The Chosen’s Cover is Here!!

**Post has been updated to reflect the NEW release date of 2.5.19**

So, I’ve been sitting on this beauty for a while, and it’s been killing me! But today, today I finally get to show her off!

Okay, so there are those who are mad at me for ending book two in the Knight’s Academy series on cliffhanger. I’m so sorry, but it had to be done. Anyway, the book you’ve been waiting for is *almost* here! Just another month to go! The ebook of The Chosen will drop on February 5, 2019!

But, today, I can finally show you the cover. Whoop whoop!

Ain’t she purty?

About The Chosen:

Still reeling from her grandmother’s death, Myka William’s has been chosen to rule her pack, but she isn’t sure she wants the job. It comes with an unwanted fiancé and vampires who are still hunting them down. Running away has always been her go-to answer, but Myka’s finally found what she’s been looking for—home. Running is no longer an option.

As the last female alpha in her pack, Myka isn’t allowed to follow her heart, and she has to fight a battle between her heart and head. Will Myka be able to have the happy ending she so desperately wants?

Along with help from vampires, hybrids, and werewolves she can trust, Myka must learn how to find a way out of her engagement, get the pack to take her seriously, and save her pack from the vicious vampires who want to use them for unspeakable things.

Being the chosen one isn’t as easy as it seems.

And if you haven’t read books one and two yet, what are you waiting for? Get them today! Just click on the photo below to be taken to Amazon. 🙂





Things you probably won’t understand if you don’t live below the Mason-Dixon Line. #SouthernLiving

We’re a rare breed down here in the South. I’ll attest to that, but I’m proud to be Southern. I’m a self-proclaimed Southern belle, and though I’m a girly-girl, I don’t mind telling you like it is, which is definitely a nod to my Southern-raising.

But, as I watch TV shows set in the South and read books written by non-Southerns set in the South, I find it funny how they see us.

So, here’s a little about us, written from the perspective of a Mississippi girl proud of her Southern roots.

  • Our accents may be thick, but they’re authentic. Honey, you can’t fake this, no matter how good of an actor you are. that accent's fake
  • Mosquitoes are real, and they will eat you alive! I’ve seen mosquitoes out in February because honestly, it never really gets cold here. So, no, though it’s ideal to leave windows up and doors open, without screens on windows and doors, you’re fighting mosquitoes, flies, and red wasps. And if we’re able to even be blessed with days where we aren’t boiling alive and can open windows and doors, it’s only a day or two a year. So, air conditioning is our best friend.window
  • These Christmas movies set in the South, yeah, snow doesn’t happen down here, and if it does, it only lasts for a little while and freezes on the road after it melts so we can’t drive on it.  Don’t laugh at us for not knowing how to drive on ice either. Seriously, these back roads are no joke! They don’t get salted either, so it’s definitely not safe to hit black ice and go sliding around a sharp curve or fly down a steep hill.christmas truck
  • We speak in cliches and funny sayings such as “bigger fish to fry”, “bless your heart”, “up a creek without a paddle”, “so good it makes you wanna slap ya momma”, etc. But trust me on this. You don’t wanna slap your momma. She’ll slap you back down here!bless your heart
  • Speaking of mommas… Never, under any circumstances, do you test ya momma. Let me tell you. A Southern momma is a woman you don’t want to mess with. And we have mad respect for them. A Southern woman is a blessing. We love our mommas down here!thanks for letting me bother you for life
  • Sweet tea. There’s really no explanation for it except for the fact that you have to know the right amount of sugar to put in your sweet tea and how to make it the proper way. I’m not talking about iced tea. That’s a whole ‘nother thing completely, and it ain’t nearly as good as what we have down here. Down here, we drink sweet tea or coke (and that’s any flavor, any brand). everyone's addicted to sweet tea
  • Food, family, and friends are synonymous. If you’re friends and family, we will offer you food and welcome you into our home for coffee or sweet tea to go with it. family dinner
  • Don’t let our accents and cliched sayings scare you away, down here, you’re always welcome, and even though it might not be home, you’ll feel like it is! welcome home

 

HUGE eBook Black Friday sale!

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Hi, y’all!

I hope you had a fabulous Thanksgiving (if you celebrate). I’m still full from the food we had!

Anyway, I have some exciting news for you! I wanted to tell you about a HUGE sale that is going on this weekend! There are over 150 titles available, and they are all either $.99 or FREE! There are also a long list of paperbacks for sale at incredibly discounted prices as well! And the good news is they are all clean reads! Be sure to go check out this amazing sale here.

You’ll find that Delivered by Angels: Entertaining Angels Book 2 is in this sale for $0.99 as well!

There is also an amazing giveaway going on! Grand Prize winner receives 20 paperbacks and the 2nd place winner gets 20 e-book titles, including Entertaining Angels Book 1, from the sale for free!

 

You can sign up for the giveaway here.

Giveaway runs from November 22nd until November 26th.

Grand prize open to US winners only. 2nd place prize is open Internationally.

2nd Place Winner Receives 20 E-books

Gather Round the Fables by Erika Matthews

The Case of the Tabloid Tattler by Perry Kirkpatrick AudioBook

The Twelve Cats of Christmas by Perry Kirkpatrick Audiobook

Coffee Shop Christmas Ebook by Ryana Lynn Miller

The Land of Cotton ebook by Ryana Lynn Miller

Entertaining Angels, Entertaining Angels Book 1 by Emerald Barnes

Secret’s Kept by Jennette Mbewe

The Firethorn Crown by Lea Doue

Beyond Broken Pencils by Julie C. Gilbert

Ashlynn’s Dreams by Julie C. Gilbert

Soldier On by Vanessa Rasanen

Burning Rose by Hope Ann

Iced and Nailed by Avery Daniels

Imani Earns Her Cape by Bokerah Brumley

October by J. Grace Pennington

Disowned by Sarah Addison Fox

My Compass Home by Michaela Bush

Summer Shadows and Necessary Evil by Killarney Traynor

 

Grand Prize Winner Receives 20 Paperbacks

Mythical Doorways by Jenelle Schmidt

Faith is the Victory by Faith Blum

Kiera by Kate Willis

Because Anonymous Diana L. Sharples

After: Book One in The Neverway Chronicles by Savannah Jezowski

Specter: Book Two in The Neverway Chronicles by Savannah Jezowski

Leandra’s Enchanted Flute by Katy Huth Jones

Eagle Eyes by Tammy Lash

London in the Dark by Victoria Lynn

When Beauty Blooms by Victoria Lynn

Aerisia: Land Beyond the Sunset by Sarah Ashwood

Iced and Nailed by Avery Daniels

There Was Always Laughter in Our House by Sarah Holman

Bridgers: A Parable (paperback) by Angie Thompson

Love Blind (paperback) by Angie Thompson

Code by Angie Thompson

Christmas Eve at the Backdoor by Rebekah Morris

The Seven Drawers by Kendra E. Ardnek

He’s Making Diamonds: A Teen’s Thoughts on Faith Through Chronic Illness by Sara Willoughby

 

 

Participating Authors

Kate Willis

Hope

C.B. Cook

Vincent Trigili

Malachi Cyr

J. Willis

Diana L. Sharples

Sarah Addison-Fox

Annie Douglass Lima

Marc Secchia

Katy Huth Jones

Savannah Jezowski

Kandi J Wyatt

Joan Lightning

Angela Watts

Ava Mallory

Sara Bourgeois

Jaye L. Knight

Sarah Ashwood

Killarney Traynor

Zanna Mackenzie

Valerie Howard

Bokerah Brumley

Kat Bellemore

Faith Blum

RJ Conte

Abigayle Claire

Tayla Alexandra

Kristen Iten

Emily Selby

Stephanie Damore

Erika Mathews

Frances Hoelsema

Grace Pennington

Rebekah A. Morris

Frankie Bow

Martha Fuller

Lena Karynn Tesla

Allison Tebo

Sarah Monzon

Victoria Lynn

Sonia Parin

T.I. Lowe

Lia London

Tammy Lash

maria grazia swan

Deany Ray

Paige Sleuth

Jenny Berlin

Annie Louise Twitchell

Jordaina Sydney Robinson

Kelsey Gietl

Kendra E. Ardnek

Frances Hoelsema

Stacy Juba

Laura Guenot

Michaela Bush

Tricia Mingerink

Hailey Rose

Ryana Lynn Miller

Angie Thompson

Nadine C. Keels

Kellyn Roth

Angie Thompson

Vanessa Rasanen

Julie C. Gilbert

Jennette MbewS. Johnson

Amy Williams

April Lynn Newell

Lauren Lynch

Lea Doue

Kelsey Bryant

Avery Daniels

Sarah Holman

R.M. Arch

Jenelle Leanne Schmidt

Cathy Perkins

Laura Jackson

P.D. Workman

Emily Hinkle

Hannah Loviisa

Claire Banschbach

Rebekah Jones

Faith Potts

Sara Willoughby

Imperfect

It’s been a busy past few months for me. Since January, I’ve released two books. Luckily, they were already written, but I’ve been drowning in edits, proofreads, sales, and marketing (which takes up more time than I care to admit), not to mention my own freelance proofreading business. But I won’t complain about that. It’s a very good thing to have business. All of that to say that blogging wasn’t on my “must-do” list.

As I was looking at my memories on Facebook, it occurred to me that I used to blog a whole lot, and I miss it. I really do. Though, it feels like I don’t have a good idea in my head to blog about. What else could I add to what everyone else is blogging about? Does anyone even read blogs anymore? I don’t know. That’s probably the anxiety talking. Ignore that.

I’ve always tried to be transparent with y’all with my blogging. Why? Because it makes me more human. I even opened up about something last week that really bothers me. It’s something I never wanted to admit about myself, especially let others see.

I don’t want you all to think that I’m perfect, because I’m not. I’ve made that obvious, I hope. And over the past few months, I’ve really noticed that. Not that I ever thought I was perfect. I’ve never thought that, but it never stopped me from striving to be perfect.

I’ve always had this complex where I couldn’t let anyone see my weaknesses. But that was because I didn’t want to see my weaknesses. I beat myself up over small, stupid things I did, and I realize now that was just the anxiety talking. Because, who is really perfect?

I took the Bible verse Matthew 5:48 way too literally.

“Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect.”

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I strove for this perfection, and when I didn’t even come close to it, I beat myself up and felt extremely guilty about how I wasn’t perfect. Honestly, I still struggle with it.

I’ve been dealing with some personal things lately, mostly anxiety, fear and worry. (And you can read that in last week’s post.) But, I’ve not only been dealing with this, I’ve been dealing with beating myself up about having it.

I’ve even been struggling with my self-image more. Has anyone else noticed my lack of #youarebeautiful and #loveyourself posts? Yeah… It’s because I haven’t felt that way in a long time now. I was just searching through clothes online the other week, thinking about buying some new ones, when I had many thoughts:

  • “I wish I had the confidence to dress like that.”
  • “Oh that’s cute. But it wouldn’t be cute on me.”
  • “I really need to lose more weight.”
  • “I really need to lose a lot of weight.”

I closed my browser and stopped looking. I didn’t buy any new clothes.

Daily, I wonder, “What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I be better? Why can’t I be perfect?” But the cold hard truth is that I will never be perfect. I will struggle with things, but I don’t have to let those things define me. It’s hard to live that way. I’m trying. I haven’t gotten there yet, but I’m really working on it. I’m working on me, and that’s about all I can say at this moment.

It’s okay to be imperfect. I hate that I am, but it’s okay. It’s okay for you too. We may deal with this hatred of being imperfect, but we can’t stay here. We have to keep moving. We have learn that we will never be perfect, so there’s no reason to get anxious about it and stay in that anxiety because we aren’t. And if you believe in God, we have to give it to Him. We have to let Him help us.

You’re imperfections are part of who you are. Maybe it’s time we started embracing that and if we’re ready to change, start out slowly, start working on how to fix it. It doesn’t have to happen overnight. In fact, I’ve been dealing with some things for years. But I’m working on me, and that’s okay.

Are you ready to be hunted?!

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Y’all!! The Hunted is finally here!!

I know we just released The Marked in January, and this came out rather quickly but oh my goodness! It’s exciting!

Book two was even more fun to write than book one. I’m serious. I’ve introduced a lot of new characters who I absolutely fell in love with! #teambrent, just saying. And there is a lot more of the werewolves. You’ll learn more about them and the pack. And of course,  there is more Milo. *sigh* And well, Preston is still alive. I’m sorry. *ducks as all of you run at me*

Okay, so….

Anyway…

What’s it about you may ask? Well, I’m glad you asked. Here’s the blurb.

Myka Williams has been forced out of Knight’s Academy and is on the run, constantly moving to keep the vampires off her trail until Preston’s venom is no longer coursing through her veins. But she isn’t alone.

Brent Jacobson is her protector, training her and teaching her how to be the werewolf she’s destined to be. He’s annoying, stubborn—and hot. But there’s something he isn’t telling her.

Myka has to come face-to-face with the truth of who she really is. Will she find safety, or will she always be hunted?

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Order your copy today!

Amazon / Amazon UK / Nook / iTunes

If this piques your interest and you haven’t read book one? No worries. My publisher hasn’t changed the price from 99¢ yet, so now is the time to get it before word gets back to her. Hurry! 😉 You can get both books for only $4.98 according the Amazon.

Get The Marked on Amazon / Amazon UK / Nook for the 99¢ price.

Now, I hope you all get your copy so we can talk about it! I’m really anxious to have many discussions with you guys about it!!

Happy Reading! ❤

When you realize you aren’t practicing what you preach… #youarenotalone

This goes much deeper than loving myself.  This gets into my mental state.

Let me just preface this by saying that this is difficult for me to talk about. For the past few weeks, I’ve been dealing with some stuff. For my sake, I don’t want to go into details, but I wanted to talk about it.

I went at this alone because I couldn’t talk about it. I didn’t feel like I could talk about it because I felt like what I was dealing with was stupid and not worthy of discussion. I felt like I needed to deal with it on my own, but I was miserable. I didn’t feel like myself, and I even found myself praying that God would heal my mind.

It went deeper than just mental. This was spiritual too, and I was at war. Part of me even felt like I didn’t deserve help, because what was plaguing me wasn’t worthy of speaking about. And that was wrong of me to think.

Whatever you’re struggling with, it’s always important. There is always someone there to listen to you, to pray with you.

In this case, it was my parents. I finally broke and told them just how bad what I was struggling with had gotten over the past few weeks.

Disclaimer: I do want to state that I’ve never been diagnosed with any kind of mental illness, depression or anything similar. I don’t claim to struggle with any of these. But, as a highly emotional person and someone who has tendencies to obsess over things that haven’t happened or mistakes I made, sometimes, my brain can get overwhelming.That’s what happened this time. It happens a lot, I’m afraid to say, but I usually deal with it. On my own.

Again, that’s a mistake. You are NEVER alone. Sometimes, I forget that I deserve help just as much as I know you deserve help. I am bad about preaching these important things but never practicing them for myself. And that is wrong too.

I have to learn to take care of me, just as much as I get the pleasure of spreading positivity around. But I’ve got to work on me.

I’ve heard it said that in order to love others, you first have to love yourself. And I get that. I believe in that. But I forgot to love me. I forgot to take care of me. I forgot that I wasn’t alone, that I didn’t have deal with pressure and emotions alone.

And it got me to thinking. There are others who live this way too. They struggle with their feelings  until it becomes overwhelming, and sometimes, it doesn’t turn out too well for them. Today, I want you to know that you have to take care of you—and that means stepping out and reaching out to someone who can help you: parents, teachers, friends, husband, wife, sisters, brothers, whomever. There is someone out there who can and will help you. Don’t do this alone. You are NOT alone. Please don’t feel like you are. Together, we can overcome anything.

Am I perfect? No. Am I over this I was speaking about earlier? Not completely. I still struggle with it on a daily basis. But I’m working on it, and I know that I can trust my mom and dad with these fears and anxieties. And there is someone out there you can trust too.

#youarenotalone

The Marked is here! Get my #newrelease and #read an exclusive #excerpt!

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I didn’t announce this on my blog, but I announced it on my Facebook and Twitter pages. I was recently accepted as an author through Clean Reads. They picked up a book that I honestly wasn’t sure I would ever publish. It was my book, The Marked. It was originally called Knight’s Academy, but since it is a planned trilogy, I kept the Knight’s Academy as the series title. But today, I finally get to release my Knight’s Academy novel.

As you probably know by now, I’m normally a Christian fiction author, but this isn’t Christian fiction. It’s a YA paranormal romance. It’s new for me, but it was loads of fun to write. I hope that you enjoy this new genre I’m dabbling in!

So, what’s it about?

Myka Williams has never fit in with her peers, and although her adoptive parents are loving and supportive, she feels most at home alone in the woods.
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When she’s offered a full scholarship to Knight’s Academy in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, she takes the opportunity for a fresh start. She soon learns that Knight’s Academy is more than just a school. Within the stone walls of the institution, humans and vampires are mixing, and their offspring are going unnoticed.

As Myka falls prey to the evil plan of the school, she makes a chilling discovery about her own heritage and realizes that she’s at the Academy for more than just an education. Myka must yield to her birthright at the risk of losing everyone she loves or succumb to the fate that Knight’s Academy has in store for her—a fate worse than death.

Where can you purchase The Marked?

Amazon / Amazon UK / Barnes and Noble

Read an exclusive excerpt now!

“Can I ask you a question?” Myka said.
“Sure.”
“Won’t you get in trouble for jumping the wall at school, or since you’re in good with Headmaster Knight, can you get away with it?” Myka hoped her voice was light enough for him to figure out she was joking about the last part. She was still curious to know the answer, though.
Milo laughed. “I don’t usually get caught.”
“So why do you jump over the wall?”
“To escape.”
“Escape from what?”
“Life.”
Milo fell silent, a contemplative look overcame his face, and Myka wondered just what he was running from. But sometimes you didn’t need an excuse to run away and hide from life. She could relate.
He was different than when she’d first met him. She thought he was this broody jerk, and although he was still broody, he wasn’t a jerk. She couldn’t explain it, but she might be able to relate to him more than she first thought.
“Sometimes, I feel the same way. I would run outside at random and hide in the woods back home. There is this tree that has huge roots. I’d climb those roots and sit there for hours, watching the small creek run beneath it. It’s relaxing.”
“Do you miss that?” he asked.
“Yeah. Sometimes things feel overwhelming, like the walls are closing in on me. I think it’s claustrophobia, but I don’t know for sure.”
“I understand that feeling well. It’s like the academy isn’t big enough for me, like I need to be somewhere else.”
She nodded. “I can’t imagine that being raised there made it any easier on you.”
“It didn’t.”
He fell silent again, and Myka knew that was the end of the story. At least for now.
When they arrived at the boutique shop, Myka asked, “Do you mind if we go in here?”
“Of course. Anything you want to do.”
He opened the door for her, and she walked inside. The cool air felt good on her skin, and an apple pie candle burned on the counter a young woman leaned against.
“If you need any help, let me know,” she said in a heavy, Southern accent.
“Thank you,” Myka answered.
She supposed Milo would be bored with shopping, but she found the store quite charming. There were lots of brightly-colored clothes, purses, and big jewelry Olivia would love. She walked to the jewelry first and browsed through it. She could hear Milo’s quiet breathing behind her. “I didn’t figure you for a jewelry type of girl,” he said playfully.
“I’m usually not,” she answered with a nervous laugh.
She looked at the necklaces; one, in particular, caught her eye. A silver necklace with a large turquoise crescent moon charm hung on the shelf. Myka held the cool stone between her thumb and index finger, admiring it.
“Do you like it?” Milo asked.
“So much.”
“It’s beautiful, fitting,” Milo said, inching closer to her.
As he moved behind her, the heat of Milo’s body warmed her, along with the whisper of breath against her ear. Her stomach fluttered, and she took in a deep breath. He reached for the necklace, and his fingers brushed hers as he took it in his hand. She let her hand linger before she pulled it away. She turned to face him as he watched her every move. She leaned closer to him, and he inched closer to her. She wanted to kiss him, to feel his hands on her, and to taste his lips.
She pulled away quickly and fumbled through, “I saw a cute purse. Over there.”
Myka backed away and bumped into a rack of clothing. She turned around and walked across the store to the purses and looked through them, regretting not kissing Milo when she had the chance. Embarrassed didn’t even touch how she felt about what had just happened. There was no reason why she had pulled away from him. She wanted to kiss him, but when he was close to her, she freaked out.
Milo walked up behind her, keeping his distance. She had just succeeded in pushing him away.
Yep. She was an idiot.