I’m soooo excited to that I finally get to tell you more about my upcoming NA novel Regret Me Not. This was a story that came together at my kitchen table as I sat captivated, listening to a woman I barely knew tell me a deeply personal story. This is not a true story, nor is it based on her experience, but it was definitely inspired by her.
At one point, I seriously thought of dismissing the whole idea and focusing on another WIP-And Forever, but when another woman opened up to me about an experience of hers, (sort of related) I took it as a sign to get back to work on this.
I’m sure you’re wondering what Regret Me Not is about, well here is synopsis-
For Mackenzie Green life is full of regrets; regrets from choices she made in the past, regrets for the things she’ll never see in her future. She regrets letting her grades slip while her sister was in rehab, ensuring she’ll never break away from the rumor-run, small town she lives in. She regrets breaking up with her future All American football playing boyfriend, Brayden Turner out of fear of getting hurt. Most of all she regrets every decision she made leading up to the night that changed her life forever.
It’s only after Brayden cuts her off completely that Mackenzie realizes how much she wants him in her life.
Can Mackenzie find the courage to learn from her mistakes and move forward or will she spend her days consumed with regrets? Is it too late to convince Brayden she wants him in her life and that she’s in it for the long haul? Most of all, can she accept that sometimes bad things happen no matter how hard you try to protect yourself from them? Can she put it all behind her or will she live an unfulfilled life full of regrets?
And the moment you’ve been waiting for, the cover!
So what do you think? When you look at the cover, what is the one word that comes to mind?
I felt my face heat with color. My legs jiggled beneath the table, and I didn’t quite know what to do with my hands, so I placed them at the top of my hairline, hoping no one would notice how they trembled. I cleared my throat hoping it would help strengthen my voice, it didn’t. I raised my eyes and looked at the faces waiting expectantly for me to continue reading. With my heart racing, I laughed. I laughed like a ten year old boy that had permission to say a naughty word in the middle of class. I tried to pull myself together, but it was too late. The giggles had taken over and I couldn’t find my way back to the quiet confidence I usually carried myself with.
This isn’t the beginning of a new book, or short story. This is the most accurate description I could give of my time with my writing group when I attempted to read the first chapter of Regret Me Not.
I love my writing group. This is where I’ve learned to become a better writer. The place I go to meet with my peers and colleagues. I’ve been going to this same group for a decade now. Sure I’ve missed meetings here and there when life gets in the way, but when it comes to writing, this is my safe haven, the place where I leave my inhibitions at the door. Since joining, I’ve learned to hone my skills, and write my first draft as if it’s my final. Of course I still draft and edit, but I find my first draft isn’t lacking as much of the detail and emotion as it did ten years ago. I know beyond a doubt sharing with this amazing group of people makes me a better writer. So why did I freak out?
It was the subject matter. Let’s just say this book starts off much sexier than any of my previous books and I was afraid (of all things,) that they would judge me. How ridiculous!
It’s not ridiculous because we all know and respect each other, it’s ridiculous because I am a writer. My success is dependent on people judging me. Aren’t writers looking for bloggers to review their work? Okay so maybe it’s not a personal judgment, but it is a judgment about how you view the subject matter, how deep you delve into your characters, and the very words you use. Any writer hopes when a new book is released that people will not only read it, but recommend it, whether it’s by word of mouth or through a written review. So I say to this, Judge me. I look forward to it!
What are your thoughts? How do you feel about being judged?
I am pleased to present you with an excerpt of Rachel Walter’s new release A Message of Flowers
White Carnations – pure love, sweet and lovely.
Daisy – Innocence, beauty, simplicity.
To florist, Georgina Nickols, every flower has a meaning and a purpose. Flowers are something she knows, lives, and breathes. But when they start mysteriously showing up on her porch, she’s unsure of their meaning, and of who is leaving them.
What do these flowers mean to the messenger?
An old friend from high school, Corbin Waylay, moves back to town. When he shows up, he stirs up all kinds of trouble for Georgina. Her life-long friend, Sid Trail, hates him and makes that fact clear to Georgina. But despite the warnings from her friend, she just can’t help the feelings that resurface. The feelings she hasn’t felt for anyone since high school graduation, the feelings that only Corbin can induce.
As Corbin moves closer into her life, it causes a rift between her and Sid. The mystery flowers continue to appear and begin to add to the stresses of life.
Love, secrets, pain, and lies surround Georgina, putting her trust to the test.
When the messenger is finally revealed, will the meaning of the flowers be enough to repair the damage of those hidden secrets?
Forget Me Nots – Remember me forever, good memories, hope.
Single Red Rose – I love you.
And now for an excerpt!
When we get inside, he orders the pizza while I feed Chowder. I can’t help but look at him any chance I can. He’s shirtless, it’s bound to happen.
“Twenty minutes,” he says, catching me ogling him.
I blush. “Sounds good.”
Oh God, he caught me staring at his bare chest! He’s going to make an excuse to leave, just like every time I tried to get close to him in high school.
He walks up to me, slowly. “Sunshine, you wouldn’t happen to have a shirt that’s, ya know, not girly?”
I frown slightly. “Yea, I probably do.” I walk around him towards my bedroom and feel him follow me. “It might not fit as well as your own shirts, but it’ll do.” I bend over in my closet and dig in the box that contains some of my dad’s shirts. I smile as I pull out a “Pull My Finger” tee. Dad was a character, loved wearing funny tees at inappropriate events.
I turn and see him staring at me, leaning against my bedpost. “Here,” I say quietly and hand him the shirt.
He pulls it over his head and laughs when he looks down. “Your dad wore a shirt like this one to graduation.”
I nod and look away. That shirt will definitely keep me from ogling him. As I walk passed him to the door, he stops me by putting his hand on mine.
“Thank you,” he whispers, tugging me into him for a hug.
I wrap my arms around his waist and let him hold me. It feels nice to be in his arms, comforting and safe. I pull back and look up to him. “Anytime.”
His brown eyes search mine and fall to my lips.
I can’t move.
I can’t breathe.
Anticipation has me trapped in the safety of his arm, unmoving. While my insides scream, “Kiss me you fool!”
“Let’s go wait for the pizza?” He whispers.
Disappointment burns through me, I push it down to my stomach, adding it to the butterflies, anger, and shock, making one hell of an emotional cocktail.
I nod and untangle myself from his arms. I’m still not worthy to be his girl.
I should just go meet someone who isn’t afraid to kiss me. Someone that isn’t Corbin, or Sid.
Rachel lives in Central Pennsylvania, is a stay at home mom, and has a wonderful husband, total of 4 kids, 3 of which are step kids. She’s a true Pittsburgh Penguins and Steelers fan. She’s an insomniac that loves coffee, Johnny Depp movies and bonfires, dislikes driving on the interstate, bugs of any kind, and a too quiet house. When she’s not playing with the people inside her head, making her family think she belongs in the loony bin or writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, finding new music, new books, helping someone or plotting something equally crazy with her Critique Partners. Be sure to check out her debut YA Paranormal True Connection.
So What do you think?
I’m pleased and honored to be part of the cover reveal for Tiffany King’s Contradictions.
First a little about Tiffany-
USA Today Bestselling author Tiffany King is a lifelong reading fanatic who is now living her dream as a writer, weaving Young Adult and New Adult romance tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and two wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her addictions include: Her iphone and ipad, chocolate, Diet Coke, chocolate, Harry Potter, chocolate, zombies and her favorite TV shows. Want to know what they are? Just ask.
Where to connect with Tiffany
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“Books provide the ultimate getaway for me. A good story is a vehicle that takes you to another place, another time, or another world. I love reading the words and letting my imagination do the rest. I appreciate and respect every author who has the courage to put your work out there for the world to see.”
USA Today Bestselling Author of Misunderstandings
Coming December 2014
From The Berkley Publishing Group/Penguin Group (USA) LLC
When everything starts spinning out of control…
Three years into college, Tressa Oliver’s life is a nonstop party. She’s skating by in her classes, and there’s no shortage of drinking, dancing and general hell-raising. The only aspect that hasn’t been much fun: she can’t shake the toxic jerks that always seem to gravitate toward her.
It will take someone totally wrong…
Trent Lawson is the classic anti-bad boy: smart, boring, and way too serious. To a wild girl like Tressa, there’s no way in hell they’re compatible—especially since Trent seems to see straight through her defenses.
To set her right.
When a college prank goes terribly wrong, Tressa starts to suspect that her partying ways are leading nowhere fast. Now, she has to turn to the last person she ever thought she’d ask for help—and quickly discovers that there’s more to Trent than meets the eye…
Praise for the novels of Tiffany King
“A MUST-READ for New Adult contemporary romance fans.”
—New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young
“Sweet and sexy! Great characters and an intriguing romance…So good!”
—New York Times bestselling author Cora Carmack
And now with no further ado, here it is, the main event . . . the cover of Contradictions
Go on, add it to your TBR list and tell me what you think of it!
First, I would like to thank you for coming here to check out my special announcement. First, I’d like to thank all the bloggers that haven given up their time not only to read my books, but for the reviews that follow as well. I’d like to thank every reader that has ever picked up one of my books and given them a chance. And finally I’d like to thank all of my fans that have felt compelled to reach out to me. I have appreciated all of your letters, messages, and support, whether it came in an email, or just a short and sweet tweet.
When I began this journey, I had no expectations. I had dreams and hopes and wishes, but to say I expected For Always to take on a life of its own would not be true. Since its release in October of 2011, many people have contacted me asking me if I planned to write a sequel. I thought Stephanie and Jordan’s story had been completed, but for many of you, it wasn’t enough. So because you asked, because you told me in no uncertain terms you wanted it, I am working on And Forever, the sequel to For Always. And Forever picks up where For Always ended. While Stephanie and Jordan are finally a couple, they still carry the same baggage they had before. Can their love survive the ghosts of their past and the challenges of the future?
I hope you are excited about this as I am. I expect And Forever to be released in July 2014. Until then, look for teasers on Facebook and Twitter. And before I go, I leave you with this, the prologue of And Forever. Once again thank you for being so amazing. Happy Reading!
The scent of death lingered nearby. Always. Only I didn’t attract it, I repelled it, like a deflector shield. This was my lot in life, to extend the days of those I loved. That theory came from Jordan; the keeper of my heart, and the love of my life!
I sighed. I didn’t realize I did it until Jordan apologized. Again.
“I’m sorry Steph, I don’t want to be distracted.”
“I know. I understand. Promise.”
He misunderstood. It was a contented sigh. One that said I was thrilled my boyfriend was driving me to school. The sigh was a sign of how surreal sitting next to Jordan and knowing that he loved me was. How I couldn’t believe in a matter of hours he’d be leaving me alone on the college campus, and I intended to savor each minute with him. The sigh was the only chance I had of getting any of those sentiments across because he didn’t want me to talk while he was driving. I knew just being in the car together was challenging for him.
Jordan still suffered the after effects of a terrible car accident that left his ex-girlfriend dead. Of course he was breaking up with her at the time because he loved me, and I pushed him into making a choice between us. When he served as my unexpected prom date, I made him admit his feelings. That’s what led to his break-up with Madison, leaving him in a swamp of guilt induced quick sand when she died. But we worked through all that.
I didn’t bother saying anything further to try and reassure him I wasn’t upset. I’d already been warned he couldn’t concentrate on the road and to keep the radio down. The problem was he wanted it down so low I couldn’t hear the music. I glanced at his hands on the steering wheel, his knuckles were white. He held on so tight I expected his fingers to cramp up. I hated that this was so hard for him. I wished I knew how to make it better, but the only thing I could do was stand beside him and hope in time he’d heal.
I turned to my window, watching the never ending expanse of trees zoom by. I wished for a brief moment I’d gone in the other car with my mother and her new, at least new to me, boyfriend Eddie. I’d been clueless about Eddie, but after her health scare last week, she came clean. She wanted to see him and had been ordered to take a few days off of work. Work is where they’d rendezvous during lunch. She’d been frightened when they first told her it looked like a heart attack and realized it was silly to keep him hidden away. No way I wanted to hear what cheesy, weird things they might be talking about. I mean it was my mom, gross. Still, I was happy for her. My father died a decade ago and as far as I knew she’d never dated before.
I chose to ride with Jordan, because even in the deafening silence, and the tension he carried on his shoulders every time we got in a car together, there was nowhere else I’d rather be. From the first moment he spoke to me, he owned my heart. It was branded with his name. I’d tried for four years to move on, to forget him, but that wasn’t an option for me. No one could hold a candle to him.
“Hey,” He pulled my attention back to the here and now. “You know I love you right?”
I smiled. Of course he knew that would make me smile, that’s why he said it. It felt like that’s all I’d done over the last week since he found me crying on the beach. I’ll never forget the wave of relief that washed over me when I found out he’d been spared from a terrible plane crash. He never made it on the plane because I called him at the last minute in an attempt to get him to stay. Thank goodness I did. I didn’t know where he was going or why, but Maria warned me that he was leaving, and it might be forever.
I always believed myself to be the root cause of the bad things that happen to people around me, Jordan thought I was what kept them hanging on. I didn’t believe him, at least not yet. But having him try to convince me otherwise promised to be amazing.
So what do you think? Are you excited? Remember, your thoughts and comments keep me inspired! And now for the giveaway!
It is my extreme pleasure to present you with the cover for my fellow author and friend Jen Naumann’s new book Paranormal Keepers. I’ve had the pleasure of reading two of Jen’s books so far, Mind Static and Cheating Death both books sucked me in right from the beginning and kept me intrigued throughout. I have no doubt Paranormal Keepers will live up to the same high standards I’ve come to expect from Jen!
Ready to learn more about Paranormal Keepers?
Everyone thinks Harper Young killed her boyfriend. No one will say it to her face, but the signs are everywhere.
It’s almost been a year since Gavin was torn from Harper’s arms and brutally murdered. The police wrote it off as a freak accident, deciding Harper’s strange testimony was given under duress. But she knows something unnatural was involved and refuses to stop looking until she finds his killer, even if it means her reputation as a senior is ruined. Even if it means there really are monsters living among us.
With the discovery of the mothmen, witches, vampires and all the creatures she always suspected were out there, Harper finds herself amidst a complex bundle of unseen heroes who call themselves “Keepers”, sworn to keep the secret of the paranormal creatures that walk this earth. As she tries to understand what’s so special about her that she’s able to break an old Keeper law, Harper has a baffling vision of kissing a mysterious guy before a blade is brought down on him. Before she can get a handle on her future, she becomes central to a battle between the questionable “heroes” and the evil she’s been training to fight, leaving her to wonder if there’s any way to change the fate that has been foretold
Ooh sounds awesome, I can’t wait to read it.
And now for the moment you’ve been waiting for, here’s the cover to Paranormal Keepers.
So What do you think?
I don’t know if it was spending Christmas Eve in Brooklyn, or my husband telling me about the squirrel stew on Duck Dynasty, but I’ve had a longing these past few days for home. Sure I love where I live now, but even recent dreams have brought me back to streets of Brooklyn. Maybe not the streets exactly, more like Remsen Pharmacy. It seems like every few months I look to find my way back there. No matter how wonderful my life is here, a part of me will always long to recapture my younger days.
I went into Top Tomato today, and it brought me back. Back to days of passing it in Brooklyn, comforted to know that Buddy’s and Fairy Land Arcade are right behind it. How many times I’d beg my mother to take me to Buddy’s. How I loved to ride those ten rides. I looked at the different breads on the shelf. Breads I won’t buy because without my mother I know it won’t be eaten. I bought artichokes, a food my kids won’t eat, but a childhood favorite of mine, no matter which grandmother made them. I thought about calling my aunt to tell her I missed her, but she’s no longer here either.
So much has changed since my early days in Brooklyn. It’s not just about looking back and realizing what’s missing and no longer here, it’s also about celebrating what’s new. Today I cooked a meal I hadn’t before. My father stopped by and we all watched football together, not because it was a holiday, but just because. While I enjoy many of the new adventures life has brought about, I’ll never forget from where I came. Brooklyn isn’t just a place, it’s a part of me!