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Didi Oviatt

Author of suspense novels Search For Maylee, Aggravated Momentum, The Stix, and New Age Lamians. As well as the short story collection Time Wasters and (co-author of) The Suspenseful Collection. Columnist for The Conscious Talk Magazine.

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In Love With My book(s)

A shipment of books was dropped off on my doorstep last night, and I’m absolutely beside myself! Excited doesn’t even begin to explain how I feel right now. It’s kind of weird the way a mix of elated nerves, pride, and strange humility can all braid themselves into ones insides. I absolutely love how the cover to Search For Maylee has turned out!! Pardon my language, but it’s fucking beautiful! Even looking at it next to my other books, it just kind of stands out!!

**breath Didi, just breath**

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Trudging down the well beaten path of a writer isn’t always easy. There are so many ups and downs in the writing process, and finding the dedication and balance to keep on moving can be hard. But, it’s moments like these when you get to see your name printed on such beautiful covers and get feedback with four and five star reviews that make it all worth it!!

That, and the smell. I adore the smell of a book. I could totally be happy as that weirdo who sits in the corner for an hour a day, just fanning and shuffling the pages of a paperback, just sniffing lol.. Being able to do that with my own books is oddly fulfilling!

Thank you everyone who has read my book, and who has put it on their TBR’s. I can’t wait for more feedback. This is me, I hope you can see the Thank You in my grateful eyes!

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EXCERPT, Aggravated Momentum. On sale now for Halloween! #99cents #slasher

For the first time in my life, I get a thrill from hearing my name. He releases his hold on my hair and shoves me back against the wall. A firm arm presses against my back. I’m unable to move my chest or shoulders, and am forced to take him in on his terms. Just as I’m about to crumble under his strong hold, a menacing whisper echoes in my ear.

“This is going to hurt.”

A shock pools to my center and a chill runs down my spine. It takes every ounce of strength I have to pull away from him. He squeezes my body tightly against his own. Then he loosens his grip, allowing me to turn and face him.

“What are you talking ab…”

A sudden pain consumes my neck, cutting me off mid-question. My voice catches in the center of my throat and is unable to escape. Instinctively, I grab hold of the sharp pulsating pain and squeeze. The fluid filling my hands and running down my arms is much thicker and hotter than the shower water. Everything is beginning to blur. I look at him, trying to plead with my eyes. I am unable to speak. I lean against the wall, in effort to regain balance. Everything is spinning. I pull my bloodied hands from my neck to take a look. My vision is distorted, but not enough to disable the sight of color. My scarlet fingers spin and blur.

I feel cold. I want to grab him, beg for his help, but I can’t. My body slumps down the wall. My legs become weaker and weaker. What have you done to me? I scramble through the black and red blur, struggling to take a look at his face. For a flash, I see him. His head is tilted to one side and his face is blank. A hint of a smirk forms across his lips. I black out. I can still feel but I can’t see. I pull in breath with short shallow pants. I can hear an awkward gurgle coming out of my throat. My body is ice cold under the hot running water.

My life slowly drains away, yet a sharp digging pain reminds me that I am still alive. One piercing jab after another stings into my ribs, chest and stomach. I try to kick, throw my arms or scream, but can’t. I can’t move. It only takes a few more jolts to realize that I’m being stabbed. Over and over the shock spreads across my body. After what seems like a lifetime of torturing pain, it finally fades. A faint sensation is left at my neck. There is something touching my midsection, something inside it.  That too melts away until there is nothing left. I don’t feel anything anymore – no pain, no fear. I give up the struggle for breath and let myself go to the darkness.

Halloween Reading, Flash Sale! #excerpt #99cents

Wow, what a week it’s been!  I’ve put so much time into marketing my new release Search For Maylee that I’ve completely neglected my previous books, which is absolutely silly right now because I write thrillers, and its the month of HALLOWEEN!!!

SO, in light of my neglectful selfishness in terms of the slasher book I published last year, I’ve marked it down to $.99!! It’s bloody, gory, intense, psychologically twisted, and just straight up disgusting… Perfect for the season, I can’t believe it’s taken me halfway into the month to mark the price down for Halloween.  Talk about being distracted! lol

EXCERPT:

Standing next to Kam, peering across the street and into their home, I can clearly see her mutilated body.  Their front doors are French, and opened wide, allowing a perfect view into their once tidy entryway.  The always bleached white floors and walls are completely covered in scarlet splatters and pools of blood. That must have been exactly where the attack had taken place. Right inside the front door, for God’s sake. I can only imagine her killer’s tactic, pushing his way in as she greeted him with an innocent welcome. Sick. Disgusting. This is completely unfathomable.  

The once full of life girl is slumped backwards over a small round decorative table.  Her legs are bare, and full of slashes.  A slow steady drip is still running down her arms and escaping to the floor from her fingertips.  Clinging to her body are the remnants of a spaghetti strap tank top, and short pajama bottoms.  I can’t even tell their original color.  My mind wanders briefly away from the present.  I picture those pj’s being a lovely shade of green, and the smile on her face is genuine.  

The thought lasts only a second before my mind snaps back to reality.  Like a rubber band pulling itself into place, my head twitches and my lips let out a frightened gasp.  Breanna must have been relaxing comfortably in what should have been a safe home. Bile rises from my stomach, and into my throat.  I swallow it, and continue to stare.  I am unable to look away. Unable to process.  

Just like Beth was, every inch of her is stained in thick red fluid.  This killer is bleeding them out.  Every drop of life drained from his victims.  It is vicious, and it is personal. I look closer. There’s a shine on her chest.  It reflects light from the bright police LED lights placed a few feet away from her.  Something is resting around her neck.  Small and gold.  I wonder how it is possible that she actually has jewelry on that could still hold a shine.  How is there no blood on the top of her necklace?  

BLURB:

Not everything is as it seems in what appears to be an average family. When danger lurks so close to home, skeletons emerge, and the darkest of secrets surface, causing twisted desires to become reality. Aggravated Momentum offers the perspective of some very diverse and unique characters, including fun, witty personalities to fall in love with, along with an intellectual killer to die for. You may be surprised as to whom exactly you can relate. Is it the cold, calculated murderer, who’s name is yet to be revealed? Markie or Kam, the independent sisters, guilty of nothing more than getting tangled with the wrong people at the most inopportune times? Or, the cowardly snake curled in a hidden corner? Who are you, exactly? And, more importantly, who are they? The deeper you dig into the psyche of another, the more breath taking are the secrets you will find.

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ITS FINALLY AVAILABLE! Happy Release Day At My House! #coldcase

I’m completely washed over with gratitude for everyone who has read, reviewed, and pre-ordered my book!  The day I’ve been pacing the floors over is FINALLY HERE!!  I love release days, it’s exactly like Christmas… only completely different lol. Now for a week of blog touring, and we’re off!!!

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EXCERPT:

***There he was, the man she had spent her evenings swooning over while listening to the steady hum of his voice over the phone. A man that she once detested, and now ached for. There were so many things she wished could be different about this moment. She would have prepared herself, dressed nice and fixed her hair – probably up and swept from her face. She would have picked something with a low neckline to wear, lathered her skin with her silkiest lotions, and even taken the time to shave. Everything…

Rather than the romantic reunion Autumn had been anticipating, she was being forced to see him in dreaded conditions of her own, and clearly of his too. It was going to take everything she had to shoo him out of her apartment. She had every intention on telling him all about Josie, but not until she had the time to speak with her first. Josie needed to warm up to Autumn, and rest. That wouldn’t be a possibility if she was thrown to the wolves before even being able to catch her breath. Autumn had to keep Josie a secret, at least for tonight.

Chance stood outside the door waiting impatiently. It’d been a long trip, he’d caught the first flight possible after hearing news of another sighting of Maylee. Right there in Denver nonetheless. It was time to be completely honest with Autumn, and he had to do it in person. Anxiously, he held his breath as her metal door creaked open. All he could do was come clean about his lies and pray for her forgiveness.

Their eyes locked and for one brief moment they were the only two people in the world. Josie, Craig, Jeremy, and even Maylee faded into mere background.  The sharp gray shards of color in his eyes pierced through her, and she drank in their naked vulnerability. There was a sense of surrender in the upward pull of his brows. It was a look she was yet to see plastered on his handsome face, a look that melted her from the inside out.

As she welcomed him in, the sexy familiar scent of him threatened to consume her. It smelled like spruce bark and ocean mixed into a fresh rustic blend, and it followed him into her apartment, her heart, her future. They had opened up to each other in a way that there was no turning back from. Even if it had only been by phone. No matter what he had to say, there was sure to be a way around it. Autumn was confident of that.***

TODAY IS RELEASE DAY!!  GRAB YOUR COPY!!

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Blurb:

Since Maylee was abducted from her high school the very month of graduation, her Aunt Autumn has never lost hope in finding her. It’s been three years. Autumn has finally reached inside herself and found the courage to track down an old lead. She moves across the country to find him. Will Autumn be able to pry Maylee’s case back open? More importantly, what will Autumn uncover in the process of searching for Maylee? It’s a cold dark world we live in, and she is about to find out just how cruel it can be. Strength and determination are on Autumn’s side and she will do what ever it takes.

Prologue: Aggravated Momentum (18+ reading)

My hands are as far above my head as they can reach, my back intensely arched, and my calf muscles tighten, extending to the footboard. My pumpkin orange painted toes point as they join the stretch. The sun beams through a tight crevice in the drapes, challenging my eyes to regain vision. I squint and strain to open them. Its late afternoon, and I’ve been sleeping for four hours. Sadly, it’s the most uninterrupted sleep my taxing life has allowed in over a week.
The sensation of piercing eyes causes the hair to raise on my forearms. After I finish rubbing the sleep from my face, I glance around intently. No one is here. Weird. I swear I could feel someone’s presence. It must be my nerves. My thick down comforter drops from my shoulders as I sit up for another stretch. It isn’t usually this hot in my room, so I’m glad I was able to sleep through my sweat. My body is clammy. The tank top and shorts that cling to my skin are damp and wrinkled.
I’m supposed to meet Markie for a girl’s night in an hour. I better hurry. I told that weird friend of hers from work that I wasn’t going to make it, but changed my mind after debating all week. The decision is made: I’m going. Markie is one of my closest friends, but she’s changed since Beth died. She’s distanced herself. Now, with everything else going on around her, I’m afraid.
As the water heats, steam fills my shower and escapes through the bathroom door that I usually leave open. I like stepping out of the shower feeling clean and refreshed, not muggy and overheated. I think about Markie’s situation as I rub an oversized purple loofah across my skin. A deliciously scented lather forms on my protruding ribs and bony hips. The stress of all these deaths has taken a serious toll on my appetite. My body is shrinking, I’m beginning to look sickly.
I wonder how I’m supposed to tell Markie that I’ve been sleeping with the one acquaintance that’s off limits. I guess I can’t. Not now anyway, it will have to wait. I should feel worse about it than I do, but he’s convenient, and I’m lonely. He’ll do for now. It must be the guilt of it that’s forcing me to go to this stupid club tonight. Any smart woman would stay away.
My fingers scrub harshly into my scalp. My eyes squint tightly, trying to block the shampoo as it washes away. Before they can fully open, the shower door slides. A shocked gasp rises from my throat, and I force my lids open through a painful soapy haze. The air escapes my lungs in a slow, relieved sigh. I take in the sight of him. He stands naked with a grin, ready to join me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demand.
“What does it look like?”
“You scared the shit out of me!”
“You’re pretty sexy when you’re startled.”
“I really don’t have time for this.” I snap, “I’m in a hurry.”
He pushes his way in anyway and shuts the door behind him. He stays just out of reach of the spraying showerhead, and watches me wash off. My back tingles and the blood rushes to my skins edge in reaction to his touch. The last of the soap bubbles disappear into the drain at our toes. He picks up my leg at the thigh and presses me forward against the shower wall.
With one hard thrust, he forces himself inside me. It is a lot rougher than his usual tactic. I gasp and press my hands against the wall for balance. He moves violently, but I like it. Strong fingers intertwine through my wet hair at the base of my scalp, then he pulls it, hard. My head jerks back with the powerful tug. A quiet, excited, involuntary squeal escapes my open mouth. His breath is hot on the back of my neck.
“You like it hard, don’t you Joyce?” His voice is lower than I’ve ever heard him speak.
“Yes!”
For the first time in my life, I get a thrill from hearing my name. He releases his hold on my hair and shoves me back against the wall. A firm arm presses against my back. I’m unable to move my chest or shoulders, and am forced to take him in on his terms. Just as I’m about to crumble under his strong hold, a menacing whisper echoes in my ear.
“This is going to hurt.”
A shock pools to my center and a chill runs down my spine. It takes every ounce of strength I have to pull away from him. He squeezes my body tightly against his own. Then he loosens his grip, allowing me to turn and face him.
“What are you talking ab…”
A sudden pain consumes my neck, cutting me off mid-question. My voice catches in the center of my throat and is unable to escape. Instinctively, I grab hold of the sharp pulsating pain and squeeze. The fluid filling my hands, and running down my arms is much thicker and hotter than the shower water. Everything is beginning to blur. I look at him, trying to plead with my eyes. I am unable to speak. I lean against the wall, in effort to regain balance. Everything is spinning. I pull my bloodied hands from my neck to take a look. My vision is distorted, but not enough to disable the sight of color. My scarlet fingers spin and blur.
I feel cold. I want to grab him, beg for his help, but I can’t. My body slumps down the wall. My legs become weaker and weaker. What have you done to me? I scramble through the black and red blur, struggling to take a look at his face. For a flash, I see him. His head is tilted to one side and his face is blank. A hint of a smirk forms across his lips. I black out. I can still feel but I can’t see. I pull in breath with short shallow pants. I can hear an awkward gurgle coming out of my throat. My body is ice cold under the hot running water.
My life slowly drains away, yet a sharp digging pain reminds me that I am still alive. One piercing jab after another stings into my ribs, chest and stomach. I try to kick, throw my arms or scream, but cant. I can’t move. It only takes a few more jolts to realize that I’m being stabbed. Over and over the shock spreads across my body. After what seems like a lifetime of torturing pain, it finally fades. A faint sensation is left at my neck. There is something touching my midsection, something inside it. That too melts away until there is nothing left. I don’t feel anything anymore – no pain, no fear. I give up the struggle for breath and let myself go to the darkness.

 

 

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Now Available for Pre-Order! Search For Maylee! (My latest and Greatest!)

Only five more days until release!!  Can’t Freaking Wait!

EXCERPT:

“Howdy then, ma’am, I’m Jeremy.”

It was a very informal introduction yet he insisted on shaking her hand. His palm was big and his fingers were slightly calloused. A heavy free hand slapped her on the shoulder causing her entire body to jolt. He seemed like a very outgoing young man. A few husky voices rang in from behind him. Autumn could hear a couple of men laughing and joking in the background. It actually sounded like they were having a blast. She couldn’t quite make out their jokes or comments, but it wasn’t from lack of trying. A listening ear strained to make out their words.

Autumn tried, without success, to recall the last time she was able to laugh so freely.  Even with her friends, witty conversation and playful banter had been forced since the loss of Maylee. The lighthearted beam that Autumn used to carry with her everywhere, was now nothing more than a distant flicker.

It existed somewhere, but she was unable to actually grasp it tight enough to hang on for more than a few seconds at a time. Every time that lighthearted twinkle returned to her eyes, or a gleeful fire began to build in her chest, it was quickly distinguished with grief. Washed away before anything more than a spark could ignite. But, at least there was hope. Autumn was here for a reason and maybe someday she could get that light back.

Jeremy must have noticed her distraction by his guests because he tilted his head to the side, leaned into her personal space, and made a fully conscious effort to engage her in eye contact. That attractive crease in his cheek returned with the questioning grin he threw at her. Embarrassed butterflies escaped Autumn’s chest and a lump formed in her throat.

“Care to join?”  He asked, pointing over his tall shoulder with a large outstretched thumb. “I’ve got a few friends over. We just finished up a barbeque. I’m sure there’s a burger left if you’re hungry?”

“Oh no.” was her very quick response.

Autumn couldn’t possibly impose on a party of strangers. The pull of her tired eyelids were nagging at her to get settled for the night, and she couldn’t help but to notice there wasn’t a female voice to be heard. This entire situation had danger written all over it. If there was one quality Autumn truly admired about herself it was a keen sense of reserved caution. After all, you’re nothing if not safe.

After declining the drink to go along with the already turned down burger that her stomach was very loudly cursing her for, Autumn again asked for help. Jeremy shouted over his shoulder toward the kitchen causing her to nearly jump out of her skin.

“Hey guys,” he yelled at his guests without taking his eyes off of her. The smile he had remained intact.  “I’ve got a quick job to do for a tenant, wanna’ help?”

Autumn’s eyes widened in fear, her feet shifted nervously beneath her, and she struggled to find words. “I. Um. I can find someone else, really.” She hesitated.

Jeremy leaned forward and whispered, so that no one else could hear.

“They really only look scary, and they might smell, but they’re harmless, I assure you.” He said with a wink.

The three men that entered the room caused Autumn’s mouth to open, just a crack, and her shoulders to lower with the air that escaped her. An awkward rush of defeat crawled up her legs and stopped in her neck, threatening to drain the very life from her. The first man in sight was clearly older than Jeremy, by at least five years – was her guess.

He appeared to nearly double Jeremy in weight, and not the unhealthy kind either. There wasn’t an ounce of blubber to be found, only the thick hard kind of weight that most men only dream of developing. His hair was light, short, and squared off in a boxy type cut that had a weird way of making the muscles between his neck and shoulders look even bigger. A superman symbol was tattooed on his neck, just above the collarbone. It was the first tattoo Autumn noticed but definitely not the only one in the room.

Two more men emerged from behind the giant. One looked a lot like Jeremy, with the same smile and an identical crease below the cheekbone. It wasn’t really a dimple so much as a handsome dip of the skin, or a glorified wrinkle in the perfect spot.
The third man was much skinnier than the others. He was obviously no slouch in the muscular department, but his build wasn’t nearly as stuffed. A full sleeve of tattoos’ covered one arm and the other held a permanently detailed portrait of a winged angel, with dark hair and a perfect bikini body. Autumn pictured him to be more of a spotter in the gym, only there to elevate his heart rate and assist the others in their workout. She had a brief mental image of his tattooed arms working up a sweat as he tried to lift a dumb-bell that the human machine before him had set aside with ease.

Autumn cautiously inched a step back onto the sidewalk, hopping they wouldn’t notice her movement. She was at least a foot away from the door, just in case she needed to run for dear life. There was plenty of distance between her and them, and she was a fast runner. Very fast. She hadn’t spent the last three years of her life scaling the beach at an abnormal pace to be rendered a slow runner. Prepared to sprint, she waited for Jeremy’s introduction and gawked at the raw manpower that came in the form of his friends, and most likely brother.

“Guys, this is Autumn.”  Jeremy casually tossed his head in her direction, as if he’d known her for years. “She needs help moving her stuff into her new apartment.”

Autumn cleared her throat to speak, but it didn’t help, she was still unable. All that could be forced was a nod, and the sheer will not to pee her pants right there on the spot. A realization that these men were soon to know exactly where she lived, settled deep inside her. They would also be privileged to the in’s and out’s of literally every item she owned. Every. Single. One. The thought of her underwear drawer that just so happened to be sitting to the side of her dismantled dressers forced a blush.

They all stood there and stared at her for a minute. Autumn didn’t really know what to say or do, so she just fiddled with the bottom seam of her shirt and let them take in the sight of her. It was a little embarrassing and uncomfortable. Jeremy looked back and forth between her and his friends. He was bewildered and fully aware of the inappropriate looks they were giving her.

Small nods and playful glances of approval were exchanged between them. The smallest of them turned to the biggest and muttered something under his breath. It was hard for her to tell for sure, but it sounded a lot like he may have said the word “milf.”

This is when Autumn finally let out the breath of initial shock she’d been holding in. She dramatically forced the air out in a long drawn out groan, assisted with a dramatic eye roll. These sketchy looking men weren’t a threat at all. They were nothing more than a few harmless drunken fools acting like horny teenage boys. There wasn’t a hint of unkind intention on any of their faces, nor was there any sign of callous in their growing smiles. Jeremy chuckled a little at her reaction of them.

“What’s wrong guys?  Haven’t you ever seen an attractive older woman with a tan?”
Older, he said older. What the hell did he mean by older? She wondered. Forty one really wasn’t that old, although her constant anxiety made her feel at least sixty.

RELEASE DAY IS OCTOBER 6th

AVAILABLE FOR PRE ORDER NOW!!!

DESCRIPTION:

Since Maylee was abducted from her high school the very month of graduation, her Aunt Autumn has never lost hope in finding her. It’s been three years. Autumn has finally reached inside herself and found the courage to track down an old lead. She moves across the country to find him. Will Autumn be able to pry Maylee’s case back open? More importantly, what will Autumn uncover in the process of searching for Maylee? It’s a cold dark world we live in, and she is about to find out just how cruel it can be. Strength and determination are on Autumn’s side and she will do what ever it takes.

Amazon.com

Amazon Uk

Kobo

Nook Book

Goodreads

Let The Countdown Begin!!

 

Its happening, its happening, its happening, its happening!!!!!!!!!!! A week from mother f**kin’ tomorrow!  Is it weird that I’ve never been so excited for something in my entire life?  I mean, I’ve been equally excited in different ways before. But only when I had my kids, and with them I was so damn nervous and scared that my excitement was smothered in a way. A good way. Like I’m finally a grown up, and about to be responsible for a whole other human kind of way. Too many emotions to feel only excitement.

But right now, I feel only excitement and the wait is KILLING me!!

With my first book I was self conscious (and for good reason. I had no clue what the hell I was doing)  My second book I was a tinsey bit more excited, but still a little scared about critique. Everyone’s a critic and I was, well how do you say it, soft? So even though I was excited about my second book, I was still too nervous to really advertise or put myself out there. With my third book Aggravated Momentum, I FINALLY felt complete as an author. I found my voice, and did a great job, thus I started to build my author platform and began to really tell people about my books.

NOW, the time has finally come for the exact project that I’ve been working at for nearly FIVE YEARS!!!  I can’t believe its here!  I’ve found my writing voice, I’ve worked my ass off on my content as well as author platform, I’ve surfaced my confidence, and I’ve produced one hell of a story if I do say so myself!!  AND A WEEK FROM TOMORROW IT WILL BE RELEASED!!

*breath Didi, breath*

feelings

I’ve booked my blog tour, and I’ve given advanced readers copies to a few choice people who I trust both for the purpose of gifts and some for reviews. I’ve also been pushing the pre-order link in social media, yet I feel like I’m missing something. Kind of like when you’re headed out on a big trip and you’ve checked off your packing list a dozen times, yet you just know you’re forgetting something… Even though your not, but you’re worries are just being weird and out of wack. Maybe its the excruciating anticipation that’s making me feel like I should be doing more right now, who knows. Either way, every day I’m finding myself picking up silly projects to get my mind off the excitement as well as pacing the floors like a caged beast! This is bound to be the longest week of my entire life.

On the plus side, my editor said its one of her favorite manuscripts she’s ever checked. Also, I’ve received my first two reviews on Goodreads and they’re both FIVE STARS!!

*breath, Didi, breath again*

One of them says, “This is the best thriller I have read all year! Hands down, I was turning pages like crazy waiting on my heart to jump out of my chest!”

And the other says, “I give this book 5+ stars out of 5! This is one of best books I have read if not the best. I really enjoy cold case stories and the process of how it’s solved. This book had me turning pages like crazy I finished it in less than 2 days!!!”

EXCITING RIGHT?!  Now you know why I’ve chewed my nails until my fingertips are nubs! I can’t wait until next Friday!!!

So yeah, if you follow my blog then please pre-order this book. I can’t wait to see what you all think of it!!!  As long as I don’t die from excited anticipation between now and then, that is.

DESCRIPTION:

Since Maylee was abducted from her high school the very month of graduation, her Aunt Autumn has never lost hope in finding her. It’s been three years. Autumn has finally reached inside herself and found the courage to track down an old lead. She moves across the country to find him. Will Autumn be able to pry Maylee’s case back open? More importantly, what will Autumn uncover in the process of searching for Maylee? It’s a cold dark world we live in, and she is about to find out just how cruel it can be. Strength and determination are on Autumn’s side and she will do what ever it takes.

PRE-ORDER LINKS:

Amazon.com

Amazon Uk

Kobo

Nook Book

Goodreads

 

Exciting Week!!

This last week has been one of the most exciting of my writing career, plus some.. Like ever!!  With one thing after another, it has BEEN THE BEST!!

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The count down has begun to the release of my new novel Search For Maylee, and so far I’ve had FIVE readers tell me that it is one of their favorite books ever, and two of them told me they’ve already had DREAMS about my book!!!  OMG I can’t even tell you how much this means to me!  I told my husband a few years back that I wouldn’t consider myself to be a “real writer” until I got feedback about people dreaming of my books.  I had a few people have nightmares about Aggravated Momentum as well, and now Search For Maylee. So, I guess having two books in a row causing people’s sleep to be altered makes it’s official!  I can finally call myself a “real writer”!!!

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It doesn’t stop there either!  I got to interview my FAVORITE AUTHOR EVER for an article in the Conscious Talk Magazine!! That’s right friends, Colleen Hoover not only agreed to interview with me but she got back to me with my questions the other day!!!!  I couldn’t be any more excited. I was actually driving when I got the ping on my phone, and opened it to see my much anticipated email came through. I literally had to pull over, read it, and then compose myself. It couldn’t wait till I got home, and I couldn’t continue driving until my hands stopped shaking. I can’t even imagine what I looked like to passers by lol.

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Last but not least, I got my hair done. Now, this is no big deal usually. But with this particular hair doo, I’ve been debating on whether or not to take the plunge for months lol. I went the lightest I’ve been in YEARS… Or possibly ever!!  I was nervous about it as is, and then when I got home my two year old instantly wanted me to, “change it back.” Then she proceeded to ask me, “mom, why do you have to have Halloween hair?” LMAO!

But luckily, every time I look in the mirror I actually like it more and more. ALSO, I’ve had one person after another tell me that I look just like Denarius Targarian (if that’s even how you spell it)!!!  The mother ‘effin Mother of Dragons just so happens to be my favorite actress on my favorite show! Being compared to her really is possibly the highlight of my life!  So thank you, everyone who’s called me Denarius. I just want you to know that I’ll be your Khaleesi any day of any week!

Humorous Short Story Series. #TimeWasters

The Time Wasters Series is compiled of short stories that are perfect for wasting time. They’re all titled Super Short prelude  because they ARE just that – stories that lead up a big life concepts or events. Designed to help pass short spouts of time, most of the Time Wasters stories range from 8 to 15 pages. They do each actually contain an entire story that will draw you in, make you laugh, and then allow you to move on with your life. If you want to read, but don’t have the time or are in no mood for a Novel Commitment, then a Time Waster is just what you need.

Love Or Love Places, Super Short Prelude To Love

DESCRIPTION:

Based on a true story, this super short tale of love offers a harsh, humorous, and yet somehow touching glimpse into what could possibly be the norm for young couples today.  Dana is young wild careless and free, that is until her entire world is turned upside down by a man she meets at karaoke night. Is there really such thing as love at first sight? You be the judge.

Sabotage By Hook And Dog, Super Short Prelude To Adventure

DESCRIPTION:

Based on a true story, this super short tale of adventure offers the humorous insight of a couple’s competitive banter, along with the shocking details of a fish hook disaster. Dani convinces her husband, brother-in-law and friend to go on a fishing adventure, only to have a disastrous turn of events completely take over.

 

Trampling Beast, Super Short Prelude To A Phobia

DESCRIPTION:

Based on a true story, this super short tale of a phobia offers the humorous insight of a young girl encountering a disastrous event while trying her hand at farm life. While spending time on her cousin’s farm, Diedra finds herself making an effort to help guide an escaping animal back to its rightful place. What started out as a slight fear quickly forms into a lifelong phobia of this particular farm animal.

 

BOOK TWO

Kids Are Gross, Super Short Prelude To Childcare

DESCRIPTION:

Daphne has just started a new job in daycare. It’s her fifth day on the job and what she encounters is equally as disgusting as it is traumatizing. Talk about a crappy day.

Is That An Eyeball? Super Short Prelude To Redneckism

DESCRIPTION:

Daniella is confronted with a series of funny situations involving near crashes, friends full of banter, and a brother with an extremely disturbing appetite.

I Peed On My Tail, Super Short Prelude To Embarrassment

DESCRIPTION:

Dharma and her best friend Kelsie sneak alcohol from Kelsie’s parents and indulge in an evening of adventure. It’s Halloween night, there are outfits to be worn and parties to attend.

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