I haven't blogged in a bit. Sorry about that. It's been kind of crazy around here with the blog tour and everything, but I want to keep you caught up on what I've got going on. So here it is . . .
At the moment, I am currently working on two different projects. First and foremost, let me address a question that I've been asked a few times now.
YES!!! There WILL be a SEQUEL to DISSIDENCE!
That's one of the projects I have going at the moment. More on that to come ;)
The other is a stand alone contemporary romance. It's entitled
FIGHT OR FLIGHT. Due to some of the more sensitive issues it touches on, I feel more comfortable referring to this particular work as New Adult rather than Young Adult. It's the story of Emerson and Jay and follows them coming together, overcoming trauma, and learning to survive. There are several teasers posted on my
FB page, including these:
Teaser 1:
“Can’t I help you?”
“No.” He didn’t even bother opening his eyes to answer her. They’d already had this argument more than once, and he was just too damn tired to rehash it again now.
“Why not? You could obviously use some help.”
“Because.”
“I’m not a child, Jay. You’re gonna need a better reason than that.”
“Because you won’t make it here.”
“Why not? You live here.”
“That’s what you’re not getting, Em. No one lives here. You either survive here, or you die here. But, no one lives here. So, why don’t you just go on back home?”
“I’d rather die here.”
She said it without hesitation, and with so much conviction that it stole his breath away."
Teaser 2:
"One day he’d show her exactly who he saw when he looked at her. One day he’d make sure she saw it too. But for today, he would just hold her close and keep loving her enough for the both of them."
Teaser 3:
"Em was white as a sheet and clinging to the cheap porcelain sink like it was her last lifeline. The terror in her eyes forced Jay to choke back the anger threatening to consume him. More than anything he wanted to chase that son of a bitch down and squeeze the life out of him just for putting that look in her eyes, but she needed him now and she was already frightened enough.
“Hey. Em, it’s all right.” He inched into the bathroom slowly, knowing full well they were working with a ticking clock, but not wanting to spook her.
“Whe—where is h—he?” Her voice shook as badly as her body.
Jay shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from wrapping his arms around her. That probably wouldn’t have gone over so well just then. “Gone. He left. I think he’s calling the police, but we gotta go. Now.”
“He’s . . . He’s gonna find me. He said he’d find me. He said he’d find me and he’d—”
Her gaze drifted inward and he knew he was losing her. “Stop. Em, look at me.” No response. “Em!” Her eyes snapped to his with renewed fear and he silently cursed himself for startling her. “Listen to me, okay? I’m not going to let anything happen to you, all right? I’m getting you out of here. Right now. I just need your help, okay?”
She nodded silently and he could practically see her heart slamming against her ribs. She was more terrified than he could ever remember being in his entire life. After prying her hands from the cold porcelain he took her hand in his and coaxed her toward the door. She took a few hesitant steps before her right leg gave out."
Something else in the works is
DEVOTION, the next novella in the TEMPTATION series. This one is finished... Mostly. Hopefully, I will have more news about a release date soon :) Until then, enjoy these teasers:
Teaser 1:
A conversation between Mel and her mom:
"Pulling out my cell, I sent her a quick text, ‘School was fine. I’m going to get some HW done now. C ya later.’
She must have been waiting for my message because in less time than it took me to open my math book, my phone chirped her reply, ‘Great, honey. Is Lucas there?’
Ever since she’d noticed we were spending time together again, she hadn’t stopped asking about him.
‘Yeah. We’re going to do our HW together and then get some dinner.’
‘Sounds good. You two are being careful, right hon?’ She also hadn’t stopped asking that.
I’d already heard three different versions of the birds and the bees, and if I was about to get a fourth, via text message, with Lucas sitting right across the table . . . Cripesaloni, shoot me now!
‘Yes mom. HW usually isn’t dangerous, but I promise to look both ways before crossing any math problems. Love u. Ttyl."
Teaser 2:
"When the ding alerted me that it was time to move on
to stage two of what was probably the most epic endeavor I had ever attempted
in a kitchen, I pulled the bacon from the microwave, while simultaneously
reaching for the pan. Bad idea. The pan was about four inches closer than I’d
expected, so instead of grabbing hold of the handle, my hand slammed right onto
the hot metal surface.
“Son of a mother’s, brother’s, sister’s, uncle’s,
puppy’s, kitten’s, mouse! Bah!” I jumped from foot to foot, trying to shake
away the searing pain in my hand.
Lucas watched my display from the kitchen table, an
amused grin plastered to his otherwise perfect face. “And the cheese stands
alone?”
Ha-freaking-ha. He was a regular old comedian.
“Forget the cheese; get me an icepack, would ya?”
“Here, let me see that.”
Lucas took my hands in his, and gently pried my
fingers away from the injury. An angry red burn ran the full length of my pinky
finger. Lifting my hand to within millimeters of his mouth, he blew lightly on
the scorched skin before softly pressing his lips to it. I hissed like some
kind of demented cat in anticipation of the pain that any contact with the area
would unavoidably cause, but it never came.
In fact, the blistering pain that had been there
only moments earlier was also gone. I glanced down at the unmarred skin of my
pinky finger and then back up at Lucas’ smiling face. He had literally kissed
it better. There were some definite advantages to having an angel for a
boyfriend."
