Rhys is live! 

Rhys is live! For the first time ever I’ve published on several retailers. Grab your copy today. 

★Blurb★

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He has everything planned… except her. 

Rhys lives a life of solitude — one he’s perfectly content with. That is until his friend Vinny is found murdered. There are secrets and half-truths at every corner, but he’s determined to find out what happened. 

Averill is exactly where she wants to be in life after years of running. She’s opened her own boutique and can finally breathe again. She thought she was safe… until her world collides with the dark shadows of Rhys’. 

When he unknowingly puts her in the path of a serial killer, will he be able to protect her? Even if it means becoming the killer he’s trained to be?
★Buy links★

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Amazon → http://bit.ly/RhysDBJames

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Rhys News

It’s been ages since I’ve updated y’all.

I feel horrible.

My excuse is valid though.

I’ve been writing.

Rhys is in my beta-readers hands as I type. He’ll be off to my editor on Monday. My cover is done and it’s stunning. When my lovely designer Megan over at Mischievous Designs, sent me a sneak peak, I was speechless. All I sent her in reply was one word… Dude. It’s hard to render me speechless. Anyone who knows me will tell you how much I love to talk. But my girl Megan has outdone herself yet again.

I. Can’t. Wait. To. Show. You.

And I will. Soon-ish.

The official release date for Rhys is February 23rd.

I’ll have pre-order links and more info to follow in a week or so. Maybe sooner.

If you’d like to add him to your Goodreads shelf you can do so by following this link. → bit.ly/goodreadsRhys

Synopsis 

He has everything planned… except her.

Rhys lives a life of solitude — one he’s perfectly content with. That is until his friend Vinny is found murdered. There are secrets and half-truths at every corner, but he’s determined to find out what happened.

Averill is exactly where she wants to be in life after years of running. She’s opened her own boutique and can finally breathe again. She thought she was safe… until her world collides with the dark shadows of Rhys’.

When he unknowingly puts her in the path of a serial killer, will he be able to protect her? Even if it means becoming the killer he’s trained to be?

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Indie Author Spotlight, Teagan Hunter

If you know anything about me, you know I LOVE Teagan Hunter. She’s one of my closest friends. The peanut butter to my jelly. The yin to my yang.

 Any-who… She was kind enough to stop by and answer a few questions for you. YAY!

♦♦♦Stay tuned until the end of this post for a #GIVEAWAY for a kindle set of 4 books♦♦♦

1. What’s it like being married to a Marine?

Entertaining. Difficult. Exhausting. Amazing. Take your pick. Because of his job, it’s incredibly difficult to make plans and to stick with them, so that part gets obnoxious rather quickly. I also don’t get to see him as often as I’d like, especially since he is stateside and works just a few minutes from home. But, I wouldn’t trade any of it for anything. This experience has been amazing and it’s made our strong bond even stronger.


2. Which of your characters do you relate to the most? Why?

Rae, because what the fuck is a filter? Second would be Haley.

3. When writing, I have to listen to music. It’s an absolute must for me. The TV has to be off and I can only have certain types of artists playing. What are your writing quirks?

This varies from book to book. When I wrote Here’s to Tomorrow, it mainly happened at Starbucks while only listening to a band called Transit (they are frequently mentioned in the novel). For Here’s to Yesterday, I primarily listened to Mayday Parade and worked at Starbucks exclusively. For Here’s to Forever, I wrote when/wherever I could. Here’s to Now was…yeah. That book was so hard to write. So, I guess my long-winded answer is that I don’t have many quirks. I write where I feel comfortable with music that puts me in the mood. Oh, and I always have a cup of coffee nearby.

4. Who has been your biggest inspiration?

Writing wise? Colleen Hoover (that hurts to type). She’s this giving, amazing, selfless woman, and I truly admire that. She doesn’t forget where she came from and she doesn’t hold herself in higher standards to anyone. Her career is calm and real. I love that.

In general? My husband. He knows why.

5. Since publishing your first novel, what has been your biggest reader compliment? Toughest criticism?


I get a lot of compliments on my snark and how real/relatable my characters are. I think the toughest criticism would be the same. Further proof that not everyone reads the same books. 😉

6. If you could trade places with any fictional character who would it be and why?


Any? It doesn’t have to be one of mine, right? Layken Cooper. Why? Because she’s married to Will Cooper and I’d love a piece of that.

7. What are two things readers would be surprised to know about you?


Um…I don’t know. This is hard because I’m pretty much an open book. Maybe that I’ve worked behind the scenes in the industry for 6 years. I suppose something else would be that I did not start watching Supernatural when it premiered in 2005. I’ve only been watching it since 2012.

To buy all of Teagan’s books  Buy me, Buy me, Buy me.

To stalk her via her webpage Shenanigans

Like her on Facebook STALK HER

Have Instagram? She’s on there as well. Book Selfies & Shit

Like to send out tweets? Find her on Twitter. Tweet Tweet

Now, remember I said there’d be a giveaway? Here it is. Since the post is originating on my blog, I’m not forced to use the rules of Facebook, even though you’ll be entering on there. I’m sneaky. All it takes to enter to win ALL 4 of Teagan’s books is this… follow the link below to the Facebook post, comment on it, AFTER you’ve like both of our pages. Mine can be found here, Teagan’s can be found here. Easy, right? Like our pages and comment on the post on Facebook. That’s all. I’ll use random.org to pick a winner on 12/19. Good Luck.

ENTER HERE!

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I met a man today…

I met a man today from Syria.

I’ve had a disastrous trip back to Michigan. If it could happen, it’s happened. Anyway I’m flying back to Orlando today, less than 24 hours later.

My hotel offered a shuttle service back to the airport so I took them up on the offer.

My driver was from Syria but he didn’t tell me, at least not at first.

As we were leaving the hotel parking lot, we saw a drag queen, in full drag getting into her car. My driver said, “God Bless America, land of the free.” His comment led to our conversation about how lucky we Americans are. I said how sad the CBS Evening News makes me daily, when I see the war images from Syria. My driver got real quiet and took a moment to collect himself.

He then said the words that gave me pause.

“I’m from Syria.”

We continued to talk about how he ended up here in the U.S. He’s been here for nearly 10 years himself but he’s the only one in his family to be here. All of them are still in Syria. He hasn’t spoken to his brother in three weeks now. He can’t get a hold of him and fears the worst. He’s family lived in Aleppo. They fled for safety from the city over a year ago but he’s unsure where he’s brother is. He doesn’t know if any of his family will live to see tomorrow. They’re in a camp on the outskirts of Aleppo.

This man who is in our country and is now legally a citizen of the United States, gave me insight on the war in Aleppo unlike anything the news has given me. And trust me the picture the news paints is horrible. Nightmare worthy. I cried with this man for his family and prayed with him for them. I prayed for him. I prayed for his home country. His birthplace. A place that some people in positions of power (cough cough, the president elect) says breeds terrorist. This man wasn’t a terrorist. He was kind, humble, not racist, open minded when it came to the drag queen, and thankful to be free.

As my ride was over and he handed me my suitcase, I hugged him and he hugged me back. He thanked ME for being so lovely. For praying for his family.

As I sit here waiting for my flight back to Florida, I can’t help but think of this man and his family. If you’re the praying sort, please pray for his country tonight. Pray that someday they find peace.

I Am Thankful For…

November is the time of year when people seem to say what they’re thankful for. Thanksgiving is the day we do it more often than not. Years ago it used to be only on Thanksgiving. Now with the help of social media, people are able to say every day during the month what they’re thankful for. My whole thought process is this…

Why only use this month/today to state what we’re thankful for? 

We should be thankful everyday that we’ve woke to greet another morning. I know, I am.

While I may have had a mostly down week, I’m choosing to put that aside and think about everything good in my life. This year I’ve had many blessings. I’ve also had more than my share of hard times. (Haven’t we all?) Anyway, I’m going to join in on the cliché and share some things I’m thankful for this year.

My family. Above all they’ve been my rock, my sounding board, my safe harbor. By now you’ve probably read the acknowledgements in my book, (or the dedication!) and you know how much my family means to me. Most days I don’t know what I’d do without them to lean on.

My friends. Y’all, my friends are the shit! I know without a doubt, if I needed ANYTHING, they’d be there in a heartbeat to help. Some of them I’ve never even met in real life. It doesn’t mean I love them any less. One group of friends, has helped pull me through some of my darkest times simply by being there.

Sunshine. I know, weird right? I’m thankful for the sunshine. Why? Because it rises every single day and reminds me that this thing called life is beautiful. It makes me happy. My skin may not like it very much. but I do.

Dr. Voogd & Justin.  Another weird one, am I right? Who thanks their doctors? This chick. Why? Because they listen to me. They don’t toss medicine at me and hope it helps my issues. They don’t use medical terms to confuse me. They simply listen and treat me like a friend. Not a patient. Not a number. They never rush me. And together I have all the faith in them that they’ll help me with my back issues. Even if it’s more surgery, I know that I can trust in these two.

My freedom. I’m thankful, I’m an American. This year has been absolutely insane. The presidential election. Police shootings. Racial profiling. Terrorist attacks. Hate crimes of all natures. It’s truly a scary time in our lives. But yes, even with all of this, I’m thankful I’m an American. For now, I still have all my rights. We may not know what the new President Elect is going to do but I’m choosing to believe he’ll do right by my country.(crosses fingers) I’m free to speak my mind and write this post. I’m free to love who I want to love. No matter their skin color, sexual orientation, or if they’re a foreigner here illegally. Right now, I’m free to love whoever I want. Love is love is love. Free.

Indie Authors. Since hitting publish back in August, I’ve become part of a gang. A super cool gang. The indie author community. And they rock my socks. I have this group of authors (some even traditionally published) that I can lean on and ask for advice. They’ve all been in my shoes, or will be shortly. I love them. We push each other to do our best and help build one another up. It’s amazing. Which brings me to my next subject…

Books. I’m thankful every single day for my books. Books take me away to worlds unknown. I can be a wizard, an enchantress, a faerie, or a college student who meets a rich businessman. Books let me be whoever the hell I wanna be. ❤

Music. Again like books, music takes me away. For 3 1/2 minutes while listening to a song, I’m taken away to another time. I love every single second of it. Music is my vice.

Tell me… what are you thankful for? 

Adventures on the road. Part 2

You may be wondering what happened on the rest of my journey cross-country. Well, you’re in luck, I’m about to tell you. After the incident with the Joyride truck, we pulled the 5th wheel into our park in Nashville. We had arrived. I was home for the next few days. Ah. All should’ve been well, right?

Wrong. 

When we opened the door we were greeted with melted ice cream, EVERYWHERE.

Not 1, not 2, not 3, containers of ice cream. No. We had to have 4 in the freezer. All brand new and unopened. Why? Because that shit was on sale. I’m talking cheap as heck. $1.25 cheap. We loaded up the freezer. Ice cream for us is a treat, we rarely even buy it. And besides, we knew it would be fine in the freezer, it would survive the journey. We have the freezer that is supposed to stay sealed, and not come open while traveling. No matter how many bumps we hit it’s always stayed closed.

Until now.

Want to know what a pool of melted ice cream looks like? My kitchen floor. At 8 o’clock in the evening. On a Sunday. In Nashville. After driving for nearly ten hours. And being chased down by the truck from Joyride. (I may actually be going insane.)

Pops is swearing.

Mama is flabbergasted.

I’m… numb.

I mean, I did survive the whole trucker incident, even if that was in my head. The point is, I’m tired as hell, my back is killing me, and all I want is my bed. But no, thanks to our mother-trucking freezer, we get to clean up ice cream for a good hour before any of that happens.  Thank you, pain medication. 

So, I leave Mama in the car with the fur-babies, and I go in to start cleaning up. We both know that Pops isn’t going to do that along with setting up the trailer. It’s up to us to clean up the melted goop. After all it was us who bought it.

I swear if avoiding stepping in melted goop was an Olympic event, I’d win the gold. I weaved my way through the mess like a champ. All on my way to the bathroom to grab some towels to sop it up, before scrubbing the floor.

I grabbed 4 towels. My whole theory was, 4 tubs of ice cream, 1 towel per tub. Again, I was wrong.

Did I mention along with the liquefied goo, there were chocolate malt balls, gobs of peanut butter, hunks of cheesecake and other bits of candy? No? Well there was. TONS OF IT.

By the time, I’m on my second towel, Mama has joined me in my cleaning venture. My back can’t take much more and we’ve barely made a dent. It’s under boxes, the cooler, cupboards, Frasier’s litter box, even on the carpet.

I feel like crying.

Mama forces me to stop cleaning, take some of pain medication for my back, and to rest. Only problem is, I can’t really rest anywhere. Because… ice cream.

After nearly an hour, the mess is mostly cleaned. We’ve trashed at least 6 towels. The trailer smells like PineSol instead of peanut butter. (#NotWinning) And we’re finally going to give in and call it a night. Hopefully some sweet dreams will be found soon.

Days later, I’m still finding melted ice cream in weird places. Like splashed on my car. Only way I can figure it ended up there was when we tossed the trashed towels out the door.

I think it’ll be awhile before I buy ice cream again.