Welcome Sarah Daltry!

One of the great things about Facebook is the opportunity to meet other authors. Over the past few weeks, I've been able to work with Sarah Daltry, whose latest erotic paranormal novel Bitter Fruits was released yesterday, June 25th. I was lucky enough to pick her brain about the book, and can't wait to finally read the whole thing!

Welcome to the blog, Sarah. Your cover art is beautiful and leaves me wanting to know more. Guess that means it's time to bring on the blurb!

Attending a vampire-themed masquerade party seems like a strange way to spend a night, but Nora is sick of frat parties and bars. Meeting Alec was just a bonus. Despite their immediate attraction, however, Alec is wary of involving himself with Nora, and when she pushes it, she discovers that Alec has secrets that could destroy them both. Is she willing to risk everything for a man she hardly knows? How far into darkness will he take her?

When Nora attempts to follow, however, things grow more complicated. Someone is hunting her - someone tied to a secret that goes back to the beginning of man. Soon, Nora finds herself drawn to two men, each with his own agenda. Can she save them both when one is destined to die?

Sounds intense, especially since there's not just one hero, but a pair! So, Sarah, tell us a bit about these men...

Alec and Caleb are brothers linked to a secret as old as time. They appear to be very attractive college aged guys, but they are more than they seem.

How about the heroine? Who keeps these men in line?

Nora is a college girl who is a little lost and a lot confused. She handles most things with sarcasm and humor, because her world goes a bit mad once she meets Alec.

What do you feel is the most unique aspect of your book?

I think it is a unique take on a story everyone knows. I don’t want to give much away, but I took a lot of what already exists in vampire lore and I played with it a bit.

Last question...What is your favorite line from the book? Remember, you can only pick one!

What power does a curse have if it does not make one hope the impossible is somehow possible?

You've definitely got me hooked, Sarah. Congrats on the release, and good luck with your future projects! I know I'll be keeping an eye out for them!

If you'd like to learn more about Sarah or her work, check out the links below.

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The cover art is here!!!

I have been waiting for this moment for months. And the artists at Escape outdid themselves. I am in love with my cover.

That is all.

Welcome Brandy L. Rivers!

I met Brandy L. Rivers through a mutual author friend, and have been fortunate enough to get to know her and her writing better over the past few weeks. Her first book in the paranormal romance Others of Edenton series is titled In Too Deep, and was released on April 16th of this year. I got to talk to Brandy about the book, and am working my way through a copy of it as we speak!

So nice to have you here, Brandy! I'm a total sucker for werewolves, and know that this book is chock full of them. What's your story about?
Fallon is a brilliant tattoo artist with inherent magic. Tired of men and their games, she climbs onto her Harley and leaves her old life behind.

Brody is a talented motorcycle mechanic and werewolf stuck in his painful past. It’s just another depressing night until he’s attacked by vampires. Thinking he killed them, he runs into the night and crashes into Fallon.

Unwilling to walk away from anyone in need, she heals Brody and then takes out the vampires who aren’t as dead as he thought. Her past collides with the present, and she finds herself stranded in Edenton, Washington where an old friend lives. With no ride and no real plan, she winds up staying in Brody’s empty apartment.

Feeling alive for the first time in years, Brody is determined to claim Fallon’s heart and keep her safe from the shadows in her past. However, she prides herself on her independence and would rather keep him safe, even from herself.

With the impending danger from the group of vampires and dark mages, they will have to work together. The closer they get, the harder it is for her to fight her attraction.

Be prepared for monsters, magic and lots of ink.

Tell me more about Brody. It sounds like he doesn't give up the fight very easily...

Brody: broken hearted werewolf and motorcycle mechanic. He’s the alpha’s second, has a heart of gold and is ridiculously hot. Didn’t choose to be a werewolf but has no regrets.

Fallon strikes me as an incredibly strong heroine. How would you describe her?

Fallon, tattoo artist and druid. She’s stubborn, independent and kicks some serious ass. She doesn’t take crap from anyone. Resourceful and extremely talented with magic.

No wonder Brody falls so hard for her! Even with his dedication, there's a lot that goes on in your book. What do you feel is the most unique aspect of it?

A large variety of Others make their home in Edenton. It’s one of the few places they live together without too much trouble. The heroine is definitely the most powerful one, but the hero never seems to mind in this case.

Speaking of, Brody is responsible for your favorite line from this book, correct? What does he say?

“Don’t, Fallon. Don’t tell me to let you go again.” He breathed into her ear. “I won’t. I’ll fight, I’ll play dirty, but you’re going to see that I want all of you, even the flaws.”

Hopefully she gives in, especially after an admission like that! Congrats on the release of this book, Brandy, and know that I'll be watching for its sequel eagerly!

If you would like to learn more about Brandy or her works, check out the links below:

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More perfect

DH and I returned safely from our Ashland trip, which was incredibly fun. The plays at OSF were beyond amazing, we ate at the delicious Greenleaf Restaurant, and we walked everywhere. It was everything I'd hoped it would be.

And more.

Because during the intermission of our last play, I checked my email and saw that I had received my cover art. I wish I had enough words to gush over it, but to be honest, even a few days later, I don't. I'd known Escape would do Red Moon justice, and they did beyond my wildest dreams. It's rare for me to not know what to say, to have the words stolen from me by the sight I saw (and that you will see this Friday...), so I went to one of my favorite books, Norman MacLean's A River Runs Through It, and found the section that expresses my current emotion far better than I ever could:

When I was young, a teacher had forbidden me to say "more perfect" because she said if a thing is perfect it can't be more so. But by now I had seen enough of life to have regained my confidence in it...However I may have violated grammar, I was feeling more perfect...

Business Solution, Part 4 (Final Installment)

“Thanks for seeing me home,” she said as she let Robert help her out of the cab.

“Trust me, it’s out of my own selfish desires,” he fired back with another one of his knee-weakening grins.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Because if I walk you to your door, I get the chance to kiss you good night.”

There was something charming about his devil-may-care attitude. It wasn't like so many of the other men she’d met, where their confidence was overbearing. Robert’s was off-the-cuff, relaxed, and he acted as if he didn't care if his lines worked on her or not.

They’d made it to the apartment building’s stoop, and she was aware of his warmth, his shape pressed in beside her on the narrow concrete step. He was watching her carefully, and she tilted up her face just a little so she could meet his gaze.

She decided to play the game. “Who says I’m going to let you kiss me good night?”

“You just did,” he answered softly, and met her lips with his own.

When he finally pulled back, Janelle understood what it meant when those romance authors she loved to read described fireworks shooting through the bloodstream. “Wow,” she whispered.

Robert shook his head a little and dropped his hands from her face. She had no idea when he’d reached for her, but she really didn't care.

He hooked a thumb over his shoulder toward the waiting cab. “I—uh—I should go.”

Part of her wanted to ask him to stay. But the rational part of her brain was reminding her that they were both so close to the freedom they craved. It seemed foolish to jump into something right now—whatever that something may be—when she could be getting a new job, and he went on to...whatever it was he was planning.

But the sight of him standing down on the sidewalk, looking up at her like she’d always dreamed a man would look at her, still had her asking, “Do you want to—”

“Yes,” he answered automatically. He took a small step forward, but stopped. “But I really shouldn't.”

“No?”

He sighed deeply. “If I did, you wouldn't get to your interview on time, I’d lose track of everything, and I know that’s not what you want.”

She gave a tremulous smile. “Not meant to be, huh?”

“Not tonight.”

“Can I call you?”

His voice was husky. “Please.”

They traded numbers, and he looked back one final time before getting back to the waiting cab. Janelle let herself into the apartment, and tried to ignore its emptiness. It would be okay. Right now, not getting involved with Robert was for the best.

* * *

I cannot believe that I fucked up so badly, Robert mentally berated himself for the billionth time in the last few hours.

He’d gotten swamped with work, and hadn't been able to call Janelle as soon as he’d wanted. When he finally had, he’d been thrilled to hear that she’d gotten the job. Unfortunately, their celebratory dinner date had to be cancelled due to his father’s unexpected need to review the notes on Robert’s final project. And their reschedule dinner date got put off because her new job whisked her away for a week to a conference or something. It seemed like fate had decreed her off limits.

At least his desperate attempts to meet her had distracted him from the disheartening task of cutting off ties to his father. The old man had tried to play his cards, coax Robert into more indentured servitude, but he’d held firm. And now he was finally where he’d wanted to be for nearly a year: the corner office of Literate Solutions, his baby and the one good thing he had going in his life at the moment.

“Good to see you back, Robert!”

Robert greeted Don Magley with a hug. He’d coaxed his old tutor out of retirement to help him with the business, and he’d always be in the man’s debt.

“How’s it been going?”

“We got a bunch of new hires started,” Don began as they strode through the offices, “and I’d say they’re working out just fine.” He shot Robert a bemused glance. “Ever get a hold of your mystery girl?”

“Not yet. But I will.”

The optimism wasn't feigned. It couldn't be in a place like this. Robert watched the variety of work spaces, the open interchange of ideas between colleagues, and the light atmosphere in amazement.

Don chuckled. “Hard to believe it’s real?”

“Remember when you told me that I’d pass my GED, and I told you you were—”

“Full of shit? Yes, I seem to recall that conversation.”

“But I did pass. And every time I came back to you, you always told me the same thing: don’t give up on a good thing.”

Don slapped Robert’s back and gave a bark of laughter. “I’m not Yoda, young Jedi. You deserve some of the credit for putting this scheme into action.”

Robert shook his head, and tried to refocus. It was hard when he saw his dream as a reality, but it would be necessary if he were to start stepping into the day-to-day running of the company. “What are we working on today?”

“Last week’s conference was enlightening,” Don shared as he led Robert toward the conference room. “Tons of new ideas from it, and we've got a real firestarter who should help keep us on the cutting edge.”

“Can’t wait to meet him.”

“Her, actually. We were damn lucky to get her, too.”

Don opened the doors to the room, and Robert stepped in, excited to meet the new employee. And the sight before him froze him in his tracks.

“Robert?” Janelle asked, clearly stunned. “What are you doing here?” She was holding the clicker in her hand, and already had her presentation up on the board. But he’d always known she was good at her job.

Don was standing by the door, a gently quizzical expression on his face. Robert turned to him. “We’ll do this later, okay, Don? I need to take your advice again.”

Understanding crossed Don’s face and he closed the door softly behind him.

Robert turned back to Janelle. “Hi.”

“Hi.” She still looked confused.

“So you work here?”

“Yes. How did you—”

“Trust me, I couldn't have planned this.” He stepped closer. “Tell you what...let’s have you present this after we go to lunch.”

“Present...” Comprehension dawned. “Oh, my God, I’m that girl. I’m screwing my boss.”

He extracted her clicker and set it down on the table, then took her hand and led her toward the door. “Not yet. Currently you’re just dating your boss. We’ll see what happens about the other later.”

She snorted. “Getting a little ahead of yourself, don’t you think?”

“I hope so.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because it means you've got a plan of how we’re supposed to go. And if I’m in the plan, that’s all that matters.”

They’d made to the elevator and she was still holding his hand. The door opened, but in a split-second of doubt, he turned to her. “I am in the plan, right?”

She squeezed his hand and stepped into the elevator. “Let’s go, Mr. Jones. Maybe after work I’ll let you walk me home.”

And he did.

THE END

Vacation time!

One of the best things about romance novels is their ability to let us escape. Stories written in exotic locales have been popular forever, because in reality, who doesn't want to imagine she's on a beautiful yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean with a handsome, mysterious, and slightly dangerous French soccer player who's trying to escape the press and his willowy-thin, slightly psychotic, model ex, in the process meeting this incredibly smart, sassy, funny, and voluptuous woman who steals his heart?

I'm pretty sure I could manage to stand that fantasy for a little while...

Yep, that'll do it.

My point is, vacations give us a chance to recharge and pull ourselves back together. And when you're coming from Alaska, vacations are necessary too. In fact, it's been one year since I left the Kenai Peninsula, specifically the towns of Soldotna and Kenai.

I know it sounds crazy to some people out there, but it really does make sense.

It costs a lot to get a plane fare to or from Alaska. Our local airlines offer great discounts to hop between Fairbanks, Anchorage, Juneau, and other towns, but that's often money that could be saved for other things. Like mosquito repellent, a necessary evil right now during these humid summer days when baby mosquitoes hatch in droves.

Even during the winter, the DH and I don't travel much, because when winter hits, it really hits. The Kenai Peninsula is attached to the rest of Alaska by the Sterling and Seward Highways, a combined stretch of about 130 miles that take you from the Peninsula's valley up through the imposing mountain passes, past the Cook Inlet, and into the central hub that is Anchorage. In the winter, this road is icy and sometimes dangerous, with unexpected white-out conditions, avalanches, and other messy surprises.

I personally find the highways more dangerous in the summer because of all the tourists who are driving. Many fish from dawn until dusk (or whatever is closest to that), which leaves about 3 hours of sleep before getting up and starting the process over, or they drive RVs or campers along a winding highway where impatient, irritated people defy life and limb to pass and find themselves stuck behind the next caravan. I've seen far more accidents in the summer than the winter, and know that taking that highway into Anchorage will be the most nerve-wracking part of our trip.

Despite that, I'm excited to go down to visit family. I feel like it's the night before visiting Disneyland; I'm excited and nervous and jumping around all over the place. DH works tomorrow before we head out, so he's currently napping, but I'm sure that deep inside, he's just as excited as me.

We'll be visiting California before heading up to Ashland, Oregon for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival. It's a family tradition, and one of my favorite parts of the summer. I'll be sure to share pictures of the trip when there's time.

So as I head off to pack, I'm curious...is there a particular vacation you take regularly? What makes it so special for you?

Business Solutions, Part 3

“Wow. This is totally different than I’d imagined.”

Robert looked up from his fries and gave her a lopsided grin. “In a good way or a bad way?”

“Good, I think.”

The restaurant was definitely not what she’d imagined Richard Jones’s son taking her to. Instead of a stuffy formal environment, he took her to Cinematic Burgers. It was a hole-in-the-wall restaurant where the burgers were huge, fries fresh, and clientele migrated regularly from table to table to watch the assorted films that were playing on nearly fifty different TVs throughout the restaurant.

They’d sat down at a table that was playing Katherine Hepburn’s Pride and Prejudice, and the few people who stopped by to watch in quickly changed to other, more exciting tables. Janelle didn't mind. She loved the movie, didn't mind the lack of company, and was finding herself more and more fascinated by the man sitting across from her.

“So, this new company you’re gunning for—”

She smiled at him. “Can we just not talk about work right now?”

He wiped his fingers off on a napkin, looking a little nervous. “Okay. What do you want to talk about?”

She dipped another fry in ketchup and took him in. Her mind instantly went back to the Christmas party, and to her everlasting horror, she was suddenly asking, “If I hadn't freaked out, would you have kissed me at the party?”

He choked a little on his soda.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, looking back toward the TV, feeling her cheeks flush.

“Don’t be. I just—Sorry. It was just a surprise.” He looked around the restaurant, then leaned across the table toward her.

“And the answer is yes. I would have kissed you.”

She sneaked a peek at him from the corner of her eye. He looked so adorably genuine, his expression earnest, his hands pressed down on the table. “You would?”

“Definitely. And it probably would have been one of the stupidest things I could have done.”

* * *

He had her full attention now. She was looking at him, and she seemed genuinely curious.

“Why would it have been stupid?”

“Because my father could have seen.”

“So?”

“He has a habit of destroying things I care about.”

“You thought he’d take it out on me?”

He tried not to swell with pride when he heard the disbelief in her tone. Like she couldn't believe a man was actually standing up for her. Clark Kent, that’s me.

“I don’t know if he would have.”

She shook her head. “He’s...”

He gave her a look, and she rolled her eyes and smiled.

“Okay, I won’t lie. He’s a bastard, but I can’t believe he’s really that bad.”

He shrugged. “You may not see him that way, but I’m only going off of personal experience.”

“What did he do that was so awful?”

It would be crazy to tell her. But for some reason, the words were already flowing out of his mouth, even when he wished he could shut himself up. “When he divorced my mom, his lawyers made sure she didn't get anything. A few months later, we found out she had cancer. The treatments were expensive. I dropped out of high school, but I couldn't cover the costs. I went to him for help.”

“He knew I was good with computers, so he made a deal. I would provide his company with new tech products and services, and he’d pay off the hospital bill each month.”

Her face showed shock, her tone even more so. “He wouldn't just pay off the amount? Is that trade even legal?”

“Nope, and probably not. He wouldn't pay a lump sum because he claimed I might try to get out of the deal. But I was young and stupid and desperate and signed the papers.” He shrugged. “Regardless, in two weeks, the final bill gets paid, and I’m free of the devil.”

“How’s your mom doing?”

She said it so softy, he almost didn't catch it. But the fact that that was her main concern touched him deeply. “Remission for over eight years now. We caught it early and I made sure that we went to the best doctors. If I was going to sell my soul, I wanted my money’s worth.”

“So, in two weeks, you’ll be out of a job too?”

“Sort of.”

“Do you have anything planned?”

He couldn't help smiling at the thought of what awaited him once these last torturous weeks were done. “I've been working on a few things. Nothing he could take from, either. I made sure to play my cards right this time.”

“I don’t know how you’re still standing,” she admitted. “It seems like an awful lot to give up.”

“Worth the cost.”

“So when you asked if I was going somewhere better—”

He shifted in his seat. It was hard to explain what had really been running through his head. “I wanted to know that you weren't getting screwed in an attempt to escape my father’s clutches.”

“I can promise I’m not.” Her smile really did light up the room, but it dimmed when she glanced down at her watch. “I’m sorry, Robert, but I've got an interview tomorrow morning and I should be getting home—”

“Let me take you,” he offered, already standing.

“It’s not that far,” she protested. “I can catch a cab.”

“I insist,” he said, bussing their table with a casual familiarity that tugged at her heart. He really wasn't what she’d been expecting. And that was nicer than she cared to admit.

And a partridge in a pear tree...

I got fantastic news tonight; Escape Publishing will be the home of Lace & Lead, the novella I recently wrote. I'm ecstatic for two reasons: I love Escape (they have been a dream to work with), and I love this story.

I've never really worked with novellas before, but for some reason, this story came together in 30,000 words in a far more organic way than I'm used to. I liked being able to keep its pacing up, loved my characters (Taggart, that cheeky devil, really stole my heart), and had fun creating the world the story is set in. Which is part of the problem now.

I've begun working on all of the paperwork that comes with an acceptance, including the cover brief and the book's blurb. And as I have to think of how to describe the world so it makes sense to someone who won't have time to read the book, I'm discovering how difficult that is.

I still stand by my earlier post that L&L is like Gears of War meets Victorian England, but I forgot to mention that it's also set in the Republic, in the city of Monterrey, and that the closest thing I can think of to it is a dystopian/steampunk/Western/sci-fi barrio, surrounded by monied estates in the outlying areas. How can I write a story and have it makes sense within the novel, and blubber my way around its description, which should be simpler? *sigh*

Speaking of Gears...

If you understand this, we should be friends.

Welcome Tara Chevrestt!

It is my sincere pleasure to welcome fellow Escape artist Tara Chevrestt to my blog to share more about her new release, the contemporary romance Plotting to Win. I've seen romances set in all sorts of places and situations, but this one is brand new: writers competing in a reality TV show. It can't get better than that!

Blurb:

In New York City, seven writers compete for a hundred thousand dollars, a publishing contract with Bright House, and the title of the next bestseller. One is Felicity James. One is Victor Guzman.

Drama, plagiarism, and trash talk play out to enthralled audiences across the country as all seven contestants compete against each other in a range of heated challenges, with tensions reaching breaking point. As Felicity and Victor start up a show‐mance, their relationship burns up the ratings.

Will this sizzling fling escalate into a vicious battle for money and fame, or will these two authors manage to write their own happy ending?

Excerpt:

“A head-hop is a sudden point of view switch.”

“What?” Felicity glanced up from the book she was reading — one of Nicole Roberts’s. She’d actually packed it, having no foresight whatsoever that the woman she’d long admired was going to be judging her.

Victor sat on the edge of her bed, turning his body just enough to face her where she was propped against the headboard. “Like, if you are in Mookie’s point of view and you’re telling us how Mookie feels … that Mookie desires Dookie with a fierce passion he’s never felt before and then you suddenly switch over and tell us what Dookie is feeling … you’re switching POV. It can be jarring to a reader. Some publishers allow it. Some don’t. It’s something to watch for in your genre of writing.” He watched her intently as though waiting for her response.

Her book discarded in her lap, Felicity didn’t know what to say. She was unnerved by his sudden kindness and also by the fact he was on her bed, next to her, and he looked good enough to … no, no.

He blinked at her and apparently assumed she didn’t comprehend, because he continued, “Mookie and Dookie are … are eating sandwiches. Mookie is thinking his salami tastes too peppery and doesn’t Dookie look funny with her hair all messed up? And then suddenly Dookie is thinking Mookie looks like he’s tasted something bad. Basically, you have to choose one point of view, Mookie’s or Dookie’s, and stick with it. Say you choose Mookie. If Mookie can’t see it, hear it, taste it, feel it, touch it, he can’t tell us about it.”

Throughout his explanation, his hands moved animatedly, pantomiming different things: eating a sandwich, having messy hair, the act of hearing, but Felicity couldn’t get past one thing.

“Where the hell do you come up with your character names?” She chortled with laughter. Her insides hurt she laughed so hard, and her spirits lifted. Tears ran down her face. He looked bewildered momentarily and soon joined in, his dimples flashing.

“I mean, those names are sooo unromantic. I have no words,” she finally gasped out when she got control of her wits.

“Well, I don’t know. I’m a guy.” He spread his hands out, palms up.

Felicity turned serious, thinking about what he’d said. “So, the five senses? Like, if I’m narrating a scene and you don’t convey something, I can’t know what you’re thinking, unless you say it aloud or something in your body language tells me. I have to hear it or see it myself to tell the reader about it.”

“Exactly.” And suddenly, before she could react, he reached out and tenderly touched her cheek, brushing away an escaped tear.

Felicity held her breath. His touched burned a trail on her face. She fought the urge to close her eyes and just savor it, this second of … of … whatever was between her and this guy. If she could capture the moment and bottle it, she would. She’d dab the feeling all over her body every day.

She cleared her throat as his finger left her face. “Why are you helping me?”

“I don’t know.” His voice was strained, tired. His expression was one of bewilderment. What was going on behind the brown depths of his gaze? “But I’m not in cahoots with Tiffani. I want to just get that out of your pretty head right now.”

He thinks I’m pretty? Aloud, she said, “Then what was that about? Yesterday? What Tiffani said?” She crossed her arms over her chest, the only barrier she had at the moment, but what was she protecting? Her pride? Her heart?

He sighed and stared at the floor next to her bed. “I was a fool and ended up hurting myself more than you. The extent of our corroboration is switching beds. I thought my nearness — yes, arrogant ass, I know — would throw you off your game, ’cause, frankly, I see you as the biggest threat.”

“Um…” He’d managed to insult her and compliment her at the same time. Felicity couldn’t stop the wrinkle marring her brow. “Okay, well, ‘thank you’ and ‘what the fuck’ both come to mind.” She released an uncomfortable laugh and fingered the pages of her novel. They’d all be dog-eared by the time she was done. Hopefully, Ms. Roberts wouldn’t see it.

He offered a sheepish grin.

“So you thought my game could be thrown off as easily as that? I’m not some high school girl. I’m a grown-ass thirty-year-old woman, and I’m not easily sidetracked.” Well … she bit her lips to stop the smile that threatened to emerge.

His t-shirt pulled against taut muscles as he pushed himself off the bed. The urge to reach out and grab him, to pull him down until his long body covered hers almost overwhelmed her. Hot fire built in her lower belly, and she was grateful for her dark skin. If she’d been a pale woman, the heat and desire within her would be evident as it burned through her flesh.

“I realize that now.” His voice was low and husky. He had his hands in his pockets as he turned away from her bed.

“Wait,” she called after him. “How did you end up hurting yourself?”

“You snore,” he said over his shoulder. “I can’t sleep a wink with all that racket.”

“What?” Felicity gaped at his retreating back and before he got too far away, she hefted her pillow and threw it in his direction. It landed on the floor next to him, and he laughed all the way out of the room, great, shoulder-moving gusts of laughter.

Available for purchase on Amazon, AllRomance, Escape, Barnes & Noble, & Kobo

Author Biography:

Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, dog mom, writer, and editor. You’ll never see her without her Kindle or a book within reach. As a child, she would often take a flashlight under the covers to finish the recent Nancy Drew novel when she was supposed to be sleeping.

Tara is addicted to Law & Order: SVU, has a crush on Cary Grant, laughs at her own jokes, and is constantly modifying recipes and experimenting in the kitchen. Her theme is Strong is Sexy. She writes about strong women facing obstacles—in the military, with their handicaps, or just learning to accept themselves. Her heroines can stand alone and take care of themselves, but they often find love in the process.

You can connect with her on Facebook or follow her blog.