In 2013, my dad passed away. It came out of nowhere, and to say I was devastated is an understatement. I had just moved to Evanston, IL to work at Northwestern University as a Residence Director – the college where my grandparents met as undergrads, one town over from where my dad grew up –
On Tuesday last week, I had an anxiety attack that was so severe, I took myself to the ER. It felt like I was dying. Hot and cold flashes, waves of nausea resulting in aggressive dry heaving, the inability to sit still, tightness in my chest. And even though I knew I wasn’t actually dying,
This weekend, I had the absolute joy of attending the Romance Writers of America 2020 Virtual Conference. My original intention was to attend this conference in-person in San Francisco. However, due to the global COVID19 pandemic, this was most certainly no longer an option. Thankfully, the RWA team was able to respond immediately to the
My upcoming release, The Opposite of Falling, has an official cover and it’s gorgeous! Read the synopsis below and make sure to one-click your pre-order! BRIAR MITCHELL is home in Cedar Point – single, broke and unemployed. Back in the town she tried so hard not to get stuck in. A job at the local
Let’s be completely real right now: it is f***ing hard to stay motivated during a global pandemic. I don’t know what your life circumstances are. Every person reading this probably has different levels of stress and anxiety, different personal responsibilities, different financial needs and health concerns and on and on and on it goes. But
Ruby Roberts is heading to Cedar Point to connect with the father who left her behind. A handsome stranger on her cross-country flight isn’t what she’s expecting, but their relaxed smiles and easy conversation leaves free-spirited Ruby wanting something… more. Boyd Mitchell is flying home for some end-of-summer relaxation and time with his favorite people
“Paging Boyd Mitchell. Passenger Boyd Mitchell, please see the closest Summit attendant. Thank you.” The sound of my name over the intercom pulls my eyes from where they’ve been focused on my phone, my attention briefly drawn away from the work that dominates my focus at all hours. I quickly scan the crowded seating area
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you correctly,” she says, letting out a huff of laughter that belies the confusion I can hear in her voice. “Can you say that just…one more time? Because it sounded for a second there like you said…” “I think we should get married.” She freezes, her confusion morphing
When my dad passed away in 2013, I struggled to find ways to manage the emotions I experienced. I tried watching movies, binged television shows like Survivor and The Amazing Race and The Bachelor. I ate – a lot. In May 2014, I picked up my very first romance novel. Fifty Shades of Grey. I
I’m on deadline this month. I’m on deadline and the past few days have been spent in repose on the couch with a stomach sickness that kept me half asleep and unable to work. Well. That’s a lie. I could have forced myself to work. But I would not have been putting forth my best
