Monday, December 23, 2013

Merry Christmas

Christmas with the Loftis'

I'm sure lots of authors get asked by their readers how they spend Christmas or what special traditions do they have. I thought for my post today, since tomorrow is Christmas Eve I would just share somethings that we do in my family that are special to us.

My son and I make sugar cookies for Santa, and as romantic and cozy as this sounds, it usually entails me cussing at the dough because it sticks to rolling pin. Then I growl at Travis because he won't stop eating the dough, then I tell him for the hundredth time that we won't be able to put the icing on them until they cool after they get out of the oven. I usually burn myself at least once, and drop one cookie face down while icing it. And as crazy as that all sounds, I wouldn't have it any other way.

We have hot chocolate and go drive through the neighborhoods looking at lights and listen to Christmas music. This is one of my favorite things to do. I love Christmas lights. I love how majestic they look and how for some reason they seem to replace the light that the Northern star shown on the very first Christmas. They are a reminder to me that no matter how dark life gets Jesus is my light and he is always there ready to light my path. Travis asks a million questions as we're driving and about midway through the drive Bo will start making him spell words for every ridiculous question he asks (this only makes Travis laugh and ask more ridiculous questions). 

Before we go to bed we each get to open one present. This is a tradition that my family did and so I've carried on to my child. We sit around the tree and Travis pokes the presents like if he some how pokes them just right they will suddenly jump up and scream "I'M AN ANGRY BIRD GAME".  Then we read the Christmas story to remind us what this season is really about and to give thanks to God for giving the greatest gift, his Son. 

This year we will add a new tradition, the Pickle ornament tradition. I will hide the pickle ornament in the Tree and Travis and Bo will have to race to find it, whoever gets it first gets to open the very first Christmas present. 

I hope that you all have a wonderful Christmas. My prayer is that God's peace and love will be in your homes and that Christs birth and sacrifice will be what we ultimately celebrate. God be with you all and Merry Christmas from the Loftis Family!

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Book Sale + Giveaway! Celebrate the Daughters of Saraqael Going to Hollywood!


Books-to-Movies Celebration: Raine Thomas’ Daughters of Saraqael Trilogy on Sale!

The big news is out: Raine Thomas’ bestselling YA fantasy romance trilogy, The Daughters of Saraqael, has been optioned by Back Fence Productions to be made into movies! Heading the project is multiple award-winning writer and producer, Chase Chenowith, whose film credits include working with Anthony Hopkins, Naomi Watts, Alec Baldwin, Dan Ackroyd, Christopher Walken, Brenda Blethyn, Alfred Molina and James Denton, among others. His films have won 11 Best Picture Awards and 29 total awards.

The books follow eighteen-year-old sisters, Amber, Olivia, and Skye, as they discover the truth about their origins and fight to save a race of beings they never knew existed. Filled with action, adventure, love and intrigue, the stories will translate wonderfully to the big screen.

To celebrate the big news, Raine is having a sale and hosting a giveaway! Here’s what you could win:

~ Three signed paperbacks of the Daughters of Saraqael Trilogy
~ Three bracelets inspired by the books
~ $10 Amazon gift card

That’s right! There will be a seventh book in the Estilorian series coming out in 2014, so now’s the time to get caught up on these popular stories. To get you started, Raine is offering the first book in the series, Becoming , for just 99 cents until 12/27. Or you can pick up the entire trilogy for just $4.99 during that time, a two-dollar savings!

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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Victoria Simcox's Interview and Review of ~The Secret Files of Fairday Morrow~

The Begonia House keeps its secrets. 

 Fear Not The Unexpected

Everyone knows that. Everyone, that is, except for clever eleven-year-old Fairday Morrow, whose family has just moved in. Being the Senior Investigator in the Detective Mystery Squad, more commonly known as the DMS, she’s ready to uncover the mysteries hidden within the strange manor. As the investigation gears up and the pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place, the DMS enters into a world where anything is possible, and the danger is most definitely real. Follow along with Fairday and her friends, as spooky meets lovely in this twisting tale of dark secrets and hidden pasts.

  Author Bios:
Jessica is a quintessential New Englander, harboring a need to be near the ocean and a personal desire to experience the four seasons every year. Now at the age of 39, she lives in New Fairfield, CT with her fiance, James, her dog, Jack and her cat, Bill. 

Author Bios:
 Stephanie lives with her husband in a quiet town, though not as quaint as Ashpot. She has been a fifth grade teacher for over ten years and learns something new every day. When she isn't working, Stephanie spends her time writing, reading, and traveling. 

My Review 
Looking for a read with a curious and captivating adventure, then I highly suggest The Secret Files of Fairday Morrow. From the very first page I was intrigued to read on. Twelve year old Fairday Morrow, her mom, dad and baby sister move from the big city of New York to an old mysterious house in Ashpot, Connecticut. At first Fairday is not too excited about the move and the fact that she will be far away from her best bud, Lizzy, but once she steps foot into the timeworn, secretive house, the wheels in her inquisitive mind begin to spin. Things don’t seem so bad after all, now that she can put her detective skills to use. She will begin on her own but can hardly wait until Lizzy can come to stay and then the two of them can explore and inspect together. Throughout her adventure, Fairday will discover puzzling rooms, littered with turn of the century furniture, fixtures, and chilling pictures on the walls with people in them whose eyes shift to and fro. Also, strange, glittery, high heeled sneakers and a mysterious walk-in wardrobe. There is much more in this read, including Faiday’s, somewhat eccentric/happy go lucky father, whom I got a kick out of. Being a middle grade writer myself, I always love to read other middle grade books. This one was wonderful from beginning to end. I would recommend it first to tweens, and if you are older like me and enjoy this age level and genre then I definitely recommend it to you as well.

 Interview with the authors
 How did you start your writing career?

I have always loved stories, for as long as I can remember. I would say after I got over the devastation that I was probably not going to be an astronaut (terrible at math)
becoming a writer was the only other thing there was for me to be.

I started looking for a literary agent for my children’s story, Ruby Begonia and the High-Heeled Sneakers about five years ago. Since the story has transformed into the middle grade book, The Secret Files of Fairday Morrow, the pursuit has become much more involved.

Since I was a little girl I have loved reading and creating stories.  When I was younger I thought I would be a teacher during the year and spend the summer writing books (yes, that is plural).  I obviously didn’t understand how much time teaching and writing would actually take. Ever since Jessica asked me to co-author The Secret Files of Fairday Morrow with her I have been actively pursuing my dreams of being a writer.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned while writing your books?

I learned a lot about myself and about discipline in writing. I am sort of a free-form writer, and it is absolutely essential to keep everything in tune and orderly to progress. Stephanie is the master of organization, so I am very lucky to have her as my co-author. Most of the time, instructions and lists sound to me like the adults in Charlie Brown, whoh, whoh, whoh. However, after working on this with my awesome writing partner, I embrace the list : )

I have been surprised by the amount of time Jessica and I spend discussing Fairday and her friends and coming up with ideas.  Most of our conversations now center around our writing and blog.  I never knew how much fun it would be to write a book with someone else who shares my same vision and makes work fun. Also, I have been pleasantly surprised to find support for my book in places I never expected. Thanks to all of our supporters.

What is your favorite meal?

Hamburger, med rare, slice of tomato, mayo, ketchup (preferably from Denmo’s in Southbury, CT) with a side of onion rings and a root beer or cream soda.

Hmmm...This is a tough one.  Pizza is one of my favorite foods (specifically Ernie’s or Pepe’s from New Haven, CT). My favorite meal would either be pizza or chicken cordon blue, with a side of mashed potatoes, and broccoli. YUM!  

You just won a huge lottery what is the first thing you'll buy?

 A horse.
Stephanie: After I took care of all my bills and helped out my family and friends, I would love to travel, so I guess it would be plane tickets to some fabulous place : )

Tell us about a favorite character from a book. 

Morpheus & Death from the Sandman series. Neil Gaiman twists his stories and  characters into the fabric of myth and folklore, bringing them to life in a new way. I think that The Sandman is wonderfully original.
HarryPotter. I loved seeing the magical world through his voice. I had a connection to his story, and felt like I was right there with him every step of the way. 
Where do you dream of traveling to and why?

For some odd reason, the Dead Sea. Also, I would love to visit a really secretive island paradise someplace in the Pacific- maybe the Cook Islands.
I love to travel and have driven across the United States 3 times. I have seen all but 4 of the states- but hope to one day have seen all 50. I have travelled out of the country as well, but not to very many places. I would LOVE to get to spend time visiting every country and checking out all that this amazing planet has to offer. My dream is to travel to as many places as possible. Next up I would love to visit Italy, France, or Sweden.

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Monday, November 11, 2013

Days away from the release of the year! win with #Evanescent A Broken Novel @CarlyleL

Evanescent has been voted under the top 100 most anticipated 

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"Carlyle's upped the ante, the action, the suspense, the love - which against all odds is binding, and the overall intensity. Words and passages are written with such feeling, its beyond gripping. Evanescent was all I expected, and more. I'm not only [still] a believer, she's surpassed my expectations."

A Broken Novel Two


Her fall has just begun. Only his touch can save her from the shift that could destroy it all.
Within my blood runs a thing our kind calls the Shadowing Disease. It shadows over, and bends everything to its will. When the first blood- shift came, it tore through flesh and blood, threatening to bend me, break bone, shatter my mind and entrap my heart with its honeyed, seductive poison. It came with vicious intent, moving my thoughts and altering me forever. The shift has caused a rift within me. No one was safe when it entrapped me in its claws of foul lust. But I have the only antidote against the evil that becomes me – his touch alone has the power to release the spurs of sweet darkness that clung on for dear life. I knew what I had to do; the desperation pulled my mind with the deep determination of a hungry predator. By the time the revelation raised me from the dark dungeon of my bounds – it might have been too late

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Big News for the Daughters of Saraqael!!!

There's big news coming about my first YA fantasy trilogy, The Daughters of Saraqael. Encompassing the books Becoming, Central and Foretold, this trilogy is near and dear to me, as it really kick-started my career as an author. I'll be sharing the big news once the official press release has been issued, but know that in honor of this event, I'll be hosting a big giveaway. Please stay tuned for more details!

For now, I thought I'd share the first chapter of my award-winning novel, Becoming, in case you haven't yet had a chance to check it out. Enjoy!

Chapter One

The blow to her head hurt more than just Amber’s pride, especially because she should have seen it coming. She had expected her opponent to follow the jumping inside crescent kick with a jumping toe kick, but he changed it up on her, throwing in a roundhouse combo that shoved her off-balance and sent her straight to the ground.

Get your head on straight, Hopkins, she thought, irritated with herself for being distracted enough to take the hit.

Springing back up, she bounced on the balls of her feet and once again faced her opponent. Ignoring the noise and spectacle around her, she focused exclusively on the battle at hand. This time, when her opponent came in with a spear-hand strike, she countered with a high block, then used her forward momentum to step in close and take him down with a double leg sweep.

At the instructor’s command, Amber immediately straightened rather than following the move with her finishing strike. She reached down to help her sparring partner, Timothy Mason, to his feet. He grasped her hand much as he had many other times over their years practicing together. Because they were about the same height, they were often paired together for sparring.

“Good job, Hopkins,” their instructor, Mr. Jenkins, said. “Keep that up, you just might take the trophy at nationals next month.”

Amber bowed, as did her fellow black belts, as the class was dismissed. Collecting her gear and slinging her well-worn equipment bag over her shoulder, she moved to the front of the karate center. Catching the proud gaze of Mrs. B—as she and her fellow foster and best friend, Gabriel Reid, called their guardian, Clara Burke—she felt a flush heat her cheeks.

“That was excellent work, Little Star,” Mrs. B said, using the nickname she had given Amber several years ago.

“Thanks,” Amber said, shifting her bag uncomfortably over the praise. Then she ventured, “Since I’m all sweaty, I probably shouldn’t be going to get my hair done.”

“Nonsense.” Mrs. B’s humored expression told Amber that her guardian was on to her. “Lulu will shampoo your hair. I want to do this for you. You only get one end-of-the-year pool party when you’re about to graduate high school, after all.”

While Amber knew quite well that there were worse things in life to endure than spending half the day at a beauty salon, she was rather hard-pressed to think of any at that moment. Despite her qualms, she soon found herself shepherded into Mrs. B’s car and driven to her guardian’s favored salon.
Within the hour, she sat in a chair undergoing what was to her a very foreign—and very female—ritual. A fuchsia smock covered the shorts and
T-shirt she had changed into, and her hair, having already been snipped and trimmed into what she was assured was a flattering style that didn’t remove too much length, was now covered in some kind of goop she had been told would “bring out her natural highlights.” The steady hum of a hair appliance and the chatter of female voices buzzed around her ears as the sharp and pungent scents of permanent and highlighting solutions assaulted her nose.

She still couldn’t believe she had agreed to this. Mrs. B sprang it on her before the haze of sleep had cleared her brain, and Amber figured that had a good deal to do with it.

“It’s time for me to give you your graduation present, Little Star,” Mrs. B had said that morning as Amber downed her usual breakfast of orange juice.

“Present?” Amber echoed as though this was an unheard of concept.

“Yes, indeed. Gabriel isn’t the only one who can acknowledge the hard work you put toward passing your final exams. I’d like to take you to the salon for a nice haircut before the pool party.”

“Aw, come on, Mrs. B.” She felt her shoulders hunch in discomfort.

“Don’t give me any nonsense, child,” Mrs. B responded calmly as she sipped her morning tea and read the paper. She was ever the educated southern lady when she spoke, and she made sure her charges modeled themselves accordingly. If nothing else, it had gotten Amber straight A’s in English. “You are absolutely deserving of my praise and recognition. I don’t want to hear a word otherwise.”

It was eerie how Mrs. B got straight to the heart of the matter. Amber had frowned into her juice glass and wished futilely that Gabriel was already awake, then looked through her eyelashes at the woman who had raised her since she was twelve.

Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window and gleamed across Mrs. B’s reading glasses. The years had been kind despite the hardships she had faced. Sure, there was now a bit of gray sprinkled in her hair that hadn’t been there six years ago, but she otherwise appeared much as she had the day Amber first trudged through her door. Indeed, her constancy was one of the biggest gifts Amber had ever received, and all she ever wanted.

She supposed accepting a graduation present from the woman who had raised her into adulthood when so many others had passed on the opportun­ity was the least she could do.

“Okay,” she had said finally, trying not to sound too grudging. She even managed to contain her instinctive eye roll, but when she saw one corner of Mrs. B’s mouth rise, she realized she hadn’t quite passed it off.

And now here she was, sitting in the salon of Mrs. B’s stylist and friend, Lulu Medley. Aptly named Lulu’s Beauty Shack, the salon had been established in the basement of Lulu’s 1920’s home on Toombs Street in the hospitable, postage-stamp town of Palmetto, Georgia, not even fifteen miles from their home in Newnan. Amber’s apprehension over this experience was high enough since she hadn’t had her hair cut in forever, but when considering the fact that Lulu catered primarily to African-American clients—and Amber’s skin was pale as the moon—she held more than one internal debate over the wisdom of having caved to Mrs. B’s “gift.”

Fortunately, Lulu seemed to know her business. She had either sensed Amber’s reluctance the moment she opened her front door or had been coached ahead of time by Mrs. B. Her no-nonsense nod and knowledgeable scan of her client’s appearance served to ease some of Amber’s anxiety, and the offer of a Coke and a homemade chocolate chip cookie worked its own kind of magic. Before she knew it, Amber had changed her clothes and was being ushered into the stylist’s chair and draped in the fuchsia smock.

“Clara, you were right about her,” Lulu said now with a nod at Amber.

The stylist, obviously at a waiting stage, sat what some might term a sizable backside into a straight-backed chair near Mrs. B. The rather uncomfortable-looking seat was situated between the three salon chairs in the room and the small waiting area complete with a coffee table sporting magazines and photo albums. Since the room was probably not much bigger than thirty feet across, the comment was easily discernible.

Amber struggled not to squirm and dared not glance at the other stylist and client in the room. Because the second stylist was a younger, slimmer version of Lulu, Amber assumed she was her daughter. She seemed completely focused on working in the second client’s elaborate weave as they chatted about the client’s three children, but Amber sensed their eyes flicking to her at the comment.
Wishing there was something in the room to read besides People, Ebony or girly hair magazines (couldn’t they have even one Spin or Rolling Stone?), she drummed her fingers on her thigh under the smock and prayed for a quick end.

“Of course I am,” Mrs. B said in her steady and unhurried tone. She had been reading a new edition of Southern Living and paused to look up at Amber. They caught gazes in the mirror and Mrs. B smiled. “My Little Star has a lot of shine just waiting for the right polish.”

Amber felt the crinkle of her brow as she puzzled over the words.

“Oh, yes…speaking of polish, I want to give her a nice manicure and pedicure,” Lulu said. “My treat.”

“Why, isn’t that sweet of you, Lulu?”

Lord, would this ordeal never end? Amber had never in her life wanted to be fluffed and pampered like other females seemed to enjoy so much. It just seemed utterly impractical. Between karate and playing the guitar, she kept her nails short and unpolished. What good would a manicure do her? And the last thing she intended to do was show off her long, skinny, size-ten feet in some girly sandals. Sneakers had always been her shoe of choice.

How had she ever allowed herself to be talked into this? She was out of her mind for even thinking she would be able to follow through with going to this pool party.

“Lulu, while you finish up with Amber, I have a couple of errands to run,” Mrs. B said then, making Amber’s throat tighten in unease. She set her magazine down and got to her feet. “I’ll be back in a short while. Try to enjoy your time with Lulu, Little Star.”

Rather than risk speaking, Amber nodded and watched her walk out. It really wigged her out to be essentially abandoned in such an anxiety-inducing environment. But she knew that allowing herself to succumb to high levels of stress right now was a very bad idea. If her life followed its typical freakish pattern…well, with her eighteenth birthday soon approaching, things could get very bad very quickly.

Sitting through an unwanted beauty appointment would be the least of her problems.

“That’s a great woman right there,” Lulu said as she got back to her feet and walked over to give Amber’s hair an assessing look.

“Yeah,” Amber agreed. She checked her eyes in the mirror, looking for any signs of a forthcoming incident, and focused on controlling her breathing as her anxiety crested.

“She’ll sure miss you kids.”

Amber caught Lulu’s sharp gaze in the mirror, temporarily forgetting about her other concerns. “Mrs. B mentioned the trip to Alaska?”

She was referring to the long-awaited graduation trip that she and Gabriel had been planning for the past two years. Because she had always wanted to go to Alaska, Gabriel had vowed to go with her if she passed her finals. In truth, with as much as she hated school, his promise and dedication to their shared goal was what had gotten her through her recently-finished exams. There had been many times when the only thing that motivated her during the school day was the sight of Gabriel holding his hands up in the shape of a letter “A,” their silent signal to each other symbolizing the trip.

The stylist waved Amber’s comment aside. “‘Course Clara mentioned it. She’s very excited for y’all. But she realizes this is just the first step. You and Gabriel are headed to college. You both have jobs and will probably want to find a place of your own soon.”

That caused Amber a bit of a jolt. Lulu hadn’t said “places of your own,” but the singular “place of your own.” Did Mrs. B think that Amber and Gabriel would get a place together because they were both going to attend Georgia State University? Their plans hadn’t progressed that far yet.

She had to admit that the idea held great appeal to her. She certainly hadn’t dwelled on what would happen when college started in the fall. But there had been more than a few moments when she had lain awake in her bedroom wondering what she would do when Gabriel, who always made friends easily with his natural affability and charm, inevitably got involved in college activities that didn’t include her and their lives turned down their separate paths. Those private thoughts always left an unmistakable hole in her heart.

Of course, with her birthday approaching, she knew there was every possibility that their parting of ways could come even sooner than that.

Every three years since she’d been born, she experienced what she had come to call an “incident.” The incidents, being bizarre, unexplainable and just plain creepy, had resulted in much upheaval in her life. And she admitted to herself that she was worried—okay, terrified—that the next incident would be the one that finally severed her relationship with Gabriel, the only friend she’d ever had. Sure, he’d stuck with her after the incident three years ago, but why remind him of her freakishness? Thus, she was working very hard this year to try and prevent it by keeping her stress under control.

“You kids have been with her so long, it’ll be hard for the big goodbye,” Lulu continued, ignorant of Amber’s racing thoughts. Seemingly satisfied with whatever she saw during her examination of Amber’s hair, the stylist turned to study her face. “You could use a facial.”

While her expression was probably not the equivalent to utter horror, Amber was pretty sure it came close. But Lulu got her way. Before Amber could argue, she was lying back in a padded chair with cold goop covering her face and a ridiculous cap on her head to keep the other goop on her hair contained. She imagined if Gabriel saw her now that he would not only check her pulse, but would howl with laughter that would make her want to punch him in the head.

In an effort to keep her stress contained, she closed her eyes and allowed the hum of the machines and the senseless chatter to calm her. When she slipped into sleep, she once again had The Dream.

She opened her eyes, and he was there. The handsome male with dark hair and intense gray eyes. The one who loved her.

The unusual and seemingly powerful name floated through her mind…though Amber knew it wasn’t truly her mind experiencing this encounter. This memory belonged to another.

He reached out and took her hand where it rested on her sickbed. “Did the doctors have any news?” he asked.

She shook her head. It took tremendous effort. The battle against her rare genetic disease had been long and arduous, and she was tired. So tired. But she made the effort of bringing forth a smile for him. He had stood by her for more than a year now, offering her support first through his position as a deacon at the community church, and then as her friend.

For a long moment, he didn’t speak. He simply stared at her. His emotion was obvious. Then he gently brought her hand up. He brushed that hand with his lips before holding it against his cheek. It was as though he knew she would have caressed that cheek if she had only possessed the strength to do so. The tender action had tears flooding her vision.

“I love you more than it should be possible to love another,” he said, his voice hoarse now as he battled his grief. “You know that, right?”

She nodded and communicated with her eyes what she was unable to speak.

“I know you feel the same, my dearest heart.” He gave her a brief smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “There are many things that I wish I had told you before. But now, because I believe it is possible the truths I hold could save your life, I would tell you everything.”

Her breathing quickened. Hope and fear of the unknown had her blinking back more tears. She managed a nod. She had to know.

So, holding her gaze, he spoke his first truth…


Blinking as The Dream faded, Amber looked up and caught Lulu’s stare. The stylist was using a special puff to remove the facial goop. Amber made a noise in her throat to indicate she was awake.
But her heart drum-rolled in her chest as the last words spoken in her sleep state echoed in her mind.
“I am not human.”

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Release Tour + Giveaway: MEANT FOR HER by Raine Thomas

Hello, wonderful readers! Today we're celebrating the launch of my latest New Adult contemporary romance, Meant for Her. I'm hosting a blog tour and a big giveaway, so I hope you'll visit the participating blogs and enter!

Meant for Her is the story of Sierra Stratton and Evan Dorsey, two characters I loved before I ever started writing their story. For those of you who missed my previous posts, I'd like to share the details and recognize the wonderful bloggers and authors helping me during this exciting event!


Book Blurb

Photographer Sierra Stratton views the world through a lens all her own. She has an uncanny sense about people, something that often causes her trouble. When she meets the sexy and brooding Evan Dorsey, her intuition tells her he’s suffering, and she wants to be the one to help him.

Evan isn’t open to help from anyone, however. His focus is on his Major League career and making himself as marketable as possible for his upcoming free agency. He plans to ride out the season in Atlanta and then sign with another team, away from the painful memories that haunt him.

Someone’s eager to send him on his way, too. Between anonymous threats and equipment sabotage, it’s clear he’s earned himself an enemy along the way. To him, it’s one more sign that he’s right to move on.

But Sierra threatens his conviction. Her contagious smile proves hard to resist, as does her kiss. She tempts him in ways he never anticipated, making him question his plans for the first time. If he’s not careful, she might just convince him that he’s meant for her.

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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Cry Me a River PG-13

Recently I had a mom contact me about my Contemporary Romance, Cry Me a River.  She told me she thought her teen daughter would benefit from reading it, but the sex is too steamy.  The book has a love story, but it isn't about the sex, it's about overcoming obstacles.  Many young people don't realize there's an organization called Al Anon, which is a group for someone living with an addict.  Al Anon is a support group that lets its members know they are not alone, and coping skills to deal with the addict.

When it came down to it, Cry Me a River doesn't need the sex or F-words to get the point across.  Don't get me wrong, I did NOT censor the book, the original is still available.  I made a PG-13 edition of the book for my younger readers.  There are still some cuss words, and there is a very watered down love scene, but it is something I'm comfortable for my younger readers to read.  It is still PG-13, so not all parents will allow the book, but kids see much worse on regular TV.  The covers are different, the PG-13 edition is red and you can see River's face.

Thank you to all of my readers for your loyalty and love.  XOXO Devyn


The PG-13 Special Edition is the watered down version of my Contemporary Romance version of this book. The language has been watered down and the romantic scenes are less steamy. The original version is also available. 

Twenty-Three year old tattoo'd foul mouthed chef Caide Palmer, has it all…a house by the beach, a TV show, a beautiful daughter and people who adore him. Life was near perfect, until Heather, the mother of his daughter dies of an accidental drug overdose. 

River Murphy, a stunning twenty-two year old business owner who loves animals and good friends. Living a life with an alcoholic mother and abusive boyfriend, River should be totally mad at the world, she isn't. Instead, she turns to Al Anon a support group for those who live with or love an addict. 

Caide didn't expect his ex's parents to fight him for custody, but they did. The court orders Caide to Al Anon to come to terms with his loss. River and Caide find themselves in the midst of a evil plot to sabotage the one thing that has kept River going, her business. Will Caide be able to be the one to protect River? 

Review of the ORIGINAL version - 

"This is an awesome adult contemporary romance. A must read for readers 18+ and one you can read over and over and love it the same." 
~ Book on the Bright Side 

"Devyn writes a story filled with passion, strength, and mystery. She is a master at producing twists and turns that only add to the intensity of this read." ~ Griffin's Honey 

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Monday, October 21, 2013

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