Friday, June 6, 2014

Writing Space

I have to admit, I LOVE seeing other people's writing spaces. There's something almost voyeuristic about it, like we're seeing into their secret worlds, see where the "magic" happens.

In my case, Disarm was written in Salinas, California back in 2012. A lot of it was written in a coffeeshop called The Cherry Bean, but the novelettes were also mostly written in my makeshift office in the sitting area of our bedroom.

I mean, seriously, a folding plastic table!

And here, in the breakfast nook. And no, I don't have two giant iMacs. I just have the one that kept moving around the house depending on my mood.

We had the best view of the mountains behind our house.


Arrest, on the other hand, was written in several different states. Started in California, then as we PCSed out, was written partially in Oklahoma City, Norfolk, and finally finished in Miami.

Here my office is once again just the sitting area in our master bedroom. The problem with this new space is that it's considerably smaller than the one in California (ergo, messier!), and it quickly became too small and confining, even for a shorty like me. I don't even know how I managed to write Surrender with all that glare behind me.

Eye-spy a list of my current and future projects on the board. ;)

So I kicked the kids out of the toy room and made it my new office. It's HUGE, airy, and has a wonderful view of the lake. I can even do some weightlifting in here, it's so large.

Astro, our mini-schnauzer, loves it too.
 
There's a lake outside that window, promise. ;)

I hope you've enjoyed this little look into my life. How about you—do you have a writing space? I'd love to see it!

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

WINNER WINNER, CHICKEN DINNER!

Congratulations, Val Mullenax for winning the Arrest giveaway!



Thank you to all who entered, who shared and got the word out about Arrest. I really do wish you all could have won!

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

RELEASE DAY GIVEAWAY!

To celebrate the release of Arrest, I have created a "thin blue line" necklace especially for Elsie made of crystal beads on a sterling silver chain, with a pendant of St. Michael (patron saint of law enforcement) at the back.




I will be giving away this necklace along with a signed paperback copy of Arrest.


But wait, there's more!

I'm also adding a signed paperback of Disarm as well as a set of Henry's dog tags.



I will announce ONE winner on Wednesday morning. The giveaway is open worldwide. Good luck!

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Sunday, June 1, 2014

TWO DAYS UNTIL ARREST!


You can pre-order your copy here:

Amazon  |  BN  |  Kobo  | iTunes

You can also buy a signed paperback HERE.


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A few other things of note:

• It only NOW just came to my attention that a lot of my previous emails sent to the mailing list bounced, and it apparently had something to do with the return yahoo address I was using. I apologize if you didn't get emails about my previous releases. Fingers crossed that I've fixed the problem.

• If you'd like hints on what's to come, you can take a looksie inside my DISARM/ARREST Pinterest board. But beware, there may or may not be spoilers. ;) 

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The Italian DISARM




I've been notified that there's a bit of confusion when it comes to the Italian translation of DISARM, published by Newton Compton. Hopefully I can shed some light into the matter.

Back in 2012, I wrote a series of six novelettes about Henry and Elsie. After the series was done, I combined the six novelettes to make a full-length novel, titled DISARM, which is the first book in the Disarm Trilogy. The second full-length book is titled ARREST, and the third book is titled SURRENDER.

To summarize:
• DISARM: About Henry and Elsie
• ARREST: Also about Henry and Elsie
• SURRENDER: About Julie Keaton

I hope this clears up any confusion.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

A small addition to Heading East...


*Spoiler Alert! Do not proceed if you have not read Heading East.*

I've seen a few reviews mentioning that the Sabrina issue was left unresolved. Honestly, this came as a bit of a surprise to me because I thought that Sabrina was not that important. She was the embodiment of Kat's insecurity with West, and so when Kat finally found her confidence at her fashion show, Sabrina and all the drama she brought with her faded away. To confront her was to give her more power over Kat's emotions, and I really wanted Kat to progress past that jealous, insecure person she used to be.
However, I failed in making that clear enough. That was my bad. So I added a little more to her conversation with West after her fashion show to clarify the point. I hope the few extra sentences help explain why Sabrina was not heard from again, why Kat never even gave her another thought.
Here's the scene in question:

I fell into him easily, pressing my face into his chest and breathing him in. I wrapped my arms around him and felt the strong thud of his heart against my cheek.
“I missed you,” he said, sliding his hand up my neck and bringing our lips together for a kiss that was hot and needy. “God, I missed you.”
 “Me too.” I looked up at him to let him see the effects of last night on my face.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how soon I could get back,” he said, running his thumb along the hollows under my eyes.
“So you went to Alaska and brought my dad here?” I asked, glancing back towards the screen that separated us from the audience.
“I had to make sure he was here for this day.” He bent down and took my lower lip between his own, sucking it into his mouth gently.
I pulled away. “When you didn’t come home last night, I thought you…”
He cradled my face in his hands and pressed his forehead to mine. “I thought you said you trusted me?”
“I do. At least, I tried.”
“About Sabrina—”
I shook my head. “You know what? It doesn’t matter.”
“I dropped my phone during sound check and she found it. She didn’t give it back until later—”
I raised a finger up to his lips. “I don’t care about Sabrina.” So she’d tried to play on my insecurities to ruin what I had with West but in the end she was the one who lost.
“You mean you’re not going to confront her and kick her ass?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
 I let out a laugh. “The old me would have relished punching her in the throat. But something happened between last night and today. I realized she didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things,” I said. “I wasted so much energy worrying about her, worrying if she’d seduce you, when I should have been concentrating on us.”
“You’re not even the least bit—”
I grabbed the back of his head and rose to my toes, kissing the words right out of his mouth. He slowed and I felt his lips form a smile against mine. “Did you just shut me up with a kiss?”
I laughed. “Maybe,” I said and kissed him again before he could form a reply. 
 
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What do you think?