Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Have you checked out...

...my novella, Breaking Girl Code, in the Once Upon a Summer Anthology from InkSpell Publishing?

Check out an excerpt below, to see if it wets your whistle.


You would get EIGHT stories by EIGHT amazing authors! 

It wasn’t that I was mad at Preston. His sexist methods for getting a girl’s attention had likely been working famously for him—up until tonight—and he’d never had the need to change. I just had no interest in being the one to instigate such change. I wasn’t running a douche bag rehabilitation program.
No matter how much talking with him felt like home, or how his eyes seemed to penetrate into my soul whenever their gaze fixed itself on me. No matter how much we seemed to have in common. And especially no matter how delicious his muscle definition was as he’d pulled his t-shirt back on over his water-slicked body. Nope. I wasn’t going to give into my lustful instincts.
By the time we rolled down the Coeur d’Alene main drag, all traces of pink and orange were gone from the sky, and it was now a dark, deep bluish-black and speckled with stars. The streets were crowded with tourists taking in gourmet trout dinners, purchasing overpriced driftwood art, and listening to acoustical musicians singing away underneath antler chandeliers. I’d never been part of the Coeur d’Alene nightlife, mostly because by the time I was old enough to want to be, I was busy helping my mom stay sober.
Glancing at the side of Preston’s face, and judging by his somber expression, he likely wanted to get back to Becker’s party now that I’d shot him down.
“You can just drop Liza and I off outside my building,” I finally said, voice tight and tense as he turned east beyond the freeway, toward the poor side of town—myside of town. “I’ll take it from there.”
Preston scowled and watched the road, in all of his sopping wet t-shirt and dripping pair of khaki shorts glory. Preppy to the forty-seventh degree. So not my type. At least, not usually…
Gah! What was wrong with me? My interest in him was clearly the result of acute loneliness. I was eighteen. It was the last summer of my youth. I was supposed to be sowing all of my wild oats, and instead, I was working overtime, peddling flowers to (mostly) old people and the occasional rich boy looking to impress.
We stopped at a red light, and Preston turned to me. “What floor do you live on?”
I bit the inside of my cheek. Why did my heart clunk inside of my chest when our eyes connected? I was losing it. Losing it, I tell you.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

Sabbatical.

I just got back from a three month sabbatical.

I didn't actually go anywhere, I was just overwhelmed with life, and had to take a step back. Nothing bad happened, per say, just a lot, you know? Life suddenly got very heavy, and I had no choice but to step back and regroup.

Here's what ya'll missed:

My awesome son hit 18 months living and serving in Chile, and we're excitedly planning his return this summer.
I dressed as the Long Island Medium for Halloween.
My daughter went to her first American homecoming! (Center, navy blue dress....she looked so pretty!)
We bought a house in the woods.
As if I could resist this staircase. I mean, come on.
My sweet Rocky injured his butthole. No, seriously.
I packed and unpacked boxes. So. Many. D*mn. Boxes.
We went to Disneyland on a vacation we really couldn't afford, but couldn't get our money back on. 
While in L.A., we found some incredible Korean BBQ and (literally) ate until we were sick.
I discovered Mickey Beignets. This was a problem for me.
Came home from Disney and packed to move this lady in......
My mom lives in the apartment in our new house.
So. Many. Boxes.
Celebrated Christmas in our new house.
Now that we live on a mountain in the woods, we've discovered wildlife again. Currently we have  "gang" of at least (I'm not kidding) 15 turkey living on our property, who are angry that we moved in and displaced them. My kids (and I) like to gobble at them and chase them. One of these days, they're going to chase me back, and scare the bejeezers out of me.

So as you can see, it's been a crazy fall/winter for me and mine. Not to mention the emotional implications of moving back to our hometown and seeing people we haven't seen or kept in touch with for a long time. Repatriating ourselves has been tricky, to say the least.

The good news is, I am back in the game. I am back to working and writing again, and I am back to blogging. I hope everyone enjoyed their holiday season, and that you're all excited for the books I've got coming up soon.

Glad to be back, friends.

xoxo
Brooke