I refuse resolutions. *Excerpt Alert*

2015 has been an interesting year for me. A lot of changes happened and some were not in my control. From starting the year in a new position at my old job, to out of town adventures with fantastic friends, to my job being dissolved and gaining a new employer, finding myself underneath another vehicle in my own tiny death box, to turning another decade older and hating it the entire way. See? Interesting.

I have also been extremely productive in the last two months on getting my second book to the Black Tears series written and edited. Oh, what a long road that has been. If it hadn’t been for that car accident, I would still be far more behind than I’d like to be. This book has a lot of depth stemming from the ending of my last book. Still, the entirety of the story overwhelms me a little. I’m constantly being reminded by my characters that things have happened in the story that I need to tell you (the readers) about. UGH! Just shut up already! 🙂

I refuse resolutions for the New Year. None of that, “New Year, New Me!” So bogus. Why a new you when the current you is just fine? Sure, you may need to improve yourself in some areas or you’ll learn new eye-opening information that might change your entire perspective on life. Whatever you encounter, the old you isn’t going anywhere. Be happy with what life has given you thus far. That is what has created the beautiful person that is reading this very blog. Good things and bad things.

Fine. If you want to resolve to being a rescue dog lady, I can get on board with that. And I guess I can say that I will get this book published, but that really is going to happen regardless.

I just happen to be looking at anyone who can design my cover for this one. I’m at a loss as to what I want so I can’t really do it on my own this time around.

I’m also looking for a book reviewer/beta readers. Anyone interested?

As proof of my craziness, here’s an excerpt to preview what’s to come!

The warm rain splattered against the splintered wood railing of the back porch. The paint chipped and fading like a memory, Charlee watched from the kitchen window as the wood became increasingly discolored from each droplet. Mom decided chili would be good for a day like this and the room was filled in a bouquet of spices, peaking the interest of any nose occupying the same space. She’d already sat out the halved pimento cheese sandwiches and the large pitcher of sweet tea beading with sweat from the humidity.
As the creamy cheese mixture coated Charlee’s tongue from her third sandwich, the coming emergency meeting with Ethan drew concern. Things were already wildly different from the moment Liam walked into the gymnasium. The bulge from her midsection grew painfully every day and her own worth has gained value to so many things she’d never thought existed. All of this information overwhelmed her, but she also knew that she didn’t even know a fraction of it. That overwhelmed her too. She felt suffocated and confused, and most of the time she just wanted to scream to the world in frustration. Miles plagued her mind often and she felt helpless knowing that no one had any idea where he was. Except for Ethan.

Relentless, none the less.

Hey! So, no matter how hard my other responsibilities in life try to take away my time, I still feel the need to strap myself to a desk with a computer and ferociously type away. I wish I could do this all the time. I wish, I wish, I wish.

Instead, you’re stuck here, waiting for my second book to make it’s debut in order to keep following the story of Charlee and her friends. I promise, it’s there, waiting for me to unveil it’s horrific events with underlying tales of love and friendship. I want to write it just as much as you want to read it, I swear. Can’t I just be a full time author, already? Who has the magical snapping fingers? Do you think Harry would possess such powers? No?

Here’s a little taste of the first chapter (written while publishing book one):

She lept to the dog, wrapping her arms around his neck, turning the gold collar. She heard the familiar rattle of the charms she attached to his tag hook as a child. She folded her legs before him and examined his beloved trinkets while he stood proudly (as if to show them off). While attentively listening, he admirably gazed at her.


“A princess and a frog, a dancing dog,” she recited her verse from memory, “And a happy Charlee to take along!”


Charlee rubbed wearily on the silver stick figure charm, realizing the last time she had recited those rhymes was during her final kiss goodbye to a suffering Robbie. She again grasped her childhood best friend and cried heavily onto his pelt.

Hopefully that left you clueless and curious without giving too much away! I’m pretty good at twisting events, as I’m sure you can tell. 🙂

Much love and keep reading!



Focus, Focus, Hocus FOCUS!

When you already know the entirety of the story you’re wanting to tell, it’s hard to focus when you’re editing the first part. I have often found myself lingering back to writing parts of the second or possibly the third book. It’s both a beauty and a sin because I’m working so hard to get this first book just right.

Self Publishing opens the door to a lot of mistakes and I’m trying so hard not to be just that… A mistake. I don’t need to be distracted with hurriedly getting the entire story to paper, but I just can’t help it. These characters have been detained for so long, now that they’re finally coming out, they are doing so with full-force.

Here’s an excerpt of one of my favorite scenes that really defines the type of character. I have removed names so there aren’t any spoilers for the first book.

Their makeshift kitchen was a rusty, industrial nightmare. Gears and metal buckets on a pulley system loomed about them, swaying ever so slightly and permitting the creepiest of deteriorated  squeaks. Over sized tools and cutlery were strewn on various slabs and tables, dripping with unidentifiable liquids.The air was hot and sticky,tasting of iron flakes and sea salt.


XXXXX looked up at him and smiled a crooked smile, with human dripping from her face. Using the back of her wrist, she wiped away some of the debris as she called out to one of the bodies hidden in a bucket. A seemingly meek girl peered her head over the rim, her eyes a faded, deathly blue.


“Don’t be shy, darling!” XXXXX called out with insincerity and an inching finger.


The petite girl raised her head a little more without hesitation. THWACK!


A grinding gear sawed its way through the back, splitting the right of her head. Her faded blue eye poured down her now mangled face as the gear continued to plow through , rippling and twisting her hair around it’s mechanics.


XXXXX dodged the spray of human while XXXXX welcomed the warm shower with her arms spread. She let out a giggle of delight as she threw her head back. She was enjoying herself too much.