My Bookiversary during the Barbara Vey Weekend 2016 – #giveaway

It’s been two weeks, and my head is still spinning from my experience at the Barbara Vey’s Reader Appreciation Weekend in Milwaukee, WI. I’ve got pictures and a GIVEAWAY (Amazon Gift Card) to celebrate, so hang with me while I tell you a little story. Telling stories is what I do after all… Continue reading “My Bookiversary during the Barbara Vey Weekend 2016 – #giveaway”

The Bed She Made – The Back Story

Ever since The Bed She Made was released for publication, I’ve gotten a LOT of questions. The most prominent question has been, “Is this about you?”


Yes. And no.


The Bed She Made is probably the closest thing I will ever write to an autobiographical novel without it being autobiographical at all. If you know much about my personal history, you will easily be able to spot the similarities between the protagonist and myself. Let’s go over a few:

  • Just like the story’s protagonist, Journey, I was a wild child in high school. My hair was short, always colorful, and sometimes shaved. I wore tie-dye and combat boots and opted for a skin-tight leopard print for my high school prom. (Not that I do any of those things anymore, *ahem.)
  • My best friend was the high school quarterback, and we went our separate ways because he wanted to be a cop and I was into the drug/party scene. This is our picture together at his graduation (aren’t we adorable?):


  • I spent nine months in rehab when I was eighteen as opposed to Journey’s 30-day program.
  • My best girlfriend has really been 6’1 since middle school. She’s still my BFF after all these many years.


  • My first husband died when he was 25 years old, but he was not a police officer. He was killed TEXTING AND DRIVING. Please, please, please don’t text and drive!
  • Steven’s character is sort of a hodge-podge of all the dysfunctional boyfriends I had when I was young.
  • I still live in Nashville, TN. My sister is here as well.
  • My father never shot and killed any of my old boyfriends, though I’m sure he considered it.
  • I married that high school quarterback in 2012, and we are living happily ever after. He’s a cop and he’s still in the military.

The biggest similarity is the relationship between Journey and her parents. Like Journey’s parents, my mom and dad are ‘staunch Republicans, successful small business owners, and devout Southern Baptists’. We had a very strained relationship when I was younger. Thankfully, our relationship has been restored and my parents are now my closest allies.


The story found in Chapter 7 “Daddy Issues” is very much a true story. I had been in trouble with the police and I was forced to return home with my parents. My dad “made my bed” that night.

The Bed She Made is close enough to my real life that it was very painful but therapeutic to write. Most of it, however, is straight-up fiction and the majority of the characters were birthed out my crazy imagination.

Oh… and yes, I have a phoenix tattoo, but I didn’t draw it myself. I have the artistic ability of a giraffe with a set of Crayola markers:


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To Be Her First – A New Novel

To Be Her First – The Prequel to The Bed She Made
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To Be Her First is the highly anticipated PREQUEL to The Bed She Made. It is available ONLY on Wattpad for the amazing community of readers who have boosted The Bed She Made to the top of the charts!

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At sixteen, Journey Durant hasn’t yet experienced her first anything. No first boyfriend. No first date. No first kiss. But, that’s all about to change. Two boys at West Emerson High are vying for her attention: the MVP quarterback and the school’s reigning bad boy.

David Britton is the sensible choice. He’s attractive, responsible, and every mother’s dream—including hers. But, David and Journey are from two different social universes where David is the sun in his, and Journey is a moon rock in hers. He’s the most popular guy in school, and Journey is just background noise. She has a hard enough time accepting that he truly wants to be her friend, much less anything more.

And then there’s Steven Drake. Steven has dominated Journey’s fantasy life for as long as she can remember. He has a short list of things he cares about and school, the future, and what anyone thinks of him aren’t on it. Journey finds the element of rebellion he emanates to be intoxicating. But as much as Steven excites her, she knows there’s trouble down that road.

So, who will be her first? Mr. Most Likely to Succeed or Mr. Most Likely to Go to Jail?

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Really Cool Scars

One of the many superpowers given to mothers is the ability to decipher meanings from certain sounds from our children. With the slightest peep we know whether to feed them, defend them, or yell in their general direction, “OMG, stop whining!”

Unfortunately, today I heard the type of cry that makes a mother’s heart stop dead in her chest. A bone chilling scream echoed from the bedroom and when I charged through the doorway the first thing to catch my eye was blood pouring from my little boy’s side.

Thankfully, the wound was not severe enough for stitches, but as I assured him earlier, “It’s gonna leave a really cool scar!”

On my right knee I carry a scar from a bicycle accident in the fourth grade. The doctor gave me a cream that, I swear, melted the scabs off every time they tried to form. I don’t remember what it was called, but I’m pretty sure the main ingredient was battery acid. I spent the next few weeks on crutches.

Twenty years later, when I look at the purplish discoloration across my kneecap, I don’t remember falling of the bike–I remember the battery acid and my bruised armpits from the crutches.


Isn’t that often the case with scars? The healing process is often more memorable than the initial injury. It certainly takes longer and is often more painful.

I consider the many scars I have that are unseen. The deep gashes left in my heart, my relationships, and in my spirit from choices I’ve made in my life. Bad decisions are easy. They are usually quick and even, initially, painless. It’s the recovery from them that is so bitterly agonizing.

While writing The Bed She Made I really had to inspect a lot of my old scars. I had to write about them, talk about them, and relive them in my dreams. The beautiful thing about dredging up the past has been that I can honestly say that they truly are JUST SCARS. The pain is gone. The wound is healed. All has been forgiven. The scars are not eternal penance for my sins, but simply a reminder to never turn back.