Can’t believe I did this…

I never thought the day would come when I’d use the term, ‘No shit, Sherlock,’ in a book. But I did. And it fits. Here’s a snippet for you, unedited of course…enjoy!

“Shit, Drake! Were you aiming straight for it?!”

His head felt unnaturally heavy, weighted down like an anchor was attached to the back of his neck, pulling him underwater into the void. Yet, he heard Keel bitching from beside him, and that kept him from fully drowning in the darkness. Drake’s breaths were long and deep, and with each heave of the chest, his chin moved, making his head sway back and forth. It was an uncomfortable way to breathe, so Drake forced his eyes open and lifted a hand to his face, straining the muscles in his neck until they worked again. When he was fully upright, the first thing he saw was the ejected airbag. Part of it rested just on top of his thighs, and looked as if it had been vomited from the steering wheel into his lap. A fine splatter of blood drops covered one side of the material, and Drake felt along his left temple, where the throbbing that echoed inside his brain seemed to start from. All five fingers came back wet with blood.

“What happened?” he asked his hand.

“You went straight at the fucker, that’s what happened, you ass!” Keel yelled.

Drake turned his neck to find Keel safely strapped into his seat, shaking small pebbles of broken glass out of his hair. “What?” he asked.

Keel glanced at Drake and opened his mouth for another insult but let his jaw fall slack before swallowing. “Great. You’re bleeding. What’d you do, hit the window?”

“Hit the window?” Drake touched his temple again and winced. “We’ve been in an accident.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” Keel leaned across the truck cab and twisted the ignition key. The engine started with an ugly squeal and Keel sat back in his seat, relieved. “Still works. I’ll drive.”

The sun outside seemed to be sparkling over a small patch of diamonds. It took Drake a moment to realize there were no jewels scattered on the road outside his window, only glass from the accident. He saw the van, pushed completely off the shoulder now, its back end firmly pressed into a tree.

“Anyone hurt?” he asked Keel, who’d already exited his side of the truck and was walking around the front, stretching his neck and cursing.

“Just you, dumb ass.”

“I didn’t see it. The sun,” Drake said, pointing outside. “There was something in the trees…”

“Move over.” Keel opened the driver door and pushed Drake into the passenger seat. “Put this on your head, and stay put.” He tossed a rolled up handkerchief at him before turning away from the truck. “Damn, what a mess.”

Drake blotted at the cut on his head while watching Keel circle the van. He came back to the truck a few minutes later with more concern on his face than Drake had seen before.

“What is it? Someone in there dead?” Drake asked nervously.

“No, it’s empty. Whoever was driving is long gone. But the van…I recognize it.” Keel leaned on the door frame and followed the upward curve of the paved road with his gaze. “This has to stop soon, we’re almost to the top of the damn mountain,” he mumbled.

Drake stared at the smashed van resting in the embankment, noting its faded white paint job and newly smashed front end. One of the tires had exploded from the accident, causing the frame to tilt precariously toward the driver side. His brows furrowed as he tried to place where he’d seen it before. And it came back to him as Keel hopped into the truck and slammed the door shut.

“Those bastards on the road…that’s their van,” Drake said. His mouth filled with the sharp taste of iron, and he spit blood out the missing passenger window from where he’d bit a hole into the side of his tongue.

“Yeah, what are the chances?”

The two men looked at each other briefly before Keel put the truck back in drive and slowly pulled away. They listened to the crunch of the tires moving over the broken glass in silence.

Please don’t let her be with them, Drake thought to himself. Please don’t let those animals have Riley.

– Find Me #3, Coming Soon

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Hope your Christmas was a relaxing day for you and yours! I spent time with family, eating and listening to music, and watching my kids run around on a holiday treat sugar high. 🙂 Happy to have survived and made it to today. lol If you upgraded to a new Kindle, or grabbed up your first one like we did for our eleven year old – why not fill it with some TMDBooks?? There’s plenty to go around!

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It’s a Date – Wednesday Writing Tip

If you’re like 90% of the writers I know, you have an idea for a release date by the time you’ve begun your WIP. A lot of us do this. We set a goal date, and then write like hell to reach it. Sometimes we do, but when we don’t…


Right?! Utter doom follows. But it doesn’t have to be that painful – missing a deadline you created in your head just because it sounded good shouldn’t feel like the end of the world. So, why does it? Well, for me, I often times judge how much time it will take me to finish a story based on my word count and the time it takes to reach my daily requirements to reach that amount. Oh, is this system flawed. Why? Because I’m human. And I have a life. And those things called children. I’m learning that setting a release date too early can result in complete implosion of my brain. Horrible things happen to my Muse. Even worse things happen to my WIP. I hurry. I rush. And then – editing HELL.


I go through a guilt-fueled binge drinking week (coffee, people…I’m no lush. At least, not during the editing process when I need full function of my brain cells) and I consume more chocolate than any person should. Ever. In their entire lifetime. This sort of rushed editing leads to an overwhelming sense of doubt. I begin to think that what I wrote is tantamount to a giant heap of steaming poo. And nothing anyone says otherwise will make me feel better. By the 10th editing run, I’ve begun to forget how to spell the word ‘the’ and question the placement of a period at the end of a sentence. Painful. It’s a painful experience.


And my editing turns into something worse. A mass murder of my manuscript that results in the overuse of the delete button.


After another 100 pots worth of coffee is consumed, and I’ve stayed up so late that it’s early, and my kids forget what I look like, the manuscript will finally settle into something worth sending off to the editor. Because I love it, and I want my readers to love it.


And once I DO manage to send it off to the editor, I will make a promise to myself that I will never again set that release date until I’m sure I can make it. I’ll sit back in my chair and take a deep breath, reminding myself that rushing is not worth it. That quality is better. And I’ll tell myself as I open up a fresh document, I’ll wait. I’ll wait till I’m close to the end and THEN pick a date for release.

But five minutes later I’ll forget that promise and two paragraphs in on the new WIP, I’ll be thinking about how many words I must write that day, and the next, and the next, to reach my weekly goal, to reach that release date.


So. As I near the end of my current WIP, the one that I keep pushing back to make it right, I’ve realized that rushing to meet a release goal is simply not a smart move to make for each writing project. If you have a life outside of writing, or any kind of responsibilities that you must SHARE with writing, then it makes sense to hold off on that date. Just, you know, forget about it for a bit. Wait till you’ve peaked over the middle of your WIP and then start thinking about it. Or even later. Because then you can write the fun way, with less stress and more ease.

Not that writing is something that is ever truly easy. It should be hard at some point. If it’s too easy all the time, the writer isn’t learning much of anything new along their journey, are they?


Enjoy your WIP. It’s okay to take your time with it so you are happy with the result. That is something no writer will ever regret. And this doesn’t mean you must throw out all of the goals you have for the release, because you can still organize your time – another tip that will wait for another Wednesday.

Happy Writing, everyone!

Tuesday Teaser (FM3)

With a yank, I pulled on his coat until his arms slid free, and used my foot to shove him to the floor. His chin struck the carpet with a soft thud and he turned his head to look at me. “Bitch, I’ll kill you,” he hissed.

There was no doubting that mania had taken over. The little moral compass I’d managed to hold onto was lost somewhere between hell and its gate. I was all animal. All bite. Wild from the inside out. And I wanted blood.

With the blade pressed roughly against his throat, my mouth found its way just an inch from his ear. “—–…—–, listen to me now. I’m going to slit you open from hip to hip. Then I’m going to pull out your intestines and strangle you with them. Please, please don’t pass out. I want you to feel everything, —–,” I whispered. “I want you to know what’s going to happen to you and that you’re helpless to stop it. I’m going to kill you, —–. I’m going to do it slowly. And yes, it’s going to hurt.”

Find Me #3 – Coming Soon