Cover reveal day is here! I’ve been dying to show you all the new covers! Woohoo! My graphic designer rocks (also know as diva daughter) and has done a fabulous job with the redesign of Breathe and Shimmer’s cover. I’d love to hear what you think of them. Also if you sign up here for my email list today I’m giving out free ecopies of Breathe to all my new subscribers to celebrate!
P.S. Shimmer’s available for preorder at the Apple iBookstore here at a discounted price!
I’ve been pretty quiet here on my blog for a while now. I had to make a choice. Blog or write. Writing won. I’ve been writing a lot. I’m actually done with 4 manuscripts and in the middle of another. I feel accomplished but I realized I haven’t filled anyone in on what’s happening with the books.
I’m so happy to finally announce that the next book in the Breathe Series- Shimmer is coming out August 28th. It’s available for preorder right now on Apple iBookstore here and soon on Barnes and Noble and Kobo.
Shimmer is Caedan’s story. It takes place four years after Breathe. Jasmine and Easton make cameos and Lily, Finn and Abby are all back as big parts of the story. Here’s the blurb:
Chandler Raines and her “dad” are on the run. Never staying in one place for very long. It’s just not safe. When they arrive in Lafayette, Louisiana, Chandler quickly realizes this is the place she wants to call home. Friends, a cute boy, and competitive cheerleading have her taking dangerous risks to have the life she always wanted. Risks she promised she wouldn’t take.
When her lies catch up to her, a decision has to be made. Stay or run? Will the evil that’s chased them for the last four years catch up to them? When Chandler’s past comes screeching into the present she’ll have to sacrifice everything to keep what she loves safe. But will it be enough?
If you haven’t read Breathe, if you preorder Shimmer any time before the release date and send me your receipt, I’ll send you a free ecopy of Breathe.
Also I’ve finished Exhale, a novella told from Jasmine’s point of view. It’s a Thanksgiving story coming out in time for the holidays. A family story that wraps up some loose ends. Not all of them of course. There are still stories to be told in the Breathe series.
I’ve also written a prequel about Daisy that I will release shortly after Exhale. Daisy is a short story that takes place in the days before she went missing and will launch a new series that should be out by January if all goes according to plan.
I’ve got a book about Social Media coming out as well.
I told you I’ve been busy.
The cover reveal for Shimmer is July 28th so keep an eye out. I’ll be doing lots of giveaways, teasers and contests in the next month or two!
I hope you’re all enjoying your summer.
I was thinking the other day how much I wish my family had established a tradition for the 4th of July holiday. I love the idea of doing the same thing every year on this day. We have at different times done the same thing for a few years in a row but inevitably something changed and we would move on to something else. We’ve been camping, rented a condo in the Sierras, went to the lake and for quite a few years went to the parade in our town since it happened right at the end of our block. The floats and people were lined up on our street so it was pretty unavoidable. Especially when your friends are knocking on your door at 7am asking to use the bathroom.
My kids rode on our church VBS float a couple of times, happily spraying the onlookers with water guns. My daughter marched with her cheer team, my son with his football team. The parade was very small town but being close to Edwards Air Force Base every year the Stealth did a fly by. That was always the highlight.
We’ve since moved and although the kids are home this weekend they have their own plans. Parties, the beach with friends and so on. I’m happy they are enjoying their adult lives now but maybe it’s time Kevin and I started finding our own traditions for this holiday.
So far on my list? Clean my office, hit my word count, go to a movie, bbq and a swim. I will contemplate new traditions for next year as I float.
What are your 4th of July traditions? Let me know in the comments!Read More
I’ve realized I am the only theater nerd in my family. Last night I went to see Joseph and the Technicolor Dreamcoat. I’ve never seen this particular show before. Of course I knew the bible story and I was really excited to get to see it. Here’s the thing. I had to horn in on my friends Mother/Daughter trip to the theater to do this. Now they are the sweetest people in the world and they said they didn’t mind but it got me thinking.
No one else in my family likes musical theater. My husband will take me if I beg to go see a particular show but it can’t be too girly and he really only likes Phantom and Fiddler on the Roof. My daughter hates musical theater and my son has zero interest. How exactly did this happen?
I grew up in a home where musical theater was part of our everyday lives. I thought everyone loved it. My dad was a stage hand and worked for many years in the different theaters around Los Angeles. He had hilarious stories of what went on backstage. My mom and I would watch Guys and Dolls and Sound of Music everytime it came on and we both loved plays.
I took my kids to lots of plays when they were younger. It’s not like they weren’t exposed to the culture of theater. What did I do wrong? Is love of theater in the genes? Are Kevin’s Non Nerdy genes stronger than my Nerdy genes?
They must be because I realized when I extrapolated this thought out my kids really don’t like most of the things I like. Neither one of them loves to read like I do, they don’t love superheroes, Harry Potter, Star Trek, LOTR, Sherlock or any of my other nerdgirl obsessions. My son loves Star Wars but he that’s a whole other story for another day.
I love them anyway. I mean they’re cute and I’ve worked really hard on them so I’m not giving up on them just because they don’t have the good taste to like all the things I do. I’ll just have to keep working on them and hope they come around. As it is they look at me like I’m a complete weirdo from another planet if I start talking about any of the above mentioned subjects.
I’m glad I didn’t realize what a nerd I really was when I was a kid. I think I would have been so much more self conscious then I already was if I’d been aware. I just thought everyone loved the stuff I did.
I’m also really glad I have friends that are sweet enough to include me in their jaunts to the theater this season. If you get a chance, go see a play sometime soon. They are some of the hardest working and talented people in the entertainment business.
I’d love to hear about your favorite play it the comments below!
Wrote this a while ago but I’m reposting in honor of my anniversary. Love you honey!!
Is it completely cheesy to say that my husband is my hero? Probably. But I am pretty sure that if you are going to married to someone for the rest of your life that’s the way you should feel about them. What is amusing about this is that my husband fooled me. Yup. When we met under some interesting circumstances, that I may or may not save for another post, I was sure he was a bad boy. I had a bit of a bad boy problem. I liked them a little too much. So while I thought he was cute, I told myself he was exactly the kind of guy I needed to stay away from. After a friend pleaded his case I gave in and went out with him. Turns out he was a good guy in bad boy clothing. Looked like a bad boy, sometimes acted like one but on the inside? Yup, hero material. It’s a good thing too. Back in the day I was too stupid to choose a good guy. Put me in a room with ninety nine good guys and one bad choice? I’d pick the bad one every time.
So not everyone in my life had done the things that they said they were going to do. As a matter of fact the majority of them had not. I was used to doing things for myself. I was pretty independent and learned at a young age that depending on other people usually led to disappointment. When I met Kevin it was strange. He called when he said he would. He showed up when he said he was going to. And miracle of miracles, on time. I thought I was the only one who was compulsively punctual. Turns out he’s even more compulsive about it than I am. But it wasn’t just that he was on time. When he said he was going to do something, he did it. He was a man of his word. This was something that I hadn’t really experienced before. It made all the difference to me. He thought I was important. He thought of me first. Who was this guy?
My mother loved him. Not exactly a plus in his favor back then. It made me suspicious. My mother didn’t like anyone. A total of 3 of my friends and never, ever anyone I dated. Loathing was the closesest she got to like when it came to my boyfriends. Hmm. He was friendly to my parents too. What was that about? He showed up with long hair and a motorcycle and they loved him? What the heck? Told you he fooled me. He made a fuss over my Aunt who was like a grandmother to me. She loved him too but she loved men in general. He laughed off all her crazy behavior and actually liked to go visit her. Huh.
So I married him. I may be a little slow sometimes but I knew pretty quickly he was the one. We had a bit of whirlwind 2 years. Dated, married, had a baby. In the mean time I had seen him stand up for people, be there for members of his family, be honest even when it didn’t paint him in the best light and he always, always spoke up when he thought something was morally wrong. He had the same black and white view of right and wrong I did and he didn’t back down just because it was uncomfortable. He helped other people. He was always there for his friends. I had surprisingly made a good choice.
Then my mom got sick. Her cancer had come back. I was nine months pregnant and my mom wasn’t going to make it. She had less than a year. It turned out to be six months. He drove me to my parent’s house every day on the way to work. He listened and let me cry all over him every day on the way home. He hates to see me cry and he will go to great lengths to prevent it but this time he just knew it was what I needed. He always seems to know just what the right thing to do is when I am struggling. Not sure how he does it.
There was one shining moment during this time. My mother was very ill and wasting away to nothing. Cancer is scary and not at all pretty. My husband who hates sickness, more than most people, would bring our baby daughter in to see my mom in the last days of her life. He would hold her up so my mom could see and touch her. He would talk to my mom like there was nothing wrong and as if it were any other day. My mom would smile and pet our daughter. That’s when I knew for sure. When other members of my family wouldn’t even step foot in the room, he showed me how much he loved me. He put himself aside and thought of me and my mom. Who was this amazing man and why did he want to be married to me?
I am still not sure about the answer to that question. Is he perfect? No. Does he drive me crazy? You bet he does and there are many times he enjoys it, like a favorite pastime. But as my mother used to tell me, I’m not the easiest person to live with either. I have the better end of this deal by far. He is an amazing husband, father and man. He is the one person on this earth that I know I can count on. Is he a hero? Yes he is. For so many reasons. I know that Kevin wouldn’t hesitate to lay his life down for me or his children were it necessary but that isn’t the thing that puts him in the hero category. It is so much more than that. He lays down his life over and over again every day for his family. Today we’ve been married twenty four years. I am looking forward to many more with him. Who wouldn’t want to be married to their hero?
“Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends” John 15:13
I would love to hear your hero stories! Post them in the comments.Read More
Intuition. Is it something you believe in? Do you listen to that little nagging feeling you get or do you brush it off? Was there a time you listened and it prevented something? Did you ignore it and something bad happened?
The definition of Intuition is “the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning.”
I hadn’t spent too much time thinking about intuition but when I started writing romantic suspense it occured to me I believe in it wholehartedly. The times I’ve paid attention to that weird little feeling I get, I’ve always been glad I did.
I’ve caught people in lies.
I’ve stopped myself from making what could have been a really bad decision.
I’ve thought twice about whether or not to trust someone with an important task.
When I’ve ignored that little feeling, thinking it was nothing, most of the time I’ve been sorry. In most recent years it usually had to do with my kids. Something just wasn’t right and I knew it. I had two different incidents with my son that ended badly. Because I ignored that little feeling. If I’d acted on that feeling neither event would have happened. I remember the moment I felt that weird little, naggy feeling so clearly. Both times I knew something just wasn’t right. I said nothing and paid for it later.
A perfect example of mother’s intuition. Ignore it at your peril.
So, is it just that we are paying attention and we notice something seems off? Or is it really a separate sense that we don’t always use? I’ve had many times where I just knew the phone was going to ring. And who was calling. Or that weird deja vu feeling when you know someone is going to say something before they say it.
Intuition is a pretty cool thing when you think about it. I’m going to be paying more attention from now on and see what happens.
I’d love to hear your intuition stories if you feel like sharing, comment below!
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I have a thing about Monday mornings. I think maybe I’m weird. Not that anyone that reads my blog has any question about that but what I mean is, I love Mondays. I know, right? I can’t help myself. The possibilities on a Monday morning are endless. I love that.
I wasn’t always this way. I used to hate them. When I was in school and hadn’t done my homework or studied for a test because I stayed up late reading, they were the worst. Getting up and getting my kids out the door on a Monday. Not fun. Grouchiness prevailed here on Mondays and I didn’t look forward to that.
Now I wake up Monday morning and even though sometimes it’s stressful trying to get going after a busy weekend, I’m excited about the possibilities a new week brings. A fresh start. I always believe I can accomplish way more than I ever will but that is unimportant. Monday morning I’m sure this week will be the week I get so much done.
Of course by the time midweek hits, the majority of the blinding enthusiasm has dimmed to a glimmer of “I hope I can get something accomplished this week” kind of attitude. After all the obstacles life throws my way throughout the week and the reality of what I can realistically get done sets in I don’t feel quite so confident.
Somehow even though I go through the same disappointment every week of not accomplishing everything I set out to do, I still can’t wait for Monday morning to get here. I love my family and enjoy my weekends. I love the break, it refreshes me but while I’m off hanging out with my family and relaxing, the muse whispers for me to come back. She has ideas. I wonder about what’s next in my current work in progress.
Of course the reason I love Mondays is pretty clear. I love being a writer. I love that I get to do this full time and for the first time in my life I’m figuring out what it means to love your job. And to love Mondays.
I told you I’m weird.
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