Thursday, April 30, 2015

Pride Promotions presents Dreams of the Forgotten by Lexi Ander and a Giveaway!

Author Name: Lexi Ander

Book Name: Dreams of the Forgotten         Series: Sumeria’s Sons     Book: 3 Not be read as a standalone

Release Date: March 15, 2015


For Tristan and Ushna, nothing comes easy and with each passing day the challenges grow and the dangers multiply. The safe home they are building for their family and tribe is threatened from all sides, and the peace they seek is being torn apart by enemies and internal strife. Tristan dares not reveal his condition to any but those closest to him, all the while he's plagued by dreams he cannot remember upon waking...

And over all of it hangs the knowledge that his time with Ushna is running out. Because Ushna already has a Flame awaiting rebirth, and though Tristan would die to protect that bond, he constantly struggles against his beast who demands they bind Ushna to their side.

Pages or Words: 63,000

Categories: Fantasy, Gay, Paranormal, Polyamory, Urban Fantasy

Ushna's Lupe, the third form of half-man and half-wolf that all Lycan warriors used for battle, pushed forward as his need to protect took over. Short, fine, black hair burst through his skin under my hands as his chest and arms thickened, his face elongated, and his mouth filled with jagged teeth. Even with fingers tipped with razor-sharp claws, he was careful as he delicately held me in his protective arms. He growled loud and long in warning.

The light switched on, flooding the room with blinding white light. I heard Gregori in the background yelling in anger, followed by a hollow thumping noise, and wounded yells. I scented who'd invaded our bedroom before I gazed over Ushna's shoulder.

Several weeks ago, Elder Koller had made a call to pull childhood friends of ours, Stanley Kendall and Jory Swaine, from California. The suggestion had been made after the Magi Triad had tried to kidnap both Gregori and Ushna, and the elder knew these two were men I trusted. We had been expecting them at any time, and I would've laughed at their antics if I wasn't worried Ushna would eviscerate our friends.

Gregori, his red hair wild, clad only in blue sleep pants, had a fistful of Stan's dark hair and a foot planted in the middle of his back, bowing Stan over backward. Gregori wielded a shoe like it was a Sumerian sword and beat Jory with it. Jory tried to defend himself against the onslaught of the shoe and fight off the two guards who were attempting to subdue him.

"You stupid idiots!" Gregori yelled at the top of his lungs. "You could've hurt him, you oversized oafs! What's wrong with knocking?!"

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

"Ushna is going to eat you and I should let him! It would remind you to respect your alpha!"

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

"Senseless overgrown children!"

Half a dozen guards filed into the room, taking charge of Stan and Jory, relieving a bedraggled Gregori. Scowling furiously at our friends, Gregori gradually crawled onto the bed, talking soothingly to Ushna, who hadn't stopped growling. I ran my hands down his fur-covered back to soothe him.

"Everything is okay, Ushna," Gregori cooed.

I cupped my hands around his face, gazing into his ruby red eyes. "I'm okay," I whispered to him. "Come back to me."

He released the Lupe, and Ushna the man emerged, the harsh and horrific features melting away. His body shuddered, muscles clenched and convulsed as his control returned.

It'd been years since I'd seen our two friends. Where Stan was dark, Jory was light. Stanley Kendall had wavy dark brown hair that roughly covered his brow, but didn't quite touch his collar. His eyes were so brown they were virtually black. He sported a couple days of growth on his chin and cheeks. The stubble looked good against his bronzed skin.

Jory Swaine, on the other hand, had short blond hair, was clean shaven with bright turquoise eyes and golden skin. Stan was broader through the chest with his athletic build while Jory was leaner. Both wore leathers; Jory's pants where loose, hanging low on his hips and revealing the waistband of his boxers, while Stan looked like he was poured into his.

Ushna turned a furious gaze on Stan and Jory, who were standing in the farthest corner, appearing chastised and contrite. "What in the hell were you thinking!" He roared at them. Gregori and I made shushing noises, but Ushna continued to rumble.

"Ah… surprise?" Stan offered weakly, slightly confused.

"Ushna, it's okay; they didn't know," I said.

Ushna snapped his human teeth at our friends. I swear if we'd been alone, I would've jumped and taken him right there.

"Xenres, are you injured?" Corey Bahar was the first to swear a blood oath to me. He'd been Captain until this unexpected growth of the tribe and now he was the newly appointed Arms Master of the Royal Guard. In private, he was most adamant in the use of my title, Xenres, which meant prince in our language. Corey didn't take his sable gaze off Stan and Jory as he approached me. The man looked like he'd been up for hours with his braided blond hair gleaming, clothes pressed and tucked. Did he ever sleep?

Jory chortled at Corey's words, which caused Gregori to throw a shoe and bean Jory in the head.

A string of curse words exploded from Jory. "Dammit, Gregori! What the hell was that for?" He rubbed the sore spot.

Gregori didn't answer. Corey's question was all it took to make Ushna start snarling again as he ran his hands over me, checking for obvious injury. Gregori rubbed small circles on Ushna's back. I grabbed his hands and craned my head around to get him to look me in the eye, to see me.

"Hey, hey! I'm okay. I'm not hurt." I kissed his hands.

"I want Nathan to look at you." Ushna's worried gaze continued to study me. Nathan Janick, my brother and the resident doctor, had meticulously cared for me during my pregnancy so far.

"All right." I knew nothing less would appease him.

Stan watched our exchange. The longer he listened, the more confused he appeared. "What's the big deal?" He crossed his arms, scowling hard. He and Jory had acted as they normally would around us, with carefree roughhousing.

I grabbed Ushna's attention before he could bark back a reply. We'd purposely kept my pregnancy within my inner circle. I hadn't left the Clearwater area, which was my territory. When I needed to go to town, I wore a ring Gregori had made for me, a ring of illusion that had hid my swollen stomach. I didn't meet with outsiders without it.

We hadn't told Stan and Jory. All communication had gone through Elder Janus Koller, who'd recruited them to work for the Elder Council in the Enforcement Division. Neither Ushna nor I had spoken to these two before now. Needless to say, we hadn't anticipated their surprise.

"Master Corey," I calmly said, "we're all right. I'm sorry we woke you." I needed privacy for the talk we were going to have with our old friends.

Corey gave a slight bow. The expression on his face let me know we would be revisiting the issue of posting guards outside the bedroom. I had been successful at convincing Corey that the small group of warriors staying in the house was enough security. We didn't need someone standing on sentry duty in the hallway. To appease Corey, I had even agreed to allow an armed detail to shadow me around the ranch when I left the house. This stunt of Stan's and Jory's would make Cory feel vindicated in his original assessment. I would have to talk quick at the next security meeting to keep the arrangements the way they were now.

"It was no bother, Xenres." Corey shot Jory a hard look when my friend snorted a laugh. He appeared to be gauging whether Jory was being disrespectful to me or making fun of him. "I won't be far if you need me," he said before closing the door behind him.

Jory tried to hide his smirk by rubbing a hand over his face. I knew what was coming before he opened his mouth. "Damn, Tristan. You've got people bowing and scraping to you. What've you been doing?"

About the author:
Lexi has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly) her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named after vacuum cleaners.

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And now for the interview. And let me say I'm a huge fan of Lexi's, lol!

A huge 'thank you' to Decadent Delights for hosting me today!

What comes first, the plot or characters?

It really depends. In Alpha Trine, I created the plot around the character, Zeus. In Sumeria's Sons, I created the characters around the plot. They both have their merits. If I have a plot already in mind, then I know, essentially, where I want to take the story, but I have to create characters who have the motivations to follow the plot that I've laid out. On the flip side, creating a plot around a character is more of a touch and go because the character drives the plot in the direction that they want, and I end up changing direction with the character. In those instances, sometimes the ending isn't the one in which I'd envisioned.

What is the hardest part about writing for you?

The hardest part of writing is getting the thought and feeling from my head onto paper. Sometimes the flow is awesome and I can't write fast enough to keep up. But there are times that I stare at the screen, knowing on a emotional level what I want to convey but the words just won't come. When I attempt to describe or delve in the scene, nothing seems right and I'm unsatisfied. Typing and deleting several times over until I get it right.

What is your most embarrassing moment?

Dude. Back in 2000 I was flying out to see my cousin in Houston, and then we were going to fly to Tuscan together. That was when your loved ones could walk to the gate with you. Anyway. My husband and I arrived at the airport really early, and I hopped to the bathroom before we grab something to eat together. So I was standing in line and the lady at the counter to the left was motioning and whispering. I couldn't hear her so I went closer and closer until I was leaning over the counter to hear her say, "The back of your sundress is tucked into your pantyhose." Y'all, my husband didn't even notice I was walking around the airport with my butt hanging out. Mortified. Honestly, I could have killed him and hid in the bathroom for the next week. Instead, I pretended I wasn't fazed and that no one saw my hiney.

What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?

The worst piece of writing advice I have been given was to describe as little as possible because it wasn't necessary, nobody wanted to read it. When I followed the advice, readers and beta readers began asking if there was something wrong. The stories seemed incomplete, half finished. Granted, there is a certain point in which something can be overly descriptive, but something to consider is there are readers who love it. I cannot tell you how many times I've heard Robert Jordan criticized about his descriptions. My husband hated it, I loved it. It's all about personal preference. So my advice to new authors would be to find your own balance and style.

The best piece of advice, get rid of info dumps. I love information, especially in fantasy/sci-fi. But when writing it, I can just drop the info in one section instead of dolling it out where and when it was needed. I'm getting better at this and I figure I will continue to struggle with it for a little while since writing professionally is still new.

Do you listen to music while writing? If so what?

I love listening to music while writing because it can help to push the flow and emotion of certain scenes. Each story gets their own play list but there are some staple songs that usually make it on to each one.

One Thing – Eleven Finger
Hero – Skillet
This Is How A Heart Breaks – Rob Thomas
Serenity – Godsmack
Drive – Melissa Ferrick
Down and Out – Tantric
Burn – The Cure
The Pretender – Foo Fighters

Sometimes I only listen to game soundtracks because they are all instrumental but still able to convey emotion, intention. Some of my favorites are:

Halo 4 (although they all are great)
Songs of Skyrim
300 (Original Motion Picture)
Journey (The Original Soundtrack from the Video Game)
Mass Effect 3

(Although not soundtracks, still excellent instrumental music)
Lindsey Sterling
Feather and Skull – Adrian von Ziegler

Do you have a favorite quote or saying?

“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”
― Frank Herbert, Dune

What is it about fantasy/science fiction that attracts you?

What draws me? Being able to imagine something different from the norm, to work outside of the box creating a story/plot/characters that are in some way different than what came before. For me, it's very freeing because it like exploring an unknown landscape, drawing in my mind's eye of what I want to see, and then putting what I see into words.

Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Pride Promotions presents Crossed Hearts by K. Vale and a Giveaway!

Author Name: K. Vale

Book Name: Crossed Hearts         Book one in the Hearts and Scars series

Release Date: April 27, 2015

One heart’s been broken. The other is secondhand.

Kory Vansant doesn’t deserve to be alive.

As time sucks him dry of energy, sapping the final ounces of strength from his congenitally enlarged heart, he's forced to end his career as Kory Kent, porn star. Staring down death, he questions his life choices and prays for a miracle. For another chance at life, he vows to change who he is at his core.

His prayers are answered. A perfect heart now beats in his chest, but it comes at a heavy price. The donor is an innocent young man cut down far too prematurely.

Kory's blemished history and his donor's spotless past are far from ideal matches.

As his debts skyrocket, Kory can’t help but think his resolve to walk the high road is being tested. After he meets the adorable Will Squire at the gravesite they both visit, he’s doubly damned because there’s no way he can keep up his end of the bargain. What happens when a man breaks a deal with a higher power?

Will often prefers the company of the dead to that of the living. Following a bad breakup, he pours himself into his two jobs—funeral director at his uncle’s mortuary and part-time paramedic. He’s drawn ever closer to Kory, as if fate sticks her fickle hand in and pushes them together like two unlikely puzzle pieces. But sometimes history can’t be buried, and maybe divine intervention isn’t always right. Will discovers everyone is imperfect, no matter how pretty the outer package, and opening one’s heart is never easy, but can be oh, so worth the pain.

Pages or Words: 70,000 words

Categories: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

The man scratched the scrub on his chin. “Heart recipient,” he said finally. “I’m Kory—umm…Kory Vansant.” Holding out his hand, he took another step. Will’s fingers were swallowed in warm skin and bone.
“Will Squire.” Again, he couldn’t tear his gaze from the tease of scar tissue jutting from the crotch of Kory’s shirt collar. The urge to reach out and trace a finger over the pink relief of healed tissue was strong. Just like I touched Brandon’s incision. The stark difference between the two—one wound marking the end of a life and the other a salvation—was surreal. Will was nothing but an outsider looking in on a miracle, but somehow he felt he’d come around full circle.
“Want me to get naked so you can see the whole thing?”
Will closed his eyes for a moment and then looked up, his face flaming with a mix of embarrassment and immediate, fierce arousal. “I’m sorry. Totally rude.”
Kory smiled good-naturedly. “No worries. It’s a way to reclaim who I am, or was. Or some crap. I’m not just my medical status, like they keep saying at my support group.”
“No. Of course you’re not.”
He laughed loud and deep, and the warmth in Will’s face drifted down his body. “I’ve adopted it as my little icebreaker whenever people stare,” Kory said.
“Well, ice broken.” Will gulped. Hell, ice melted into a rolling boil.

About the author:
K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at

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Publisher: Kimber Vale

Cover Artist: Dana Priebe

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If you could have one paranormal ability, what would it be?
I’d love to be able to fly, but I suppose that isn’t terribly practical. If I were the only person who could take to the skies, I’d likely be gunned out of them in short order. Maybe something like telekinesis—it’s much more subtle with the potential to do both good and evil. I’d be interested to see whether I go supervillain or superhero.

Do you use a pen name? If so, how did you come up with it?
I do. It’s a compilation of Kimber, which is a nickname my BF in middle and high school gave me a la Gem and the Holograms, and Vicki Vale from Batman (a coworker used to call me Kim Basinger once upon a time).

How do you keep your writing different from all the others that write in this particular genre?
Well, I don’t know that I’m different from all the other MM authors out there… I guess I basically write what I like to read (real-feeling characters, slower-building love, heavy on the romance and humor, hot sex with an occasional kink, light on the angst) and avoid the things I don’t care for (instalove, unrealistic characters and dialog, vilified women, BDSM). I should clarify that I enjoy reading angst, but I’m not great at writing it. I try, but judging by most reviews, my readers wouldn’t consider my stuff angst-heavy.

What would we find under your bed?
I’m guessing dust and cat puke. Wait here, I’ll go look.
Okay. Definitely dust, a backpack, a long bow, and some sort of Japanese sword because my husband is weird.

Favorite non-alcoholic drink?
Coffee in the morning and tangerine Mio in water after that.

What are your favorite TV shows?
The hubs and I watch Walking Dead and Talking Dead religiously, Tosh, Amy Schumer, True Detective, Game of Thrones, Z Nation, and, most recently, Turn: Washington’s Spies. Oh, and I lovelovelove Drunk History.

How do you personally distinguish between pornography, erotica, and erotic romance?
Porn is visual, in my opinion. Erotica and erotic romance can have the exact same sexual elements, but straight erotica is missing the emotional connection of a romance. It’s difficult to write a short erotic romance, but it can be done, usually with characters that have a history before your story starts. In most cases, erotic romance ends up longer to allow time for the characters to develop that intimate connection.

Do you hear from your readers much? What do they say?
Not too often, so I’m thrilled when I do. Mostly I’m asked if there will be more books in my Shooting Stars series. The answer is yes, I’m working on a Shooting Stars 3.5 called Balancing Act, which involves Kyrie and Greg having a few loose ends tied up, and the introduction of my MC for book 4 (Swedish supermodel, Anders). I also have two more books planned for my Hearts & Scars series if anyone is curious (Mando and Jake’s book is next, and Matt gets the third).

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Update on Behind the Eight Ball

So, I turned in Behind the Eight Ball to Dreamspinner on the 23rd. Yay! I haven't heard anything yet, but hopefully I will soon. :)

The story ended up at 71K. That's a little less than Trouble Comes in Threes. The series is called the Fur, Fang, and Felines series. LOL. Tal, Kirk, and Dolf are in this, of course, but it's Heller's story.

A cool autumn morning, a yard full of birds, and a kitty on a mission. What more could a shifter want? Beta Heller Wirth has it all… except a mate: a shifter mate, that is. He’s been looking, but so far it’s a no-go in the fate department. And after seeing how happy Dolf is with Tal and Kirk, Heller really wants to meet that special someone... as long as he's a shifter.

Frankly Heller can’t think of anything worse than having a human mate. Many in his clowder agree. While Kirk may be okay, Heller knows humans are dangerous. They kill without remorse. They destroy whatever they touch. They just can’t be trusted. Period. He ought to knowhis sister died at the hands of a human lover, and Heller can’t forgive humanity for that. 

So of course the goddess Bast gives him a human mate. While getting his truck detailed, fate strikes. Heller catches a whiff of his mate. Oh, he's a happy kitty... until he figures out that scent's from a human. He reacts badly and runs—and by doing so, rejects his mate. 

Lawson Dupre isn’t exactly sure what just happened in his car detail shop. One minute there was a guy about to pass out, then he seemed okay and was even flirting, and then he runs out the door like the hounds of Hell were after him. Lawson’s best friend and one of the co-owners of the shop, Janelle Foles, quickly explains who she suspects the stranger is to Lawson.

Welcome to the wonderful world of shifters lol.

Which Lawson knows all aboutbecause Janelle’s also not human. Lawson is one of those rare humans who know paranormals exist. Janelle and her brother, Marshell, are Vetalassnake-like paranormals. So finding out his mate is a werecat isn’t freaking Lawson out. The fact that his mate seems to hate humans is. If that’s not enough to deal with, there’s a werewolf stalking Lawson.

Watch the fur fly as Heller and Lawson struggle to overcome deeply misguided beliefs and hurt feelings. As Heller and Lawson work out their problems, tension builds around them. 


                                                                                                Heller's bedroom                                        

Inside of Heller's home.

             Heller as a cat.
The eyes are the wrong color. They should be a bright blue in this form. :)                                                                        






Thursday, April 23, 2015

Sharing a blog post from Bailey Bradford

Please read!

This is a post done by Bailey Bradford on her blog on 4/21/15. I'm going to share it here and also add the link for the post on her blog at the end. I actually live near her friend and have spent time at St Jude's Children's Hospital with my oldest and his asthma. It's a great hospital that really focuses on children's needs. 

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Cherri and Family

Today is a bad day, and my thoughts are all jumbled. I'll try to have an installment up late tonight if I can get my brain to calm down.

Y'all who have been following the blog for a while probably know of Cherri, my buddy. She's been my roomie, along with Jaymi, at the two GRL's I attended. She came out to visit this past November and we stayed at the beach. She's an awesome friend and I love her dearly. She has incredible kids, too. I've met them. I love them. I adore all of them.

Two days ago, Cherri and I were texting and she told me her son, Peyon (he's 10) was having trouble breathing. He has severe asthma and allergies, so this happens. She'd done his treatments and he was resting, but she was going to take him to the dr in the morning. She did. The doctor thought Peyton had a collapsed lung and sent her to a hospital yesterday. Then the doctors there thought it wasn't collapsed, just being squeezed by fluid.

This morning, they told Cherri Peyton has cancer, a mass on his lung that's spread to his back and is probably still spreading. He's been moved to St Jude's-- Cherri lives in MS but close to TN, so they'd gone to a hospital there already-- and doctors are going to do biopsies and more tests.

I just can't even grasp this. I can't imagine how Cherri and her family must feel, how scared Peyton is. My family knows them, loves them, and just...there are just no words.

I asked Amber to start a GoFundMe for Cherri and family. I'm going to post the link here and if you can, please donate, share, pray, all of the above, whichever one you can do, anything. I'd appreciate it and so would Cherrita.

Meanwhile, I have to get out of the house for a while. I can't be still today.

And I wish I could give y'all a huge, huge **huggz** in person, but I can't, so just know there's ***HUGGZ*** here.

Peyon's Medical GoFundMe

Monday, April 20, 2015

Pride Promotions presents Justice Prevails by Morticia Knight and a Giveaway!

Author Name: Morticia Knight

Book Name: Justice Prevails         Series: Sin City Uniforms            Book: Three (Can be read as a standalone)

Release Date: April 6, 2015


Never judge a sexy man by his cover.

Detective Beau Williams is hard-working, dedicated, and professional. He enjoys the finer things in life, but with his heavy caseload that includes what Beau suspects is a new serial killer, he has no time to enjoy much of anything. What the tall redhead needs is someone to shake him up a little.

Investigative Technician Austin Kent never met a snarky joke he didn’t like - or a set of stairs that couldn’t trip him up. One night after a devastating episode at work, Austin sees something else he likes - the handsome detective he’s seen around the station whom he’s always wondered about. But after he makes a drunken fool of himself in front of Detective Williams, he’s sure there’s no hope.

Beau and Austin’s worlds collide right away when Austin is sent to pick up some evidence at the station. Amidst a myriad of twists and turns in the troubling serial killer style murders of Vegas conventioneers, Austin and Beau discover that there’s more to the other than they’d originally thought. There might even be more they’d like to give – unless the killer has the final say.

Pages or Words: 50,662 words

Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Men In Uniform, Mystery, Thriller


 After stepping out of the car, he was once again surprised when Beau took his hand, pulling him, the action reminding Austin that he was wanted. I could really fucking get used to such a thing. In a short time it had gone from being foreign to something he craved.
They remained in silence. Beau unlocked the flimsy looking door to a unit a couple of numbers down from the car then pushed inside, dragging Austin along with him, kicking the it shut behind them. Beau didn’t bother with the light, instead he slammed Austin up against what turned out not to be as flimsy as he’d thought and ravaged Austin’s mouth.
Beau’s fists clutched the fabric of Austin’s shirt as he hovered over him, grinding his heated erection against Austin’s leg. Austin was done thinking. He grasped Beau’s tight ass that still had enough soft flesh on it for him to knead. He pressed his fingers into Beau’s butt cheeks over and over, the thin fabric of his dress pants a tease. Austin could slide between those cheeks once they were naked.
Yeah. That would be good.
As Beau continued to keep command of his mouth, Austin angled his body to get his stiffened length aligned with Beau’s. The damn jeans were too thick, too heavy. He wanted the sensation of skin on skin.
Beau broke free from his lips but continued to use them on Austin’s jaw then traveled down his neck until he reached the spot on his chest right above the opening of his shirt. Beau licked him there, still grinding, using his fingers to work on the buttons. Austin arched into Beau’s mouth, tangling his own fingers in Beau’s beautiful red hair, running them through the short soft strands over and over.
Once Beau had opened his shirt, he shoved it down Austin’s arms. They did a funny dance where Austin turned and twisted as Beau frantically yanked off Austin’s clothes. He fumbled with Austin’s jeans next. They both grunted, panting and groaning as they anxiously grasped at each other. The sound of the Velcro of his sandals signaled that it was time to get his denim all the way off. As soon as those had been kicked aside, he was left standing in his briefs, his tank already shed.
“You next.” Austin gasped it out.
“I gotta see you first.”

About the author:
M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys hot stories of men loving men forever after. They can be men in uniform, Doms and subs, rock stars or bikers - but they're all searching for the one (or two!) who was meant only for them.

When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on more installments of Sin City Uniforms and The Hampton Road Club, as well as the follow-up to Bryan and Aubrey's story from Rockin' the Alternative.

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