Friday, May 17, 2013

Cover Reveal: Addicted to You

So pleased today to be participating in the cover reveal for Colina Brennan's latest, Addicted to You!


When twenty-one-year-old Leah Carter's latest one night stand burglarizes her apartment, her roommate forces her to attend therapy for sex addicts. Leah insists she isn't a sex addict; she just doesn't do relationships. After all, sooner or later, everyone lets you down.

At first, the group sessions are little more than an education on how to be promiscuous. Until she meets the newest addict—blue eyes, killer body, and a smile that tempts relapse.

Psychology student Will McLean is posing as a fellow addict while researching a case study on unusual addictions. But the more he learns about Leah, the more certain he is that his desire to break through her walls and unearth her secrets has nothing to do with his assignment.

As the uncertainties spike alongside the sexual tension, the only thing Leah knows for sure is that falling in love would be disastrous. Too bad love might be one addiction she can't kick.


About the Author

Colina Brennan is a new adult writer with a love for the fantastical and the romantic. When she isn’t writing, she’s attached at the hip to her kids or chasing her dog or daydreaming about what she wants to write next.

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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

talking to the people in my head

The characters in my book are like particularly irritating co-workers some days.

Me: Okay, I think I'm going to have you go ahead and do THIS.

Protagonist: How about NO?

Me: No, seriously.

Protagonist: COME AT ME, BRO.

Second Protagonist: What, is she trying to tell you what to do again?

Protagonist: Yeah, can you believe it?

Second Protagonist: Wanna have sex instead?

Protagonist: That sounds like a plan.

Me: Guys. GUYS. OH MY GOD, I AM NOT WATCHING THIS. PUT THAT AWAY.

Antagonist: Are you ready for me yet?

Me: (distracted) What? No, just...go back to lurking in the background like a spectre of things to come or some shit.

Antagonist: Are they having sex over there?

Me: NO.

Antagonist: Cause, it looks like they're having sex.

Me: YOU. NOW. WITH THE LURKING.

Antagonist: I never get to have sex.

Completely New Protagonist: Hey, can I get in on this?

Me: BRB. BAZOOKA BARFING.

Friday, May 10, 2013

This.

Whelp.

It took 38 years to make the decision to give this a go. Admittedly, leaving it a bit late. But definitely not TOO late.

I blame a woman called Ann Ahalt.

In 6th grade, I had a life threateningly embarrassing teacher crush. The weird, non-sexual ones that kids get on adults who give them exactly what they need at the moment that they need it. Mrs. Ahalt shamelessly encouraged my writing talent at a time when I felt that my entire existence boiled down to knees, elbows, braces and the unfortunate haircut I'd been saddled with since 5th grade. (And maybe the slightly less non-sexual crush that I had on Matt Barger.)

Something I wrote was entered into a contest, which won me and my glorified deity of an educator a place at an awards dinner where I thought that I might just expire from pure pride. This, I thought, it's all about THIS.

To this day, writing still makes me forget about knees, (which ache sometimes) elbows (small ones, that I find in my face when I wake up) and my unfortunate haircut. (It's actually falling out.) As for Matt Barger, I hope he realizes what a freaking 11 year old catch he missed out on all those years ago.

When it comes to authorship, I'm a toppings kind of girl. At least, up until now, the writing I've done is like the fixings at the all-you-can-eat sundae bar. I liked the bits that make the ice cream look pretty, the details, rather than having to stand there and laboriously pull the handle to create the swirly framework. But, without the ice cream, you have a whole load of toppings in a bowl with nothing to stick to. (Plus, gummy bears and M&Ms are revolting together, no matter WHAT my eldest daughter believes.) I have yet to create the perfect sundae.

But now I'm committed, see?

The handle of my soft machine is kind of shit, if I'm honest. The pressure is bad, I manage to only get small dollops out at a time and sometimes there's an air bubble and I end up with sticky stuff all over my shirt. Annoyingly, sometimes I decide that I want a different flavor halfway through, so I have to go back and change the mixture. (Just like my commitment to writing, I committed to this metaphor two paragraphs ago, okay? I'm going to see it through.) However, it is MY soft serve machine and if I want a banana split, I'm going to have to keep at it.

Okay, I'm done with that now.

So pull up a cone, I guess, and stick around.

(Really done.)