Years ago, I read a romance novel in which the main characters had basically resolved all their conflicts by the midpoint. The story could have ended right there and been a satisfying novella, but somebody wanted 300 pages instead of 150, so on page 151, Evil Cousin Alphonse burst onto the scene with not one […]
Silent Song is a second chance romance. As such, there’s a whole other story about what happened between Gin and Lex years ago. Part of figuring out who they are now and how their relationship works now involved looking at their shared past, so I have a ton of material about The Old Days. The
I read a book earlier this month that caused an urge to write a salty email to an editor who should have done a lot more work than they did and sugary emails to the editors who’ve kicked my ass over the years and taught me to self-correct a lot of problems before a manuscript
I’ve recently had a small flurry of emails inquiring along the lines of when I’ll be releasing another book. First, for the 99% of readers of my previous books who apparently missed it, I released a book in May 2018! You can request it through your Overdrive-affiliated library or purchase from the following sellers: Ebook
I think we’re coming up on 10,000 words, which is the most I’m willing to post of anything in case I drop dead and my heir wants to dump everything into KU for ease of asset management (can’t have more than 10% free on the web in that case). Conveniently, it also happens to be
In which Phin’s boss gets on the “men are trash” train. Y’all, I wrote this months ago and haven’t changed a thing in response to current events. Part of the reason it repels me so much is that it stinks of capitalizing on a news cycle, although the news just caught up to what I’ve
Here we have what is known in some circles as the “story problem”—the reason the protagonist can’t follow through on her entirely reasonable desire to walk away from a messy entanglement. Again, only semi-revised and untouched by my editor, and posted only in a so-far vain attempt to dredge up some personal enthusiasm for returning
Because it would be great to live in a world where men step up and tell other men not to be shitgibbons instead of relying on the women the shitgibbons don’t listen to to fix the shitgibbon problem! Again, not thoroughly revised and never known the touch of an editor. Part 1 is here if
This isn’t polished by me or edited by my editor, so I don’t even know if it’s coherent English, and the book will probably never be finished, in part because it was turning into an “I hate men” book, which is, um, not great in heterosexual romance, but since I feel that sentiment is currently
I recently attended an editing workshop hosted by a trad-pub romance editor who said, “Head hopping is fine! All the greats do it, and it works fine!” I didn’t catch much after that because of the steam whistling out of my ears, but I’m pretty sure we’d disagree on other fundamentals. Then I came home