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Title: Forget Me Not
Author: Sarah Daltry
18+ New Adult romance
18+ New Adult romance
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Lily had a crush on her
brother's best friend, Derek for years - which led to their steamy night
ten months ago in her bedroom. Now, Lily is going off to college and
she and Derek are still going strong. However, when school starts, she
realizes it's hard to maintain a relationship while also trying to live
her own life. She and Derek find themselves falling apart and Lily has
no idea where to turn.
Enter Jack. Everything about him is wrong
for Lily and she knows it, but she can't stop herself from being
attracted to him. When things implode with Derek, it's Jack who is there
to pick up the pieces - and show Lily an entirely new set of
experiences she didn't know she was missing.
Of course, Jack has
his own problems and once Lily gets to know him better, she starts to
wonder if she can handle all of Jack. When Derek reappears on the scene,
Lily is forced to decide between two guys and herself. Can she find
herself without losing the people who matter in the process?
Note:
This is a work intended for readers 18+ as it features explicit sex
between people in college. See where it began in the short story, "Her Brother's Best Friend."
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“Is it bad? Is something wrong with Derek?” Abby knows better than anyone how much I
obsessed over him for years. She’s the one who bought me the vibrator last year for my
birthday that ended up being the catalyst for my entire relationship with him. Four years of
high school and three of them consisted of me whining about how badly I wanted to be with
him.
“No, he’s okay. But, well, I have only seen him once since school started. We don’t even
talk every night lately because our schedules are so different.”
“Are you having a lot of fun at school?”
“Not really,” I admit. “I’m just so sad about Derek. I feel like he doesn’t even care about me
anymore.”
“That’s weird. You guys were headed for marriage when we graduated. What happened?”
“I don’t know. When he came to visit, it was amazing, of course, but now we are both so
busy, and I don’t know.” I break down, crying for real for the first time since school started,
because I know she’s right. It is weird and something must be wrong. I just don’t know
what it is. It isn’t just Derek, either. School isn’t what I thought it would be. I feel like I am
alone most of the time, even with my small group of friends. Everyone has his or her own
schedule and it’s tough finding time outside of meals to talk. On the weekends, we usually
try to hang out, but someone is always missing for work, a home visit, or just because
something else came up.
“Maybe you need a break,” Abby suggests. “Not like a break up, but just time for you to get
settled. I mean, he’s been with you since last year and he also had time to settle in first. You
haven’t even found your own way around school. I know how you are. You probably just
pine over him and act antisocial, aren’t you?”
“I have friends,” I argue.
“You’re in college. What do you do every night?”
I’m about to argue again when I realize that what I do mostly is stay in and work on
homework, or go to the library to work on homework, or talk to Derek. Yes, I go to meals
and hang out with Kristen and the others, but I don’t take part in most of the events or
activities on campus. I can’t claim that the environmental club is a happening social life. I
honestly can’t say I know anyone outside of the group of people that Kristen hangs out with
– and Jack.
“You’re right,” I say. “I love him, Abby. But I don’t even know who I am.”
obsessed over him for years. She’s the one who bought me the vibrator last year for my
birthday that ended up being the catalyst for my entire relationship with him. Four years of
high school and three of them consisted of me whining about how badly I wanted to be with
him.
“No, he’s okay. But, well, I have only seen him once since school started. We don’t even
talk every night lately because our schedules are so different.”
“Are you having a lot of fun at school?”
“Not really,” I admit. “I’m just so sad about Derek. I feel like he doesn’t even care about me
anymore.”
“That’s weird. You guys were headed for marriage when we graduated. What happened?”
“I don’t know. When he came to visit, it was amazing, of course, but now we are both so
busy, and I don’t know.” I break down, crying for real for the first time since school started,
because I know she’s right. It is weird and something must be wrong. I just don’t know
what it is. It isn’t just Derek, either. School isn’t what I thought it would be. I feel like I am
alone most of the time, even with my small group of friends. Everyone has his or her own
schedule and it’s tough finding time outside of meals to talk. On the weekends, we usually
try to hang out, but someone is always missing for work, a home visit, or just because
something else came up.
“Maybe you need a break,” Abby suggests. “Not like a break up, but just time for you to get
settled. I mean, he’s been with you since last year and he also had time to settle in first. You
haven’t even found your own way around school. I know how you are. You probably just
pine over him and act antisocial, aren’t you?”
“I have friends,” I argue.
“You’re in college. What do you do every night?”
I’m about to argue again when I realize that what I do mostly is stay in and work on
homework, or go to the library to work on homework, or talk to Derek. Yes, I go to meals
and hang out with Kristen and the others, but I don’t take part in most of the events or
activities on campus. I can’t claim that the environmental club is a happening social life. I
honestly can’t say I know anyone outside of the group of people that Kristen hangs out with
– and Jack.
“You’re right,” I say. “I love him, Abby. But I don’t even know who I am.”
Book Info:
Title: Lily of the Valley (Flowering, #1.5)
Author: Sarah Daltry
18+ New Adult romance
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This isn’t a sweet and innocent coming of age story. If dirty talk, bedroom toys, and threesomes offend you… this is not your book. There are also no billionaires, strippers, or virgins. This is just the story of typical college kids trying to connect to each other.
“No one tells you about pain. They tell you that it hurts, that sometimes it’s consuming. What they don’t tell you is that it’s not the pain that can kill you. It’s the uncomfortable numbness that follows, the weakness in your body when you realize your lungs may stop taking in air and you just can’t exert enough energy to care. It’s the way taste and color and smell fade from the world and all you’re left with is a sepia print of misery. That’s when the shift starts – the movement from passive to active. I fall asleep, hoping that the morning will bring back the pain. At least the pain is a thing.”
You met them in Forget Me Not. Now, hear Jack’s story.
Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college as a way out. Desperate to escape the area where he grew up, the people who know his secrets, and his own family, he deals with his problems through alcohol and sex.
When he first sees Lily, she’s the epitome of everything he hates. Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything he knows and assumes about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend and lover, Jack has to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows will only end badly.
Can Lily be one of the few people who can see Jack for who he really is – or will his darkness be too much for her to handle?
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“Did you go see your Mom today?”
I nod. Before moving in, I made my regular visit to the cemetery. Nothing there
ever changes. It’s both a relief and a constant reminder. Even my grandmother
stopped going, but I can’t. I can’t just not go. Someday, I’ll be ready. Someday.
“You don’t have to say it,” I tell Sandee. “I know she’s not there.”
At one point, during my father’s trial, when I refused to take his side on the
stand, he nearly kicked me across the lawyer’s office. “Your mother was a
fucking junkie, and you meant shit to her. Driving up there every weekend,
leaving flowers on her grave? You’re wasting your time. She’s dead and good
riddance to her. There’s nothing in that grave because even if there is a soul,
that bitch didn’t have one.” The lawyers later came to work out guardianship
one afternoon when I was home and shook their heads when they saw me. Was it guilt? Irritation? Something else? I don’t know, but fuck them. That’s what I
know now.
“You do what to need to do, Jack. She’s there if you want her to be there.”
“You know, they spelled her fucking name wrong. Right there on the tombstone.
E-V-E-L-Y-N. It was Eveline, with an I-N-E. And no one even bothered to fix
it. I remember being led to a plastic folding chair out on the cemetery lawn,
the gaping hole my last physical memory of my mother, and looking up. That
fucking Y. By the time we noticed, it was done and they said it would cost us
several hundred dollars to change it. Like it was our fault.”
“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It doesn’t matter. They couldn’t really change it, even if they had put up a new
one. They did it and you can’t fix something that deeply ingrained, can you?
It’s been dug in too far. That Y is not going anywhere, no matter if I cry, punch
something, or just give up.”
“Things can always be fixed.” Sandee’s a regular source of inspiration, but her
optimism wears me down right now. I don’t get how some things can be fixed.
Whenever I think of my family, either then or now, all I feel is rage. Rage at
my mother for turning out like she did, rage at my father for what he did, rage
at the way the world shits on your dreams, and rage sometimes at myself. For
existing.
Book Info:
Title: Star of Bethlehem (Flowering holiday novella)
Author: Sarah Daltry
Publisher: SDE Press
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Jack isn’t a rock star. He’s not the leader of a MC. He isn’t a billionaire. Lily’s not the daughter of a mob boss, or a stripper, or a virgin with a BDSM fascination. They’re just regular college kids, who somehow found each other in the middle of all the crap and chaos of growing up.
“With you, Jack, it was the first time I ever felt real. It was the first time anyone looked at me and saw substance. It was the first time I wanted to make someone see me.”
Jack and Lily have navigated his past, her desire to move on from her family’s demands of her, his depression, and her loneliness. Now, on New Year’s Eve, they have an entire year laid out ahead of them. First, though, Jack needs to meet Lily’s family, to be welcomed into her life. It’s intimidating, but with a sweater that is way too hot and his grandmother’s ugly car, he arrives at Lily’s gleaming house on a hill, ready to open himself up completely to her.
Inside the perfect, sparkling house, Lily waits for the boy she has come to love. But Lily’s house and family are a lot like her – shiny and pretty on the outside, with a sad emptiness on the interior. Lily wants to give Jack the one thing he has always dreamed of – family and love – but can she keep him from seeing how hollow a lot of the picture perfect life he fantasizes about really is?
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I take his hand and pull him down beside me on my bed. I feel so complete in his arms, as if nothing
can go wrong when he holds me. It’s all the other stuff. The world, people, pressure. Maybe it’s a little
fear that things just ended with Derek. That one day, as quickly as I fell for Jack, I also fell out of love
with Derek. I don’t have enough experience to know if that’s normal. What if it happens again?
“What? Tell me,” Jack whispers.
“Have you ever felt like your entire life is some surrealist’s joke? That you think you’re in control of
it, while really, you’re probably just…”
“A melting clock?” he finishes and laughs. I look at him, disappointed that I can’t explain it, but also
relieved that he doesn’t care.
“All the fucking time,” he says. “I know you’re scared. I know I’m scared. But I seem to remember
you telling me that I should remember what matters. I made you a promise, princess. Yes, your house
intimidates me. Your life intimidates me. Hell, loving you intimidates me. But I’m in this. I’m here.
Present. Entirely. I’m looking only forward. And all I see is you.”“Take the damn book,” I tell him. “I just wanted to show you that I have faith in us. It was a
conscious decision to give you something that was a very special gift to me, to tell you that I trust you
with it, because I trust you to be there. Long term.”
He takes me in his arms and kisses me. I decide I won’t stop him if he goes further, but he doesn’t.
Our bodies crackle with the energy between us, but as much as the sex thrills me, Jack does so much more
for my mind than his body could even do. I can’t believe how alive I feel when he’s near me. Perhaps it’s
selfish. Perhaps it’s desperate. But I want him here in my life; I want him with me, because I love being
this aware.
I speak against his cheek, while his hands slowly explore my body. It’s sensual but not sexual. He’s
studying me like a work of art. “I don’t want to fall out of love with you. I thought Derek was all I ever
wanted. I don’t want to be in the same place with you a year from now.”
“You won’t be,” he tells me.
“How do you know?”
He kisses along my face, brushing his lips against my cheek, my forehead, my nose, but never
reaching my mouth. “I don’t know how. But I do.”
I love that he can put aside his doubts to ease my own. I know Jack’s had so much trouble in his life,
and the fact that he can comfort me, when my problems are so petty and stupid in the scheme of things, is
one more thing I love so much. “I know I’m shallow. But I don’t want to be, Jack.”
“You’re not shallow. You’re not empty. Anything you think of yourself – it’s crazy. If you want to
talk about surreal, it’s the fact that you think you’re less than something. Maybe you didn’t get shit on the
same way I did in high school, but clearly, people have underestimated you. They missed out on you. And
you have every right to be hurt. But, Lily? No one will ever hurt you again.”
I smile. “Thanks. I’m sorry I’m being so moody. It’s probably hormones or something. I think I’m
just frustrated.”
“Yeah?” He laughs. “Well… I mean… I can help you relieve some of that.”
He’s on top of me and I don’t care that it wasn’t exactly what I meant. I don’t care that someone
could walk in. Someone probably will walk in, since eventually they’ll come looking, but I don’t care at
all. I want to belong to Jack, and I don’t know any other way to do so.
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Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She's written works in various genres - romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn't as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she's been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships - romantic, familial, friendly - because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn't matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future - human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah's stories.Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.When Sarah isn't writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.
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reason is that it is about love, sexuality, and growing up – sort of blossoming into the person you
will be. Forget Me Not also addresses the idea of leaving your life behind and moving on. And
Lily is the main female character, so hence Lily of the Valley.
not to be what we want. In addition, the people we think we understand may surprise us. We
can’t assume anything about love or each other. They are too complex.
The Catcher in the Rye, because it was the first time I understood that other people felt like me
and it also said it was okay to be different. And The Sun Also Rises, because there can be beauty
in suffering.
• If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
Hemingway. I know he’s dead, but he knew how to write true.
• What are your current projects?
I am writing Scandal, a contemporary romance about a teacher and an actor who find each
other after they are both ruined by rumors, and I am waiting to release Bitter Fruits, a New
Adult paranormal/urban fantasy romance in December through the publisher. I am also working
on Immortal Star, the second book in that series.
• What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Jack’s experiences and emotions are really closely tied to my own and it was hard to write some
of his scenes.
Title: Lily of the Valley (Flowering, #1.5)
Author: Sarah Daltry
18+ New Adult romance
Buy Links:
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Paperback
This isn’t a sweet and innocent coming of age story. If dirty talk, bedroom toys, and threesomes offend you… this is not your book. There are also no billionaires, strippers, or virgins. This is just the story of typical college kids trying to connect to each other.
“No one tells you about pain. They tell you that it hurts, that sometimes it’s consuming. What they don’t tell you is that it’s not the pain that can kill you. It’s the uncomfortable numbness that follows, the weakness in your body when you realize your lungs may stop taking in air and you just can’t exert enough energy to care. It’s the way taste and color and smell fade from the world and all you’re left with is a sepia print of misery. That’s when the shift starts – the movement from passive to active. I fall asleep, hoping that the morning will bring back the pain. At least the pain is a thing.”
You met them in Forget Me Not. Now, hear Jack’s story.
Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college as a way out. Desperate to escape the area where he grew up, the people who know his secrets, and his own family, he deals with his problems through alcohol and sex.
When he first sees Lily, she’s the epitome of everything he hates. Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything he knows and assumes about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend and lover, Jack has to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows will only end badly.
Can Lily be one of the few people who can see Jack for who he really is – or will his darkness be too much for her to handle?
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“Did you go see your Mom today?”
I nod. Before moving in, I made my regular visit to the cemetery. Nothing there
ever changes. It’s both a relief and a constant reminder. Even my grandmother
stopped going, but I can’t. I can’t just not go. Someday, I’ll be ready. Someday.
“You don’t have to say it,” I tell Sandee. “I know she’s not there.”
At one point, during my father’s trial, when I refused to take his side on the
stand, he nearly kicked me across the lawyer’s office. “Your mother was a
fucking junkie, and you meant shit to her. Driving up there every weekend,
leaving flowers on her grave? You’re wasting your time. She’s dead and good
riddance to her. There’s nothing in that grave because even if there is a soul,
that bitch didn’t have one.” The lawyers later came to work out guardianship
one afternoon when I was home and shook their heads when they saw me. Was it guilt? Irritation? Something else? I don’t know, but fuck them. That’s what I
know now.
“You do what to need to do, Jack. She’s there if you want her to be there.”
“You know, they spelled her fucking name wrong. Right there on the tombstone.
E-V-E-L-Y-N. It was Eveline, with an I-N-E. And no one even bothered to fix
it. I remember being led to a plastic folding chair out on the cemetery lawn,
the gaping hole my last physical memory of my mother, and looking up. That
fucking Y. By the time we noticed, it was done and they said it would cost us
several hundred dollars to change it. Like it was our fault.”
“Shit. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It doesn’t matter. They couldn’t really change it, even if they had put up a new
one. They did it and you can’t fix something that deeply ingrained, can you?
It’s been dug in too far. That Y is not going anywhere, no matter if I cry, punch
something, or just give up.”
“Things can always be fixed.” Sandee’s a regular source of inspiration, but her
optimism wears me down right now. I don’t get how some things can be fixed.
Whenever I think of my family, either then or now, all I feel is rage. Rage at
my mother for turning out like she did, rage at my father for what he did, rage
at the way the world shits on your dreams, and rage sometimes at myself. For
existing.
Book Info:
Title: Star of Bethlehem (Flowering holiday novella)
Author: Sarah Daltry
Publisher: SDE Press
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Jack isn’t a rock star. He’s not the leader of a MC. He isn’t a billionaire. Lily’s not the daughter of a mob boss, or a stripper, or a virgin with a BDSM fascination. They’re just regular college kids, who somehow found each other in the middle of all the crap and chaos of growing up.
“With you, Jack, it was the first time I ever felt real. It was the first time anyone looked at me and saw substance. It was the first time I wanted to make someone see me.”
Jack and Lily have navigated his past, her desire to move on from her family’s demands of her, his depression, and her loneliness. Now, on New Year’s Eve, they have an entire year laid out ahead of them. First, though, Jack needs to meet Lily’s family, to be welcomed into her life. It’s intimidating, but with a sweater that is way too hot and his grandmother’s ugly car, he arrives at Lily’s gleaming house on a hill, ready to open himself up completely to her.
Inside the perfect, sparkling house, Lily waits for the boy she has come to love. But Lily’s house and family are a lot like her – shiny and pretty on the outside, with a sad emptiness on the interior. Lily wants to give Jack the one thing he has always dreamed of – family and love – but can she keep him from seeing how hollow a lot of the picture perfect life he fantasizes about really is?
This is a novella length work that follows Forget Me Not and Lily of the Valley.
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I take his hand and pull him down beside me on my bed. I feel so complete in his arms, as if nothing
can go wrong when he holds me. It’s all the other stuff. The world, people, pressure. Maybe it’s a little
fear that things just ended with Derek. That one day, as quickly as I fell for Jack, I also fell out of love
with Derek. I don’t have enough experience to know if that’s normal. What if it happens again?
“What? Tell me,” Jack whispers.
“Have you ever felt like your entire life is some surrealist’s joke? That you think you’re in control of
it, while really, you’re probably just…”
“A melting clock?” he finishes and laughs. I look at him, disappointed that I can’t explain it, but also
relieved that he doesn’t care.
“All the fucking time,” he says. “I know you’re scared. I know I’m scared. But I seem to remember
you telling me that I should remember what matters. I made you a promise, princess. Yes, your house
intimidates me. Your life intimidates me. Hell, loving you intimidates me. But I’m in this. I’m here.
Present. Entirely. I’m looking only forward. And all I see is you.”“Take the damn book,” I tell him. “I just wanted to show you that I have faith in us. It was a
conscious decision to give you something that was a very special gift to me, to tell you that I trust you
with it, because I trust you to be there. Long term.”
He takes me in his arms and kisses me. I decide I won’t stop him if he goes further, but he doesn’t.
Our bodies crackle with the energy between us, but as much as the sex thrills me, Jack does so much more
for my mind than his body could even do. I can’t believe how alive I feel when he’s near me. Perhaps it’s
selfish. Perhaps it’s desperate. But I want him here in my life; I want him with me, because I love being
this aware.
I speak against his cheek, while his hands slowly explore my body. It’s sensual but not sexual. He’s
studying me like a work of art. “I don’t want to fall out of love with you. I thought Derek was all I ever
wanted. I don’t want to be in the same place with you a year from now.”
“You won’t be,” he tells me.
“How do you know?”
He kisses along my face, brushing his lips against my cheek, my forehead, my nose, but never
reaching my mouth. “I don’t know how. But I do.”
I love that he can put aside his doubts to ease my own. I know Jack’s had so much trouble in his life,
and the fact that he can comfort me, when my problems are so petty and stupid in the scheme of things, is
one more thing I love so much. “I know I’m shallow. But I don’t want to be, Jack.”
“You’re not shallow. You’re not empty. Anything you think of yourself – it’s crazy. If you want to
talk about surreal, it’s the fact that you think you’re less than something. Maybe you didn’t get shit on the
same way I did in high school, but clearly, people have underestimated you. They missed out on you. And
you have every right to be hurt. But, Lily? No one will ever hurt you again.”
I smile. “Thanks. I’m sorry I’m being so moody. It’s probably hormones or something. I think I’m
just frustrated.”
“Yeah?” He laughs. “Well… I mean… I can help you relieve some of that.”
He’s on top of me and I don’t care that it wasn’t exactly what I meant. I don’t care that someone
could walk in. Someone probably will walk in, since eventually they’ll come looking, but I don’t care at
all. I want to belong to Jack, and I don’t know any other way to do so.
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About The Author:
Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She's written works in various genres - romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn't as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she's been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships - romantic, familial, friendly - because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn't matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future - human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah's stories.Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.When Sarah isn't writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.
Author Social Media Links:
Website: http://sarahdaltry.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SarahDaltryErotica
Flowering Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/FloweringbySarahDaltry
Eden’s Fall Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/BitterFruits
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SarahDaltry
Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/sarahdaltry/boards/
Tumblr: http://www.tumblr.com/blog/sarahdaltry
AUTHOR INTERVIEW:
• How did you come up with the title?
Forget Me Not and Lily of the Valley are both flowers, and the series is called Flowering. The
reason is that it is about love, sexuality, and growing up – sort of blossoming into the person you
will be. Forget Me Not also addresses the idea of leaving your life behind and moving on. And
Lily is the main female character, so hence Lily of the Valley.
• Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
People are complicated, as are relationships. The things we think we want sometimes turn out
not to be what we want. In addition, the people we think we understand may surprise us. We
can’t assume anything about love or each other. They are too complex.
• What books have most influenced your life most?
The Catcher in the Rye, because it was the first time I understood that other people felt like me
and it also said it was okay to be different. And The Sun Also Rises, because there can be beauty
in suffering.
• If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
Hemingway. I know he’s dead, but he knew how to write true.
• What are your current projects?
I am writing Scandal, a contemporary romance about a teacher and an actor who find each
other after they are both ruined by rumors, and I am waiting to release Bitter Fruits, a New
Adult paranormal/urban fantasy romance in December through the publisher. I am also working
on Immortal Star, the second book in that series.
• What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Jack’s experiences and emotions are really closely tied to my own and it was hard to write some
of his scenes.
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