Friday, February 28, 2014

Happy Book Birthday Ungifted!

Hey everyone!

Ungifted (Supernaturals#2) is finally here. Yay! It's available in both ebook for $2.99 and paperback for $9.99.

Look for it on AMAZON and Barnes&Noble 
Or, for you international fans, the paperback is also available on 

I've also knocked the ebook price of Chameleon (supernaturals #1) down to just $.99 for those of you who haven't checked out this series yet.

Also, want a sneak peek or two at Ungifted? The Ungifted Blog Tour is in full swing right now. Stop by any of these blogs to read a review or an excerpt and sign up for the giveaway.

February 25th
Nocturnal Predators Reviews ( - Review
Musings of Immortals ( – Teaser
Coffee & Books & Art ( – Review 

February 26th
Literary Winner ( – Excerpt 
She Dreams in Fiction ( – Review 

February 27th
Up All Night Book Blog ( - Review
Avid Reader Musings ( – Top Ten 

February 28th
Once Upon a YA Book ( – Review 
Mythical Books ( – Guest Post 

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March 4th
Paulette's Papers ( – Review 
A Life Bound By Books ( – Review 

March 5th
Dalene's Book Reviews ( – Review 
Fade Into Fantasy ( – Excerpt 

March 6th
Reading Bliss ( – Review 
Skye Malone's Blog ( – Excerpt 

March 7th
Book Bliss ( – Review 
Deal Sharing Aunt ( – Teaser 

March 10th
Addicted Readers ( – Top Ten 
Books are Love ( – Review

Monday, February 24, 2014

Important question about the V is for Virgin Kyle Hamilton Novella. Please answer. :)

Sorry, I should have posted this last week. (Life and whatnot...) Anyway...

HA HA HA HA HA! Sorry, that picture just makes me laugh! But anyway, Kyle Hamilton, our resident virgin chasing rock star was voted as our King of the book boyfriends. Yay Kyle!

As you can see, I chose Ian Somerhalder as my personal pick for Kyle. This could have something to do with the fact that I've been watching The Vampire Diaries on Netflix the last couple of weeks. (Currently in the middle of season 3 and still have a long way to go, so PLEASE, no spoilers!) *sticks fingers in ears and starts singing LA LA LA very loudly* Obviously I am in love with Daemon Salvator. Mmmm. 

This is just a quick post to say thank you to everyone who participated in the Battle of the Book Boyfriends with me. I had a blast doing it! I loved getting to know some of my fans a little better and I LOVED hearing all of your thoughts on each of these characters. I write them for you guys as much as I write them for myself, so I'm glad to know that you enjoy them.

As the winner of the Battle, I will as promised deliver a short story/novella from Kyle's point of view. I've already started working on it. (Should be finishing chapter two this afternoon.) :D I can't really tell yet exactly how long it will be, but I think it's going to be an exiting story. You might even get a second song out of it. 


I am writing this novella for you guys. You guys voted. You took the time to read V is for Virgin and you loved Kyle and Val enough to demand this story be written. This story is my way of saying thank you. I'm doing it for you, so I want to make sure and give you what you want. I can do this 2 different ways. The first would be to post it on my blog like the other short stories I have done in the past so that it is free for everyone. This is your story, and my thank you, so I am more than happy to do that.

Or, if you would like it to be put together as an ebook I can do that as well. I can have it done like V is for Virgin. I can format it, have it edited, give it a cover, and make it available on Amazon for you to have as a matching companion to V is for Virgin. If I do that, however, I will have to set a price to it. I would make the cost just $.99. (The minimum price allowed on Amazon.)

I am happy to do either, so I am asking you guys to tell me what you'd rather have. Let me know in the comments section here or on facebook what you would like more and I will go with the majority.

Thank you guys again for everything! I really do have awesome fans!

Saturday, February 15, 2014

Meet BotBB Contestant #6 Grayson Kennedy!

Comment on this blog post to win an autographed poster of The Avery Shaw Experiment. Winner chosen randomly and announced during the BotBB Facebook party Sun. Feb. 16th! (Giveaway is international)

Name: Grayson Kennedy

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

School activities: Varsity Basketball

Likes: music, movies, parties, clubbing, dancing, sports (watching and playing)

Favorite Food: Burgers and fries

Favorite Music: hip-hop, R&B, anything with a decent beat

Favorite Movie: The Hangover

Favorite Phrase: In the name of science!

Why we love him: Grayson Kennedy is larger than life. When he walks into a room, he owns it. He’s lovable and charming and oozing with self-confidence. His overabundance of personality may be a bit overwhelming and exhausting at times, but no one understands girls like Grayson, and he’ll use that knowledge to pull you out of your shell. Underneath all the perfection he hides a secret streak of vulnerability, and needs to feel useful and needed. He’s your classic modern-day knight in shining armor, so give him a chance to rescue you ever now and then and you’ll never regret it.

You Can Quote Me On That:

When a girl lets you be the one to hold her as her entire world falls apart, even though you’re ass naked, it changes the way you see her.
“I’ve got news for you, Aves. When a guy says he wants to take you out in the name of science, he’s totally full of it. He really just wants to take you out.” 
“But you’ve taken me out like a million times for the experiment. You kissed me once in the name of science.” 
Avery chewed her bottom lip. I was going to have to talk to her about that habit because every time she did it, it got harder and harder for me not to kiss her. One of these days I was not going to be held responsible for whatever actions I was driven to. 
“Somewhere between the shower and the Red Bull I fell in love with you, Aves. I’m talking epically. There is no coming back from a fall like mine.”

The Man In Action:

I tried to copy their movements, but I felt like some kind of bobble-head whack-a-mole doll. There was no way what I was doing was considered dancing. My panic started rising, and I stopped moving. “Maybe some people just aren’t meant to do this.”

As I complained, someone stepped up behind me and I felt a pair of hands grip my upper arms. “You’re overthinking it.” Grayson’s low, soft voice sent shivers up my spine. His hands slid up my arms to my neck, and then he buried his fingers deep in my hair, massaging my scalp. “You need to loosen up.”

Slowly he pushed my head forward, rolling it from side to side until he brought it back to rest on his shoulder. He rubbed my shoulders next and then slid his hands down the entire length of my arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps where his fingers brushed along my skin.

I gasped at the sensations he was causing in me, and my eyes fluttered shut. He began to sway slowly, and my body, having melted into complete mush, matched his movements with more grace than I’d ever managed in my life.

“Dancing,” he said, “is about feeling, not thinking.”

Grayson lifted one of my arms above my head and rested it on the back of his neck. My fingers instinctively dug into his soft, thick hair. I hadn’t told them to do that. I felt Grayson’s cheek lift into a smile against the side of my head, as if he fully approved of my actions.

“Now we move together.”

His arm came around my waist, and he suddenly knocked his knee forward into the backs of mine, forcing them to unlock. Unprepared for the shift in weight, I buckled, but he’d been ready for this. He caught me, held me up tight against him, and began moving us in an almost-circular motion.

My entire body heaved a shudder of pleasure, and then I drifted away from reality into a world where nothing existed except for the two of us.

Grayson moved artfully, seductively, to the music until I felt like we were one and the same with the beat. I had never experienced anything like it. I don’t think I could have even imagined anything like it.

My body burned everywhere it was pressed against his, and every other part of me yearned jealously for the same feeling. I felt so relaxed I could almost sleep, and yet my heart pounded wildly in my chest.

“You’re doing it, Aves,” Grayson whispered against my ear. His breath caused more shivers to explode through me. “You’re a natural.”

“I’m not doing anything.” I sounded dazed and a bit breathless. Probably because I was dazed and breathless. “You’re doing this. I’m just letting you.”

Grayson laughed low and dangerous. “The guy is supposed to lead, but he’s only ever as good as his partner.”

His lips touched my neck just behind my ear, and it felt so good I let out a barely-audible whimper. His entire body tensed in response. “Aves,” he whispered in a strangled voice, “I want to kiss you.”

My mouth responded before my brain had even processed his words. “I’ve never been kissed before.”

Suddenly I was facing him, my hands resting lightly on his chest, his hands on my hips holding our bodies together in ways my mother would disapprove of. It was like the shower all over again except nowhere near as innocent. In fact, it wasn’t innocent at all. I had to fight the urge to climb up him and wrap my legs around his waist.

Grayson stared down at me as if he was stranded in the Sahara and my lips were the last drops of water in his canteen. “I know,” he said. “I want to be your first. Right here. Right now. Tell me it’s okay.”

His mouth was right there. His chest heaved as if his lungs were fighting for oxygen. His heart pounded beneath my hand. I could feel his need for me, but what surprised me was the intensity of my own desire. I wanted him to kiss me. With every fiber of my being I wanted his mouth on mine. I ached for it.

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 I know you've already read half a book from Grayson's point of view in The Avery Shaw Experiment, and got a peek in his journals during the Avery Shaw Diaries blog tour, but can you really ever get enough of Grayson Kennedy? He certainly doesn't think so. Grayson's Science Club days may be over, but that doesn't mean he's finished with Avery Shaw! If Grayson is crowned king of the book boyfriends, he's promised to share with you a short story from his college days. College life is demanding on his time and he doesn't get to see Avery near as often as he'd like, but that just means the time they do get to spend together has to be that much more epic.

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Meet BotBB Contestant #5 Gabriel!

I know I'm a little late getting this up today--busy morning--but here it is!

Comment on this blog post to win an autographed poster of Chameleon. Winner chosen randomly and announced during the BotBB Facebook party Sun. Feb. 16th! (Giveaway is international)

Name: Gabriel (AKA The Seer)

Hair: black

Eyes: dark brown

School activities: tutored privately

Likes: Classic literature, poetry, Shakespeare, theater, they symphony, art, New York City, and tattoos

Favorite Food: Thai

Favorite Music: classical

Favorite Movie: never seen one

Favorite Phrase:God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.”

Why we love him: This Shakespeare-quoting lover of classical music isn’t afraid to talk about his emotions. Gabriel’s power has forced him to be a little mature for his age. He’s even tempered, kind and a little shy, but he doesn’t lack self-confidence. This sophisticated, respectable guy may be a bit naïve to the ways of the world, and will never really be the life of the party, but he knows the proper way to treat a woman. You’ll never feel as safe or special as when Gabriel takes care of you.

You Can Quote Me On That:
“Truly, you are a miracle.” 
I’ve never been one to take a compliment gracefully so I said, “You only think that because you haven’t seen enough of my temper.” 
“Actually it is your temper that most attracts me to you. Though I believe spirit is a better name for it.”
“Do you really believe what the council says—that you are the love the prophecy speaks of who is supposed to keep me from choosing evil?" 
Gabriel was quiet for so long I didn’t think he was going to answer me. “That I do not know,” he finally said. “But I will help you nonetheless because you are the Chosen One and I have faith in the Creator. I have faith in you.”
“I do not imagine anyone ever being able to give you up. I surely could not now that I have found you.” 
“Oh, what a line!” 
“Line?” Gabriel asked, surprised. “Is that to say you believe I am not being serious?” 
“You are a strange boy.”
I looked down at Gabriel’s sleeping figure and whispered the words, “Wake up.” 
It took a moment, but the color rose to Gabriel’s cheeks and his eyes fluttered beneath their lids. 
“Gabriel, wake up,” I said again and kissed his lips lightly. 
Gabriel’s eyes didn’t open but his lips turned up into a smile. "It is my soul that calls upon my name: How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears." 
“He’s fine,” I said with a laugh.

The Man In Action:

“Good afternoon!” Gabriel chirped brightly when I came stumbling from the bedroom.

“Is it really afternoon?”

“You needed the rest. How do you feel?”

“I’m starting to feel more normal,” I admitted. “I mean, not—the cravings are still there, but it feels more like before I came here.”

“Good.” Gabriel held out his hand. I came to him and he put my palm to his face. “You do feel stronger,” he told me. “And I am glad for it because I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” I asked confused.

Gabriel beamed at me. “Go get showered and dressed, and—” He hesitated, then blushed as he asked, “If it would not be too much trouble, could you do whatever it is that you do to your hair that keeps it from looking like that?” He pointed at my head.

“Straighten it?”

Gabriel’s glossy eyes sparkled with mischief. “You are always beautiful, but I am very partial to the way it looks when it is tamed.”

 I was startled by his attempt to be playful. I hadn’t realized he could be anything but serious. “Are—are you trying to flirt with me?” I asked.

Gabriel knitted his eyebrows in confusion. “Flirt?”

“Never mind,” I said.

“I am excited, Danielle.” He was more than excited. He was giddy. “I have been waiting hours for you to wake. Please hurry or it will become dark and your surprise will be ruined.”

“All right, all right.” I laughed, and headed back toward the bathroom in somewhat of a daze.

“You may need a sweater,” Gabriel called to me.

Gabriel’s face brightened when I finally immerged, dressed and ready to go with my hair as straight as I could get it. I would have blushed except he was literally bouncing with anticipation.

“So,” I said. “What kind of surprise are we talking about?”

“I was thinking of what you said, about how humans choose their own mates. I asked the Councilor about it this morning and he explained what you meant when you said ‘they date.’ You meant courtship right?”

“That’s totally a word my great grandma would use, but yeah. Dating is basically like courting. Why?”

“Because I wish to know you better as well. I understand this will be doing things a bit out of order, but, Danielle Webber, I would be honored if you would go for a date with me.”

Gabriel’s smile was infectious and I giggled at his phrasing. “What exactly did you have in mind?” I asked.

 “Picnics seem to be traditional, are they not?” Gabriel proudly held up a basket. “City Hall Park is right across the street.”

“You mean they let you go outside?”

“Of course,” the Supreme High Councilor said, having come through the front door without knocking. Duncan followed behind him.

“Duncan!” I squealed and ran at him. “I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again.”

Duncan returned my hug with a smile, but his eyes were taking in the sight of me like he was trying to convince himself I was real. “Are you okay?” he asked in a hushed tone.

His worry stalled my playful mood. “I’m getting better.”

“And the Seer is being good to you?” He glanced at Gabriel with a hint of malice. “Not trying anything…ungentlemanly?”

Gabriel?” I stifled a laugh. “I’m not sure he would even understand the meaning of ungentlemanly.” Duncan looked so skeptical that I laughed. “I like Gabriel very much,” I admitted. “He’s really helping me get through this. I promise you don’t need to worry. But I am so happy to see you.”

Behind us, the Councilor cleared his throat. “You really should get going if you’re to have any daylight for this picnic of yours.”

“You’re really going to let us go outside?”

“Of course, child, I am not a tyrant.”

I couldn’t help muttering, “Could have fooled me.”

The Councilor pretended to ignore me, but I know he heard because behind him Duncan winked at me.

“Gabriel and I often explore the city,” the Councilor said. “He has only stayed indoors so long because he refused to leave your side. You do understand, of course, that we must take precautions. You cannot just come and go as you please. You may never go out without me, as I am the only warlock in the consulate who has the power to cast a cloaking spell strong enough to hide your auras. The two of you have far too many enemies. That is why we will also be bringing along your guardian. Duncan and I will try to give you your privacy, but you must respect my rule that you are to stay close by at all times.”

“Of course, sir,” Gabriel said.

I’m pretty sure it wasn’t for Gabriel’s sake we were being read the riot act.

I couldn’t get over my attitude with the Councilor, even if he was letting me go outside. “Chaperones,” I said sarcastically when he looked to me for a confirmation that I understood the rules. “Awesome. And I thought my dad was going to be tough with the dating issue.”

“Danielle,” he said. He gave me a stern look.

“Yeah, yeah, freedom but not really. I get it. It’s not like I could outrun you guys anyway, so lead the way.”

I was glad to see I got under the Councilor’s skin, but he managed to keep his temper and walked out the door. Gabriel started to follow but I stopped him. “If you’re trying to go for an authentic human date, a gentleman would offer the lady his arm.”

“Offer it how?”

He watched with fascination as I lifted his elbow and tucked my hand into his arm.

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Gabriel may be the type of guy to normally stand strong and silent in the background, but just because he's quiet doesn't mean he's not full of thoughts. We know Dani had quite the adventure in Chameleon, but in a way everything was just as crazy for the lovable, sheltered Seer. If Gabriel is crowned king of the book boyfriends, I'll write a compilation of my favorite Gabriel scenes (and possibly a scene or two that weren't in the book) from Chameleon and you'll finally get a better idea of what Gabriel thought of the hurricane of a girl who burst into his life kicking and screaming, and what it was like to fall in love for the first time. 

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Friday, February 14, 2014

Dating Horror Story Finalists!

Happy Valentines Day everyone!

Now that you’ve heard my dating horror story, I’m going to share with you the three stories I picked to be finalists in the Dating Horror story contest. I’ve been asking for your dating horror stories all week. Thanks to everyone for sharing your experiences with me. (Nice to know I’m not alone in the awful date department!) I’ve read all the entries, and while they were all pretty good, I picked three that really stood out to me. (And made me cringe!) After what they went through, these girls could all use a great fictional boyfriend! 

Read each entry and vote for the one you think was the biggest dating disaster. The winning story will receive the Kelly Oram contemporary collection. (Serial Hottie, V is for Virgin, and The Avery Shaw Experiment) The runners up will both receive some signed posters and bookmarks along with the Kelly Oram collection in ebook format.

Good luck to our finalists!

Dating Horror story #1: Cold in Carolina

Everybody has the story about joining an online dating site and the person that shows is nothing like the picture! That happened, but also on this same date...

I gave him my address as he was coming from out of town. Stupid I know. However I did, and when he showed up, I went ahead with the date even though the picture was really old. Well, he took me to a car wash. Not out to eat or anything but a drive thru car wash! LOL!

Well that was bad enough, so I told him to take me home. I lived in Charlotte, NC at the time and he was coming from somewhere in SC. He informed me he was cold. Out of my breeding I offered him a jacket. I really didn't think he would take me up on it. Well he did and the jacket was actually a very nice zip up and silk I had hanging in my closet. I thought he meant to borrow it, not to keep it. It was too nice! That was 10 years ago.

I never heard from him or got the jacket back. I don't even remember his name now, but I immediately cancelled my subscription to the dating site. I am still single so maybe I shouldn't, grocery stores are not really working these days. However I am warm!

Dating Horror Story #2: Married On Monday

It was the Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City, Utah, and I lucked out and got an amazing job working downtown right in the middle of all of the tourist action. The job paid a little bit more than my regular job, and my boss at the library was more than happy to let me take off for a few weeks to have that experience. I showed up for my first day on the job (selling T-shirts and sweatshirts at a table) and was waiting around for my new boss to show me the ropes. I had no idea where the bathrooms were, so I looked around for someone official to ask and decided to approach the adorable security guard that I'd been checking out while reading my book. When I went up to him, his face lit up and he gave me the most amazing smile I'd ever seen. For the following week, he was the security guard assigned to the door nearest my booth. We spent a lot of time talking, really getting to know each other. I was convinced it was the start of a great romance—we clicked like I had never clicked with anyone before. 

On Valentine's Day, I had the day off and he had to work. I decided that after all of the flirting and becoming such amazing friends that it was time to make a small gesture just so he would know where my feelings were. We were making all of these plans on what to do together (brownies, popcorn, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer) even though we lived about two hours apart from one another. But something had been bothering me, and I wasn't sure how to bring it up. I'd noticed a ring on his left hand the day we met (hey, this is Utah, after all!), but after that he'd never worn it again. Someone was looking out for me and went to his boss to find out the truth of the matter. 

As planned, on Valentine's Day I headed to work, but a single rose and a steaming hot thermos of tea did not accompany me. Instead, I was there to get an answer. I pulled up a folding chair next to him and said that we needed to talk, that I'd heard something and needed to know the truth. I flat out asked him if he was married, and he told me no, he was not. I felt relieved, but still uneasy. A few more minutes passed, and he told me there was something he needed to tell me…but I had to promise that I would not get up and leave. Finally, he admitted the truth to me and I felt the biggest betrayal and heartache I would ever feel in my life. 

So now every year on Valentine's Day—even though I'm happily married now (to someone else)—I cannot help but think about what happened thirteen years ago on this day. Instead of being a day for celebrating love, it's the one day I think about betrayal and my biggest heart break.

Dating Horror Story #3: Ditched at the Dance

His name was Victor . He was a close friend of a friend. We 'd seen each other a few times from a distance. I was in my last year of school, and prom was close. I was very excited, but  I didn’t a date. So, one day in math class, I gathered my courage and sent a text message to him asking if he wanted to be my date for the dance. After a few minutes, and solved 5 math exercises, I got my response and he said YES! WUAHAHAH I was very, very excited! All my friends told me that he was a very hot guy.

The big night came, I wore a white dress very, very small and some silver heels. At about 9 pm he arrived and we went to the party. We arrived very early; the taxi was super fast. As we expected, we went to sit with friends, Gabriela and Paolo. They also were on a date. We talked, we laughed, and we had fun. The music started, and went dancing. WUAHAHAH I was so happy! 

After a while we went to sit down to rest. When we approached the table where my friends were, they were shouting between them. I asked my friend to calm down and tell me what was going on. Apparently, she had danced with her ex-boyfriend and Paolo didn´t like it. (Paolo did not have the right to tell her who and who is not allowed to dance with) They were arguing for a while, then I think they got tired, because they stopped talking.

While I was trying to solve the problem between them Victor was playing with his cell phone all the time. After a while, things calmed down and Victor said he was going to go to the bathroom and he would be back. That what he said! When he left, I tried to talk my friends. Gabriela said she was going to go to an after party where her ex boyfriend was going to go also and the screaming started again.

I spent an hour waiting for Victor to return from bathroom... I thought that he was stuck and was gone by the toilet because there was no trace of him. So I sent Paolo to look in the bathroom to see what had happened. Paolo came back and said Victor was not there. I started looking like crazy to see where he had gone... Gabriela pointed to a spot on the dance floor. Victor was there with a leggy girl in a low-cut dress and little more than mine! That was not even what bothered me the most. It was that they were passing their cell numbers to each other. IN OUR DATE! And also too close while dancing... so very, very close... 

After a while He returned to our table with a smile, a big one. I did not say that I saw him dancing with another girl and I saw him exchange their phone numbers. When he asked if we were going to go to the after party, I told him no, that I was tired from dancing even though I sat for over an hour waiting for him to return of the "bathroom". I said I wanted to go home. He asked me if I cared if he still went to the after party. With a giant smile I said no, that he could go and have fun. The next day Gabriela told me that she saw him with several girls dancing and other things...

Okay, so for some reason I can't get the poll to embed in this post correctly, so the poll is placed in the upper right corner of my blog. Make sure you vote for your favorite story!
Today’s Giveaway

Leave a comment on this blog, (maybe a sympathetic word, or a hug for our contestants, or a dating nightmare of your own) and you’ll be entered to win some signed bookmarks.  Good luck!

Danger In Detroit...

It was a dark and stormy night…

Okay, it really wasn’t, but that’s how my brain remembers it because it was a horrifying experience. I was sixteen. I lived in a nice, safe, middle-class suburb of Detroit, Michigan. My city had this founder’s day festival every year that was a lot of fun. I went with a group of my girlfriends that year and while we were there we met this group of guys our age that didn’t go to our school. Before we left the festival, one of the guys said he wanted to take me out some time and asked for my number. I wasn’t in the habit of giving out my number to strangers, but we’d hung out for a while, he was nice, flirty, and cute. Nothing seemed too weird. I figured why not? He’d probably never call anyway.

A few days later he did call and asked me out for that weekend. I was kind of nervous because I didn’t really know him but I was kind of excited too. He came to my house and picked me up and at first everything seemed fine. When we drove off I asked what we were going to do and he said he couldn’t really afford to do a lot so he just wanted to take me to hang out at his friend’s house. I was okay with that. Money’s never been a big deal to me and I’m really easy going. I love just hanging out with friends so I said that was cool.

He then proceeded to drive me to his friend’s house in one of the worst parts of downtown Detroit. Detroit has a reputation for being a really rough city for a reason. It’s bad. Really, really bad. There are certain parts of the city that you just shouldn’t go. (Especially not if you’re a sort of clueless, upper middle class, sixteen-year-old white girl in a short skirt, and especially not with a guy you didn’t really know!)

As my surroundings got worse and worse I started to get scared, but what could I do? I was in his car. He was driving. I had no cell phone. (This was the nineties, and most teenagers didn’t have cell phones then…) I wanted to ask him to just please take me home, but I also didn’t want to insult him and make him mad. I didn’t want him to think I was some spoiled rich snob or racist. (He wasn’t white.) He was still acting normal, though, and he was nice at least, so I told myself I was over reacting and kept my mouth shut.

This guy took me to a ghetto crack house! Straight up like you see in the movies! I was terrified! When we got there I was afraid to get out of the car, but I was even more afraid not to. I was not in the kind of neighborhood where anyone was safe outside on the street after dark, much less, someone like me.

When he took me inside there were three other guys there and no girls. I recognized two of the guys from the festival but the last guy was new. When I was introduced to him he told me that he couldn’t go to the festival because he was under house arrest and was on a tether! (That is a small electronic device that criminals on a certain kind of probation have to wear around their ankle that will alert the cops if they leave their house.) If he walked any further than his driveway the cops would show up and throw him in jail.


So it was me and four guys in a crack house in ghetto Detroit and one of them was a criminal. I was afraid that these “friends” of my date were his gang brothers and that he’d brought me to be their entertainment for the night or as some sort of initiation thing. This was Detroit. It happened all the time. I watched the news. I wasn’t stupid. I knew I was in a bad situation. I honestly feared for my life. I was waiting for them to do unspeakable things to me and then ditch my body somewhere when they were done.

I was lucky. Or I had angels with me or something. I think I did end up being their entertainment that night, but they didn’t touch me. I think they knew I was scared and they found it amusing. I’m also pretty sure that the guy who asked me out only did so for bragging rights. (Ha, ha, look at the hot little rich white girl I got with me…) He probably lied to all his buddies later that he hooked up with me even though he didn’t.

It was not cool. But when he took me home (after I’d refused all of the alcohol, cigarettes, and drugs they’d offered) I was just grateful to be alive and untouched. I practically ran for my door. He didn’t try to kiss me good night and didn’t say he’d call again, and I considered that an answer to my prayers.

Worst. Date. Ever!

So that's my dating horror story. I'll post the finalists for the Dating Horror Story contest in just a little bit, so stay tuned!

Thursday, February 13, 2014

History of V is for Virgin and interview with the real Kyle Hamilton

This is the Story Behind V is for Virgin and How Kyle Hamilton Came To Be. (It’s a funny story.)

If you’ve read V is for Virgin, you may have noticed that the book is dedicated to Kyle. No, I did not dedicate this book to my fictional rock star. (Though, if Kyle were to ever come to life and ask me, I’d totally tell him I did!) This book was dedicated to my baby brother. AKA Kyle Hamilton.

The story of V is for Virgin all began one random weekday afternoon when my brother stopped by my house to make himself a sandwich. No, I am not kidding. Also, this may have something to do with why Fictional Kyle loves food so much.

My little brother used to work for a pest control company in my town. He was the guy who drove the truck to people’s houses and sprayed so that they didn’t get bugs. (Honestly, considering I have a major phobia of bugs, these guys are my heroes.) Anyway, the job kept my brother driving all around the city all day so every now and then if he was in my neighborhood he would stop by my house for a minute to use the bathroom and raid my fridge. On this particular day where my story starts, it was his need for a turkey sandwich that made him stop by. I have a soft spot for my kid brother, so I gave him full access to my kitchen.

As Kye stood there smearing mayonnaise on bread I was sitting on my couch with my laptop. I was in between story ideas, so I asked him, “Hey, Kyle, I’m going to write another book. What should I write about?”

His response was immediate and completely serious. “Me.”

I raised a questioning brow at him but he wasn’t fazed. He simply continued on. “You should write a book about me. And I want to be a rich, famous, rock star who gets all the chicks. Oh, and my band’s name is Tralse.”

Yes, he was still completely serious.

Some shoving of a turkey sandwich into his face commenced. (And probable some drinking of my last soda, but I can’t quite remember for sure.) But while he ate I actually considered the idea. A “rich, famous, rock star who gets all the chicks” could make a very fun character. But I still needed a story. Well, me, never being one to think much beyond romance, thought, “What if I write a story about the one girl a guy like that couldn’t get? Now, that could be really fun.”

But why couldn’t he get her? What was different about this girl, that she would be immune to the guy who can get anyone?

Because she’s a virgin. And she’s waiting until marriage.


From there my brain started spinning like mad, coming up with this whole plot. I swear I had half the book planned out before my brother left my house. And that’s saying something considering how fast he can eat a sandwich. So… Kyle asked, and he received. Hence the dedication of the book. (Thank you Ky! Love you and your random brilliance!)

While Kyle Hamilton the fictional rock star is named after my brother and is, in a way, his brainchild, the two are still completely different people. Fictional Kyle got his name, his charm, his appetite, and his random band name from my brother, but that’s really where the similarities end. And it’s a good thing too because it didn’t take me long to realize I can’t write a romance story about my little brother! Um, ewe!

It took me a long time developing Kyle’s character before he was completely mine and I didn’t think about my brother and get grossed out every time Val thought he was sexy. It was weird. I will admit it. And it made it a little difficult to write the story at first. But, eventually I made Fictional Kyle so different from Real Kyle that he became my own and now it’s just a funny story that we all joke about.

Now, I am one of five kids. When my other siblings found out that I was writing a book “for Kyle”… well lets just say there were some “you love him the best” comments.  So, I ended up putting all of my siblings and their spouses in the book somewhere. Robin and Cara are my two bestest sisters anyone could ever ask for so naturally they had to be the two best friends. My other brother Jeff and all my brothers and sisters in law got to make appearances as well. Love you too Jeff, Alan, Bethany, Shane and Ani!

My baby sister Cara is really a music junkie in real life, and also, she’s brilliant and talented and wrote the lyrics to “Cryin Shame” for me. (While I may be able to write a book, I CANNOT write songs. I’ve tried. It’s very scary!)  So Cara wrote Val’s song for me because she’s the best!  Love you Cara! Miss your face! Thank you! People love your song! Also, fun fact, Cara and Shane are really married in real life. Shane really does play the guitar in a band and Cara really is his groupie, and they really are sickly shmoopy kissy-face in love. 


Since this is the Battle of the Book Boyfriends, and we’re getting to know Kyle Hamilton today, I thought it would be fun to hear from the real Kyle Hamilton as well!

Name: Kyle Hamilton

Hair: Aubern

Eyes: Hazel

School activities: Dropped out to make it Big

Likes: Food, Family, Outdoors, Music, Sports

Favorite Food: Carbs and Diet Dr. Pepper

Favorite Music: Todays hits, Any thing on the radio Specifically Katy Perry

Favorite Movie: Die Hard Trilogy, Out Cold and all J-Lo movies

Favorite Phrase: No regrets, That and everybody wang chung tonight!

Kelly: And without further adieu, please welcome to the Battle of the Book Boyfriends, the real Kyle Hamilton! Say Hi, Kyle!

Kyle: Hello!

Kelly: So, what’s it like to be related to the coolest, funniest, most brilliant, talented genius on Earth? HA! Kidding. What I meant to ask is, what’s it like to be immortalized as a rich, famous, rock star who gets all the chicks?

Kyle: Not much different, Although I am not rich yet, I am rather famous, I have 80 followers on Instagram and 230 friends on Facebook, Needless to say people know me. I still get all the chicks, I have a wife three daughters and a girl dog. I am definitely popular with the ladies!


Kelly: Do you have groupies yet? Any crazy stalkers?

Kyle: The closest I come to that is my 18 month old daughter follows me around the house most of the time. Usually cause she wants something to eat.

Kelly: What did you think of Fictional Kyle? Was he everything you were hoping for?

Kyle: He was pretty legit, exactly How I envisioned Him.

Kelly: Wait a minute. Did you even read the book?

Kyle: Totally……

Kelly: Have you ever even read any of my books? (And, no, watching the Being Jamie Baker book trailer doesn’t count as reading the book!)

Kyle: I totally read Jamie Baker!

Kelly: Don’t lie.

Kyle: Okay I read the first chapter, I am a horrible Brother. I am proud of you though and what you have accomplished. I just figured if Edward didn’t have to read twilight to get the part than I should be good.

Kelly: It’s okay. I still love you anyway. Maybe I just love my other siblings a little more now. You know, Robin has read ALL of my books. Even the ones not published yet. Even DAD has read my books… I’m just saying…

Kyle: I love you sis!!

Kelly: Who’s better looking: you or the fictional Kyle?

Kyle: Me hands down, we probably have similar dressing styles you with eye liner and all, but My body is way better.

Kelly: Yeah, and who’s more conceited?

Kyle: I think we just established that!

Kelly: If you could cast someone to play you in the movie, who would it be?

Kyle: Probably Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Gosling, Ben Osmond (look him up on FB) or that guy who plays Arrow in the new TV series. We all have very similar Body type!

Kelly: *snort*. Sure you do. Anyway, I think the question we’re all wondering… Why Tralse? What does it mean? Where did you come up with it? And would you really name your band that if you were in a band? Wait… are you in a band?

Kyle: Tralse is the combination of True and False, I think we have all put that on a test at some point in time or maybe a capital T with that little extra line so it could be considered either one at first glance.  It was created when me and my friend Dustin Morden started a band right after high school, we decided on the name because we were going to be sell outs from the beginning and just play the music people wanted to hear, even if we didn’t like it. Thus we gave the impression of truly loving the music when we were just in it for the money. We broke up 3 months later.

Kelly: And last but not least, why should we vote for Kyle Hamilton in the Battle of the Book Boyfriends?

Kyle: Because this is every woman’s dream, we all know that girls love the “Bad boy” and the idea of fixing someone is all they dream about. This story gives women hope everywhere that they can change that rugged, daring, egotistical man into someone that is capable of loving. Plus, any man that can change that much for love, deserves a reward.

Kelly: Thanks so much for stopping by today Kyle! I’m sure your fans appreciate it! Any parting words? Now may be your only opportunity to spill embarrassing secrets about your sister. (Though, I know where you live, so… just saying…)

Kyle: Nope just thank you for the opportunity to be in your books. I am grateful you took my suggestions into consideration as you wrote another book, you’ve always been a good sister, best of luck with your future books.

Kelly: Aww. You see? That’s why I love you the best. Thanks for stopping by today!