The thing is, sometimes love is pretty and sometimes, it’s gritty. Life isn’t a happily ever after, but we can pretend everything will work out while living between the pages.
Escape with me, start reading and sharing pretty, gritty, love stories today.
This time last year I was sitting on a plane with delusions of being able to write while traveling to Nashville.
I was about to finish my first novel, What's in a Name? and I nearly did it in 15 days. It ended up being 17 due to travel and a flu like bug my daughter and I contracted after my return from California. 2020 was supposed to be a year of travel for me. Of course everything was canceled after I returned from this trip and the pandemic hit full force.
A year is a long time to look back on something. I'm still really proud of this accomplishment and the friends I made in Nashville and California that year.
Here's to a brighter 2021.
What were you able to accomplish last year despite the struggles? I was supposed to publish three books. I only published the one, but I'm determined to get two more out this year if it kills me! What are your goals?
As you'll hear in the video, I loved this story in both formats. I try not to spoil the ending but if you haven't read/watched this yet, get on it! It's old! lol Sorry I'm speaking so fast, I was trying really hard not to say "uhm"
I’m feeling mischievous over my coffee this morning. Be sure to be on the look out for clues! They could be anywhere online or in your inbox if you’ve joined the club! Fun and games are well on their way!
The following passage is the prologue from Chasing the Lead. No release date yet, but I’m ready announce the time frame. This book will be ready sometime in June and you’ll be able to purchase or win a signed paperback copy at RomanitConn 2021 in Connecticut in July! Buy your tickets now and I’ll see you there!
Prologue
Pain sliced through Police Chief Carl Shelling’s thigh before the sound of the shot registered in his ears. He gasped as he fought to free himself. His captor stood silently in the shadows like a coward.
“Come out and face me, you prick!” he hurled the insults knowing they would have little effect. But what was he to do? All his money and power meant nothing now. In this moment, this shadow showed him exactly how powerless he was.
A low rumble started in the man’s belly and rose out his throat. He cocked the gun again.
“Please,” Carl tried again. “I have money, I can give you anything you want.”
The man paused. “Anything?”
“Yes,” Carl said with a relieved laugh. “Yes, ...
