Thursday, February 20, 2014
Thursday, February 13, 2014
As a special treat this Valentine's Day, I thought I'd have in a wonderful (and fellow Black Opal) Romance writer, so would you please join me in welcoming the amazing, the one and only, Debbie Christiana, author of Solstice and Twin Flames?
For your reading pleasure, I peppered her with some fun little questions and she gave me some great answers:
Thank you so much for stopping by, Debbie. I adored having you over for a chat on this day that celebrates love!
You can find more about Debbie at:
Friday, February 7, 2014
To get us started off right, I'm going to relate to you a quick anecdote that illustrates my personal brand of romance. It's a true story, and one I may or may not have taken part in…
Although my divorce wasn't quite final, I'd already been dating my new boyfriend for five months. My jerk of an ex-husband had ducked signing the decree for a year, but I was (at last!) counting in minutes the time to my freedom (from the jerk, not the boyfriend). That very night, I'd be celebrating the end of my abusive marriage with my new guy.
Some people had said I was crazy, jumping right back into another relationship, but I knew better. I'd been to hell and back. I knew what a crappy man looked like (okay, he'd looked pretty good, but that's beside the point) and what that horrible man had acted like. But I'd finally found a good man. A really good one.
And I wasn't going to let him get away.
At any rate, I was busy blowdrying my hair on the morning of my court date with destiny. I had to look good for the judge, seeing as I was showing up to my divorce alone. (It seemed like a fitting end to my marriage. My ex hadn't been truly present from the beginning. Why should he have been there for the end?)
My ever patient (at least back then) boyfriend strolled into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, staring at me quietly for a full minute.
I clicked off the dryer. "What's up?"
"Nothing." He fidgeted with the button on his cuff.
"Then why were you watching me fix my hair?"
"Well…" He looked up. "You see, I've got a hypothetical question for you."
"Let's say there was this guy, and he had an engagement ring that was his mother's and the diamond in it was his great-grandmother's…"
"Yeah?" I'd heard the story before. He was talking about the ring he'd given to his ex-girlfriend. The girl who'd thrown it back in his face. She'd told him his proposal wasn't romantic enough and that he needed to do it right if he wanted her to say yes.
"Well, say he'd given it to someone else, but she kind of ridiculed him for it. Would you think it was wrong of him to propose to another girl with it?"
I smiled. I couldn't help it. The ring was his heart. Maybe it was used, maybe it was dinged up a bit and rejected. But it was still the heart that belonged to me. I wanted it no matter how many people he'd offered it to. Besides, I had an unused wedding dress hanging in a closet at my parents' house, leftover from a botched attempt to marry my ex in an actual ceremony attended by family.
"Let me answer that with a hypothetical question of my own--let's say there was this girl, and she had a wedding dress that she'd bought to marry another guy. She never ended up wearing it, but it was her dress. The one she was meant to wear as a bride. Would you think it was wrong of her to wear it for another guy?" I reached down and caught his chin in my hand.
He quit messing with his shirt and nodded. "Good to know." He rose, smacking my bottom as he brushed past me and out the bathroom door.
I picked the blowdryer back up and grinned at it. Just like that, I'd gained an entirely new sense of freedom. I may have been beaten up and secondhand, just like my soon-to-be engagement ring, but I was finally free. Free to love and be loved without judgment or fear.
Okay, yes, that really was a conversation between my husband and me. It took place thirteen years ago. Sigh. I still totally dig him. Lol. Now, give me one of your favorite V-Day memories in the comments. I'll randomly choose a winner at the end of the hop and send you your prizes. Make sure to leave me your email so I can get your deets if you win.
May you have a fantastic Valentine's Day!
You can get your copies of The Broken at Barnes & Noble and Amazon now.
Please make sure to visit the sites of all the authors participating in the hop!
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
This is just a quick reminder that The Broken is now available at:
Barnes & Noble in Paperback and Nook
Amazon in Paperback and Kindle.
If you want more of the Kazin sisters, make sure to pick up the prequel short story told from Miriam's point of view. "Palomino Man" is available in the anthology Things That Go Bump for the Holidays at Amazon and B&N in paperback as well as in the Kindle and Nook versions.
Also, I will be posting the first two chapters of The Beaten (Broken book two) in about three weeks as a sneak peek for my most loyal readers. Make sure you follow my blog so you don't miss out.
In other business, it's almost Valentine's Day, and love is most definitely in the air!! Over the next two weeks, I'm going to be featuring fellow authors and their Romance novels. I'll be having the wonderful Debbie Christiana and amazing Valerie Gilbert over, so make sure to stop by.
Lots of love this February,
Sunday, December 15, 2013
My first official publication debuted yesterday!! It's a short story prequel to my first book (The Broken - due out 1/18/14), and you can only find it in the anthology Things That Go Bump for the Holidays. (You can find the buy link on my homepage.)
The following is a short-short I wrote as part of an exercise. I'm thinking about possibly serializing it (after being yelled at by family and friends because they wanted to hear the rest of the story). I thought it was over when I finished. They didn't. What's your vote?