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Volatile Waters and Dark Books

The order of releases I had scheduled for 2019 have been altered, but I have such a serious reason why. I had released RED WATERS (the third novella in the Tainted Water series) and felt very emotional and lost since that book. I worried for my readers because it was such a tough read for them—Whitney went through unfathomable horrid times—but I ended up suffering also.

 

Due to another commitment in a series with other authors, I wrote Ivy’s Poison. This is another tragic and tough read that I struggled with, believing for the reason of it simply being a dark book.

 

When it was time to get back to back to finishing MIST to stay on schedule, my heart and mind kept getting dragged back to the next in the Tainted Waters series with Volatile Waters. This was supposed to be a standalone novella but has morphed into an epic-sized novel. And it has literally made me ill. I couldn’t understand why this book was so draining until talking with a friend, Michelle, in the book world. It finally dawned on me that one of the villains in this book was too close to home for me. It was hard to learn that I was abused by a certain type of sexual predator.

 

But I pushed on… continued fighting for my health and refused to let this book win.

 

Bound and determined, I wrote and wrote, until coming to a criminal scene Whitney experienced in Red Waters. Her POV didn’t give many details because she felt it was too gruesome to share. Yury felt it was important for readers to see how powerful Whitney really is. So, his POV takes us there and makes us live it.

 

That is when I knew why I felt I HAD to finish this book before I could move on with other releases or my own life. Two of my abusers have passed. They died before I had found my voice. Believe it or not, Yury, a human trafficker, gave me my chance to scream. Through Whitney, he listens to her say all she had to say, and in turn, he let me say all I needed to say.

 

Abusers have no right to do what they do. None.

 

It has been Yury’s determination to force me to see his story, as dark as it is. Now, I know he has been trying to help me all along. I will forever be grateful for his persistence and courage to grow.

 

Writing, I cried so hard as Whitney fought back, so tragically finally letting go of all she had powered through. As I wrote her words and actions, I realized it was me screaming and demanding justice for someone hurting me so deeply.

 

So, yes, I have a very serious reason why I am off my book release schedule, but for the sake of my sanity, it was a must because damaged souls are worth saving.

 

#DamagedSoulsAreWorthSaving

 

 

#IWillNeverGiveStopTheFight

 

 

#CreateLightAndThereWillBeNoDarkness

MY FIRST BLOG!

​Here’s to my first Blog on my new website! This is where all my hard work gets to take form and gives you insight to such a personal journey of mine. And, I’ve gotta say, I’m so happy for it!
As for sharing, I believe it to be a two way street and would LOVE to hear from you, too! Feel free to comment or ask about other subjects. Maybe your comment or question will direct my next Blog. Until then, here’s a little about me…
Due to my husbands work I’m now living in the beautiful Murphy, North Carolina. We were in Austin, Texas (a city that owns part of my soul and always will) so adjusting to the mountains was not as easy as I first thought it would be. For one, it was FREEZING! We unloaded our moving truck in November and there was not enough heat in the universe to warm my shaking bones (Don’t forget, I’m a Floridian). But, my husband had remodeled the home before my girls, Maverick (my Golden Retriever) and Boomer (Chey’s horse) drove in from Austin, and waiting for me was a bay window. My husband pointed proudly and said, “I thought this would be perfect for your desk so you can write with a beautiful view.”
Yes, swoon, I’m a lucky, lucky girl!
Once all moved in I realized that this was more than just a ‘relocation’. This was test.
My younger daughter adjusted well (she’s like her daddy) but my older daughter (a lot like me-poor thing) did not adjust so easily. We both struggled with the different way of life. To mention a couple of differences-you can’t just run down the street when you run out of something; you must drive 35 minutes to reach town. And by no means is there pizza delivery! Yes, Chey, that was for you…
So, I sat at my desk and allowed myself to be immersed into the novel I was presently working on, Haunted Roads. My 4 book series, The Forever Series, was complete and I had also completed Rain, A stranger in the woods Novel, in Austin. And wouldn’t ya know it? The dreary winter  was a perfect view for Haunted Roads, a heavier NA novel. Surrendering to where the Universe thought me best, allowed me to be my best. After typing my last word to a manuscript, I thanked my husband.
Instead of regretting the move I embraced it and enjoyed one of the most beautiful Springs and Summer of my life! Thank you Murphy and thank you to my husband-that bay window was just what I needed…