A Birthday Gift for You!

It’s my birthday! *throws confetti*

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To celebrate my 36th birthday, I’m offering 36% off on all of my self-published titles!

Click on the PayHip button below to go to my PayHip storefront, add the books you want to your cart, and enter “BIRTHDAY” when you checkout. There’s no limit on how many books you can use it on and it expires on December 25.

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The What Ifs


Tomorrow is the big release for Equals, the novella I told you about a month ago.  It took longer to finish than I expected.  The feedback I get from my talented team of pre-readers is something I take very seriously.  When they told me they felt like things were missing, I listened.  When they told me tweaks needed to be made, I agreed.  I took their feedback, read through the story again, and made the changes.  Not every single last one–there are always a few suggestions that I know just don’t feel right for the characters–but I thought them all over thoroughly.  And they were right.  Before, I felt like the story was good.  Now, I feel like it’s great.  Well, at least I did.

In the last few weeks as I put on the final touches, polished the document with my editor, and prepared the book for publishing, my confidence began to waver.  When I thought about the July 11 release date, my stomach knotted.  Had I done everything I could to make it a great story? What if I should have fleshed out this scene more? Cut that one?  What if the character motivation wasn’t strong enough? What if it bored the reader to tears?

The questions multiplied. What if it was just regurgitating the same old story? What if I got it all wrong?  What if everyone finds out I don’t have a clue what I’m doing?

Why the hell am I doing this writing thing anyway?

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Self doubt is horrible.  It’s painful and crippling and as the release creeps closer the worse it gets.  In the past, I knew there was a limited audience for short stories.  My releases were small.  I knew the bulk of my readers were friends, people I already know.  There’s more pressure with a novella.  And I’ve set up a blog tour to promote the story and bring in new readers.  I had a blast preparing for it and I think you’ll love the excerpts and interviews.  But it somehow makes this much more “real”.  Cue the anxiety.

The book is done, the advance review copies are in the hands of the bloggers, and there’s nothing to do but wait.  Tomorrow everything starts rolling and all I can do is hang on. I’ll be posting links to the blog tour and of course I’ll have links to where you can buy the book.  I hope you’ll give the book a chance and that you’ll visit the blogs on the tour. What will I be doing? Well, I’ll be swimming through the what ifs and doing my best to make it through to the other side.

All Romance

My books are now available on All Romance!  

 

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It’s been a nice little boost to my sales.  In the three days since I put the books up I’ve sold 27 copies.  Since my average across all sites is 2/day, that was a nice surprise!

Also, if you’ve never checked the site out, you really should.  I found a number of free books available for download, so if you’re like me and your book budget is hurting, check them out.  I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the quality of a lot of them and I’ve definitely gone on to buy additional books from those authors.

New Book – Baby, It’s Cold Inside

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I have a second book available for sale!

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HCZGBHM

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/388912

Blurb: A trip to visit his boyfriend Nate’s parents during the holidays leaves Emerson a nervous wreck. Bad weather and an unfortunate mix-up leads to an awkward first introduction, and as things deteriorate from there, Emerson begins to doubt if their relationship will survive the stressful weekend. Can Emerson get their relationship back on track and impress the Collins family in time to have a Merry Christmas?

Exerpt: Both boys stomped their feet and dusted the snow off as they got themselves situated. Nate dug in his pocket for his keys but Emerson stopped him, wanting one last kiss before he braved meeting the future in-laws. Because no matter how short of a time he had been with Nate, he knew that was what he wanted. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Nate, buy some little house in a neighborhood like this and have a life together with a couple of kids and maybe a dog. Just because he was young and gay didn’t mean he didn’t want the kind of life his parents had together.

They weren’t going to rush things by running off and getting married too soon; they were trying to be practical about it. But Emerson knew what his goal was, and in order to achieve that he had to impress the people he would someday be related to by marriage, and he was scared shitless he’d screw it up. He let go of the handle of his suitcase and set the large shopping bag full of presents down on the cement. “Kiss for luck?”

Nate looked up at him, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “Sure, Em.”

He lowered his own bags down and took Emerson’s face in his hands, his gloves—still lightly dusted with snow from touching the trunk lid—were cold on Emerson’s cheeks, but his lips were warm and soft. “They’re gonna love you, I know it,” Nate said when he drew back.

“I hope so,” Emerson said with a sigh. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like if they didn’t. He kissed Nate again, this time with a little tongue and he felt more than heard Nate chuckle. They were pressed flat against each other—Nate’s hands still cradling his face, and Emerson’s hands on Nate’s hips—when the door opened. The sudden rush of warmth and light into the cold, snowy night made them jerk apart and Emerson’s cheeks flooded with heat. Shit, not the way I wanted to meet the parents, he thought, feeling a rush of disappointment. It wasn’t supposed to go like this at all. 

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I hadn’t originally planned to write something for Christmas, but a picture got my imagination going and before I knew it, I had another story and had finished nothing on my To Do list for Christmas.  Whoops.  Part of the reason was that although although I knew how I wanted the story to begin and end, I wasn’t sure how I wanted to get Emerson and Nathan from one point to the other.  So I wrore and re-wrote and cut sections and moved them around, and re-wrote again and tweaked and adjusted and finally, hit the sweet spot.  There are few feelings in the world better than knowing you have a story right where you want it.  It’s not that there isn’t more editing to be done, or that you won’t go back later and wish you’d changed a few things.  But there’s always a point where it clicks, you know the plot is solid, and you nailed what you were aiming for.  And that moment–fleeting as it is–is one of the reasons why I’m a writer.