Blood for blood. Life for life. Treasure for treasure.
Samantha’s life has been plagued by her sister’s illness. With her family’s finances and spirits running low, she makes a fateful decision to seek the guidance of a ghostly seer who’s rumored to frequent River Street—Savannah’s notoriously dark side of town. Desperate for answers, she approaches the soothsayer, disguised as a man to keep herself safe. His premonition surprises her and has her believing a better future awaits.
But the night isn’t done with its surprises. After being kidnapped, imprisoned on a pirate’s ship, and required to do the wicked captain’s bidding, she wonders if she’ll ever return home. She’s witness to both the brutality and the soft side of the world’s most infamous villains, and she’ll never be the same. With the help of a handsome young doctor and the captain’s wife, she realizes she must become them to escape them, and she makes a deal with the devil that just may save her sister’s life.
I'm so excited to finally share THE BUCCANEER BELLE with you all! I had a blast writing it last summer and knew it was time to release it. I intended it to be an adventurous beach read, complete with a little spook and an unexpected romance. It'd be great for any summer weekend anywhere, though!
Instead of using the typical book release social media graphics, I created these fun sharables. Feel free to copy and share if you like!
The Pirate's House in Savannah, GA is a key place in the book, and it's the source of great legend! Rumor has it that Captain Flint died there! *wink* It's a wonderful place to visit. Great food, a nice little gift shop, and be sure to take the tour and see the tunnels many a pirate scurried down.
Crazy runs thick in these veins. It’s woven amongst the thorns of a broken heart and rooted deep within this bittered soul. She told me, “You can be anything you want.” The reality – I’d become her. Slowly, with every passing moment, my spirit entwines itself with hers. As I stare at her grave, I’m not afraid of the death that surely awaits, but I’m terrified of the dash that summarizes the entirety of her life. One linear motion of lunacy that put her here beneath my feet. “I’ll join you soon, Mama.”
She's tiny with tight blonde curls that hug her pink, round cheeks, and she's petite, wearing a flowing white summer dress. Peach lipped, curt at times, with moods that change faster than Southern weather. She bounces between admiration and cursing. She's fiery like a dragon one minute and prim as a mint julep the next. I don't know what to make of her. I'm almost scared to be in her presence. I don't talk much for fear that she'll use something I say against me. What if she decides not to come back? How will I finish the next scene?
There she is, flitting through the room, her teeny wings beating so fast they're invisible.
I turn away and keep my eyes directed to the computer screen, trying desperately to never make eye contact.
She's silent, probably still brewing from our last encounter when I demanded too much, or so she said. I only wanted a few hundred more words. Was that too much to ask from the ONE who's supposed to give them?
My fingers hover over the keyboard, anticipating her words before they ever touch the air.
"Any day now," I sass, without thought and instantly regret it. I glance up, half expecting her to not be there and having left again before giving me anything. But she's sitting on my desk, her porcelain legs swinging daintily off the edge.
I hate when she's like this.
She lets out a long sigh and glances at me from the corner of her eye.
"What's in it for me?" she finally says, breaking the silence and my patience.
"This is your job. I'm starting to wonder what's in it for me!" I push the keyboard away and fold my arms across my chest. This is war. She knows it; I know it.
"Don't squish your face like that. You're getting hideous wrinkles," she says in a condescending, motherly tone.
I feel the anger rise and flush my cheeks. I imagine her spontaneously combusting. POOF.
"We don't have time for this, Poppy. I need to work. Now where were we? Maggie makes her way to the store where the shopkeeper tells her an intriguing bit of information that's pivotal to the plot..." I prompt, deciding to push away my frustration in hopes of salvaging the day.
"Tisk. Tisk. Tisk." A wicked smile stretches across her doll face. "I think, I'm tired. I'll be back later...sometime." She stands up, smooths the wrinkles from her dress, and prepares to fly off.
"Like when? Midnight? When I'm driving down the street? O, how about when I'm sleeping at 3am? No, no, no. You're not going anywhere, missy." Overwhelmed with animosity, I grab her tiny body in my fist.
"What are you doing?" she demands.
I'd never touched her before. I've always found her intimidating and domineering, but now, with her teeny body in my hand, I feel strong. I squeeze a little and feel her squirm in my fingers.
"Ow! You're hurting me!"
Now I am the one wickedly smiling. Something like rage creeps its way into my heart and wraps its evil intentions around the arteries, pumping it through my veins and into my mind.
"I don't need you," I tell her, finally realizing the truth that'd been there all along.
"Yes, you do. You can't write without me! You don't know what happens next!" Her pretty face turns desperate.
"Actually, I think I do." Scenes flash before me like a movie reel. My characters act out the elusive plot. I squeeze tighter. "I think we're done, Poppy."
"We're not! You can't!" she pleads.
I close my eyes and squeeze until I feel her go limp, and then squeeze even more until I feel nothing. I open my palm to see that it's empty. No trace of the the being who had taunted my life for all these years.
I focus on the scenes again. Maggie and the shopkeeper, the action, the dialogue. Without intention, my fingers dance across the keyboard forming words, sentences, paragraphs, PAGES without her!
When I think of Poppy now, I still find myself smiling. I'd believed a lie. I never needed to wait on her to give me the story. It was in me all along. All I needed to do was sit and type.
A couple of months ago, I announced that my debut novel FABLED would be published in May. There have been many long nights since working out the details, and the day is quickly approaching when my precious (insert Gollum-like voice here) will be available. But I'll save the publication details for later because we both know why you're here -- THE COVER!
Many thanks to the lovely Carrie Butler fromForward Authority for all her attention to detail and for making this a very fun experience. Psst... if you need a cover, I highly recommend her. ;)
FABLED is available for pre-order on Kindle here. Paperback and hardback copies will be available May, 5th 2015. Follow on Facebook and/or Twitter for updates. Until then, feel free to add it to your "to-read" list on Goodreads.
Rowena thinks the Grimm’s infamous podcasts are simply another teen fad until she finds herself trapped in a land of nightmarish storybook characters. She tries desperately to flee Mezzanine and return home, but Dresdem, Mezzanine’s wicked monarch, plans to use Rowena’s access to her world to bring dark magic and absolute rule into Georgia and beyond.
But when Rowena’s dear friend Madeline falls into Dresdem’s grasp, her battle with him becomes war, and all hopes of home are temporarily thwarted. With the help of an invisible hero, a beast, and an owl, she sets out to free Madeline from a deadening sleep. But Rowena must become her own hero when she finds herself bound by the kingdom’s darkest family. She must make the ultimate choice – align herself with her enemies or live on the run forever.
Not all fairy tales are friendly.
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*Not actual cover. Cover to be revealed early 2015.
I've waited an entire lifetime to write this one sentence: My novel will be published.
One thing I've learned is that everyone's path is different, and there's not one yellow brick road that will lead you to the successful land of Oz.
It's been five years and just as many novels, but it's finally happening. I can hardly believe it. There have been lots of ups and downs and endless hours of researching, plotting, writing, and revising.
No amount of magic will bleed words on a page or make anything about the publishing journey any easier. The only key to success in anything is persistence. When you feel like giving up, try again and harder. Never accept no for an answer. There is always a way where there is a will.
When I was a girl, I read and reread Little Women and swore I'd grow up to be just like Jo. I wanted to birth books, and now I'm finally living that dream. For one of my novels to no longer be buried in some forgotten computer file but grace the pages of something people can read is both thrilling and terrifying.
I'm beyond excited to begin this new journey and am thankful for all the wonderful friends I've made along the way. I'm blessed to have been encouraged and supported by many lovely writers and readers. If you've read my work, listened to me talk books, and/or endured my writer's crazy, thank you. Truly.
FABLED, a YA novel inspired by several original Grimm fairy tales, will be published May 2015.