The Reviews Are (Coming) In!

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“…still loving Ashe” 

I am in love with this series and these characters… I loved the narration (his voice melts me like butter). Loved the twists in the storyline, the sweet romance and of course the HEA…

“Great voice brings the story to life” 

This book was the second in the series and the story takes up just where we left off in the first and didn’t disappoint. plus the narrator’s voice captured my mental image of Ashe perfectly and I can’t wait for the next in line in the series. 

“Riley and Ashe…”

Ashe and Riley have overcome so much. The secrets revealed in this book were so worth waiting for. I loved the characters determination. The storyline has heartbreak, perseverance, love, humor, and vengeful ex-lover. Martin John Hopkins is the perfect voice for this book told from Ashe’s point of view. I really enjoyed his sexy accent.

It’s been a few weeks since the audio narration of Loving Riley was released and the reviews are coming in. If you’ve left your review, thank you so much. I hope you enjoyed the story. If you’d like a free copy to review, let me know in the comments and I’ll send you an Audible code which you can redeem.

You can listen to the sample here.

AUDIBLE ITUNES

Three Days

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Already the ARCs went out and I really hope readers will enjoy Alma and Sawyer’s story. The paperback will be delayed because it took me forever to get things started and my cover designer won’t work on it until next week. But one thing’s pretty sure: I think I’m ready to let go and hand it to the universe.

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Excerpt

Alma sits in the front passenger seat this time, with a clip-on mirror on the sun visor allowing her to check on Tyler who is yawning as I get on Interstate 40. From here it’s four more hours before we get to Taos. We talk about music for a while before she turns quiet again, propping her bare feet on the dashboard as she leans back in her seat. Before long, she’s asleep, the neck roll cushioning her head against the window.

The deafening pop comes half an hour later and smoke and remnants of the rear tire go flying behind the trailer. A shudder reverberates through the SUV just before the vehicle veers to the right. Behind me, the trailer swerves precariously toward the second lane, the car behind me swerving just in time to avoid us. I ease on the brake as best as I can and make my way toward the shoulder, my knuckles white against the steering wheel.

Everything would have been fine but as the SUV slows to a stop along the side of the interstate, I might as well have been on the edge of some Afghan’s farm with my unit seconds before Smith stepped on the IED, the smell of blood and sulfur filling the air. And instead of Alma’s startled gasp, I hear the shouts of my fellow Marines as we do what we can to get out of the line of gunfire and RPGs.

Getdowngetdowngetdown!

Don’t Fix What Ain’t Broke

Sometimes I think the universe or Fate has to intervene to tell us something when we’re clearly refusing to listen to anything else but our constant self-talk and self-doubt.  And today, one message came loud and clear – again.

Don’t fix what ain’t broke.

A week or so ago, I posted that I was going to let a book go twenty minutes before my son’s school aide raved about a book she’d read on the Kindle I’d loaned her.  The book, of course, turned out to be the draft of the book I was about to let go.

And so I hunted down the version she had read (I have over 20 now) and found it. Then I started editing that version which happens to be the one closest to the original draft, bearing the same voice as its predecessor – it’s prequel – Loving Ashe.  Unfortunately, the critic took over, deleted 20k words and began adding new chapters, changing the tone, the voice, and the overall mood of the story – just like it tried to do ten other times in the last year.

Then Dropbox stopped working two days ago, refusing to save the new versions in the remote folders.  And when I transferred the file over to my iPhone so I could run it through Voice Dream Writer (which does amazing text-to-speech in a word processing environment), the file that got transferred was an older one from a month ago, before I butchered 20K words from it and changed the overall tone.

Today while listening to “Salli” read my manuscript back to me – the unbutchered version – anxiety hit again and I realized then why I was a bunch of nerves.  No matter how the more mature writer in me would like to overhaul the whole thing and produce something so sleek and representative of my marketing-conscious writing style (AKA “write to market”), my subconscious still prefers the original version where I wrote because I absolutely just loved to write.

Now while it may seem that I harp on and on about words, if you’ve read my books, my stories, every one of them, boil down to character.  I like deep POV – like, deep-deep POV to the point that I don’t write in one genre.  In fact, my last book, Everything She Ever Wanted, was an exercise of reining in deep POV for the sake of making it fit, at least, one genre – contemporary romance.  It failed with Harlow (in a good way!), but it worked to an extent with Dax.

The new chapters I had added to Loving Riley the last two days had none of that.  Like all the “new” versions that came before it, the new chapters were sleek, smooth, and expedient in its narrative.  But deep POV was gone, leaving my character cold.  Oh, so cold.

And maybe that’s why my nerves rebelled like they always do.  The message (Dropbox failure and all) came loud and clear: Don’t fix what ain’t broke. Let the book go, and for crying out loud, move on.

Brendan James performing “Nothing For Granted” (or what I call Dax’s song)