When I think of summer, I think of sunshine, flip-flops, long days, ice cream cones and relaxing. Summer is the best! Unfortunately, it’s also full of temptations to keep us from meeting our writing goals.
I used to look forward to summer with a mixture of excitement and dread. On the one hand, no more getting up at the crack of dawn to get the kids off to school. On the other hand, kids at home for three months did not equal writing bliss!
I've now published eight full-length Christian fiction romances. But my new release, Sweet on You, is my first attempt at a story about two adult friends who fall in love.
My husband and I were friends for a year before we started dating! I've known other women who ended up marrying men who were first their friends. I've read a few books with this premise and thoroughly enjoyed them. Thus, when I sat down to write Britt and Zander's story, I imagined I had a good handle on my task.
Happy Wednesday! I’m super excited to share about something really fun that’s happening. For a limited time, when you pre-order The Killing Tide, you get some awesome goodies. The first two-hundred people will get an adorable anchor keychain and collapsible, Coastal Guardians, water bottled along with even more goodies. For everyone after the first two hundred there are still lots of goodies for you. And, the great part? Ten percent of my profits will be donated to the Coast Guard Foundation.
Happy Wednesday! Thanks for taking time out of your day to stop by and spend a little time with me. Grab a cup of coffee or your favorite beverage and pull up a seat. Today I’m continuing my series on The Power of Christian Fiction.
I thought we’d check in and find out Where Griffin McCray Is now.
In college, Griffin McCray and his four best friends had their lives planned out. Griffin and Luke Gallagher would join the Baltimore PD. Declan Gray would head to the FBI, and Parker Mitchell would go on to graduate school as a crime scene analyst. But then Luke vanished before graduation and their world–and friendships–crumbled.