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Guess what?!?! 






I am excited for several reasons:

1. It's Friday
2. It's March 1st
3. We have a new blog
4. And just because!

To celebrate this grand day, we have made Sweet Oblivion FREE for the time being!! Yes, that's right. Absolutely free. Why? I have no idea. Like I said, JUST BECAUSE! So go pick it up in any ebook format you'd like!! Here are a few links to make it easier: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iTunes

(iTunes already has it as free, but if it's not showing as free for the others yet, it will! Please keep checking OR you can get it free off Smashwords for Kindle and Nook right now -  It's never certain when the retailers will make the update)


Also, please keep in mind - Sweet Oblivion (ebook AND paperback) is available in ALL countries! Which means if you are viewing this from a country outside of the U.S., please search for it using your country's Amazon page! I would include them all but there are just so many!

If you are interested in getting a paperback but want it signed, I'd be happy to arrange that! Just send me an email so we can work it out. Don't forget, we'll be at UtopYACon this year too and will be signing books/swag! =)

Now, for something particularly special, and what I have been most excited about sharing today is - *drum roll please*..........



Ta da!! A special excerpt from Sweet Escape!

If you like it, please let us know! We'd love to hear from you =)

Have a great Friday and start to the new month everyone!


Excerpt from Sweet Escape -

      The cold unyielding manacles cut deeply into my skin as I lay helpless on the floor, desperate to succumb to empty oblivion. From deep within my bones to the very center of my heart I would welcome anything to escape the agony and torment of what befell just hours before.
      There would be no comfort from Calen. No strength, no bond, no…nothing at all. The sense of loss was almost too much to bear. I shivered from the thought, though I could feel beads of sweat pouring down my face. Heavy sweat mixed with tears formed a puddle on the ground next to my powerless and seemingly broken body.

      I knew my face was bleeding somewhere. I could see the blood slowly dripping off my nose into the puddle of sweat and tears. I desperately wanted to shut my eyes off to the world and say a sweet goodbye; to surrender to the unknown abyss of death and be myself no more. 
      After hours of lying helpless on the cold dirt floor, I had finally stopped screaming. My throat was raw and coarse, my lips parched and cracked. I tried to scream one final time, to release the anguish that I felt, but alas, nothing came out. Tears no longer fell, the ducts being cleared out and dried up. I felt empty. Hollow. Alone. 
      Just when I felt my eternal torture would never end, the thought came true when I heard a loud banging noise and the deep dark voice of one that would haunt me forever. I lay very still, hoping he thought I to be asleep…dead…gone from this world forever. I did not care. 

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I realized something recently; I am not a writer. I admit it. I didn’t grow up thinking I would ever be the next big professional writer. I do not pride myself on knowing perfect writing grammar or proper sentence structure, such as where to always put the commas, and I enjoy starting a sentence with the word “And” and “But”.

No, I am not a writer. Yes, I co-published a book, but I am still not a writer.

I am a story-teller. I see stories and scenes in my head playing constantly like a movie stuck on Play. I never thought to write them down or pursue making them anything but what I considered constant daydreaming while listening to music.

But alas, my husband kept pushing me to try. I took one of my ideas and dwelled on it. It developed into what you can read today with the first novel of a series, titled Sweet Oblivion. Does it have perfect grammar? I’m not sure. That isn’t the point. I don’t want my books to be ‘perfect’ (don’t get me wrong, that’d be awesome - but nothing is perfect). I don’t want them to be stiff and proper - I want them to read like the characters are talking to you personally. I want the story to entertain you and to speak to you. To stick with you after you finish the last words. That was my goal and I hope more than anything that is what I have achieved. Please forgive me for lacking in the perfect grammar department. To me, the point of a good book is the story. Some do not agree. For that, I apologize for not fitting the bill.

No, I am not a writer. I am a story-teller. I am an Author.

Please join me and my sister (she’s the writer in the family), as we share our personal thoughts, struggles, battles, joys, and all around journey while we write our very first series. Thank you for reading!



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