Book+Main Bites, anyone?

So, have you heard of this new site called Book+Main Bites? It’s a new website for romance readers and authors, and guess who’s on there.

Yeah, me.

I’ll be honest. I haven’t the foggiest clue what the hell I’m doing on there at this point, but I’ve posted a few things, and it’s okay so far. I mean, not like I need another social media account to keep up on, but hey, it’s out there.

So, if you’d like to give me a follow, then click on the link below. I might have even posted the first part in a new mini Holly Freakin’ Hughes story.



Well, the day is here, everybody.

The One Night to Fall cover reveal.

I am in love with this cover. I am in love with this book. I’m in love with these characters.

Add it to your Goodreads TBR NOW:

Keep reading for an excerpt!


Calling All Book Reviewers!

Calling All Book Reviewers!

Hey, hey guys!

So, if you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, then you know that I have a novella coming out in December.

One Night to Fall is a second chance at a romance between childhood best friends Officer Patrick Kinney and Kinsey McKenna, and if you review books, I want you to be a part of the release. Doesn’t that make you feel special?

First of all, you can add One Night to Fall to your Goodreads TBR now:

Second of all, you can sign up for the promotional goodness!

To sign up for the cover reveal and promotional fun with InkSlinger PR, click below:

To sign up for promotional coverage with Indies Ink, click below:

I hope you’ll join me in celebrating the release of my next book!


One Night to Fall: First Chapter

One Night to Fall: First Chapter


I’ve been teasing the next full-length novel I’ll be releasing, but I’ve kept this little project a pretty well hidden secret (unless, you know, you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, which you should).

One Night to Fall is my first novella, and also the first book that will be in a series of books about a little town called River Canyon. It’s the story about Kinsey McKenna, a 32-year-old deli worker, and Patrick Kinney, also 32-years-old and one of twelve cops in River Canyon. It’s a story of firsts, and second chances.

I also hear it’ll make you feel all the feels, but you know, you can be the judge of that.


You can add One Night to Fall to your Goodreads TBR here:

Dear Lucy

Dear Lucy

Hey Lulu,

So, it’s been two years. Just thinking about the time breaks my heart a little. Okay, let’s be real – it breaks my heart a lot. I mean, two years ago today, it was hard to imagine time continuing at all, let alone two years worth of it, but… Here we are.

But you know, the funny thing about time is that, it really doesn’t make some things easier. It doesn’t make some things hurt any less. Time doesn’t behave as a permanent solution; stitches to the wound. No… Time is nothing more than one of those shitty fabric Band-aids that refuses to stay on in the shower. The little fuckers keep falling off, and I just keep buying more. Maybe one day I’ll remember to pick up the waterproof kind, or maybe I like that it still hurts – some days, a little; other days, a lot. Maybe I like that I always have that nagging reminder of what, who I lost.

My four-legged soulmate.

My Lucy Tucy.

I still remember that day like it was yesterday.

Wait, no, I remember everything leading up to that day. The day I got you. The days you slept in a laundry basket because you were too small to be left on your own. The days you’d get hyper as fuck because I was listening to Hanson. The day you managed to get into the crawlspace. The days I didn’t put you first, and the days I spent regretting it. The days you were there when nobody else was. The days we’d dance together, and the days we’d do nothing but play WoW. The days I was sick and you were there, the days I felt great and you were there, and the days when I couldn’t get myself out of my own head…and you were there.

The day you weren’t yourself.
The day I lived with you in the bathroom, singing to you and telling you the story of us.
And then, the day we said goodbye, and those blessed few moments when I first woke up, and I almost believed everything was okay.

God, Lu, that first year was hell. You don’t even know, or hey, maybe you do, but I’m telling you anyway. It was horrible, that first year. I questioned everything. I drove myself insane. All those miserable nights, all those fake-smile days. Thank God for Keegan, right? Thank God for Ethel, right? Thank God for everything that managed to keep me afloat, right?

This past year was a little different. This past year was a little more about living, wasn’t it? I mean, a lot has changed. Karen had another baby, Ethel’s become a really good friend, and I am obscenely obsessed with Outlander. And that book I was always writing? It’s done, it’s out. That other book? That draft is done, it’s ready to be finished. All those short stories I was writing? They’re on their way. I’m living one of those dreams I always wished you’d be there for, but… I guess you still are. I just wish I could feel you at night.

Anyway, my baby butt, I just wanted to say hi. I wanted to let you know that this day still sucks, will always suck, and I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you. I hope I never stop hearing you, seeing you out of the corner of my eye, and I hope I never stop slipping your name into songs.

I’ll see you later, Lucy. I miss you.

I love you.

You will rest your head, your strength once saving.
And when you wake you will fly away,
holding tight to the legs of all your angels.
Goodbye my love, into your blue, blue eyes,
in your blue, blue world, you and me forever.

-Dave Matthews Band, “Baby Blue”

Usable Songs

Yesterday, I saw John Mayer for the second time this year. Not sure if it’s caught on yet, but I am a massive fan of music, in particular live music. There is nothing that makes me feel more alive than live music. Absolutely nothing.

So, John Mayer is one of my absolute favorites. The guy is, in my opinion, a lyrical and musical genius. The guy writes these songs that force me to play them over and over again, listening intently until a story has been born in my head and I have to write it down. The guy is, for lack of a better word, a muse in my life, brought to me in the form of his songs.

If you haven’t read ENOUGH, then let me tell you right now, it was inspired by his song “Edge of Desire.” It was the first bit of writing that I publicly released, putting it out there despite the fear and self-doubt. It will always hold a special place in my heart, and so will John Mayer for writing the song that made it happen.

Anyway, the first time I had seen Mr. Mayer this year, I had been harassing him for months beforehand, asking him to play “Edge of Desire.” I needed to hear this song live, it having such special meaning to me and all. But as luck would have it, he didn’t play it.

That was fine, though, because shortly after, I bought tickets for another of his shows. This time, I harassed him for months, asking for a completely different song, which he also didn’t play. And you know what? Maybe I should just stop harassing the guy, because he obviously has some issues listening to requests, but that’s not what this post is about. This post is about something else. This post is those “simply meant to be” moments, those “this was no coincidence” moments in life that make you think, “Holy crap,” and make you want to cry.
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Becoming an Aunt: An Excerpt

Today, August 17th, marks the second birthday of my best little buddy, my nephew Keegan. He is the most special little kid I know. The smartest, the funniest, the cutest, the absolute coolest with the most awesome Aunt Steppies a kid could ask for.

Nothing wrong with a little self-flattery every now and then, right?

Anywho, there are a million things I could say about him, my little Bloop Bloop, but I don’t think WordPress has the capacity to handle a post like that. So, instead I thought I would post another excerpt from my current work in progress, Sleeping to Dream. It seemed to be the most fitting to share on this day, and I hope you enjoy.

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