Monday, February 11, 2019


Title: Chasing Symmetry
Author: Tempeste Blake
Genre: Romantic Mystery
Series: Riley’s Peak
Publish date: May 25, 2016
Publisher: Pocket Acorn Press
Pick it up on AMAZON!

About the Book:


When art professor Bianca James tries to save a dying woman, the grudge-holding chief of police is all too quick to catapult her to the top of the suspect list. As if that isn’t enough, her ex-boyfriend’s younger brother, Finn Tierny, is assigned to the case, and she’s faced with a trilogy of dilemmas: go head to head with the chief, stop a cold-blooded killer on her own, or trust another Tierny.

Finn’s return to Riley’s Peak is bittersweet. He’s flooded with memories, both good and bad, as he battles doubts about being a cop, a cantankerous father, a jealous brother, and a drug dealer with a rap-sheet longer than the list of addicts he’s been supplying.

Threats escalate, the suspect list grows, and it becomes clear—the murderer’s resolve to kill Bianca is almost as strong as Finn’s desire to keep her alive.

Chasing Symmetry 
Chapter One

Someone had been trying for the perfect shade of red—a blend of crimson and cadmium speckled the floor in a careless array.

Bianca envisioned one of her students rushing into the supply room, oblivious to the paint dripping from a hastily sealed container. Understandable that cleaning up wasn’t a first priority. A college student’s life is led by a higher power—hormones.

She moved into the storage room to fish through a bin of rags, squinting in the dim light. All she wanted was a little more light, not a studio renovation. It was an ongoing battle with Chet, the custodian. He’d flicked her a requisition form, his standard rebuttal, and she’d filled it out, twice. If he didn’t change the burned-out bulb tomorrow, there was always Miller’s Hardware.

Back to the mess at hand, she squatted, rag suspended. But upon closer examination, this wasn’t paint. The odor was cloying. Familiar. She followed a trail snaking from under the supply cart, nudged the cart aside, and gasped. 

A woman sat slumped against a stack of canvasses, head lolled back, legs extended like a large doll, arms reaching out in an unsettling symmetry. 

Lifeless eyes frozen in horror. 

Bianca’s gaze slid over the woman’s gray uniform, the splattered blood. Terror built, a scream that wouldn’t come. She scrambled to her feet, lost her footing, and toppled against the shelves. A basket of yarn slammed down, and she clawed through the unraveling skeins, tangling them in her hair. 

Her voice returned in the form of a low keening. 

She had one foot out the door, but a sound, a muted gurgle, drew her back. Moving closer, she placed shaky fingers along the woman’s neck. A pulse—thready, but there. Or was that her own pulse vibrating through her fingertips? Bianca held her breath, checked again. Her heart climbed up her throat and lodged there as she positioned the body for CPR. Please, oh please, help me remember how.

She tilted the woman’s head back and saw the source of all that blood, her right temple. Pressure. Apply pressure. She clamped the rag over the wound, pinched the nostrils to start mouth to mouth, stopped. Hadn’t they changed the rules? What were they now? Compression only? Placing her palms on the woman’s chest, she pushed. Twenty? Thirty? With each compression, her voice cracked in a whispered demand, “Breathe. Breathe. Breathe!” 

In an instant of suspended time, Bianca realized the futility of her efforts, but she couldn’t pull herself away. Again, her fingers reached for the neck. Nothing. Damn it. Nothing!

Her cell. She bolted to her feet, slapped her pockets. Where . . . ? A tendril of ice seized her spine. Something rooted her in place as a thunderclap of self-preservation boomed. 

Whoever did this has a gun. 

A new crop of chills surfaced. Go! The thought propelled her forward, but she had a sense of being dragged backward. 

She spun around. Her cell was on her desk. Across the room, yet miles away. Bianca willed her legs to comply, to move in tandem with her thoughts, but a noise froze her in place. A door opening? Closing? She raced for her phone and dove under the desk. 

“911. What’s your emergency?”

“I need help.” Bianca’s voice was reedy, high-pitched.

“I can’t hear you, hon. You need to speak up.”

Calm down. Steady. She struggled to match the operator’s tone. “I need help.”
“Is this an emergency?”


“Okay, honey. Tell me where you are.”

“Room 108, the Weaver Fine Arts Building at Brookefield College.” Tears welled, spilled down her cheeks. “A woman’s been . . . she’s dead.”

The last word loomed above her in three dimensions, heavy and defined, the way she instructed students to sketch tree trunks and bowls of fruit.

“You’re sure she’s not breathing?”


“Are you alone?”

“I . . . I don’t know.” Bianca opened a drawer, grabbed scissors, and curled back underneath the desk.

“I’m going to stay with you, okay? I won’t hang up until the police get there.” 

Bianca’s eyes fell to her hands, now covered in blood. She scrubbed them over her pants in desperate swipes. A roil of nausea festered through her as she huddled deeper, tried to escape into herself. Her skin crawled. If only she could shed these clothes. And shoes. She toed them off and dropped them into the waste basket with a thud. 

Please visit Tempeste Blake on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter to learn about the FEBRUARY GIVEAWAY.

When Nancy Smith and Cat Trizzino met in an online writers’ group, their individual styles blended to a shared vision. Though they live in different states, Nancy in Michigan, Cat in Maryland, their passion for well-crafted stories makes the physical distance irrelevant. 

Tempeste Blake is the result of their combined voices, an author who writes grab-the-tissue-box, heart-in-your-throat romantic suspense and loves to throw her characters into the deep end to see if they sink or swim.

To participate in this program, visit HERE! We'd love to have you! 
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Monday, February 4, 2019

Romance is in the Air: Welcome, February!

Here comes February, which means the first 31 days of 2019 are behind us. I have been struck with the passage of time, unaware that it was February until I looked at the calendar this morning (oops). 

To me, February is the perfect month to read some lighthearted romance (or some tragic romance stories, if that's your thing). This month, I'll be featuring some of my favorite romance novels/stories and authors in honor of Valentine's Day. It seems as if Valentine's creeps up on me every year - I'm never ready for it, having just recovered from the Christmas rush (my Christmas cards are still hanging on the wall, guys). This year, I was blessed enough to finally give birth to my first baby, Lacey Esther, on January 20th! It was an incredible experience to bring our beautiful little girl into the world, and the past two weeks have been a whirlwind of newborn love, cuddles, and sleep deprivation. It's been such a blessing to become a mother, and perhaps my favorite part of motherhood is watching my husband become a father. Is there anything more wonderful than entering parenthood with a partner whom you love with your whole heart? 

I'm entering 2019 tired but excited. Sleep-deprived but loved. I'm currently working on a romance novel and the next book in the Resurrection Series. It's a process, juggling a vocal newborn and two manuscripts, but I'm determined! You can expect more content from me as the weeks move forward, and I'll keep you posted on my upcoming novels here on Writing Belle, as well as on Instagram and Twitter! 


Monday, January 7, 2019

Happy New Year! The 2019 Author Program Begins NOW!

Happy New Year, everyone! The holiday season flew by way too fast, in my opinion, but I'm ready to start 2019 out right. I will be taking a brief hiatus from Writing Belle to take care of my newborn (she's due any day!) and recover myself, but I will be starting a new author program in February! 

Last year's 2018 Author Promotion Program was perhaps the most successful I've ever had. I featured a new author/editor/artist every single week, and I was flooded with requests! This year, I'd like to feature as many new faces as I can, as well. You can be a writer, a blogger, an artist, an editor, a literary agent, a publicist, a screenwriter, a graphic designer - anybody who contributes in any way to the art of storytelling. 

My 2019 Author Program is FREE. You get to be featured on my website, and I get to have some really fun content for my readers. It's a win-win for everyone! 

To sign up, simply email me at: 

OR use the Google Form below.  

Here are some guidelines and ideas! 

  • I don't feature erotic fiction. I love romance novels, but nothing too graphic, please. 
  • I am specifically interested in survival or adventure fiction in any genre. I absolutely LOVE a good military thriller or a military romance. 
  • I also love books about animals - so books about dogs, etc., will always have a place at Writing Belle. 
  • I'd love to feature more graphic fiction this year - so graphic novels or comics are going to be something I'm searching for, as well. 
  • Non-fiction is something I don't see terribly often here at Writing Belle, so if you've written a memoir or a non-fiction writing guide, etc., let me know! I'm always interested! 
  • If you contact me directly via email, you'll get a quicker response from me, since it takes me a bit of time to sift through my Google Form and contact all submissions! 
  • I will be on hiatus until February (as far as blogging is concerned), so if you contact me now and don't get a response immediately, don't worry! I WILL get back to you! 

Don't hesitate to reach out and request a feature! I am ALWAYS looking for new content! Keep in mind, as well, that even if you've written, say, a horror novel or a holiday-themed novel, I will book you for October/November/December in advance. Don't think that because your book may not be "in season" right now that I won't feature it. I am ALWAYS looking ahead! 

Good luck and have a Happy New Year! I can't WAIT to meet everyone in 2019 and feature your amazing work! 

Saturday, December 29, 2018


Author: Ellen Mansoor Collier
Genre: Historical Cozy Mystery
Series: A Jazz Age Mystery #5
Publish date: 12/18/2018
Pick it up: HERE ON KINDLE!

About the Book:

When young Galveston Gazette society reporter Jazz Cross hears rumors of grave robbers at the Broadway Cemetery, she and photographer Nathan Blaine investigate, hoping to land a scoop. The newshawks witness meetings held by clandestine gangs, and enlist her beau, Prohibition Agent James Burton, to help capture the elusive gangsters red-handed.

Meanwhile, the supernatural craze takes Galveston by storm, and Jazz is assigned to profile the society set’s favorite fortune teller, Madame Farushka.  Sightings of a ghost bride haunting the Hotel Galvez intrigue Jazz, who sets up a Ouija board reading and séance with the spiritualist. Did the bride-to-be drown herself—or was she murdered?
Luckily, Sammy Cook, her black-sheep half-brother, has escaped the Downtown Gang and now works at the Hollywood Dinner Club, a swanky nightclub owned by rival Beach Gang leaders. During a booze bust, Downtown Gang leader Johnny Jack Nounes is caught and Jazz  worries: will Sammy be forced to testify against his former boss? 

Worse, when a mystery man turns up dead, Sammy is framed for murder and Jazz must find the real killer and clear Sammy’s name. As turf wars between rival gangs rage on, Jazz relies on her wits and moxie to solve both murders before the Downtown Gang exacts its revenge. 

Catch up on the first 4 books of the series HERE.
Special Excerpt, 
Courtesy of the Author

The plump gypsy woman caressed my hand, studying my palm as if it held the map to Lafitte’s pirate treasure, rumored to be lost in Galveston Bay. Madame Farushka certainly looked the part in her colorful scarf, flowing hair, a fringed shawl wrapped over her peasant blouse and skirt. Was she an actress or a clairvoyant or a fake?

Flickering candles dotted the dimly-lit room, strands of sparkling beads and crystals criss-crossed the windows, the scent of sandalwood floated from an Egyptian bronze incense burner. A crystal ball gleamed in the center of the table, beckoning like a jewel from King Tut’s tomb.
The fortune-teller cleared her throat. “You face a lot of struggles as a working woman, with many challenges ahead.”
I bit my tongue to keep from blurting out: So what else is new? Every dame I knew had problems.
“I see a lot of changes in your life,” the seer chanted, gazing into the crystal ball.  “Upheaval, uprooting.” She closed her eyes, swaying from side to side. Suddenly her dark eyes flew open and she looked up in alarm. “Someone close to you is in danger. Are you married?” Her kohl-rimmed gaze bore into my skull, as if reading my mind, daring me to reveal my secrets.  Wouldn’t she already know them if she truly was clairvoyant?
I shifted in her silk slipper chair, tapping my fingers. “No, why?”
“A loved one then, perhaps a sweetheart or a family member. A young man. He’s in grave danger.” Madame Farushka gripped my hand, her voice a hoarse gasp. I tried not to be fazed by her theatrics, but I admit I was worried.
“What kind of danger?”
She peered into the crystal ball. “Terrible danger. Life or death.”
“Can you be more specific?”
“I’m sorry, but that’s all I foresee.”
OK, so now I was curious.  “What does the man look like?”
She stroked her temples, rings of gold bracelets jingling on her arms. “He’s tall, handsome, young...with a dangerous occupation.”
That described my two favorite fellas: my fair-haired Prohibition agent beau, James Burton and Sammy Cook, my black-sheep half-brother. Sammy served as maître d’ of the Hollywood Dinner Club, the swankiest spot on the Gulf Coast.
“Is he blond or dark?”
The seer shook her head. “I’m sorry. I lost the vision.”
In other words, my dollar was all used up.
What a load of hogwash. Sadly their risky jobs always put Sammy and James  in danger. This phony-baloney hadn’t told me anything new.
“Is that all?” I stood up, annoyed that I’d wasted a whole dollar on ten minutes of trivia.
“You’ll have to come back for a second reading.” She held out her palm, fishing for a tip. When I gave her a nickel, she scowled, as disappointed as I was. Now I wondered: Was she a fortune-teller or a fortune-hunter?
About the Author 

Ellen Mansoor Collier is a Houston-based freelance writer and editor whose articles and essays have been published in several national magazines. She's interviewed Suze Orman, Nancy Brinker and many unsung heroines and heroes for various publications including: FAMILY CIRCLE, BIOGRAPHY, MODERN BRIDE, FIRST, GLAMOUR, COSMOPOLITAN, COUNTRY ACCENTS, NATION'S BUSINESS, PLAYGIRL, etc. Several of her short stories, both mystery and romance, have appeared in WOMAN'S WORLD. Set during Prohibition in 1920s Galveston, her Jazz Age mystery series was inspired by real-life gangs and historic events, but the plot and details were changed to protect the guilty—as well as the author.

Formerly Collier has worked as a magazine editor, a substitute teacher, a community newspaper reporter and in advertising/marketing as well as public relations. During college, she once worked as the world's worst cocktail waitress, against her mother's wishes. She graduated from the University of Texas at Austin with a degree in Magazine Journalism, and served as president of WICI (Women in Communications, Inc.) and as an editor on UTmost, the UT Magazine, her senior year. FLAPPERS, FLASKS AND FOUL PLAY is the first novel in her Jazz Age mystery series, followed by BATHING BEAUTIES, BOOZE AND BULLETS, GOLD DIGGERS, GAMBLERS AND GUNS, VAMPS, VILLAINS AND VAUDEVILLE and DECO DAMES, DEMON RUM AND DEATH.

"After a “gangster tour” in Chicago where we visited Al Capone’s old stomping grounds, I found out Galveston had its own share of turf wars between rival gangs and bootleggers. I had no idea this sleepy beach town had such a wild and colorful past, and became fascinated by the legends and stories of the 1920s."

Author Links 

Monday, December 17, 2018


Here's a post that I can't believe I'm writing, because it means that the end of 2018 is already here! How can that be? How has the year gone by so quickly? I suppose that, for me at least, it has something to do with being busy, busy, busy. Running to and fro and cooking a bun in my oven has kept me on my toes this year, and it seems as if half the year was lost in a blur as I was dealing with severe morning sickness (it seriously lasted 24/7) until my seventh month! (It was the worst, guys, but I'll supposedly have a cute little prize at the end of the this journey, and I am adequately prepared for it, judging by the endless piles of outfits and bows in my nursery!)

Today's posting signifies not just the end of 2018, but the end of an incredibly busy and epic author program! From January to December, I have featured a new author or creative mind almost every single week (excluding holidays!). WOW. Sign-ups for the program were off the charts, and I'll be starting a new 2019 author program for next year, too! I'm already booked through March, so if you'd like to get on Writing Belle starting in April, HIT ME UP. Seriously. DO IT. NOW. Working with and featuring other writers is one of my all-time favorite things to do. EVER. Don't be shy! 

So what's next for me? Now that 2018 is coming to a close (Christmas is right around the corner, and I'm nowhere near prepared!), what will 2019 hold for Writing Belle, for my book series, for Cassidy Hart, for Summer Lane, and for all the rest? Allow me to shed some light on the subject! 

When is the next Resurrection book coming out? 
I typically release Cassidy Hart books every six months, in June and January. This year, due to my pregnancy, I released the third installment of the series in December. I am still going to do my best to get the 4th installment out next summer, although I'll have a newborn to keep me busy, too! 

The 2019 Author Program? 
Yes! It's happening! I'm already booked all the way through March 2019, so like I said above, I'm looking for authors/editors/artists/bloggers to feature starting in April. Remember that you have to sign up NOW to get a spot LATER. I love books, guest posts, how-to articles, crafty step--by-steps, and people who just like to chat about writing and storytelling in general. 2018 was a phenomenal year for Writing Belle in terms of author interaction and readership, so I plan on keeping that ship sailing right along into the next year! 

Any other books in the works? 
I would love, love, love to  be able to get a romance novel out in the spring. Lord willing and the creek don't rise, I'll be releasing a lovey-dovey book for women, and I'm not going to put a release date on it yet because I simply have no idea how long it will take me to adjust to being a mommy! I will say this: the book will be contemporary, and it will be set on the California Central Coast, with a focus on the San Luis Obispo area. I will be releasing the book with a pen name, Ellen Brandt. 

When will the 2019 Author Program actually begin? 
The program will actually kick off in February. I am not officially coming back to work until March, but I'll be able to do some blogging from my postpartum perch (I have cleverly made sure that I have an epic, cushy couch in my babe's nursery).

What else is new (or will be new)?
Okay, so my wish is for Writing Belle and Writing Belle Publishing to continue as normal! I will be unavailable for the duration of Christmas all the way through January, but urgent inquiries will be redirected if necessary.  

I want to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and a lovely and magical holiday season! May your New Year be bright, and remember to spend time with the people in your life whom you love and cherish! I will be popping back online to share a New Year post with you at the beginning of January, and then I won't be back until after my baby is born - very exciting! Wish me luck, guys...I'm going to need it. Labor and delivery are not something that I'm looking forward to, and although women have been doing it for thousands of's different when it's YOU! *wink* I would appreciate kind thoughts and prayers. 

Merry Christmas! 

All maternity photos were taken by Breanna Miller at Golden Poppy Photography. Her work is beautiful, and she's located here in the Central Valley of California. Check out her website here to learn more about her!

Friday, December 7, 2018


Title: Resurrection: Sign of Six
Series: Resurrection Series #3
Author: Summer Lane
Release: Get it NOW on Amazon and Barnes & Noble


The third installment in the hit survival series, following the adventures of Cassidy Hart!

There are many words used to describe Cassidy Hart:
President. General. Sniper. Soldier.
Now, just one word echoes through her head: Infected.
Cassidy Hart has been infected with a nanovirus that turns her own body against itself. As civil war with the technologically advanced Eastern Coalition and President Ayad begins to escalate, the need for more advanced weaponry and reinforcements arise.

When the United Kingdom makes Cassidy and the Western Republic an offer they can’t refuse, they board a plane to London to forge an alliance with the first known surviving European country they have truly communicated with since Omega’s defeat. Unknowingly, leaving their home turf may be more dangerous than they think…

Uriah True and Chris Young – two men whom Cassidy cares deeply for – will be pitted against each other in the most unimaginable way.

While Omega may be gone, loyalty to the cause remains. Yet a new, more dangerous enemy arises. An enemy who promises to reshape the known world. Omega was nothing. He will be everything.
Look for his sign. The sign of the sixth. 
Heed his promise:
The end of the world was only the beginning. The worst is yet to come.
Even Cassidy Hart may not survive this time…or will she?

From Summer Lane, the #1 bestselling author of more than 20 hit books.

To celebrate the release of Sign of Six, enter on the Rafflecopter form below to win a gift box stuffed with Christmas goodies from TARGET, including a free and autographed copy of RUNNING WITH WOLVES, by Summer Lane. (International giveaway option: gift card to Starbucks or Amazon)

And don't forget: The Collapse Series digital boxed sets launches on MONDAY (December 10th). Get the entire original Collapse Series for just $1 per book!! 

Monday, December 3, 2018

DECK THE HALLS: A Holiday Anthology That Benefits The World Literacy Foundation

Title: Happy Holidays: Anthology of Short Stories 
Genre: Holiday Collection 
Benefits: The World Literacy Foundation 
Get it now: On Amazon!


The Happy Holidays Anthology is a collection of fourteen fun, funny or fulfilling short stories from all over the world. 
This anthology has been created for the reader who is caught up in the stress of the holiday season, providing stories that you can dip into at the end of a tiring day or perhaps while planning who will spend what day with which part of the family.
Fourteen authors each created a story especially for this anthology – with stern instructions to provide stories that entertain. This is all in support of World Literacy, so when you read this book you can feel good about supporting a worthy cause whilst having a chuckle!
Special Excerpt, 
Courtesy of Laura Baird, 
one of the contributing authors of 
Happy Holidays 

“Who’s that, mom?” Molly whispered.
“That’s Mary Anne,” her mother softly answered. “She’s the resident I’m worried about.”
“Are we going to go visit with her?”
“We certainly are. Let’s go see if we can talk her into joining us at the party in the common room.”
Molly nodded as she walked with her mom to the woman’s door. Angelica tapped on the doorframe and spoke gently, trying to get her attention. “Hello, Mary Anne, it’s Angelica. I was wondering if my daughter, Molly and I could come in and visit with you.” When she didn’t answer, Molly’s mom took the initiative to enter, walking to Mary Anne’s side. Dollop wiggled in her arms as if ready to run loose, but her mom kept the dog secure, quietly shushing her while stroking her ears.
While her mom kept talking, trying to encourage Mary Anne to join everyone, Molly took a moment to look around the woman’s room. It felt cozy and smelled like roses. There were a few pictures on the wall and small figurines on a table. A bookcase sat near the window, piled with what Molly thought looked like old books. One in particular caught her attention due to its vibrant green cover and an old fashioned picture of four ladies on the front.  It was “Little Women” by Louisa M. Alcott. Molly smiled, remembering the movie she and Joelle had just watched the night before, enjoying the story.
Just as she took a step closer to the books, Molly halted when Dollop let out a whine.
“I’m so sorry,” Angelica started. “I think I better get this little one outside for a moment.  Mary Anne, would you like to walk with us?”
“No, thank you, dear,” the woman answered, barely being heard.
“Okay. How about if Molly stayed and kept you company for a moment?”
Molly whipped her head around to look at her mom, suddenly nervous at the thought of being alone with a stranger. But her mom gave her a wink and a reassuring rub on the back. “I’ll just be a few moments.” Obviously her mom thought it’d be okay, so Molly felt certain she’d be fine. She just wasn’t sure what she should do, being more on the shy side; unlike Joelle, who could talk to just about anyone.
Molly watched her mom walk out the door before turning to look at Mary Anne who continued to silently rock in her chair. Looking closer at the woman, she took in her features of pure white hair nearly curled tight on her head. Delicate glasses rested on her small face. She was dressed nicely in brown slacks and a cream sweater along with brown loafers on her feet. Her pale hands were crossed in her lap, and Molly could see a simple gold band on her left hand.
As the silence drew out, Molly felt the need to say something. “You must like to read,” she started softly. “Your books are pretty.” She instantly cringed, wondering if Mary Anne would think she sounded silly for calling the books pretty. “Are those your favorites? They must be if you keep them. My sister, Joelle, and I just watched the movie “Little Women” last night. It’s a good story.”
“Movies are nothing compared to the book,” Mary Anne answered; her words soft, not unkind. She then turned to look at Molly, bright blue eyes shining behind her glasses. “I’ve read every one of those books many times over, and every time I find something new to appreciate in them”
“Really?” Molly asked in wonder. She couldn’t imagine reading the same book more than once. She’d never read anything that interested her enough to read twice, seeing as she could barely get through her reading assignments in school.
Mary Anne nodded. “Why don’t you open that book and see for yourself?” A smile transformed her face, making her eyes light up even more.
“O-Okay,” Molly said. She reached for the green book just the woman offered her to sit in the chair opposite of her. Molly took a seat and ran her hands over the cover, feeling the texture of the ridges and impressions. She then opened it, light swiping her fingers across the aging pages. She turned to the first chapter, and began reading aloud. “Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents,” grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
After reading several paragraphs, Molly looked up to see Mary Anne smiling at her, which instantly made her smile in return. She returned to reading, unaware that her mother had been standing in the doorway. Angelica also smiled before walking away, knowing that all was well.
About the Author 
Wife, mother, former U. S. Army, and dental hygienist, I can now add published author to the list. I’m slowly transitioning out of hygiene, hoping to make writing a full-time endeavor. After writing for many years, my publishing dreams came true in August of 2017 with the release of my debut contemporary romance, “Keyed Up”. Since then, I’ve had the fortune to work with several publishers, and as of June 4th, my eighth title will release.
I write in a variety of romance subgenres: contemporary, comedy, and erotic, with stories containing suspense and small-town romance in the works. I’m constantly learning, loving the journey, and all the amazing people I’m meeting. A voracious reader myself, I strive to put out stories I can be proud of and enjoyed by many.
I grew up on the East Coast and now reside on the West Coast, having lived in FL, GA, SC, MA, ID, and WA. Hubby and I hope to fill our passports with stamps from Scotland and Fiji, to name a few destinations. In the meantime, we’ll enjoy the beauty of the PNW.

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