She smiled, but he saw the pain as he gently supported her short walk to the bath. “Need help?” She chuckled softly. “Stop sounding hopeful, buddy. I can handle it from here.”

Hey y’all. I had my first Starbucks drink ever a few days ago. Caramel Ribbon frap. What the hell did I do that for. It was soooo good. Now I’m craving them shits like crack. Bad business, man because I am not about to develop a $6+ coffee drink habit. But that joint was sooo to my taste, for real!

Speaking of sweet, our boy Billy is still hot on Kae’s bumper. In this unedited snippet which picks up where last week’s blog left off, he’s trying to take on some rather personal duties a la Florence Nightingale…hope you enjoy! Continue reading “She smiled, but he saw the pain as he gently supported her short walk to the bath. “Need help?” She chuckled softly. “Stop sounding hopeful, buddy. I can handle it from here.””

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All that glitters ain’t gold. The world sees beauty, but Billy knew the beast

Kae and The RageHey y’all. I’m still on track to publish this book this month. Here’s another snippet from my latest WIP where last week’s blog left off. Let me know what you think!

It worked. He made sure every bit of him was touching every bit of her back, and his body heat seemed to neutralize the shivering while her inflamed body soaked up the cool relief. Continue reading “All that glitters ain’t gold. The world sees beauty, but Billy knew the beast”

What to do when your best friend the rock star wants to act like Florence Nightingale

Kae and The RageHey, guys. I’m on my way to see Endgame. Finally. I’ve been waiting for this and dodging spoilers like you wouldn’t believe. But I didn’t forget to blog this week *pats self on the back*  My next young adult title Kae and The Rage will be out this month. Here’s an unedited snippet that continues from my last blog. Let me know what you think. Oh, and if you guys read my last release How to Love a Pink Demon and liked it, please leave me a great review on Amazon. I hate to beg, but it looks so unloved. Thank you!

“You sound bitter, B.”

“I bloody well am. I feel like he’s got my balls in a vise, and I want out.” Continue reading “What to do when your best friend the rock star wants to act like Florence Nightingale”

Be careful asking for what you want. You just might get it.

PINK_Demon_FinalI am driving myself nuts. I haven’t published anything in so long, I’m having major anxiety about publishing this book. I keep thinking it needs this, it needs that. Arrrghhh! I have gotta cut the cord. Until I do, here’s another snippet for you where the last one leaves off…

XOXO,

SS

Tommy laughed. “I know, it sounds typical, but he’s a big name over there. And he’s not doing bad since he branched out over here either. The Hollywood Foreign Press said he’s got the Midas touch, talent and the ability to not only pick great roles, but ones that increase his star power exponentially with each and every film.”

“You sound like his American press agent.” Continue reading “Be careful asking for what you want. You just might get it.”

Demons write screenplays and take refuge in the handsome bodies of award-winning actors.

PINK_Demon_FinalIt’s not unusual for me to cry over things that happen to my characters – in stories I haven’t even written yet. Which is both weird and tragic. Weird for obvious reasons, tragic because that much emotion not being read by someone is just stupid. So why can’t I get consistently motivated? I just don’t understand my self sometimes.

They need to invent a machine that kicks you in your ass every hour you don’t produce at least 100 words. I would say I should invent it but that would mean even more time that I spend NOT writing. Sigh. Anyway, here’s another snippet from my upcoming “How to Love a Pink Demon.” It leaves off where the last blog ended. Lemme know what you think! And thanks for your patience while I sort out my shit. Believe me, I know I’m pushing it. 

XOXO,

SS

Her girls thought she was some tragic figure, tortured by the lives she’d taken while in the military. Steele didn’t tell them any different. It was far from the truth, but they’d really bug out if they knew she rarely thought of those days. That she did not care a jot for her many, many kills in grimy, hidden places around the world. They were assignments or casualties of war, nothing more, nothing less. Continue reading “Demons write screenplays and take refuge in the handsome bodies of award-winning actors.”

That first real look at a new love is never enough.

PINK_Demon_FinalI’m going to let it go. I’ve set myself some ambitious publishing goals for 2019, but I can do it. I just have to learn to let go. Perfection does not exist. I can’t find every mistake. That has to be the saddest sentence I’ll type today… Here’s another snippet from my upcoming How to Love a Pink Demon. Tell me what you think! 

Peace,

SS

She resembled Tommy strongly. But she was a few inches taller, around 5’9 with the long, slender legs he remembered from his dream. She shared the same, large, hazel eyes as her cousin, the same short black hair, though her pixie cut was more utilitarian than her cousin’s slightly longer, more elegant style.

She wore plain clothes, a pale grey t-shirt and darker grey jeans. There were tiny gold studs in her small, neat ears, but no rings on her long fingers, no watch on her narrow wrist. He was charmed to see a dainty charm of a gun hung on a thin gold chain around her neck. He remembered the gun from his dreams. Did she like fire arms? Continue reading “That first real look at a new love is never enough.”

She was beautiful, tall, dangerous, and absolutely oblivious to how much she meant to him.

PINK_Demon_FinalPeace! I’m still editing this sucker. It’s sooo hard to let go you know? Guaranteed as soon as I do I’m going to see an error. LOL Anyway, here’s another snippet that picks up where my last blog leaves off. Let me know what you think. I’m still on track to publish this book this month. Thanks for waiting! 

XOXO,

SS

He thanked everyone, tipped handsomely and took himself off. He’d pick up a bottle of wine for the party, kill some more time before he went home to dress.

He called back to the office. The girl who answered the phone told him Tommy liked Moscato. She even recommended a place called Binny’s. It was a nice walk. He enjoyed looking around the city. The man in the liquor store was happy to help.

“What’s she like?”

Tommy? “Beautiful. Expensive. Curvy,” he mused. “And very smart. She owns her own business and is quite successful.” Continue reading “She was beautiful, tall, dangerous, and absolutely oblivious to how much she meant to him.”