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Tuesday Teaser – Finding Hope

I’m not sure how long I ran for. Or how many times I hid behind the trees from some nearby shadow or called out to the birds, but the feeling of dread and death came back the instant my feet met the pavement.

“You again.” I stood atop an empty and dark waveless sea of tarred gravel. The main street led in two directions. Neither of which I wanted to take. My feet remained firmly planted in the narrow space between shoulder and road, unwilling to move. With a long stare over my shoulder, I watched the woods and wondered if I could survive the winter amongst the trees. If they would protect me until spring. But my recent refuge dimmed before my eyes, turning sinister and threatening. Something from within watched and waited.

“Have you forsaken me already?” I asked the forest. My answer came in a swift and chilly breeze, pushing me forward onto the highway, pushing me away.

So I began to walk again. My legs took me to the west, away from the hills that harbored the Ark. Away from everyone I knew. And that’s the way I wanted it.

- Finding Hope – Book 3 of the Find Me Series, Coming Soon

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Chapter 1
Lost in thought, Abe ran a loving hand over Ariana’s swelling belly, then grinned
when she stirred from sleep and blinked lazily up at him. Wrapping his mind
around that – not only had she been his wife for over three months, but was
also carrying his child – was too much of a dream come true, one he never wanted
to wake up from.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Cambridge. It’s fifteen after one.”
Nuzzling closer to him, Ariana yawned and let her eyes drift shut. “Five more
minutes.”
He snickered against her hair and then kissed her forehead. “Take all the
time you need, baby, but I have a feeling Becky and Janie will—”
Quick and persistent tapping on the chamber door cut off his words and had him
rolling his eyes in irritation.
“—knock on the door soon,” he finished through a clenched jaw, his mood swiftly
turning sour at the lack of private time the island’s residents allowed him to
have with his wife. “I can kill them, you know. Nobody will find their
bodies. I swear it. Did I ever tell you that I’m a shark whisperer?”
Ariana giggled as she pushed against his body, and when he tried to grab her, she
threw a pillow in his face and scrambled out of bed.
He fell back to his own pillow, defeated. “We are going on vacation. No cell
phones. No knocks on the door—unless it’s room service—and, best of all, no
distractions.”
Laughing as she opened the door, Ariana greeted her friends with a hug and took the
coffee Janie held out with a sigh and a gracious smile. “I love both of
you so much.”
Abe huffed as he glared at them. “You just saw them yesterday. And you don’t
need that caffeine; it’s bad for the baby.”
Ariana took a long sip and winced as the heat bit her tongue. “The only thing
that’s bad for the baby is my blood pressure going up when his or her father
fusses over me too much.”
Abe blanched, and started to throw back the comforter to go to her, but thought
better of it once he caught sight of Becky and Janie looking at him. Unlike
Ariana, he hadn’t dressed after making love the night before.
He exhaled in relief as he studied the growing smirk on his wife’s face. She was
the only one who could, quite literally, drop him to his knees with only a few
words. He kept waiting for the spell she had him under to wear off, but with
each day that passed, he had only grown more mesmerized by her charm.
Abe raised an eyebrow. “Come here, devil woman.”
“Abe,” Becky said, laughing. “There’s no time—er… take all the time you need,
Your Highness,” she said quickly, when his mouth flattened into a thin
line and his teal eyes locked on her, daring her to say one… more… word.
He would burn that damn clinic to the ground before he would allow anyone to take
even one more minute with her away from him. She already worked too many hours
as it was. It had started out being only five, but then had swiftly moved up to
six, then seven. He had drawn a line at eight, but, more times than not, Ariana
stayed at the clinic up to ten hours, even against his wishes and constant
phone calls.
He tore his piercing eyes away from Becky and they softened as he met Ariana’s
smile.
She set the cup down and crawled up on the mattress and into his awaiting arms. She
stared into his eyes as her fingers brushed back the hair hanging over his
ears, reminding him it was time for a trim. That would take all of fifteen
minutes, so what would he do with the other four-hundred-sixty-five minutes she
would be out of his sight?
He had some ass-chewing to do, that’s what, and he was going to do that first.
“I’ll be back before you know it, Abe,” she said sweetly, almost convincingly,
but he knew better; she’d been telling him that every day since she’d started
working, and it had never, ever been true.
Even though he knew arguing would get him absolutely nowhere, he still pleaded his
case. “Stay here,” he whispered. “Take the day off. I could use
a little healing myself.” He grinned devilishly.
The only answer he got was a small smile and a long kiss. Abe wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her across his body, rolling with her until she was lying
on her back and he was looking down at her beautiful face.
He knew she wouldn’t concede to his wishes today, but that wouldn’t stop him from
trying. He had faith that one day she would.
“Sunset, Ariana. Please. I have something I want to show you.”
She laughed. “I just bet you do.”
He tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear and softly kissed her lips.
Lingering a breath away, he spoke so only she could hear. “It’s sort of
important and special. It’s been in the works for several years, but it’s almost
complete now. I didn’t want to mention it until Roger said you could see it. He
sent me a text last night, but you were too exhausted after work, so I didn’t
say anything. I don’t think I can keep from telling you what it is until your
next day off, so please don’t overwork yourself today, and try to get out of
there by eight.” He paused for a moment. “And eat light for supper;
I’m taking you out afterward.”
Ariana’s eyes narrowed to thin slits, but there was amusement in them that she couldn’t
hide behind her fake anger. “You know how much I hate surprises.”
Abe knew she could have searched his thoughts in one instant, so he quickly rifled
through his memory for the lyrics of Mary Had A Little Lamb, just in case.
Mindreading was one witchy trait that
could be both a blessing and a curse, but thankfully Ariana tried not to use it
too often. For that, he was grateful. It was bad enough that he couldn’t keep
his hands off his wife for more than five minutes. Keeping his thoughts off her
would be downright impossible.
He kissed her quick and moved away, so she could get up and ready for work. The quicker
she left, the quicker he could let out his aggression on someone who couldn’t
paralyze his vocal chords. “You’ll like this one. I promise it won’t
embarrass you.”
“Can we come?” Janie asked, the petite girl nearly jumping up and down at
hearing about something new and exciting on the island.
Abe chuckled. “Yeah, you can come. Bring someone, if you like,” he said,
knowing that Janie had been spending quite a bit of time lately with Ryan from
maintenance, and would more than likely want to bring him along. It was killing
Lance to see her with the guy, but since he had been the one who let her go,
there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot he could do about it but mope.
“Who else is going?” Becky asked with a sneer.
Abe shrugged nonchalantly, but he knew she was inquiring whether Will, his brother,
was going to be there, and possibly be with Katrista, the girl who had flown to
the island on the back of a minion from Hell under the orders of Apollyon, the
demon who damn near took Ariana away from him in more than one way.
Just thinking about that night made him want to wrap Ariana in the tight cocoon of
his arms and never let her out of his sight, but that had been almost three
months ago, and they hadn’t seen or heard from the guy since his descent back
into Hell. Gloria, their personal guardian angel, was checking in on a regular
basis, but she hadn’t sensed any evil hanging around the island, either. It was
still a struggle to relax, but Abe knew how Ariana hated to be smothered, so he
forced his worry from his features, for her.
“I’m not sure, Becky, but if you think I’m going to tell my brother he can’t go just
because you’ll be there, then you don’t know me very well.” He ignored the
hurt look in her eyes and slapped Ariana’s butt when she crawled over him to
get out of bed. He chuckled when she yelped.
After hearing the shower come on, he looked back to the two girls standing in the
middle of his bedroom. “Would the two of you mind leaving? I’m about to go
shower with my wife, and Ariana threw my boxers across the room last night.”
He smiled as the two girls immediately avoided eye contact, their faces turning a
bright shade of pink in embarrassment at being in the same room with their
naked king.
“Go on. Ariana will call you when she’s ready to leave. I can’t promise you’ll be
on time for work, so you may want to leave without her.” He stopped and
huffed when they only stood there with sullen expressions. “What? She
isn’t yours; she’s mine. Go!”
Tripping over their feet, both girls turned and ran for the door.
With a smile on his face, Abe threw back the cover and jogged to the bathroom. He
could only see the top of Ariana’s wet head, leaned back into the steamy shower
spray, eyes closed as she basked in the warmth of the water. He tiptoed around
the tiled wall that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom, and had
her in his arms before she even opened her eyes.
Ariana smiled as he touched his lips to hers, and Abe noticed that he couldn’t fit his
body flush to hers any longer, not with his young growing so rapidly within her
womb.
He ran one hand over the soft skin of her belly and pulled her mouth to his with
his other by the nape of her neck. A low moan escaped her mouth and he drank in
the ecstasy like a wino who had just found a forgotten bottle of
eighty-year-old wine in the cellar.
She gasped for air when he released her mouth to devour her neck and that little
spot below her ear she loved for him to kiss.
“Abe,” she panted. “I’m going to be late for work.”
An approving growl rumbled from his chest as her hands slid down to his hips.
“Damn right, you are. I told Becky and Janie to go on without you, that
you would be there when you damn well got there.”
She laughed against his mouth when he claimed ownership once again. “You are
such a king.”
Lowering his head to explore more of what she had to offer him, he looked from one
tempting mound to the other, and finally decided to take the left rosy nub
between his lips and softly massage the other with his hand. Decisions,
decisions. It was a tough job being a man in love. He often thought he needed
at least one extra mouth. Wondering vaguely whether Ariana might be able to
witch it on his body, somewhere, he focused on the task in hand.
Ariana’s lips parted, and he smiled when a rush of pleasurable sounds echoed off the
walls of the bathroom.
With his other hand free, he ran his long fingers over the cheek of her ass, down
the back of her thigh and pulled her right knee up to his hip. He wasn’t
worried about her getting off balance and falling. He had her. He had all of
her.
His head jerked up and he crushed his mouth on hers just as he slid through the
soft folds of her sex and into his most favorite place to be.
His jaw clamped shut and his hand shot out to brace them against the shower wall
when her muscles tightened around his erection.
“Yeeees!” The cry escaped her throat and her nails clawed the skin on his back, but he
pumped into her, keeping a steady rhythm and watching her expression as the
orgasm threatened to rip through her body. “Abe…” she said, winded,
and grabbed his biceps, squeezing the thick muscles and making him grin,
“I—I need…”
“I know, baby. Just let it go.” He jerked his hand from the wall, pulling her
other leg up, and just like a pro, she hooked her ankles at the small of his back
and took all of him. His knees damn near buckled.
Aiming to get his own release by the time Ariana’s climax was over, Abe growled and
quickened his strides. Her body quaked all around him. He was almost there. He
was there.
“Take my vein,” Ariana whispered.
Pulling a bit back from the rush, he blinked the water out of his eyes and looked down
at her in confusion. Sure enough, her head was tilted to the side and her wet
hair was moved away, baring her neck and that throbbing vein to him. He jerked
his head away, trying to ignore the instant bloodlust and the anger that was
quickly boiling up inside him.
“No,” he said shortly.
“Abe, please. You need it. I want you to.”
He stopped moving inside her and set her feet on the wet tile. Grabbing a towel
from the hook on the wall, he threw it around his waist, tying it extra tight,
so just maybe it would cut off the circulation in his erection and deflate the
damn thing.
“Abe! Where are you going?”
“Not
now, Ariana.” He threw open the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom,
and wasn’t a bit surprised to hear she had followed.
“What did I do? I don’t understand why you’re acting this way. Talk to me, damn
you!” she shouted when he only stood at his closet and shoved hanger after
hanger to the right. Hell, he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for.
He stopped and let his arm fall, but didn’t turn around. “You know how I feel
about using you as a meeker while you’re pregnant. We’ve had this discussion
before, Ariana. Hell, we’ve even fought about it a few times, but you don’t
seem to understand or maybe you just don’t care; I don’t know—”
“You think that I don’t care about my child?” she said, and Abe turned around,
the muscles in his jaw doing the same workout they did every time their
conversation led to him feeding from her. “How can you even say
that?” she snapped. “If I felt, in any way, that you taking the
amount of blood from me that you need would hurt the baby, I wouldn’t ask you
to do it.” She pointed to her chest, and fury burned throughout Abe’s bones.
“I know it won’t hurt the baby—”
“But I don’t!” he roared, causing her to flinch. He shook his head and reached
into the closet, grabbing a random shirt and a pair of jeans. When he looked
back at her, he was a little calmer, but not much. “I don’t know what is
good or what is bad for the baby, Ariana, but I can’t imagine taking anything
from you that the baby needs could ever be a good thing. I won’t do it.”
He ripped the towel away, and to his delight, either the terrycloth or his pissy
mood had done the job, because Mr. Happy wasn’t so happy anymore. Without
wasting time going to the dresser for boxers, he just shoved one leg at a time
in the jeans then buttoned and zipped the fly. After throwing the shirt over
his head and pushing his arms through the armholes, Abe finally made his way to
the dresser to grab socks.
“Abe,” Ariana whispered, but he didn’t look at her. He couldn’t look at her when he
was this mad, especially when it was her that he was mad at. “Abe, look at
me. I have to go to work, and I don’t want to leave you upset.” He still
didn’t say anything.
Abe put his socks on and located his boots by the bar. Tying the sons of bitches
wasn’t going to happen with his hands shaking so badly, so he just shoved his
feet in, grabbed his keys from the bar and headed for the door.
“Abe! Where are you going? The sun is out!”
“Go to work, Ariana. I’ll see you later.”
He jerked open the door, then slammed it shut behind him.

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“Make Rape Legal” Say…WHAT?!

There are human beings that don’t deserve to share the oxygen of our planet with the rest of us.

This ‘man’ right here, is one such example.

As quoted from Rachel Witkin’s article (in reaction to blogger Roosh V’s, ‘How To Stop Rape’):

“If rape becomes legal under my proposal, a girl will protect her body in the same manner that she protects her purse and smartphone. If rape becomes legal, a girl will not enter an impaired state of mind where she can’t resist being dragged off to a bedroom with a man who she is unsure of—she’ll scream, yell, or kick at his attempt while bystanders are still around. If rape becomes legal, she will never be unchaperoned with a man she doesn’t want to sleep with. After several months of advertising this law throughout the land, rape would be virtually eliminated on the first day it is applied.

Without daddy government to protect her, a girl would absolutely not enter a private room with a man she doesn’t know or trust unless she is absolutely sure she is ready to sleep with him. Consent is now achieved when she passes underneath the room’s door frame, because she knows that that man can legally do anything he wants to her when it comes to sex. Bad encounters are sure to occur, but these can be learning experiences for the poorly trained woman so she can better identify in the future the type of good man who will treat her like the delicate flower that she believes she is. After only one such sour experience, she will actually want to get fully acquainted with a man for longer than two hours—perhaps even demanding to meet his parents—instead of letting a beer chug prevent her from making the correct decisions to protect her body.”

Rachel Witkin shared the above quote from misogynist ‘Roosh V’ who she names as ‘Roosh Vorek’ and brings to light a sensitive and important issue: rape. What is rape, and who exactly is responsible? Well, to most of us, that answer would be a no-brainer – the abuser, right? Not so, says Roosh V.

This is my author page. Why post this here? Because there’s no point in arguing with pure stupid by commenting under the original blog. It would be the equivalent of smashing my face against a wall. And I like my nose, so would rather not see it broken. I have so many issues with this man’s thinking. The first and most obvious being that he seems to be speaking of only ONE kind of rape as bothersome to him – date rape – and how it’s not the rapist’s fault at all, but the woman’s. What about children that are raped, women that are pulled off the sidewalk on their way home from work and raped in an alley, women that are raped in their own beds by someone who broke into their home or (yes, this does happen) by their own boyfriends or husbands, young girls who are raped by their ‘friends’, gay men that are raped, what about men who are raped by women? Or…or…or…I could go on forever. There are MULTIPLE kinds of rape. But rape is still rape.

In his rant, Roosh V compares the responsibility of a drunk woman causing an accident to a drunk woman being raped. This is ludicrous. If an intoxicated person gets behind the wheel of their car and drives, they are in ‘charge’ of their actions and the consequences. If an intoxicated woman passes out in a man’s apartment or at a party, she’s responsible for the hangover, not what an outsider chooses to do to her without her consent.

Roosh V seems to think that if a woman enters private property, she has forfeit the rights to her safety – to her own body, for that matter – to the closest man in the vicinity looking for sex. He wants to see rape that occurs on private property legalized. Because his thoughts are that the moment a woman steps out of public, or crosses the threshold of a man’s front door, that her body belongs to him to use as he sees fit. As if the act of violently sexually assaulting someone is any different on a bed, or in a park.

What. A. Douchecanoe.

This guy’s arguments are so beyond one-sided and ignorant, I can only come to two conclusions: he has a rapist mentality himself, or he truly has no brains, like…zero intelligence. However, since on Roosh V’s site he claims to have a degree in microbiology, I guess we can rule out the uneducated part. I wonder how the University of Maryland feels about this particular graduate? I doubt it’s pride.

Anyway, I digress. Yes, women AND men have the responsibility to take care of themselves in social situations, and do their part by not putting themselves in avoidable danger, but that NEVER gives another the permission nor the right, to abuse, molest, torture and shame someone. What Roosh V is doing by sprouting what some could call ‘hate’ for women via his blogging platform is undermining every legitimate rape case out there – from incest rape to gang rape, from date rate to stranger rape, and taking the blame away from the perpetrator and resting it solely on the abused.

What the actual f**k is this madness?

When someone says “NO”, or is not physically, emotionally, or mentally able to say “YES”, it’s sexual assault. Which leads me to why I wrote this post. While there surely are women with questionable judgement out there, there are also men with questionable morals. Regardless of what situation she might end up in, no woman would say before she goes out, ‘Tonight I want to have fun! And if I get drunk or someone drugs me then brutally rapes me, it’s not their fault, it’s mine!’ Bull. Shit.

I write about rape (date rape to be specific) in my Station series. No, this is not a plug for my books. This hits a nerve. I’m a rape survivor myself, the 1 in 3 statistic, and I can tell you this much, I didn’t ask for it, nor did I ‘put’ myself in a position to deserve it. I wrote about it in ‘Dying to Forget’ as a form of therapy for myself, but also for the teens/adults out there who have been through situations that changed them forever. We aren’t victims, we are survivors. We are fighters. We are people with rights. Young girls AND young boys need to be taught that all rape is a crime, no matter who the abuser is, and that rape is never deserved. Because what Roosh V doesn’t seem to understand, is that sexual encounters do not always occur between two people in a long-term committed relationship. Men aren’t the only ones who are ‘allowed’ to have one-night stands, or casual sexual encounters. Women are allowed consensual sexual gratification, just like men, and should be able to decide who they want to share intimacy with and who they don’t, without the fear of slut-shaming or being raped. A point worth mentioning, that Roosh V totally avoids, is that rapists come in all shapes and sizes and pedigrees. Are the “seedy” and “deranged men” that Roosh V mentions in his post different from a young college man that rapes his girlfriend because she passed out after one too many drinks, then allows his friends to take advantage of her too? I don’t know about you, but that still seems like ‘rape’ to me. When I was in college, I invited a guy friend over to watch a movie. During that movie, we kissed. I didn’t want to have sex with him, so when he got a bit too grabby, I asked him to leave. We had very different ideas of how that evening would go. But per Roosh V’s suggestion, because this was private property, and I invited this man into my home, he had every right to rape me if he’d wanted to. Wow.

And dudes, FYI, it’s actually normal for women to change their minds. Especially if our inner ‘Red Flag Warning System’ gets set off. In fact, we change our minds a lot. Get used to it.

I can’t believe there are people like this blogger in the world. I can’t. And if I was in a room with this ‘man’ when he opened his mouth and said such things, my feminine ‘delicacies’ would unleash a whole can of whoop-ass. Because what Roosh V and his supporters are saying is not only wrong, but immoral and inhumane. And this guy admits to having a sister, whom he doesn’t want to see get raped! I don’t want to trample on his freedom of speech rights, I want to trample on his crotch in a pair of 5 inch stilettos. Granted, I’m not a violent person by nature, but when someone attacks and insults the entire female sex in such an abhorrent and public way, and claims that rape should be made legal (which, hello, is an incredibly DANGEROUS thing to do) it brings out my inner bitch. Women have a right to drink, a right to say NO, and a right to change their mind, regardless of where they are when they do so. Public or private property. Location has nothing to do with rape, Mr. V. And a true gentleman won’t take advantage of a woman who is not sober and able to consent to sexual activity.

Just like girls and women, boys and men need to learn how to be safe and smart. We are taught this (hopefully) by our parents. We can’t take what is ours just because we ‘want’ it. We learn as kids (again, hopefully) that giving is just as important as receiving if not more so, and when it comes to sex, we learn over time that there are rules to wooing a potential bed mate or a long-term partner, and rape is not an option.

Figuring out the rights and wrongs about sex can be intimidating or even scary for teens and young adults. But guys, come on, it’s really rather simple: put your penis only where it’s actually invited.

Thank you, Rachel, for bringing this topic to light. And ‘high five’ to all the other feminists out there, be them male or female, who don’t want to see more Roosh V’s out there, spreading such vile suggestions to our youth. Let us raise our kids to be accepting, kind and compassionate individuals, not monsters.

eBook Pirating…Gone Mad?

*clears throat…taps mic* Do I have the floor? Alrighty then. Let’s start, shall we?

This post is a direct result of the moronic move on behalf of the git that decided to upload ‘Lost and Found’ to a questionable eBook file sharing site (no, this title is not free to share in such a way ANYWHERE online) and then didn’t have the brains to get my author name correct, though my name is clearly on the book cover image they listed, rather, they posted ‘Lee Child’ as the author, and ‘Transworld’ as the publisher. Let’s all take a nice long giggle at that, before I move on…ready? No? Still laughing? Okay…calm yourself now. This really is a serious matter. *shoves chocolate in mouth*

LF DMCA

Surprise!! I am not Lee Child (say whaaaat??), and I’ve no doubt he knows nothing of my existence though I’m sure he’s a lovely guy. But ‘Lost and Found’, the second book of the Find Me series, is most definitely mine. Um, I know this, because I wrote it, not Lee Child. And Transworld – um, that’s another nope. From what I can gather, it is a UK based publishing division of Random House. They probably haven’t heard of me either. *GASP* I published this book myself. *DOUBLE GASP* Book pirates – just a note – If you are going to pass off an eBook file to someone else, without the author’s consent, can you at least get their name and publishing info right on the page? I mean, it’s the least you can do. You’ve gone through the effort to upload the file or image already. Might as well go alllll the way.

It seems that I’m getting more and more email alerts about my files ending up all OVER the internet. eBook pirating has gone mad, people, MAD. I am all for sharing my freebies, loves. That’s why they are free. I want you to tell your friends and them to tell their family…however, I only want my titles listed on sites I deem appropriate for distribution. This isn’t only for my protection, but yours, as well. I don’t want someone downloading what they think is a free file of one of my books from some random site run from someone’s basement , then uploading a virus to their computer. Or worse, a phishing scam. Not to mention the fact that I have two free books – no one has to ‘steal’ from me. And that’s what file sharing for ‘Lost and Found’ would be. It’s not free on Amazon or B&N. So unless you got a copy from me directly, or those two places, you could be getting the file from somewhere shady. Just, you know, FYI.

Please be respectful to the people who write, format, design, edit, and publish books. We WANT them to be read, but we also have bills to pay, just like everyone else, and we also have a reputation to build in the writing world. Be part of the solution, not the problem, by getting your eBooks from reputable places. Support your favorite authors by legitimately buying their books, or borrowing them from valid lending programs (Amazon’s KU program, for example). My books are not in each of these programs, but there are many others which are. And if you are a rabid fan of mine (which, I don’t know, I guess could happen…*cue crickets singing along to the Misery soundtrack*) and truly can’t afford to continue on with one of my series after reading the first for free, send me a PM and I’d love to shoot you over a book or two. Why? Because I want you to read them. I know I already said that, but it’s true. It really is.

I love writing and sharing my writing with you. Honestly, I do. Which is why I don’t bash in my computer and throw in the towel when I find things like this online – however – with that being said, it still bothers me to see that someone, anyone, took the time to share a file that didn’t belong to them, online in a place it shouldn’t be. It’s about respect, lovely people. Respect. Please treat your eBook files with the respect the authors deserve, so they continue to publish more works for you to read. Or you know, buy a library card, I guess?

Much love to those who legally download books. I appreciate you. I want to hug you. Kiss you, even. Together, united, we can stand up and support the ever evolving digital world of books! Because in the end, we all love to read.

Now, I’m off to shove more chocolate in my mouth (don’t judge, it’s just been one of those days), while writing more DMCA notices (!@#$%^&*), while doing laundry and packing the kids up for an errand. *double winky face*

Happy Hump Day!

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Thursday Teaser!

It’d be nice to say that looting the older buildings got easier over time, but that would be a lie. Every structure we set foot in held secrets, but the ones old enough to tell the tales of my great-grandparents were the ones that truly scared the shit out of me. For starters, I always expected the ceiling to give out and collapse on top of me, or a sinkhole to open up beneath my feet, but the most unnerving and unpredictable part was always the dead. There was no telling when they would appear, or if they would at all. And some were angry, angry souls.

- FINDING HOPE, COMING SOON

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Meet ‘Jin’

I love new characters. They have a point to each story – be it a fleeting one or a complex one – and the new side character in FINDING HOPE is a cool one. But since I wrote him, I’m a bit biased.

Anyway, here is an intro scene with ‘Jin’, inspiration taken from Jang Dong Gun, where I found the image below on Pinterest. No, it’s not mine. You can run over to my Find Me Series inspiration board to see more of him. *double wink*

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His voice, still calm and exotic, spoke flatly, “You are not well.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“You were not fine outside. You were dying.”

I flattened my back against the wall, struggling to breathe in deeply. Once my lungs were fully inflated again, I pulled the zipper up on my coat, stopping just below my chin. “You brought me here. Why?”

“Like I said. You were dying.”

“So, you’re the last good Samaritan left in the world? I don’t believe in those anymore. You should have left me.”

He stood and looked at me sideways, and I braced against the wall expecting his approach. But instead, he spoke, “Perhaps.”

My head, heavy and hurting, couldn’t take the simple process of having a conversation with a stranger. “Don’t…don’t come near me. I’ll…hurt you. I said, I’m leaving.” My hand felt along the wooden planks that lined the interior of the room until they found the latch on the door. With a sharp tug, it opened. I watched the man named Jin tuck each hand into his pockets and nod at me.

“Go quickly then. The air is cold.”

“No shit, Captain Obvious,” I snapped.

I spun around quickly to avoid him, pushing myself off the wall and out the door into a dark, cloudless night. The first breath of evening felt coated in frost, and the coughing fit that followed brought me down to one knee. It was there, struggling against the wooden deck to suck in the frozen air, that I realized the man had not lied to me. And he wasn’t crazy. We were, in fact, in the trees.

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And Now…Sleep

FINALLY. Yes, F-I-N-A-L-L-Y.

The first draft of the third Find Me book is done. On account of bouncing around a lot in the plot, and using a new writing software program (Scrivener), editing is going to be rough, I tell ya. But, I’ve made it!

My Muse owes me some solid nights of sleep, that’s for sure. And maybe some wine. I do have wine. I even managed to get it ready in the fridge. But for now, sleep. Preferably a FULL six hours of it.

Riley, you had a roller coaster ride in this book. This is a story I can’t wait for your readers to experience. Now…go away until tomorrow and let me sleep.