Let's just get the elephant out of the room.
Having a blog hop with my name in it, makes me giggle, and well I may be a bit red right now from blushing. *Sigh* At any rate, I'm so thankful that the lovely Kim Bowman, Kay Springsteen, and Gunnar Gray, have decided to host a blog to celebrate my most recent book deal. ;)
One of the coolest things about the publishing world, is the people you meet. You build relationships with people for years without ever meeting them in person, and then when you do meet them in person it's almost like this surreal emotional experience! These gals are all ridiculously talented authors and amazing editors. I feel so blessed to have them in my life. ;)
*Wipes tears from eyes and soldiers on*
I want to talk books. I want to talk book boyfriends so bad that my hands itch. Holy crap, what's happened to me?
My latest release, Shatter, is the book I'm crushing on now. I mean, who wouldn't like not one, not two, but THREE bad boys? Two are rockstars, another is a movie star, I mean, need I go on?
The Seaside Series was my first dip into Self publishing. I wanted to write a New Adult book (NA is basically a new genre that deals with a lot of angst and coming-of-age topics)
I was sitting in Seaside, Oregon at the time...sick, as in so sick that I'm pretty sure at one point I was hallucating. And what, you may ask, was I hallucinating about?
Rockstars.
Two of them to be exact.
I kept thinking, wouldn't it be cool to write a story about two brothers torn between one girl, but what if they're hiding a secret? What if the one guy is actually good even though he appears dangerous, how can I reverse the typical roles?
I'm kind of in love with the whole "triangle" aspect. I truly believe in real life there will always be certain personality types that pull you, or possibly certain people that are RIGHT for you. There is of course the easy person. The person you fall into step with because it's just not challenging, and then theres the challenge. I wanted to write both of those characters.
What started as one book turned into four.
The third book Shatter, deals with Rockstar Alec Daniels and his demons from the past:
Sometimes the only way to heal... is to shatter.
Rock star Alec Daniels has it all. Love, fame, money... But being in the limelight isn't all it’s cracked up to be, and after one bad choice comes back to haunt him he is left picking up the pieces of his carefully constructed life. Now he faces the toughest decision of his life:
Deal with his mistake like a man, or dive back into the dark hole of depression, drugs, and denial that have been his comfort for so long.
One wrong move could destroy everything. His girlfriend, his family, and his future.
And just for fun, here's a tiny excerpt:
Her eyes widened a bit when I purposefully flexed
my arm and then she looked down, a beautiful pink blush staining her cheeks.
“Remember how I feel about your blushing?” I whispered, trying with very ounce
of self-control I possessed, not to make a complete fool of myself and toss her
over my shoulder cave-man style.
“Is it the same way you felt last night about—”
“—And we’re done.” My brother Demetri cleared his
throat, appearing out of nowhere. “Can a person un-hear something? Anyone?
Anyone?” He shook his head as if that would make everything go away and cursed.
“Seriously, I’m almost embarrassed for the sand.”
“Why the hell would you be embarrassed for the
sand?” I rolled my eyes and pulled Nat into my embrace, trailing my hands down
her arms. I couldn’t get enough of her. Not by a long shot. Even touching her
was enough to send my control out the window. Ha, she thought I had control.
No. What I had was a lot of guilt that made me feel the need to control every
damn situation until I thought I was going to shatter.
“Because you guys were all…” Demetri put his hands
in the air and scowled. “Fornicating.”
“Fornicating?” I laughed, a bit thrown off that he
not only knew a four-syllable word but the meaning behind it. “How the hell
does one fornicate without—”
“—Okay, sorry to break this weird love triangle
up…” Jaymeson stepped beside Nat and me. “But we’re supposed to go over to the
bonfire and pretend to be bonding.” Jaymeson was an action star from the UK and
one of our good friends. At least he was someone I could count on during all of
the chaos that was our lives. I was actually relieved when they asked him to be
part of the show. Against popular opinion, he was actually a really clean-cut
guy. He never did drugs, never drank, and spent every Easter with his ninety-year-old
grandma. Sometimes I hated that he made it look so easy. Fame wasn’t a big deal
to him. Granted, he also slept with anything that looked cross-eyed at him, but
whatever. He claimed it was because Americans were easy.
“Ah, reality TV at its finest,” I muttered back to
him.
“Cheers.” Jaymeson winked at Nat and then slapped
my ass. I lunged for him but Nat’s hand slipped to where Jaymeson’s hand had
been, making me totally lose my train of thought. I sighed and kissed Nat
gently across the lips. Her wet tongue licked my bottom lip and then slipped
into my mouth. I wanted to throw her onto the ground.
“And we’ve come full circle.” Demetri cleared his
throat. “Back to fornicating.”
I groaned against Nat’s mouth and cursed. “Do you
really have nothing better to do than sit here and watch us fornicate? Really,
Demetri? Is life that boring without drugs?”
Because of me, my brother had nearly killed
himself last year and was finally out of rehab. I couldn’t take credit for
pulling him out of his funk — nope, that honor went to Alyssa. She challenged
him enough to grow a pair and put on his big boy pants.
Demetri’s wide smile did nothing for my mood. He
pulled out a piece of taffy and winked. “Just getting you back for walking in
on me and Alyssa.”
It’s possible I’d been ruining my brother’s mojo
purposefully just to piss him off. I’d happily take that to my grave.
“Dude, you were moving slower than a snail.” I
smirked and made a slow crawling gesture with my hands.
Laughter bubbled out of Nat. “So true.”
Demetri cursed. “If a snail is a kick-ass-ninja-track-athlete,
then yeah. I was moving just like that.”
“Did he just compare himself to a ninja snail?” A
female voice said from behind us. We all turned. Alyssa, Demetri’s’ girlfriend,
was shaking her head and laughing. “Wow, wonders never cease. What were you
yesterday, Demetri? A turtle, was it?”
“A turtle?” I repeated. All eyes turned to
Demetri.
My brother’s eyes hooded with desire. “You can
ride my shell anytime, you—”
“Children!” Jaymeson yelled from the bonfire. “If
you’re all done getting in each other’s pants, we’ve got some fake filming to
do for the future leaders of America!”
“Truer words have never been said.” Nat nodded
solemnly.
“What we do, we do for our country,” I agreed as I
grabbed her hand and kissed the back of it. “Later though?”
She winked. “Oh, I promise.”
IN HONOR of my new release and my contracts for Elite and The Bet....
I'm going to be giving away TEN...
COPIES of The Bet and Elite, which, means TWENTY E-BOOKS TOTAL!
Already have the books? AWESOME, then enter in to win a $30.00 Amazon or Nook card!
To win a book simply comment below with your name and email address.
For the Gift card be sure to say GIFT CARD in your comments so I know you aren't entering for the books. ;) IF you are entering for both, that's fine!
THANK YOU for celebrating with me! OH and go check out the other authors on the list!!!
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