WORLDS APART

“No matter how many worlds apart we were, I knew I would never forget him.”

WORLDS APART, available March 1st!

Worlds Apart

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WORLDS APART Writing Playlist

“Words make you think a thought.  Music makes you feel a feeling.  A song makes you feel a thought.”   – E. Y. Harburg

I think music inspires most of us in one way or another.  This is a list of the songs that inspired me as I wrote WORLDS APART.  The first two in the left column inspired the basis of the entire novel!

Do you know any of them?  What kind of music inspires you?

Worlds Apart Playlist

Worlds Apart, Meet Therran

Poor Therran. She thought parallel universes were only a theory, and that shapeshifters were just a myth. Silly little human. She’s always been good at running away from her problems, but this time, there’s nowhere to hide.  WORLDS APART, coming to you March 1st!

WA Character Profiles Therran

Worlds Apart, Meet Decklan

Check out Decklan, the mysterious, sexy hero in WORLDS APART, coming to you March 1st!

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BOOK RELEASE: MARCH 1ST

Worlds Apart

WORLDS APART

Therran is cute, funny and extremely down to earth but she has a major problem. Someone, or something, wants her dead. The powerful, sexy, Decklan, whose origins are mysterious, was sent to protect her, but she would rather fend for herself. Unfortunately, she has no idea what she’s up against. Through a series of close calls and unexplainable circumstances, she finds herself relying on Decklan, as she gets pulled further into his world, a place she could never have imagined.
 
WORLDS APART follows Therran on a romantic journey filled with laughter, mystery, and suspense. Therran moved to the Tennessee Mountains hoping for a fresh start in life. But as she was being stalked by something “otherworldly” from inside the woods behind her house, she quickly realized there was more to reality than she thought. She fell into an unbelievable world full of shape-shifters, parallel universes and…whatever Decklan was. With his dark, sexy looks and his powerful presence, Therran is instinctively drawn to him, but the fact that they are from two separate worlds makes things complicated.

AI Romance Authors

robot romance author

So apparently artificial intelligence took a shot at writing romance, and the hilarious results indicate that metal brains will not be taking over my writing genre anytime soon.

Check out this article written by Elle O’Brien, filled with the most “romantic” titles robots could come up with.

Enjoy!

The Girl in the Rain

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She walked along the city street, in a sea of strangers, on a cloudy day.  Thunder crashed violently overhead, but she didn’t flinch.  In fact, she barely even noticed.

She was always disconnected from the people around her, never really belonging in any place or situation.  Maybe it was the way she viewed the world, or just the way the world viewed her.  Most of her existence was unnoticed and insignificant.  She was easily forgettable, which she tried to see as an advantage, but it didn’t feel like one.  All around her, people laughed and connected, but she always stood on the sidelines, just outside of the action, watching it unfold but never participating in even the slightest sense of the term.  She watched, and wished that she could find her place, but eventually realized there was no place for her here.

A stranger bumped into her without so much as an ‘excuse me’, and for the millionth time that day she wondered if she existed at all.  People often looked through her, and she worried that she had in fact died but not realized it yet, and that nobody could see her because she no longer existed.  She felt truly invisible, and the emptiness inside was so deep and so dark that even a black hole itself could be overtaken in the vacuum of nothingness that resided within her soul.

It’s not that she didn’t want to connect.  It’s that something inside of her, woven into the very core of her being, couldn’t connect.  She was one to ask, but never to be asked.  She was one to care, but never to be cared about.  She was one to listen, but never to be heard.  She was called mysterious, but she wasn’t mysterious at all.  She was practically screaming, “I’ll tell you anything you want to know!”  But that’s the thing.  No one really wanted to know anything about her.  She worried what people thought of her, but eventually came to understand that nobody thought of her at all.  She had so much to share, but nothing to offer.

Sometimes she hated herself.  She knew she was a broken-down mess of a soul. She just wished the others couldn’t see it so well.  If she could have cried, she would have.  But the emptiness ran so deep that she no longer felt sadness.  Just an overwhelming numbness overtaking her very essence, what made her who she was.  She felt nothing.  She was nothing.

She’d never been popular, and she pretended it was by her choice, but she knew that wasn’t the reason.  It was because no matter how hard she tried to connect, she just couldn’t.  Nobody really cared, not the way she did.  And in the end, maybe that was her own fault.  Caring too deeply and thinking too much.  This kind of existence could torture a soul.

It had been raining, but she barely noticed.  Even though her hair was dripping, raindrops hung off her lashes and her clothes clung tightly to her cold body, she barely felt it, had barely felt anything in so long she’d almost forgotten how to feel at all.

She stopped in her tracks, on the city sidewalk and looked up into the dark, gray skies.  The ice-cold rain slammed across her face, invoking a numbness upon her skin that matched the numbness inside her soul.

Maybe she wasn’t meant for this world.  Or maybe it was her purpose to walk across the Earth like a ghost.  Unnoticed, ignored and easily forgotten.  To be looked at, but never truly seen.  To be listened to, but never truly heard. To be there, but never to belong.

She closed her eyes against the onslaught of lightning, and as everyone else ducked for cover she held out her arms and prayed Grimm would come for her.  But in order for death to take her, she would first have had to live, and she never quite made it that far.  She rarely felt anything anymore, just went through the motions in a world that was too bright to notice her insignificant, dim light.

She would never belong to this place, to these people.  She would never be enough for this place, for these people.  Her quiet voice would never be heard among the shrieking of the others, and anymore, she wasn’t sure she wanted to belong here anyway.

She put one foot in front of the other, water filling her shoes and sending a chill straight to her tired bones.  If she felt anything at all she would’ve shivered.  But she didn’t feel anything now, and she didn’t shiver.

She turned down a dark alley, the grayness and rain obscuring the view of her silhouette as it disappeared around the corner, and just like that…she was gone and forgotten.

The hustle of the city street forged ahead, and nobody missed a beat.  One was left to wonder…did she ever truly exist at all?

 

 

 

 

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