land. I would kick Slade's ass. Oh look at me, I'm dark and brooding and sing rock music. Look at me I'm Kenny Carlo I kill people for a living, I'd win that battle every time."

I'm sensing some jealousy issues. He has a point. But I am not so sure Kenny could survive in a world outside of Wingless. Or rather I am not sure anyone else could survive in their world with Kenny in it.

"I got the shittiest  ending of any of her characters. Forced to love someone she knew I was never meant for. Such a bad rap I probably scare serial killers and than she just up and ends the series. I say we riot and demand another book!"

*shuts the door* I think that about sums it up for today folks.  If we learned anything it would be, don't piss off your characters. They all deserve respect even if some are a little more rough around the edges than others.

Have a happy Friday! And if you never read Wingless (where my writing began) check it out.