It’s been a while, and I have so much to tell you! Let’s start with what’s happening right now! I am so pleased and excited to reveal the cover of my upcoming NA Contemporary Romance Into You. Into You will take you on twists and turns you don’t see coming. For anyone that fell for Tyler in the Heart Waves Series, I think Carter will weasel his way into your heart.
Into You Synopsis
“You start out with the best of intentions, but inevitably you hurt each other. I love you, but that didn’t stop me from hurting you last night, or this morning. Love sucks. It’s just the way it is.”
Falling in love is easy. But what happens when that love has been tossed aside and trampled on by the person who swore to cherish it? Can you ever trust again, or will the bitter taste of betrayal keep you from allowing anyone else in?
Carter and Elizabeth come with their own baggage. Both have had their hearts broken and carry the scars of the past into their relationship with each other. Is love ever enough? Can it overcome?
By allowing the wrong person into her heart Elizabeth only knew of love tainted with secrets and lies. Can Carter convince her he wants the whole package, heart, body and soul? As Carter attempts to faces his past with Elizabeth by his side, it continues to haunt him at every turn. Can he let go and believe in her enough to leave his past behind him, or will he push too hard and send her running into another man’s arms?
Okay, ready for the cover- Here it is!
As you can see by the cover, this book is intended for readers age 17+ due to sexual situations and strong language
Into You will be released on December 27th 2014. So what do you think of the cover? Are you looking forward to it?
There are always a few movies that time seems to have forgotten. What I mean by that is no matter how much time goes by, you never grow tired of watching, and those initial feeling that have your belly fluttering, either because it’s incredibly sexy, or action packed never completely leave. Even though you’ve seen the movie before and know what’s going to happen next, you wait with great expectation, butterflies soaring as if you’ve never seen it before.
A few of these movies that come to mind are Star Wars, ET and Dirty Dancing. As I sit here and watch the end of a movie I’ve seen countless times, it brings back memories of the time in my life when I first saw it, and how I had this idea there’s nothing sexier than a man that can dance. I’m thinking the creators of Dancing With the Stars may have had similar thoughts.
I think it was the sexy connection between Johnny and Baby that made me pull the trigger on an idea I had swarming around my head for years. Searching for an activity neither of us engaged in before that we could learn and enjoy together, I set up a private dance lesson for my husband and me. I had this crazy Idea that dancing together would bring us closer. I don’t’ think we ever laughed so hard, and while we never went back for another lesson, it did bring us closer together, and there’s no one I’d rather dance with.
What’s move can you watch anytime anywhere? Which movie has moved you to action? How did it turn out?
The pieces of my broken heart jutted out like sharp jagged barbs. When it found another heart equally fragmented, they joined together. The points no longer stuck out ready to prick any passerby that happened to be in the vicinity. The needle like structures latched on to each other as the two hearts came together. Dangerous points softened and rounded each other out. That was how Tyler and I complemented each other.
I woke up to sunshine. I couldn’t remember the last time that happened. I couldn’t remember the last time I even paid attention. It was a new day. Although winter had yet to officially begin, I felt like I’d finally woken from the long, self-imposed hibernation I’d been in for months. The sun was shining and I was okay.
I heard the buzzing sound of my phone vibrating on my night table. I picked it up and found a message from Tyler.
Good morning beautiful.
My stomach tightened. I smiled. I had a thing for Tyler, volatile, unpredictable Tyler. And he had a thing for me.
Be ready in an hour. I want to take you somewhere.
Oh no, not another adventure! I didn’t think my heart could handle that. Just thinking about the crazy stunt he pulled in the car on our last escapade made me question my judgment as far as he was concerned. But the more I told myself to stay away from Tyler, the more drawn to him I seemed to be. Now we were taking a chance on each other, giving in to the pull drawing us together from the day we met.
And then there was Reece. I never lived my life according to my premonitions. But I wanted to believe this one, no matter what it would lead to. I wanted to believe Reece was alive.
I showered and dressed taking special care in applying my make-up. Like an artist at work I opened my palette of eye shadow and brushed the color across my lids. I hadn’t worn it since the night before Reece died. I looked at my reflection and shook my head. I promised myself a new beginning. I must not think of Reece. I must not think of Reece I repeated through my mind.
“He left you,” I said to the image staring back at me. “Whatever happened to him, his intention was to leave you behind.”
I sat down on the top step of my front porch running my thumb over my smooth, perfectly polished fingernails. The cool air swirled and swished, forcing me to pull my jacket tighter around me. I tucked my chin down and inside like a turtle in the hope of keeping warm. Still, I wanted to be outside in the bright sunlight.
I was done with the dark, done going through the motions of life and moving through it like a zombie. I knew I was risking my heart being with Tyler. With a sledgehammer he broke through the thick, cinderblock walls I surrounded myself with and made my adrenaline kick in. Not to mention what he did to my libido.
I never wanted anyone in that way until Reece. Maybe I was a late bloomer. I rather blame it on my neighbor Mike, and all the stunts he pulled when I started dating. After Reece died I thought that part of me had been dead and buried right along with him; until Tyler and I started spending time together.
From the moment we met I knew he was trouble. But he opened up and let me in. He let me see inside his heart. That he even had a heart would be a surprise to most people, but he was just as hurt and broken as I was. Maybe even more. Only unlike me, he lashed out to keep people away.
But there was always this sort of charge between us. Not electricity. Nothing like what I felt with Reece. That was once-in-a-lifetime special.
But there was something pulling Tyler and I together. No one was more surprised than me to find how out how jealous and possessive I was with him. When we were at the gym and other girls teased and tempted him with their lustful stares, I wanted to scratch their eyes out.
I wanted Tyler, wanted to claim him for my own, in a very animalistic way. And now, I not only admitted it, I was ready for the world to know it.
Tyler pulled up to the curb in his red BMW driving faster than he should’ve down my street. Seeing me sitting outside he rolled down his window.
“Waiting for someone?”
I stood and headed down to the car. “You need to slow down around here,” I said climbing in.
“Can’t help it. All I could think about was getting to you.”
Before I could pull the seatbelt over my shoulder, Tyler leaned forward for a kiss. My pulse raced. Tyler was by far the best kisser I’d ever experienced. Reece was magical, but Tyler skillful. His mouth met mine as his tongue swept over my lips, making them part willingly to engage in and enjoy the kiss. Before he broke away, Tyler’s teeth grazed my bottom lip.
“The best part of being away from you is knowing I get to do that when I see you again,” he said.
I took a deep breath before Tyler drove off. I needed to have my wits about me in case the needle on the speedometer rose above the twenty-five miles posted throughout my neighborhood. I watched him, and could tell he was nervous. He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove and peeked over at me every few seconds.
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Seriously? You think I can’t tell when you’re lying?”
This made him stare at me even longer.
“I’m just wondering how you’re going to react to my surprise.”
“Who are you kidding? I’m sure you planned it because of the reaction you expected.”
He shook his head. “This time, Jenna, I haven’t got a clue.”
So do you have any ideas what his surprise is? What would you like it to be? Do you think Jenna will like it?
First, I’d like to thank all of my wonderful fans for picking up my books and giving them chance. This book is truly for you, my readers, and my fans. I did my best to create a scenario that worked for all my Team Tyler people as well as the Team Reece people. I know that your allegiances run deep, so I hope you’re happy
I knew that even those leery of Tyler developed sort of protective feelings for him in Breaking Waves. You still don’t trust him, but he’s worn you down a little, sort of like he did with Jenna. Well, we finally get to find out what happens. Is he as bad as Reece thinks or is he just misunderstood? I’ll let you decide!
You know what a cover reveal means, right? Waves of Love will be released soon. How about for a Halloween treat?
Are you ready for the cover? Are you sure you’re ready? Here it is!
What do you think the cover tells you? Any predications? Any advice for Reece or Tyler? How about Jenna?
If you haven’t started the Heart Waves series yet, here’s your chance! Enter to win one of 3 ebooks of Heart Waves.
So excited to be part of Jen Naumann’s cover reveal for the sequal in her zombie series, The Day Zombies Ruined My Perfectly Boring Life. Ready? Here it is!
Ever since the zombie virus hit Emma’s irritatingly boring Midwestern hometown, she’s been on the run with her old best friend-turned-boyfriend Finn. On their journey, they’ve witnessed some pretty disgusting deaths, narrowly escaped life-threatening escapades that sometimes included one of their own pulling a gun on them numerous times, and redefined the definition of what makes up a family (as it turns out, soldiers and geeks can be pretty decent). They’ve even learned the disturbing truth behind the mysterious virus. But after Emma was bit by one of the infected trying to save her neighbor boy, she was told she would not have long to live.
In the thrilling sequel to The Day Zombies Ruined My Perfectly Boring Life, Finn will help to tell the story as Emma and the gang are faced with the most crucial life-changing decisions yet. They’ll come across an unfortunate group of rednecks, discover the truth of what happened to Finn’s federal agent mother, and finally see a chance at truly being safe without having to run anymore. But in the middle of it all, Emma and Finn’s relationship will soar to completely uncomfortable levels when Finn takes things one step too far. And between being
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I have some exciting news. For Always is now available on Kobo, yay!!! It’s also available in Paperback, Kindle and Nook formats. To celebrate, I decided to post the Prologue. It’s a coming of age story that follows the characters over a four year period, starting in YA and ending in NA. So what do you think? Don’t forget to leave a comment!
I entered the world with a massive defect. I attracted death. Like a magnet. I could feel it all around me. It wrapped its icy fingers tight around my chest, leaving me no room for escape. It enveloped me, draped over my shoulders like a heavy dark shroud.
The day I was born my cousin died in a car accident. Eight days after my birth, while holding me in her arms my mother’s mother closed her eyes, bowed her head, and breathed her last breath. At four years of age, while sleeping at her house, my mother’s sister suffered a cerebral hemorrhage caused by an aneurism.
The gurgling sound of retching woke me. I opened my eyes to see my aunt on the other side of the bed, eyes open and rolled to the back of her head, vomit oozing out of her mouth. I ran around the bed and brought the small garbage pail to her bedside. I shook her shoulder trying to wake her, to get her attention. She didn’t speak or move. I called my mother. And then I dialed 911.
I brought bad luck to all around me. Pets only reinforced my beliefs. Dogs died prematurely. One suffered a heart attack at only three years of age. Another suffered smoke inhalation.
The candle’s flame danced and burned on the kitchen table, hold¬ing me mesmerized in front of it. I’d been drinking water and spilled some. I reached for a paper towel on the other side of the candle to wipe up my mess.
The paper towel seemed to slice right through the orange, flicker¬ing flame. I never saw anything so amazing! As if it were a magic trick that needing perfecting, I tried it again and again and again, until I felt the scorching heat move with me and the smell of fire tickling my nose. I didn’t know what to do with the paper towel. It was burning so fast and the flame kept growing.
I looked around quickly wondering what to do. I had only an instant to decide. My mother lay on the living room couch, napping in front of the TV. I didn’t want to wake her, afraid she’d be mad I played with the candle. I threw the blazing paper into the plastic garbage pail next to the table.
The fire grew and now large flames shot out of the pail. I blew on the fire, trying to put it out like a birthday candle. It didn’t help. The smoke detector sounded, chiming in a steady rhythm of loud beeps, like an obnoxious car alarm.
I felt arms pick me up and spin me away from the shooting flames and melting pail. My mother screamed for me to get out of the house as she ran for the hose attached to the kitchen sink. I stood frozen in place. I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t leave her to die trying to fix my mistake.
Once the fire was under control Mom poured huge pots of water into the garbage, and eventually picked up the pail and placed it in the sink with continuous water running over it. We didn’t even look for Lucky, our five year old pug, until well after the fire had been extinguished. She hadn’t come out at all. Not to go for a walk. Not for a drink of water. Mom called Lucky. She didn’t move from her spot under the kitchen table.
Small dog, small lungs.
There were others, too. We had a gerbil, Frisky. I took Frisky out and held him in my hands, petting him gently with my pointer finger while my mother cleaned his tank. I held Frisky up near my nose.
“Who’s the sweetest little gerbil?” I asked.
Frisky, living up to his name liked to move a lot. I didn’t want to drop my squiggling ball of fur, so I tightened my grip just a bit.
Frisky bit me. I yelped as I dropped him on the floor. Mom, squea¬mish around him to begin with, panicked and dropped the twenty gallon glass tank squarely on him. Gerbil pancake.
The most devastating loss of all came at eight years old. My father left for work in the morning and never came back. He suffered a massive heart attack on the train. No pain. No warning.
The only constants in my life were my mother, my best friend Maria, who saw past my defect, and the great black cloud of despair that ruled my world. It was the only thing I could count on to never leave me alone.
Until Jordan changed my life.
I have something exciting to show you. New book covers. They are the same stories of some of your favorite character, Jenna, Reece and the ever swoon worthy Tyler, but with a new (and hopefully improved) look.
But that’s not all, Heart Waves and Breaking Waves were given a new price to celebrate their new look. Now you can purchase them for $0.99 just in time to get caught up before Waves of Love is released.
Waves of Love, the final installment in the Heart Waves Series is finished! Now it’s in the hands of beta readers, but the point is, it will be available soon!
So what do you think? Which do you like better, the old covers or the new ones?
Irony- incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result; an event or result marked by such incongruity
So in looking at this definition, does anyone else find the fate of Ariel Castro ironic? He kidnapped and held prisoner three young girls for a decade. He raped and beat these young ladies. He toyed with them and taunted them, yet he couldn’t handle even a year of confinement. Forget a year he couldn’t handle six months.
If you follow me at all or have read To My Hero: A Blog of Our Journey together, you know that I have strong feelings on the subject of abuse and rape. When Michelle Knight, Gina DeJesus, and Amanda Berry escaped his clutches, I said they were strong, brave women for surviving the hell they had been through. What surprised me most was the silence on social media about them. They deserved better. And they deserved to see the monster that tormented them suffer. Instead he took the cowardly way out. Funny, these amazing women whom he tried his hardest to break never let the blanket of numbness and nothingness death promises, seduce them into taking their own lives.
Rape isn’t about sex. It’s about power and control. Many times rapists will try to find someone they deem week, someone they want to break and control. Often it’s because they’ve somehow been made to feel inadequate. When they lose control, they lose everything.
For all of the nameless faces and silent voices we pass in our daily lives that carry the pain of rape and/or abuse, but especially for Michelle Knight, Gina DeJesus and Amanda Berry; so many of you have suffered in silence, I want you to know, you are stronger and better than your aggressor. You will survive, and you are not alone.
In honor of the person who issued the Danielle Sibarium challenge where people were asked to find some “Hot reads” about me, I’d like to issue a different Danielle Sibarium challenge. I challenge you to find your favorite “Hot reads,” by me. Pick your top three favorite hot scenes and/or quotes written by me. All you need to do is write the name of the book, who said it, or who the scene was between then add the quote, or describe the scene.
Breaking Waves- Tyler- You’re right. I do. I wish you’d climb in bed with me & do unspeakable things.”
Remember, the quotes and scenes, could come from any my books, you can even use teasers or bonus scenes I’ve written! Let’s see how many “Hot Reads,” we can come up with. Ready, set go!
At the end of July I wrote a post about winning tickets to see John Edward on The View. Just before the show aired, it was brought to my attention that a forum existed where people were debating whether he is a fraud, victimizing innocent people or not. My name was brought into the discussion (not by me). As an exercise in proving how easy it is for people like him to collect and gather information on the average individual a challenge was issued, to find ten facts about me.
I had no part in the conversation for or against. I have my own personal beliefs and my reasons for them. My goal isn’t to sway anyone either way but clear up a few facts. First of all, yes the people at that taping did win the tickets. In fact all tickets for The View are free. Until that that showing, I had never before been to The View, seen John Edward live, or bought any of his products. While waiting to get in I listened and spoke with the people around me. No one said anything or gave any hint toward what they were hoping to hear or who they were hoping to hear from. The people right behind me got the first reading. None of the people on line were asked to fill out any questionnaires or forms. We just had to show photo ID as proof of who we were.
I did not receive a reading. I want to make sure that is clear. The people on the forum went under an assumption that I did receive one, and that anyone could find information on me. I think the point was supposed to be on any person, but they happened to use me as the example. Several people Googled me and visited my website. They collected facts and posted them on the forum as some sort of game, (something I wasn’t thrilled about), and proof that if I did receive a reading that’s how the information was obtained.
So here’s my theory. If John Edward was truly a fraud, I would have gotten a reading. I was a perfect candidate for that particular type of con. If he or his people searched my blog they could have gathered a lot of personal information about me. I would have definitely received a message from my mother. It’s common knowledge that she died. I’ve talked about decisions I’ve made because of her extended illness and looming death. I’ve mentioned her, her suffering, and her death many times publicly. And here’s the part that really made me a perfect patsy, I even have a picture of me on my blog. Not just on my blog, on many people’s blogs. In fact if you Google me, my picture comes up without even having to visit a site.
So what do you think, have you been swayed one way or the other? Again, that wasn’t my purpose, but I can’t be held accountable for unintended consequences. Do you think John Edward is a fraud or the real thing?