Editing

Here's the 411...and a Sale!

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“A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in.”
-Robert Orben

So, last post I told you that I was working on a special project and I am finally ready to tell you more about it! Note: there are spoilers ahead for those of you that haven't read Every Beat, so please proceed at your own risk. I hate when people ruin endings to things that I want to discover on my own, so if you're like me, scroll down until you see Jimmy Fallon hold up a "Safe" sign.

SPOILER ALERT!

 

 

I have written a novella that follows...Gavin! I know we all felt for him when Sadie broke his heart, but everyone deserves a happily ever after. I felt like I owed it to him after Sadie strung him along for so long, especially because he didn't really do anything wrong. He just wasn't "the one." But don't worry, something better is coming down the road for him: -). I'm not exactly sure when it will be available as I'm still ironing out details, but I'm hoping for October. I will keep you posted.

Here's a sneak peak:

Prologue

Pain. That’s all I felt. Although the copious amount of alcohol I had consumed was making it harder to feel. Mission accomplished. Although, now, I thought as I shuffled down the sidewalk and tried not to stumble on the occasional raised brick, that may not have been the smartest idea. I had no idea where the hell I was.

I crossed a street and tried to look up at the sign, but the letters were moving around. A lot. I turned my head left and then right and decided that walking right sounded like the right thing to do. Right was the right thing to do. Ha.

I tried to laugh, but it hurt. Everything hurt.

I continued to stumble down the street when a door appeared on my left. It looked familiar, although I couldn’t figure out why, and there was no way I was going to stay standing if I lifted my head enough to read the sign.

Bells jingled as I opened the door and I cringed as the noise rattled around in my head. I managed to move forward and found a stool at the counter, propping myself up on it. There was a girl behind the counter staring at me. God only knew what she was thinking, but I didn’t care at the moment. I couldn’t really care about anything.

“Coffee, please,” I slurred.

Then I dropped my head on my arms resting on the counter. It felt good to put my head down and close my eyes. It made the spinning stop. But it didn’t make me feel better.

I heard some low murmurings, people were muttering too low for me to understand. I kept my eyes closed and focused on the beat of my heart to pull myself together. The beat of my broken heart. I was surprised it was actually still beating.

“Hey, uh…” The voice was louder than it had been. “Um, I’m really sorry, but we’re closed. You’re going to have to leave.”

Closed? It must be late. Wait, what time was it anyway?

I slowly lifted my head and pried my eyes open to look at her and really saw her for the first time. She had dark red hair that fell just below her shoulders and the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen. No, wait, they were gray. I squinted to try and decide. They were definitely gray. Those blue eyes didn’t belong to me anymore. Maybe they never had.

At that thought, I actually felt my heart break again and I struggled to focus on the girl in front of me, not the one who had just left me. Her gray eyes looked apprehensive…and sympathetic. I must look worse than I thought.

Using the counter for balance, I pushed myself up straighter and looked around.

“Where am I?” I asked.

She took a deep breath. “This is Ellie’s Bakery and Café. In Kensington, Massachusetts,” she added as an afterthought.

Ellie’s? Of all the bakeries in all the world, I had to walk into this one. This one always reminded me of her now, and the snow, and skating, and the last moments of innocence. It would never be just Ellie’s again.

“I shouldn’t be here,” I said quietly to myself. I looked back up at the hypnotizing gray eyes. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you…”

I managed to slide off the stool as its legs screeched against the wooden floor. The door clunked closed behind me as I winced and reached for the nearest lamppost to steady myself back out on the street.

I was a mess. I was worse than a mess, I was a fucking disaster. I guess when your girlfriend, your soul mate, and the love of your life are all one girl and you lose her, you become this.

 

So that's my most exciting news, but in other news, I go back to school in two weeks. I actually don't understand how summer goes by so fast. I wish March would learn how to move like that, it would be great not to spend so long in the blegh weather in a month with NO holidays, meaning no days off from school. If someone figures that out, let me know. I'm also about to start rehearsals for Avenue Q, which I'll be choreographing starting in September. I'm trying to enjoy and soak up as much down time as I can before my life gets crazy again.

I'm currently at my in-law's new house at the beach and loving being on vacation. I'm relaxing, drinking mimosas with my mother and sister-in-law, laying out in the sun, and reading a bunch. I can't usually read and write at the same time, so I'm using this brief reprieve while the novella is being edited to get some reading done. I think I'm currently on my 10th book of the summer, which I have to say I'm pretty proud of. Right now, Jay Crownover owns my soul. The Point boys are pretty great, although the Marked Men will always be my favorite:-).

If you're looking for a new end-of-summer read...Luca would love to spend some time with you, and he's only 99 cents for the next few days!!! Sounds like perfect timing to me ;-). EC Facebook Ad Sale

This Has Almost Nothing To Do With My New Book

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“Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product.”
-Eleanor Roosevelt

Sometimes when people feel sad, they try to make a list of things that make them happy in hopes that it makes them feel better, allowing them to look for the silver lining. Well, a lot of pretty great things have been going on lately, so I just started making a list of things that I love and make me happy because...well, they make me happy. I'd like to share them with you:

1. Ian McKellan-this one isn't really just about him, it's about the entire cast of Disney's live-action Beauty and the Beast. I mean, c'mon, Emma Watson as Belle? Could that casting BE any more perfect? But, back to Ian, his tweet after their read-through was just perfection.

2. Younger- If you are not watching this show on TV Land, what are you doing with your life? Seriously. It is one of the best new shows I have seen in a long time, and that's saying something because I watch a lot of TV. It stars Hilary Duff (yay Lizzie McGuire!), Sutton Foster (yay Broadway star!), and Nico Tortorella (yay cute boy!) and is so subtly funny. To get a job, Liza (Sutton Foster) lies about her age and says she's 26 instead of 40. Kelsey (Hilary Duff) helps her navigate her new job, but it takes Liza a while to understand how just to act like a millennial (speaking in acronyms, using hashtags, debating over JTT vs. Andrew Keegan). Plus dating hot tattoo artist Josh is kinda fun. 10 pm on Tuesdays, do it!

3. Slam Poetry- Oh my gosh, I don't know why I have a sudden obsession with it (or maybe I do...blame it on Colleen Hoover), but I have found some freaking fantastic ones lately. If you're interested, try checking it out: Explaining My Depression to My MotherSomewhere in AmericaFor Teenage Girls, and what started it all-

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4. Humans of New York. If you're not following them on Facebook, you should be. The photographer walks around New York taking pictures of people every day and asks them questions about their lives. You hear love stories that are 50 years old and some that are 2 weeks old. You hear about the couple who take turns following their dreams: one is off being a dancer and the other is painting the front stoop until he can pursue acting again. You hear about the man who has been in the U.S. for five years and he went to Central Park to talk English to someone, but he ended up just sitting on a rock instead. You see the little boy who says his sister isn't old enough to have superpowers yet. You see the teenage boy who credits his high school teacher for changing his life and keeping him off the streets. It is amazing how many great, inspiring, heartbreaking stories are out there.

5. Also, T-Rex short arm jokes and reenactments of The Lion King make me laugh always. Seriously, go Pinterest it!

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For every silver lining, there is a rain cloud, so here are the things that are NOT making me happy:

1. Shonda Rhimes and Grey's Anatomy...I do NOT want to talk about it.

2. All TV shows that kill off/get rid of characters I like...I'm talking to you Vampire Diaries, Chicago PD...and that other show I am NOT talking about.

3. My house is a mess and I don't have enough time to clean!

 

Ok, I guess I should update you on my writing. So many exciting things are happening that I can hardly keep up. Every Choice is going to be released on June 13th which is SO SOON and I'm beyond excited about it! I'm in my final rounds of copy editing so it's getting close. I should have a cover reveal for you shortly ;-).

I am appearing in my first author signing on June 6th in Dayton, Ohio! It's going to be a great time and I can't wait to meet everyone. Check out this link for more details!

To end, here's a little teaser from Every Choice, out June 13th :-P:

I had just pulled my key out and was about to slide it in when his door flung open and an intense Luca charged across to me. He caged me against my door with one arm on either side of my head.

“I told you I could play the game, sweetheart. You ready to surrender?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and tried to ignore how good he smelled. “Not a fucking chance,” I said.

He pressed his body in closer, so it was just a few inches from being fully against mine and I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped. He leaned in and I could feel his lips coming closer. Yes! This was what I had been waiting for. He hadn’t touched me yet, but my body was ready to explode when he did. 

My eyes closed of their own accord as his mouth came closer to mine. I could feel our lips barely brushing as he whispered, “Suit yourself. Game on.”

He pushed himself off and I heard him chuckle as he walked back into his apartment and closed the door.

Content Edit = Complete!

"It is perfectly okay to write garbage—as long as you edit brilliantly."
-C. J. Cherryh

We are closing in on the finish line! I finished my last content edit (where I change or fix actual plot points, word choice, etc.) this afternoon! I'm very excited, I've been working on this for months!

That means that all I have left to do is a final copy edit (where I fix all the silly typos and grammatical errors) before I publish! I've set a goal to have it published by Christmas and it looks like I'll be able to make the deadline.

Editing is a long process and I have several friends that were gracious enough to offer up their time and services to help me. I know it was a lot of work, but I appreciate everything they did...it has definitely helped strengthen my characters and my story.

I am also appreciating that I can listen to Christmas music as I blog because I have to work in quiet to edit and it's helping get me in the holiday spirit. I hope you are getting there, too! And Every Beat should be available just in time to gift to your fellow readers for the holidays:-).

A First Look

"A bee is never as busy as it seems; it just that it can't buzz any slower."
-Kin Hubbard

I feel like my schedule, or maybe just life in general, ebbs and flows with how busy a person is. It is too busy sometimes and not busy enough other times. I can go for weeks with no real plans besides work where I have plenty of time, but then there are weeks where everything seems to happen and there is no time. And it doesn't matter how hard I try not to let it happen...it's like it's inevitable. white Now, I'm back in the "ebb" part of the cycle and finally have time to get back on track. I'm back to working on edits for Every Beat. I am in the middle of the first round of copy edits which means the end is near! I am checking for all those typos that tend to drive me crazy when I read books in an effort not to annoy the wonderful, amazing readers who for some reason decide to buy my book. I will keep you posted when I have a definite release day which should hopefully be in the next month or so!

I'm now up on Goodreads and my wonderful husband made a button for it to go on this page to match the others so everything you need is all in one place. I am incredibly thankful that he knows how to work everything because there's no way I would've been able to do it alone.

417027_10150734457702028_1843042659_nLast, but not least, I did promise a teaser, just a little piece from the beginning of the book that hopefully makes you want to read more ;-).  

   As I started to move along with the music, I felt all the tension release from my body. Dancing had always been my escape, the place I went where no one else could touch me. I was safe, I couldn’t be hurt, not by my mother or boys or…anyone. I was invincible.      I closed my eyes and let the music take me over. I could feel it pumping through my body as if it had become part of my blood. It was crowded, hot, and sticky and I was relishing in it. I put my hands over my head and I could hear Henley giggling next to me. I smiled and, not wanting to witness Jude’s promise to get “handsy,” kept my eyes shut.      I continued dancing, my body pulsing to the rhythm. Henley’s giggles seemed to be getting further away, but I couldn’t make myself care. A bead of sweat slid down my neck when suddenly, I felt a strong body come behind me. It wasn’t unusual for me to dance with a guy, and as long as he had rhythm and kept his hands to himself, it was okay by me.      I could tell he was tall, maybe a little over six feet. His hips moved easily with mine, my back fit perfectly against his chest, which I could tell was made of hard muscle. We continued gently rocking to the music when I felt one of his hands come around to my stomach and hold me flush against him. My eyes flew open, but not because that was usually a move I didn’t allow with an unknown dance partner. It was because I got this rush of heat that ripped through my body like a fire through kindling. My heart beat faster and the spot between my thighs pulsed.      I wanted to turn around, to see this man that elicited such a response from my body unwillingly. “Don’t.”      My body tensed. It was difficult to breathe, to think. It was like I was suffocating, but couldn’t get enough at the same time. His head was titled down to mine, his mouth grazing my ear in a slow, seductive way. “Don’t turn around. Because if you do, you’ll use your eyes to tell you how you feel. If you don’t, you’ll let your body tell you how you feel. You’re safe, I promise.”      Holy fuck. If I had been in a more stable, non-inebriated state of mind, that might have freaked me out. That’s like, something serial killers say. But in that moment, I couldn’t move even if I had wanted to. For some unknown reason, I did feel safe in his arms. I was sure he could feel my heart beating double time, pounding in my chest. The slow fire that had started low in my core was now rushing through my body. I had never felt more alive.      I leaned my head back against his chest as my body burned. He pulled me closer, if that was even possible. We relaxed into each other and just felt the music. His intoxicating scent that I could only describe as man, hot, sweaty, sexy man, engulfed me and everything else faded away.      In what seemed like hours and mere seconds at the same time, my mystery man started to pull away. I felt his hot breath by my ear, his mouth again almost caressing it, and a shiver ran down my spine. I didn’t even know how a shiver was possible in the heat of the club.      In his deep, masculine voice, I heard “Thank you for the dance, pretty girl. You have truly made my evening.”