Friday, July 25, 2014

Friday Faves: Welcome to the New World!

It's time for Fourth Friday Faves, and July is all about survival. I've asked authors to list their must-haves for surviving the Zombie Apocalypse. So check out what they had to say and then add your own list in the comments! 

Self-proclaimed patron goddess of reclusiveness, Kali currently resides in the Midwest with her oddly supportive family and tragically misunderstood cat. 
Seriously, though, the cat is evil.

Hmmm, not that I've thought about this - A LOT - or anything, but....
1)   Treehouse – Not your typical treehouse, though. I literally want a one bedroom bungalow in a tree. I live in the Midwest, so a lot of big critters would bother me, and zombies can’t climb trees, right? Plus, it’s the perfect vantage point to spot any would-be marauders who want to take my supplies.

2)   Water – Basic survival 101. Lots of water. I read somewhere once that a couple drops of bleach per gallon of water will keep bacteria out, so I’m going to horde water like some people horde cats.

3)   Bleach – Not only do I need bleach to keep the nasties out of my drinking water, but I’ll also need it to spray around my treehouse to mask my scent from any zombies.

4)   Knives/Swords – I’m not extremely knowledgeable of guns, and I figure I’d eventually run out of ammunition anyway. Blades don’t run out of bullets and suddenly become useless. I’d want a long blade, such as a sword, because killing zombies up close can be messy, but I’d also need a hunting knife or similar for skinning and dressing my food.

5)   Antibiotics – I don’t mean an antivirus, but just standard antibiotics, both oral and topical. If I survive man-eating undead monsters, I refuse to be taken down by a simple cut because it gets infected.

Sometimes, new beginnings come from unexpected places.
To Cecily Baker, being unattached means making her own decisions, living by her own rules, and never answering to anyone. So when her sister drags her to a singles night at a local club—and then ditches her—it only strengthens Cecily’s conviction that dating just isn’t for her.
Pulling double duty as a bouncer and a bartender, Rafe Serento has seen a parade of beautiful women walk through the doors of Electric Mist, but he’s never met anyone like Cecily. Lovely in every sense of the word, and just as stubborn, she challenges everything he thought he wanted in a relationship.
The more Cecily pushes him away, though, the harder Rafe pushes back, and unless they find some common ground, they’ll both end up Alone.
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Okay, first off let me say that we’ve all thought about this. And if you haven’t, we might as well wave bye bye to you right now, because clearly you would be one of the first to go. Now, keeping the principles of The Walking Dead and the essential rules from Zombieland in mind (such as the double tap and cardio) here are the five things I would need to survive the zombie apocalypse:

1)    Shelter. Well, of course the ideal situation would be to figure out a way to get my ass in somewhere like NORAD, or some other type of bunker hidden in the mountains. This way I would have everything I needed: safety, food, water and weapons. This type of impenetrable compound would keep me safe from zombies, Skynet or even aliens that rip out of people’s get what I mean. This would also allow me to basically wait out the fallout after they nuke the planet. However, we know that there is no ideal plan when it comes to the zombie apocalypse, so I’d want a shelter that is easy to set up a defensive perimeter, that only has a few exits and entrances that could be completely secured. The reason? I’d want to feel safe enough to sleep without worrying about some dead guy nibbling on my toes...and not in a good way. I’m not looking for a permanent home, and if I have to move locations, so be it. As I said, a few good night’s sleep will do me just fine...and help keep me alive.

2)    Sustenance. Basic survival depends on sources of food and water. Haven’t you ever watched Man vs. Wild or any of those shows on the Discovery Channel? If not, again I wave farewell to you.

3)    Weapons. On my wishlist would be a shit-ton of guns. Yes, I’m talking about gaining access to some military base where I’d load up as much as I could to rival the proudest member of the NRA. This would include grenades, and maybe a rocket launcher or two, because why not? Bullets do eventually run out, so for those close quarter situations I’d also want swords...lots and lots of swords. Since I’ve studied Iaido, or samurai sword fighting, I think I could do quite a bit of damage with a blade in my hand, and cutting off a head or two also saves ammo.  

4)    Companions. Some people may be able to exist alone after the world goes to hell, but I don’t think I would be one of them. However, I don’t want to roll with just anyone, and that means no annoying individuals that do nothing but sit on their ass and whine about everything. No, give me a group of guys like Daryl from The Walking Dead, or Tallahassee from Zombieland  and I’d be happy. And the eye candy would be an extra bonus.

5)    The final item on my list is sort of cheating, but hey, this is an imaginary list, so deal with it. What I’d want most is the anti-virus. Yep, that’s right. I’d want a way to end the chaos, or at least stop everyone from becoming creepy, reanimated dead people.

Happy survival everyone!

Jared “Hammer” Caufield is a former Army Ranger and retired professional MMA champion that had to give up his fighting career due to a knee injury. He is a bad boy through and through, but that doesn’t stop him from craving the sweet little bakery owner, even though he knows she is too good for him…
Bakery owner, Kalista Redford, is a woman who has had a difficult past. She has always struggled with her self-esteem, and her last breakup hasn’t done anything to help improve her opinion of herself. When Kalista finds herself pursued by the dark and dangerous man she has secretly dreamed about, will she be able to follow her heart or will past insecurities threaten to ruin her chance at true love?
Quote: "His body was like living art. With thick, corded muscles covered with tattoos, he was the epitome of a bad boy."
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An avid reader and story teller, Evelise Archer is living her dream with her loving husband, two dogs and a rabbit. Fueled by desire for a strong cup of coffee and a passion for literature, Evelise began writing to fill the time left empty by her three now grown children.

1)    25 lb bag of coffee...I figure I can handle that to carry and brew over an open fire

2)    Kindle...and hope that I find a generator to keep it charged

3)    Family Bible...I keep pics, important dates, etc... in it

4)    Pocket case I have to fend for myself for food. Although I'm not sure what I'll catch and skin with a pocket knife

5)    Lip scrub- just because we've had a zombie apocalypse doesn't mean I can't have smooth lips

Can Madame Eve work her magic one more time? Leo Santos left the one man he loved behind to care for his ailing father. Sky Macy never forgot his one and only that got away. When they meet again on a blind date setup by 1Night Stand, will they go their separate ways or will the sparks reignite the love they never forgot? 
On a secluded beach at the resort Las Casitas Villas in Fajardo, Leo and Sky come face to face after many years apart. Passion ignites so hot it threatens to burn them from within. They both will need to open their hearts and learn to trust if they hope to find love during one night of passion in a tropical paradise. 
Quote: “Lying back like you are, your dick is poking up from the water every time the waves move out. It’s very sexy.” (Leo to Skyler as they lap in the sea)
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Susan lives out on the Canadian west coast surrounded by open water, dear family and good friends. She’s jumped out of perfectly good airplanes on purpose and accidently swum with sharks on the Great Barrier Reef.
If the world ends, she plans to survive as the spunky, comedic sidekick to the heroes of the new world, because she’s too damned short and out of shape to make it on her own for long.
To contact her about her books or to arrange end of the world team-ups, you can email her at susanhayesromance@gmail.come

Yes, I’ve given this a bit of thought, but that’s because I happen to live on an island over two converging fault lines and in view of some beautiful, snow-capped, active, volcanoes. (And I’m also a fan of zombie movies & The Walking Dead.) So, earthquake, aliens or zombies, I’m ready. (at least I hope I am…)
1)    Dental Floss – Snares, stitches, fishing line, it can do it all.

2)    Non-lubed condoms – No, not for that! (well…maybe.) But condoms make incredibly durable water bags/good waterproofing for things like tinder etc that have to stay dry.

3)    Mylar blanket – nothing keeps in body heat better. Works especially well if you have someone to snuggle with.

4)    Flint & Steel – so I can always make a fire/light the Molotov cocktails/cook dinner

5)    My sword – I’d have to leave the two-hander at home, (too heavy) but the short sword would do very nicely for defense.
Everything else, I’d just have to scavenge for.

Sonja Grekov has spent her life in a gilded cage, trapped by her wealthy family’s expectations and the scroll tattoo on her face that declares her to be one of the coveted fertile women on Earth. No longer willing to be a pawn to further her parents’ ambition, she finally finds the courage to break free before she can be claimed in a loveless match. She is determined to set her own path, but never expected where it would take her...
Trevar Storm and Deacon Wilde are Alliance Elites, but there’s nothing elite about their current assignment. They crew one of the oldest freighters in the fleet, ferrying goods across Alliance controlled space with just each other for company. With a reputation for trouble and no chance at promotion, the two men are planning for the day they can go into business for themselves and leave their military lives behind.
A straightforward supply run turns into a life changing event when the two elites discover a treasure hidden in their cargo bay. Keeping their sexy stowaway may bring the full wrath of the Alliance down on their heads, but Trevar and Deacon won’t let her go without a fight. Will their journey end in heartache, or can three misfit hearts find love in the darkness between the stars?
Quote: “If you stay with me, then I’ll make love to you until the stars fall,” he promised, every word exactly the way it had been in her dreams. In that perfect moment, there might have been other answers and other futures out there for her, but Sonja didn’t see any of them.
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 “If you stay with me, then I’ll make love to you until the stars fall,” he promised, every word exactly the way it had been in her dreams. In that perfect moment, there might have been other answers and other futures out there for her, but Sonja didn’t see any of them.

Jess Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She is a mum of two, married to her high school sweetheart. 
Jess is a hopeless romantic who is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance with a happy ending—anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be Shifters, Vampires, Cowboys, or the boy next door. 
A caffeine addict who shamefully can’t make a decent cup of coffee to save her life, Jess believes in soul mates, happily ever afters, and in love at first sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third for the brain to catch up.

1)    Trackie dacks and hoodie - Because u need comfy clothes to move in and kill zombies.

2)    Bicycle. Petrol won’t last forever and I wanna move as fast as possible.

3)    Crossbow. You can turn anything into a projectile and who the hell wants to get close enough to use a sword or knife? lol

4)    Vegemite. Spread it all over me because even Zombies wouldn’t want to eat that.

5)    Case of smell good bath soaps and shampoos etc. Because just because zombies are trying to eat your brains doesnt mean you gotta smell like one.
Tessa Cardwell’s life changed overnight when she was left to raise her five siblings. When a friend suggested moving to the small town of New Hope, she packed up her family and set out with not a clue of what waited for them there. Used to doing everything on her own, she finds herself in the middle of a life changing experience—that is if she can let go of her inhibition and hold onto the two men fate placed in front of her.
Leontis Harper searched for the woman who turned his life upside down a few months earlier. Determined to find her lands him in New Hope Valley and places him in a situation he has come quite used to—rejection. He had dealt with it his whole life, but he finds rejection hurts more when it comes from the two who were supposed to accept him without question.
Sage Ashcroft is the last White Tiger Alpha. What the Alpha wants he gets, well until now. He finds himself in a situation which could enhance his life or destroy it, if he doesn't learn to compromise. The wrong choice, and he could be the one on the outside looking in on a life that was destined for him.

With the prophesy hanging over their heads, secrets being revealed, and enemies banding together, the New Hope Valley Pride faces many changes. Join in as the Pride gains strength it never knew was possible until the Alpha, the onyx, and the fire combine.
Quote: “There are many reasons why I just kissed you, Tessa. But the most important because I wanted to.”
Tessa grinned. “So arrogant?”
“So honest.”
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Monday, July 21, 2014

ALONE Giveaway!

Sometimes, new beginnings come from unexpected places.
To Cecily Baker, being unattached means making her own decisions, living by her own rules, and never answering to anyone. So when her sister drags her to a singles night at a local club—and then ditches her—it only strengthens Cecily’s conviction that dating just isn’t for her.
Pulling double duty as a bouncer and a bartender, Rafe Serento has seen a parade of beautiful women walk through the doors of Electric Mist, but he’s never met anyone like Cecily. Lovely in every sense of the word, and just as stubborn, she challenges everything he thought he wanted in a relationship.
The more Cecily pushes him away, though, the harder Rafe pushes back, and unless they find some common ground, they’ll both end up Alone.

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“About four years now.” The tightness in her voice testified to her level of pain, but Cecily didn’t complain as she limped beside him. “Thank you, by the way. I’m sure this isn’t how you planned to spend your night.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I like to think I’m something of a superhero. Leaping tall buildings, racing bullets, and helping beautiful damsels in distress. It’s all in the job description.”
Cecily laughed at his lame joke, a deep, throaty chuckle that tripped his pulse into a gallop. “Mild mannered bouncer by night, milder mannered superhero by later night? Sounds intriguing.”
“Yeah, but it’s not all fun and games.” The breeze shifted, bringing with it the faint scent of floral perfume mixed with just a hint of vodka. “I mean, where do you even find a phone booth in this town?”
Nearing the crosswalk, Cecily pulled him to a stop and leaned heavily against his side. “Just one second, okay? Sorry about this.”
He could tell her not to apologize for something she had no control over, but Rafe had a feeling anything he said would fall on deaf ears. “I’m not in any hurry,” he answered instead. “I don’t have anywhere to be, and it’s not like I’ve got someone waiting up for me.”
“So you live alone?” Cecily sounded nothing more than mildly curious as she reached over to drop her shoes into the nearby trashcan. “I really liked those shoes,” she mumbled offhandedly. “They hurt like hell, but they were pretty.”
“I’m sorry for your loss. We’ll look into grief counseling in the morning.”
Cecily’s husky laughter ended abruptly when she sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth. “Light’s green. I’m ready.” She held a little tighter to his arm as they crossed the street, allowing him to support just a bit more of her weight. “You never did answer. About living alone?”
“Miss Baker, are you flirting with me? Trying to get me all to yourself?”
“I already have you to myself, Mr. Serento, but don’t worry. I promise not to take advantage.”
The Garden Apartments loomed just ahead, windows illuminated with soft amber lights or flickering with the glow of television sets. “Almost there. How you doing?”
“It hurts.” Cecily pulled his wool coat more securely around herself as she limped along beside him. “I’ll live, though. I think you were on to something with that bed rest and aspirin plan.”
Neither of them spoke again as they made their way along the canal to the complex. The silence was peaceful, not awkward or uncomfortable, and Rafe felt a small pang of disappointment when they finally reached their destination.
“Here we are, safe and sound as promised.” He gazed up at the wall of windows. “Tell me you’re not on the fifth floor.”
Ducking her head, Cecily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and bit down on her bottom lip. “I’m on the fifth floor.”
“Well, okay.” In one fluid motion, he swept Cecily into his arms and strode toward the steps.
Cecily squealed, a sound he didn’t think her capable of making, and swatted him in the back of the head. “What the hell are you doing?”
“How else do you plan to make it up five flights of stairs?”
“Shut up.” With a disgruntled, though adorable, growl, she settled into his arms and stopped squirming. “Are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Oh, absolutely not.” Rafe shook his head as he ascended the third flight of steps. “Probably ninety percent of the shit I say makes no sense whatsoever.”
“You’re not like most guys.”
It sounded like a compliment. She looked thoughtful instead of disgusted when she said it. I’m going to take it as a compliment.
“Do you need help getting settled?” he asked when they reached the landing on the top floor.
He expected her stubborn pride to make a comeback, so he was pleasantly surprised when she nodded and pointed toward her apartment door.
“If you don’t mind, I’d appreciate it.” Cecily paused and tilted her head to the side. “You’re not a serial killer, right?”
“Not recently.”
“Or a prude?”
“Uh…” The air suddenly felt thick and suffocating, and heat crawled up Rafe’s neck to his cheeks. “Why do you ask?”
Pushing the lapels of his jacket aside, she licked her full lips while her green eyes danced with what he could only assume was mischief. “My apartment key…” Cecily skimmed her fingers along the swell of her left breast and reached into the plunging neckline of her dress to produce a sing, gold key. “Ta-da.”


Monday, July 14, 2014

Welcome Leila Lacey!

Leila Lacey is a romance author living in Michigan. Her unique, yet titillating, genre blurs the lines between romance, interracial love and erotica. Now in her late 30’s, Leila has been passionate about writing since age 10. She can often be found traveling the world, enjoying water sports, listening to jazz music or volunteering at Vista Maria, a local youth program for young women. Leila, above all else, loves her friends and family. It is with their support that she is able to create magical scenes of true human intimacy on every page. Follow Leila Lacey on her endeavor to be America’s next New York Time’s Bestselling Author!

Loving Logan

Shelby Beasley and Logan Chandler have known each other for more than 20 years; after all Shelby’s best friend Lance is Logan’s twin brother. After years of misunderstandings Shelby and Logan have discovered that they have a hot, heavy and explosive, attraction to each other. The only problem, Shelby is the oldest daughter of one of the richest families in Georgia and Logan is a poor ex-con from the other side of the tracks that hates rich people. Shelby has never known a life of need but never really acclimated to being one of the “elite”. She is an educated woman that wants it all, what woman doesn’t, right? Logan and his family have suffered from being a part of the lower middle class. Looked down on by the wealthy people of Shelbyville, Georgia simply because of his so called social status. He has developed a disdain for the wealthy.  Can Logan and Shelby find lasting love together, or will Logan’s demons push Shelby away from him?


“Logan, this is Ivy Meade, Shelby’s biological mother,” Lance said. “Ms. Meade, this is my brother, Logan.” Logan was so worried about Shelby that it took him a minute to register what Lance had just said about this woman’s hand that he was shaking.

“Please to... Wait WHAT?” Logan said looking back at Lance like he had lost his mind.
“It a long story, and a pretty disgusting one, if you ask me, so you may want to wait on the explanation of what this fiasco is until we find out what is going on with Shelby.”
Still standing with his mouth open, Logan looked around the room at all of these always perfect people and for the first time in his life saw a kink in the amour.

“Agreed,” Logan said looking at his brother and mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ Just as he was trying to understand the collection of people that were and weren’t gathered at the hospital, a doctor and nurse walked into the room.

“Are you the family for Shelby Beasley?” the older portly doctor said. Logan recognized him from his shop last week.  He had brought in his antique car for repairs.  Logan marveled that he would not have guessed that this man was a doctor standing in his garage. Guess you can’t judge a book by its cover. Logan had never gotten that saying until now.

“Yes, Doctor! How is my daughter?” Sarah Beasley said standing and coming to stand directly in from of him. That, in itself, was weird to Logan. Sarah Beasley was here and wringing her hands in anxiety and Jackson Beasley was nowhere to be seen.
Taking a deep breath, the doctor said, “Would you like to sit down?”

“NO, NO! I don’t want to sit down. Tell me what is going on with my daughter,” Sarah yelled at the doctor.

“Well, she has an extensive list of injuries. Her spleen is ruptured, her liver is lacerated and she has eight broken ribs, and her right leg and arm are broken. Now, Shelby has a rare blood type and she had lost so much blood, we will need to do a blood transfusion. Is there anyone here with Rh negative or O blood type?” the doctor said. The woman that had been introduced to Logan as Ivy, raised her hand and said, “I do.”

Shocked, the doctor said, “Well, that is rare.  Are you related to Shelby?” the doctor asked looking around the room.

“Yes! She is her biological mother” Cassidy said to the doctor.

“Ok, I can see this is complicated. Ok, Miss, if you will go with my nurse we can start collecting some blood from you.” The doctor paused to look down at the tablet that he had in his hand. “Unfortunately, the baby did not make it,” the doctor said. He did not realize he had just dropped a bomb on everyone.

“Wait WHAT?” Logan said to the doctor grabbing his arm. “What did you just say?” he finished.

Looking around at the people in the room, the doctor said, “Yes, you all didn’t know? Shelby was 12 weeks pregnant.”

“WHAT?” came all the voices in the room like a choir “PREGNANT?”

Blog Post

The inspiration of the Legacy Series actually came from a personal place for me. My grandmother used to speak of the legacy of our family to us as her grandchildren a great deal. As I am the mother of an eighteen year old young man, I have started to look at the legacy of MY family which, let me tell you, is a book in itself.... WOW!   I used to know a woman that was a TRUE Southern Belle from the crown of her head to the tip of her toes.   She was as sweet as peach pie, I tell you. But if you messed with her, her husband or her kids, you would be less afraid of Hurricane Katrina. So in thinking about a series of books that I wanted to write about a family legacy, her “Southern Charm” came to mind and the rest, I guess you could say, is history.

One of my favorite things about this series is the grandmother, Queenie. Her words, mannerisms and place within her family is my maternal grandmother, with creative license of course. I was very close to her. She one of my favorite people in the world, still is to be honest with you, and she has been deceased for a number of years. So if I can say I have had any “hurdles” in writing this series, it is when it comes to writing Queenie. I always get that little hitch in my chest and longing to sit and talk with her and hear her thoughts on my writing, the genre I have chosen, the sex in my books and just my life on a day to day basis. I have been so amazed and honored at how many people like my stories and get what I am trying to deliver. I have always loved that my maternal aunt was the first person to introduce me to the genre of romance. I used to go and visit my grandmother each summer and I remember spending hour after hour reading her Harlequin Romance books. After a few years, she would take me to the library every couple of weeks to get my own so I would relinquish her books. Ahh, those summers are some of my best memories. I do remember thinking the one element that I wanted in some of those stories is some type of humor. I love to laugh and to make people laugh and in my opinion a lot of romance books are passionate and serious but they don’t have any humor. We all love to laugh, and we all like a little tasteless humor every now and then. Or is that just me and my dirty crazy mind? Anyway, the other thing that was missing in my opinion was the “real” conversation. What I mean by that is, while we ALL do not swear all the time but we do swear every now and then. What woman has not slung an F bomb when she was mad at her man? I would like to meet her so she can help me with my F bombs, because if I was on TV and I was mad at my man, there would be a whole lot of beeps. Anyway, I wanted the conversations between girlfriends and significant others to be real. I wanted to feel like I could hear or see this conversation between these people. Now since I have been published, I get a lot of comments that people do not like that I have made “professional” people into Ghetto birds, which I think is interesting because we, as a society, put such exaltation on “positions” like, “Ok, I am a doctor and so now I never talk dirty with my girlfriends and we never say crazy things to each other and call each other out or I am a CEO, so I don’t get mad and want to slap the hell out of a person that crosses me.”  Our profession does not negate what we are; PEOPLE that have tempers, and dirty minds, and curse and swear when we are amongst our friends and loved ones. So that critique confuses me, but I take all my reviews good and bad and try to incorporate what the reader wants to see into future works. I do not change things totally to what each person wants because, let’s face it, sometimes those that are afraid to do or can’t do are the first ones to critique your work BUT, I am not perfect and I am new to this. I also believe we can always learn from triumph and mistakes. I will say to my critiques on the books that I have written about race; what you read is a reality of our society.   There are racist people in every race.  Acting like it does not happen is irrational in my opinion and what I write is from a perspective of healing certain race relations NOT glorifying them. I am bringing a light to the ignorance, anger and hate. On the topic of interracial relationships and race relations; I am not now, nor have I ever been, a racist person. Do I know people that are racist? Yes. Do I try to encourage them to be better? Yes.  Do I stop befriending them because of their struggle and demons? No. It is not my place to judge any man or woman.

Lastly to those that have read my books and given good and bad critiques, thank you so much. Honestly from the depth of my soul, thank you. I am living my dream, I am writing and I am entertaining and making people happy. I cannot be happier in this journey so, thank you. Even to those that don’t like me or my work; you have to admit, I got to you.  Maybe not the way I would have hoped but, hey, we cannot win them all… right?

Author Interview

Has your perspective on the writing process changed since you became published?

Absolutely; one thing I have found is that I can get into writing. I can be writing 2 to 3 books at a time. I will get so wrapped in my books or research of the book that I want to write and I will forget that I need to cook dinner, or that I have not spoken to my family and friends other than a ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ in days. So I have definitely gotten a great respect for writers that are writing amazing books or CRAP books and still juggle a family, career, friends and hygiene!

Do you work best on a deadline, or do you need freedom from time constraints?

No constraints. I have not really been under a publisher’s deadline. I am an indie author, so any deadlines that I have are created by me. Believe me I can be harder on myself than any publisher could.  I had to stop doing that because I was stressing myself the hell out.

Is there a word or phrase you catch yourself overusing?

Yes, Laughing hysterically! I have recently realized that my friends and I laugh so much when we are talking to each other and spending time together that I have transferred that into my books. 

How do you know you’ve written a good book?

HA! I know I have written a good book when I am writing it and I say (excuse the language) ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP!’ I find that when I am writing I will have a plan and while I am mid-paragraph, I will change my mind on where I want to go with the story and go off the top of my head and surprise the HELL out myself! Ha Ha!

How do you keep your characters and stories organized?

I have a character excel spreadsheet. I will think of a name I want to use in the future or hear a name I want to use and I put it in that spreadsheet.  Then once I have a story line, I will go into the spreadsheet and pick the names of the characters for the story line.  Once I use the names in a story, I put the name of the book next to the name.

Are you a Swooper (write first, edit later,) a Basher (edit each sentence as you go,) or both?

I am a Swooper a TERRIBLE Swooper! Ha Ha! I hate editing, hate hate hate. Did I say hate? Ha Ha.  I will go through the entire book sometimes 250 pages and go through and do a spell check. Then I have a friend that I have read it for me, tell me all the errors and I change them, then I send it to the editor.

What is the one thing you must have to be able to write?

Ice tea, potato chips and music. Oh and my Boston terrier, Ruby.  She is my love-bug and for some reason, she has always been protective of me. I got her when she was five months old. She will sit in her doggie bed and sleep while I write and if she is outside or with my kids while I am writing, it feels like something is off.

What types of scenes are your favorite to write?

Conversation scenes; so for me, that is, I like a lot of conversation rather than description. When I write, I think ‘how do I think this topic and this conversation will go between these two personalities of these characters? How do I think this conversation would go?’  Then I just go. I LOVE it!  I will find myself laughing out loud or even crying. When you can touch yourself… in my humble dirty opinion… you have talent.  Ha Ha.

How do you feel about the term “Mommy Porn”?

What the what now? Ok, I do not get why when you become a mother you are expected to not be kinking and freaky. Then you get the husbands that are like, ‘well, once the kids came, you stopped wanting to swing from the chandelier with me.’ That’s because when she had that baby, she became a “mom” and so can no longer be a big old freak!  Mommy Porn to me is societies’ way of saying, ’you can’t like to have your ass spanked with your arms tied above your head with a silk scarf.’ Yes, I said it! Ha Ha!

I think it is crap. I am a mommy, so I will never allow sexual photos or videos to be taken of me because lets’ face it, you really can’t control that; other than that… what I do in the bedroom does not affect the mother that I am. They entirely are two separate entities.

I also think that women prefer to use their imagination more than men. NOT ALL but most and with dirty books you can do that. You can picture yourself with this delicious man that has been described. But with “daddy porn” THERE IT IS… who-ha and ding-a-ling, no imagination necessary! Ha Ha 

Do you prefer to write 1st or 3rd Person POV? Why?

I actually like 3rd person POV because in my POV, it’s easier to write the emotions and thoughts of both main characters.

What do you feel are the most important aspects to a good romance?

Passion, communication, and a description of what both parties are feeling for each other.

Are you always in the driver’s seat? Or do your characters drag you along for the ride?

No, I am not always in the driver’s seat. My characters’ personalities tell me what they want to say and do and there are times when I am like, ‘HEY I am the writer here. SHHH!’ Ha Ha.  Wait, does that mean I have multiple personalities? Ha Ha.

What is your least favorite part of the writing process?


Lightning Round

What is your most cherished possession?

My father’s flag from his military burial, and some handkerchiefs that my grandmother handmade for me.

How do you feel about being the center of attention?

I am a little uncomfortable with it. People can be so mean and hateful and I can be really sensitive sometimes. So being in the spot light is scary to me sometimes.

What makes you blush?

A sexy man telling me I am sexy. Naked people!

What is your worst habit?

Finger nail biting and swearing

Do you have any irrational fears or phobias?

Spiders, bugs, and lightening

What are you the most hopeless at?

Staying angry at people that hurt or violate me. I will forgive and let them right back into my life leaving room for me to be hurt again.

Food: Pizza
Color: Pink
Movie: Calamity Jane, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, The Star Wars Trilogy, Friday
Band: Boyz II Men
Song: Your Home is in my Heart
Quote: "If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities." — Maya Angelou
TV Show: Criminal Minds, NCIS, NCIS LA, Rizzoli and Isle and The Closer
Holiday: Christmas
Sport: Football
Guilty Indulgence: Stilettos
Dessert: Cheesecake
Time of Day: Sunrise