Hey there! Today, I thought I’d share a character interview that was featured in one of my previous newsletters. This one centers around Gregory from Fate Abandoned, my YA epic fantasy series.
If you’re not familiar with the series, Gregory is the devilishly charming outlaw who accompanies Princess Daphne on her quest to save her brother. He’s a Robin Hood-esque character who is a brave and charismatic leader who finds himself intrigued by the headstrong princess.
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Side note: I was totally picturing Tom Hardy while I was writing this character.
Today, we’ll take a look at Gregory’s story – what made him the dangerously charming outlaw he is.
L: Let’s start with the basics, Gregory. How did you end up as an outlaw? Gregory: It’s a long story, but I’ll leave it at this: I am *nothing* like my parents. I chose this life for a reason, and I’ve never looked back.
L: Oof. Touchy subject, I see. So, you weren’t banished? Gregory: No. I like to think of myself as an upstanding man, believe it or not. My men and I do what we must to eat and survive, but we never try to harm anyone.
L: Interesting… You mentioned your “men.” Are there a lot of you? Are they all as honorable as you are? Gregory: Not all of them. But we accept each other as family.
L: Are you especially close to any of them? Gregory: Thomas and Merek are two of my closest friends. Thomas is fascinated with weapons and fighting, while Merek is his total opposite. Merek’s tall and lanky and one of the quirkiest men I know.
L: What do you think of the Royals that rule over Vires? Gregory: King Edgar is a tyrant, if you ask me. I have no respect for him or any of those that aid him in ruling over this kingdom.
L: How would you rule if you were king? Gregory: *laughs* An outlaw becoming a king? That’s funny. Hm… I would start with lowering the taxes. They’ve become so unreasonably high that the villagers are left to starve.
L: Finally, I’d like to close with a more lighthearted question. What’s one word most people would use to describe you? Gregory: Leader.
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They told her that her sister was dead. They lied.
A tyrant alien queen the world knows nothing about and the President of the United States are hiding a chilling secret.
But Cal Cameron’s about to uncover the truth.
On a quest for answers about Quinn’s disappearance, Cal ventures out with her fellow operatives aboard the Stellix, a spaceship in search of intelligent life. But nothing could prepare her for what she finds.
Now, her search has turned into a rescue mission.
And as for the people who did this to Quinn?
Hell hath no fury like a sister scorned.
If you like pulse-pounding sci-fi adventures with a heroine you’ll be rooting for, then you’ll love Conspiracy Unleashed.
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At this rate, the vampire was going to drain me dry. Knees buckling, I dug my fingers into his arms, burying my nails deep into his flesh, trying to fight him off. I pleaded for him to stop.
Tears raced down my cheeks, trickling down my neck. It was still raw from the puncture wounds, and the salt intensified the pain, sending me into a fit of agony. But my pounding heart only thrilled him more, delivering what little blood I had left running through my veins to his mouth even faster. “You’re taking too much.”
His fangs suctioned harder. He was going to kill me if he didn’t stop.
Part of me wished he would.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. But I didn’t have the strength to push him away. My ears filled with the sound of him gulping, and with each long sip, I grew weaker.
I didn’t know how much longer I could last. I tried steadying myself as the room began to spin. Everything went off-kilter, and the colors surrounding me swirled together in a mesmerizing blur. “Please,” I said, my voice cracking.
But he didn’t slow down. And the more he drank, the harder it became to breathe.
“Hey,” one of the guards overseeing the blood donation tent shouted as he stormed toward us. “Levi! Stop! You’re going to kill her. You know the rule: no killing the blood slaves.”
But Levi was consumed by bloodlust, unable to stop himself.
Self-control wasn’t one of vampires’ strong points.
The guard ripped Levi off of me. Levi’s neck gave a crack as the guard snapped it, temporarily knocking him out, and he crashed to the floor.
I collapsed right on top of him. My vision faded in and out. I knew I wouldn’t actually die, though. This wasn’t the first time a vampire had gotten greedy.
The guard bit into his right wrist. When the blood began to flow from it, he turned me over on my back and forced his wrist into my mouth. “Drink.”
My lips felt like they were going to go numb. It was like pressing them against an ice cube. Even though I didn’t want to, I swallowed, gagging, disgusted by the bitter taste. His blood ran slow, as all vampires’ did. Meaning I had to try with all my might to suction it out and force it down my throat.
I wish I’d had the strength to fight him off so that I could just die already, but I’d been through this routine countless times. It wasn’t worth the fight. I was the Kingdom of Crescent Cape’s property. And I’d given up fighting years ago.
I’d lost count of how many times I’d thought that if I could find the courage to refuse the vampire blood that would heal me, this would all be over. I could be at peace. But that wasn’t an option. The vampires needed me and the rest of the blood slaves alive. We were their food source. And if they wanted to live, then we needed to live, too. Which is why Levi had gotten in trouble for nearly killing me, and why the guard was saving me now.
After giving me enough of his blood to trigger the healing process, the guard pulled his wrist away. The bite marks on his wrist disappeared as his skin restored itself right before my eyes. I’d never get used to that. It was so… unnatural.
He helped me to my feet and told me to return home, even though Donation Day was far from over. But I was of no use to them now that I had vampire blood in my system. So they’d have to do without me until next week’s donation.
I nodded, clutching my torso as I accepted his order. The thought of having vampire blood pumping through my veins made my stomach churn. I knew I’d spend the next twenty-four hours praying to stay alive. Otherwise, I’d become like the monsters that ruled over me.
But once twenty-four hours passed, I’d be safe.
The vampire blood would be out of my system, and I’d be free from its effects—and the curse I would bear if I were to die with it inside of me.
I hated these vile creatures. They’d taken everything from me. The last thing I wanted to do was to become one. So, doing as the guard had instructed, I returned to my home—if the rickety huts they supplied us with could be called such a thing.
The hut that I shared with my roommate Tessa was empty since she was still offering up her blood to the vampires. Meanwhile, I was in desperate need of nourishment. The guard’s blood had healed me, but I was still starving. The weekly post-donation feast wasn’t until later this evening, so stale bread and cheese would have to do for now. I cracked open a loaf and spread a sliver of Brie on top of it, not bothering to remove the rind. I needed every calorie I could get my hands on.
While I was no stranger to near-death experiences here in Crescent Cape, it occurred to me that Levi nearly killing me could be used to my advantage.
I’d been waiting for my opportunity for so long.
Now that my head had started to clear, it occurred to me that maybe this was my chance.
Even though I knew no one was around, I scanned the room to be extra sure. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing what I was about to do.
I made my way over to the nightstand that Tucker, another villager, had crafted for me. I pulled open the drawer and retrieved my book. I thumbed through the worn pages, passing over the one I’d bookmarked. Seeing the bookmark, a scrap of paper I’d drawn all over, brought a smile to my face, and I chuckled to myself. Vampires might be bloodsuckers, but people who folded the corners of books were monsters, too, as far as I was concerned. I may not have had much here in this little hut, but you’d better believe I’d made myself a bookmark.
I kept flipping through the book until I found it: the envelope I’d tucked in toward the back.
I breathed a sigh of relief. The money was still there.
I’d been tucking cash away for some time now. I had to get the hell out of Crescent Cape and back to my family. The vampire who’d kidnapped me must have compelled me to forget how exactly I ended up here. The last memory I had from my old life was vacationing with my family on the East Coast. And the next thing I knew, I was a blood slave.
I was only eight years old when the vampire took me. Now, ten years later, I was no longer that frightened little girl. I wasn’t going to accept the notion that my only purpose in life was to be convenience food for vampires. It was time to start taking agency over my life. And that was exactly why I was going to leave Crescent Cape for good.
And if I got killed in the process of trying to leave… well, at least, in the end, I would have died standing up for myself. I could be at peace with that.
I folded the cash and tucked it into my bra so that I could carry it, but keep it hidden. I thought about walking out right then and there, but there was something I needed to do first.
I needed to say goodbye to Tessa.
Of course, I couldn’t do that face to face. I couldn’t let her know what I was doing, at least not without getting a head start first.
I would have loved nothing more than to bring Tessa with me. But I knew her well enough to know she would be too scared to attempt such a dangerous thing. Trying to escape had dire consequences. If the vampires were to catch me, I’d suffer the same fate as so many had before me: I’d be drawn and quartered in the village square.
Yeah. The vampires that ruled Crescent Cape were old-fashioned like that.
I wouldn’t even have time to start transitioning into a vampire if they caught me in the next twenty-four hours. I couldn’t transition if I were ripped to shreds.
Not that I’d go through with feeding to complete the transition anyway. There was nothing that would ever convince me to become one of them.
I sat down at the tiny table in the corner and wrote Tessa a letter explaining what I was doing and saying goodbye. I also left her my parents’ names and address so that, if I didn’t make it and she ever managed to leave this wretched place, she could tell them I tried getting back to them and that I loved them.
On the back side, I sketched a portrait of Tessa.
She’d always loved my artwork, and this was my parting gift to her. Something she could remember me by. I took care to capture her sweet smile and the little bump in her nose. But I took a little liberty with her eyes to make her appear more confident. I hoped she would understand that in doing so, I was trying to remind her to be brave.
Deep, unrecognizable voices rumbled outside, growing louder by the second.
Before I had a chance to peek out the window, someone banged on my door.
Knowing that definitely wasn’t Tessa’s knock, I snatched the paper from the table and crumpled it in my fist before tossing it into the trash on my way to the door. Heart pounding, I answered it.
Two of the vampires from the castle invited themselves in. They wore fine suits, as did all of the guards. After all, they didn’t need armor or weapons. They were weapons.
I gulped. “Can I help you with something?”
“Prince Aiden requires your presence at the castle,” the taller one said, as if that was a perfectly normal thing to say. He clasped his hands and widened his stance, somehow making himself look even more menacing.
“Prince Aiden?” My voice hitched. That was strange. What would the prince want with me? As far as I knew, he didn’t even know I existed—which was exactly how I liked it.
I backed away, even though I knew there was nowhere to run.
Did Prince Aiden somehow know I was going to try to escape? I mean, I knew vampires had the power of compulsion. But reading minds? Surely, I would have heard about such a vital piece of information by now…
“I didn’t do anything,” I said, tripping over my own feet as I inched backward. “I swear.”
I’d hardly blinked before he grabbed me by the arms. He took my face, cradling it in his icy palms, and I knew what he was about to do.
I closed my eyes, trying to stop him from compelling me.
But the other one jabbed me in the back so hard that stupidly, out of instinct, I opened my eyes when I cried out in pain.
The guard standing before me looked at me dead-on, his eyes widening as he wielded control. He said something to me, but my head went fuzzy.
All of a sudden, I stood there, relaxed and perfectly at ease. I raised my chin, smiling. “I will go with you to the castle to meet Prince Aiden.”
When I’m not busy writing, you can probably find me in the kitchen.
I didn’t grow up in a family with home-cooked meals on the table every night. We would often have microwave dinners or fast food, which was fine. But when I got to college, I quickly realized I needed to figure out how to cook. It was cheaper, healthier and, perhaps most importantly to me, a lot of fun.
And now that I’m a mom, I get great pleasure out of putting home-cooked meals on the table for my family.
I collect cookbooks like some people collect shoes. I can’t get enough of them!
Some are good for fancy parties, some are good for holidays, but my favorites are the ones that are good for everyday home cooking.
Here are the cookbooks you NEED on your kitchen counter right now:
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Tiffani Thiessen? Wasn’t she Kelly Kapowski on Saved by the Bell?
Yes. Yes, she was.
And let me tell you: she is a brilliant cook.
Every single recipe I have tried in this cookbook has turned out phenomenal. From raspberry jam to grilled pizza to the absolute best chocolate chip cookie recipe you’ve ever tried, this book covers it all.
These recipes are quickly becoming my classic, go-to family dinners.
I don’t know why she hasn’t gotten more recognition yet.
If you only get one cookbook from this list, I’m telling you right now – this is the one to get.
I’ve teamed up with some amazing paranormal romance and urban fantasy authors to share the best paranormal books you need to know about.
These are personalized recommendations of our all-time favorite paranormal reads.
Tip: You can scroll to the bottom to see a gallery of the books recommended in this post.
I know this will come as a shocker that my favorite one isn’t about vampires, but I absolutely loved Elementals by Michelle Madow. I don’t think I’ve ever read through a series so quickly. Normally, I’m a slow reader. But I couldn’t put it down.
It’s about the teenage descendants of Greek gods who also have elemental magic. They have to team up to unravel an ancient prophecy and save the world.
It’s fast-paced and filled with action and romance – everything I could want in a series. It’s a really fun read!
I adore the Covencraft series by Margarita Gakis. In her world, witches are ruled by covens and not allowed to be independent of them. Most are reared within the system and have their magic honed and guided. Her MC, Jade, was born outside the system and discovers her magic as an adult. She’s forced to join the local coven, and as an independent person who has survived some pretty dark stuff, she resists this tooth and nail. But her powers are immense and she is a danger to herself and others if she doesn’t learn how to control them. Fabulous series that neatly balances dramatic action with humor. (Huh, I should go leave a review somewhere…)
The Fever Series. It’s not only dark and sexy, it has a murder to elucidate, and the heroine changes so much along the way that she becomes almost unrecognizable. And the romance is deliciously slow-burn, which I love!
“You can measure your worth by your dedication to your path, not by your successes or failures.”
Whether you’re just starting out in your creative journey or you’ve published a successful series, you probably hear the same negative self-talk:
What if this project I’m working on is a massive failure?
Am I wasting my time?
What will people think?
For many creatives, as much as we yearn for success and recognition, the truth is that we’d continue to pursue our passion even if we knew no one else would see it.
Becausewe create for the pure joy of contributing beauty to this world.
It gives us meaning and purpose.
Even after publishing a number of fiction books, some of which have done better than others (though none, as of writing this, have broken through what I’d consider successful monetarily or recognition-wise), the questions listed above come to the surface daily.
Sometimes it’s when I’m actively working on a project. Sometimes it’s when I’m planning out my quarterly goals. And sometimes it’s when I’m doing something as simple as washing the dishes.
So what drives me to keep pushing forward?
The pure joy of creating.
When I examine the gifts and talents I’ve been given, when I think of what mark I want to leave on this world, it all comes down to one thing: sharing stories.
The first book I ever wrote was a tremendous flop. I spent years writing Stellix (later rebranded as Conspiracy Unleashed). It was the first major project of the sort that I’d ever taken on. I had no idea what I was doing. Honestly, I never dreamed I was even capable of writing a book, let alone finishing one. But the idea came on so fast and so strong that all I knew was that I had to get it down.
If the muse has ever taken over, you understand what I mean.
Suddenly, I found myself staying up late to write. And waking up early. And pulling out my phone and making notes to myself about character traits and plot. And making character inspiration boards…
You see, the drive to get this story down was powerful.
I could have ignored it. I could have told myself that, while it was a nice idea, I had other things to spend my time on. I could have thought to myself, “Who am I to write this down?”
But I didn’t.
I allowed the muse to come to me, and the words flowed.
Was it sunshine and rainbows? No. It was work. But it was work that filled me with purpose and passion.
The book may never hit the New York Times Bestseller List.
But that’s okay.
It will always be my favorite book because it was the book that allowed me to prove to myself that I could write. It was the book that unlocked a burning passion within me to create for the pure joy of creating.
While I’ve always enjoyed writing, I don’t have a degree in creative writing or English literature. My degree is in journalism. At the time, it seemed like the more practical route. (Little did I know at the time that printed newspapers were about to become a thing of the past.) I briefly worked as a news producer, and while I loved my company and coworkers, nothing about it fulfilled me.
Early on in my writing career, I decided to view it like this: I don’t have a degree in writing and publishing books—so these early years are my learning years. These are the years to learn everything I can about my craft. These are the years to research the publishing industry, make connections and learn everything I can about what it takes to run a successful author business.
But, more than that, these are the years to create for the joy of creating.
It’s true—the more books I write, the more I learn about writing. And the stronger my writing becomes.
Will I ever be one of the great writers remembered and adored for generations to come?
And, quite frankly, who cares?
All I know is that this pursuit brings me happiness.
And while, yes, there are ups and downs (there is nothing more heart-wrenching for a creative than the first negative review), there is also excitement and wonder. Sometimes, I look back at the stack of books that I’ve published and just think, “Wow. I did that.”
So here’s my challenge to you: whatever you’ve been putting off, whether it’s writing a book, learning to paint, mastering the guitar, stop crumbling under the weight of the what ifs.
What if Michelangelo had talked himself out of picking up a paintbrush?
What if Mozart had been too afraid of failure to sit down at a piano?
Not only would they have never unlocked the potential within themselves, but the world would be worse off for it.
Because when you create, you are bringing beauty into the world.
You are creating something out of nothing.
Don’t sell yourself—and therefore the world—short.
Ignore the doubt.
Ignore the negative self-talk.
Do it anyway.
Go create something beautiful.
But first, tell me: what’s been holding you back from pursuing your passion? Let me know in the comments below.
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We all strive to be the best versions of ourselves. We want to find success in whatever we do. The question is… how?
This is something I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about lately. Not only do I want to take my author career to the next level…
I want to take my life to the next level.
In recent months, I’ve spent countless hours listening to podcasts and reading up on self-improvement, particularly as it relates to business. And I found the following three books especially inspiring.
I want to share them with you today because I truly believe you will get a lot out of them.
I believe I first heard about High Performance Habits on one of Rachel Hollis’ podcasts. I’m so glad I checked it out.
It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting. I thought it was going to be a to-do list of exactly what habits you need to implement in order to become successful ( like wake up at 5:00 a.m., meditate for 10 minutes a day, etc.).
Instead, it was more of a guide to help you discern your priorities and build your own habits around them.
My favorite part about the book was where Burchard explained the importance of weekly chek-ins. As he put it, “If you aren’t consistently measuring the major areas of your life, then you couldn’t possibly know what the balance you seek is or not.”
His technique is something I have begun implementing, and it definitely is making me more aware of how much attention I’m actually putting toward the things that matter most in life.
Funny enough, I actually worked in real estate for a bit. And Keller Williams was my brokerage. As in Gary Keller – the author of The One Thing. I remember everyone talking about how great this book was, but for whatever reason, I never actually read it.
I’m kicking myself now.
This book is powerful. Yes, you can probably imagine the gist of it by the title. But believe me when I say that the examples and explanations Gary Keller provides are eye-opening and worth reading for yourself.
It will help you in all areas of your life, not just business.
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I have so much respect for this man. He is one of the hardest working people ever. Steve Harvey does a daytime TV show, Family Feud, his radio show, books, etc. If I remember correctly, I believe in the book he said he starts his day at 3:15 a.m.! I still don’t fully understand how he does it. It’s all I can do to wake up at 5:00 a.m. to write.
Through sharing stories from his own life, Steve Harvey will fill you with motivation to go after your dreams with all your heart. And I especially loved the end of this book where he discussed the importance of using your success to help elevate others.
I hope you’ve found this list helpful. I personally found these books to be incredibly inspiring, and I have no doubt that you will get a lot out of them, too.
Enjoy your sneak peek of my new YA space fantasy, Fostered Reality (ARC Reader invitation below)
Light blasted from the glowing jagged line. It was like the universe had ripped. I cupped my hands over my eyes and watched as a round metal object the size of a car emerged. The light must have been some kind of portal. I couldn’t see what was on the other side of it, but I was betting it wasn’t good.
I jumped out of the way, fearing for my life. As I did so, the smooth surface of the spacecraft brushed against the rubber heel of my black sneaker, throwing me off balance and sending me rolling across the rocks and grass. Shockwaves rippled across the ground as the spacecraft crashed into the earth. Soil and fallen leaves flew into the air and rained back down. I covered my head to keep tree limbs from crashing on top of me.
When everything settled, pure instinct took over. I lifted my head from the woodland floor. As much as my body ached, I was determined to get away. I didn’t know what this thing was—and I didn’t want to find out.
I pushed myself up from the ground, fighting through the pain in my bloodied palms and skinned knees. My head was pounding, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I had to get out of here.
I had just gotten to my feet when I heard a gush. A door slid open.
I wanted to run, but I was paralyzed by fear.
I wanted to scream, but my throat went tight.
A figure came forth, taking shape right before my eyes.
I took one step back, and then another. I wasn’t sure what to think. Had someone slipped me drugs? Was I hallucinating? Part of me was convinced this had to be a dream, but the other part of me knew good and well that I was awake.
Ba-boom. Ba-boom. My heart was pounding faster than ever, and it felt like it was creeping up my throat. My breathing grew rapid, and my limbs went weak. Pull it together, Serena.
Gathering my wits, I darted behind the nearest tree, trying to escape the alien being’s line of vision.
I wasn’t fast enough.
“Serena?” the figure called after me.
I stopped in my tracks. Goosebumps rippled down my arms, and blood pumped through my veins.
It couldn’t be…
But it was. I knew it. I recognized that voice.
I peeked my head out from behind the tree to see for myself. It was a boy. He was about my age. He wore a gray uniform with brown lining. It hugged his broad shoulders and muscular frame. His messy hair didn’t quite cover up a fresh wound on his forehead. Blood was still oozing from it, but he didn’t seem fazed.
He caught my gaze, and a swoon-worthy smile spread across his face. “You are Serena, aren’t you?”
I gulped. “Yes.”
“My name is Rion Starsong. I’m here to rescue you.”
How could this be real? It wasn’t possible.
I laughed nervously. “It’s finally happened,” I said to myself. “I’ve gone mad.”
He frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“Of course you don’t. You’re a figment of my imagination.”
Rion held out his palms and observed them. “I look pretty real to me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Great. My imagination made him into a comedian.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you asked me to save you, didn’t you?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping to return to reality. “This is just a dream. This is just a dream.” Rion was a character in my story. Yes, I’d scribbled down a plea for help, but that was in a fit of frustration. I didn’t expect him to show up. How could he show up? He wasn’t real. Was he?
I opened my eyes again, horrified that Rion was still there.
“Look, I don’t know what’s going on here. I was sent to investigate a beacon—”
“A beacon?” I asked, finding that curious. That was right where my story had left off.
“Yeah. And then I hear a voice—yours—asking me to get you out of here. It was like some sort of portal drew me in, and I ended up here—wherever here is.”
“I didn’t write anything about a portal.”
I planted my hands on my hips. “How did you know my name was Serena?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just knew. Are you in need of rescuing or not?”
I shook my head, digging my fingers into my scalp, burying them in my wavy brown locks that were now tangled with grass. “You’re not real.” My eyes widened with fear. I didn’t know what was happening. I backed away, getting ready to run.
“How can I prove it to you?”
In the distance, the screen door swung open. I whipped my head around and saw Mr. Smith had come back outside to continue his search for me—and, no doubt, to investigate the loud crash. I jerked my attention back to Rion when I felt his strong hands on my hips. “What are you doing?”
His soft lips brushed against mine, and a rush of heat swept through my chest. My eyes fluttered open. I was at a loss for words.
“I told you I was real,” he said. “Do you believe me now?”
I nodded, praying that my cheeks hadn’t turned as red as they felt. I didn’t know if I was hallucinating or what, but that kiss sure felt real to me.
“Now, I’m going to ask you again, do you need to get out of here?”
Mr. Smith called out my name. And now there were others who had joined the search party, too.
What reason did I have to stay here? I was going to be shipped off to who knew where, and I would have to start all over yet again. If Rion was real… if there was a chance for me to escape this miserable life, what was stopping me?
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Until next time…
I’m continuing to chug along writing the first draft of my new YA space fantasy series Fostered Reality. I’m about 25,000 words in so far and am having a blast discovering these new characters. I plan on going ahead and getting started on books 2 & 3 before I release this one so that I can release the books in the series close together. It'll likely be close to September before the first one comes out.
In the meantime, I thought I’d share something I love to do when writing: creating Pinterest boards for character inspiration. Check out myPinterest page for Fostered Realityto take a peek at my “dream casting” for the characters. If you browse around my other boards, you’ll also find the actors and actresses I envisioned for Fate Abandoned and Stellix. If you've read the books already, it might be fun to see how the characters you imagined while reading matched up to what I had in my head when writing. 🙂
Speaking of Fate Abandoned and Stellix, I'm working on revamping them with snazzier covers. I'm eager to share the updated versions with you once they're ready! So far, 2018 is shaping up to be a very busy and productive year.
The first book in my new YA space fantasy series is coming along nicely. It's about a teenage girl who finds herself trapped in an alternate reality that she unknowingly created through her writing. So far, I'm roughly 9k words into the first draft. It'll be a little while before it's ready to see the light of day, but in the meantime, I'm excited to reveal that the title is Fostered Reality (The Kryptos Chronicles Book 1). I can't wait to share more updates on Serena Skylark's adventures with you in the coming months!