Sneak Peek Inside NEW RomCom Release WHEN IT HOOKS YOU #SummerLovin

Today's the day my newest Chick Lit/Romance hits the e-stands at Amazon. We're welcoming it into the world with a review tour, hosted by the fabulous Lady Amber's Reviews. Visit any of the review tour posts linked below (on or after the day indicated) to enter my giveaway - prize is a $10 Starbucks Gift Card & a Beaded Bookmark, just what you need for settling into a good book.

But first, I think it's only fair that I answer the question I always ask of my visiting authors:

Q: Name one song that best captures the essence of WHEN IT HOOKS YOU.

A: Easy. "Friday I'm in Love" by The Cure. The bouncy beat with just a touch of the band's trademark melancholy matches the mood of the story. And the sentiment is perfect for a girl who decides to commit to a life of no commitments. She's free to fall in love with a new guy every Friday. At least that was the plan... 

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(I'll update links directly to the reviews as they go live - bolded blogs are those that've actually posted.)




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I love the second-guessing that goes along with tiptoeing into a new relationship, don't you? Love stories would be pretty boring if both parties strutted into the whole thing with perfect confidence. But our boy Adam shows signs all along that his struggle is beyond the usual. He has very good reason to be cautious about this budding romance with Trish. Unfortunately, she ignores the signs and finds out his reasons too late.  Here's an excerpt that shows some of Trish's and Adam's early tiptoeing.

Excerpt from WHEN IT HOOKS YOU

Trish saw Adam Helms’ name on the visitor list, and her perfect posture sagged. She’d hoped he’d get in touch before his next trip to Chicago, but she hadn’t heard a word from him. Now he was here and hadn’t even attempted to make any plans with her. She could only interpret that to mean he wasn’t interested in a second date.

Probably for the best, she told herself. Not like it could go anywhere, anyhow. Yet she couldn’t deny she’d been hoping for more than a few transient moments with him as he entered and exited the office. Something about that man intrigued her. But if he didn’t find her to be equally intriguing, what could she do about it?

She was pleasant but reserved when he arrived. “Good morning,” she said, keeping any hint of flirtation out of her smile. “You’re a third timer now, so Michael asked me to send you directly to the conference room.”

“Thank you,” was all Adam said before disappearing behind the door to Michael’s side of the office.

Trish lost count of how many times her eyes went to that same door during the next ninety minutes. When Adam finally emerged, she was at the small kitchenette off to the side of the lobby, pouring coffee for a waiting client. She watched him glance at her empty chair. Then his eyes roved the room, stopping when they landed on her.

She immediately redirected her attention toward the other client, walking across the carpet in a practiced saunter—not too provocative, but not completely innocent, either. “Here you go, Mrs. Beneficence. Please let me know if you need anything else. Stephanie should be ready to meet with you in a few minutes.”

When she stood straight and turned toward her desk, Adam’s gaze flicked abruptly away from her, like he’d been caught staring. “Can I help you with something, Mr. Helms? Would you like a bottled water for the road?”

“No…I…” His captivating eyes were back on her. “I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.” He stayed rooted where he stood, looking considerably less haggard than he’d been the last time he’d exited the office, four weeks earlier. Today he was poised and collected, debonair in his perfectly fitted dark suit.

His lingering attention caused Trish to waiver in her coolness. The earnestness in his expression certainly seemed to indicate he wanted more than transient moments with her, as well. She shook it off, resisting the urge to read more into his look than was actually there. He hadn’t called. He wasn’t interested. That was that.

She continued on to her desk and lowered into her chair. “Well, goodbye then.” She gave him a dismissive smile and focused on her computer screen. It felt awful being outright rude to him, but what did he expect? She was embarrassed at having been so forward about adding her name to his contacts. He’d probably deleted her information before he’d even gotten to the hotel.

“Goodbye,” he said. She didn’t look up from her screen, but in her peripheral vision, she saw him spin on his heel and stay hidden behind the plant until the elevator dinged and took him away.

Ten minutes later, with Mrs. Beneficence ferried to her attorney’s office, Trish’s phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number.

What was that?

Who is this?

Adam Helms


I repeat—what was that?

What was what?

In the office. Why could we hardly talk to each other?

I didn’t realize you wanted to talk.

I didn’t want to not talk.


I don’t know what I’m saying.

A few seconds passed with Trish not knowing how to respond. Her phone buzzed again.

I want to see you.

Her heart thudded against her ribcage, and her cold bitch mode melted away to be replaced by coy flirt.

You just did, silly.

Again. I want to see you again.


Too Much Information #IWSG #AmWriting

Do you ever feel like this?

I'm trying to be a good little author and learn more about marketing so that my books can find their audience, and it's awesome to have all these online resources literally at our fingertips, but MAN! There is so much freaking information out there! And everything's always changing, advice often conflicts, and it's just plain impossible to absorb everything.

So I'm simplifying. I just opted out of a whole bunch of Facebook groups, staying in only those I've actually found to be helpful in the past, and I'm going to focus on learning one tiny new thing at a time rather than trying to learn everything and thereby learning nothing.

My latest tiny new thing was to figure out Twitter cards. I noticed that some Thunderclap auto-tweets include a nice picture, some have no picture, and some have really awful blurry pictures. Websites that are set up correctly for Twitter cards are the ones that get the fabulous pics. That's why it's always safest to link back to your own site---assuming it's all set for Twitter cards, that is. I won't overload you with the details, but I have a Wordpress site, so if you have one, too, and you want to learn how to make sure its Twitter cards are nice & shiny, I found this article SO helpful (scroll to Yoast SEO plugin).

And hey, speaking of Thunderclap, would you please, please join mine?


This post is part of the monthly blog hop/therapy session known as Insecure Writers Support Group, founded by the one and clonely Alex J. Cavanaugh.