One Day

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Dear Future,

It’s the people that know you best, that you love most, that can hurt you most cruelly. My heart bleeds and cries for the time I didn’t know disappointment. Your words cut deep and your actions, or the lack thereof, even more. I starve for when I will be immune to whatever you do and say. For a time when you will have no effect on me.

One day, one glorious day, my pain will be yours, your lack of empathy will be mine. I will make it out stronger and better but you will live in the past and regret everything you could have done and everything you actually did. My heart breaks but soon nothing will be left to crumble and from the ashy fragments I’ll rebuild something even stronger.



Someone with Heartache


Past-Present-Future Reading List

I’ve been writing my third book and thoroughly enjoying it. I hope I manage to write 5 more pages today or tomorrow so that I can finish the week with 200 pages. I love, love the story that has been developing on the pages. I am actually excited to finish it and start working on the draft and editing.

I’ve also been really enjoying reading and I’m currently reading the Hoops Series by Kennedy Ryan. It’s not my favorite but I am liking it.


Long Shot (Hoops, #1)


Think you know what it’s like being a baller’s girl? You don’t.
My fairy tale is upside down. A happily never after.
I kissed the prince and he turned into a fraud.

I was a fool, and his love – fool’s gold.

Now there’s a new player in the game, August West.
One of the NBA’s brightest stars.
Fine. Forbidden.
He wants me. I want him.
But my past, my fraudulent prince, just won’t let me go.

Block Shot (Hoops, #2)

A STANDALONE second chance, enemies-to-lovers romance set in the cutthroat world of sports management.

They’re two sharks in a fish tank…


If I had a dollar for every time Banner Morales made my heart skip a beat…
The heart everyone assumes is frozen over. Her anger is… arousing.
Every glare from those fire-spitting eyes, every time she grits her teeth, gets me… well, you know.
If I had a dollar for every time she’s put me in my place, I’d be an even richer man.
I’m a successful sports agent because I assume “no” means you’ll think about it.
I’m sure what you meant to say is “Coming right up.”
They say even rich men don’t always get what they want, but those men don’t know how to play the game. The trick is to keep them guessing.
Take Banner. She assumes she’s winning, but this game?
She doesn’t even know how to play.


If I had a dollar for every time Jared Foster broke my heart, I’d have exactly one dollar.
One night. One epic fail. One dollar… and I’m out. I’ve moved on.
I’ve found success in a field ruled by men.
Anything they can do, I have done better.
They can keep the field while I call the shots, blocking them when I have to.
And Jared has the nerve to think he gets a second chance?
Boy, please. Go sit down. Have several seats.
I’ll just be over here ignoring the man carved from my fantasies with a lust-tipped chisel.
Oh, I didn’t say the struggle wasn’t real.
But I’ve got that one dollar, and Jared won’t have me.

Hook Shot

A deeply emotional standalone romance set in the worlds of professional basketball and high fashion.

Divorced. Single dad. Traded to a losing squad.
Cheated on, betrayed, exposed.
My perfect life blew up in my face and I’m still picking up the pieces.
The last thing I need is her.
A wildflower. A storm. A woman I can’t resist.
Lotus DuPree is a kick to my gut and a wrench in my plans
from the moment our eyes meet.
I promised myself I wouldn’t trust a woman again,
but I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Lo.
She’s not the plan I made, but she’s the risk I have to take.

A warrior. A baller. The one they call Gladiator.
Kenan Ross charged into my life smelling all good, looking even better and snatching my breath from the moment we met.
The last thing I need is him.
I’m working on me. Facing my pain and conquering my demons.
I’ve seen what trusting a man gets you.
I. Don’t. Have. Time. For. This.
But he just keeps coming for me.
Keeps knocking down my defenses and stealing my excuses one by one.
He never gives up, and now…I’m not sure I want him to.


Have you ever read any of the books? Did you like it/them?

What are you currently reading?


Everything is better with you around. I make the same meal for myself but it can’t compare to the luxury my taste buds get when I eat the food with you. I close my eyes and inhale the rich scent of coffee in the morning and try to imagine you doing the same thing but the illusion evaporates as soon as I open my eyes. I go to bed at night, the bed we both love and find comfort it, but the emptiness fills my hollowness. I’ve stopped breathing in your lingering fragrance on the pillow; I turn my back on it. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to smell it. I want to see and smell you.

Excerpt from Project No. 3

I’ve started writing my third book and have 117 pages already. My goal is to have 200 by the end of this week and then, I would love to have 300 when we leave for our trip next Sunday. It’s very ambitious. One (meaning my nagging subconsciousness) would say it’s too ambitious, but I’ll do my best and see what happens. I thought I would share an excerpt from the work in progress. It might make it to the end after editing, I might change it, take it out… You’ll have to read the book to know. 😉

Tell me your thoughts and don’t forget…

Eclipse is out on Friday and until then Equinox is available for free on Kindle.


“You’re a bitch.”

“So are you.” She closed the door and started shaking uncontrollably. Her mind was blank; all there was inside her was a sense of devastating déjà vu doubling the agony. Tears streaked down her face like a storm and she shook with sobs, barely catching her breath.

It was another failure. Again, she welcomed someone in her life and allowed them to take advantage of her and her love for them.

Slowly, the door opened and without looking up she knew it was Rylan. Those worn-out Chucks were a dead giveaway. She didn’t have it in her to lift her head and tell him to go away. She didn’t want anyone to see her like this; especially not him. The guy that stabbed her heart first. But she was deflated and had no fight in her left. The pain was tearing through her.

Rylan handed her a tissue and sat down on the floor next to her. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t touch her. He simply sat there with her, motionless, silent. He felt her pain and it was even more bitter knowing that he made her cry like this too.

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

I’ve mentioned it once or twice (or fifty-seven thousand times) that I am releasing my second book this Friday, May 31. If you are interested in the plot and cover, here they are. But before you get the second one, you might need to read the 1st one and so I decided to make it available for free on Kindle from tomorrow and until Friday. I do hope you check both of them out.

Have a great Monday and see you on Wednesday (I think I’m going to do a short story 😉 )

Spring cleaning

I’ve told you and have written about me moving to India with my husband and today I want to jump into that topic again.

Moving helps you get rid of clothes you don’t need, of items you don’t want anymore. But it also helps with people that don’t fit into your life anymore.

I am a firm believer in the idea that some people are meant to make it until the end of a chapter and some are meant to make it until the end of the book. And with moving to the other side of the world, you leave some people behind. Moving away, you quickly realize who is an honest friend, who is willing to participate in a relationship, who gives just as much as takes. 

My philosophy has always been: it’s quality and not quantity that matters. What good does it do to you to have one hundred friends if they won’t be there when you need them, when you’re going through changes? I’d rather have just a few people I call friends and be certain that the relationship is mutual, supportive and loving.

Moving away has sifted through our relationships and weeded out anyone that doesn’t fit into our lives anymore. Life is too short and it moves on too quickly for time and energy to be wasted on people that don’t add to your life but take away from it. 


Do you value your friendships? Are they important in your life?


My second contemporary romance novel Eclipse is out on May 31, in just nine days.