A peek at my WIP ‘Finding Immortal’ and my battle with ‘the pit’

For the last few days I’ve been in a funk. You know that point where you can no longer form a coherent sentence? Where any words you string together are a bit crap, or even a lot crap. And even those times where you seem to be able to kill it when writing dialogue but as soon as you need to add the action, reaction, emotion, you fall on your ass and pick yourself up only to rather unceremoniously face plant the floor? That stage of writing – that’s where I’m at. In that dark little pit trying to claw my way out. Of course, the faster I claw, the further I slip so maybe some quiet contemplation is needed. Hmm.

I keep reading and rereading my earlier chapters and thinking – hey, I wrote that, I like it – so why can’t I do it anymore? I dunno. We all get to this stage though, that’s for sure. Then, at some point, something strikes and we can do it again. I’m waiting for that moment, but in the meantime, I thought I’d share a little bit of my WIP because one of my cp’s tagged me to do so. So here’s the opening of Finding Immortal – it’s still a little rough around the edges and there’s stuff I need to add per my amazing cp’s advice.

Finding Immortal

The text notification from my cellphone cut into my thoughts with the sharpness of a razors edge. Another message from Alex. I knew without casting so much as a glance at the screen. It was always him. Lana preferred email and sent me pictures of whatever country she’d chosen to gallivant through that week. I tipped my head back, staring into the sky above the Mallory estate. Clouds, heavy with the weight of unfallen snow, hung low, threatening to explode at any moment.

Lucas shifted next to me on the cold porch steps. “Aren’t you going to read it?” His breath billowed into the air, mixing with the muted light of the frosty morning.

Shaking my head, I pulled my phone from my jeans pocket and tossed it to Lucas. “No point.” Alex’s messages only ever consisted of one letter, a simple ‘x’, and though I’d replied on several occasions, asking how and where he was, he never responded.

Lucas slipped my cell into the front pocket of his green hoodie.

I tried to take a deep breath, but the familiar stabbing at my chest prevented anything more than a small inhale. For the past three months, the simplest of things hurt, opening my eyes each morning ranking amongst the most painful. My mind began to fog, pulling me back to the night of the ferocious battle with Sol and Selena. The night the colors in my world had paled to barely recognizable blurs of insignificance. Nathaniel’s face flashed and I clawed at the memory, desperate to hold it strong and unwavering, but as always, it faded to obscurity.

I raised my head as the crunch of hurried footsteps sounded across the yard of the Mallory estate. Kyle’s black hair lay flat and damp against his forehead, his maroon t-shirt and gray sweatpants bearing the sweat patches of his run. As he drew closer, he pulled his earphones from his ears and whipped off his top, then used it to scrub the moisture from his face.

Lucas rose from the steps to greet him. “Just in time, breakfast’s ready.”

Kyle slung his t-shirt across one shoulder and used his other hand to rub his taught stomach. “Good, I’m starving.”

Lucas pushed the front door open and stepped inside.

Kyle held his hand out to me. “You coming?”

I dropped my gaze to the ground. “No, I’m not hungry.”

One, two, three. I counted the maroon stripes on Kyle’s sneakers, at the same time, wondering when he’d begun to color co-ordinate his wardrobe.

“Tough shit, babe. You’re eating.” Kyle grasped my wrist and pulled me from my perch. I landed with a thud against his solid chest.

So I’ve kinda killed two birds with one stone(<<< ooo – a cliché, I should know better). I’ve talked about my feelings without talking about my feelings and I’ve shared some words. Now I’m off to stare out of the window. Hope the rest of you are coming along well in your writing endeavors!

The Life Stages of a Pantsers Manuscript

A friend of mine is faced with having to write her first full-length novel for a few years. It’s not going to be a problem for her – well, she thinks it will be, but her words are so epic that I know it’ll be fantastic once it’s done, even if she hits some rocks along the road. But it got me to thinking about the life stages of our books. I know we are all different, but for your amusement, here’s mine.

0 Words – Stark Beginnings

In the beginning – there was… actually, I don’t know what there was. The beginning of a book is not when you or I put pen to paper, it’s when that first little seed enters the brain. Who knows how it begins? I couldn’t tell you. I do know, that for me, it began with an image while listening to a song, but something must’ve triggered it before that? Maybe…



500 Words…of notes

So now I have the main characters name and a little background. But not much more. But I do know her hair color. Hell yeah!

2000 Words…still notes

Whoop whoop! – I now have names of LIs, Protagonist, and friends and a tiny bit of their background.

—— Words…I’ve lost count

My notepad doesn’t have a word counter, but it’s full up and I have everyone. Still…I have no plot.

200 Words…of my manuscript

So it begins. Kind of. Or is this complete crap. Should I delete it and start again? What’s going on. Anyone know?



1000 Words in.

I have main character, I have setting, I have action. I have…crap – which character should I introduce next. I should really know this by now.

0 Words in.

That was rubbish. Start again.

2500 words in.

I did it!!! I wrote a chapter. OMG – It’s fabulous. I can totally do this.


10000 words in.

Still rocking it!


12000 Words in.

That’s just….that’s just awful. I don’t even know what that is.


15000 words in.

I Wonder what everyone’s up to on Twitter.


25000 Words in.

And….I’m baaaack. I am the QUEEN of this place. Ooo, yeah. Look what I just wrote. How freakin awesome is that. Honestly…my own genius scares me.




30000 Words in.

I am a total failure.



40000 Words in.

Beginning – check. Middle – check. Ugh – what’s that chapter all about. CUT.

50000 Words in.

There’s a pigeon in that tree. And a squirrel in that one. Ooo – a dragonfly. *Runs off to have a look.


50005 Words in.

That dragonfly sure was pretty. I wonder what other colors they come in. Google has the answers….

60000 Words in.

I actually just don’t care anymore.

65000 Words in.

Oh yes, now I’m rocking it like the God that I am.


65002 Words in.

Wait…what? That’s crap!!! *Jams finger on delete key.


30000 Words in.

I can’t believe I just deleted 35k words. *Sobs while jamming cake into mouth.


30000 Words in and several weeks later.

*Peeks out from under pillow fort. Area seems safe. Snatches notepad from beneath junk food rubbish while swigging cola.

30000 Words in.

I guess I turned into a plotter somewhere along the way….

40000 Words in.

Yes. This is much better.

50000 Words in.

Is it really better? Is this too much? Are there too many twists? Consults critique partner.


60000 Words in.

OMG – I did NOT see that coming. Thank you character who shall not be named for guiding me toward the light.

70000 Words in.

*Stares at screen. Sniffles. Is it really over?

75000 Words in.

Of course not. Layer – you idiot.

80000 Words in. Several months later.

Draft one million and sixty finished.

77000 Words in and several weeks later.

CP’s have ripped it to pieces and I’ve put it back together again. Off to the editor it goes.

OMG – I’m finished. Now I can do all those things I wanted to when I was writing.


A half hour later.

*Fires up laptop… Chapter One….


And there you have it. My writing process. I would love to know yours!

People Appreciation

My amazing critique partner, Kathy, wrote a post this week about some of the things she’s experienced on the road to getting published. It’s a great article, and you can read it here.

Throughout most of Kathy’s writing life, she’s been flying solo, doing it all herself, with very little (as in zero) in the way of support. Her achievements are mighty and I’m in awe of everything that she’s done. Which leads me to think about my own experiences, which are not at all like Kathy’s.

When I started out writing Fractured Immortal, it was just me and a pad for maybe a couple of weeks. Then I found Twitter and met some amazing people on there who were all in varying stages of the writing process. Of course, I had the internet to run to whenever I ran into a problem too, so that was very helpful. Because of changing times, there’s a plethora of information on writing available to anyone who runs a search – which I did, on many, many occasions. This wasn’t the case for Kathy, she really did do it all on her own.

In June (I think) of last year, I dipped my toe in the slush comp pond and from that I met more amazing writers. Everything I thought I knew changed. Turns out I didn’t know very much at all. I partnered up with Kathy and Kate, Sarah cast her eyes over my queries too, then I partnered up with Tasha as well, who orchestrated a new critique partner group consisting of me, Kathy, Tasha and Diana – so I gained Diana too – I’m such a lucky girl.

This is us!


Then NaNoWriMo hit and Dena, who I’d been friends with for ages on Twitter (and someone I totally fangirled after reading her awesome book), took part in NaNo and we spurred each other on. From that, another new partnership was forged. So, on my side I now have: Tasha, Kathy, Sarah, Kate, Dena and Diana. These guys are all, in some way, responsible for my growth as a writer. Add to this the people who beta read my manuscript – Jake, Nancy and Nori, Kate too – (she can basically do everything, that girl, AND she edited Fractured Immortal!) as well as some others – wow, check out all the support I had and still have.

Years of learning and information was canned up and fed to me in a short space of time and the change in my writing because of it is massive. I still have a lot to learn, but I have so many people to lean on, it’s pretty amazing. I appreciate everything these guys have done and continue to do for me. I honestly don’t know how Kathy managed it all by herself – she’s flippin superwoman.

I can’t begin to express my gratitude to these guy’s, which is a bit crap – being a writer and all, but all I can say is that someone, somewhere, must’ve been watching over me to have brought these people into my life. So here’s some major people appreciation to the people who gave up their time to support me. Thank you. I love y’all dearly.




My non-traditional writing prompts

I know a lot of people tend to use writing prompts when they’re a bit flummoxed. I do too, though not in the traditional sense. This post is a direct result of a conversation I had the other day regarding writing prompts and what works for an individual.

So, what is a writing prompt?

A writing prompt is usually a statement, sentence or question around which you will construct a story or answer.

In their traditional sentence, they rarely work for me. What they will do is get me writing, no doubt about that, but they get me writing something different from what I want to write and when I go back to my manuscript I am still none the wiser and that stupid wall goes up again. I don’t know if many of you have that problem, but I do – and I found a solution.

For those of you that know me, you’ll know that I love music. And you’ll know that I turn to it when that stupid wall rises up and blocks my path. Nine times out of ten, music will get me writing because I need to feel it. I need to feel everything my characters are going through, good and bad.

Below is a bunch of youtube videos, of my favorite songs that can get me writing again and when I use them.

First of all, I need something motivational!

Houdini, by Foster The People.

Focus on your ability people. (Listen, you’ll see what I mean)

Then, once I’m a little bit more focused, I need something that can relate to my characters emotions.

For sad romantically charged scenes (and the song that inspired Fractured Immortal):

Let Her Go, by Passenger

And for emotionally wrecking scenes, the scenes where I really deliver the tears to my characters and where I want them to feel like their heart is being ripped out.

Sadness and Sorrow from Naruto played by Taylor Davis

For those scenes where your characters will do anything for each other to guide them through crap times (I know – I’m so eloquent :/)

I Won’t Let You Go by James Morrison

For those heart wrenching moments where love is not reciprocated, and fresh from a scene in Finding Immortal:

Love’s To Blame by For King and Country (previously Joel and Luke)

And for those all important battle scenes that I love to write:

Holiday by Green Day (It just inspires me to kick ass)

And when I finally get some forward movement in my writing, a celebratory ‘feel good’ track:

Young Blood by The Naked and Famous

And that is my list. I have tonnes more songs, but some of these I go back to time and time again to help pulverize the wall. So this is my kinda writing tip!

Short Story: Defiance

The clinical lights overhead cast a fluorescent hue over everything they touched, the beams reaching out and causing multiple shadows where only one should exist. I breathed in the bubblegum scent of industrial cleaner, pleasant to most, but to me it brought connotations of desperation and, in the end, death.

Humans robed in blue or white shuffled past, deep in thought, sometimes with a stethoscope lying around their neck or a pen hanging from their breast pocket. My long black hair danced in the wake of their movements.

Dr. Johnson sat at the desk, his head in his hand, the bridge of his nose white under the pressure of his pinch. Waves of sadness and helplessness rippled around him. A human angel, of that I had no doubt. Each death hit him with the force of an emotion usually reserved for kin.

The sharp screech of rubber soles hitting linoleum burst through the clinical hum as another nurse entered the pediatric intensive care unit. Nurse Tom Elson stopped at the desk occupied by Dr. Johnson. “Has Tiana made any improvement?” His smooth baritone swirled like velvet through my ears, a stark contrast to the high-pitched punch of the machinery.

Dr. Johnson dropped his hand from his face, his blond hair wisping across his forehead as he shook his head. “We’ve tried everything, Tom. Her internal injuries are just too much for her little body to cope with and her brain is no longer responsive.”

Tom hung his head, his intake of breath stuttering as he took in the gravity of Tiana’s situation. “Have you told her parents yet?”

Standing up, Dr. Johnson flipped through a brown folder. “They’re waiting in the case conference room. First time they’ve stepped away from her bed since she was admitted.”

My footsteps made no sound as I passed them by. Tiana lay on the cusp of death, her parents about to be presented with the most horrifying choice; allow her to lay in a motionless state for the rest of her life or switch off the machinery feeding air to her tiny lungs.

Not on my watch.

My feathers ruffled as I stepped through the automatic door leading to Tiana’s room. My wings had once been white, emitting an ethereal glow. With each bad choice I made, the white had faded, replaced by a dull gray. Soon they would blacken and I’d be forced to wander the earth for eternity. An easy choice, considering the difference I could make.

Tiana lay like a creature of the most heavenly origin, her brown skin already taking on the pallid gray of looming death. Bright hair ties shaped like candy bunched her black hair into neat pigtails. I smoothed my hand over the crisp white sheets. Her tiny body took up not even half of the bed. The rippling light around her dimmed with each passing minute.

I took one quick glance around the room, focusing on the door to make sure no one approached. With a trembling hand, I reached out, and using only my index finger, I touched her cheek. The medical apparatus around her disappeared. Her eyelids fluttered, then opened. Two swirling pools of chocolate stared up at me. Her small nose scrunched as a smile stretched to her eyes, causing a bright twinkle.

“Are you my angel?” Tiana’s small voice asked.

My heart swelled at the melodious breeze of her words as they danced in the air. “Yes, sweetie.”

It would do her no good to tell the truth. Children were virtuous creatures and giving her the reality behind the offer about to breeze from my lips would result in a choice no child should make.

The pillow rustled as Tiana tipped her head. “Are you here to take me away ‘cause I don’ts wanna leave my mama and papa yet. That would make them very sad and I don’ts wanna make them sad.”

I trailed my finger down the silken softness of her cheek. “Wouldn’t it make you sad, too, little light?”

“O’course, buts I more worried ‘bout them.” Her dry, flaking lips pulled into a grin. “Buts you’ll take care o’ them, right?”

My heart stuttered.

This is why I do this.

“Tiana, I’m here to take care of you. Are you ready?”

Tiana studied me for a moment, her eyebrows bowing to touch the top of her button nose. “Watcha gonna do?”

Bending down so our noses touched, I moved my head from side to side. A light rumble worked its way from her chest, then out of her mouth in a musical fit of giggles.

Without waiting for my answer, Tiana closed her eyes and said, “I’m ready.”

Standing upright, I clasped her petite hands in mine. A bolt of power surged from my chest, travelling down the length of my arms and out of the tips of my fingers. My skin tingled as it left my body and entered Tiana’s, spreading out like a silver network of veins beneath her skin. As it waved out, her heart stumbled and her skin flourished, her cheeks glowed a subtle red. The machine to the left of her bed shrieked setting off an alert to the staff to hurry.

Letting her go, I stepped back as the medical apparatus reappeared and Tiana fell silent.

As I turned to walk away, the door swished open, Dr Johnson and Nurse Elson rushing to Tiana’s bedside. Stepping out into the corridor, the agonizing sobs of Tiana’s parents greeted me. I brushed my fingers against their clasped hands; a whisper that they were not alone.

As I approached the exit, a familiar throb began between my shoulder blades, spreading out to touch the edge of my wings.

I tipped my head to the side when Dr. Johnson’s voice swept toward me as he spoke to Tiana’s parents. “I don’t quite know how to put this, but the machines recorded a surge of activity in Tiana’s brain, then her vitals improved to an almost normal level.”

The doors swung shut behind me, blocking out any further conversation. I smiled through the pain gripping my wings as gray morphed to black. As I exited the hospital, thunder boomed in a show of disapproval. Shrugging my shoulders, I spread my little black wings and lifted from the ground.


How to: Format your book for Createspace

It’s a tough world out there. There’s bills to pay, growing children to feed, clothe etc and necessities to buy. It’s really not that easy to wipe your butt with newspaper. Writing and publishing a book can be a costly venture. There are things you can’t avoid – an attractive cover, an excellent editor, and pens. Many, many pens to stow away along with a notebook so if inspiration strikes – you’re prepared. High Five.

But there are things you don’t need to spend money on and formatting is one of them. So, I made a little video to teach you exactly how to format your book for 5×8 on Createspace (I’ll bring you a 6×9 video too, if wanted). The video assumes you use word. I’m aware that many use Scrivener, so I will look into this and bring you an easy to follow video on that too. Again, I know some people like to convert to PDF’s so they can embed their font and chapter numbers. I will try to bring you a video on that too. However, I use this simple method for my own manuscripts. I don’t use fancy fonts and listed chapters/table of contents. My book is a New Adult fiction and us grown ups don’t need a table of contents.

The font you use is up to you. I use Times New Roman in 11pt. I just went with whatever for this video, though.

There are a number of things I will teach you.

  1. How to set your margin size
  2. How to set your page layout
  3. How to format your book
  4. How to have a Chapter Header ready to use, with the click of a button.

So, by the time you’ve watched this video (and I advise having a test document open already so you can follow it) – you’ll be able to do it all yourself – for free. I advise enlarging the video to full screen so you can see and just pause when needed. Here goes:

(If you don’t like Greenday, mute now)

I hope that helped!

Whiskey, Wine & Writing: The Interview

Chances are you’ve heard of the latest and greatest literary webshow, Whiskey, Wine and Writing. If not, where have you been? I first stumbled upon the show during the very crazy few weeks that made up PitchWars. The lighthearted and fun approach by Natasha Raulerson and, then host, Tiffany Hoffman, left me bubbling with laughter. Moreover, their intelligent and insightful chatter regarding the literary world ensured my return to watch the show each week.

Since WWWriting’s inception, the show continues to advance both aesthetically and thematically. New host, Nikki Roberti, has used her technical flair to create a platform that is easy on the eye, while her knowledge of the literary world, coupled with the knowledge of Natasha Raulerson, has been a welcome addition to the show.

So, what do they have to say about the revamped webshow? I found out.

Whiskey, Wine and Writing: The Interview

First of all, can you tell us a little bit about yourselves?

TASH1Natasha: I’m a full time student seeking my Bachelors in English. I live in South Florida, with my husband, two dogs, and a dancing Groot toy I may be obsessed with. My favorite comic characters are Hawkeye and X23. Dancing while doing the laundry is the only way I can tolerate doing it. I’m currently querying my first novel REDEMPTION.

NikkiNikki: I’m a young adult author represented by Carrie Howland of the Donadio & Olson Literary Agency, and award-winning playwright, and a journalist/marketing writer with more than ten years of published experience. I live in North Carolina where I write for a non-profit by day (usually covering natural disasters) and also blog about my attempt at a happy, healthy lifestyle and author adventures on my blog. When I’m not writing (haha), I usually am cooking or making balloon animals.

What made you decide to start up Whiskey, Wine and Writing?

Natasha: It was just something that started on a whim. The nervous jitters of Brenda Drake’s #PITCHWARS competition was driving me and my critique partner crazy. We opted to go live with our worries, and one thing lead to another. It was only supposed to be for the duration of #PITCHWARS, but so many people requested it, and so I opted to bring it back.

Nikki: Obviously I didn’t start this show since Tasha asked me to be a host later on, but I am so beyond excited that she decided to keep the show going. I loved Whiskey, Wine, and Writing when #PitchWars was going on. It literally kept me sane during the application process, and I’m honored to be apart of the webcast now too so I can pay it forward and maybe help other stressed out authors feel sane too.

I’ve been watching WWWriting since the beginning and as a viewer, I have to say, I loved the chatter about all aspects of the writing process. What is your favorite subject to talk about?

Natasha: Oh geeze! That’s like asking my favorite author. It’s impossible to answer! I think, one of the things I really like to engage in, is reminding everyone how subjective the writing industry is and to keep a positive attitude. Positivity begets positivity.

Nikki: Is it cheating if I say writing? I’m with Tasha on the positivity aspect. I just love talking about the writing process and how we need to keep going no matter what. It’s a tough windy road of rejection out there for writers, but that doesn’t mean you have to go through it alone. I’m glad we have the writing community to have our backs.

WWWriting is gaining a steady following, to what do you attribute its success?

Natasha: I think a lot of that has to do with Nikki joining the fray. She’s so knowledgeable, adorable, and awesome. Her ideas are fantastic. I also think it has a lot to do with people looking for a community in the writing world, and that’s what we’re trying to make WWWriting. A place writers can go to learn, experience, and find community with each other.

Nikki: I swear, sometimes I think Tasha LIVES to try to make me blush. I think the success has to do with the awesome writing community and of course our awesome guests like Brenda Drake who are just as committed to helping writers succeed. We’re all in this together.

Who would your dream interview be with?

Natasha: Neil Gaiman. I love his books. The Graveyard Book and Neverwhere are two my favorites. His work is fantastic! If you’re not sure who that is, you’ve probably seen Stardust or Coraline, both major movies based off his work.

Nikki: John Green. Mainly because I’m curious about and fascinated by his quirky career and success– plus his next movie based on his book Paper Towns was recently filmed in my state, North Carolina, so I’m kinda obligatorily supportive in that regard. But his fame as an author is a bit different than other bestselling authors given his whole Vlogbrother Youtube channel, so I’d be interested in picking his brain a bit.

Watching WWWriting is a lot of fun, is it as much fun hosting it?

Natasha: (Laughs) Sometimes yeah. Sometimes it can be frustrating trying to get Google Hangouts to be cooperative. It’s always fun chatting with Nikki though, and whoever our guest may be. Sometimes the things that happen are just as much a surprise to us as it is the viewer.

Nikki: Oh totally. It’s honestly just as chill as it looks. Ninety percent of the time we’re wearing pajamas. My favorite times hosting are when we are covering topics that get the whole writing community active and involved. Like the last Twitter pitch critique with guest Brenda Drake right before PitMad was a ton of fun because we were answering live questions and helping out with critiques. I got the sweetest messages afterward about how people got success from their PitMad tweets because of our critiques, and honestly, that just meant so much to me. It’s what it’s all about really–connecting with one another and being a supportive writing community.

How do you prepare for each show and have you got any particular rituals that you tend to do before you begin broadcasting?

Natasha: Generally it’s just getting on, going over our notes last minute and making sure everything is working. Nikki and I catch up really quick, make sure everything is a go and start the webcast.

Nikki: Pretty much what Tasha said. We like keep things very organic and casual. Before the PitchWars reveal show we did have a dance off, but we don’t always do that (Note to Tasha: Maybe we should dance more?).

What do you see for the future of WWWriting?

Natasha: On the list of Writer’s Digest 101 Best Websites for Writers? That would be epic and awesome. We’re hoping to make it a hub, a community where writers can come and learn new information, meet new people. One of the things we’re planning to do is a Critique Partner Matchup in February. Events like those help writers meet each other and maybe find that one awesome CP they’ve been looking for.

Nikki: We’re also looking into doing a couple of panels in the future too whether it be authors of a particular genre or agents, etc. It’s really exciting stuff. My real dream though is to one day run a Whiskey, Wine, and Writing conference where people can literally go get their manuscripts critiqued or pitch their queries to agents AND have wine/whiskey tastings themed with books. An author can dream…

What have you got planned for the coming weeks? Any cool interviews you want to tell us about?

Natasha: NYT Bestselling author RACHEL CAINE is going to be with us January 9th talking about her Morganville Vampires and other things involving Urban Fantasy. We also have Nat Russo coming on regarding tips and tricks for self publishing, and I already mentioned the Critique Partner Matchup.

Nikki: Near the end of the month we will also have one of my closest friends and mega popular relationship blogger Lindsay Tigar of Confessions of a Love Addict on the show talking about how she got her agent through her blog, and also about social media. Then in February we will hopefully have my lovely PitchWars mentor on the show, Rachel Solomon, who is seriously one talented author and CP.

Do you have anything you want to say to your fans?

Natasha: Just that I’m so extremely humbled. It’s been an amazing journey so far and I hope it continues for a long time. On top of that, don’t ever be afraid to reach out to me. I’m glad to help in anyway I can and interact with fellow writers.

Nikki: Thank you so much for watching and being a part of this amazing writing community. We wouldn’t be anything without you guys, and we hope to build Whiskey, Wine, and Writing along with you to be a source of entertainment and education for everyone. Let us know what you want to see and always feel free to tweet me. I’m a bit of a weirdo, but I promise I’m a friendly one.

So that’s the lowdown on WWWriting. Thank you to Nikki and Natasha for answering my questions. You can check out the latest video here:

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New Release: Come Here, Go Away by Lori L. Clark

Come Here, Go Away

by Lori L. Clark

Title: Come Here, Go Away

Author: Lori L. Clark

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Genre: Romantic Suspense

Expected Release:

First Installment – January 2, 2015

Second Installment – January 9, 2015

Third Installment – January 16, 2015

Fourth Installment – January 23, 2015

Final Installment – January 30, 2015

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Welcome to the five-week long reading experience of a new serial novel titled:

What is a serial novel? It is one, long saga, told episodically. COME HERE, GO AWAY is a very steamy, angsty, emotionally charged and flawed romance between a feisty self-defense instructor and a jaded billionaire who may or not be responsible for the death of his ex-wife. It will be told over a five-week period, each installment available every Friday, beginning January 2, 2015 for the low, low price of 99c for each episode!

Follow along with Tori and Ambrose in real time during the first five weeks of their roller-coaster-ride of a romance.

COME HERE, GO AWAY is the story of the steamy, screwed-up romance between Victoria “Tori” Isley and Ambrose Flynn. A couple of complete opposites brought together when Flynn–a smoking hot billionaire–hires Tori to train his daughter in self-defense.

Flynn was accused of hiring a hit-man to kill his ex-wife due to their bitter divorce and custody battle. Though Flynn was acquitted, the killer was never found and some still insist he’s guilty. His daughter moved back home with him, and now, Flynn’s convinced someone is going to kill her. Flynn maintains he had nothing to do with his ex-wife’s murder and believes it was motivated by revenge. When Flynn hires Tori to give his daughter private lessons in self-defense at his mansion. Sparks fly!

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“I chose you, Victoria, because I like the way you move. That and we have a lot in common.”

My forehead creases. “Meaning?”

“We were both accused of murdering our respective spouses,” he whispers.

I gasp at his boldness. “Yes, but I was found not guilty. It was self-defense.”

He presses against me, burying his nose in the crook of my neck and inhaling deeply. “I was also found not guilty.”

“I-I think it would be a good idea if we kept our relationship on a professional level,” I stammer quietly.

“I agree,” he says as he nibbles on my ear lobe.

My blood is on fire. I want him to do bad things to me, and the way I feel right now, that includes everything that doesn’t involve clothing. Just as I toy with the idea of locking my ankles around his waist, his phone buzzes, bringing me back to reality.

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 photo authorLLCforbio_zps1d232dd0.jpgLori L. Clark currently resides near St. Louis, MO with her only child … a five-year-old Min Pin named Barkley.
When Lori isn’t writing, she’s listening to the voices in her head, waiting for the next creative inspiration to hit. She also loves to read and dabbles in watercolor painting.



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My 2014 in review. I owe you guys a big fat thank you.

I’ve seen a few of these posts around so thought I’d add mine to the mix. My blog has only been running since June, so I’m pleased with the numbers. Actually, I’m over the moon. I think we’ve all come to realize by now that I waffle on about random nothingness most of the time. I really want to say thank you to everyone who stops by to read my spiel and THANK YOU so much for making the day that I revealed my own book cover the day that also generated the highest numbers. I am really grateful.


The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 3,000 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 50 trips to carry that many people.

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The Little Things We Do

I’m inspired by my cat to write this. Yes, that’s right. My cat. He has a weird habit of eating with his paws. Rather than shove his face into his food, he picks up each piece of meat with his claws and eats it that way. I have no idea why he does it and he doesn’t do it all the time, but still, I find it funny. My other cat, Connie, she chases her tail like a dog and the dog, Monty, he tries to climb onto my lap as if he’s a cat and not a 45kg giant Labrador. I think we have a bit of an identity crisis going on in my house.


Anyway, those little things they do got me to thinking about the little things we all do. Is it just me, or do most men like to sit cupping their junk? Why is that? Hmm. I don’t know about you, but if I sat with my hand in my pants I’m pretty sure it’d make people uncomfortable. Maybe I’ll sit with my hands in my bra instead? I can hardly talk. When we’re drunk me and my friends have a tendency to flash. Not when we’re out clubbing, we’re not like that. Just when we’re having drinks round each others houses. At some point in the evening, the ‘nipple talk’ inevitably comes up where one will moan about theirs while the other says they’re fine with usually another bouncing around dancing with boob puppets (usually me).


We all have little things we say or do a lot. I scratch the side of my head when I’m stressed. I also have a very strong urge to sing ‘Silent Night’ like a choir boy every time ‘Mistletoe and Wine’ by Cliff Richard plays. And lastly, (but not really last), I feel it pertinent to let everyone know when I feel unwell. You shall all suffer with me through my gregarious whining. I may be a woman, but I get man flu worse than any man I know. True story.


When I’m writing characters, I like to give some of them tics. Lucas from Fractured Immortal purses his lips, raises his brow and nods. Evangeline scratches the side of her head – took my cue from Bill there. Hey, I can use that!

So what little things do you all do? Is there something you tend to do often in certain situations? I’d love to know.