London Chapter One She knew who it was before she’d even finished rocketing her name across the men’s department of Selfridges. “Jacqui Bailey…Is that you?” Jaq had a feeling when she’d tipped her triple espresso into her lap this morning that something bad was going to happen, and so far, that spill had been the …
First, thank you to everyone who just read my recent release with Sapphire Books, McCall. I’m grateful as well because McCall certainly wasn’t written by just me, it was created by us. It was you that listened to the lapping of the lake water against the dock and felt Sam’s hand slide around the back of …
Consent. Yep, it’s still a thing. If you’ve read my books, you know there’s an awkward point in every single one. You’ll know when you come across it. Clothes have long since hit the floor, ragged breath has replaced words, and sweat and lust glisten across bare skin. Then everything stops. Let’s let Sam Draper …
Let me tell you about my straight girl crush. I was in high school when I met her and the moment I heard her quote Shakespeare my heart stopped. She was straight, of course, but too beautiful not to stare at. There was a depth to her, something just below the surface, like walking to …
This short story was inspired by a cocktail popular in Paris in the early part of the last century. It’s also based loosely around a feminist writer from the same era. Leave your guess in the comments… I’ll be beyond impressed if you get it right. It was 1947 and I’d left my parents asleep …
Because simply put, I want to see what part of you, your words, your voice, even the way you run your hand through your hair might be the spark that becomes a new character. I think we all have an inner character. The one we want to think is the real us but rarely is. …
I wrote this short story in my late twenties before I learned not to touch the silence that settles between people in real life, as well as characters on the page. As a society, we’re so anxious to snatch every second of conversational pause that it’s become second nature. We’re desperate to use it, unconsciously …
I was reading one of my older posts tonight, which I rarely do, and it had an excerpt from my first book that I wrote about four years ago. It was a sex scene, the first time two main characters were together, and I wrote from my own experience a bit. Not wholly, but to …
In three weeks, I’m moving back to my hometown, population 2300. Eureka Springs, AR. The next town over is twelve miles away, and you have to go there to get to Wal-Mart, which is where everyone gets everything. If you have any sense you have to wonder why I’m doing this to myself, but women …