Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Cover Reveal - A Better Promise

When I first started writing romance, I wrote only Inspirational Romances. I really believed that's what I wanted to do the rest of my life. I sent off my manuscripts and didn't get any contracts. I finally realised I had a tendency to get a bit preachy in my books. So, I glutted myself on some gorgeous Harlequin Love Inspired romances. None of them were preachy. They had soft, gentle romances, some even with spunky heroines, all learning something about their faith along the way. I knew my books just didn't do that. So I branched out into sweet, contemporary. Then at least I wouldn't resort to preaching. That's when my breakthrough came, and I knew I'd found the sweet spot for my writing.

One of my inspirational romances sat in my computer unused. I did put it on Amazon kindle for a while, but it got bad reviews - probably all that preachiness. So I took it off and left it. But the book didn't stop whispering to me - I have a message for the world. Send me out there. I struggled with it. Didn't think the book could do it. Years later, several contracts later, I opened it up again and edited it armed with all the knowledge I'd gained from working with seasoned editors. I asked a beta reader to check if it had any merit. She said it had a chance. So I sent it off to Decadent Publishing as Book 3 of The Creators series after tweaking it even more. I was surprised and pleased to get a contract. Still nervous. Even when I was assigned a wonderful editor with DP to content edit my book, I actually told her about my insecurities about the book, lol. Deadra was a gem and helped polish it up, assuring me it was fine.

Anyway, A Better Promise, which was originally called "A Vow to Keep" now has a cover. And a stunning one.

Blurb (unedited):

When Braedon hires shy and serious Alicia as secretary in his furniture business, he falls for her instantly. Alicia admires Braedon for his kindness and warms up to him despite her decision not to. Soon her feelings toward him run deeper than friendship. But Alicia has plans to enter the mission field and follow her vow to remain single the rest of her life. When she takes up an offer to help out teaching the Basotho teenagers in Lesotho, things don’t go as smoothly as she hoped. Braedon soon gets wind of her troubles and joins her for a few months to assist. The managers quit suddenly, leaving Braedon and Alicia to run the mission. Their friendship deepens and love grows, but will Alicia open up her heart to love or hold fast to her childhood pledge?

Friday, January 2, 2015

Recap and Launch

Well, 2014 is done and dusted.

I heard from several family members and friends that 2014 was a hard year. Every year seems to have its challenges, and I think, for many, 2014, stepped it up. It wasn't without its challenges for me, but it also had some good things.

Here's what I learnt in 2014:

1. The more books you have contracted, the more editing you will have to do and the more promo you will have to pay for.

2. Editing is hard work. So is promo.

3. Dieting isn't good in any form. I'm being serious. I went on the paleo diet for two and a half years and got sick from it. I didn't realise my thyroid problems were connected to what I was eating until one day, in desperation, I broke the diet. I haven't looked back. I feel amazing (except for today with this ridiculous heat wave.) When we eat a balanced, whole food diet and follow the principles of intuitive eating - eating what our bodies crave, we'll be healthy. I've put on weight since I broke the diet, and I'm really, really glad I kept my bigger clothes in case. Else I would be spending a lot on a new wardrobe. I'm learning to love my body even if it's not perfect. I'm being kind to it - accepting my shape and accepting that I need to eat carbs to be healthy. As nice and skinny as I looked while on the diet, I couldn't sustain it long term.

4. I've gone through a lot of struggles with my faith and the religion of my childhood. I've come back to believing just about what I did believe in the beginning with a few tweaks here and there. I'm a bit sad that my family don't believe the same as me, and I'm trying to let go and not "convert" them. Every now and again, an ugly doubt rears its monster head at me. I don't think I'm totally out of the woods yet. Will I ever be?

5. I learnt a lot about writing, but I don't, unfortunately, feel like I've arrived. In fact, I feel a lot of people have had more success than me after 1, 2, or even 5 books out. I have about 8 books out, but I'm still waiting for that breakthrough. I'll keep on writing though. And learning to do it better.

6. I've learnt that no publishing route is perfect and problem free, but we need to find what works for us - most of the time. We can't follow what others do because it worked for them. Everyone's journey is unique.

2015 awaits. Today, I went for my Friday walk and pondered the year ahead. I don't know why, but standing at the brink of a new year always makes me kind of nervous. This time, I had those troubled thoughts come - what if I can't write anymore books? What if the muse has gone? A silly thought really because I've often had it, but still written more books.

I have several projects planned for the year. I want to finish The Album series. That means three more books to write. I still have to get that contract for the first book and it's busy going through some beta reads first before I send it off.

Other than that, nothing else planned yet. Phew, I have to get my creative juices in gear, don't I?

What do you have planned for 2015? What did you learn from 2014?

My book, Cosmetic Heart, was set during New Year. I'd love to offer free PDF copies to anyone who'd like to review it for me. Just comment on the blog with your email address.

Happy 2015! May the muse be your bloodhound.

Saturday, December 6, 2014

The Washing Machine

When my kids were younger, we learned Afrikaans, one of the major languages in our country. It's kind of fizzled out 'specially since we've decided to pursue the American qualification and don't need to learn it. Anyway, I read them an Afrikaans story about a sock who was petrified to go into the washing machine. Eventually, one of the other garments promised to hold onto him tight while he spun around. He ended up having fun after all.

I've gone through many rounds of edits lately. I've had two books release in the last few months and have another two coming out next year some time which have been doing the rounds. Plus I've had three of my alter-ego's book in several rounds of edits. (I write a different genre under a pseudonym.) I'm exhausted. I have a deadline for Monday for a content edit and I've been battling to concentrate on it this week. The weekend has been a bit better without my kids disturbing me.

I've felt a little like that sock in the washing machine - being spun around and wrung up to dry. It's hard to get edited even when you really gel with your editor, which I do at the moment. It's tiring and it takes immense concentration! More so than writing. Because you have to make sure you still get the message of your story across and word it right. You have to kill your babies (favourite phrases) heartlessly. It knocks down your pride. But it builds your book up.

It's all worth it!

When I read a book that hasn't been editing properly, it breaks the flow of the story. You have to keep on stopping to work out what the writer was saying. Pause, step out the story. Not good for flow. Not good to keep your reader committed.

Now, I know some readers may not even notice as they haven't worked with editors for years and don't know all the problems and errors. Although my husband certainly would as he's a grammar nerd. And so am I. I admit, my grammar isn't perfect, but I can't bear it when a good book is spoilt by messy grammar.

Now, it's very hard as a writer to get everything perfect. I definitely don't. I need editors. I need several rounds to clear out all that clutter in my book. I definitely couldn't self-publish a book and just edit it myself. I did that years ago with disastrous consequences - the book got terrible reviews. Reading it years later, I could see why.

And my characters do the oddest things and go against their character. I need a second or third set of eyes to see that.

So, I appeal to you writers. For the sake of your future fans and current readers, get your book edited by a "professional" editor. I don't mean your friend down the street or even your writing friend unless they are a best seller and have had years in the industry. Rather, get someone who's been in the editing business awhile and knows what's needed to clean up a book. Do yourself a favour. Either go through a publishing house or pay for an editor.

The more you work with editors, the more you'll learn what's needed for future books. I've learned so much, but I still don't feel confident to send my book out there without that wonderful, patient, thorough person working alongside me. I really appreciate them. So much honour is given to the writer of a book. Do they realise how much the book is a product of the editor too?

I see it also as painting a room. You have to do several coats. You can't just paint one coat on your wall. The previous colour will show through, or the plaster. The paint won't hold. It will look awful. You need to add several coats. Each edit is a new coat. I hate painting!!! Did you hear that! I HATE PAINTING!!! It's one of the worst things in life. I'd rather spend my hard-earned cash on someone to do it for me. So, adding extra coats is pure torture for me. But it has to be done if you want your room to look good, even presentable in the end. Two years ago, we repainted the kitchen. A nasty job but worth it in the end. The only part that wasn't totally unbearable was painting the burglar-bars for the windows.

If I had the means, I would send each of my wonderful editors a big cyber hug and lots of chocolate. You deserve a medal for all your hard work and to also have your names on the covers.

Friday, December 5, 2014

Book Spotlight for New Release - Karen King

Karen King is on my blog today for her new children's/teen's book, Sapphire Blue. It's release day today!!

Author Bio:

Karen King has had over one hundred children’s books published. She’s written for many children's magazines too including Sindy, Barbie, Winnie the Pooh and Thomas the Tank Engine. She writes for all ages and in all genres; story books, picture books, plays, joke books and non-fiction.  Sapphire Blue is her second YA novel. She also writes romance novels under the name of Kay Harborne.


“No one has ever walked out of Red. Once the Soul Catchers get you they don’t let you go.” Denny’s words scare me but I have no choice. If Will is in Red that’s where I have to go.

I’ve never really thought what it was like when you died. I’m only 16, too young to worry about that. At least I thought I was. I’ve heard about Heaven and Hell, of course, but it doesn’t look like I’m in either of them. All I know is that Will is here too and I need to find him. I can’t face spending eternity without him.


My mind is a mess. I can’t leave Will. I’ve got to help him. But how can I? I don’t know this world. If I don’t go with Grandpa and my family, I’ll be on my own. The Soul Catchers might get me too.
Soul Catchers. The very name makes me shudder. Have they got Will? What are they doing to him?
Will and I promised to love each other forever. How can I go without knowing he’s safe? I can’t leave him. But if I stay, how can I help him? My head is such a mish-mash of thoughts and fears I’m hardly aware of Grandpa leading me over to the silver bus, of climbing up the steps to board it.
It’s crowded so we have to go right at the back to find a seat. Grandpa gently pushes me into the seat by the window. I look out and see the guy still waiting on the steps. He’s not giving up on his sister. How can I give up on Will so easily?
That guy belongs here. He knows his way around, I remind myself. I’m new. I need to stay with Grandpa. Besides, the zone guides will find Will.
What if they don’t? I might never see him again.
The realization smacks me like a punch to the stomach, momentarily winding me.
I can’t go. Going with Grandpa might mean leaving Will forever and I can’t do that.
I can get another bus and meet up with Grandpa later, when I find Will. He could be on his way here, right now. I think of him walking in alone and confused like I was, of running to greet him, hugging him, letting him know that even though we’re here we still have each other. I have to wait for him.
I get up from my seat, almost jumping over Grandpa in my haste to get off.
“I’m waiting for Will,” I shout as I race down the aisle toward the closing door.
I can hear Grandpa and Aunt May calling me to come back but I ignore them. The doors are closing. With a final burst I reach them, slip through the narrowing gap and leap out, landing sprawled out on the ground. I hear the doors slide shut behind me and a loud whoosh. Scrambling to my knees I swivel around just in time to see the silver bus rise up and soar off into the sky, swiftly disappearing behind the clouds. Okay, so that’s why it’s called a sky-bus. Now what the hell do I do?
The guy’s standing in front of me, arms crossed, looking cool as chilled lemonade on a burning hot day. 

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Thursday, November 27, 2014

Author Interview with Carole Avila

Today, I have a wonderful writer friend, Carole Avila, talking about her latest release, Death House, and answering some questions. I think you have such courage writing a horror, Carole. I don't think I could get that right without making it cheesy.

I'm in the middle of reading her fascinating paranormal romance, Eve’s Amulet~Book 1.


What is the best thing for you about being a writer?
Besides the obvious of doing what I love, I enjoy working where I want, when I want. It’s so great to wake up in the morning and know that the day is mine. However, with that said, I have a small part-time job because I am still in the process of becoming a full-time writer.

What is the hardest thing for you about being a writer?
It’s a challenge for me to find the patience as I wait to become an official “financially successful international best-selling author.” Also, it’s a drag that like other authors I know, it’s hard to find readers who are willing to give an honest critique of an entire work in a timely manner.

What genre/s do you write and what genre is your latest release?
I love so many different genres. Since I write what I dream, the genres are already chosen, but they all have some romance involved. Eve’s Amulet~Book 1 is a paranormal romance and historical fiction. Death House, my latest release, is a YA horror story and paranormal teen romance.

What essential things have you learned about writing in the last year?
That’s a great question, Kathy. It’s essential to connect to other writers, as they’re my biggest support group because they understand all that entails being a writer. It’s important to support your written works through marketing and promotion. Lots of us don’t enjoy that part, but maybe with a better attitude, it will be almost as enjoyable as the writing process. I’m still working on the attitude part!

Who is your favourite heroine from your books and why?
In Death House, Adley works hard to move beyond her fear, and I admire that in people. Adley doesn’t deny that her fear exists, but she’s willing to acknowledge it and still do what is right for her despite the fear.

What type of hero do you like? Super alpha, wounded or somewhere in between? Or even something totally different? You could give an example from a movie or well-known book.
Until now, I hadn’t given this question much thought, so here’s my off-the-top-of my-head answer: Ranger, from Janet Evanovich’s One for the Money series because he’s mysterious—a man’s man without being macho and abusive to women; Thor, because Chris Hemsworth is totally hot; Derek Morgan, Shemar Moore’s character on Criminal Minds because he’s intelligent, loves women but treats them with respect, and has a sense of humor despite the gore of his job; and Captain Kirk—who accepts himself despite his flaws and he totally trusts his gut instincts. I think that’s sexy in a man!

Tell us about your journey in writing this book.
I think it took Death House so long to get out the door because I made the mistake of not trusting my own intuition, yet I’m glad I listened to some great but painful-to-my-ego critiques that made a positive difference in the story. But the most significant part of the writing process was developing my confidence as a writer and overcoming my fear of what people would think. Once I decided to pursue writing professionally, everything shifted for the better as far as my writing career goes.

Tell us three quirky or interesting things about yourself.
I had to ask my boyfriend to answer this. He said I have a wonderful ability to make weird things sound good, like I could make an old flower pot sound like it belongs at the Ritz. (I think he means I have a good imagination.) He also said he likes my laugh—it’s weird but cute. (He never told me that before.) He thinks it’s weird that that I don’t like going to Mexico, eating hot foods, and know only a handful of Spanish words, even though I’m Mexican-American. (That’s the Carmelite nuns’ fault—they told my mom not to let us learn Spanish or “act” like Mexicans and being a good catholic, she listened.)

What rituals do you use to help you focus or get the words down on the page e.g. music or a snack.
I cannot listen to music while writing...it distracts me! I end up wanting to listen to the soundtrack or lyrics rather than writing. I like to have a hot chai latte by my side or glass of water, and in between pages that are hard to write or edit I clear my thoughts with a quick game of solitaire or rummy on my computer.

Mention something unique about your books and your writing style.
I dream most all of my books or “see” them in meditations. I think that anything ever written, is being written, or will be written already exists in another dimension and we just have to connect with the Universe (God, Source, Creator, etc.) and listen. Weird, huh?

What book would you like to work on next?
I want to edit finished drafts of a contemporary drama romance and a literary women’s fiction work. I’m still writing Eve’s Amulet~Book 2, as well as my non-fiction work on the long term effects of abuse.


15 year-old Adley doesn’t know that an evil being born of a generational curse haunts her grandmother’s mansion or that it hides in a dark portal beneath her bed. Adley will die on her next birthday unless she can find a way to end the evil. She meets Victor, the only one who can destroy the curse forever. Together they can save future lives, but will they succumb to fear just as they found real love?


The overhead light flickered off and on. Adley glimpsed a hulking shadow lurking in the corner of her room between the closet and bedroom door. As dark as night itself, the black figure started to take shape right in front of her eyes. Then the lights went out completely.
Adley reached backward for the light switch. If the bulb still worked, the obscure image would disappear the moment the light when on. The bright flash relieved her sense of unease when she looked back to the corner, but only for the briefest moment. As predicted, the shadow was no longer there.
Now it stood right in front of her.
A long string of bones snapped out the top of the obsidian mass with a spidery hand tethered on the end and whipped itself straight at her. Adley jerked to the side and the clawed limb smashed into the door and locked it. Too scared to scream, she ran to the other corner of the room, farthest from the door. Adley grabbed a frame off the dresser and threw it at the dark mass. The shadow dissolved.
She willed every ounce of strength in a sprint for the door. From out of nowhere, the hand shot out in front of her and spread its fingers like a catcher’s mitt ready to grab whatever came its way.
Adley slid beneath the bones and into the door as if she was sliding into home base. The spindly object grabbed her foot as she hit the door. Adley kicked at it and her foot crushed the bony hand. It broke into pieces that scattered across the floor, clattering like a bowl of marbles.
The creature cackled and whispered clearly into her ear, “Aaad––”
“Shut up!” she shouted. “Don’t say it! You have no right to say my name!”
She grabbed hold of the handle, ignoring the freezing burn on her skin. Adley yanked the door open and looked back.
Five skeletal fingers with deadly sharp nails flew directly at her face.

Wow, Carole, you know how to write scary! I'm amazed at the variety of genres you can write. Was so lovely learning more about you.

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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Book Spotlight with Helen Pollard

Today, I have fellow Astraea Press author Helen Pollard talking about her romance, Warm Hearts in Winter. I adore this cover.

Can two hearts thaw on the midwinter moors?


Forced by circumstance into the world of temping, when Abby Davis accepts an assignment in the wilds of Yorkshire as personal assistant to a widowed novelist, she assumes he is an ageing recluse.

Thirty-something Jack Blane is anything but. Still struggling to get his life and writing career back on track three years after his wife’s death, Jack isn’t ready for a breath of fresh air like Abby.

Snowed in at his winter retreat on the moors, as the weeks go by and their working relationship becomes friendship and maybe more, Abby must rethink her policy of never getting involved with someone at work … and Jack must decide whether he is willing to risk the pain of love a second time.

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About the Author:

Helen Pollard writes contemporary romance with old-fashioned heart. She firmly believes there will always be a place for romantic fiction, no matter how fast-paced and cynical the world becomes. Readers still want that feel-good factor - to escape from their own world for a while and see how a budding romance can blossom and overcome adversity to develop into love ... and we all need a little love, right?

A Yorkshire lass, Helen is married, with two teenagers. They share space with a Jekyll and Hyde cat that alternates between being obsessively affectionate and viciously psychotic. Antiseptic cream is always close at hand.

When Helen’s not working or writing, it goes without saying that she loves to read. She also enjoys a good coffee in a quiet bookshop, and appreciates the company of family and close friends.

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Excerpt from Chapter One:

Abby chewed her lip in anxious concentration as she peered through the windscreen, her fingers gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles were white. The narrow country road would be hard to negotiate at the best of times, but in the dark and the snow it was almost impossible. Despite her slow speed, the full beam from her headlights barely showed a bend until she was almost upon it — but since there was nowhere to turn around, all she could do was grit her teeth, stay calm and fervently hope her satnav didn't lead her down a sheep track or into a swollen river.
She allowed herself a soft curse at the weather and directed another at Casey while she was at it. It was all her fault this was happening. No, that wasn't true. Her friend was only trying to help, and it was because of their friendship that Abby had been foolish enough to accept this assignment. That and the fact she'd had little choice in the matter. Her recent bad luck — if that was what you could call it — hadn't allowed her the luxury of choice. She needed a job. Her best friend managed a temping agency. A job came up. Abby had exactly ten minutes to decide whether to accept the post of personal assistant to some thriller writer she'd never heard of. Casey had heard of him and recommended she did. Actually, she reminded her she was in no position to refuse. It would be a challenge, Casey said. Unusual, Casey said. Abby trusted her and accepted.
And now look. Desperate to set off before the weather deteriorated, she'd packed in such a hurry she'd probably forgotten half of what she needed, and she'd been driving for two hours through conditions that only got worse by the minute. She wasn't sure her ageing car could take much more. The wipers were clogged with the thick snowflakes that swirled across the windscreen, reducing visibility to virtually nothing. She had no idea what she would do if something came in the opposite direction — although she was so far out in the middle of nowhere she doubted there was another soul around. That is, apart from Jack Blane — her new boss for the next few weeks — who in his wisdom had chosen to write his latest novel miles from civilization on the bleak Yorkshire moors in the worst winter weather for years. Abby had heard writers liked solitude, but this was ridiculous!
Just as she was beginning to think this whole thing must be a bad dream, her satnav archly informed her she was nearly there. Abby slowed her car to a crawl, peering over the steering wheel like an old lady who'd forgotten her glasses.
"Nearly where?" she asked the machine's know-it-all voice.
A dark shape loomed at the side of the road, and she screeched to a halt. Not a bright move. The car skidded nearly full circle, and Abby had to fight both the wheel and her own panic to regain control. Her heart thudding, she opened the driver's window and stuck her head out. A house of forbidding dark stone, dusted liberally with snow, stood silhouetted against the grey sky. Abby glared at her satnav and back at the house. Well, this must be it. There was certainly nowhere else in sight.
"Great. Out of the frying pan and straight onto the set of Wuthering Heights," she muttered.

 Ooh, I just love that excerpt!
Yes, I agree, we all need love and the feel-good factor. Exactly why I like to write romance.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Book Spotlight - Heather Gray

Today, I have fellow Astraea Press regency and inspirational author, Heather Gray, talking about her new release, Queen. It's book 3 of her Regency Refuge series.

Back Cover Blurb:
You can't hide from the past.

Queen's world was shattered, and she was banished to a foreign land. Years pass before she dares to return, but what she finds is of little comfort. Greed and dishonesty have festered and grown in her absence. Embittered and cynical, Queen trusts few people.

Owen pursues a clandestine investigation and finds himself working side-by-side with a veritable ghost, an agent few have seen, a master of disguise known simply as Queen.  He craves her trust…but then uncovers a secret from his family's past that could destroy her.

Queen once sought refuge in America and now seeks it in disguise. Owen has always found his refuge in God, but will his faith be strong enough for the challenges ahead? Can he convince Queen to stop hiding, or is he doomed to become her most hated enemy?


Three days had passed since the beginning of his employment with Lady Rutherford. Owen stared at the ledgers spread out across the considerable breadth of the walnut desk and blinked slowly. By jove, I think I'm on to something here. At the sound of approaching feet, he closed the ledger and picked up some of the late viscount's correspondence.

The housemaid shuffled in then. "I'm here to stoke the fire, Mr. Lobbing."

"Go ahead. By the by, can you tell me your name? I keep forgetting to ask."

She bobbed her head and gave a half-curtsy. "Isadore."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Isadore."

"But we've met before, Mr. Lobbing."

He chuckled. "Of course, but we've not been introduced until this moment."

She gave him an odd look and went about her business with the fireplace. He'd not seen her the last couple of days, and according to Chambers, she'd been punished for some infraction and assigned scullery duties. The butler hadn't been forthcoming about the infraction, so Owen had been left wondering.

"It's good to see you out and about again, Isadore. The footman did a passable job with my fire, but he's not nearly as efficient as you."

She glanced at him with wide eyes before she dropped her gaze back to her task. Once she was done with the fire, she took a step toward the door, but her foot caught on the edge of a rug. Time slowed. Isadore lurched to her right then overcorrected and stumbled wildly to her left until her feet became tangled up in the legs of a globe stand. The globe teetered, its position precarious, and Owen jumped to rescue it. Neither of their jobs would be secure if something happened to the globe, and he had a feeling Isadore didn't have many employment choices.

Isadore, in fighting to get her feet free, finally sent the globe stand toppling onto its side. The globe tumbled out, striking the floor before Owen could get a hand on it. He helped Isadore to her feet and found his eyes drawn to her blue ones in the most peculiar way. Owen turned his back to her and set the globe's stand to rights again. Then he reached for the globe, but Isadore must not have been quite steady on her feet yet, for her foot slipped past him and kicked the the spherical object before she regained her footing.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Lobbing. Do you think it's damaged? I can't get in trouble again, I jus' can't."
Owen glanced from Isadore to the globe. It had made a sound when rolling that last little bit. "I'm sure it's fine. You'd best be on your way."

He picked up the globe and examined it. Much to Owen's relief, the sphere remained unbroken. Isadore did not need more trouble with her employer. Waiting until the maid was out the door, he shook the globe. A definite clank met his ears. Owen ran his fingers across the globe's entire surface. A compartment had to be hidden within. Sure enough, over the western part of the colonies along one of the seams, a slight irregularity could be felt along the surface, nothing more than a small bump. Firm pressure from his fingers, and he heard a satisfying click. The globe came apart in his hands.

Author Bio:

Heather Gray authors the Ladies of Larkspur inspirational western romance series, including Mail Order Man, Just Dessert, and Redemption.  She also writes the Regency Refuge series: His Saving Grace, Jackal, and Queen - plus contemporary titles Ten Million Reasons and Nowhere for Christmas.  Aside from a long-standing love affair with coffee, Heather’s greatest joys are her relationships with her Savior and family.  Heather loves to laugh, and this theme is prevalent in her writing where, through the highs and lows of life, her characters find a way to love God, embrace each day, and laugh out loud right along with her.

You can find Heather online at http://www.facebook.com/heathergraywriting, http://www.twitter.com/laughdreamwrite, and http://www.heathergraywriting.com.  She can also be found most days at The Inspired Inkpot, a street team, prayer group, and all around awesome place to hang out - http://www.facebook.com/groups/theinspiredinkpot.

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