Book signings are a big thing in the indie publishing world. A chance to meet readers and network with other authors. I have two signings on my calendar *squeals*
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I have always been upfront about the struggles I went through. I'm not one to shy away from talking about it because we need to discuss the things that make us. I lost my dad back in 2009. I was in a horrible place. I stopped caring about school, I couldn't cope to the extent that I began to suffer Insomnia and Depression. My dad was my person. A close friend of mine told me about To Write Love On Her Arms, that organization (back in MySpace days) was one thing that helped me realize I needed help. ******* In March, I reached out to a few close friends of mine in hopes of publishing an anthology. Just Breathe Anthology was born. Each author was given a choice in a mental illness or mental disorder that they wanted to write about. Abuse, Addiction, Anxiety, Depression, Eating Disorders, Erotomania, Grief, Insomnia, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Mandela Effect, Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD), Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Self-harm, Split Personality, and Suicide. The cover won't be revealed until sometime late September. Release is scheduled for October 15, 2018. GR link: http://bit.ly/JustBreatheGR Vote for Just Breathe on October's Most Anticipated Reads list ****** From Ashes to Ashes, and dusk to dusk, there are those that Cocoon themselves in the Little Lies they tell. When the Wreckage keeps them Awake at night, they see the Sickness In The Sunrise. When their minds run through the Unbearable and Forbidden Sorrows. Until one day they find the thing that keeps them Grounded. All while others feel the Hostile Takeover of their lives. The constant Loops and The Rows of Tattered Pieces and fragments that plague them. Sometimes those can’t be Purged, driving them to the Edge of Madness. **All proceeds from the anthology will benefit To Write Love on Her Arms. TWLOHA is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for people struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury, and suicide**  Little Lies is my story.
I chose self-harm. Blurb: No one knows the lies I tell. I tell them so well even to myself. One swipe of the blade across my skin and I feel alive, I can finally breathe. I don't need it, I can stop anytime I chose. See I told another little lie. The When The Dark Wins anthology will be coming down in August 2018. What does this mean?
/ Whew! This past week has been an insane ride for me. I took off a weekend so I could go hang out with a few friends at SaSS18. I had a blast but now I feel like I'll be behind... for..ev..er (yes I said that in my Sandlot voice).
I am currently working on a few new projects: Surreptitious, a small anthology piece, a secret book and a book in a completely different genre...Paranormal!
I know that my step into paranormal will not be for everyone. I will continue to write the angsty, mafia romance and romantic suspense so don't worry. I'm going to give you a tiny excerpt from Surreptitious!! Website Exclusive Excerpt: Shutting off the music, I walk out and run into Mateo. “Shower?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow. Nodding, he follows me inside. I turn on the water and watch as he strips out of his clothes. I shouldn’t do this. It won’t matter to me but he seems too invested. I stand under the stream of hot water and lather my body, while he watches transfixed. “Knees,” I command. Dropping to his knees in front of me, he takes my cock in his hand. I don’t mind when someone sucks my dick. I don’t allow for them to be in charge, I have a need to control everything. Stroking me, he leans forward and takes me into his mouth. Grunting, I move my hips forward hitting the back of his throat. Gagging, he moves back enough to breathe and goes back for more. Mateo knows I love the sound of him gagging so I know he does it just to encourage me to be rougher. Gripping the back of his head, I don’t look down at him. I want to pretend it’s someone else. I drive in over and over not giving him time to catch a breath. It doesn’t take long before I come into his mouth. Mateo is glaring at me over my need to be brutal with him. One final look at him and I rinse away what evidence is left on me of my release. Add it to your TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40104674-surreptitious “Stop. Don’t touch me.” |
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