Hello friends! I realize I haven’t posted any writing on this blog in a long time, and it just so happens that I stumbled upon a piece of flash fiction on my computer the other day that I found rather interesting. So without further ado, I’m going to drop it down here for your entertainment.

Let me know what you think!

There’s a certain kind of beauty found in secrets that exists nowhere else. And maybe that’s what drew me to him; I could already tell he was full of them. Or maybe it was his boldness, and the way he was so completely unaware of it. Like he thought the rest of the world also had no problem just walking right up to the Queen of England and striking up a conversation. Ok, so maybe I’m not the Queen of England, but that’s beyond the point.

You know how some people just have sparkles in their eyes? Well, his were like that. Like miniature suns allowed to exist as a constant assurance for those who needed it that there was always a light shining somewhere, even in the darkest of nights. You would see his eyes and smile, there was nothing complicated or unsettling about it.

But there was something complicated and unsettling about him, probably the same things that drew me to him. He was so unaware of the rest of world, the way they saw him, the things they thought of him. He didn’t adhere to their conventions. He was different. He was a mess.

None of that mattered when my cheek was tucked in the crook of his neck, my eyelashes brushing his collarbone, another attempt to get as close to him as humanly possible, another attempt to distract myself from the nervous flutters in my stomach that matched those of my eyelashes. And I would be so entranced, listening to his heartbeat, tracing the curves of his arms and hands that I could always hear it when he smiled. There always came a sigh before it. One that to me, signified contentment, wonder, and all the power stored in those little moments that took your breath away. Then I’d smile against his chest, my fingers still dancing across the skin of his arms as I whispered, “I love you.” I could always feel him shiver then as if it ran through both of our spines.

“You’re better off without me.”

He always had this way of ruining the moment, making me feel like the girl who’d climbed onto his motorcycle that first day, desperately searching for something, somehow thinking a troubled boy on a secondhand motorcycle was the answer. Well he wasn’t, and we both knew it.


Giveaway for How to Get Your Heart Broken

Hello friends! I’m doing a giveaway to help promote How to Get Your Heart Broken. Enter for a chance to win a $25 Amazon gift card!

Enter here.

All the love,


How to Get Your Heart Broken Blog Tour

How to Get Your Heart Broken

Hello friends! Today is the official kick-off for my book blog tour. Yepee! If you are interested in reading the promo material (author interviews, teasers, etc.) click on the blogs below.

A Dream Within A Dream 

The Golden Scribbler

The Bookwhore Diaries

What’s She Reading? 

And if you all would like to follow the rest of the tour, the dates can be found here.

All the love,





How to Get Your Heart Broken Trailer

Hello friends! I can’t believe it is less than two weeks before How to Get Your Heart Broken gets released!! I am feeling ridiculously impatient. The only reason I don’t want to speed up the days is because I am currently on spring break (Ha!). Anywho, I have something to help us all get through the wait: the book trailer!

I made it myself (not to brag or anything 😉 ) so I am excited to share it with you all. Let me know what you think in the comments below!

All the love,



Hiya! If you’ve been keeping up with my blog for a while you know that I released a few short stories through the inter-web a few months ago. Well…this is one of those stories where you have to backtrack to explain.

So Saturday was my birthday and I begrudgingly became a non-teen (yikes). Now here’s the exciting part: In celebration, I decided to make the previously mentioned short stories free for a whole week!!! I know, I know, you’re bursting at the seams with excitement. But really, it’s free so what do you have to lose?

Anywho, you can find the stories on Smashwords and Barnes and Nobles (+ iBooks, Kobo, and OverDrive). I value all of your opinions so I would really really appreciate it if you let me know what you think of these stories by leaving a comment on here at any of those retailer’s sites. If you want to know what the stories are about check out these previous blogs. Thanks for listening 🙂



What Scares You: Story # 3

Hey guys! So this is an excerpt from the third story I am releasing tomorrow, it’s called “What Scares You.” If you’re interested in the others check out my previous posts, called “Loveless” and “We Met at Target.”


A bad date could just be the start of the night when everything changed. Drunk drivers, quiet bars, and unsolicited confessions create an epic formula that will either bring two strangers together or tear them apart; its only guarantee is how it will unravel them.

And here’s the excerpt:

“Siblings?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“An older brother,” she smiled, leaving the faraway world she’d been visiting before he called her back. “He just got married last summer. The girls a bitch-”

He let out a weird humph, some mixture of astonishment and a nervous laugh that almost made her regret what she’d said.

“But it’s true!” She protested.  She sighed and rolled her eyes, as if someone was forcing her to admit her fault, “But she helped him get his life together I guess and he’s happy…at least I think so. So good for them…I guess.”

“I hope that wasn’t your toast at the wedding,” he said, his eyes widening in fear.

“I didn’t get the chance to make one,” she said regretfully. She propped her chin up on her palm, and looked up at him for the briefest of seconds before fixing her eyes to his coaster. She had never dated anyone who used a coaster before. She was trying to decide if she liked it or not.

“Is there a story there?” He asked. He was too curious now to regret the way his voice betrayed his interest.

She smiled slowly, sadly, at the coaster, “Maybe I’ll tell you one day.”

She looked back at him. Her eyes were a warm, strange mixture. Chocolate with a hint of sunlight, sad and bright, he liked looking at them, though he couldn’t explain why.

“What about you?” She asked in a high voice, blinking the mystery away.

Thanks for reading! If you’re interested, you can buy my stories here.

Happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Loveless: Story # 1

Hello world! So tomorrow is the day I am finally releasing three new short stories on Smashwords (also available on Barnes& Books, iBooks, etc ). Eeeek!!!! I thought I’d put up some samples up here for anyone interested. So here’s the first one *cue drum roll.

This one is called “Loveless”

Intelligent, eccentric, and bored, Mae is still waiting for the moment her life will change. At her first house party, she thinks she may have found the answer in a certain stranger’s crooked smile, but some journeys must be taken alone.

And here’s the excerpt:

“You going to the party at Jackson’s house Saturday night?” She asked me after our temporary release from the prison that is Russer’s class.

“Probably not,” I replied, debating if I should make up some lie about having other plans and deciding against it when I remember what a terrible liar I am.

“Come on! Jackson is going to be there.”

The way her eyes grew, so large it seemed they could have swallowed her small, doll-like face whole, you would have thought Jackson was her nickname for the Loch-ness monster.

“I figured he would be, since it’s his party…”

I may be the only girl in school not impressed by Jackson and his all-American good looks, but Emma already knows this. She was already halfway out of the building, shaking her head as she walked away and turning to blow me a kiss before she pushed the door open.

Emma and I are not friends. The only time I have “hung out” with her outside of school was three years ago when we happened to be at the DMV at the same time bonding over the fear that we would be the only two in our grade to fail our driving tests. The two of us just happened to end up on similar paths. This is not saying much, coming from Pine Hill, an absurdly small town on the outskirts of North Carolina we weren’t the only two from our high school that fled to the biggest college in the area. Still, sometimes I wondered if she had followed me to school, her place as every teacher’s favorite student secured with the stellar combination of my brain and her people skills. By now I don’t really mind her. Besides, I am using her as inspiration for one of my characters, Mia’s more outgoing and conventionally likeable older sister.

If you liked it, buy it tomorrow! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!