NOW I’M A PUBLISHED AUTHOR…Oh, wait. Does pressing publish count?

Friends ask me, how does it feel to be a published author? But, you know, they ask if more like this – HOW DOES IT FEEL?!?!?!?!?!

Well, it feels pretty cool in that my book is finally on Amazon for the world to love, hate, pick apart. I followed the Divine guidance, checked off each step toward that really cool day, and when my book finally went LIVE, I…sat back and smiled.

There was no jumping, cheering, or leaping high fives. There were no booty shakes or late night celebratory martinis. There was just me, my computer screen, and my sister, the girl who cheered me on from day one. So, it was really special in that aspect.

Now that I’m HERE, I have no idea how I’ll do. I’m just gonna keep on keeping on and write, write, write. Because it’s what I love…And because the people in my head won’t stop TALKING. 

I'll leave you today with a little Jay and Lila teaser. So, Bitter Angel is listed as a Thriller, but she and her boyfriend, Jay, also have quite a few sweet moments. Here is one of them :)

Tuesday Teaser

Bitter Angel comes out in less than TWO WEEKS! Wow, I can't believe the time is going so fast!

If you haven't added it to your Goodreads TBR yet, you can do it HERE.

Since most of this book is listed as a thriller, today's teaser is quite the adrenaline rush. Hope you like :)


Disclaimer: Parts of this may have changed somewhat during the editing process.

I pushed up with the heels of my palms and sprung back into motion. Wind whipped at my damp, matted hair. My arms pumped forward and back, forward and back like an Olympic runner. Tonight I had no choice but to run like one. The cold air smarted against my cheek. My face – already puffy and stretched from tears, dried blood, and caked mascara – was beginning to go numb. Even with all the adrenaline powering through me, I could feel tiny pieces of broken glass crunching under my feet and slicing the soft skin. Miniature cuts for every pound against the asphalt, chaffed by dirt and grit.

I wasn’t sure how many seconds passed until the loud clamoring of metal ended and I heard the thump of rubber soles on the street. He was gaining ground.

No…

Just as I rounded out of the alleyway, I flung a glance at the street sign: Harrison Rd. The road was deserted. I didn’t care. I started shouting like a lunatic to anyone that would listen. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

Pumping harder, I kept at it, my lungs wheezing, sides cramping. “HELP!” I turned two more corners, no longer bothering with memorizing street names now that I had a roundabout location.  “Please help me!” My words were choked from the lack of air. “Help.”

Up ahead, I noticed moving lights. Headlights. Cars.

He was so close, I could hear his labored breathing, and just as I felt him trying to snatch my hair, I gunned it. Either by a second wind, survival instinct, or both. The doughy, sweet smell of fresh bread hit me in the face. Businesses. People.

I heard a strange grunt behind me but again made the next street my focus. Shutting out everything but getting around one more corner, onto a main road with consumers and proprietors and people with cars.

One last corner. I was three feet away.

Two.

One.

And then I went down, crash-landing hard. He had caught the back of the t-shirt.