Packing food and ice for a week-long river trip is both art and science! Thankfully, I’ve always had seasoned river pros along to do the packing! And I can honestly say we eat really good on the raft trips! Continue reading “Nom, nom, nom … whatever will we eat?”
You have only one dry bag…don’t get carried away!
My first raft trip was pretty rough. I didn’t bring chapstick so my lips looked like cracked cement by the end of the trip. They hurt even worse. To spare you all the confusion, anxiety and yes, pain, here are some things I’ve learned to bring that tend to always come in handy when packing for a rafting trip. Continue reading “Packing for your white-water adventure — what to bring”
So when Dark Awakening made the top 9% of sales in its category, Continue reading “How Dark Awakening made the top 9% in Amazon sales (in its category) without a big marketing budget”
Do you love romance novels? If so, you’re certainly not alone. According to Romance Writers of America, the romance novel industry is a $1.08 billion dollar business. Continue reading “3 Ways You Know You’re a Closet Romance Novel Enthusiast”
My stepmother introduced me to romance novels at the ripe young age of 13. I still remember my first novel–Ashes in the Wind– by Kathleen Woodiwiss. I was captivated by the beautiful heroine, strong, brave hero and the fascinating story line. Continue reading “Love Romance Books? Why Dark Awakening and Dark Gathering Won’t Disappoint”
It’s been a little over a year since Dark Awakening, my first novel, was released. At the time, I didn’t think anything could replace the joy, excitement, nervousness and hope that came from the release of that first novel.
But the release of my second novel, Dark Gathering, Continue reading “Introducing Dark Gathering, Book 2 of the Dark World trilogy”
Scotland, November 2, 2212
“If I didn’t learn to use a gun in my century, what makes you think I’m going to learn to use one in yours?” Caitriona Sinclair quipped at the hulk of a man who stood before her. She exhaled, blowing an errant red-brown curl from her eyes and watching as her breath reflected the cold November day. Her deep, emerald green eyes met his hard grey ones without backing down. After all, she knew he would win in the end. He always did. As if reading her mind, he placed two fingers under her elbow and pushed her arm up so that it was parallel to the ground.