Do I still have any hair left?

After a million grueling hours of formatting paperbacks for the first time(I'm surprised I'm not bald after pulling all of my hair out), you will all be happy to know KALEIDOSCOPE will be available in PAPERBACK within the next month or so! YAY!

I've heard there are different stages of feeling like you're a legit author. The first is when you finish your manuscript,though I still just felt like an aspiring writer, I finished a BOOK. I was an author. The second is the moment when it's published for people to actually read. People have my book on their eReaders. They are rating and review it. BUT actually seeing your book in paper form...THAT'S when it's going to feel real. That's when I think I will finally feel legit. I'm SO excited!

As soon as I know more I'll keep you posted!


Kaleidoscope Blog Tour

Next week Kaleidoscope is going on TOUR! It'll include reviews, interviews, guest posts, dream casts and so on and so forth. You won't want to miss it! And a little hint...the tour couldn't have been timed better! I won't say exactly when, but those of you that have been waiting for Ember(the sequel to Kaleidoscope)...let's just say this tour is sort of its kick off!

I wanted to share the schedule with you beforehand so you could check out these awesome blogs along the way!

August 5:

Beauty Brains & Books

August 6:

August 7:

August 8:

August 9:

A big THANK YOU to Shane at Itching For Books for making it happen!

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Like Yogging.

(Anchorman anyone?)

I started a vlog. We'll see how it goes. I don't know how people talk at a computer screen on a regular basis. I felt extremely awkward. So please feel free to laugh. I won't be offended.
Here's the first one!

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A little somethin' somethin'

All right! I'm ending the poll early. Kai had the lead the entire time and I don't think the poll was accurately keeping count. It kept fluctuating(adding votes then taking them away...whatever. soooo...). PLUS I've already finished his perspective. So do you want it?

Of course you do! It's Kai! Right?

If you haven't finished/read Kaleidoscope yet I suggest holding off on reading this scene unless you like SPOILERS.

Carry on at your own risk...


The smell hit me like a pack of freshly dead radiks. The scent of blood was overpowering. I knew Declan smelled it too when his head twisted sharply to the side and he breathed in.
“Liam…Owen,” I exhaled, my mind immediately shifting into protector mode.
Declan began spewing instructions to Calliope and all I could think was that I needed to get her out of here. If it were the last thing I ever did I would keep her away from Favner and his men. She argued with Declan and I nearly picked her up myself, hauling her over my shoulder and away.
“Go!” he urged her.
She finally bent her knees and shot up into the trees. Declan and I shared one look and he nodded for me to follow her. I wouldn’t have let him deter me either way, but at least we were on the same page.
When I landed on the limb next to her, her eyes were full of alarm as she tried to steady herself. I didn’t think, I just reached out and grabbed her hand. I couldn’t trust her to not fall behind if I couldn’t keep her close. I gestured in the direction we were headed before I darted off the branch. It didn’t matter where we went as long as it was far from Liam and Owen. Declan would hold them off. I trusted him to do that much. I would keep her safe until then.
Their scent lingered as we soared through the trees. I tried to serpentine to cut them off our trail, but no matter how far I tried to get they seemed to follow. So I picked up my speed until I knew they were far enough off our path that I could stop. I reluctantly let go of her hand to pace the limb and think.
How could Declan and I let this happen? They shouldn’t be able to find us so easily. This was the second time in less than a week. It was unacceptable.
Calliope’s soft voice interrupted my thoughts. “What was that all about?”
I exhaled, trying to control my anger. “Favner’s Keepers. Liam and Owen.”
“The ones that came close to us before?” I nodded because it was taking everything I had not to yell at her to stay quiet. “How do you know it was them?”
I clenched my teeth together. I knew it wasn’t her fault that I couldn’t control my temper, but if Liam and Owen were to get ahold of her I knew I couldn’t live with myself. “They have a certain…stench.”
“What? Why?” Her curiosity never ceased. But I didn’t want to indulge in her faery lessons today. I needed to be prepared. My eyes skimmed the woodlands for even the slightest sign of them.
“Their preference for raw meat,” I said quietly.
I saw her cringe from the corner of my eye. “And you smelled that?” Her voice was so scared. I hated that we hadn’t been more cautious. We never should have let her back in the forest after the first time we knew they were near, that there was even the slightest possibility that they would come back.
“As Keepers our senses have to be heightened.” The wind blew and their scent was back full force. They were too close. She was distracting me. I heard leaves crunch. They weren’t just too close they were nearly below us. A branch snapped and I grabbed Calliope against my chest and pulled us to the trunk with my hand over her mouth. We couldn’t chance her making even the tiniest sound.
Owen’s voice drifted from below us. “Someone’s been in these parts of the forest. I knew I sensed it before. It’s stronger than last time.”
If I couldn’t keep Calliope safe I’d never be able to live with myself. Declan would never forgive me.
They let their eyes drift around the forest. If they even looked a few feet further they would see us. I needed to be prepared to take them out. I’d be better off if Declan were with me, but I could do it alone if I had to. Where was Declan? How had he not led them in another direction?
“Favner won’t be pleased when he finds out. Who do you think is foolish enough to try and escape?” I nearly scoffed. I was notfoolish. They were the idiots who actually thought following Favner was a good idea.
“I don’t know, Owen,” Liam muttered. “But we will find out. They won’t get past us for long.”
I felt Calliope’s rapid heartbeat. I felt her shaky breath. I would never let anything hurt her. I tightened my grip on her body. It felt better to hold her a little more firmly.
“They must have gone further east.” Liam was finally satisfied that we weren’t near, but Owen kept roaming the surrounding area. “Come, Owen,” Liam commanded.
I wanted to beat both of their heads in. Owen finally agreed to leave, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I kept Calliope encompassed in my arms. It made the most sense to stay close to her.
“They’re gone,” I whispered near her ear. A breeze moved through, making her floral scent even more prominent. I inhaled and hoped she didn’t notice. I lift my hand from her mouth and brushed my fingers down her soft skin. It was a stupid move. I shouldn’t have done it, but then her head rested against my chest as she breathed a sigh and I knew I never wanted to move from this spot.
My fingers itched at her wrist. I wanted to take her hand in mine again, just to feel her securely there, but it would only make everything worse. Wouldn’t it? “Are you okay?”
I felt her inhale before she said, “I think so.”
“Calliope—” I began.
The bough trembled beneath us and I realized I had completely lost my awareness of our surroundings.



I'm going to be MIA for the next week. It's both freeing and anxiety inducing. I will not have access to technology for over a week! AH! But it's good news for everyone else because while I'm soaking up the rays in Belize, Mexico and Isla Raton KALEIDOSCOPE will be on on SALE for $.99. YUP! So if you haven't bought Kaleidoscope yet, NOW is the time! It's cheap enough that you could delete your copy and buy it again! It's cheaper than a Big Mac or a large DP though I realize it's not as tasty. Spread the word! KALEIDOSCOPE IS ON SALE! Take advantage of it while it lasts because it won't last forever!


Psst! Hey! Yeah you!

Look to your right in the sidebar!

Scroll down a little bit.

A little bit more.

You'll get there.

Do you see it?

The poll. Obviously.

Whoever wins the poll gets a scene written in their perspective. So who will it be? You curious about what was going through Kai's head when he officially met Calliope or when they were trying to escape Liam and Owen? Maybe you want to know what Declan was thinking when he decided to venture into Calliope's house and walked in on Cameron and Calliope. Or maybe you want to know what was crossing Cameron's mind when he first met Kai. I can help you with this. Just vote in the poll for your favorite and I'll pick a scene to write from their perspective! I'm giving you a month. That should give you plenty of time to pick sides here.

It'll be epic. You'll see.

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Oh, hey! Guess What?

Kaleidoscope is officially AVAILABLE!

BUY it here on AMAZON

BUY it here on BARNES & NOBLE

For those of you that do not have a Nook or a Kindle and would still like to read Kaleidoscope--Barnes & Noble and Amazon both provide a free app that you can download for your PC, Mac, iPad, iPhone, Google Tablet, etc...etc...

I hope to have it available on Smashwords and the iBookstore SOON!

So share it with your best friend, your mom, your sister, your next door neighbor's cousin. If you think they'd like Kaleidoscope...spread the LOVE my friends! Spread the LOVE!

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My birthday present to YOU

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You're welcome.

7 days...

(I can't say that without thinking of The Ring...7 days....)

Chapter One

            The thumping in my chest woke me bright and early, pulsing so strongly it pounded in my ears.  It branched out, streaming down my arms and legs, beating steadily through every vein and artery in my body.
Who needs an alarm clock when yours is internal?  But it wasn’t just some internal alarm clock.  It was a sensation I knew couldn’t be normal; shouldn’t be normal.  Yet it was a part of me.  Something I expected every day.  It was followed by this strange impulse to get out of my house and be outside.  Once I felt the breeze lick through my hair and my lungs filled with the fresh scent of nature, the pulsing would subside, but I still wouldn’t be sure what I was supposed to do.  The cool blaze in my veins would diminish and I would be at peace. 
            I dragged myself out of bed and looked at my alarm clock on the nightstand.  Six o’clock.  I didn’t have to be up for school for another thirty minutes, but it was pointless to go back to sleep.  Not that the pulsing would let me anyway.
            Growing up I hadn’t realized the pulsing wasn’t normal until one day when I mentioned it to Cameron.  We were eleven years old at the time and had been playing cards at my kitchen table when the subtle pulsing started in my veins.  I looked over at him and told him I needed to go outside for a minute. 
He gave me a strange look as I excused myself.  When I came back inside he asked, “What was that about?” 
“The pulsing was getting annoying.  I needed some air.”  I shrugged.
His eyebrows scrunched together and he told me I was crazy.  After that I never mentioned it to anyone.  My parents had never questioned it before so I assumed it was normal. 
I know differently now. 
It seemed to only get stronger as I grew older.  What started out as a subtle itch now felt like another vital organ—only stronger because it made its presence known in the center of my chest every minute of every hour of every day.
            I hopped in the shower, letting the cool water wash away the urge and clear the fog in my brain.  It didn’t work, but it was worth a shot.  When I got back to my room I aimed for the next best thing—the window that overlooked our backyard into a deep forest of Walhalla. 
Once I shoved it open and took a deep breath, the thumping began to withdraw, beginning with my fingers and toes, then slowly traveling to the source in my chest.  It took a few moments, but finally the pulsing was satisfied. 
For the time being.

            White light shimmered around his face and a chorus of angelic voices burst out in a sweet melody when he turned in his chair to face me. 
Technically, that didn’t happen, but it might as well have.  That’s how my mind saw it.
It was that day in my third period science class that I knew I found true love. 
A week into our sixth grade year Cameron asked me to be his partner for a science project and I knew there was no turning back.  We were going to live happily ever after.  Most don’t believe you even know what love is at the ripe old age of eleven or that you can even find your true love at that age, but they’re wrong.  I was living, breathing proof of you could.
Almost seven years later, we stood by our neighboring lockers on the first day of our senior year and I watched him tuck a piece of Isla’s golden hair behind her ear and stare lovingly into her annoyingly sparkly blue eyes.  His smile spread widely on his face as she whispered something in his ear.  Obviously it was something hilarious because he started to laugh that heartwarming, stomach tingling, contagious laugh—a laugh that whether the joke was funny or not, you laughed because it felt good to laugh with him.  You wanted to hear him laugh more.
Isla was different from the others.  She was real.  No fake tans or pounds of make-up.  She didn’t gossip or flaunt her perfect cheer body.  She didn’t make you want to poke out your eyes with her abbreviation of every other word.  You know my BFF, Tiff, totally needs a BF for real.
Cameron had gone through many, many…many girls, but none of them were like Isla.  It didn't take much to see the difference.  I saw it in the way he smiled.  I’d been friends with him long enough to know I’d never seen that smile before.  And it scared me.  I had been waiting patiently for that smile.  I knew it was in there somewhere being reserved for that special someone and had waited years for it to be directed at me. 
“Callie.” Cameron waved his hand in front of my face. 
Oh, great.  How long had he been doing that?
“Cal,” he said a little bit louder, looking at me like I was an idiot.
I could still see little Cameron in his face.  It was all in the eyes.  They never changed, still the penetrating sapphire I fell into that first day.  Though his baby fat cheeks had thinned out into a chiseled jaw and his light blonde hair was a little darker and a little shaggier, he was still the Cameron I fell for on day one.
“What?” I responded irritably pretending I had heard him say my name over and over again and was agitated to be interrupted from whatever I was doing.  What had I been doing?  Staring?  I so was.  I cringed inwardly and gave myself a mental scolding for zoning out.
“Isla and I are heading to class.  We’ll see you at lunch.” 
“Yeah.  Whatever.  Cool.”  I attempted to feign indifference.
He nodded, his hair flickering across his forehead and tossed a wave before wrapping his arm snugly around Isla, escorting her down the hall.  She giggled, her head leaning into him as he nuzzled his face into her neck, whispering sweet nothings.  Well, they were probably sweet nothings. 
My heart sank a little.
Isla looked over her shoulder and smiled genuinely at me, delicately waving.  “See you later, Calliope.” 
I despised the fact that I couldn’t even hate her.  She was too gracious.  Nothing like Myra or Dana or Blair or any other skank Cam had been with—girls that made themselves easy to hate.
“Bye, Isla,” I said as politely as I could manage. 
I couldn’t even bring myself to be semi-snarky with her.  She didn’t deserve it.  It unnerved me.  She was hard to hate even if she was with the boy I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.  It made me want to gag.  I had to believe that I would get my turn.  I convinced myself there was still time.
My classes dragged on, as one would expect on a first day, teachers droning over the syllabus and about what was expected throughout the year.  The expectations were tripled as a senior since there were no second chances if you wanted to get into a great college and graduate with the rest of your classmates.  I wasn’t really worried about that.  I’d get into some college close by.  Some place I could keep an eye on Cam.
I felt protective of him.  Not as a form of jealousy—though I knew it was a tiny part—but because aside from his dad, I was the only constant in his life.  And I planned to stay that way.  He needed me just as much as I needed him, even if he didn’t see it the way I did; even if I were more of a best friend/sister in his eyes than someone he could spend the rest of his life with.

My eyes were initially blinded when I walked outside for lunch.  I blinked away the brightness, waiting for my eyes to adjust.  I breathed in the sunlight, the warmth soaking into my body, nourishing my skin with its touch. 
“Hey, Callie,” Lia greeted, falling into step beside me. 
            “Lia,” I said.  “Hey.” 
            “We own this school this year.  Doesn’t it feel great?  We are no longer the underclassmen.  We’re finally on top.  This is our year.  Our lastyear.” 
            “Yeah.  Feels good, huh?” I said with half of the amount of excitement she oozed with. 
            Lia sighed happily.  So good.”  She linked her arm through mine.  “How’s your first day so far?” 
            “Overwhelming.  But I only have one more period and then I’m done for the day.” 
            “Jealous!  I should have taken extra classes with you last year.” 
            “As if you could have added that to your pile of AP classes and extra college credit classes.”  She shrugged.  “I’m really glad I did though.  It’ll help this year fly by.” 
I caught sight of Cameron and Isla sitting under a shady oak tree, playfully shoving each other and laughing.  I wanted to throw up.  That should be me—but less nauseating.
            “I can’t believe I dated him,” Lia muttered.
            It was my fault that they met in the first place.  Lia was new our freshman year and I figured I should be polite and introduce her to some people to make her feel welcome.  Cam, of course, jumped right on that bandwagon.  Her long dark red hair and big beautiful hazel eyes had him at “hello.”  Half of the school fawned over her and what I loved most about Lia was that the attention didn’t faze her.  She focused on getting into Harvard or Princeton or one of those Ivy League schools that I could only dream of.  Then she was bound for medical school to become some world-renowned surgeon that cured cancer or AIDS or some terminal illness.
            “To be honest I can’t believe you did either,” I chuckled.
            “A definite lapse in my judgment, but he looks so happy now.”  She followed my gaze.  “You doing okay with them?” 
            “All right.”  Lia knew not to pry.  We were close enough that I never had to tell her about my feelings for Cameron.  She figured it out on her own.  It was also one of the reasons she had ended it with him, though it definitely wasn’t the only one.  And boy, did that throw Cam for a loop.  He got dumped?  That never happened.  But he was over it within a week when Blair Vander pounced on him at Jake Winter’s birthday bash the following weekend.
“He could do worse,” she encouraged.
            All I could do was nod.  He had done worse.  I should be happy for him, but I had never come second to a girlfriend before. 
            “Shall we sit or…?” 
            I cleared my throat.  “Yeah.  Let’s go.”  I thought about sitting with the lovebirds, but I already needed a break.  We headed to our own shady spot on the opposite side of the lawn, out of sight from Cameron and Isla.
The bell to my last period class rang and I heaved a sigh of relief.  One day down, only one hundred and seventy-nine days to go.  Putting it into a number like that only made it sound worse.
“Hey, Callie, you headed home?” 
I looked up to see Cameron without his second half.  “Yeah.” 
He draped his arm casually over my shoulder and leaned his head down to mine, smelling like his familiar fresh, soapy self.  “Can you do me a hugefavor?” 
“That depends.” 
Cameron had to know he had me wrapped around his finger.  I had tried my best to conceal my feelings, but I wasn’t sure how well that act worked.  We were two sides of the same coin.  We could practically finish one another’s sentences.  He had to know, didn’t he?
He rushed on.  “Isla has to stay after school for some mandatory cheer meeting or something and we drove to school together this morning because my jeep’s at my dad’s shop.  So…”
“You’re a little bit stranded.”  I looked up at him, arrested by his blue eyes.  I looked away to break the connection before it was too late and I showed him a glimpse of me. 
I could hear the partial smile in his voice.  “A little bit.” 
“What about your dad?”  It was a long shot and I knew it.
“He can’t leave the shop, you know that.  His mechanics are lost without him.” 
Cameron’s dad’s auto repair shop had become his life when Cameron’s mom left.  His dad ate, breathed, slept and drank cars.  Where did that leave Cameron?  It left him with me. 
Until Isla.
I let out a deep breath.  “You want me to go home and then come back and pick you up just to drive all the way back home,” I said dryly.
“C’mon, Cal, please?  Pretty please?” 
Cameron only lived a couple streets over from my house.  I knew I wasn’t going to say no.  He knew I wasn’t going to say no, but it was pleasurable to see him beg anyway. 
“Thanks!”  He planted a quick peck on my cheek.  “You’re the best.” 
“Tell me something I don’t know.” 
He laughed.  “I’ll see you in a couple hours.” 
I waved him away as I headed for the front of the school and to my car.
Throughout our high school years everyone had tried to tell us a boy and a girl couldn’t be best friends without some friction between them.  “There’s always some sort of sexual tension from one or both sides,” they’d say.  I’d casually brushed them off because I knew perfectly well they were right, but Cameron would laugh and wrap his arm playfully around me, hugging me so close to him I felt like I could melt into him and say, “Callie and I have done it so far.  Haven’t we, Cal?” crushing my heart more and more every time.
I’d nod and wryly say, “Who’d want to date this guy?” while inside I would be screaming, “Me!  Pick me!”
So desperately stupid, but such is my life.

            Before I went back to get Cameron I figured I would get a head start on some homework.  You would think teachers would at least give you a day to get back into the swing of things, but apparently there was no time to waste in order to get everything accomplished by graduation.  I had the first act of Macbeth to read through; an essay for home economics on what I thought it meant to be a parent; the first chapter of physics to get acquainted with; and my first worksheet of Calculus to work through without any instruction.  My calculus teacher wanted to get a feel for what we already knew.  As if I would be taking calculus if I already knew the subject. 
            I spread out a blanket on the grass in the backyard near our gnarly old oak tree to appreciate what sun I had left before evening came.  The tree swing hanging from the oak swayed slightly in the light breeze. 
Sometimes by going outside before the pulsing started I could beat it and lessen the urge.  There were few places that made me feel as relaxed as when I was near our trees.  It could have been the peaceful sound of the chirping birds or the fluttering leaves, but I could never place it.  It was like the warm river flowing through my veins craved to be among nature.  I knew it sounded weird, but I wasn’t sure how else to explain it.
I nibbled on an apple slice and flipped through my physics book, scanning the pages on matter.  There was a rustling in the woods, which normally wouldn’t startle me, but the breeze had stopped and it only came from the left side of the trees.  My gaze lifted to the forest lining the back of our property.  Our yard backed right up to preserved woodlands.  They stood silently now, undisturbed. 
I flicked the light of my cell phone on to check the time.  There was still an hour before I needed to leave to pick up Cameron.  I bowed my head down again, finding where I left off, trying to become enthralled with atoms and molecules and yada yada yada.
It wasn’t more than a minute when I heard the snap of a twig.  This time I sat up and scanned the grove of trees from one end to the other.  Animals heavy enough to snap a twig never came this close to civilization.  But everything was eerily quiet again.  No motion of the greenery or movement between them. 
Crack.  The branch of a tree creaked.  My eyes darted to the sound on the opposite side of the forest from where I heard the twig snap and yet all I saw were the soaring trees and thick shrubbery.
“Hello?” I asked uncertainly.  I sounded ridiculous, calling out into the forest at nothing.  But I felt something there.  Tentative footsteps sounded, growing fainter and fainter.  But I couldn’t see a thing.  I stood up to get a better view.  “Hello?” I asked with a little more confidence.  There had to be someone there.  And most likely I didn’t want to wait to find out who, but curiosity is like a plague, completely unavoidable.
“Calliope?” I gasped and spun to see my dad’s curious gaze from the back deck.  “What are you doing, sweetheart?” 
I fussed with my hair nonchalantly.  “Nothing.  Just working on some homework.” 
He looked at me skeptically, as if he didn’t believe me.  “Did you hear something out there?” 
“It was probably just some squirrels.”  Giant squirrels.
“Come on inside.  I really need to build a fence along those trees.  I don’t like you being out here like a sitting duck.  You never know what’s lurking in those woods.” 
I stood up and snagged my books and the quilt from the grass, tucking them under my arms, cell phone in hand.
“Let me help you,” Dad offered when I got to the deck, reaching for the blanket.
“I forgot that you were getting out early this year.  I wanted to be here when you got home.” 
“It’s okay,” I said.  He rested his hand on my shoulder and kissed my forehead.
“I just had to run to the grocery real quick.” 
I nodded.  “What’s for dinner?” 
“I’m making vegetable lasagna.” 
“Cool.  Do you need help bringing in the groceries?” I asked and dropped my books on the kitchen table.
“I got them all,” he said.  “Thanks though.” 
“When’s Mom going to be home?” 
He opened the fridge and finished putting away the groceries.  “She’s going to have a late night tonight.  Probably won’t be home until after eight, big case she’s working on.  The trial is coming up in a few months.  I don’t know the details, but from the sounds of it, she’s prosecuting a man for horrendous things…child abuse, battery, murder, you name it.”  He shook his head and sighed.
Our family defied all family stereotypes.  My mom was a lawyer and my dad stayed home.  Not because he had to, but because he wanted to and my mom wanted to work.  He didn’t go to college.  She did.  She was in law school when they met. 
The lines were still blurry on how they met exactly.  My parents met in some park in North Carolina where my mom often studied during law school.  They noticed each other and clicked.  Something like that.
I didn’t know much about my dad’s past.  All I knew was that he was an orphan.  His parents abandoned him at birth.  I guess it was something he didn’t like talking about and I didn’t pry.  My dad did a few odd jobs on the side to keep himself occupied.  He designed landscapes in his free time.  He loved the outdoors, like father like daughter.
“She’ll be pretty stressed out until then, huh?” 
He nodded.  “She’s really committed to this case and getting this guy locked up.  But, it just means more time for us.”  He smiled to try and lighten the mood.
Yay.  Not that I didn’t love spending time with my dad, but a girl just needed her mom sometimes.  Moms got things in a different way than dads.  And it had been too long since I’d actually spent any bonding time with her.  I really missed her.

            Cam slid into the front seat of my little white Cabriolet.  I had the top down to feel the warmth of the sun.  She’d definitely seen her fair share of use over the years, but she had been good to me.  Maybe a little beat up but she was mine. 
Cameron and I had taken turns driving on road trips over the years: half in his old Jeep, half in my Cabriolet.  Not cross-country overnight trips, but daytrips to Charlotte, Myrtle Beach and Charleston.  We’d had lots of good memories in this car together. 
            “Thanks, Cal,” he said.  “I know you didn’t want to come back.” 
            “Don’t sweat it.” 
            Cameron threw his backpack in the backseat and combed his hand through his dirty blonde strands.  “Are you as swamped as I am?  I feel like I’m drowning in paperwork.  This was supposed to be the easy year.  The fun year.” 
            I chuckled humorlessly.  “And yet, I get out two periods early and I have twice as much to do as I did with all seven periods.” 
            “It’s a joke.” 
            “Yeah, on us.” 
            He slapped my knee coolly and kept his hand there.  “We haven’t really talked in a while.  What’s new?” 
            At that moment I really wished I had something to rub in his face, but I had nothing.  We’d spent the first half of the summer together, but he’d spent the second half with Isla. 
For whatever reason we’d gone to school with her since kindergarten and never had he ever noticed her.  Then at one random summer party they caught one another’s eyes and everything fell into place.  As if they were just at the right place at the right time.  She smiled and waved and he didn’t look back.  If that didn’t feel like complete desertion after six years of friendship I don’t know what did.
The second half of my summer was spent with Lia or my parents.  No hot dates or summer romances.  No exciting adventures or escapades to relay to him.  We didn’t even go on a vacation.  I should’ve just lied, told him something.  But what was the point?
            I shrugged, not unaware of the warmth of his palm on my thigh.  The simple touch had my nerves darting around my body like a pinball machine.  “Nothing really.” 
His hand squeezed my leg lightly.  “Well that’s lame.  No hot dates or thrilling adventures to relay?” 
            He knew just how to rub it in.            “Nope.” 
            Cameron took his hand back and crossed his arms.  “I just don’t get that, Cal,” he said, perplexed.  “You need to relax and stop being so intimidating to all the guys.  They want you, if you’ll just give ‘em the time of day.” 
            “Thanks for the words of wisdom.  I’ll try harder to change myself to be more appealing to them.” 
            “You know that’s not what I meant,” he said.  “You just turn the cold shoulder every time any guy wants to talk to you.” 
            I chuckled.  I did not.  “Why do you care so much about my dating life, Cam?”  Did I?
            “I don’t,” he said, looking away indifferently out the passenger’s side.  “It’s just now that I have Isla, I see what I was missing out on by not being serious about any girl before.  I can’t believe I never saw her before.  The blind man can finally see.” 
            Cut me while I’m down, will ya?  Maybe spit on me while I’m down there and rub a little salt in the wounds to top it off. 
            “The only guy worthy of my time will be the one who’s willing to work for it.  I refuse to give this away for free.”  I gestured to myself to get a chuckle out of him and it worked.
            “All right.  I see.  You’re worth more than that.  I know.  You deserve a really good guy.” 
            If only you could see that guy is you.
            I pulled up to his house and let him hop out. 
            “Thanks for the ride, Callie.  See you tomorrow.” 
            I nodded and waved. 
            It used to be—I’ll call you later; or—let’s hang out tonight.  I couldn’t even remember the last time Cameron called me just to chat.  Gosh, I missed him.

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Let the countdown begin!

I think I was supposed to tell ya'll something. What was it exactly? That's right...it was the release date! Okay. Kaleidoscopes will be available: February 19th! I'm totally setting my countdown. 25 days!!! Hooray!

Now it'll all depend upon how long it takes Amazon and Barnes and Noble  to upload the book once I send it in, but February 19th is looking better and better every day! It will also be available through iBooks and Smashwords...pretty much making it available for all types of e-readers. If you don't have an ereader, but still want to read Kaleidoscope, you can read it on your phone, tablet or computer you just have to download the right applications. And to clarify, for now it will only be available as an ebook. Hopefully in the next 6 months I can make paperbacks available, but we shall see!

I wanna celebrate with a rather long excerpt so...you're welcome.

The deeper I trekked into the forest the greener it was. The tree trunks were
cloaked in twirling vines and rich green moss. Thick fallen logs turned into hillsides as moss and ground cover crept over them, bringing the dead wood to life once more. The trickle of a stream babbled to my right. It didn’t bother me that I didn’t know how far I had gone into the canopy of trees. I felt at home.
Without warning a figure flipped down, landing perfectly in front of me.
Startled, I let out a shriek and stumbled back nearly falling to the ground, but he caught my arms easily, steadying me then releasing me just at swiftly.
“Watch your step,” he said melodically.
What the…
When I took in his appearance my jaw must have dropped as my eyes flew wide open to take in every inch of him. His eyes were unreal, a mix between violet and blue, unlike anything I’d ever seen in my life. They were deep blue, yet reflected back in an even deeper purple and still bright. His dark chocolaty locks curled right above his eyes, framing them.
Where had he come from?
“You can see me can’t you?” His voice was velvety smooth. Too alluring to be natural. Too silky to be human.
I could only nod. He stood there in all his olive skinned glory with only a pair of dark brown homemade cut offs and a small-leaved vine twining up one of his sinewy arms. A black band held a small sharp weapon at his hip. Was this guy for real?
“That’s not possible,” he said, folding his arms across his lean chest. Every time he spoke my stomach tingled.
“Well apparently it is,” I said quietly, wanting to flee. I wasn’t quite sure why, but a feeling inside of me told me to stay put.
“But you’re still human.” He started to move toward me, but I stepped back. Being close to him couldn’t be smart.
“Typically, that’s what we’re called,” I said skeptically.
His gaze deepened, his indigo eyes staring into my soul. Aside from the color there was something unusual about his eyes. They were…bigger. Not disturbingly large, but definitely not as small as they should be. I took another step back, losing any confidence I had gained by passing the property line. This had been a bad idea.
“Don’t go,” he nearly pleaded, speedily reaching his hand out to me. The earnestness in his voice stopped me. “Stay.” His voice changed. “I won’t hurt you.” He was more at ease, alluring. My uncertainty must have been apparent because he tacked on, “Please?” which didn’t seem like a word he knew how to use.
“Give me one reason to stay.” Under the shelter of these trees—secluded—with a stranger. An all too fascinating stranger.
“It doesn’t make any sense.” The strange boy didn’t answer my question. I suppose he wasn’t really a boy. He appeared to be a few years older than I was—two or three years, maybe—but not quite a man.
I wanted to laugh. What didn’t make any sense was a guy without a shirt, dressed in tattered cut offs with vines spiraling up his left arm like some wild man, standing in my backyard. I looked back to a wall of trees and vegetation. I couldn’t technically call this my backyard anymore. The reassuring sight of my house was nowhere.
“What are you doing out here?” I asked.
“I should ask you the same thing.” He cocked one side of his mouth up in a half-smirk. “Your father is right. You never know what’s lurking in these woods.”
My stomach churned. How long had he been here…watching me? He took a few steps toward me into a spot where the sun streamed through the full branches, casting light across his perfectly sculpted face. A couple things clenched my breath. One, he was striking, more so than the shadows gave him credit for. His rich violet eyes were even more vibrantly intense, beautifully peculiar under the glow of sunlight. I couldn’t find the words. And two…two was his ears. They were…pointed.

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Cue the Hallelujah Chorus

We've got a Kaleidoscope update my friends...Editing is FINISHED. I can't tell you how good that feels. I fixed my last edit, turned to my husband with raised arms in the air and he asked, "done?" I nearly cried. I did however, do a little dance while chanting, it's finished! over and over and over.

Now we get down to the final steps! With shaking hands I sent the book in to get my copyright and queried the formatting peoples. I almost felt like I couldn't do it. The voices inside my head were going at it. Can the book actually be finished? It's seriously complete? Maybe I should go over it one last time to be sure. But I know if I keep going back I'll never get it out there, so there's no turning back now. Out of the 10+ books I've started I've NEVER been able to complete a book before. And now there is an end in sight! Once the formatting peeps get back to me I can give ya'll a more concrete release date. YAY!

In case you're just getting familiar with Kaleidoscope here is the synopsis:

"Was I still a human? Gosh I still wanted to be human. Even just to keep a sliver of whom I thought I was. But as I thought about being human, standing in the shade of the forest, I felt less human than ever. The trees fought for my allegiance."

It starts in her chest. The change Calliope doesn't see coming. It pulses like a second heartbeat, urging her to give in to the need to be in the depths of the forest. She's compelled to fight the pull, but the more she denies it the stronger it becomes until she finally surrenders and is pulled into a secret world of enchantment.

Kai and Declan need her to accept what she is, but with everything left unsaid, acceptance may be the least of their worries. Knowing their fate lies in her hands, they'll stop at nothing to protect and prepare her for what lies ahead.

Will Calliope be able to accept what Kai and Declan reveal or will her desire to be normal keep her from acknowledging her true destiny?