Saturday, May 11, 2013

Forget Me

I should have written this post weeks ago, but anytime I sit down near my keyboard I am writing somewhere more important. And I'd think you agree. ;)

Better late than never....

Forget Me

A synopsis is always really hard for me to write. I know they are necessary, especially if you want people to buy your book, but I never want to give much away! Now, what I write below will not be the official synopsis you will read on Amazon.

"I don't care if this is bound to have a bad ending. The beginning feels good enough to be worth it."

Forget Me is a first person, present tense story told by Jane, a cafe waitress in the coast town of Hampton Harbor, Maine. Jane finds herself in the care of a loving old couple after she wakes up in their home one evening, void of all memories. With the help of the couple, she decides to let her memories return on their own. She starts to work in their cafe, and it's there that she meets Will.

Will Davey. A gorgeous, kind local who helps run his parents marina.

Against their better judgement, Will and Jane dive head first into a relationship. What will happen when Jane's memories return, and she learns not only who she is, but what she has left behind?

Sunday, April 14, 2013


It is time to get back into the swing of things! After the release of Rogue I took an entire week to clean and organize my house, and I'm still not done. We've been here for 4 years and haven't purged once, so we are gearing up for a big garage sale.

Okay, enough of the boring personal information.

So what are my future book plans?

To start, I completed my first draft of the "adult" romance I'm releasing by June 1st.

When I say adult, I do not mean smut. I'll put that out there clearly. I say adult because the characters are mid-twenties and there are sexual themes and mild language. Since Exceptional is a YA book, I want to make sure I clear the air there so readers do not go into my story expecting a YA romance.

The title is Forget Me, and I'm working on a cover.

As for the Exceptional series, the third book will be called Ordinary. I have the outline DONE and I've already started the first draft. When I finished Rogue, the progression into the third and final book felt easy so my ideas are flowing quickly. The other day I sat down and wrote 10,000 words. To give you an idea, an average YA adult novel is 70-100K words. My goal for a release is end of summer, beginning of fall... and I am sticking with that! I was LOVE to see AUGUST in front of the release date. :)

I think the layout of the third book will throw you for a loop, but it will be good. I promise.

THANK YOU for everyone who has read Rogue and is giving it rave reviews. The best way to get the news out about the Exceptional series is to tell your friends, review it on Amazon and Goodreads, and share it on FB. You are all so amazing!

Thursday, March 21, 2013


I have never lied about who I am, and I do not plan to. I wish there was a little "self-published" token on Amazon, like how B&N has the PubIt! picture. You would think that $2.99 would be explanation enough!

Do I want my books to look perfect? Yes! Who doesn't? I've read books backed by major publishing houses that have errors in them. So will my book have errors? Plenty! I have some AWESOME friends who volunteer to proofread my books. They take time out of their busy schedules and look the text over, and each of them seem to find different errors.

Have we found them all? No.

As with Exceptional, I'll take a brain break and probably read Rogue all the way through to start my outline for book three. If I find errors then, I'll fix them in the document and update the file.

I have never lied about being a self-publish author.

I hope that if you buy my books you realize that.

If you decide to write a review that says "WHY ARE THERE ERRORS IN THIS BOOK" I'll gladly direct you to this post.

I LOVE reading self-published authors. Or Indie authors, which I think sounds better. ;) When I read, I want a good story. I want new characters to love, and I want to get lost. If there are errors.... so be it. If there are a ton, I might side-eye a little, but if the story is readable.... give it to me!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Early Release

Rogue is now available for Kindle!
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I know what you are thinking. What happened to March 22nd? Well, I was trying to make it available for Pre-Order and Amazon wasn't having it. Somehow it popped up as for sale this morning, so we are going with it.

SURPRISE for you!

Friday, February 1, 2013

Rogue :: Prologue

Now I cannot say for sure if this will be the exact Prologue you see in Rogue but it is close....

Enjoy this [short] sneak peek!


Luke sat at the edge of the lake, his bare feet barely grazing the moss that carpeted the stagnant water.  He was surrounded by cracked concrete and rusted scrap metal, all part of a world lost long ago.  He looked out over the moss, pinpointing the spot where the water resurfaced and shone in the sunlight.  The green vegetation had created a barrier between the shore and the water, and each year the barrier grew thicker.  He watched as the current caused the water to lap up against the edge of the moss.
                In the same way, strange dreams lapped at the edge of his mind.  More and more they were beginning to feel like memories.  That was the only way he could seem to explain them.  Events from the past few months would resurface in his mind, and each time there was a wisp or passing of a shadow over them.  Sometimes the shadow would take the shape of a person; a girl. Other times it would float idly in the distance, beckoning him to come forward and figure out the meaning behind its existence.
                Luke’s dream the previous night had been the most vivid yet.  He had been at the Warehouse sparring with Tighe; which was nothing new for him.  But this time he had the sense that he was fighting for something more than just pride.  Something more than just a “win” in the books.  He had been fighting for something important.  The wispy shadow floated behind Tighe, taunting his memories.  He had woken up with a start and hadn’t been able to fall back asleep.
                The dreams had to be an addition to his abilities.  He was just beginning to touch the surface of what he could do now that he was going to the Training Center every week.  The shadows had to be premonitions of some sort; there was no other clear explanation.
                A hand fell on Luke’s shoulder and he looked up.  Blonde hair framed her heart shaped face and fell several inches past her shoulder.  Her rose colored lips smiled down at him, but the sentiment didn’t quite reach her icy blue eyes.  She looked worried, and her body language told him she was being cautionary.
                Luke stood slowly and was now the one to look down at the girl.  He stood over a foot taller than her, which was nothing new since she was an Ordinary.  He reached out a hand and brushed a piece of hair from her face, letting his hand travel down her arm and to her hand.  She shuddered slightly at his touch, more out of fascination than nervousness.  He, however, felt nothing.
                “Did you find what you were looking for, Mr. Lukin?” Her voice cracked slightly.
                He nodded, even though he hadn’t. “For now.  We should get back.”
                He laced his fingers through hers and led her back to the bike that had brought them here.  Two Exceptional Guards sat on bikes about one hundred yards back.   With the news of the Rogues, Aden had required that Luke leave the City limits with Guards at all times.  He didn’t mind.  Recently, he found it hard to feel upset or annoyed over anything his father did, which was unusual.
                That was one of the reasons it was so easy to walk into the ORC last week and finally pick a female to bring home.  His mother had been less than thrilled about it than he would have imagined, but he decided it had to do with all their Ordinary helpers quitting on the spot.  Luke hadn’t even seen them leave.  He had come home from hanging out with Pax one night to find their things gone and the next day, new Ordinarys took their places.  His father, however, had been overly thrilled.
                He helped the girl onto the bike and climbed on in front of her, waiting until her delicate hands circled his waist, her fingers grazing his skin under his shirt.  Again, nothing.
                “Hang on.” He said as he pulled out into the afternoon sun.  His words were carried behind him with the wind, and he willed the shadows in his mind to go with them.