#ROW80 Round 3 but Round 1 for me! #amwriting #KansasBeatitude

It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Sleep deprivation is a real thing, yo. My baby, this past week, has finally decided to sleep through the night (again). He took about 6 weeks off of sleeping through the night. I’m hoping this sticks for him because I really miss writing and spending time in the writing world. I feel so far behind.

I was supposed to have a book written and ready to go for release on October 1st, and I honestly haven’t even finished outlining it. It’s halfway outlined. I’ve given up on getting it written for this year, so it’ll just have to be on my list for next year. In the meantime, I feel horrible about not writing. It’s my number one stress reliever, and I haven’t written properly since NOVEMBER OF LAST YEAR! Such a scary thought.

Anywho. I decided to jump in on this round of ROW80 to try and get back in the swing of things. As I was laying in bed this morning at 5:30 because my spouse insisted on waking me up to tell me about an awesome thunderstorm, I came up with a short story romance series that I wanted to write. It’s called “Kansas Beatitude” which means I already have built in titles & series name. haha! I love when it works for you.

There are 8 short stories in this series based on the 8 beatitudes in the gospel of Matthew. And by based, I mean loosely themed on them. I’m writing the second one right now because I couldn’t come up with a good idea for the first one. (Poor in Spirit is a HARD topic to figure something out on). The characters are all different in each piece, though they will probably interweave to some degree once I get going. They will all be set in Western Kansas, where I live. The goal is that each short story will be about 15k words long.

Since there are 80 days in ROW80 and I have 8 short stories to write, I figure one short story every ten days. Which means, I’m already behind if I don’t finish this one short story today and I’m only 1500 words in, so I’m guessing I’m not going to finish it today. It means I’ll have to work hard to catch up.

Here’s my goals:

SHORT STORY TITLES: Poor in Spirit, Mourn (the one I’m currently writing), Meek, Hunger & Thirst, Merciful, Pure in Heart, Peacemakers, Persecuted.

DATES TO FINISH BY: July 14, July 24, Aug 3, Aug 13, Aug 23, Sep 2, Sept 12, Sept 22 (if I counted correctly)

I’m going to need some serious accountability on this to accomplish it. Even if I just make it through one short story at this point, I’m going to be so happy because it has been so long since I’ve written.

Like I said earlier, I skipped Poor in Spirit (Kansas Beatitude #1) and opted to start work on Mourn (Kansas Beatitude #2) because I had an idea pop in my head for it. I will have to go back and write the first one if I want to start sending this off to publishers to try and get it out into the real world because self-publishing for me does not go as well as it should.

I have 3 more short stories to come up with ideas for (including the first one), and I have about 12,500 more words to write on Mourn. Guess I better get to pecking at this keyboard in a more productive manner. Anyhow, catch you later! I’m off to write.

Pssst did someone say #WIPpetWednesday?

Hey all. I know, I know. I haven’t been around. But I’m working on that. I have at least been writing, this month. I haven’t been writing much in general. This pregnancy thing really threw me for an unexpected loop.

Anyway. I am writing. I’m writing something totally and completely new. It’s called OBlique. It’s a romancey thing. At first, before naming it, I called it “Romancey Thing Take Deux!” but I do have a title now.

I will not make it around to blogs today. I should be able to make rounds tomorrow, so watch out peoples, I’m back for at least one week! w00t!

So how does this work again? It’s been so long…

16 short paragraphs from chapter 1, where my two lovelies meet. My math you ask? 1 x 1 = 1 and 18 – 1 = 17 so there. =P

The crash shook the aisle. Jaclyn spun around and looked toward the end of the store, as far as she could see. Cans of soup were rolling around on the ground. Saying nothing to Donnetta, Jaclyn stepped forward and down the aisle, keeping her eyes open to anything. There was commotion, and while she wanted to help with whatever it was, she also really just wanted to go home to her lonely bowl of cereal and veg on the couch for a few hours.

Dale was leaned over a woman who was pressed against the end cap. She was beautiful with dark locks of hair and a heart shaped face, but she was pale as a ghost. Dale was mumbling crap at her, trying to figure out what to do. He glanced up and sighed relief when he saw Jaclyn standing there.

“Good. Tiny’s here,” he said to everyone who was gathering around.

“Me?” Jaclyn put a hand to her chest before squatting down and reaching for the woman’s wrist. “Ma’am?”

Her eyes popped open, and jade green shone back. Jaclyn bit her cheek and nodded. “Hi. I’m Tiny,” she said, using the nickname she hated, but everyone was standing around and wouldn’t know who she was if said her legal name. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“I—I’m fine,” she whispered. Her eyes scanned the small crowd, and if it was possible, she grew even paler.

Jaclyn shifted her hand on her wrist and checked her pulse. It was racing, but she couldn’t tell if it was because of embarrassment or something else. “You’re obviously not fine. You’re on the ground.”

“I’m fine,” she said, sternly. “I got dizzy and tried to lean against the cart or the shelf, but I guess I missed.”

“Well, you managed to sit.” Jaclyn crinkled her eyes and nodded her head toward Dale. “Get her some water, will you? And you all can give this lady some room!” The four or five people around her stepped back. Most didn’t leave the vicinity though, that was too much to hope for.

“What’s your name?”

“Kara.”

“Kara, I’m Tiny. This is Dale,” she said as he brought back over a plastic cup of water. “Drink this up for me.”

Jaclyn settled her hand on Kara’s thigh and glanced around. She wanted to get rid of the gawkers probably as much as Kara did, but she also knew that wouldn’t happen. Even in a larger small town, this would be the talk of the day. Swallowing, Jaclyn looked back down to find Kara staring at the cup and not having drank any of it.

“Drink up.”

Kara looked as though she was going to protest, but she cringed and took a small sip of the water instead. Jaclyn licked her lips and shook her head.

“Dale, get them out of here, will ya?”

“Got it, Tiny.” He stood up, his bulging belly hanging over his pants which were only held up by the suspenders he wore. “Let’s give her some space. Donnetta, you ready? I’ll check you out right now.”

Well there you go! New story and hopefully a new leaf turned so I’m back to this writing thing. I really need to focus on it now before bumblebee arrives because let’s face it, not much writing will be done then. I have loads going on bookwise still because I write so freakin’ much last year. I have my last release of the year on December 1st, so I’m in the midst of promotion right now, writing this book, editing Lost & Forsaken and doing a print proof on Fallen from Grace. I’m also thinking about this other book I need to write for release this coming October, the sequel to Unbound. So loads and loads going on.

I’ll be stalking you all tomorrow! Catch you on the flip side.

I keep saying it, so I should do it! #NaNoWriMo

I haven’t been around this year much at all. And there’s really no excuse except I haven’t been in the mood. I’ve wanted to be here. I certainly miss writing and miss my writing friends. But so much in life is changing right now. Last year I wrote enough to publish four novels and three short stories in one year, this year I’ve only written enough for one book and short story, which is a scary scary concept.

I use my writing money to help pay off my student loans faster, so the prospect of having no extra is daunting and sad at the same time. But that’s not the only thing. Writing is an outlet for me. It’s a stress-reliever, a place where I can go and lose myself, and since really January, I haven’t done any consistent writing. I used to get up at about 5:30 in the morning, every morning, and type away, but the typing hasn’t been happening, and starting in about June, the early morning stopped.

My motivation has just been slacking. My timing has been off. Add in to all this a new pregnancy. A new pregnancy that isn’t so new anymore. Next week, I start my third trimester. That first one knocked me off my feet in a not good way. Yes, we were trying. No, we did not think it would happen that fast. The nausea and vomiting and exhaustion was almost more than I could handle. Then I hit my second trimester. And morning sickness went away, but I had to catch up with my day job.

I’m still catching up. But it’s November, and I couldn’t resist the call to NaNoWriMo, to the one thing that got me started in actually writing and finishing novels. I had at one point debated on being an ML, and I’m glad I didn’t even contemplate the application this year. Perhaps next year. November is a busy time of the year for me. Work picks up, this year is slower because of some things, by slower I mean delayed. Most of the planning I should have already done, but I haven’t even actually started it.

But I’m writing. This morning I woke up about 6 and started typing about 6:45. I’ve done about 2400 words in that short span. I started something new, something that came to me on one of my many long drives. I have a two stories outlined already, yet I chose to write one where I have no freakin’ clue where the story is going. For some reason, I like it. I’ll probably send a good amount of time this week outlining the novel itself, but for now, it’s all in my head.

Writing is relaxation. Without it, I’m not sure I could survive as well. My spouse keeps yelling at me to write, and it hasn’t been happening. Well, today I proudly sent that text, “I’m writing” and got a very enthusiastic “Yay!” back.

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For now, I’ll leave you with this. Don’t ever give up on your dreams. Don’t ever make your dreams work for you.

A Lenten Fast #blogging #life #writing #newreleases #editing

Well, it has been a long time since I’ve been on this blog. I unintentionally gave up blogging for Lent it seems. Go figure. I ran into one of the busiest few months of my life, even busier than wedding planning and moving across country and starting a new job. I’m not sure I thought that was possible. But yesterday was Easter, and that means fasting — whether intentionally or not — is over. So I’m back.

It’s a bright and beautiful Monday morning. Typically that means on my blog that I get to talk about Broken Taboos. But I think I’m just going to take today to catch you all up on what I’ve been doing. Which hasn’t been much in the writing world, I’m afraid.

I haven’t really truly written since January, although there have been a few moments of quick writing here and there. I did start a sci fi short story about this very interesting character. It’s written in first person POV, which is not my norm at all, but I wanted to experiment a bit and what better way to do that than in a short story? It’s been loads of fun, but I do need to finish it. Cheska agreed to help out this scientist while they try to discover patterns and more information about geomagnetic storms in space. So yeah, pretty cool. I’m hoping it’ll be accepted for an anthology.

I’ve been doing a lot of copy-editing since January. I don’t know why, but the copy-editing side of my life has boomed. I’ve had about two pieces a month to edit, which while I love copy-editing, it means I don’t write as much. I do believe that once the SO gets a “real” job, meaning one that pays more than half of what I make a month, then I’ll drop the copy-editing down to minimal so I can focus on writing some more.

Other than that!! Life is amazing! Books are amazing!

I’ve got three releases coming up between May 1 and June 1. Which includes parties and so much more! I’m finally getting around to you know, answering emails and such, and setting up some promo. Now that I can focus on stuff not day job related for awhile.

So…since I’m on the promo kick! I’ll put it out there.

I have a HUGE, and I mean HUGE, release party for Memoir in the Making happening May 1-8. I’m looking for a ton of people to takeover the event. I’m also looking for donations if that’s more your thing. Memoir in the Making is a romance, so if you’re intro writing romancey things, this one might be good to join in on. Here’s the link to the sign up.

Since I’m releasing Fallen from Grace (Spirit of Grace #2) June 1 (see? I told you–so many releases). I’m looking for people to read and review For by Grace to try and up my reviews on Amazon. There are multiple reasons for this, which if I do get enough reviews, I’ll share in a blog post later. The sign up sheet or rather, information collecting sheet, is right here for this one.

My third release for this insanity is a short story in an anthology. Young Love, Old Hearts. It’s a May-December, Old-Young anthology. This is probably my favorite short story I’ve every written. It just feels like I hit the nail on the head with it, and that happens so rarely. I get bubbly every time I think about this short.

Anyway! Enough of the business side of things.

At home!!! We got a new puppy! Well puppy is my term for her. She’s a seven year old chocolate lab mix, she’s adorable, she knows how to roll over and spin in circles, and she listens, and is snuggly. She loves my pittie! They get along fantastically, and I really couldn’t have asked for more in a dog (well, maybe better breath). So I think that completes our furfamily. Two dogs and two cats is plenty!

The SO is graduating with a BA in May! I’m so excited and proud. Can’t wait to see the SO walk with cap and gown. It’s been a long time coming. That also means the SO has to start looking for a career rather than just a job to pay the bills. Which I’m sure the SO is uber happy about. =P

On another note, I’ve been crocheting scarves a lot lately. I’m waiting to see if the idea I have in store will come to fruition, but I’m thinking an author and fan charity donation of knitted and crocheted scarves to one particular group (yes, I’m being a bit vague on purpose). What I noticed, aside from all of us authors having furbabies), is that a lot of us love to crochet or knit. No idea why, but it’s something pretty common among the community. I figure fans are also the same way since reading and crocheting/knitting seem to go hand in hand. The donations would go to women who are leaving domestic abuse situations. Which is something I’m very passionate about.

It’s something I’ve tried to bring to light a few times in my Spirit of Grace series and in my personal life. There is a second organization that would before foster care kids who are in college, which is also something I’m passionate about bringing awareness to. But…this one is still in the works, but if you’re interested, let me know!

Wow! This turned out to be a long post!! Love you all! Missed you! Can’t wait for WIPpet Wednesday!

Ella’s Love #releaseday @jasminelee #authorcorner

Title: Ella’s Love
Author: Jasmine Lee
Genre: Contemporary
Release Date: February 4, 2015
Cover Design: Sheri McGathy
Models: TJ (Front) & Donna Jo Petty-Kitchens (Back)
Photographers: Amber & Tabitha Patterson
Add to Goodreads TBR
Synopsis:
A chance meeting years ago.
Another chance meeting one night followed by a passionate kiss.
A final chance meeting in an ER.Followed by the most horrible first date ever.

That might just be the best first date ever.

Newly divorced Marcus, Lead singer of a Heavy Metal band.Never dreamed he’d find love ever again.

Single mom Ella, knows she may never have her ownHEA.Not when she has more than the normal baggage.

What follows, neither expected.How much is Marcus willing to sacrifice to be with Ella?

Can Ella open her heart, knowing she may never truly find her happy ending?

Excerpt:

“Where to?” I ask.

He shrugs as he answers, “We can sit up there. That way we don’t have to try to see over anybody’s head or anybody kicking us in the back.” He gestures toward the top of the stairs.

Great.
“Okay.”
Not great, nope not great. Me and stairs don’t get along. I have a tendency of falling going up them and going down them. Deep breath in and out. Here’s to hoping. I make my way up the stairs, and I’m almost at the very top when it happens. My knee gives out, and I’m on all fours with my ass in the air for Marcus to see as he stands behind me. Ugh…I was wrong, so very wrong. This could get so much worse, and I have a feeling it will. I feel two hands slide around my ribs, slowly helping me to stand.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Marcus asks.
I give him a tight smile. “Yeah, fine. It’s just…I’m nervous. Plus, me and stairs don’t get along that well,” I say in a soft voice.
He helps me the rest of the way to the top of the stairs then turns right. He moves down a couple a seats before sitting. I don’t say anything as I take a seat beside him. I rub my right knee. Man, it hurts. I know I’m going to have a bruise come tomorrow.
Buy Links:
Giveaway:

https://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/23a15c5827/

 

 About The Author: 


Hey everyone! My name Jasmine and I live in East Texas in a small town. I would love to tell you this great adventure about myself but it wouldn’t be true so I’ll stick with the boring version.
Born and raised in a small town; growing up I was more of the loaner then anything. Never dated the guy of my dreams.

But I grew up & married the perfect guy for me!

I write mainly for the fun of it & it’s my stress reliever!

Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads


Dog Chases #row80 and #WIPpet

I’ve been doing a lot of writing so far this week. It’s been so relaxing and awesome. Grace through Redemption had started the beta reading process and I got the prologue back last night. w00t! I hope the novel will be done soon. Unfortunately my brand new barely a month old computer has been crashing. So I lost some record of my daily word counts. I tried to cobble them together. Also…I’m really mad that my brand new computer is giving me this many issues. It’s hard to get anything done on it.

  • write 1667 words a day
    • Sunday — 2545
    • Monday — 2404
    • Tuesday — 3825
  • Blog posts each week:ROW80,WIPpet, Open When, and 1 extra post
    • I had planned for an extra Open When Tuesday, but I didn’t do it, so now Thursday. Other than that I have all the blog posts for this week going well.
  • Audio: Record/Edit a chapter a week
    • Haven’t touched this goal yet.

Now for WIPpet Wednesday. I’m still writing Grace through Redemption, even though it’s with beta’s. They’re taking it chapter by chapter and it’s really good motivation for writing the next chapter should I need it. Since I’m having issues picking an excerpt. Here’s 21 sentences for the day of the month from Grace through Redemption called “Moving Day” you’ll find out why shortly. It’s short sentences since it’s mostly dialogue.

Letting out a breath, Grace pushed open the car door and stood up straight. She shut the door quickly, really not wanting a repeat chase of the dog. She said nothing. Amya grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her hard. Grace felt tears prick at her eyes again and clenched them closed as much as she could so Amya wouldn’t see.

“Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not true,” Amya whispered.

“What are you talking about?”

Amya narrowed her eyes and then shook her head. She opened the door and grabbed the dogs collar, not bothering with a leash. She dragged her back into the bedroom, Grace hot on her heels, locking Roslin in the room.

“Izzy is still outside. I was wondering what was taking you so long, and you didn’t answer your phone.”

“My phone? I—” Grace felt around her pockets but didn’t find the item she was looking for. Amya held her hand up, Grace’s phone between her fingers.

“You left it at my house.”

“Oh. Dog got loose.”

“I see that. Took you an hour to find her?”

“An hour?”

“Yeah.”

“She runs fast,” Grace narrowed her eyes and pouted. If an hour had truly past then she was worse at catching someone than she thought she was.

Sighing, she walked back out to her car and pulled out the last box from the back. She carried it into the house and deposited it in the spare bedroom. When she turned around, Amya was standing in the doorway.

“The guys are loading up the first truck load.”

“Good,” Grace muttered.

“What happened?”

Grace’s head shot up. She shook it when she realized Amya was talking more deeply than she had anticipated. Damn that woman for seeing things Grace didn’t want her to see. “Nothing, just was thinking.”

“About?”

“How I’m a bad cop and yadda yadda. I know.” Grace held up her hand. “Don’t say it.”

“Good.” Amya wrapped her arms around Grace’s middle and rested her chin on Grace’s shoulder. “At least you said it to yourself this time so I don’t have to say it.”

Grace snorted. “Yeah. Now, come on. Let’s get you moved in here. I need to shovel the new snow for the guys.”

And that’s my WIPpet for today! See you all on the flip side. =P

Ella’s Love COVER REVEAL! #coverreveal #authorcorner

Title: Ella’s Love
Author: Jasmine Lee
Genre: Contemporary
Release Date: February 4, 2015
Cover Design: Sheri McGathy
Models: TJ (Front) & Donna Jo Petty-Kitchens (Back)
Photographers: Amber & Tabitha Patterson
Add to Goodreads TBR
Synopsis:
A chance meeting years ago.
Another chance meeting one night followed by a passionate kiss.
A final chance meeting in an ER.Followed by the most horrible first date ever.That might just be the best first date ever.
Newly divorced Marcus, Lead singer of a Heavy Metal band.Never dreamed he’d find love ever again.
Single mom Ella, knows she may never have her ownHEA.Not when she has more than the normal baggage.
What follows, neither expected.How much is Marcus willing to sacrificeto be with Ella?Can Ella open her heart, knowing she may never truly find her happy ending?
Excerpt:
Prologue
I could tell you everyone gets their own form of
happily ever after in the end, but let’s face it, that’s a HUGE lie. Not
everyone gets one or they get a part of one only to have it ripped away from
them in the end. Leaving them more broken than they ever believed they could be
in their lives.
I thought I had it all: the fame, the happiness, and
most importantly, the love.
What
a load of bullshit!
I definitely didn’t have love. She wanted me for
nothing more than my fame and money in the end. So after nine years together-four
of those years spent married-we ended up getting the big D. Thankfully, there
were no children in the mix, otherwise I would have to deal with the royal
bitch for the rest of my life.
But this isn’t mine and the royal bitch’s story. Nope,
this is Ella’s and my story; the story of how we came to be. True, we had more
going in the end than we realized at the time, but I wouldn’t change one thing
about our time together.
Not
one thing
.

 

 

About The Author:
Hey everyone! My name Jasmine and I live in East Texas in a small town. I would love to tell you this great adventure about myself but it wouldn’t be true so I’ll stick with the boring version.
Born and raised in a small town; growing up I was more of the loaner then anything. Never dated the guy of my dreams.

But I grew up & married the perfect guy for me!

I write mainly for the fun of it & it’s my stress reliever!

Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads

 

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Christmas Eve isn’t as relaxed as it used to be #ROW80 & #WIPpetWednesday

Christmas Eve isn’t a break for me like it used to be. I was just telling the SO the other day that it’s a bit weird not having a Christmas break from like when I was in school because I don’t really know when everyone is done for the semester.

Today is one of my busiest days of the year. And today…oh boy today…It starts around 5:30 in the morning and goes until close to midnight. So I won’t be checking on blogs today, or probably tomorrow. I might get to them on Friday, but I get to drive my mom to the airport Friday, which is a 2 hour drive one way. And Saturday I have a funeral.

Long busy week for this writer! =P

But the good news is, I have been writing. So here’s my ROW80 check in.

1. Write 1667 words a day.

Sun: 0
Mon: 2683
Tues: 2476

2. keep up with all blog posts ROW80, WIPpet, Open When and add in 1 extra post a week

I’ve managed this so far! Just need to finish Open When twice this week. Tomorrow and Saturday. =P

3. Edit at least one chapter a week on something.

I’ve edited two chapters from Amya’s Take Out, my short stories that are companion pieces to For by Grace.

4. crochet one round of border a week

Now, for WIPpet Wednesday ::rubs hands together::

This excerpt is from Grace but not from Grace. I’ve decided to write a series of short stories in companion to For by Grace. I’m not sure if I’ll do it with the other two books in the series. I might, but … who knows. I might know more when I actually do the final edit of Fallen from Grace which should be happening soon.

Anyway. Thus far this week, I’ve written two of these short stories and edited to more. So I have like 5000 words to pick from! Yay! Today you get 3 paragraphs from “Office Hours” for the 12 month because 1 + 2 = 3

I must admit, it’s crazy weird to be writing from Amya’s POV and it’s crazy weird not to have Grace in some of the stories at all. I think that’s why I’ve put off writing these stories for so long. It’s just weird not to have the MC in the world you’ve created and written solely from for YEARS not be there at all.

Anyway, here you go! 3 paragraphs.

Grace turned to leave the room, but Amya couldn’t let her go at that. There was something in the air that hadn’t been cleared, something that needed to be. Amya tugged Grace back, walking into her body and pressing her against the office wall. She cupped Grace’s cheek with her free hand, keeping the one still entwined with Grace’s in place.

“I really like you, Grace.”

When Grace said nothing in response, Amya thought she had stepped too far over the invisible barrier they were fighting with, but when Grace slid a hand up her back, she knew she’d done the right thing. Grace’s mouth descended onto hers, and Amya let out a small moan when they touched. Grace pulled Amya tightly into her, and Amya relaxed, waiting to feel completely taken over by Grace, more so than she already was.

Thanks for stopping by! If you’re interested in joining in WIPpet Wednesday, write up a post with an excerpt from your current work in progress. Make that excerpt somehow correlate to the date and then link up the blog post with all the others right here.

Cover Reveal: Flames of Redemption by Fallon Brown! #authorcorner #romance

I’m so excited to share this cover with you all today! Fallon is a fellow WIPpeteer, and I’ve been seeing sneak previews and snippets from her books for awhile. I can’t wait for you all to get your hands on this one!

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Title: Flames of Redemption

Cover Design: Marianne Nowicki @ Premadeebookcovershop.com

Release: January 2015

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Summary:

Kayla Brooke has firefighting in her blood. She followed her father’s footsteps into the Crystal Glen Fire Department, but when she shows an interest in the whys, she moves into her uncle’s path; fire investigation. Fighting the flames has cost her: a man she thought she’d loved and friends taken by the flames that call to her. After her fiance walked out on her because he could handle what she was, she never expected another man to light a different kind of fire in her blood. Until Adrian Riley ran into her life.

Adrian Riley came from a family of cops, but he decided to start over in a town where no one knows his family. Now, on the fast track to promotion, he thinks this new case could be the key to proving himself. Then, he butts heads with a hotheaded firefighter on the scene, and his whole world turns upside down. She could be the key to everything, or the one weakness that could take him down.

They fight the sparks that threaten to burn them both. But, once they light, there’s no stopping the blaze. Kayla’s been burned before, but this time the flames may consume her. When more fires start, they know it’s more than a simple case. But, when the arsonist seems to have turned his attention to Kayla, Adrian will do everything within his power to keep her safe, even stand between her and the fire.

 

Excerpt 1:

When she stepped outside, though, the cop was still there. She couldn’t see his face as he leaned over the railing of the porch, but she still recognized him. The lines of his back were as strong as his front even with his coat on. Maybe it was a good thing that he reminded her of a fighter. He’d fight for this family, for Josh, if it did turn out to be arson.

Something about his posture now was different than when he’d been inside. The bowed back, his head hanging down. He couldn’t have been hurt in the time it took to walk out here, but she knew not all pain was physical. She was sure of it when a shudder passed over his body. What was wrong with him? She hadn’t gotten the impression he had known Josh. He hadn’t seemed affected inside.

She took a step toward him but backed away again when he spun toward her. His hand reached toward his side, where he was probably used to wearing a shoulder holster. He wouldn’t carry a gun to a funeral home though, would he? His jacket lifted, revealing the badge on his belt.

She held her hands up and worked up a smile. “I come in peace.”

He relaxed a bit, but something still held him rigid. The pain was evident in those hard blue eyes. “You’re one of Josh Nunley’s colleagues.”

His voice put her on edge. Her own back stiffened. “One of his sisters, so to speak. What are you doing here? Aren’t we allowed peace to grieve our brother’s loss?”

“I wasn’t trying to get in the way,” he said. “In fact, I tried to be as unobtrusive as possible. I’ve lost colleagues in the line of duty before. I understand. But I still have a job to do. I would think you’d want me to find who is responsible for your friend’s death.”

 

Excerpt 2:

Yet he found he wanted to take care of her. Not like she would allow it. Still, he reached out and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She looked shocked by the gesture. “How much sleep have you gotten?” he asked.

She stepped back from him, bringing her own fingers to touch the lock of hair. “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “I can still do the job.”

“I never said you couldn’t.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Look, I don’t really know what your problem is with me. The only thing I’ve tried to do so far is my job. Are you really going to hold that against me?”

“Your job sucks, then. Coming to question us when we’re grieving for our friend. Crashing his funeral. We should be able to have those moments.”

“I didn’t question any of you. I was only there observing. Watching for some suspicious behavior. Anything that might give me a clue to who did this.”

“You think that’s so much better? What, do you think one of us did it?”

He kept silent at that accusation, not quite sure what to say to her. She apparently took it as confirmation. “You do, damn it.” She held her hands out in front of her. “Well, why don’t you arrest me now, Detective, if you think I’m guilty.”

“I never said you were guilty, or that I even thought that.” His voice was low, the calmness not matching the turmoil he felt. No, the anger boiled in his veins.

 

Author Bio:

Fallon Brown was born and raised in a tiny town in the northwestern corner of Pennsylvania. At one time, she dreamed of having a cabin in the woods or mountains where she could be left alone to write. Instead she spent three years studying psychology before realizing that wasn’t for her. She now lives outside of a slightly larger small town in the same corner of her home state with her husband, two children, dog, and cat.

She spends her days interfering in the lives of fictional characters while trying to keep a semblance of a clean house. Often the clean house bit fails. She published her first novel, Duty to Protect, in April of 2014, and with all the characters crowding in her head, there is more to come.

You can find her around the online world at:

Blog: https://fallonbrownwrites.wordpress.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/frbrown906

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Fallon-Brown/110648795680839?ref=bookmarks

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8137139.Fallon_Brown

A romance and a request … #WIPpetWednesday & #ROW80

As most of you know by this point, I am writing a romance novel, and I’m hoping to finish the writing of it today. Because GUEST WHAT!? I finished NaNoWriMo on Monday! w00t! w00t! anyway…I’ve come to a dilemma in this. I usually use one person for beta reading, but well, I’m overtaxing her. My apologies, you know who you are, and so I’m looking for a few new beta’s to give my regular beta a break. I need some peeps who want to read a lesbian romance novel who are okay with a May-December age gap (if you don’t know what that means, it means there’s 31 years between my characters).

If you’re interested in being a beta, please find me on facebook and message me, or send me an email with “beta for MILF” in the subject line (singing2cats@gmail.com). I really need at least 1-2 people who are good and decently quick about it. So please, oh please, help a girl out. Thanks!

I’ll do ROW80 update first.

1. Write 1667 words a day.

Sunday: 6188
Monday: 6843
Tuesday: 7613

2. keep up with all blog posts ROW80, WIPpet, Open When and add in 1 extra post a week

All blog posts have gone up so far this week. I do need to come up with one extra post for this week, but I have a store of topics somewhere on my computer.

3. Edit at least one chapter a week on something.

Did 50 pages on the copy-edit for Mara White last night (plan on doing 50 pgs a day until done)
Did 1 chapter copy-edit for S. K. Hart last night (plan on doing 1 chap a day until done)
Did 1 chapter for PTB last night…will do more when they send me more (thought I’d add this since it was in the other ones)

I’m expecting a new copy edit at the end of this week, so I really need to finish one of the two I already have. *has a lot of work to do in November*

4. crochet one round of border a week

I didn’t do this yet, but thank you so much for yelling at me! Definitely going to try and get it done this week. Maybe now that NaNo is done…=P

Now for WIPpet Wednesday!

It’s hard for me to decide which snippets to give since this really is supposed to be a “super secret” novel, when it’s really not. Everyone knows it’s a lesbian romance by this point, and I’ve given out a few snippets already. I did decide what to name it this week, which I’m exited about. I can stop calling it “the MILFy thing”.

The title, you ask? Why sure, I’ll tell you. The title is…… Memoir in the Making

Which will make sense if you read the book. It’s not a memoir novel at all, thankfully. No one wants to see what goes on in my head.  So here we go. WIPpet Wednesday is where writers share snippets of their writings with a whole bunch of other writers and then we go comment on them! w00t! The only hardfast rule is that your post must in some way relate to the date.

So for this week, I give you 15 sentences from ch 12. the 15 comes from (14 + 1) x 1… the 12 comes from the day.

This probably my favorite scene thus far in the whole novel. No joke.

Ainsley grabbed her jacket from the hook and swung it over her shoulders and arms. She buttoned it up and was just about to tie it, but Meredith stuck her hand out and stopped her. Instead of saying something or letting go like she intended, Meredith kept her hand on Ainsley’s. She rubbed her thumb against the back of Ainsley’s hand, reveling in how soft her skin was.

Everything slowed down. Meredith felt her chest rise and fall with each breath and heard Ainsley’s in response. Her heart thrummed along in her chest, and she licked her lips as they were suddenly dry. Meredith finally raised her gaze and looked at Ainsley, a blush on Ainsley’s cheeks.

“I could get fired for this, you know.”

“I know.”

Meredith’s breathing quickened. She wasn’t quite sure what to say anymore. Words had escaped her for the first time in her long life, and she was at a loss. Ainsley reached up, cupping Meredith’s chin and forcing their faces closer.

“I don’t care,” Meredith murmured before their lips pressed together.

And there you have it folks. If you want to join in, feel free. This is open to all. Just type up your blog post, and link it here.

Remember, if you want to beta read this novel, please oh please let me know. Thanks!

Progress has been made! #ROW80

I’ve been making lots of progress on my writing despite this being the week from hell. I worked 12-15 hour days starting with last week Sunday and going all through Friday. Saturday was luckily only a 6 hour day, but man am I exhausted after that. That doesn’t include any writing time. However, thanks to this awesome thing called daylight savings, I’ve been waking up at the God awful hour of 5am this entire week. Meaning, I spent 2-3 hours writing before chaos hit each morning.

I’ve managed about 6,000 words a day on this novel, and honestly, it was my saving grace this week. If I didn’t have that much writing progress I would feel like I hadn’t done anything this week. It’s crazy how time just disappears, but I’m so glad I used it wisely. Seeing as how I don’t get a weekend this week, I’m rather proud that I’ve made it to another Sunday morning.

For those of you who don’t know, I did end up switch my NaNo novel. I’m writing a romance (mostly because it’s payback for people who said there wasn’t enough romance in my novels, so now I’m going to saturate them with it). I’ve tried writing traditional romance novels before and have always failed because frankly I find them a bit boring. However, for some odd and random and totally unexplainable reason to me, I have not failed at writing this one. In fact, I should be done with the novel some time this week. YAY! But that also means I need to figure out the whole editing thing, what I’m going to write next, and then go with the flow.

I’ve overextended my normal beta. I love her to death, but I can’t keep shoving things in her face otherwise she might break, and I certainly don’t want that happening. So I’ve decided to try and find some new betas. If you’re interested in being a beta on this oh so awesome lesbian romance novel I’m about to complete this week, please let me know in a message or email (singing2cats@gmail.com).

Now…onto the real update.

1. Write 1667 words a day.

Wednesday: 6100
Thursday: 6137
Friday: 5883
Saturday: 6124

If you’re curious:

NaNoWriMo Wordcount: 40063
This Novel that Needs a Name Total Wordcount: 49268

I expect this novel to be about 75,000 words, so I’m very close to finish it, and if I can keep up 6k words a day because of these darned 5am wake up calls, then I can certainly finish it this week.

2. keep up with all blog posts ROW80, WIPpet, Open When and add in 1 extra post a week

I managed all these posts this week! I almost forgot the one for yesterday because I had to preside at a funeral, but I remembered just in the nick of time. I really need to sit down, write a bunch out and schedule them for myself.

3. Edit at least one chapter a week on something.

I did some copy editing earlier this week, but halfway through the week I was just hanging on for dear life, so I didn’t get much done beyond Wednesday.

4. crochet one round of border a week

Not done, again, and why is someone not yelling at me about it?

Open when you’re sick… #openwhen #loveletter

IMG_6680Let me know, baby. Let me know and I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you elbows and special soup, and chicken and dumplings (because that’s your thing not mine). I’ll get you medicine and tuck you in. We’ll watch whatever you want to watch on television.

I want you to feel better. You can sleep in the bed too, let me sleep on the couch because I know you don’t want to get me sick too. I’ll tuck you in and make sure you get all better. You need to feel better, baby, because frankly, you’re no fun when you’re sick. But who is really?
By the way, next time you’re not sick, you need to write down the chicken and dumpling recipe so I actually know how to make it.

Decisions…decisions #ROW80 & #WIPpetWednesday

I’m struggling with decisions today. I don’t know which WIPpet to share with you all. I have two going right now in the writing life, and two going right now in the editing life. And my NaNoWriMo project is supposed to be super secret, so I’m not sure I want to share from it. While I struggle, even longer with this decision since it’s something I’ve been thinking about since YESTERDAY, let me do my ROW80 update.

1. Write 1667 words a day.

So accomplising this…

Sunday: 0 (I had a planned 12 hour work day, and it was Sunday so I chose not to write on it, since then every day has been a 12 hour work day this week, but I’ve managed to get writing in before heading off to the world of never ending tasks).
Monday: 3096
Tuesday: 6110

2. keep up with all blog posts ROW80, WIPpet, Open When and add in 1 extra post a week

So far this week is great! Made up for what I forgot last week, and I’m still on time will all these. Only thing left this week is my Open When post on Saturday, which I’m hoping I won’t forget, but I’m presiding at a funeral that day, so we’ll see.

3. Edit at least one chapter a week on something.

I have two copy-edits going right now and one beta read on stuff that isn’t mine. So I did 50 pgs on copy-edit on Monday (which is about 3 chapters), and one chapter for beta reading this week. I started a chapter of my own edits! But didn’t quite finish them. Also, my publisher just sent back edits on my novel Fallen from Grace, so … I get to start that wonderful journey soon, although I think I’m going to wait until December for that.

4. crochet one round of border a week

Have no done this–someone kick my ass about it please!

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Now onto WIPpet Wednesday, so that means I really need to decide. I guess I’ll share with you all a bit about my NaNo project, since I changed it about two days before NaNo started. I had been planning on writing Grace through Redemption, but just wasn’t feeling it, and it isn’t scheduled for release until like June 2016, so it’s not like I don’t have plenty of time to write it.

I got pissed off. That’s how this project started. I got pissed off with multiple reviewers saying “We realize this isn’t a romance novel but we wanted more romance.” Which in and of itself makes NO sense to me, but whatever. Multiple said it, in a row, and it pissed me off. If it’s not a romance novel, why expect exuberant amounts of romance. Yes, there is romance in it, but it’s nowhere near the main plot and isn’t anywhere close to a focus.

Anyway…I already ranted about it. You can find that post here. So…my super secret NaNo project, you ask? What the hell does it have to do with this rant? It’s a pure/traditional romance novel. I’ve tried to write these in the past, I’ve tried to write romance and have never succeeded in even getting beyond the first chapter. I just got bored with it. For some odd and random and totally unknown to me reason, this novel stuck. I don’t expect it to happen again, and I’m not even sure I’ll publish it. But I’m writing it. And it’s going to be about twice as long as I originally wanted it to be, which means it fit for NaNo. And since I had managed to outline the whole thing in a few hours and couldn’t even manage one chapter of outlining on Grace through Redemption, this became my NaNo novel.

It’s yet unnamed, but I call it the MILFy thing. If it gives you ANY context about what this novel is about. Since it is what I am writing, I supposed I will share a short excerpt from it.

Ummm…not context with this, since it’s still super secret. But it’s two best friends. (PS Sam is a boy just to clarify). 10 sentences from chapter 4. Math is this 5 (1 + 1) = 10 the chapter for, since I can do this easily, is from “14” for the year. By the way, totally just figured out how to make this math more complicated. 11 – 1 = 10 OR 5 x 4 = 20 / 2 = 10 x 1 x 1 x 1 = 10

The phone was pressed to her ear as soon as she was a block away from Ainsley’s house. It rang twice before a groggy voice picked up.

“Hello?”

“Sam! I need tea. Let’s get tea. I really need some tea.”

“Mer? It’s—shit, it’s late.”

“Yes. Can you get tea?”

He groaned into the phone, and she took a left toward their regular coffee stop in anticipation of his attendance. She was about three blocks away when she realized Sam hadn’t said anything for a few minutes.

“Sam? Tea?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m coming.”

“I would hope not,” she teased.

“Har har,” he answered.

And there you have it. A part of my super secret NaNoWriMo novel. If you would like to join in WIPpet Wednesday, we would love to see you! Write up a blog post about your current WIP (Work In Progress) and somehow correlate the excerpt to the date. The post it on your blog, and head on over here to link it up with all the others. Stop by and comment on some people’s posts and they’ll most likely return the favor!

Such a travesty … #WIPpetWednesday & #ROW80

So I haven’t really written since last Saturday–like at all. I’ve been busy with an assembly, with church stuffs and with working my regular job, and just with being plain exhausted. I’m hoping to change the outcome of this since I went to be around ten last night but only the rest of today will tell. I’m tired of being tired.

I also don’t really have any one project to work on. NaNoWriMo starts this coming Saturday, and since I’m clearly nowhere near finishing the project I was working on, I’m debating on what to do. I can easily do NaNo and this project at the same time until I finish it. It would mean writing about 4,000 words a day for awhile, but I could do it.

So what do you think?

4,000 words a day to finish Amya’s Take Out and start my NaNo novel

OR

Just focus on NaNo and come back to Amya’s Take Out

I do want to mention that both my NaNo novel, Grace through Redemption, and this project, Amya’s Take Out are in the same universe, so it’s not like I have that to deal with. One is just more action than the other.

On top of all of this, I have a 50,000 word copy edit sitting in my inbox and another one coming in about 15 days. It’s going to be very interesting to try and keep up with all of this as well as Advent, and I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed about it. Anyway, enough about this. Let me get to the real update.

1. Write 1667 words a day.

I’ve written nothing…

2. keep up with all blog posts ROW80, WIPpet, Open When and add in 1 extra post a week

Did this so far! Extra post this week is a guest post from Ruth Nestvold, and I still have to write my Open When.

3. Edit at least one chapter a week on something.

I did a beta this week for a zombie story, and I did 2 chapters of my own, Unbound, to send to second run beta, and then I did a beta chapter for a friend.

4. crochet one round of border a week

Have not done this…*sigh* I’m really going to get to get on this one if it’s going to be a Christmas project.

ONTO WIPPET!

WIPpet Wednesday is wonderful thing where we get together and share excerpts from out WIP (Work In Progress). The only hard fast rule is that the excerpt has to in some way relate to the date. Then you go and post your excerpt on this linky do thingy here and read the rest of the awesome WIPpets.

My math for today — this is the beginning of Amya’s Take Out and comes from the first short story in it called “Flirtatious Jive”. 10+2 + [(2×4+1) – 9] = 12

So here we go. And much against what I said in my ROW80 update on Sunday, this is a romantic novella and is heavily on the romance side of things. PS This is the project I want to be working on alongside with NaNoWriMo.

Amya’s body buzzed. She hummed as she wandered back home through the streets, vibrating with each step. She sighed when she reached the first corner and leaned against the brick wall. The bar was an entire block away, and Grace…she sighed again…Sheriff’s Deputy Grace Halling was well on her way home. Amya smiled and lifted her hand, fluttering her fingers over her lips.

It was perfect. Well, not perfect, but it was perfect for them. She chuckled and started walking again after pushing off the wall and wrapping her jacket tighter around her waist. It truly was close to a perfect moment. If she closed her eyes, she could see Grace laughing and enjoying herself, the atmosphere of the bar fading into the background. They were drinking, listening to a band that would never make it, and having a grand time while they passed the hours. She smiled again, brushing her hands over her lips one more time, remembering the feel of Grace’s pressed up against hers.

There you have it! See you all next week!

Open when you miss me… #loveletters #openwhen

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It’s very apt that I’m writing this on this particular day. We’ve been married exactly one month today and you are gone for a whole week. I miss you, and I know you miss me. We’ve never had this problem as much now as we did before. Missing you now isn’t like missing you before.

 

You are my whole life, and I don’t want you to ever think otherwise. You need to continue to be the center of my life. So when you miss me, call me. When you miss me, text me. When you miss me, Facetime me. Let me know just how much you miss me because I guarantee I miss you more.

 

When you miss me, remember everything fun about when we’re together. Remember how we cuddle and snuggle on the couch in each other’s arms. Remember how I tried to make you get a job so I could have alone time? That’s nothing compared to this. Being gone for days isn’t like being gone for hours.

 

I miss you, just as much as I’m sure you miss me. We’re too longing hearts, waiting for the other to come back. I never thought we would be as tied together as we are. I’m such an independent person that I thought I could completely go through life without someone else by my side. I truly believed that until I married you. Now…now I’m lost without you. I’m lost when you’re gone. My missing you isn’t simply an ache in my heart, it’s a confusion in my brain. I don’t know where to go when you’re not here.
So think on that, love. Think on that and come back to me soon.

Open when you’re mad at me

I know I’m going to piss you off at some point. God knows I have before, so I definitely will again. I’m hard headed, stubborn, but most importantly, when I knows I piss you off the most is when I’m scared.

 

So ask me if I’m scared, and when I initially say no, let it sink it and ask again a bit later. My fear puts up defenses that make me push you away. My fear is what causes us to argue the most. And I’m not good that letting people see my fears, even you.

 

When you’re mad at me, remember that I do love you. I wouldn’t have joined in the venture of marriage for anyone but you. It’s not going to be easy. We are both really, really stubborn, and not to outdo you, but I’m probably the more stubborn of the two of us.

 

When you’re mad at me, take some time to figure yourself out. And then confront me. Do it gently without anger in your voice and my defenses will be lowered. Do it with kindness in your words and an open mind for what I might say.

 

It’s mostly the little things that anger me, so if I’m mad at you, which is thus causing you to be mad at me, then be patient. I know it’s a virtue for both of us ( that’s sarcasm if you couldn’t read that in there), but do try to be patient with me.
And remember, lastly, when you’re angry with me, I do love you, and I wouldn’t want to be married or on this spectacular journey with anyone else.

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Open when you need to know I’m there for you

I know you’re having a rough time. You always show it in your shoulders. You tense up and don’t move as smoothly as normal. You walk stiffly and don’t talk much. That’s another tell-tale sign. You not talking because you constantly talk to me. You try to seclude yourself, and I’ll let you have some time. But just know, I’m always here.

I’m waiting and listening and biding my time until you’re ready for me. Until you’re ready for me to crawl into the bed with you and wrap my arms around you. Until you’re ready for me to kiss you to make all your fears, worries and doubts go away. I’m always going to be there for you, whether or not I’m in the room.

I’m a text message, a phone call, a Facebook message away.

I’m a breath, a look, a word away.

I’ll do anything you want, anything you need to make you feel better. I’ll do anything necessary to be with even if it means flying across the world. Nothing is beyond the limits.

I’ll hold your hand, I’ll walk with your through life, the thick and thin, I’ll be there with you throughout it all. The good and the bad. I want to be beside you as we go through the ups and downs, as we celebrate our joys and experience our sorrows.

When you need to know I’m there for you, just pick up your phone or look across the room. I’ll be right there.

Open when you need to know I love you…

When you need to know I love you know that I wait for you each day you work or go to school, smiling as soon as I know you’re near and here. Know that I can’t get enough of you each and every day. Know that each night I struggle to sleep if you are not in my bed, that without a goodnight kiss I feel empty and unbalanced.

Know that each day that passes, I feel so lucky and blessed to have God place you in my life. Know that you are now what my life revolves around, even if it doesn’t always seem that way. Know that I have never cared this deeply for another person, that you made all the difference in allowing me to love.

Know that you are the reason I know I will be smiling each and every day, laughing and enjoying everything life has to offer. Know that you are my whole world. Know that when I travel and am gone even for one night, I miss you desperately. Know that even just a text puts a smile on my face, reminding me of just how much you love me.

Know that I love you with my whole heart even if I’m mad, frustrated or sad. Know that my love for you continues to grow each passing second. Know that my love for you surpasses anything I have ever experienced. Know that you are my one and only. Know that I love you so deeply. Know that I love you so much I can’t express it in a cacophony of words. Know that I love every little quirk you have. Know that I love your morning noises. Know that I love your excitement over movies. Know that I love that you love spending time with me, even if it is on separate couches watching television.

Know that I never want to be alone–I always want to be with you. Know that I love that you would do almost anything for me. Know that I love that you stand up for me, I love you so much for this. Know that I love you for making me laugh, for making me smile, for making me enjoy life in a way I never thought was possible.

Know that you are my best friend and know that I will always, always love you.

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These letters are intended for my significant other; however, I thought to share our love with all the world. All couples go through good times and bad, and we need to feel open enough to talk about life’s problems. These “open when” letters are intended to be opened and to be an opening. I plan on giving these letters to my significant other on our first wedding anniversary, September 6, 2015. You will find a letter posted here each week. If you have any suggestions for topics, leave a comment below. I have 52 planned out, one for each week of the year, but love never plays by a timeline.

Cover reveal for Elaine Jeremiah’s Reunion of the Heart #authorcorner

Hello one and all! I’d like to welcome you to Elaine Jeremiah! I’ve known Elaine for almost a year now through a wonderful fancy thing called WIPpet. Well, she’s releasing a novel this month, and we get to see her cover first hand! Here’s what you need to know…

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After a messy breakup with her boyfriend, Anna is feeling fragile. So when her best friend Melissa suggests the two of them go to their school reunion, she’s reluctant as Anna’s school days weren’t her happiest. The evening is going well until she meets the boy who made her school life hell.

But the grown up Will is different and Anna is surprised by the direction her life takes. The reunion sets in motion a series of events that lead Anna to realise things will never be the same again.

More about Elaine….

Elaine Jeremiah has always enjoyed writing, but it’s only in recent years that she’s begun to devote serious time to it. She’s written lots of short stories, one previous novel that will never see the light of day and a novel which has seen the light of day: ‘The Inheritance’ which she published last year. ‘The Inheritance’ is available on Amazon.

You can make contact with Elaine via her blog: elainejeremiah.co.uk and Twitter: @ElaineJeremiah

 

Guest Post with Caddy Rowland #authorcorner

The Frustration of “Gay or LGBT Fiction” Becoming Synonymous with “Romance”

 

By Caddy Rowland

 

 

When I started writing my first series, I didn’t realize until I had written the first three books I had automatically included either gay or lesbian characters in each one. As I sat and thought about it, I came to realize it shouldn’t have surprised me at all. I’ve always had a wide variety of friends. Many have are gay or lesbian. It simply comes natural to me to include people with different gender preferences in my work because I’m surrounding by it in life. Once I knew I had done so, I made a commitment to always have at least one LGBT character in my books. Sometimes they are side characters, while other times they take center stage.

Additionally, although my novels fall into many genres, in the end I’m a writer of drama. My tagline is “novels showcasing the sublime joy and bitter tragedy of being human”. How can I do so if my books only represent one aspect of humanity? Plus, I tend to both read and write dark, angsty, raw stuff. Certainly the struggles and history of LGBT people in most cultures fits the bill.

As I’ve become more aware of LGBT characters in literature, I’m increasingly frustrated with gay fiction being seen by many readers as always sex and romance. Not so. That would be m/m romance, which is much different from gay romance. Gay romance, in turn, is vastly different much of gay fiction. (The subject of m/m romance versus gay romance would be a several thousand word blog. Suffice it to say WOMEN read m/m, not gay men, because it’s written how WOMEN see romance. Gay men are men. I know a hell of a lot of gay men, and only one of them reads m/m—or, come to think of it, gay romance, either). Men are not generally romance readers.

I hate the categories “gay fiction”, “lesbian fiction”, and “LGBT fiction”. They tell the reader zilch. Oh, if only writers of gay fiction would put their books in genre categories that fit the story! After all, we only get two categories on Amazon. Why waste one that tells nothing regarding what the book is about? That’s what keywords and descriptions are for! Readers search by keywords. They type in “gay fiction”, etc so if you use the correct keywords they find you. THEN, only when they are on your page, do they see the categories, assuming they scroll all the way to the bottom. So tell them what the darn thing is about! Thriller, drama, mystery, contemporary, fantasy, horror. They’ve already typed in “gay”. They know that, now they want to know what kind of story you have to tell.

When a story is primarily about gay issues, then the LGBT category (or gay, etc, whatever is offered) makes sense. I have the last two Gastien books listed as gay drama because they are. They are historical and about the struggle and story of being gay in the mid-twentieth century. My current continuing saga is about sex-trafficking. A gay boy shares main character status with a straight girl from late in the first book on through. Gay has nothing to do with the type of story it is, so I didn’t waste a category on saying, “Alert! Someone’s gay!” Readers looking for a gay protagonist will type those words or “gay fiction” in the search and find it anyway.

People are missing out on so many great novels because readers falsely assume gay fiction is all about sex and romance. It’s time to change that. Many writers author gay fiction in other genres. Some may have some graphic sex, some won’t. Some may have a love story as part of the full story. Some won’t. But there are other things happening besides those things!

My first series, The Gastien Series, is a five book series with graphic sex and some violence. Most of the sex is not romantic or turn-on sex. It is sex for power or abusing power. It is sex for validation, mistaking sex for other people accepting you. The series is drama, historical, family saga, psychological and the last book is also a full-fledged, gut-wrenching romance. With an HEA. Or Not. The first three books have either gay or lesbian side characters. The fourth has a gay young man who ends up sharing main character status with the female protagonist halfway through. The fifth book is his story and almost all the characters are gay.

My current continuing saga, There Was a House, is a raw, dark, brutal look at sex-trafficking. It is a psychological thriller, political regarding violence in society, and suspense. It’s also about revenge and redemption. In it, six teenagers are trafficked into prostitution. A gay teen-age boy shares main character status with a straight teen-age girl throughout, starting late in the last book. Although being gay has a lot to do with why he ended up at a whorehouse, and why he’s able to plot a plan of revenge because people tend to only see what they believe to be true about him, “gay” doesn’t tell readers what the story is about.

Take a look at my work, Andrew Ashling, Brandon Shire, Rodney Ross, and Zathyn Priest and you will find gay fiction that is anything but romance (although Shire writes some and is very good at true gay romance). We are by far not the only ones. I’m just beginning to discover the authors of gay fiction. I like to read the same kind of stories I write, and it seems gay fiction is often times the kind of work that makes a reader think and feel.

I’d love to hear from readers about other works of gay fiction that aren’t romances; books that stuck in their minds for months. Feel free to contact me with author names and titles!

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Caddy Rowland is the author of a five book historical family saga called The Gastien Series. This story starts out in nineteenth century France. Gastien is a farm boy with dreams far bigger than a peasant has a right to. He leaves home to become a great artist and lover, but lacks education, money, or contacts. It’s a story about struggle and the quest for power, abuse of power, and the achievement of dreams.

The Gastien Series: Sometimes the “impossible” is possible, but the cost can be extremely high.

She is also the author of a psychological thriller, There Was a House, which is a four novel saga of revenge and redemption. Six teenagers have been sex trafficked and forced to work in a brothel where wealthy men satisfy their most vile sexual urges. The teenagers hang onto hope that one day they will be free, but escape isn’t good enough. Phoenix and Jamie head up a plan for total destruction of the despicable men who use them.

There Was a House Saga: They better be damn good. There will only be one chance.

Caddy grew up with a stack of books that almost reached the ceiling before she was five. Books, along with her vivid imagination, have always been some of her closest friends. 

She lives with her husband, who was her high school sweetheart. They are owned by two parrots. Besides being a writer, she is an artist. One can often find her “makin’ love to the color” (painting) with loud music blaring. However, when writing she prefers silence or classical music, so she can hear the characters telling the story.

Her goal as an author is to make readers laugh, cry, think, and become intimately connected with her main characters. Caddy’s writing style is usually described as raw, gritty, and “real”. Most all of her work is LGBT inclusive. In other words, she strives to make her work reflect humanity as it really is: varied and interesting.

Caddy Rowland: Novels showcasing the sublime joy and bitter tragedy of being human.

 

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House of PleasureEpisode 1 of There Was a House saga, a continuing story of revenge and redemption.

Fueled by rage and disgust, Phoenix runs away from home. The situation there had become unbearable. In fact, things couldn’t get any worse.

But they do. Betrayed in New York by a boy who she thought was a new friend, she finds herself taken prisoner by a low-class pimp. Then, when she thinks she’s on her way to her first seedy trick, Phoenix winds up locked in a limo with no way out. She wakes up in an illegal brothel in New Orleans.

Phoenix vows she will find a way to destroy Antoine, the owner of the brothel. Instead of being Antoine’s prostitute, she’ll become his lover, his confidante, and pretty soon, his manager. And then, when he least suspects it, she’ll bring the entire house down.

She better be damn good.

There will only be one chance.

**Content Warning: This book contains adult themes and scenes that deal with a difficult topic. 

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Gastien has dreams far bigger than a mere peasant has a right to. When he flees the farm for Paris, the late nineteenth century 5.5"X8.5" Post Card Templatebohemian era is in full swing. Color has always called to him, beseeching him to capture it on canvas and show people a new way of seeing things. His father belittled his dream of being an artist and tried to beat him into giving it up. The dream wouldn’t die, but Gastien would have had he not left.

He also yearns to become a great lover. After the years of anguish he has endured at the hand of his father, it would be heaven to feel pleasure instead of pain.

However, the city of Paris has a ruthless agenda. Unless a man has money and connections, Paris unfeelingly crushes dreams and destroys souls. With neither of the required assets, Gastien faces living in alleys, digging in trash bins for food, and sleeping where a man is often killed for his threadbare blanket.

Left with only his dreams, Gastien stubbornly pushes on. He vows that absolutely nothing will stop him, not yet realizing what keeping that vow might mean. Sometimes the “impossible” is possible – but the cost can be extremely high.

This historical fiction novel is book 1 of a 5 book drama/family saga for adults (The Gastien Series). As such, it contains adult themes and graphic scenes. Each book can stand on its own, but is most compelling read in order. 

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