My current WIP is a bucket list romance. What does that mean? It means I’m doing a lot of research on places I will one day visit, talking to friends who’ve been to or seen the things my characters are experiencing and overall, living vicariously through my imaginary friends.
It’s been a blast so far!
It’s called Chasing Fate and it goes a little something like this…
It started as a simple list. Ten things I wanted to do before I died. Sometime between Grad School and starting my career, I put my list in a box and forgot about it. Until today…
Today I quit my job. I packed up my apartment, cleared out my savings account, and sold most of my valuables. I’ve decided to finally start living my life. I’m going to check all ten things off my list, and so much more.
My best friend thinks I’m crazy.
My parents don’t approve.
None of that matters, though. I want to live my life to it’s fullest potential, without any regrets. You never know when your time might be up.
The only thing I didn’t prepare for on this trip was him.
Wanna know where they’ve been? Where they’re headed next? I’m sure you do, but you’re going to have to wait.
This one has turned into a family affair. My niece is drawing the cover because she’s crazy talented like that. Then it’s slated to go to my designer in mid-February. My husband – yes, you read that right – who is an amazing cook is going to be writing a few recipes that will be included in the back of the book for those of you that love food. You’ll be able to create the amazing dishes they eat as they travel.
Me? I’m just writing the dang thing. And I’m moving right along too. By the end of the day today I should be at the halfway mark. WOO HOO!
So when can you expect to have this in your hands? How does March sound… good, I hope, since my goal is to have paperback copies at my first signing next year (Roanoke Author Invasion on April 8th).
Until then, I’ll leave you with a little taste of Jackson and his sexy mouth…
“I’ll take care of you,” he replies, taking a step in my direction as he tosses his shirt over the back of the couch. I see the change in his eyes, the grin on his face, and I know I’m in trouble.
“Jackson,” I say, taking a step back. “You need to get dressed. We’re both starving and I want to get going.”
“I’m hungry, alright. One little taste is all I’ll need to make the cravings go away. I promise.” He had a taste an hour ago before I took a shower. This man is insatiable sometimes.
“No. Feed me first.” Stopping dead in his tracks, he smiles at me, but I can tell he’s disappointed.
“Okay, let’s go then. I’m hungry for more than food, and if I have to wait until we get back, we need to get a move on.”
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