Adding and Subtracting

Welcome back to my little corner of the world! Things have been crazy over here. Lots of stuff happening. Nothing bad, just a lot all at once. I’ve dealt with anxiety/depression since 2007 and pregnancy hormones sure don’t help. Yup, you heard that right, I’m prego, knocked up, bun in the oven, however you want to say it. I feel huge and sore, but I’m thrilled with it. We worked hard for monster #3 and we’re thrilled that he’s almost here. Less than 10 weeks! Woohoo!

That’s the addition. The subtraction (as well as another addition) is NA Alley. Due to schedules and such, the NA Alley blog team has decided to go their separate ways. You can read their goodbye post here. What does that mean for NA Alley? It means that there will be a LOT of changes. Carrie wrote a post about it that you can find here. Like I said, lots of changes! New people, new plans, new layout. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait!

What’s been new with you?


Release Day and Giveaway: State of Rebellion by Summer Lane


Author: Summer Lane

Series: Collapse Series #3

Publisher: WB Publishing

Release: January 24th, 2014


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Everything has changed.

After a devastating ambush that left the militia group Freedom Fighters struggling to survive, Cassidy Hart has been lucky to escape with her life.

Along with her Commander and former Navy SEAL Chris Young, she’s made a shocking discovery concerning the whereabouts of her father. The militias have moved further into the mountains. And the secret that is kept there will come with a price.

But when the National Guard arrives, Cassidy is faced with a choice that will force her to decide between friends and family. Omega is getting stronger. The fight for freedom looms on the horizon.

It’s all or nothing.

And Cassidy has no intention of giving up.



Copyright 2014

Summer Lane

All Rights Reserved

“This,” he says, “is all yours.”

I step into the room. Weapons and equipment are hanging from every nook and cranny. It’s a goldmine of war goodies. Chris, however, is holding up a single object. A rifle. It’s brand new, it’s sleek, and it’s awesome. He hands it to me.

It’s mine.

I curl my fingers around the weapon, the metal cool against my skin. I test the weight. Not too heavy. Just right for my size. A scope is mounted on top of the weapon.

“I’ve really needed one of these,” I say.

“You’re a great shot without optics,” he replies. “With it you’ll be unstoppable.” He hoists a backpack. “I packed this for you. It’s got a new uniform, supplies, equipment. Upgraded radio, night vision goggles.” He grins and pulls out a small handgun. “There are some nice toys in here, too. This one’s just your size.”

“You packed this for me?” I asked, touched. Because with all of the things he’s got to worry about, it’s beyond sweet that he would go to the trouble of getting supplies together for me. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” He drapes one strap of the pack over my shoulder. “You’re really in the military now, Cassie. It suits you.”

“I don’t know.” I gaze up at his sure, handsome face. “Does it?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “There’s not a lot of people that would adjust to this sort of lifestyle so well. You’ve got a gift.”

“I’ve got a great leader,” I reply, standing on my tiptoes. “You.”

He laughs softly, placing one hand on each side of my waist.

“Is that so?” he asks.

“Yes.” I kiss his cheek. “Thank you, Chris. For everything.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

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Author Biography:


Summer Lane is the author of the national bestselling YA/NA Romantic Adventure novels, State of Emergency, State of Chaos, and State of Rebellion, the first three installments in The Collapse Series. She is a freelance writer, publicist and lover of all things feline. Summer owns WB Publishing, a digital publishing company devoted to releasing exciting survival and adventure stories. In her spare time, Summer is the creator of the online magazine/blog, Writing Belle, in addition to being a co-founder and frequent contributor at NA Alley, a website dedicated to all things New Adult. She works as a creative writing teacher and consultant, as well. 

Summer began writing when she was 13 years old, due to the fact that the long afternoons after school were somewhat boring, and writing stories seemed to make the time pass a little quicker. Since then she has written many books about jungle cats, secret agents, princesses and spaceships. She is also a non-fiction writer, but her debut novels of The Collapse Series are her favorite books yet. You can find Summer hopping around on the Internet by following her on Twitter @SummerEllenLane. Want to talk to Summer? Email her at:


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Liking what you write

“Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either.” – Meg Cabot


Photo byRubin Starset, shared under the CC BY-NC-SA license

This quote has been on my mind a lot lately. I’m getting close to the point to either start querying for the first time or self-publishing. Either option has its pros and cons, as well as seems intimidating. As I try to perfect my MS, I’m constantly wondering: Are people going to like this? Is it good enough? Should I make my heroine a little more insecure or make her ooze confidence? I jump from blog to blog looking for the right answer and you wanna know what I discovered? There is no right answer. Yes, there are the rules you have to follow. Proper spelling, punctuation, capitalization, etc. As far as the story goes though, you’re the artist. This is your lump of clay, blank canvas, raw ingredients. How you spin them together is on you and how you think it should be done.

Be proud of your work. Is everyone going to love it? No. Just like not everybody loves pizza. (I agree, they’re sick in the head.) Is everyone going to hate? I highly doubt it. Emily Dickinson only published seven poems while she was alive. Edgar Allen Poe sold The Raven for nine measly bucks. Look at them now. *I am in no way encouraging you to plan your demise in hopes that your sales will increase. You put in hours of your time, mentally and physically. Recognize it. Respect it. And go rock it!

One thing I wish I did last year…

Happy New Year! Yes, I realize I’m a little late on that considering January is more than half over, but better late than never, right?😉 The new year always seems to be a time of reflection. You think about the previous years and the highs and lows. You plan how you’re going to be better the coming year.

One thing I wish I did last year and plan to do better this year is become organized. This blog, my life, writing, everything. I’ve already printed out many different lists, planners, and random stuff to keep me focused.

I have a family planner to keep all of us organized in one place. (Yes, my little monsters got to it already.)

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I have a desk calendar with a bunch of colorful sticky notes to plan out blog posts. I also subscribed to Rainy of the Dark‘s monthly newsletter where she not only highlights fun topics she recently blogged about, she’s going to be sending out a list of blogging topics for writers each month. One for every day if that’s how often you want to blog.

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I set up a little corner for just me in a corner of our house and plastered it with some writing motivation. (Yes, I do occasionally just stare and sigh. Especially at the ones of Loki and Chris Evans shirtless.

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What are some things you plan on doing this coming year? What have you done to get started on them? Any tips for keeping organized?


Cover Reveal: Honesty (Mark of Nexus #2)

I  can’t tell you guys how excited I am for this book! If you’ve read STRENGTH and COURAGE, you’ll know who Cole is. If you haven’t, get on it! While I love Wallace and Rena, Cole is definitely my fav. He has the bad-boy-with-a-good-heart thing going on. Make sure to keep an eye out for this one!

Honesty (Mark of Nexus #2.5)

Category: New Adult 
Genre: Urban Fantasy

Book Description:

Note: This title is best enjoyed after Strength (Mark of Nexus #1) and Courage (Mark of Nexus #2).
Cole Blake is more than just a roguish ladies’ man. He’s also a dedicated worker—so dedicated, in fact, that he’s willing to blackmail his boss with a falsified sex tape in order to keep his job. And his proactive efforts don’t end there. After hours, he uses his Dynari abilities to moonlight as a vigilante, keeping his neighborhood safe from drunks, dealers, and would-be thieves.Until a mistake stops him dead in his super-accelerated tracks.

Now burdened with the closest thing he’s ever had to a conscience, Cole struggles to justify his once-reckless actions. It’d be all too easy to give in to his darker impulses, especially with ERA making dangerous advances toward their goal of revolution, but embracing that hatred could jeopardize the few relationships he actually cares about—including his pursuit of the saintly Rachel Ranford. No, in order to keep everyone safe, he’ll have to come clean about his warring compulsions and ask for help… before his dark side takes over.

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Fun Friday #4: Fairy Tales

I normally don’t like going to the theater. I don’t like having to stay in one place for two and a half hours and a lot of the time I get bored half way through the movie. There are some exceptions. I went with my husband to a midnight showing of Thor: The Dark World and stayed glued to the screen the whole time. (Partly so I was sure not to miss any of Tom Hiddleston’s onscreen time. I loved his sass in this one!)

We had a little treat today and both my mom and my husband were off work, so we decided to go see Frozen. I tried to get out of it, but was dragged along anyway. I am so glad I was. It. Was. AWESOME!!! Did you know Kristen Bell could sing? She totally rocked the voice of Anna. Even my three year old sat through it and ooh-ed and aw-ed in the all the right places. It was a great take on The Snow Queen by  Hans Christen Andersen.

There have been a lot of fairy tale spin-offs lately. Once Upon A Time, The Princess and the Frog, Beastly. Then there’s all the comics that they’re making into movies. Batman, Iron Man, Thor, Superman. I love seeing all the remakes and different takes on classics.

What fairy tale would you like to see brought to life on the big screen? Either one that’s been done before or one that hasn’t. I’d love to see someone’s take on Bluebeard and see how that could be made into a happily ever after without him dying.


Savor by Kate Evangelista – Holiday Release Blitz


Mature and explicit content. Not recommended for readers below 18-years-old. Yup, you’ve got to be that old to read my story. Consider yourself warned.

I’m Dakota Collins, a tough talking, eye patch wearing, workaholic photography student. Why am I important? Well, maybe because I get to spend an entire month with Vicious, only the sickest indie rock band out there.

You see, I needed a subject for my Spring Showcase introspective in order to graduate. During a chance encounter at a club I’d been sent to cover for the Daily Gossip, our ironically named college paper, the features writer I usually teamed up with introduced me to the band—by accident, I might add. It involved a run in with a scary, bald bodyguard. Anyway, long story short, I signed a contract to take pictures of Vicious.

I should have known their handsome yet way too serious for his own good bassist, Luka Visraya, wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself. He’s gorgeous and all, but the way he smiles spelled trouble with a capital L. I’m in for a long month with him around.

Crazy shit happens and then some. So, if you want the skinny on Vicious and the events revolving around my stay at Lunar Manor, read my story.

Again, refer to the warning above.

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When Kate Evangelista was told she had a knack for writing stories, she did the next best thing: entered medical school. After realizing she wasn’t going to be the next Doogie Howser, M.D., Kate wandered into the Literature department of her university and never looked back. Today, she is in possession of a piece of paper that says to the world she owns a Literature degree. To make matters worse, she took Master’s courses in creative writing. In the end, she realized to be a writer, none of what she had mattered. What really mattered? Writing. Plain and simple, honest to God, sitting in front of her computer, writing. Today, she lives in the Philippines and writes full-time.

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Savor Exclusive Excerpt

           “Dakota Collins!”

I lowered my camera. The use of my full name never came with good consequences. I blinked my vision back at her even if I wanted to spend the rest of the night taking his picture. Sweat rose over my upper lip. I may just have found my subject for the Spring Showcase.

The only problem?

I had to find a way to convince him to be in my project. Something told me this wouldn’t be easy. By the way my heart beat in my ears, drowning out the music and Silvia having a fit in front of me, I wanted it too much. I wanted him too much.

“This the guy you were saying?” I showed Silvia the picture I’d taken. This seemed to pacify her because she sidled closer, mesmerized like a moth to a flame.

“Luka Visraya,” she said with a moan like she’d just tasted the most luscious chocolate before taking a long gulp of her cocktail. The name didn’t register. Silvia must have noticed my blank expression because she continued. “He’s the bassist for Vicious.”

Still no pings of recognition in my head.

She slapped her thigh. “Where have you been? It’s weird that you haven’t heard of them. Their songs are on the radio like every second.”

Of course I hadn’t heard of them. I liked listening to country and I hardly kept up with current events.

“Name one?” Okay, I had a name. Luka. Exotic. A bassist. Part of a band I should know about. So he’s famous. I slowly felt my chances of asking him to be my subject slip from my grasp. If he was someone famous, fat chance he’d say yes to a graduating photography student like me. I just about deflated when Silvia mentioned one of their songs. “Oh, I know that one!” By accident. It played in the radio of the cab I rode in to Sacrifice. I stared at the picture of him then lifted my gaze to where he sat. “He’s gone.”

“What?” Silvia whipped around in time to come face to face with a wall of man. “Whoa!” She pushed at him. “Watch it, buddy!”

“Give me the camera,” he said in a threatening tone.

Big. Beefy. Bald. The three Bs that made up the quintessential bodyguard.

I clutched my DSLR closer to my chest and looked up at him with my good eye. “And why would I do that?” The patch didn’t seem to intimidate him because he just reached out. So much for my Bond villain aspirations. I moved away from his grubby hand. No one touched my camera but me.

Despite her size, Silvia came between me and the mountain. “We’re here to cover Sacrifice for our college paper. You don’t have the right to take away my colleague’s camera.”

Yeah! You give it to him, Silvy.

Not that I couldn’t take care of myself. But if Silvia wanted to play hero, I wouldn’t stand in her way.

“What seems to be the problem here?” a soft, authoritative voice chimed in.

The bodyguard moved aside to reveal the Gothic Lolita. She stood at just about the same height as Silvia, but she possessed an older aura even if she seemed to be our age.

“She’s been taking pictures,” Baldy said.

Lolita’s kohl eyes landed on me then shifted to my camera.

“As I was saying to the big guy,” Silvia explained. “My colleague and I are covering the opening of Sacrifice.”

“For what paper?” Lolita asked without taking her eyes off me. I clutched my camera like an extra appendage. In some ways it was. After losing half my sight, I relied on my camera like an extra eye, seeing the world through its lens. I would rather die than lose it.

“The Daily Gossip,” I said before Silvia could answer just to relieve some of the awkward tension building in me under her gaze. “We study at Wexler U.”

She tilted her head, crossing her arms.

“Okay,” I quickly stammered out. “I get that the name of our paper sounds like a tabloid, but the Daily Gossip is a cool campus paper.” The last part maybe only I believed since Silvia raised her eyebrow at me, but Lolita and the mountain didn’t have to know that.

No one spoke after that. Even in a noisy club, the silence in our group rang in my ears. Not waiting for the situation to get any more awkward, I plowed forward with my own selfish intensions.

“You know Luka.” I said it more as a statement, but it came out like a question.

Lolita nodded.

“I’m Dakota Collins and I’m graduating this spring. I was wondering if Luka would be interested in—”

“What would I be interested in?” a smooth voice joined our group.

The walls of my throat closed, chocking the rest of what I had to say. All eyes turned to Luka. Silvia dropped her empty glass. It bounced off the bodyguard’s shoe and landed in a clatter but didn’t break. Even with my height, I still had to look up at him.

“What are you doing here?” Lolita admonished. “You should be backstage.”

One side of his lips came up. God. Without the scowl, his face lit up. I had to stop the urge to lift my camera and start snapping away. And his eyes were piercing blue. The kind that stretched over my mother’s farm in the summer. Damn.

Seeing him up close, I knew I’d give any one of my kidneys for a chance to take his picture in a formal shoot.

“We have five minutes. Chill, Yana.” He tugged at one of her pigtails.

“Luka,” Silvia managed. “I’m a big fan. Will you sign my chest?”

Bypassing my petite colleague, Luka’s intensely blue gaze studied me. He reached out and I flinched back. His fingers almost grazed my patch. What the hell was the matter with him? Trying to touch my eye patch was tantamount to poking a bandage over a wound and asking the person if it hurts.

Gothic Lolita—Yana—yanked Luka’s arm down. “I’m so sorry!” Her whole aura changed. She went from all business to panicky. “My brother sometimes forgets his manners. He didn’t mean anything about touching your…” She bit her lower lip, maybe trying to keep herself from saying the wrong thing.

That little faux pas cleared my head of the Luka haze and spurred me into action. “Luka, will you let me take your picture for my final project?” I didn’t know where my courage came from, but I knew if I didn’t take this chance, I’d regret it. I had to have him as my subject.

Still not removing his gaze from my face, like my patch transfixed him, he tilted his head to one side very much like his sister did earlier.

“Luka, don’t!” Yana said, but from the consideration on Luka’s face, she was too late.

“You’re a photographer?”

“Yes.” I nodded, in case the word wasn’t enough.

“And you’d like me to be the subject of your project?”

God yes! This time, I could only nod. I didn’t want him to see how eager I was. And I couldn’t live with myself if I embarrassed myself further.

I waited with baited breath.

It seemed everyone in our group waited with baited breath for what the golden god had to say about my brazen request. I soon realized when Luka spoke, everyone listened. The way he pronounced every word precisely yet still spoke so smoothly, like butter on warm toast, captured everyone’s attention. To say he captivated us was an understatement. Something in me certainly wanted to hear him keep speaking. He could read from an accounting textbook in that voice and no one would get bored.

“I need to know that you’re good,” he finally said.

Something about his words seemed to hold a different meaning. I must have missed the alcohol in the soda Silvia had given me. Maybe I was drunk and this was all a blackout dream.

“What are you saying?” Yana faced Luka all the way now, her petite form all rigid.

He unleashed a full on megawatt smile my way. I almost had to cover my eye from it. At my side, Silvia gasped. Her long nails dug into my arm. Like staring at the sun, I couldn’t take my gaze away from him no matter how bad it was for me.

“We’re about to perform. I want you to take several pictures then send them to Yana. If she approves, we’ll see about your request.”

Then, like smoke, he disappeared into the crowd.


Villains: They’re not all created equal

In order for the good guy to shine, there has to be a bad guy. There has to be dark to emphasize the light. But just like good guys, not all bad guys are created equal. There are different levels and reasons for their madness.

The Selfish Villain

This guy is just a jerk. He’s out for himself and will do whatever he needs to do to get what he wants.

“Bring me the lamp. The rest of the treasure is yours but the lamp is mine.” – Jafar, Aladdin800px-Jafar


The Psycho Villain

He’s seriously messed up in the head. Whether he knows what he’s doing is right or wrong, we’re not sure and he doesn’t care.

“Madness, as you know, is a lot like gravity. All it takes is a little push.” The Joker, The Dark Knight


The Unsure Villain

Are they good? Are they bad? You can never quite tell because they walk that line so carefully.

Look around you, we’re all liars here, and every one of us is better than you.“―Petyr BaelishLittlefingerheadshotpromo

Evil Villains

Evil. They’re just evil. You hate them and you can’t find one thing to excuse their actions.

“The Ministry places a rather higher value on my life than yours, I’m afraid.” -Dolores Umbridge,  Harry Potter and the Order of the PhoenixImelda Staunton in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007)

The Forced Villain

They’re evil because they have to be. Usually to protect someone or something they love.

“Then you’re gonna need to fly a long way to get to the Guardians.” -Grimble, Legend of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga’HooleGrimbleOwlsofGahooleCap

The Betrayed Villain

They started out good, or okay at least, but then they were betrayed. You can’t help but feel sorry for them and almost want to side with them. Especially when Tom Hiddleston portrays them.

“Trust my rage.” -Loki, Thor: The Dark World

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Release of: Meant for Me by Faith Sullivan

Title: Meant for Me
Author: Faith Sullivan
Expected release date: December 10, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult
Ebook available at: Kindle | Nook | Smashwords  

Book Description:

Eric thought he had forever…before.

Divided between reliving the past and embracing his new life with Ivy, Eric fears that love will once again be ripped from his grasp. Having faith in the future is hard. So many things can go wrong.

Ivy is convinced that what they have is meant to be…but no one can escape the wheel of fate.

Her love for Eric and the life they’re creating make every sacrifice seem worthwhile. Until she’s forced to reveal the truth surrounding her delicate condition. Even if it shatters his hope.

Can they hold onto their newfound happiness or are events already in motion to keep them apart?


My boyfriend is so freakin’ hot.

I press my nose against the glass, peering out as he stops to take a break from cutting the grass around the garden center. It’s sweltering outside and he’s worked up quite a sweat pushing the lawn mower up and down the property. As a result of his labor, his white t-shirt is clinging to his chest in all the right places. I sigh happily, taking him in.

He has no clue that I’m watching as he picks up a water bottle and pours it over his head, forming a trail that trickles down the length of his body. I clutch the windowsill as I feel that all too familiar twinge between my legs. Being pregnant, my hormones are on fire and it doesn’t take much to get me going. So it’s no wonder a moan escapes my lips when he doesn’t stop there. Instead, he casually begins to strip in front of me.

My cheeks burn as he lifts his arms over his head, removing his shirt, elongating every inch of his defined abs. My eyes follow his v-shaped pelvic muscle as it dips suggestively below his belt buckle. My breathing becomes heavy as he stretches, causing his jeans to ride even lower on his hips. My pulse skyrockets as he proceeds to wring the water out of his shirt, flexing his glistening biceps against the rays of the setting sun.

I squirm against the window, forcing my knees together. My movement catches his attention and he glances up, meeting my gaze. A sexy grin slowly spreads across his face when he realizes the effect he’s having on me. My mouth is open. I’m literally panting for him. He shakes his head and chuckles softly. My heart clenches at how adorable he looks.

He’s not the kind of guy who flaunts his body, but for me it seems like he enjoys being on display. He runs his hands through his damp hair, tousling it before grabbing another bottle of water. He winks at me, tilting back his head and taking a long swig. He closes his eyes, his lips wrapped around the bottle, teasing me. He smiles when he’s done, beckoning me with his finger.

I don’t hesitate for a moment. I gladly leave the confines of his air-conditioned office and rush outside. He’s waiting, his eyes smoldering. He stands with his hands on his hips, watching as I approach. It’s unseasonably mild for October, and I step out of my clogs as I draw nearer to him. His gaze never leaves my face. It only intensifies, causing me to blush even more.

I get close enough to feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek, but I don’t speak. Instead, I run my hands across the wide breadth of his shoulders and down his heaving chest. My touch must be driving him wild because I can feel his heart thudding beneath my fingertips. His skin is so smooth and firm. He’s a man’s man who’d never dream of waxing his upper body, and a trail of soft, fine hair guides me to his belly button and beyond.

“How can I expect to get anything done around here with you touching me like that?” Eric asks, his voice all husky as I find the zipper of his jeans.

“Well, you shouldn’t be tempting me by getting naked in front of the window,” I whisper seductively as he grabs my wrist, preventing me from lowering his zipper and undressing him any further.

With my free hand, I start to remove my dress when he growls, “I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.” He scans the horizon for any approaching vehicles, but there are none to be found. “No one’s ever going to hear what you sound like when you come. Only me.”

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Faith Sullivan is an author of New Adult contemporary romances including the HEARTBEAT trilogy, the TAKE ME NOW series and the 9/11 novel, UNEXPECTED.

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Saturday Sayings #1

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” ~Maya Angelou

I love this quote. Absolutely adore it. As writers, can you think of anything worse? I’ll see something cool and think, “that would make a fun story“. Then I’m done and back to whatever I was doing. Every so often though, an idea will plant itself in the back of my mind. It starts out small, but grows and grows until it has enveloped my mind to the point that I can’t think about anything else until I get it out. While those stories can be exhausting and demanding, I love them because of the passion that comes with them.