Saturday, March 23, 2013

From 5 to 6....

As many of you know, I'm not just an author, but I'm also a biological/foster/adoptive mother....

(Which is why I put my books out so slowly. Have you ever tried to write, edit, & promote a book with five kids running around? Yeah. Not so simple.)

Well, this week we took the leap from five children to six. Now we've got a 13 yr old, an 11 yr old, a 6 yr old, a 4 yr old, a 2.5 yr old, and an 18 month old. We're hoping to adopt one of our foster children someday, but the other will likely return to her bio family someday, so we're going to enjoy her while we can.

Yeah. Truly. It's organized chaos around here.

But when you're changing the lives of kids who would have otherwise had an awful's honestly worth it. I might put books out slowly...but so help me, these little monsters are the reason I was put on this earth. Love them. Nothing I've ever done in my 36 years (including becoming a published author) has ever felt as gratifying as becoming a foster parent. Hands down.

Have you ever considered becoming a foster parent? Check out this website: or drop me an email sometime if you have questions.


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Favorite scenes!

The Entangled Edge page is sharing one of my favorite Violet & Gabe scenes today! (From Keeping Secrets in Seattle)

Click here: ENTANGLED EDGE to check it out!

And then click here: FOR YOUR KINDLE to buy a copy!

Or here: FOR YOUR NOOK if B&N floats your boat....

Happy Brooke Moss week!

Monday, March 18, 2013

It's Brooke Moss week!

.......on the Entangled Edge Facebook page! *throws confetti*

Stop by to share some comment love...and read deleted scenes, character interviews, & favorite one liners from KEEPING SECRETS IN SEATTLE.

Hope to see you there!

Friday, March 15, 2013


I just finished a trilogy that I HIGHLY recommended to you all about a year ago. I wrote blog after blog, singing it's praises.....

And I've been waiting on pins and needles for the third and final installment for this trilogy.

It came out last week, and (of course) I read the crap out of it.....

And last night I finished it.


To say I was let down by the last book would be the understatement of the year. Now, I know some say that authors should be supportive of other authors--at any cost--giving them good reviews even when you didn't enjoy the books.

I don't believe this.

As an author, I have gotten some pretty scathing reviews. Some have ticked me off, others have made me cry. But over all...I've taken it. Reviews go hand in hand with publishing books, and if I can't take a bad one, then I've got no business publishing books. Period.

Remember this: JOYOUS READS

Yeah. Those are my feelings on bad reviews in a nutshell.

So anyway...I really struggled last night with how to review this last book in the trilogy. I wanted to praise the author for stellar writing. Because talent drips off of this woman like sweat in August, and that's a fact. She's amazing. But on this last book....she really dropped the ball. It felt like she simply lost interest, and walked away from the computer. There was no conclusion whatsoever. For any of the plot points. None. Nada. Nothing.

I wanted to scream. And cry.

True story., since so many of you are asking me what I thought of the last installment of the Delirium Trilogy, by Lauren Oliver, I am posting a link to my review here: Goodreads!

My final thoughts are this: Ms. Oliver is amazing, and I can only hope to have a tenth of her talent someday. Her world building skills are stellar. Her word usage is at times poetic. However......she ended the story poorly, and left me--as a loyal fan, and paying customer for all three of her books--completely unsatisfied with the ending.

That being said...grab the books. They're worth the read, and you won't regret spending your time reading them. They're exquisite and very creative.'ll likely want to punch someone in the throat after you read her crappy ending to the series.

Good luck, peeps.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Next week is BROOKE MOSS week!

Okay.......not nationally......

But on the Facebook Entangled Edge really is Brooke Moss Week. Woot, woot!

All week, we'll be talking about my characters from my latest release, Keeping Secrets in Seattle, and there will be character interviews, funny anecdotes, and--wait for it--deleted scenes!

As many of you know, Keeping Secrets in Seattle was written YEARS ago, was told from both Violet AND Gabe's perspectives, and was a three book saga. Obviously, a lot was changed in the editing process, and things (lots of things) hit the editing room floor. In most of my reviews, the readers have enjoyed the story...but in a couple, the readers were confused by Gabe's daft cluelessness and thoughtlessness. There have been so many times when I've wanted desperately to share Gabe's perspective, because it would have made loving him as much as I do easier for my readers.

Now...I get that chance!! Hooray!

So be sure to go to the Entangled Edge page and "like" it.... CLICK RIGHT HERE!

And starting on Monday, March 18th....I will be featured, along with my characters, interviews, favorite scenes, and my deleted scenes, etc...So much fun!

Can't wait to see you all there.

P.S.....I found this recently, and decided it's my new mantra. I've been (shamefully) ogling this dude since I spotted him on my children's Marmaduke DVD. Then all the sudden I realized he was in like three of the movies I saw this winter! Go figure. Then I became a creepy mom/author stalker (seeking inspiration for characters, of course) and watched some of his other stuff on Netflix and Youtube and Amazon. It was pretty good. Check out Pushing Daisies for a whimsical treat, and The Fall for a full-on visual & emotional treat--and I'm not just talking of the man candy variety. Who knew?

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Irish me.

I always feel weird celebrating St. Patrick's Day. I mean, it's almost like it should be called "Celebrate Our Heritage By Dressing Like a Moron and Drinking To D*mned Much". And since I don't drink...or often wear green...I'm left in the dust by all of the other Irish partiers.

Then I get a glimpse of my pasty white, freckled skin...and I am reminded that I am, in fact, partly Irish, and that not all Irish people are lushes.

Even if they're genetically predisposed to it.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Hee hee

This weekend, I explained to my husband that it's my business to notice good looking actors/stars/men, etc.

He said that was the dumbest thing he'd ever heard.

I explained that as an author of romance and women's really IS my business to notice a hottie out there, then base a character on him. In doing this, I bring these actors/actresses/hotties alive in my reader's minds. I give them more than just movies to imagine these lovely specimens moving, talking, kissing, and swashbuckling. I explained that my Pinterest boards of Mancandy is my way of doing the world a favor, and that I should be thanked for my contribution.

I further explained that this interest didn't in any way effect my feelings for him, and all of his nerdy science geek glory. He's still the butter on my bread, and the feta in my greek food. I lurves him, and only him. I just owe it to my readers to write about lovely, yummy heroes in my books. And one cannot do that without visual aid. Right?

My husband thought about this for a few minutes.

Then rolled his eyes and went back to his work.


He just doesn't get it. I doubt he ever will. I still love him, though.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Another day, another excerpt...

“It’s a surprise. But we’re going there on my bike, so you need to change your clothes.” He handed me the helmet and climbed onto his bike. “Hop on.”
            I gave him a sideways glance. “So you’re saying that a skirt is out of the question.”
            He released a low whistle. “As hot as I know you’d be in a skirt, jeans are more appropriate today.”
            “Oh, come on, gimme a clue.” I crawled onto the back of the bike and wrapped my arms around his middle.
            “No hints.”
            And true to his word, there were no hints. Instead, we went to my apartment, where Landon dove into my closet, then emerged with a flannel shirt and a giant fisherman’s sweater, citing that I would “thank him later.”
            I smiled when he slipped into the bathroom before we left. Even though we’d only been dating a few weeks, he was already talking about our relationship in the long term. Instead of being allergic to such talk the way most guys were, he seemed to enjoy planning a future together.
            “Hey, hurry it up in there,” I teased from my kitchen. “This sweater is really warm.”
            He laughed from behind the bathroom door, and went to check my phone for messages. I sent Gabe a text message as I left the Silver Cascade, and then got too caught up in my Valentine’s Day celebration to answer his three calls.

            “Hey Violet…it’s Gabe. Dude. What’s up with your cryptic text message? Sorry I didn’t get back to you quicker. I was at the grocery store buying groceries for Valentine’s dinner. Why anybody would want to eat a mushroom with the word ‘shit’ in the name is beyond me. But Alicia loves that kind of fancy crap. Whatever. So anyway, give me a call, and let me know what’s up. I’ll be around. Later.”

I covered my mouth to keep Landon from hearing me giggle as Gabe rattled on. The sound of Gabe’s voice made a shudder go through my body, so I pressed repeat and listened to it again two more times.
            I heard the water running in the bathroom, and pressed Delete. It was time to chill out. Here I was, in my apartment with my new, good looking and thoughtful boyfriend, and I was obsessing over a voice mail left by a taken man.
            “Get over it,” I muttered, taking a mental note to call him as soon as I got home. Gabe would be up late. He always was. Unless Alicia was spending the which case, he wouldn’t be able to talk. I had a sudden urge to throw up.
            “Ready to go?” Landon’s deep voice came from behind me and made me jump.
            “Oh, you scared me,” I burst out.
            “Sending me a text to tell me to hurry it up?”
            I slid the device into my jeans pocket. “Exactly. Let’s do this.”

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Thursday, March 7, 2013

Why I write what I write...

I've been asked recently (and repeatedly) why I write 'closed-door-bedroom-scenes' in my books, and why I have yet to read the ever-popular 50 Shades of Grey series, and the like, and am I opposed to fan fiction that would take my characters back into the bedroom for the great sex the apparently deserve :) ...and I've been avoiding those questions because I'm not in the habit of diving too deep into my personal beliefs. 

However, because I received my fifth (yes, my 5th) email last night chastising me for making KEEPING SECRETS IN SEATTLE "rated PG13", and informing me of 'how much better' my books would be if I added more heat...and since I've received such criticism for my other books THE CARNY, THE WHAT IF GUY, and BITTERSWEET...I decided to tackle the subject once and for all. Clear up any misconceptions, and make my position known to all of my amazing readers who have made my writing career so incredibly worthwhile. ♥

First off: What I read and write should have no bearing on what you, as a reader or fellow author, should enjoy. My standards and morals are just that. MINE. They are what makes my life good, happy, and livable, and not intended to be used as a moral compass for anyone else. You should read what you like--whether it be an Amish romance with nary a kiss, or an erotic romance filled to the top with gratuitous sex--and you should make that decision based on your own moral compass, and nobody else's. The decision of where your own moral compass points is between you and your own higher power, no matter what that be. 

Second: When I made the decision to attempt to become a published author, I made a commitment to myself, and my higher power, that I would never write a book that couldn't theoretically be made into a PG13 movie, since that is the highest movie rating I allow myself to watch. This doesn't mean that I have any negative or judgmental feelings towards other authors who write novels of a more erotic or gratuitous nature, it just means that I've found my comfort level, as an author AND a reader, and I've stuck with it. I have friends in the writing world who write erotic romance, and their talent doesn't wane in the slightest. Their stories are every bit as good as mine are--sometimes better--and their careers are every bit as promising as my own. My commitment to writing closed door sex scenes is just that. MY commitment. Nothing more.

Third: I have no qualms about fan fiction at all. If it weren't for the fan fiction culture, I likely wouldn't have ever picked up a pen after years of motherhood and pushing my own dreams to the back burner. Without being inspired by fan fiction, I wouldn't have started writing my own books, which ultimately led to my own successful career. If someone were to write fan fiction devoted to the sex scenes my characters so richly deserved, I would be nothing short of flattered. However, it is important to know, that in *my* imagination, they weren't lacking good sex. Oh, they had it. Probably a few times. I just made the decision--as the author--to turn away and let them have their private moment. So if you stumble across fan fiction devoted to Gabe & Violet, Charlotte & Vin, Leo & Anna, or Henry & Autumn...just know that those scenes are just a small glance into the bedrooms that always existed, I'd just pulled the shades and left them to their own doings, because that's my comfort level as an author. 

And fourth: By committing to write the heat level that I write, I am able to continue participating in religious activities that are important to me, and to my family. Would you approach someone of the Jewish faith with a plate of pork, then chastise and taunt them for not partaking? Would you approach a woman of muslim faith and berate her for keeping her body so covered? I would hope that your answer is no. Here in America, we have religious freedom--a freedom that our forefathers and ancestors fought long and hard for. My religious beliefs are of the utmost importance to me, and I expect to be treated with the same religious tolerance that I've shown to my fellow Americans. If I don't question your beliefs, and why you do (or don't do) certain things, then please respect mine. Every person has a higher power--whether it be God, mother earth, themselves, or somewhere in between--and since we're free to believe whatever we want, we should show religious tolerance to ALL. Don't question or make fun of my beliefs because you're frustrated that I didn't write about my character's climax, and I won't question why you do the things you do. Seems like a fair trade.

I hope that this clarifies why I write the way I write, and I hope that this squashes any misconceptions that I am in any way judging readers or other authors for writing and/or enjoying books with a higher heat level than what is found in my books. I wish EVERY author out there all the luck in the world, and I wish every reader out there happy reading--no matter what your comfort level is. Find where you are the most comfortable, and read it. It's as simple as that. And to everyone whose comfort level is different from yours, bid them respect. The world of books is big enough for all of us, so live and let live.

Thanks for listening.
xxoo Brooke

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Good reviews make me happy. Well, so do crappy ones, actually, that means someone's READING my books!

Woot, woot! Here's a review I'd like to tattoo to my ample backside... 

"Quirky, Hilarious, Compelling, Hard-To-Put-Down! Dammit. I had to stay up until 1 am to see what happened with Violet and Gabe and Landon.
Brooke Moss can weave a tale so beautifully, it makes me wonder where she's been and why she isn't up there on the NY Times Bestseller list. I have no doubt she will be after this book catches on. Between the compelling tension of whether Violet will get her life straightened out, are moments of hilarity and fun that you don't want to miss. KSinS reads like a Downtown Contemporary Women's Fiction, not just for gals with tatoos and pink hair but for any woman who has ever experience unrequited love. This story has something for everyone in it without seeming like there is too much going on. Read it, you'll laugh out loud, guaranteed."

Thanks, Kim H., wherever you are! From your lips, to God's ears... ;)

Grab your copy today. Check out the KEEPING SECRETS IN SEATTLE page above for buy links...

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

What the what?

Holy freaking poop on a stick, Google Reader......USA Today?? My latest release was mentioned a few days ago....

USA Today

Color me surprised....

Win an eCopy of The What If Guy!

Still on the fence about whether or not to buy my latest release, Keeping Secrets in Seattle?

Maybe this will sweeten the deal...




Today only...grab a copy.......then drop me an email at

If you show me proof that you bought Keeping Secrets in Seattle today, I'll send you a free eCopy of my first book, The What If Guy. (Click the header tab devoted to The What If Guy to read all about it.)

Hope to hear from you soon!

Sunday, March 3, 2013


Skip the latte tomorrow.....and spend $4 on my book. Nobody gets hurt. Everybody wins.


Friday, March 1, 2013

Happy Friday!

What better way to celebrate a friday, and the first day of March, than with a big, fat EXCERPT:

Like to hear it? Here it go:

He looked up, chagrined. “I’m sorry, Vi.”
            I couldn’t help it when my voice shook. “I don’t want you to be sorry. I just don’t want to be ditched by my best friend.”
            He looked over his shoulder. “Hey, shh.”
            My voice was rising. I didn’t care if I made a scene. Whatever it took to make Gabe listen to me. “I know that my timing on this sucks, but there are some things you need to know about her.”
            “Come on, let’s not do this,” Gabe said, gently guiding me through the front doors of the building.
             I followed Gabe around a corner, where we stood by a brick wall. “You don’t have a clue what kind of woman you’re marrying.”
            “Of course I know who I’m marrying, Vi.” Gabe’s frown pulled his features down. “She’s my fiancĂ©e.”
            I looked into his eyes. “Even though she’s a liar?”
            “Where is this coming from? I thought you and Alicia got along?”
            “We did before. Sort of.” I folded my arms across my chest.
            “Before what? Before we almost kissed?” He lowered his voice. “That was—”
            “A giant mistake? Yes. I realize that.”
            “It wasn’t a mistake.” He put his hands in his pockets, and shifted between his feet a few times. “It...”
            I folded my arms across my chest. “What, Gabe? Spit it out.”
            He looked around nervously, even though there was nobody around. After a few beats, he just shook his head without saying a word.
            “Fine.” I put my palms out. “Fine. I get it. It was an awful mistake.”
            His features softened. “I was going to say amazing.”
            My anger fizzled, but confusion flared. “Oh…I guess.”
            “I haven’t been returning your calls this week because it seemed safer not to.”
            I shook my head. “Are you really that afraid of being alone with me?”
            Gabe’s eyes darkened. “Yes.”
            “So you’re going to avoid me for the rest of our lives?”
            His cheeks flushed. “That’s the plan, yes.”
            I pushed his chest. “What the hell? I’m in your wedding. I go to every holiday at your parents’ house. How will you avoid me forever?”
            He rubbed his eyes. “Things are changing, Violet.”
            There was nothing being said, but the air between us was thick with everything unsaid. I started to release his hand, but he laced his fingers through mine. My gut twisted. “I’m sorry that it happened.”
            “My Vi.” He sighed and stepped closer to me.
            A vision of Landon in his apartment, cheerfully dropping folded shirts into a suitcase, popped into my head, but I quickly shoved it to the back of my mind. “I have some things to tell you, Gabe.”
            He looked down. “Every time I’m around you, I can’t keep my hands off you. What’s wrong with me?”
            I could feel that all-too familiar magnetic pull between us, and my resolve started to crack. If Gabe kept touching me, I wasn’t going to be capable of fighting my desire much longer, and I was going to suggest making out in the parking lot soon. I had to get everything out that I’d come here to say, before he came any closer. When I put my palms on his chest, and I noticed his pulse thudding through his shirt. I took hold of his wrists, and stepped back. “Why do you keep doing that?”
            “Doing what?” he asked.
            “Touching me like that.” I still felt tingles where his palms had been.
            “Like that?” He shoved his hands in his pockets.
            “Like we’re more than friends.”
            Gabe glared at me. “I’m engaged, Violet.”
            “That’s what makes this so wrong.” I gestured between the two of us. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you, and we can’t stay off each other!”

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