Crave the Rose

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My New Adult romance, Crave the Rose, releases early on Valentine’s Day! Check it out on Amazon and Goodreads. Here’s a teaser:

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Rolling fields slant toward the sea until the grass breaks away into white cliffs of chalk. The water below the cliffs glimmers pewter. It’s nothing like the golden beaches of Los Angeles, but home is an ocean away.
“Let’s go swimming,” I say.
He gives me a crooked smile. “You brought a swimsuit?”
“Hell no. I want to go skinny dipping.”
His eyes smolder. He has more of an imagination than I gave him credit for, which isn’t helping his boner in the slightest. “There’s nobody on the beach in the rain.” I love how logical he has to be about everything.
“Do it. You know you want to see me naked and wet.”
With a laugh, Bram turns onto a road and follows it to the sea. He pulls off in the grass. We’re at a crack in the chalk cliffs, a narrow footpath leading down to the gray sand below. It’s not too far of a climb down.
Before the engine quiets, I unbuckle my seatbelt and jump into the rain. I’m getting wet anyway, so I wriggle out of my clothes and toss them into the Audi. I’m down to my bra and underwear when I see Bram staring at me.
He licks his lips as I strip naked. “Damn, you have dangerous curves.”

Cover reveal – Crave the Rose

Time to reveal one of the Super Secret books I’ve been writing! Crave the Rose, my first contemporary romance, is the story of a bad girl and a sexy Irish guy both looking for a second chance at love.

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Crave the Rose - EbookWhile studying abroad at Oxford, Cassia loses her boyfriend in an accident–the night after she catches him screwing another girl. Only Bram, an Irish charmer whose wolfish smile hides his darkest secrets, makes her feel anything but numb. Cassia refuses to be hurt again. This is sex, nothing more, with three little rules:

No cheating.
No lies.
No falling in love.

But rules are made to be broken…

 

Publishing isn’t a “real job”

I’ve debated whether I should speak about the controversy when author Stacey Jay cancelled her Kickstarter. Marni Bates and Chuck Wendig have great summaries of the situation, if you haven’t already heard.

Sometimes honesty in publishing can be a kiss of death, so I’ll try to keep this succinct.

In 2013, I decided to self-publish after I couldn’t sell another book to any publisher for several years. Yes, maybe I was writing the wrong books for the right people, but still, it meant that I would go a year without a new release.

Of course, this meant no publishing income for a year. And I faced the very real fear that readers might forget me and my books completely. A fast fade into obscurity. Obviously I didn’t want to go down without a fight, so I decided to self-publish my first indie title. When I researched the costs of cover design, formatting, and editing, I had some sticker shock. I graduated college in 2010, hadn’t found a “real job” I liked, and money was still tight.

Kickstarter seemed like an awesome solution. I did one for my dieselpunk novel, Shadows of Asphodel, which I knew was weird but everything I wanted to write. When I ran my Kickstarter, I didn’t ask for any money beyond the costs for publication and fulfilling incentives for backers. The Kickstarter was successfully funded, but I still had to pay out of pocket when I went over budget partway through the process.

Still, crowdfunding was a success, and Shadows released 2013. When I started writing the sequel, Storms of Lazarus, I decided to run another Kickstarter so I could afford the same amazing cover designer. Again, all the money went straight to the book.

As an author, I am privileged. I can stay at home to write while my husband earns a steady wage, even if I can’t always chip in with my royalties. But then there’s that moment when you realize you spent too much on marketing your last book, and can’t afford the cover for your next release. Or there are student loan payments, or medical bills, or the groceries you put on your credit card. Sometimes a “real job” seems like a smarter choice than anxiety and depression when you fail at publishing.

Could I do another Kickstarter? Maybe. After what happened with Stacey Jay, I’m not sure I could justify a third crowdfunding campaign.

I write books for myself and my readers. I publish for a living.

And it’s often nearly impossible to make a living as an author. Maybe authors shouldn’t feel entitled to a salary. Maybe readers should only expect books from those with enough privilege not to worry about money.

But I would love for writing to be a “real job” for me and authors like Stacey Jay.