July 15, 2017

Chapter One from Pucker Up!

How about a peek at the upcoming standalone novel, Pucker Up? 

Here is an unedited copy of Chapter One!

Chapter One

I march through the doors of Bannam Hall and jog down the handful of steps in the courtyard. I’m headed for my usual appointment. It’s not on paper, but Jack Morgan, editor of Martha’s Musings, has come to expect me and I can’t disappoint him. Martha’s musings is the only paper at my college and I need a spot on the paper to add to my resume if I’m going to have any hope of a job when I graduate. It’s all part of the career plan I crafted at age fourteen. What can I say? I like to plan ahead.
My roommate Chloe falls behind me. She’s smiling as she taps out a text—probably to her boyfriend—on her cell phone. No one else makes her smile like that, all red cheeks and shocking white teeth. I glance back at her, “Come on, Chloe. I’m going to be late.” I can barely keep the frustration from my voice.
She looks up at me and frowns before shoving her phone in her back pocket. “Holy shit, Compulsive Charlie, slow your frigging roll.” She's out of breath as she jogs to catch up. When she reaches me, I turn and hurry forward until she links her arm with mine and forces me to slow down again.
Compulsive Charlie, that’s what she calls me. From as early on as junior high when we became best friends. Once upon a time it used to offend me, but now I kind of own it. I have OCD. So, what? I could be a lot worse. I could be a sociopath, for one. Instead, I fixate on things. I don't see the big problem. She thinks I’m too serious and too focused and she’s constantly trying to get me to ‘let my hair down.’ I’m not sure what that means exactly. I let my hair down all the time. Just because I don’t want to drink and go clubbing every weekend doesn’t mean I’m no fun. And if she hasn't changed me in eight years, I'm probably not going to.
“You need to relax,” she says.
“You know I can’t be late.”
She laughs at me. “Of course not. You wouldn’t want to be late for an appointment you don’t really have.”
I nudge her with my elbow and she laughs at me. She has a point. At the beginning of the year, I tried to get a position on the paper and the editor told me he didn’t accept freshman. There were too many people interested in the paper and he wanted to ensure he gave the opportunity to people graduating in the next year or two. I understood, but decided to accept his policy as a challenge. Now it’s almost spring, the school year is nearly over, and he still hasn’t changed his mind. The editor might be more stubborn than I am.
“So, what was all the smiling for?” I ask.
“Brad wants to take me away this weekend," Chloe says. "We’re going to go into the city and go to a Thin As Thieves concert. Interested?”
I shake my head, earning me a pout with a bottom lip so thick she might just trip on it.
“School is over in a few weeks and you’ve barely done anything with me this year except movie nights and study sessions.”
“Sorry, but we have exams in a few weeks. I am so far behind.”
She laughs at me. “If you’re far behind than I might as well off myself, because I’m definitely fucked.
We push through the doors that lead inside Chancey Hall and continue to the left, to Jack’s office. I slow and Chloe unlinks her arm from mine and keeps walking, waving at me over her shoulder. “Go get ’em, tiger. I swear you’ve got more persistence than a yeast infection.”
I slow to a stop and stare at her back, making a face as people frown at me in disgust. I’ve had enough people tease and torment me over the years that some dirty looks don’t bother me in the slightest. “I’m not sure what kind of infections you’re getting, but maybe you should try an anti-fungal cream!”
Her laughter carries through the wide corridor. I excuse myself when someone bumps into me and wade through the passing crowd. At Jack's door, I take a deep breath and prepare myself, standing up a little straighter. I pull the hem of my sweater down and give myself a little shake. “You’re a rock,” I whisper to myself. “An immovable force. Don’t back down.” I knock three times and take a step back.
“Come in, Charlotte,” Jack says. I swear I hear him sigh through the closed door.
Slowly, I open the heavy wooden door; the hinges groan in protest. I smile wide as my eyes lock onto Jack’s and I wait, with bated breath, for him to ask me to come inside.
We have a routine. It’s always the same. Knock three times. He asks for me—by name—to come in. He offers me some of his lunch and then asks me to sit. I plead my case and then he tells me no. I continue to plead and he tells me I know where the door is. It wasn’t quite so formulaic in the beginning, but we've evolved over the last six months. Sometimes I veer off course to change things up, but the meeting always results in the same conclusion: A big, fat no, thank you.
I hold my hands in front of my body and take six steps in, stopping in the narrow space between his two leather chairs. It’s twelve o’clock on the dot. The clock above his desk rings out with one quiet ding as the second-hand slides into its perfectly vertical position. Jack takes a bite of his sandwich, glancing up at me between bites. From the smell, I’d say it’s tuna. Part of the fleshy flakes, and the edge of some sliced cheddar cheese, stick out on one corner.
He picks up the other half of his sandwich that sits in a square Tupperware on the desk. He holds it out to me and says, “Eat.”
“No, thank you.” I can’t stop my nose from crinkling. I haven’t been able to eat tuna in years, not since I got food poisoning from some bad sushi.
“Have a seat,” he says, pointing to one of the chairs. I have a meeting booked for 12:30 so let’s get this over with.” He adjusts in his seat, leans back and pulls his sweater across his belly. He’s otherwise lean, but has what people would probably call a beer gut.
He wipes crumbs away from his stomach as I find my voice.
“I would like to be a part of Martha’s Musings.”
I hold up a finger. “I graduated top of my high school class. I have a 4.0 average and am on a full scholarship. I was editor of my high school paper, and I received an award on graduation for obtaining the highest online views ever. And!” I pull out a piece of paper from my messenger bag and hold it out to him. He scowls at me while waving a hand at me, gesturing for me to put it away.
"This is an example of my writing. I think you'll be most impressed. It's a short piece I wrote for my high school newspaper about the school cafeteria’s focus on fatty foods and how it contributes to childhood obesity." I smile wide. Very proud of my article.
He fakes snoring. "This is the ace in your pocket?" She shakes his head and sighs. "Even if this was the most interesting article I'd ever read—which, let's face it, this is one step above putting me in a never-ending coma—it's nearly the end of March and school is almost over. We have one paper left to publish before the end of the term. Why bother?"
I nod, beaming at him. “Because I want this. More than I've ever wanted anything else in my entire life.”
“You’ve made that point clear. Now tell me why.”
I sigh and sink into my seat. Emotions. He wants me to get personal and I’m not really good with that kind of stuff. Especially with people I don’t know well. “Well…” I begin. “I love to write and this is one of the few ways I can see myself writing and getting paid for it. I mean…eventually, if I get to work for a paper or a magazine.”
He studies me and I squirm a little. I left out a little nugget that is essential to my story. But he doesn’t need to know any more details than what I’ve given him.
“I told you in the fall I reserve all positions on the paper for juniors and seniors…and in rare cases, sophomores.”
“I could start coming every day," I say with a warm smile.
He rolls his eyes and groans. “You really are a pain in my ass, you know that?”
“I do.”
“You know what, kid.” He leans forward and props his elbows on the edge of his desk. He points in my direction. “You got it.”
For a brief moment, I’m stunned. I mean, I thought my dedication and persistence would pay off, but I was starting to lose hope once the New Year rolled around. “Um…what?”
“I’ll give you a shot.”
“Is this a trick?”
He frowns at me before shaking his head. “By the time you get the story, school will be over. And that’s if you get the story. This isn't something that appears to be in your wheelhouse.”
I shimmy to the edge of my seat. “You have my undivided attention, and I think you'd be surprised at all the things I have in my wheelhouse." I pull the flap up on my bag and pull out my day planner. It’s my life. While most students I know use their phones to manage their calendars, I’ve always preferred the handwritten kind. I never go anywhere without it. I open it to the notes to the left of today’s day and grab a pen, clicking it three times. A habit. I press it to the page and wait for his instruction.
"If you harass this guy as much as you harass me, then you just might get something out of him,” he says quietly.
I'm not sure he means for me to hear, but my hearing is perfect so I absorb every last syllable and I bounce in my seat. He’s giving me a chance, and the story he has in mind seems to be a good one. If it wasn’t such a disgusting habit I’d be chewing my nails right now.
“The captain of the hockey team was drumming up interest for some scouts. Then all of a sudden, the coach benched him for their last four games in the playoffs. Some people are saying they ultimately lost because he wasn't playing. So, I've had multiple people try and get an exclusive, but he won't talk. I got to ask myself, 'what's he got to hide?' Drugs? Injury? What else could it possibly be? I need you to find out."
I start writing:
Sports piece.
Captain of the hockey team.
Why was he benched? What does benched mean?
“You want me to do a sport’s piece?” I swallow a hard lump in my throat and shift uncomfortably in my seat. “Yeah…I can do that. I love sports.” I stress love, like it doesn’t cover how much it means to me. Although the truth is I hate everything about sports. I especially hate how obsessed people seem to be about them. What's more? My experience with jocks has been traumatic, at best.
He rolls his eyes at me. “Right. I’m sure you attend all the games. At any rate, I don’t want a sport’s piece. I want a human-interest piece. I want to know the person behind the player. His upbringing. His family. What makes him tick? And I want to know why he was pulled off the ice!”
Human interest.
Who is he?
“Apparently this kid came from nothing. One of our reporters tried to get his story by going to his home town and no one knew a thing about him. Showed up at a private school on full scholarship at age seventeen. No one knows who he was or where he came from before then. This guy has secrets, and I want to know all of them.”
 The plot thickens. I take more notes and start clicking on the end of my pen. “No problem. He’ll be singing like a canary when I’m done with him.”
Jack stands and grabs his twill jacket off the coat rack to the left of his desk. He slides his arms into the sleeves and adjusts his shoulders until his blazer sits perfectly.
“You’ll have it by tomorrow,” I say, confidently as I slide my day planner and pen back into my bag.
He chuckles. “Ten days. I want it on my desk by the end of the day next Wednesday. You bring me my story and you got a spot on the paper next year AND I print your story in the final issue of this year’s paper. But!” he holds up a finger. “You don’t get the story and you don’t come to my office again.”
“You’d miss me,” I say.
He rolls his eyes. He does that a lot. Perhaps it’s a medical condition.
“Right.” He taps me on my shoulder as he approaches me. “Up you get. I need to go, and you need to get out of my office.” He scoots me out, and I wait on the other side of the door for him to walk through. He locks his door and turns, almost bumping into me. “Why are you still here?” His tone is full of exasperation. I’d be offended if I wasn’t sure somewhere deep down that he likes me. I mean, he has to. Because if he hated seeing me so much he wouldn’t be in his office every week waiting for me.
“You didn’t tell me my subject’s name.”
“Well, if you’re such an enormous sports fan then it shouldn’t be too hard to figure out who our hockey superstar is, right?”
“Right. Of course not”
He pulls the hem of his left sleeve back and glances at his watch. “I’m going be late, Miss Morrison.” He turns his back to me and heads for the courtyard exit. His sweater has static and is bunched together at the back so his woven pink green belt is exposed. Before pushing through the exit, he glances back at me. “Oh! I forgot to mention that he’s not a fan of reporters. With a special hatred for ones who like to bring up his personal life. He’s refused to speak with every reporter on my staff for the past three years. So…good luck.” He smiles wide.
Good luck? Sigh. Something tells me I’m going to need it.

July 10, 2017

Pucker Up Preorder

New book coming next month: Pucker Up! You won't want to miss meeting and falling in love with sweet but strong Ozzie. 

His name was Ozzie. 

He was the college hockey star every girl wanted a piece of and who every guy wanted to be. 

But I didn’t know he existed. Not until the editor of the school paper agreed to give me a position in exchange for writing an article about him and his private life. I want the position. More than anything. It’s been part of my plan for as long as I can remember. But associating with jocks isn’t something I’m comfortable with given how unpopular and awkward I was in high school. I can’t let that stand in my way, though. I’m too stubborn for that.

I devise a plan to cross paths with him and it works better than I thought it would. I don’t tell him what I’m up to, and by the time I start to realize what all the fuss is about, it’s too late. My lie threatens to expose his darkest secrets and also break my heart.


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July 07, 2017

By Choice: Re-released

Hey readers! 

I'm excited because I just got my rights back to one of the first novels I ever wrote: By Choice! This book is the second book in the Forever Fae series, originally published in 2014. It has a lovely new cover to match the first book. 

The Forever Fae series will always be special to me because I wrote them without any thought about them getting published, and I didn't care if I broke any written or unwritten writing rules. I let my imagination rule me, and I loved the characters that developed in my mind. 

If you haven't read this series, please give it a try. Now I have both books back I may consider writing a third. There is so much more to their story and to the other's characters. I could probably write another ten books and never run out of material! 

Bye for now and have a great weekend!

All her life, farm girl Isame assumed she was like every other girl...until she was kidnapped by a king who believed she was magical.

Her captors swore to return her to their king, but her charm is undeniable, and their loyalty shifts. Now, on the run, they seek to discover the truth about who she really is. The only problem? It might cost Isame her life and the lives of everyone she holds dear. And after all is said and done...she might not like where the truth leads her.

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January 14, 2017

New Release: Flawed

Flawed is available! Have you purchased you copy yet? Thank you so much if you have. Your support means the world to me :-)

When I fell in love with Ivy Carter, I fell hard. She had a grip on my heart, and she refused to let go. After I committed a brutal assault, I pushed her away so she could have a life without me, but I’ve ached for her ever since. I assumed in a few months she’d move on, go off to school, and find some guy that actually deserves her. But that’s not what she did. She pushed back. And the more she pushed, the more I wanted to give in. I didn’t, though. I can be a mean SOB when I want to be.

It’s six years later now, and I’m out. I just want to see her so I know she’s okay, but one look at her angelic face through the window of where she works and I’m seventeen again, ready to do what it takes to put a smile on her face. I want to go straight and be the man she deserves, but when her brother steals from my criminal uncle, I have no choice but to make a deal with him. I might as well sell my soul; the devil is kinder.

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December 25, 2016

Flawed: Unedited Chapter One

Merry Christmas to my family and friends, and especially those who are deployed. This time two years ago I was in Africa helping fight Ebola so I know how hard it is to be away for the holidays. I'm sending you big hugs and kisses. 

I wanted to give you something for the holidays, and the best way I know how is to give you some of my writing. Writing is so much more than a job for me, it's my passion and it keeps me sane in this crazy world. So thank you for supporting me and buying my books! 

Happy holidays! I hope this year brings you everything you deserve and more!


NIKO: A buzzing noise echoes through the cell block; this noise has taunted me all day. Every time I hear it I spring from my paper-thin mattress and wait for a guard to call my name, and each time I’m met with disappointment.

Six years is a long time to wait for freedom.

I stay where I’m seated, my back against the cold cement wall and my gaze on the small window I’ve looked up at every single day since they threw me in here. Through the bars I can still see the cloudy sky. My bunk bates sit across from me, playing cards, yelling at each other over the rules of some stupid game I’ve never heard of before.

“Nikolai Kosh!” The CO’s low voice booms through the block.

My bunk mates stop, cards in tight against their chest, and grin at me. A stupid smile claims my face. I’m a fucking sixteen-year old girl invited to prom. Not having someone dictate every detail of my life will be a welcome adjustment. I can sleep when I want, keep my light on as late as I want—if I want it on at all, wear whatever I want or nothing at all, and I can finally taste alcohol that’s not brewed in a dirty bucket. And I can see the few people in my life that mean the most to me—if they’re willing to see me too.

October 29, 2016

New Release coming soon!

When I fell in love with Ivy Carter, I fell hard. She had a grip on my heart, and she refused to let go. After I committed a brutal assault, I pushed her away so she could have a life without me, but I’ve ached for her ever since. I assumed in a few months she’d move on, go off to school, and find some guy that actually deserves her. But that’s not what she did. She pushed back. And the more she pushed, the more I wanted to give in. I didn’t, though. I can be a mean SOB when I want to be.

It’s six years later now, and I’m out. I just want to see her so I know she’s okay, but one look at her angelic face through the window of where she works and I’m seventeen again, ready to do what it takes to put a smile on her face. I want to go straight and be the man she deserves, but when her brother steals from my criminal uncle, I have no choice but to make a deal with him. I might as well sell my soul; the devil is kinder.

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