New Adult Scavenger Hunt– K. Bird Lincoln

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K. Bird Lincoln is an ESL professional and writer living on the windswept Minnesota Prairie with family and a huge addiction to frou-frou coffee. Also dark chocolate– without which, the world is a howling void. Originally from Cleveland, she has spent more years living on the edges of the Pacific Ocean than in the Midwest. Her speculative short stories are published in various online & paper publications such as Strange Horizons. Her first novel, Tiger Lily, a medieval Japanese fantasy, is available from Amazon. Her debut Urban Fantasy, Dream Eater, was published in April 2017 by World Weaver Press. She also writes tasty speculative and YA fiction reviews on Goodreads, ponders breast cancer, chocolate, and fantasy on her What I Should Have Said blog and hangs out on Facebook.

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***Dream Eater***

“With a keen sense of place and a richly textured plot based in Japanese folklore, the first book in the Portland Hafu series shows enormous potential.” –RT Book Reviews “DREAM EATER brings much-needed freshness to the urban fantasy genre with its inspired use of Japanese culture and mythology and its fully-realized setting of Portland, Oregon. I’m eager to follow Koi on more adventures!” —Beth Cato, author of The Clockwork Dagger and Breath of Earth Koi Pierce dreams other peoples’ dreams. Her whole life she’s avoided other people. Any skin-to-skin contact—a hug from her sister, the hand of a barista at Stumptown coffee—transfers flashes of that person’s most intense dreams. It’s enough to make anyone a hermit. But Koi’s getting her act together. No matter what, this time she’s going to finish her degree at Portland Community College and get a real life. Of course it’s not going to be that easy. Her father, increasingly disturbed from Alzheimer’s disease, a dream fragment of a dead girl from the casual brush of a creepy PCC professor’s hand, and a mysterious stranger who speaks the same rare Northern Japanese dialect as Koi’s father will force Koi to learn to trust in the help of others, as well as face the truth about herself


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Dream Eater sneak peek from chapter one

“Take Dad for two weeks.”

            “What? No, I mean, I can’t. What about school?” I sucked in air, floundering. First the memory care monster, and now this? I’d been sucker punched.

            My sister Marlin waved a hand at the mess of tissues and the box of Sudafed. “Koi, I’ve been managing Dad all winter. My clients are booked solid through April and May.”

“You managed before.”

“Ha,” she said, “Managed.” The word turned into a dripping sarcasm ball. “Just two weeks, Koi, that’s all I’m asking.”

“I can’t do it.”

Marlin looked down at her manicured thumbnail, picking at an appliquéd flower. Loose hair fell forward, covering her face in a glossy curtain. “He doesn’t need me,” she said quietly.

A bigger monster entered the room. Mom’s reasons for leaving Dad, tangled up with the very careful way our family never, ever talked about the biggest thing I had inherited from him.

This was the closest we’d come to naming it since Mom died. A thin wisp of connection hovering in the air between us. I could reach out right now and take Marlin’s bare hand, let all those unspoken things spill out of me. A yearning to share this burden, to explain somehow, flickered for an instant. But talking about it with Marlin would ignite her caretaker instincts, and I couldn’t let her fix things for me anymore. I had to figure out my life on my own.

The moment dissipated. Marlin snuck a sideways peek at me through her hair. I reached out and stroked soft strands, careful not to brush the edge of her ear.

“And we’ll try to work out some more permanent solution in the meantime,” said Marlin, back to bossy little sister voice.

            Permanent solution? “I was supposed to have spring off for my classes,” I said. She just stared back at me, waiting, sick, concerned, and stubborn as Mom.

            I flexed my fingers, trying to calm the little bursts of unease running up and down my arms. I couldn’t fight this Marlin. She was deadly serious. “Okay. You can bring him by tonight.”

“Can you just pick him up at Salvation Army at the end of his day program?”

“I’ve got classes.” Even Marlin could push me only so far.

“Fine. I’ll bring him. Now, I’ve got some serious binging to do with Leverage on my DVR. If you want to stay and play ‘spot the downtown landmarks’, that’s fine. If not, you’re dismissed.” She fiddled with the remote. “And thanks for the Sudafed.”

            She kept her eyes on the TV, but I blew an air kiss to her as I left anyway. She drove me crazy, but she was one of the only people in the world since Mom died that I could call mine.

My smothering, meddling bridge to humanity.

            I let myself out the door, ran down her rickety staircase and whipped around the overgrown pink-budded rhododendrons back towards the sidewalk.

And barreled headlong into somebody.

            Somebody with a hard midsection covered by an OHSU sweatshirt.

            I looked up, flushing for a third time that morning. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

It was the guy from Rite-Aid. I hadn’t had a good look at him before, but now there was no convenient escape-path. He had very dark brown eyes, almost black. Under the lack of a pronounced eyelid, his eyes tilted up at the corners. Asian, or possibly, part-Asian. Medium-length dark hair, moussed up into tousled spikes at the top of his head.

He wore the sweatshirt like someone who didn’t care what they put on because they had the body to pull off any look.

            I glanced at his hands. The box of condoms was no longer in sight.

            “This is becoming a habit,” he said.

            I bristled, but his mouth was curved into a relaxed grin, and he held one eyebrow arched up high in a way I’d wished I could emulate ever since I’d watched Spock on old Star Trek reruns.

            “Sorry,” I repeated with great emphasis. I stepped off the path to go around him, but he held out a hand to stop me.

            “I was hoping to talk to you,” he said.

            “What?” I backed away, checking quickly to see if anyone else was nearby. The parking lot mothers had all gone inside. Not a soul was around. Unease prickled.

            I’d touched him. Usually I only got fragments that lasted long enough to turn into dreams from people feeling strong emotion—like the clerk’s sadness. This guy didn’t have a drama aura, and I’d felt nothing at Rite-Aid but all of a sudden I wasn’t so sure he hadn’t given me a fragment. Were crazy stalker dreams going to haunt me tonight?

            “I’m new to town,” he said, with a curious emphasis.

            “I’m sorry,” I repeated. Was that all I could say today? Just placate him, and then slip away. I was good at slipping away. “Do you need directions somewhere?”

            “Directions?” he looked puzzled. “Nihongo wakarimasu ka?”

            I shook my head, screwing up my face into a puzzled look. Crazy stalker who spoke Japanese? Why the hell did he ask me if I spoke Japanese, anyway?

It wasn’t like Dad’s heritage was stamped all over my face. There was only a slight lift around the corner of my eyes. Even my nose was the sharp monstrosity inherited from the Pierce side.

            “Ah, dame ka,” he muttered. Those perfectly formed eyebrows fell, and his face changed. Not just the expression, but I swear his eyelashes got thicker and his mouth got wider, the lips more generous and the cheeks rounder. I blinked and looked again.

            It was the same guy, but his expression now fairly screamed “attractive and amiable.” As if he were the ultimate life insurance salesman.

            “Ah, I have to go…ah meet someone for coffee.” I gestured vaguely at the apartment complex. “I’m pretty sure all the apartments are labeled with names. You shouldn’t have any trouble finding anything.”

            “Actually, I was going to ask you for directions to the nearest café,” he said, his smile was genuine, but a hint of a smirk crinkled beneath his eyes.

Seriously? I rubbed my hands on the sides of my sweats. This guy was weird, but he hadn’t given off scary vibes when I bumped into him those two times. If only Marlin were here to give me a clue about how to handle this. Was it more normal to blow my rape whistle or walk with him to Stumptown?

He was patiently waiting, smiling in that way that made me feel included in a secret joke.

Okay, Stumptown it was. Once we got there I’d order first and then slip out while he was waiting for his.

            “Follow me,” I said, moving forward so he had to fall into step beside me. My head barely reached the bottom of his chin. Walking side by side meant I didn’t have to meet his gaze.

            “Do you live in one of these condos?” he said.

I stumbled a bit over a non-existent sidewalk crack

He coughed. “Ah, that’s not a comfortable question, is it? Let me try again. Okay, how about, do you know a cheap but nice apartment complex around here?”

            I considered my scant knowledge of the neighborhood where I’d been living for most of my post-high school life. Nope. Not a clue.

            Best cold buckwheat noodles in Portland? Grocery stores that delivered? Back stairwells on PCC’s campus? Navigating databases and academic search engines? I was your girl. Knowledge of the real world? Not so much.

            “Can’t help you. But there’s some great apartment-finder websites for Portland. There might even be some of those real estate booklets at Stumptown.”

            We stopped at the intersection and I waited, looking at him expectantly. He grinned back, but made no move to push the crosswalk button even though he was closer. Sighing, I reached past him to hit the button with an open palm. Instead of backing away when I invaded his personal space, the guy leaned in, flaring his nostrils like he was…smelling.

            I pulled back abruptly.

His brows knit together in puzzlement. “You…you aren’t only human. Why don’t you-“

The light turned red, and I strode away from him across the intersection.

Okay. Line officially crossed into whacko-ness. Only human? What? Even Marlin wouldn’t tell me I needed to be polite to Mr. Sniffer-Stalker now.

Stumptown and relative safety was at the end of the street, the bright yellow rooster-bedecked sign visible from here. He could find his own damn way.

            My back prickled again, but I refused to turn around and look. No acknowledgement, no encouragement was the best policy. I reached Stumptown and stepped around a bicycle trailer, banging my knee against the protruding handle of a kiddie scooter. Stupid inanimate objects, always getting in my way in a social crisis.

Inside the calm, blonde wood interior, I stood sideways in line to make other customers less likely to crowd up behind me. And to keep one eye out for Mr. Sniffer-Stalker.

            “You’re next,” said the lady in line behind me. I looked up to see the puzzled faces of Greg-ever-chipper and Sai-can’t-be-bothered peering at me from behind the glass case of pastries.

            “What can I get started for you?” said Greg, in a forced version of his chipper voice that indicated he was repeating something for an embarrassing-teenth time.

            “Large latte,” I said. I whipped out my debit card to hand to Sai.

            Ever since I passed her in a PCC hallway three weeks ago, I’d been working my way up to chit chat with Sai. I needed to say something normal. Something interesting and witty.

“How are classes?”

“You know, pretty easy so far,” said Sai. Her smile seemed genuine. I glanced around the displays, looking for something to ask about.

My eyes came to rest on a man at one of the little tables. He was familiar in a way I couldn’t place. A professor, for sure, decked out in a plaid jacket with suede elbows and an armful of coffee-stained papers in loose folders. Probably I knew him from walking the halls at PCC. A little shiver ran down my spine.

Why did the sight of him make me uneasy? Nothing in the way his gray-speckled hair curled over his collar told me anything.

I walked to the corner to wait for Greg to finish my latte.

“Ah yeah, I guess your classes must be okay, too then,” Sai called after me. A thin undercurrent of sarcasm laced her voice. Oops, preoccupied with studying the back of the professor’s head, I must have missed Sai’s continuance of our chit chat .

Not even a quick flash of the patented chipper grin as Greg put my latte on the bar. Maybe they’d chalk up my spaciness to caffeine deficiency. I could always hope.

            When my hand touched the warm cardboard of the latte, the aroma of cinnamon suddenly intensified. The strange, horrible fragment that had been giving me nightmares bubbled up from the depths of my mind. I froze.

The bright red of the espresso machine bled into the brown walls and counters, streaks of watery smudge blurring everything.

            Oat bran and molasses on my tongue. A hint of exotic spice…cardamom? Brown and red seeped into the brown-on-black shadows of a darkened hallway. My hand gripped the cold metal handle of a giant jagged-edged knife, like the kind in old Rambo movies. Blood dripped from the blade onto the pale, motionless body of a woman with long, black hair and a prominent, hooked nose.

            Scalding milk spilled down my arm and I yelped. The lid of my latte had popped off. Someone pressed a towel to my arm. I murmured apologies and closed my eyes hard until the dead woman’s glassy eyes faded into black ink.

Ki, yama, tsuki; the firm strokes of my old Saturday school teacher’s ink-tipped calligraphy brush painted kanji on the fuzzy light leaking behind my eyelids. That horrible fragment was haunting my waking moments now? How had I gotten such a strong one without realizing? This had never happened before. A whole week’s dreaming hadn’t lessened any of the visceral details.

Breathe. Paint a black line. Defining spaces of white contained within black helped banish the hallway, the scent, the terrible pale skin.

After a moment, I opened my eyes. Greg stared at me, dripping towel in one hand.

“Should we call Ben?” he whispered sideways to Sai.

Any progress I’d made in the past month at Stumptown was just completely obliterated. Time to beat a strategic retreat. Give people time to forget the weirdness.

I spun around clutching my half-full, soggy latte.

The professor guy was also staring at me, and I suddenly knew where I’d seen him before.

            He did teach at PCC. I’d bumped into him outside my Japanese lit professor’s office last week. He’d just barreled through the door, flustered and flushed. Before I could dodge, he’d patted my bare arm in apology. For once, the mishap hadn’t been my fault.

            I’d first tasted that disturbing fragment in my dream that week, the molasses-oat, and the jarring figure of the dead woman.

It was his fragment, this professor with the suede elbows. But it had to be a nightmare, right? Not a memory-flavored dream like Marlin and Taizo Kovach on prom night. I mean, PCC professors didn’t actually murder people.

            The professor stood up, gathering his things. He was handsome in an older-guy, tousled curls kind of way. I imagined rows of blonde undergrads staring up at him, drinking in his every word. The image was replaced by those same undergrads sprawled across a blood-streaked floor.

            Morbidness issues much lately?

To cover my confusion, I brought the latte to my lips.

Yuck. It was tepid, and the cup’s rim was so saturated with milk it threatened to break off in pieces on my tongue.

If there was any kind of fairness in the world, I could retreat back to the safe haven of my apartment, but I had a class. Time to find some of that strength Mom talked about when she gave me this sweatshirt, now streaked with latte.

            I navigated the towers of burlap-sacked beans without brushing against any waiting customers. Almost home free, I thought, just as I noticed the front glass windows reflecting a shadow right behind me. A strange tingly sensation, like I’d had with Mr. Sniffer-Stalker, swept me from shoulder blades to scalp. The professor, following me?

I stepped out the door. There had been ample time for the professor to leave already. Why would he be waiting around?

Not only was I morbid, but paranoid too. There should be a new entry on Wikipedia for me. “Morbanoid.”

            I turned a corner. The strange tinglies get stronger. Was someone actually behind me? I slowed down, slipping my sopping drink sleeve off so I could fumble it into the garbage can and allow whoever it was behind me to pass.

The person halted in front of the garbage can.

            “Don’t I know you from campus?” the professor said. I recoiled and stepped back, my messenger bag thumping me in the thigh. He turned up the wattage on his smile, extending his hand. “You were in Kaneko-sensei’s office, right?”

            He meant to be friendly, but the idea that this man remembered me, noticed me in a chance encounter gave me the willies. I left his hand hanging in midair. No way was I touching him.

            “Ah, yes, um…” I said, searching for some way to “I…uh…”

            “Ah, there you are!” said a voice behind me. I turned around to see Mr. Sniffer-Stalker giving me a dazzling grin. “Time to go.”

            He gave a little wave to the professor. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve come to whisk her away.” He cupped my clothed elbow with his palm and warmth spread from his touch up my arm to my rapidly beating heart.

            The professor frowned slightly. A whiff of cardamom. That pale, too-still body. Mr. Sniffer-Stalker was whacko, but he felt infinitely safer than the professor.

            “Yes, I have to go,” I mumbled. The professor tensed, as if to protest. Instead, he flashed me a polite smile, and gave Mr. Sniffer-Stalker a curiously formal nod before turning back to the parking lot.

            Panic receded. An escape…but from what? From an awkward conversation with Kaneko-sensei’s colleague? When fragments impacted the waking world this much, that’s when I knew I had to force myself into some kind of interaction other than Marlin or emailing Todd, my Java freelance job headhunter.

            Stick with reality. Ignore the fuzzy-edged stuff.

I shook my head, wishing I could cast all this off of me like Mom’s black lab, Sukey, shaking water after a dip in the Willamette. This wasn’t my normal morbanoid self. Other people’s fragments didn’t do this to me—it was something particular to the professor.

A hand squeezed my shoulder and pulled me back onto the sidewalk. I went with Mr. Sniffer-Stalker, trying not to slosh more latte foam.

His hand was on me. Bare skin touching bare skin where my sweatshirt gaped open.

Where was the panic? The instinctual recoil? Only Dad could touch me like this and not force feed me fragments. But Mr. Sniffer’s hand didn’t feel awkward. It felt heavy. Warm. No tingles. No scents. No fuzzy static swimming across my vision.

“Why did you do that?” I blurted.

He blinked at me. “You didn’t want to talk to that man.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes!” I jerked my arm away.

This guy was just so…coolly rumpled looking. Like Marlin’s lacrosse-playing boyfriends. Those dark-on-dark eyes pulling me in, making me feel guilty for being so abrupt.

Why should I feel guilty? He was the weird stalker, not me. But the truth was, I wasn’t afraid.


Thanks for the sneak peek, K.!  Don’t forget to write down the lucky number 13  for your chance to win ALL of Team Blue’s awesome New Adult books!

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Thanks for reading everything so far! I hope you liked reading about Koi meeting the trickster Ken above. I just came back from our yearly trip to Tokyo to visit hubby’s parents and brought back these super-cute sushi tabi socks and excellent Mintia Mints. I would love to give them away to one of our New Adult Scavenger Hunt participants. Check out the Rafflecopter Giveaway below, and it might be you!


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To continue on the hunt, check out Sarah Fischer’s site HERE! If you’re lost in the hunt and need to find a way out, click on the New Adult Scavenger Hunt banner at the top of the page, it will take you to the NewASH site.

Writers For Hope Auction

Once again, I am honored to be a part of this amazing charity auction. The RAINN organization is one that is near and dear to my heart. For the 2017 Writers for Hope Auction, I am offering the two items listed below. To bid on these items, just click on the links.

1. Autographed Bundle of all five of my novels.

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2. Query + First Chapter Critique

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New Adult Scavenger Hunt!!!

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Website-author-Julie-B-Campbell-and-Amanda-Giasson-photoThe Perspective book series was written by two authors: Amanda Giasson and Julie B. Campbell.

After having met by chance in the lineup at their university bookstore on their first day of classes, Amanda and Julie became fast friends. They credit their survival of many of their 3-hour long lectures to their ability to escape to the world of Qarradune.

The truth is that Megan and Irys were born of note-passing in the form of creative writing. While neither author condones this behavior in-class, as it likely does nothing for a student’s grades, it did happen to work out, in their case. It also helped to define the unique writing style shared by the authors in the creation of the story.

The two authors have been steadily working on the Perspective book series, ever since.

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There is more than one perspective to every story. On Qarradune, it takes two points of view to make sense of the world. What you know depends on whose story you are following.

Megan: My life went from ordinary to extraordinary in the blink of an eye. I didn’t know where I was or how I got there. I didn’t know if I would ever see my home or the people that I loved, again. All I did know was that I had to save her.

Irys: Beaten, unwashed, and starving, I was alone, imprisoned, and enslaved. I didn’t want to die, but I was ready. At least, I thought I was. A new friend entered my life and tipped the world over. My beautiful bubble had burst, but the reality that came next was astounding.


Love at First Plight is the debut novel of Amanda Giasson and Julie B. Campbell, and is also the first volume in the Perspective book series.

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Amanda and Julie are sharing an exclusive video for LOVE AT FIRST PLIGHT!



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To continue on the hunt, check out Stacey Kade’s site HERE!

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Marie’s Monday Minute

Marie's Monday Minute

It’s Another Manic Monday.

Take a bookish pause and unwind for a minute.

Hey, friends! Sit back, put your feet up, and take a few deep breaths. Mondays are rough. Thanks for spending a minute with me today!

My Favorite Quote of the Week:

“Griffin’s eyes traversed the plains of my marred skin like a roadmap. Each whitish slash across my chest represented a ruin—something that once had been beautiful, but crumbled to pieces in the wake of disaster. Though ruins, they still retained their majesty—a whisper of their foregone beauty still lingered within. My ruin of a body spoke of a time wrought with sadness, helplessness, and destruction, but I prayed Griffin would find some remnant of beauty.”

~Jillian,  Across the Distance by Marie Meyer

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My Jam of the Week:

“You Don’t Know My Heart” Rachel Platten

My Read of the Week:

Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard

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In the Works:

Putting the finishing touches on an outline about a spirited pharmacy student and a rising rock star. Oh, the chemistry between these two! Combustible! 🙂

My minute is up. Thanks for taking a break with me! See you back here next Monday!



Marie’s Monday Minute

Marie's Monday Minute

It’s Another Manic Monday.

Take a bookish pause and unwind for a minute.

Hey, friends! Sit back, put your feet up, and take a few deep breaths. Mondays are rough. Thanks for spending a minute with me today!

My Favorite Quote of the Week:

“Sometimes in life, we need a few bad days in order to keep the good ones in perspective.” ~Warren, Maybe Someday by Colleen Hoover

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My Jam of the Week:

“Maybe Someday” by Griffin Peterson

My Read of the Week:

Without Borders by Amanda Heger

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In the Works:

Just finished a chapter from my sexy cop’s POV. He’s fun to write! 😉

My minute is up. Thanks for taking a break with me! See you back here next Monday!


Marie’s Monday Minute

Marie's Monday Minute

It’s Another Manic Monday.

Take a bookish pause and unwind for a minute.

Hey, friends! Sit back, put your feet up, and take a few deep breaths. Mondays are rough. Thanks for spending a minute with me today!

My Favorite Quote of the Week:

“I wasted six years of my life with the wrong person. I’ll be damned if I spend the rest of my life without the right one.” ~Lucas, The Turning Point

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My Jam of the Week:

“Superman” by Rachel Platten

My Read of the Week:

Man of Honor by Diana Gardin*

*I’m lucky enough to get to ready this fab book well before it’s pub day, so there’s no cover…yet! But you can add it to your Goodreads TBR!

In the Works:

A sexy, brooding musician. Need I say more. 😉

My minute is up. Thanks for taking a break with me! See you back here next Monday!



The Turning Point Release Day Blitz


I am so excited to share my third novel with all of you, Sophia and Lucas were so much fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading their love story! 

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Add The Turning Point to your Goodreads TBR!

Purchase The Turning Point Today!

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The Turning Point Blurb:

It’s funny how a piece of paper can change your life-a diploma, a ticket . . . a plain, white envelope

For as long as I could remember, I was the girl with the plan. Good college, good medical school, good career. I would save lives instead of standing by helplessly, watching while they slipped away.

That was before my father called for the first time in fifteen years to tell me about the terminal illness stealing his life-an illness that might be stealing mine, too. It was before he gave me the name of a doctor and a plane ticket to Italy. Before I flew across an ocean. Before I realized how brilliantly bright life could be. Before I met Lucas.

He’s everything I’ve always wanted, and the timing couldn’t be worse. I can’t do this to him-he deserves so much better. My head tells me I can’t afford to fall in love with Lucas, but my heart won’t listen. Lucas is fearless about the future, while I’m not even sure I have one. There’s only one way to know what’s ahead and it’s waiting for me at home inside a plain, white envelope.

All I have to do, is open it . . .

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What’s a book birthday without presents?!


Congratulations to Marie Landry, winner of this prize pack! 

Autographed Copy of THE TURNING POINT


Italian Horn Keychain (just like Lucas’s in the book!)

2016 Italy Desk Calendar

Thanks for celebrating with me, loves! Enjoy THE TURNING POINT!


2015, A Year to Remember!

Let’s Take a Stroll Down Memory Lane!


Cheers to 2015! It’s been a great year!

A year of books!

Although I didn’t get to read as many books as I planned to, I can’t complain! 2015 was the year that a long sought after dream of mine was realized, I became a published author!

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But even more so than the books, stories, and characters I’ve had the privilege to share with the world, it’s the people I’ve gotten to know along the way.

Over the course of 2015, I’ve met so so many wonderful people!

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The writing community is so supportive and helpful and I couldn’t ask for a better group of friends! With 2015 being my debut year, I feel honored having learned from those that blazed a trail before me. And to the friends that I’ve shared a debut year with, my beloved NAC! You are my writing home…my writing family! Without all of you, I would have been a lonely fish out of water this year! Thanks to you, I will “Just keep swimming!”


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Even though this isn’t all of NAC, it’s the best I could do. One day, we will all be in the same place at the same time. The world better watch out!

And before I wrap up 2015, I want give my readers a giant THANK YOU! What is a writer if there is no one to read the stories? So, my dear readers, thank you for going on this journey with me. Thank you for choosing my stories to curl up with at night. Thank you for dedicating your precious time to spend with the characters I write. Thank you for giving me and my writing a chance! I am at a loss for words to express how grateful I am for your support! Thank you, from the bottom of my heart! ❤

I’ve got a lot more stories planned for 2016, so I hope you continue on this publishing journey with me. I want to share even more stories and more characters with each and every one of you!

Love and hugs!


My year in numbers:

Books read: 39

Books written: 2 (Can’t Go Back & The Turning Point)

New Books Outlined: 2 (Secret Projects)

Books I Hope to Write in 2016: 3 (I want to say 4, but I’m being a realist. I still have a day job!)

My top 10 Reads of 2015 (in no particular order):

  1. Outlander and Dragonfly in Amber by Diana Gabaldon- I’m counting these two titles as one just because! It’s not cheating since it’s my list, right? Right. 2015 was the year I discovered Jamie Fraser, and boy, it was a good year! 🙂 Nuff said!
  2. Missing Pieces by Meredith Tate- I devoured this title. Tate weaves a story like no one else! With a story that spans a large amount of time, I felt like Trace and Piren were my old friends by the end of the book. This book is a gem!
  3. Game of Love by Ara Grigorian- I read this title in one sitting. Couldn’t put it down. Andre and Gemma are a dynamic duo of a couple and I loved them! Gregorian is a masterful storyteller and I cannot wait for more books from him!
  4. The Rearranged Life by Annika Sharma- A love story that blurs the lines between matters of the heart and the cultural boundaries we’re born into. Ms. Sharma tells James and Nithya’s story with sensitivity and heart. Sometimes, falling in love isn’t easy.
  5. The List by Kate L. Mary- After a traumatic event, Annie’s family has  picked up the pieces. Or have they? With Annie’s freshman year of college, she able to spread her wings and learn to fly from under the overprotective arms of her father and brothers. Kate L. Mary writes a compelling character arc for Annie and I loved watching this endearing character grow.
  6. Run Away by Laura Salters- Holy twist, Batman! This book is a rollercoaster, travel adventure, murder mystery with a twist ending that I did not see coming! Throughout the whole book, I felt all the feels! Ms. Salters is so talented at drawing the reader into the story and not letting you go without taking you on a heart wrenching ride!
  7. Letting Go by Jessica Ruddick- A lovely, brilliantly told story of loss and finding a way to move on. Cori is a beautiful written character and loved her whole story. Luke is a patient and wonderful love interest and once again, I felt all the feels with this book!
  8. Delayed Penalty by Sophia Henry- Yes, this is a sports romance. No, it isn’t just about sports. It’s sooooooo much more. Auden is grieving the death of her parents and encounters a hot, cocky hockey player, Aleksander, who is also grieving the loss of his parents. Even though both characters are grieving differently, I loved how they were able to find comfort and a deep connection with each other. I can’t wait for more from Sophia Henry.
  9. Welcome to Forever by Annie Rains- The hero is a Marine. That’s right, a man in uniform. YES PLEASE! Micah is a loving dad, first and foremost, which makes him even more hot! I enjoyed the interactions between Kat and Micah and how Ms. Rains created such wonderful sexual tension between them. This was a fabulous debut for Annie Rains! I am a fan for life and will one-click anything that bears her name!
  10. Upside Down by Lia Riley- I didn’t actually read this story, but listened to the audiobook, but it still counts! The narrators of this captivating story are stupendous! I enjoyed Ms. Riley’s wit and narrative. Talia and Bran are gorgeously written characters and I loved spending my time with them. And might I add, having a sexy Australian whispering through my earbuds wasn’t so bad either!

So, there you have it, my top 10 reads of 2015! Here’s to a fabulous 2016 ahead! More amazing lives to lead…all you have to do is open a book!

Happy New Year and happy reading in 2016! ❤




by Annie Rains


I am so excited for this book!!! Seriously. I was honored to have read snippets way back in 2013, when Annie and I were on the same Pitch Wars team! Today, I get to dive in and read this fabulous, beautiful, long-awaited novel! I’m launching the confetti cannon and sending Annie lots of love as she celebrates her debut! Congrats, Annie! I’m so happy for you!!!

To celebrate Annie’s debut, I’m giving away three Team Pride ebook bundles! Each prize bundle will include my titles (Across the Distance & Can’t Go Back) and Annie’s debut, Welcome to Forever! To win three hot romances, click on the link below!

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If you love Kristan Higgins, Susan Mallery, or Jill Shalvis, you won’t want to miss the Hero’s Welcome military romance series! Welcome to Forever introduces a small coastal town where America’s best and brightest risk everything for love.
In Seaside, North Carolina, there are two kinds of people: Marines, and kids of Marines. Then there’s Kat Chandler. Recently hired as the principal of Seaside Elementary, Kat makes it her mission to turn the school into a place of peace and calm. That’s not going to be easy with hard-liner parents like Micah Peterson storming in, telling her how to do her job—and then kissing her with those gorgeous lips of his and turning her brain into mush.

As a Marine Sergeant and a single dad, Micah Peterson has just two priorities: doing his job better than anyone else, and getting the absolute best for his son, Ben. But when he meets Ben’s beautiful new principal, a different yearning shifts into focus. He wants her, sure, but he’s also moved by the connection Kat forges with her students. So after learning that she refuses to date Marines, Micah sets two more objectives: convincing Kat to give him a chance . . . and then holding on to her forever.


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About Annie Rains

AnnieRainsAnnie Rains is a contemporary romance author who writes small town love stories set in fictional towns on the coast of North Carolina. Raised in one of America’s largest military communities, Annie often features heroes who fight for their countries, while also fighting for a place to call home and a good woman to love. When Annie isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her husband and 3 children, or reading a book by one of her favorite authors. Represented by Sarah Younger at Nancy Yost Literary Agency (NYLA).

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