Power Exchange Post Mortem

For those of you who might be interested in the answers to questions like:

“When you started writing Power Exchange did you already have an idea the direction the story would take for Myah in Consent?”

and

“Considering that Gavin and Myah are detectives for the St. Louis police department, it isn’t shocking that there a lot of deaths in this series, but one death in Consent really took me off guard. What were your thoughts in the death of the character vs leaving him alive?”

click here for the entire interview, including what’s coming up for future works.

The Anatomy of Perception: RELEASED!

Amazon usually takes 12 hours or more to approve an indie book for publication. So I was all prepared to do the upload today and hope it would hit sometime around midnight and be immediately available for anyone who searched for it first thing in the morning.

A minute ago, I got a tweet mentioning that it’s out now. Whut? In the fastest publication ever, The Anatomy of Perception is available from the following retailers (links edited as title becomes available across the board).
The Anatomy of PerceptionAmazon $5.99 mobi
All Romance eBooks: $5.99 mobi, epub, pdf
Barnes & Noble: $5.99 epub
iTunes: $5.99 epub
Scribd: $5.99 epub
Page Foundry: $5.99 epub

A little early spring gift for us all. Thanks, Amazon!

Winners! And a Moment

The Anatomy of PerceptionBecause of the fantastic response to my Reapings and Rewards Newsletter signups, I’ve decided to double the number of winners. Four people will receive an advanced copy of The Anatomy of Perception in mobi, epub, or pdf. It’s at the formatter’s right now, but when I get it back and check it, it’ll be in the hot little hands of these four people:

Valerie Hacking, Sadonna Swan, Lily Blunt, and Alice Viviano

Congrats to the winners! You’ve all been emailed.

Now, I’m going to take a moment here to be frank. I know this winter is getting to everyone, with the never ending snow, colder than average temperatures, ice in places that don’t usually see ice, or lack of snow in upper elevations that bode poorly for those who actually want the feet of accumulation being dumped on the Northeast right now. I know this is the likely reason for my own doldrums because despite accusations of being a vampire (for the hours I keep, and for blocking sunlight from my house with closed blinds for reasons), I too need spring to get here.

But the real truth of my restlessness lately is this: I’m scared, you guys. In the last few weeks, all my expected income from outside sources has landed and this is it. I’m truly on my own with the full-time writing. I’m playing the marketing strategies as best I can, and so far, it seems to be going as expected. I have a few new avenues of readership to pursue so I can hopefully expand my audience, and while all of this sounds very businessy, it’s extremely personal to me, as Meg Ryan said in You’ve Got Mail.

I have a lot riding on this new release.

Yeah, I will have a lot riding on every release afterward, too, because momentum matters, but this first one, well. This one sets the tone. It’s about new characters. It’s a book close to my heart, too. But more than anything, it’s a test of sorts for me. I hope I pass.

So while I’m trying to stave off the cray-cray, I have just one favor to ask. If you get the book, please consider writing a review of your opinion when you’re finished. Love or hate it, I learn from reviews. I can use positive ones to help sell the book, and negative ones to learn from my readership where I missed the mark. Constructive criticism helps me grow.

I don’t know if you remember, but several months ago, I asked you all what you do and don’t like about books that have non-linear storytelling, with past and present timelines interwoven. I listened to your reasons, which included each timeline having enough length to each section to really sink into, not starting at the end and then working through flashbacks the whole rest of the book, keeping both timelines equally compelling, and more. To those of you who answered, thank you for the feedback. I took what you said to heart and tried to shape the story in a way that would be compelling and avoid some of the peeves. Your candor helped me write a better story, and I know your candor in reviews would do the same.

So if you’re curious as to what story was pulling at me so hard I had to jump it ahead of everything, March 12th, it’ll be released and ready for consumption. Another book baby out in the world. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

News, Giveaways, and a Sneak Peek

With the new book release in the coming weeks, I’ve decided to get organized, get serious about keeping you up to date with information, and maybe give people a little something in return for your loyalty.

I’m building a newsletter, and for those who sign up, before March 1st, I will choose two subscribers to receive a free ebook copy of The Anatomy of Perception when it’s released the second week of March. So please, click here to sign up and your name goes in the hat! I’m also going to make this newsletter a place for exclusive snippets of upcoming works, contests, and content regarding my books not available anywhere else on the internet. Don’t miss out!

By way of thanks, I offer you an (unedited) excerpt from The Anatomy of Perception, after the jump.

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Coming March 2015

The Anatomy of Perception

In the beginning, there was wreckage. Dane Perry’s mother was dead, and the father who always said he’d amount to nothing blamed him. Dane swore he’d become something. He would be someone. In the middle, there was escape. Rebuilding his life from the ashes of his mother’s memory, Dane found success as a respected surgeon, and love in the form of Craig Dahl, a talented artist who became his everything. But there was also darkness, lies, and a crumbling foundation just waiting for the ground to shift.

In the end, there was a spectacular fall, illusions shattered, and for Dane, nothing more to lose. He was broken, damaged, and left with fierce demons. But from the bottom, the only way left is up. Dane renewed friendships and salvaged his career. The only thing he cannot replace is Craig. But Dane has a plan. Brick by brick, his foundation is rebuilt, and all he needs is for Craig to listen one last time.

In the beginning again, there’s hope and tatters of love. Can Dane repair the damage with Craig? Can he rescue the only thing he amounted to that ever truly mattered?

Crazy Busy Life and An Excerpt

This place got quiet. *blows dust off* I know, I know, but I’ll tell you why. I couldn’t talk about my plans over the holidays because one of them, the biggest one, was a secret.

See, Kate’s family wanted to surprise her for her 30th birthday. So they talked to me without Kate knowing, and behind the scenes, we arranged a trip for me to visit. So after I spent a week plus with my parents over Christmas and New Year’s, I came home for two days, did a flurry of errands, and jumped on another plane to the motherland.

About a day later, after long layovers, and time changes and such, I followed her sister into her house and gave her stunned face a kiss. Even two days later, she still looked at me and crowed, “You’re here!”

Her parents rented us a flat near one of her good friends, and we spent the week eating out, having wicked cool drinks, playing in London, going to the clubs of our people, starting new books, and making business deals.

Yeah, we never stop working, even when we’ve had a few drinks and the bouncer of a club starts talking to us about his true work, which lo and behold, I might have a very specific use for. When that’s a little more fleshed out, I’ll spill those beans.

In the meantime, yes, Kate and I started a book on which we’ve been plotting for a little over six months now, and let me tell you, the conversation about it had us both excited and possibly freaking out a cab driver.

As a reward for your patience, I give you a scene flash from my next release, hopefully out sometime in March, titled Anatomy of Perception. This is first person from the MC’s point of view, a scene flash when Dane sees Craig for the first time. Hope you like.

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I didn’t stop to watch the hot street artist because I thought he would change my life. I was simply fascinated by his quick hands, his obvious skill, and the swell of his ass. He had a really nice one, in paint-splattered jeans that hugged him well, and a t-shirt with a pug on it. The fall air was warm enough to not need a jacket, and when I wasn’t staring at his delectable backside, I strangely found myself drawn to his forearms. They flexed with each fluid movement of his brush hand while he quickly painted a profile portrait of a woman who stood closer to him than the rest of the crowd. She watched him work, and every few seconds, exclaimed at how wonderful he was.

I agree, I thought, taking another long look at his ass, for once not caring who saw me looking. That was the beautiful thing about New York City: no one noticed me, so they didn’t have a reason to give a damn if I liked guys. I could easily hide in plain sight, checking guys out to my heart’s content—with some care. If the guy being checked out noticed and was a dick, I could get my ass kicked. But in the four years since leaving home, I’d perfected the discreet eye-fuck. Less risky that way.

I had to keep moving, though. I was going to be late for class. I’d worked way too hard to get where I was to chance being late, and failure was not an option. I couldn’t go back home. I wasn’t teacher material, and I didn’t bother to look into what else my biology degree might allow me to do. It was MD or nothing.

Apparently, my feet didn’t get the memo. I stood there as the artist finished, signing the painting with a flourish as a smattering of applause rippled through the crowd. The woman eagerly paid and took her portrait with her, staring at it as she walked and forcing other sidewalk patrons out of her path. A few bills landed in an open, battered portfolio case at the foot of the guy’s easel, and I found myself wishing I had even a dollar to spare. But I didn’t. I watched my pennies religiously. There was no way I’d let myself be too broke to pay my third of the rent.

The artist scanned the dispersing crowd for his next mark, and I quickly looked away when his eyes landed on me. I really had to go anyway. I moved, trying to escape.

“Hey, hold up.”

A hand on my elbow slowed me and I turned to face the warmest brown eyes I’d ever seen.

“Let me paint you.”

I shook my head. “I can’t. I have class and I’m already late.” At least it was true. Lack of money wasn’t my only excuse.

“If you’re already late, you should skip and let me paint you. I didn’t know eyes that color existed outside a computer. Are those contacts?”

I rolled the eyes in question, but something about his ease while talking to strangers kept me from walking off. I got compliments on my eyes all the time. They were such a light blue they were almost silver. Many a girl had used my eye color as a platform for flirting, not realizing I was and always would be immune to their feminine charms. But the guy before me, he was right up my alley. So, while I rolled my eyes at his obvious line, I also smiled regretfully.

“I’m sorry. I really can’t. Maybe I’ll see you around though.”

“Me or my ass?” he asked, dropping his volume and giving me a wink. So he’d seen me checking out the goods.

Heat surged into my cheeks, but instead of stammering and running away, I gave him a very obvious and thorough once-over.

“Both.” It was the best parting line I’d ever had, so I took advantage, chuckling as I walked away.

“Wait!” he called. “What’s your name? How do I find you again?”

I waved over my shoulder, mortification creeping in. Had I really flirted so openly with a guy I wasn’t positive was also gay? In public? Jesus. I had never done that before. I only ever involved with guys at gay clubs who wouldn’t be there for any other reason.

“Please?” he yelled after me. I ignored him as I descended into the bowels of the subway system. Nice ass or not, at that point, I hoped I’d never see him again. How could I have been so dumb?

Safely on the train speeding me the last several blocks to my class, I allowed myself a grin, which was swallowed by a grimace. Random art wasn’t the only thing I couldn’t afford. Calling attention to myself was another. Distractions could also cost me way more than money. I needed to keep my focus on my goal, not get sidetracked by tanned forearms and dimples beneath molten brown eyes. I tried to put him out of my head and think about the lymph system, recalling the salient points of my reading homework from the night before. I had thought that would be my one and only encounter with the hot, charming street artist.

I was wrong.