Revisiting Craving Beauty

Hope everyone had a lovely weekend! And for all my fantastic British friends, hope you didn't blow up too many fireworks 😉 December 1st not only marks the virtual book tour of Scarred Beauty, but also the release of the sequel to Craving Beauty. If you are new to the world of Wylder Tales, I... Continue Reading →

Writing Wylder Tales

So this post is long overdue, but after my recent Scarred Beauty revision marathon, I needed a break from words. I've still been reading, (determined to finally finish Stephen King's It) and sketching, etc. But I had to take a break from words I write. Tonight, I'm getting back in the saddle again, starting with... Continue Reading →

Sketching Wylder Tales

After my recent Scarred Beauty revision marathon, I needed a break from words I write. I've still been reading, (determined to finally finish Stephen King's It) and sketching, etc. While I work on my super blog post of writerly rambling about Scarred Beauty, I thought I'd share some art teasers instead. So below was my attempt... Continue Reading →

Book Tour Sign-ups!

Exciting news for all you lovely book bloggers! I'm releasing the next installment in my Wylder Tales series, titled Scarred Beauty, Volume 2, a Beauty and the Beast retelling, on December 1st. Prism Book Tours is hosting a week long tour + twitter chat to celebrate, & share some goodies. If you are interesting in... Continue Reading →

With Love for Books Interview

With Love for Books was so kind to interview me as part of their summer blog hop: Reading in the Sun. There are so many lovely titles included in the hop you won't want to miss. But of course, I wanted to share my little spotlight. It's been a while since I've given an interview... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Teaser & Other Things

Other Things This has been long overdue. The last week and half I have been overwhelmed with real life concerns. In a perfect world, I would be able to write unhindered, without breaks. But occasionally, I have to shift my focus to the things in life that matter most. And when that happens, creative pursuits... Continue Reading →

"She forced herself to meet their eyes and silently dared the fakers to pity her, to mourn with her. That was when she saw him, a stranger even stranger than the others, at the back edge of the tent. He stood a head taller than everyone else, his dark hair flattened to his head by the rain and his black eyes enigmatic as they locked with hers. Amie paused and tried to shake the trembling from her limbs. Something hot and electric zapped through her as she looked at him. Thunder crackled in the clouds overhead."

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