Is it Spring yet?


Okay…I admit to thinking snow is beautiful to look at, but I’m not too keen on being buried alive by it.

I swear if it’s not snowing it’s below -10 and I’m layering myself underneath 3-4 layers of clothes.

Being that I’m a Texas gal you would think ‘why live in these unbearable conditions year in and year out’ if you’re practically freezing your rear off?

The answer is simple. I love Wisconsin….well the months that it doesn’t feel like I’m living in the arctic.

All I can hope for is Spring to show itself sooner than later so that I can sit outside with my laptop and write.

Wishing everyone warm thoughts this Wednesday morning as I hide underneath my warm blankets and avoiding leaving the house with it only being 2° outside right now.

Book cover for my next book “The Storms That Fated Us”



Tia expected to spend a fun weekend with some of her old high school friends while hitting the ski slopes for her 23rd birthday. An unfortunate chain of events brings some unwelcomed guest to ruin the celebration before it even has a chance to begin. While a massive storm uses its strong winds and below freezing temps to threaten annihilation upon everything in its path, Tia has no other options than to wait out the horrific weather conditions in the confinements of the cottage with her ex-best friend; who devastatingly humiliated her at the end of their senior year.

Tia partly blames herself over the way things ended between Carson. She truly believes the hatred towards her is well deserved for betraying his trust. Despite the fact he’s not capable of expressing anything, but destructive words towards her, she remains hopeful they’ll finally reconcile their differences after all this time.

Of course Carson doesn’t feel any more chances are owed to the girl who caused so much emotional turmoil in his life and continues tormenting his nemeses instead of mending their broken friendship. Trying to distract herself from Carson’s intimidating behavior, Tia digs up the old high school yearbooks her friend Mira brought along and reminisces over the past memories of her life; right before it started to become frustratingly complicated. Filled with so many regrets, Tia can’t seem to rid herself of the guilt that continues to nip at her heels and haunts her conscious. She can’t help but wonder how things could have gone differently if her ex-boyfriend didn’t always lure her back into his corrupting grasp or Carson’s conniving on-again-off-again girlfriend hadn’t made it her mission to put an end to the once tight knit relationship.

Will the massive storm brewing from the outside of the cottage make Carson and Tia its latest victims or will they take matters into their own hands and putting an end to the high school feud by ripping apart each other one painful memory at a time?



I love whenever I find some kind of inspiration to keep me going during all those long hours or writing and revising my stories.

My latest muse is music from artist Andrew Belle.

I first heard his amazing lyrics when I was watching my newest guilty pleasure Castle. For those of you who haven’t seen or even heard of this show on ABC, let me tell you, it’s highly addicting. The chemistry between Detective Kate Beckett and Author Richard Castle is PHENOMIAL!!!!! I aspire to write that ‘I want you, but I shouldn’t want you, but you ignite such a fire deep inside of me that’s so fierce I’d be nothing if I didn’t have you in my life’ type of chemisty. The concept of a corky, annoying author following a serious, doesn’t put up with anyone’s B.S detective around for inspiration makes me want to find someone hunky and “pretend” I’m doing research too. (Just kidding I’m married, but it would be fun…just for a day or two.)

I’ve dipped my toes into writing suspense/mystery two years ago and actually enjoyed creating the storyline. That’s why I’m diving back in to write several suspense/mystery stories and planning on having them published sometime by the end of 2013.

I can’t help myself from hopping from one genre to the next. I swear I don’t have ADD…I’ve been tested. I’ll just get an idea while in the middle of working on a story and find myself opening a new doc. to start writing out the first, second and maybe third chapter. This explains why I’ve written at least 20 stories (some of them are halfway or close to be completed).

Okay back to my inspiration.

So Andrew Belle’s ‘In My Veins’ played during Castle’s Season 5 Finale. The words were so fitting to the situation (I won’t say exactly why just in case you haven’t seen the episode, but let me just say BEST LAST 5 MINUTES EVER!!!) Anyways the lyrics are so moving and so very true. I instantly became hooked to Mr. Belle’s songs and found myself being able to use it as my muse whenever I’m writing a serious scene between my characters.

Okay I’m done rambling about how much ‘I LOVE CASTLE’ and ‘ANDREW BELLE’. I’m sure I’ll find more addicting things to discuss in a day or two. Until then I’m off to revise, revise, revise.


Hello All!!!


I thought it was time to get into the swing of things now that I’m getting closer to having a few more books published.

My health condition put quit the damper on my every day life. As much as I hated going days or even a month without writing a single paragraph, it was necessary. There are some things in life we have control over and the things we don’t well we have to find a way around it.

8 months ago my life was altered yet I feel lucky that I can still wake up every morning to see my husband off to work and my kids rushing around to grab everything in time to catch the bus.

As I get around to completing the projects I started almost a year ago I feel a sense of accomplishment. It’s not easy having a condition that makes you feel like the world is spinning around you while your head is being tortured by a sledge hammer. I keep holding out hope they’ll find a treatment for my vestibular migraines and when they do I’ll attempt my first cartwhell in over a decade.

I have so many things planned for this year and I’ll be damned if I let any more obstacles stop me from doing those things.

On the plus side of things, all the poking and prodding they did in my brain didn’t affect my ability to come up with even more ideas for future books.



Hello world!


Another day….more edits…more coffee…more writting…more coffee…nap time…more coffee…more edits.