Book No. 3

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I’m so excited to share with you that I finished my third book on Sunday. This book has nothing to do with the previous two, which are part of the Alpha Series; it’s a standalone novel.

Yesterday, I began the editing process. First, I’m going to focus on the story and then the language. I adore the story and I want to make sure it is portrayed as I have it pictured in my mind, and I’m going to work on it until it does. I don’t have any deadlines but I do want to be done with it in the fall. And start with the next one. 🙂

The title, as you can deduce, is The One with You. I started writing it without having a title in mind. And during the process of creating the story, I jotted down some ideas for the title but neither spoke to me. My instincts were telling me that a clear idea would manifest itself by the end of the book. And it did. I was on the last page, and it popped into my mind and filled the last missing piece for the story. It’s just…it’s perfect for the plot, and it makes so much sense. I love it when you’re reading a novel and find the connection to the title. It’s like a small Eureka moment. And I love doing that as a writer too. Do you like that? What’s your opinion?

I would love to reveal more and hear your thoughts on it but I won’t/can’t. 🙂 I want to edit it and then when it’s done, I’ll share all about the story and the characters, the thoughts behind it, and of course, the cover. I can’t wait to share more with you.

See you on Sunday. XO


Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most stupidest of them all?

I have this quote that I got from my mom, a quote that I like to repeat to others and myself as advice, and that is: You don’t have to explain it to smart people, and you can’t explain it to stupid people.

It’s not about insulting anyone; it’s not about actual intelligence because smart people can be stupid and vice versa. It basically means that it’s not worth wasting your time and energy on trying to make arrogant and selfish people, who are dumbly convinced about being right (always), see the point. But following that principle, walking away when you realize you’re talking to a person that actually shares their IQ with a brick wall is hard to do.

I think it’s very challenging to be quiet when you know something is wrong, incorrect, untrue and unjust. I find myself at a crossroads mulling over what my reaction should be. It drives me absolutely certifiably mental to know that speaking up will not bring me, or them, or anyone else involved anything. It won’t make the person who is in the wrong see what’s right, do what’s right, or God forbid, admit their wrongdoing.

I feel a strong sense of justice and it’s hard for me to let it go once I find any sort of deception. I’m like a dog with a bone. I want everyone involved to see it, feel it, understand it… I want the culprit to be confronted. Even though speaking up won’t bring the results I want, even though it won’t affect the future actions of this person, it’s so unbelievably hard to choose to ignore it and walk away from it. I want people to know I know they lied. I don’t want people that deceive and manipulate people and facts for their benefit to win. And I feel that silence hands them the victory.

No one should be convinced that they know it all. Not a boss or an employee, not an authoritative figure or a subordinate. No one has the right to lie, manipulate facts and people for their benefit. I refuse to stand by and let you do this to me or anyone else. It might make me uncomfortable but I don’t care. There is no growth in comfort. 

You might think “What has brought this on?” A person that has a pattern of twisting facts and words to fit their narrative. I’ve seen it be done to others and now, for the last time, I’ve had it done to me. I am too far away to deal with this situation face to face but that will change. And once it does… Knock, knock.


How do you deal with conflict? With people that you think are in the wrong?   Would you rather be quiet and move on? Or would you confront them?

Once upon a Time

Once upon a time, there was a woman who had a special surprise for you. She taunted you with it, made you believe you desperately needed it, made you realize that your life depended on it.

The Snowhite’s red apple had nothing on this. You desired it more than the Prince running around frantically with a glass slipper in his hands. More than Belle wanting adventure.

You want it.

You need it.

You have to have it.

So go to Amazon because Eclipse is going to be free today.

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?

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.