Flash Sales & Pre-Orders!

Pre-Order Cover

Hello once again, readers!

Guess what?! You read that right! Evernight (Night Watchmen, #2) is now available through pre-order on Amazon!

Can I get an oh snap?

And to celebrate this upcoming release (which is also releasing on the same day as the annual Culling … October 31st, 2014), Everlasting (Night Watchmen, #1) will be on sale for only 99¢ for a whopping 96 hours!

Can I get a double oh snap?

Pre-Order Sale

Yep! August 22nd – 26th, you’ll be able to snag The Gramm Curse (Night Watchmen, #0.5) & Everlasting (Night Watchmen, #1) for only 99¢ each! All while waiting on pins and needles for the highly anticipated release of Evernight.

o_O

And now I’m hearing the infamous infomercial voice in my head. (And if you buy now, you’ll get not one, but TWO magic plungers!)

I digress.

In other news, I have an official website up and running. You can visit it HERE.

It’s pretty snazzy … considering I put it together myself (and I’m not really that tech savvy). It has all of my books listed with purchase links (in case you want a coveted hand-signed copy to add to your shelf), some of the inspiration behind the series (pinterest boards and spotify playlists), dates of events, and even a faq page telling you how you can read my novels that are sold exclusively through Amazon.

My eyes are barely functioning because of it.

Any who, feel free to share the sale.

Speaking of sale … the Born in Flames Trilogy is also on sale!

Trilogy Sale

It’s a sale-a-palooza! ♥

Echelon out

13 Things I’ve Learned In 2013

New YearHello once again, readers!

It’s the last day of the year. Can you believe it? I really can’t. This year has been somewhat of a blur for me and seemed to have snuck up on me. I think I’ve learned more this year than I’ve learned in a long time. Which is what I wanted to share with you.

Here are the 13 things I’ve learned:

1. If something doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t.

2. If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is.

3. Don’t lend your trust out the same way you give candy on Halloween…you’re bound to get burned.

4. Schedules are a necessity for writers.

5. Time and practice really is an author’s best friend. And reading.

6. Dreams come at their own pace whether you want them now or not. Wait for them.

7. My kids are growing up fast. Too fast.

8. Honesty will always get you farther. Especially with yourself.

9. You can’t be everything for everyone. It’s not physically possible.

10. The only way the words will come is if you sit in your chair and type them.

11. Don’t compare your life to everyone else’s. The path you’re on is your path and it’s the right path. Trust that.

12. Remain humble. Don’t let ego kill your personality.

13. Make time for your loved ones. Even when the characters are knocking on your door.

It may not be the best advice or the most original, but each one is something I, or someone very close to me went through this year. This year wasn’t what some would call a ‘huge success’, but I’d have to say it’s been exactly what I needed at this point in my life. Even the rough parts. The amount of knowledge, confidence, patience, and understanding that I’ve gained is more valuable than anything else I could possibly want.

I have no doubt in my mind that 2014 will be a year I never dreamed of. I can feel it. I know I’m on the verge of something and I can’t wait to see what it is. I hope you had a fantastic 2013 and reflect upon everything you’ve learned as we enter a brand new year. Oh, and don’t forget to leave money on your doorstep before the night is through. It’s supposed to bring you luck when you pick it up tomorrow. Change will suffice. I’ve used a quarter and I swear it works.

Any who, Happy New Year!

Echelon out ♥

Fenn’s Journal

-Day 4

She made me cinnamon rolls this morning. That has been her way of apologizing ever since we were kids. The first time was when we around the age of 13. We got into a huge argument about who was going to fold the laundry. She dumped my clothes down the stairs. Needless to say, I left them there for her to clean and locked myself in my room. What brought me out was the sweet smell of cinnamon rolls, my favorite breakfast food.

She had baked them for me with the help of Mily.

So when I woke to the smell this morning, I knew that somewhere deep down inside her thick head, she knows that she loves me. I could see it in her beautiful pleading eyes. She was so worried that I was going to be upset with her for last night. When is she going to realize she is perfect in my eyes? I was only upset because of the danger I had put her in by not listening to that creepy guy.

Which she also reminded me of this morning. She is dead set on finding him. I know she is right, it’s just this need I have to keep her safe that leaves me feeling leery all the time. But last night proved that my protective skills aren’t as sharp as I thought they were. Strength won’t solve everything.

I know this because a letter came for her shortly after breakfast. It was from someone from our past. Someone who knew things about us. Things that we were set on learning from Mr. Creepy. So now there is another player involved. The letter said that she has a choice and that the answers to her return home are inside a security deposit box. But what ‘home’ is the letter talking about? And who is this mysterious person? Rory thinks it’s from her mother…but what if she is wrong?

I’m excited and nervous, but mostly scared. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I fear it’s out of my hands this time. The only thing I can do now is be there for her, which is why I am taking her to the bank now. I’m just waiting on her to come out of the bathroom.

Whoever it is, I’m crossing my fingers that they keep her out of danger. Lord knows she is a magnet for trouble.

Later,

Fenn

Fenn’s Journal

-Day 4

I’m ready to think about what happened last night. I’m going to have to face it sooner or later.

Let me start by writing: Everything is different now.

It started at the restaurant. After I tried to tell Rory that I had feelings for her, she shot me down with her BS excuse about how we couldn’t work because of our “past”. I played my declaration off as trying to buy a car together instead of the confession that it really was.

Lame, but it was all I could think of.

I think she was upset that I didn’t push harder. She’s used to me making her listen. But I’m not going to force her to recognize that she loves me more than a friend. She has to fall, just like every one else. Just like I did for her. Only then will it be real between us.

Any way, she excused herself. That creep guy was nearby, because as soon as she left, he approached our table. He said he needed me to listen to him. He said if I took her to the horse ranch, it would alternate the course we were supposed to be on. He said I should take her home instead because there would be a bad storm and we would be caught in the middle. Lightning would strike, thus causing a fire nearby. He said this fire will set Aurora on a path that I wouldn’t be able to follow.

I don’t exactly know why, but I saw red.

I did what I thought was right in the moment. I took him outside. I was ready to show him just what I thought of him. I wanted him to leave us alone. I didn’t want to believe that he could be right. I didn’t want to know that Aurora and I were truly different. I didn’t believe that we were from somewhere else.

And boy was I wrong.

I took her to the horse ranch any way, despite Rory being angry with me for shoving the creep even further away from us. And, well, lightning struck.

What happened last night, it was something that I am still trying to wrap my mind around. After Rory fell off her horse and was nicked in the head, lightning struck a tree nearby. The fire was alive if that makes any sense. It seemed to sense Aurora. It moved towards her and encircled her. It scared the shit out of me. Every fiber in my being screamed to protect her. I thought she was going to burn alive. But when I tried to pull her from the fire, she had this vacant look in her eyes. She wasn’t my Rory, but something much more powerful. She threw me backwards with a flick of her wrist.

I got up and tried again, refusing to give up on her. When I jumped through the wall of flames, they stuck to my skin like tar. That’s how she came back to me. She thought I was hurt. Luckily, I heal quickly, always have. The burns were gone within seconds. She was so frail, so scared. It was in that moment, when we clung to each other as the rain drenched us, that I realized I had really messed up.

We could have been killed and all because I didn’t want to hear what that creepy guy had to say. I have to stop denying this. I have to come to terms with the fact that Aurora and I are meant for something more. And that the creepy guys knows exactly what it is.

I have to find him and make this right.

She’s stirring now. I put a Shortcake Band-aid on her bruise. I’m trying not to laugh at her cuteness. She’s so beautiful. I wish I could kiss her.

Man I need to get a life.

Later,

Fenn

 

I Fear My Fears

147492956516820417_dMffM4LX_bHello once again, Readers!!! AHHHHH!!! Someone help me!!! There’s a scary thing on my blog post! Eeek!

And scene.

Doesn’t that picture like totally freak you out. Like oh my god. Totally.

So I was sitting with Sonya the other day, shooting the shite, while skimming through Pinterest when I stumbled upon this here photo. Now for those of you who don’t know me, I am a supreme scaredy cat. Supreme to the max. I hate the dark. Absolutely, positively, will never be friends with the dark.

And to make matters worse, I am a scary movie addict. My imagination is verrrrryyyyyy loooonnnnggg. I have seen way too many films to ever recover from my fear. It’s the adrenaline rush that gets me every time. I just can’t resist even though I know that I will pay for it once the sun goes down.

Example:

I don’t have a bed frame because of that stupid urban legend about the guy under the ladies bed. She waited for her dog to lick her hand each night to tell her things were okay and on the last night of her life, it wasn’t the dog licking her hand. *shudder* Yeah, the dog was hanging in the shower.

Or the fact that every time I am in the dark, I feel like there is a ghost lurking or a man hiding somewhere. I can’t even drive down a dark, tree-lined road at night without thinking the girl from The Ring is going to pop out…lol. I am retardedly (there I go making up words again) paranoid. It’s bad, plain and simple.

So I should probably get to the point of this post so as to not waste any of your precious time. Your time is precious to me, my precious…lol.

My husband tells me the best way to deal with fear is to meet it head on. Especially my fear of the dark. Of course I made him explain, because how do you meet the dark head on?

He told me to think about why I am afraid of the dark. The dark is not a person. It cannot reach out and harm me. It is simply what happens when the earth spins us away from the sun. So I thought about it. It’s not so much the dark, but what is inside the dark that I cannot see. It’s the unknown that I am afraid of. I don’t know what is hiding in the shadows, therefore I fear it. I am blind to the future therefore I worry.

This can be applied to all of you who haven’t made that last leap in finishing your writing or publishing your work. What’s stopping you?

I felt the same way when I realized that my first novel was about to be published for the whole world to read. I barely ate for days because I had worked myself up over it. I even debated if it was the right choice. And of course, most of my thoughts were negative ones. The usual, “What if they hate it,” or “What if no one reads it.” You know, those pestering thoughts that plague every writer and even hold some back from ever publishing.

Here’s what I think: Who cares? Opinions are around every single corner. Most of what we see has been built off of opinions. There’s no escaping it.

A big part of life, is experiencing fear. Maybe fear makes us stronger…if you meet it head on that is. My husband said that he has plenty of fears, but he doesn’t shy from them. He faces them, shoving his fear far away from his mind and using it to fuel his courage. And he’s absolutely right. How are we to ever know what we can be if we shy away from the unknown?

That doesn’t mean I am investing in a bed frame though, lol. Sorry, but I don’t need something else to check every night before bed.

I digress.

That is all folks.

Echelon out ♥

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See what I mean…freaking creepy! Even Harry can’t sleep without being bombarded by sparkling, lurking men.

Fenn’s Journal

-Day 3

The date didn’t go as planned. I should have known. When does anything ever go as planned for me? Is it even worth writing about anymore? I flip back through this journal and the majority of what I see is unplanned, not normal events taking place. What happened to the days when things made sense? Did they ever make sense?

There was a small moment, at the restaurant, when Aurora looked at me. I mean, she really looked at me. The blush in her cheeks and the way she bit her lower lip, it always happens when she’s nervous or embarrassed. She said I was the yin to her yang. I know that sounds silly, but it was the look in her eyes that made the statement so much more. The wall between us broke a little more.

At least I thought it did, because right when I was about to admit my feelings, she cut off me off with a load of crap about how she doesn’t want to ruin our relationship. Stupid girl stuff. She has to sort every freaking thing out. Nice and neat. Love isn’t neat. It isn’t something you can plan. Why can’t she see that?

Just asking that…scares me. What if she can’t see it because she doesn’t feel how I feel?

Blah. I’m sick of thinking like this. Something’s gotta give. I won’t even touch on what happened after the restaurant. I’m not ready to walk through that just yet. Saying that my denial backfired big time, is a HUGE understatement. I’ve got a lot to think about.

Oh, Aurora lost her journal. Well…she says she lost her journal. I’m not sure if I believe her though because I offered to buy her another and she said no. So much for that idea.

Later,

Fenn

 

A Pink-Wrapped Gift

Scarlett turns 2

Hello once again, Readers!!! My daughter is two!!!!

Two years ago today, on 01/11/2011, my daughter, Scarlett, was born. She was another planned C-section so the doctor tried to rush and get her out by 11:11 (to complete the matching date), but missed by three minutes. I begged for them to take their time lol. It didn’t matter to me either way…I just wanted her healthy and happy.

With her, things were a little different. I already learned most of the lessons of raising a little one with Logan. I knew what to expect…therefore I could actually enjoy every moment rather than worrying if every noise was a sign of something.  Typical first-time-parent syndrome. You learn that every fall isn’t the end of the world, every cry doesn’t mean they are unhappy, and discipline is not going to hurt them. Trial and error at it’s best.

Logan was three when we decided to have another child. We didn’t want a huge age gap between them and were ready for another. I missed holding a baby and Logan was sprouting right before our eyes, past the cuddling stage. Once the decision was made, we found out a month later on mother’s day that we were carrying. And at 12 weeks (thanks to a wonderful ultrasound tech), I knew it was a girl.

Hearing those words, “You’re having a girl,” was insanely awesome. I already had my boy. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have my fingers crossed that it was a girl. That is what Damon and I have always wanted. A boy and then a girl. The rest went by so fast. It’s like I wasn’t even pregnant.

And then the stars aligned and she was born. Again, Damon and I both wept happy tears when her cry pierced the busy operating room. The first thing I asked was, “She’s still a girl right?” Typical fear…check the fingers, toes, and gender. And yes indeedy…she was still a beautiful, healthy, peaceful little girl. When I held her in my arms for the first time, I almost couldn’t see through the tears of joy.

Watching her grow up with an older brother is such a blessing. They are so good to each other. Logan is patient and understanding, and always offering to help. He tries to teach her and play with her, even when she is being a typical toddler and throwing a fit. They crack me up. She chases him everywhere he goes screaming, “Where going Go-gan?” Too cute.

She rolled at four months, crawled at six, and walked at 11. He first word was dada (again), and she is the most cuddliest, sweetest baby ever. And I love watching her with Damon. Growing up without a father really makes me appreciate what I now have…what my children have. A great dad who will always be there for them.

She sings more songs than I thought a two-year-old could sing, she dances, loves running in circles, loves chocolate milk, counts to ten, gibbers and then bats her eyelashes, screams when she doesn’t get her way and then comes out of time out wanting a hug. She is my baby girl. She is a treasure and completes our family.

Now I’m tearing up. Too many dang birthdays. But on a neat note…I am now 26. My daughter is two and my son is six. Cool right?

Echelon out ♥