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I officially decided to talk about my current WIP, and you guys are so epically amazing and blew it up on Tiktok.

Since then I’ve gotten more questions, and interest than I ever imagined. So I wanted to make sure I got as many as I could in this post.

What is the book about?

I don’t have the official blurb ready for you all yet. But basically its a book with a diverse set of characters, each from a different cultural background, with powers that are are used to solve significant issues within the community.

Iris- Native American

Was granted powers when she passed away on the grounds of an old boarding school, and uses them to help locate missing indigenous girls and may or may not feast on the darkness in the hearts of those who prey on them.

Shaquaya- Black

Used hydrokinesis to solve the Flint water Crisis and provides clean energy to black communities.

Santos- Mexican

Uses his cloaking powers to help families safely cross the border.

And without giving away too much of the plot, they’re up against an evil organization that aims to harness the energy of the pain of people of color and use it to take over the world.

What Genre will the book be?

New Adult Paranormal Romance, and it will definitely be steamy. You won’t have to choose between the two love interests, because I think that she can have both and kick ass at the same time. Obviously the main character is Bi, so there will be wlw scenes as well as FMF group scenes.

When will the book release?

Initially, I said September 1st. But with all the interest in the book I want a few extra weeks to make sure that it’s written well and I can do the story justice. Plus it gives my team extra time to bring it through edits and work on the files.

So long story short, I’m aiming for mid September instead. I’m not going to give an exact date just yet, because it helps keep my anxiety disorder from eating my creativity alive.

Sign up for my Email List and you’ll get an email alert when it goes live!

BLURB REVEAL on August 10thCOVER REVEAL ON AUGUST 15th

That’s all I have for now, but if you follow me on Tiktok Instagram and Facebook for more updates!

And if you want to hang out and discuss my books, or steamy romance in general feel free to join my Facebook group

 

First, I want to say thank you to each and every one of the readers who were understanding in the past year. Developing a panic disorder turned my world upside down, and I needed a little bit of time to process and learn new ways to cope. Over the past year, along with therapy and medication, I’ve grown to miss creating characters and stories. I’ve realized that a lot of time I use the characters to work through major events in my life, and it was only a matter of time until I found my way back to the keyboard.

There are a few things that I’m going to be doing differently this time, to take the most care of my mental health.1.) No more preorders

Preorders and harsh deadlines are super helpful for business as an author, and I know they’re important to most readers to make sure they don’t forget the release of a book. But they also contribute to my anxiety disorder, and the story gets distorted when I start trying to push myself to write just to meet deadlines.

So in the future, all my books will be live releases.

2.) Suprise Releases

I’ll be giving a general time frame for when books should be out, but when it comes down to it it’ll be a surprise, for you AND me. If I get the book done before the allotted time, surprise! You get a new book. But for the most part I’m going to give myself however much time the universe needs to feed me the story.

3.) I’ll be writing whatever the f*** I want.

A big thing that contributed to my panic disorder was the imaginary feeling that I had to write certain things a certain way because that was what I thought readers wanted.

I love you guys more than life itself, but you’re about to get whatever book pops out of my head.

Three lovers? Cool!

Two lovers? Awesome!

Just one? Know that bitch is going to be spicy either way.

The universe grants me with the best stories when I’m caring for myself and my family. I’m determined to do both for you and for myself.

NEW LOGO NEW HEADSHOTNEW ME

One thing that was really important for me coming back was that I did a rebrand so my brand actually felt like me. One central thing that we’re going to get out of my knew writing is that I wanted to make it feel like my heart bleeds into every story I write, with a dark and devilish twist.

   

I’m super happy with it and I love how it turned out.

Plus the merch is about to go CRAZY.

What will happen to my current series?

A question I get a lot is about my current series, both finished and unfinished.

Heaven’s Devil & Eden Series - Finished by the end of the year

Silvermoon Book- will be finished, but no timeline.

Young and Elite Series- 2023 reboot? (is that a thing? it is now. A completely new edition of the story)

Up and Smoke series- 2023 Edits and alternate ending added to the book.

Vampires & Vendettass- No current plans for second book, but in the future!

I know there is an issue with a few Silvermoon books being down on amazon because of edits that need to be made. I’m going to have my team get on it soon, and hopefully they should be available again sometime this month.

So, what happens next?

I’m working on a new book! I’ve hinted about it on TikTok and Instagram .

That is going to get it’s own post, which you can check out here!

Just know that it’s going to be real, raw, and steamy as hell. 😈

That’s all I have for you all right now.

I just wanted to say a quick shoutout to anyone else out there battling their mental illness, and I know there are a fuck ton a lot of us out here, we got this.

  

*THIS IS AN UNDEITED, ROUGH DRAFT CHAPTER. SUBJECT TO CHANGE, ANY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS WILL BE FIXED IN POST.

A wise woman, once wrote a riddle. 

What is a beacon of hope to one person, and a set of shackles to another?

A pregnancy test, that’s what. 

Okay, I’m the wise woman. 

But in my defense, that hard earned wisdom came from years of shitty men, and even more pregnancy scares. 

Not enough to scare me straight, apparently, because there I stood, hovered over the bathroom sink once again walking the thin line between both sides of the coin of fate. 

Two small lines of smeared pink ink. 

How could just the thought of something so small make my stomach contort into more knots than a boy scout could ever dream of?

Two words- Eli Jameson, playboy extraordinaire. 

“Piper?” His knock sounded on the bathroom door and made me jump. “How’s it going in there?” 

I narrowed my eyes at the sound of Eli’s voice. These days, that was all it took to summon a rush of angry memories that I would have rather stayed buried. 

Pictures of naked girls in his phone, late night phone calls he swore were his mother, the evidence wasn’t just there, it was staring me in the eyes like a weird old man at a gas station telling me I’m the prettiest woman in the world. 

Fuck, I wished a weird old gas station man was my only problem in life. 

“Fine.” I tried my hardest to hold back the rasp of anger in my voice. 

“Why don’t you open the door, and we’ll wait for it to develop together?” I could hear the smile on his lips. 

That was the worst part about all of this, the way he was able to act like everything was okay. He was the king of all narcissists, but you know what they say about red flags.

Some bitches just think they’re at a carnival.

“No thanks.” I fought back the sting of all the words that wanted to fall from my lips instead. 

For a daycare worker, I had a pretty colorful vocabulary, and I wasn’t afraid to use it.

He had no clue that I knew about all the women he’d slept with behind my back, and that was the way I liked it. At least until I knew whether or not I’d be stuck dealing with the prick for the rest of my life- and not in a good way. 

“Just remember, no matter what happens, we’ll get through this together.” Eli’s voice slithered its way through the cracks of the door like the snake that he is.

My body tensed up at the words.

Out of any other man’s mouth, they would have meant something. Maybe it would have even been comforting. But the fact that he’d texted the exact same thing to a different woman, during their pregnancy scare made it nothing more than a proverbial slap in the face. 

"Yeah." My eyes trailed up to the mirror, and in that instant I realized that I didn't even recognize myself anymore. 

I didn't remember the redhead with tired eyes and an angry scowl. That was never me. 

But years of adulting had worn me down to nothing more than a shadow of the once bright eyed girl I was. 

I closed my eyes and tried to feel her, memories of years at the orphanage flashing behind my eyes as I did. I was the "mom" of the small group of kids who were never adopted. The guardian of the unwanted. 

If I tried hard enough, I could almost recreate the bubble of excitement that I'd had for the future- almost. I couldn't wait to grow up, and have a kid of my own so I could love it in all the ways that my parents had apparently never loved me. 

Every night before I fell asleep I'd imagine all the ways I'd play with them, and all the things I'd say. 

But, like all my childhood dreams, that one was sent out to the pasture years ago like Bessy the cow.

I'd managed to get a job at a daycare center to satisfy my case of baby fever, but it still wasn't enough to keep it at bay. 

I wanted a baby, I really did. 

Just not with a man whose cock has seen more pussy than an animal shelter. 

The timer on my phone pulled me from the dark pit of my thoughts, and I was sucked back into reality. 

This was it. 

The moment of truth. 

With a terrified gulp, and more courage than I even knew I had, I glanced down at the test. 

One line. 

A rush of emotion flushed over me. It was mostly relief and hope, but deep down, past the years of passive aggression, lay the slightest bit of disappointment at the possibility being ripped out from underneath me like a tattered old rug.

"Well?" Eli groaned. "Don't keep me waiting." 

Oh I won't. My jaw clenched so tightly that I had to grip the edge of the counter for moral support. 

It was like he was just asking to be punched in the face. But no, that would be too simple of a fate for the likes of him.

If there was one thing I'd learned after sixteen years in an orphanage, it was the art of tactful revenge, and I'd rather die than let Eli live one more day without knowing the sour taste of it. 

I reached for the doorknob, and as soon as I gripped it a searing hot pain swept through my entire arm, followed by a flash of images inside my head. 

A large castle. 

A roaring fire.

A set of emerald green eyes staring into my soul. 

"Ouch! What the hell?" I recoiled.

"That's it, I'm coming in." 

Without letting another second pass by, the lock on the knob popped and Eli helped himself inside the small bathroom.

"Why the hell is the knob so hot?" My injured hand throbbed.

"What are you talking about?" 

I watched as he wrapped his fingers around the smooth metal effortlessly, without so much as flinching. 

Weird.

"I don't know, I think I'm imagining things." I admitted with a hint of doubt in my voice.

"It's probably the stress, babe." 

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around me. 

I cringed.

The worst part was it felt genuine. It was like deception was his super power.

But little did he know, petty revenge was mine. 

His head turned in the direction of the negative test, and I felt the tension in his shoulders loosen. 

"Oh thank god!" He breathed a sigh of relief.

I glared up at him, my eyes like two hot daggers against his skin. 

He knew how much I wanted a baby, and he didn't know that I knew he was a cheating whore. 

Which meant he was just being a dick. If I had actually been hoping for one, that would have hurt like a bitch to hear him say. 

"I mean, there's nothing wrong with a kid. But I just don't think we're ready." He fumbled to recover.

"Right." I agreed, my voice nothing more than monotone shadow. 

"Well, I have to get to the gym before work. I'll see you after?" 

"Of course." 

Not. 

He didn't know it yet, but by the time he made it back to the apartment that we shared, I'd be long gone. 

I didn't know where, or how, but I'd make it happen.

After no more than sixty seconds, the front door closed with a solid thud, and I was left to deal with the thick silence that was left behind. 

"Yeah, he's really upset." I scoffed to the stale air, and brought my injured hand into the light.

Immediately my eyes gravitated to the star shaped birth mark in the center of my palm, or maybe it was a scar. It wasn't like I'd had the chance to ask my birth mom how I'd gotten it, but the people who ran the orphanage said it was there when I'd arrived.

I blinked at it a few times.

Was it darker than normal? 

No. 

I shook the thought from my brain. 

It was stress. Almost baby daddy stress- the worst kind in my humble opinion. 

With a shake of my head it was gone and my mind was free to fill itself with all the delicious ideas for revenge. 

"Piper?" 

A scream ripped its way through my throat on the way out of me. 

"Holy shit Megan!" I clutched my chest at the sight of my best friend's reflection in the mirror behind me. "How the hell did you get in here?" 

An evil grin stretched across her face as she held up the shiny spare key we kept above the frame of our apartment door. 

"I knew I should have never told you about that key. You're a menace." Her smile spread to my face too. 

"The best kind of menace." She teased before she threw her bright yellow box braids in a bun on top of her head. 

That made my smile grow even more. 

She was ready to get into shit. Like, really get into it. 

"Please tell me it was negative, babe." She pleaded. 

I threw a hot look in her direction, unsure of what she meant, before I slid the test across the counter. 

One look was all it took for the sigh of relief to flood out of her lungs. 

"Oh thank god." Megan clutched at her chest, and grabbed a handful of the yellow fabric of her shirt as she did. 

She always wore yellow, it was like her token color. I remembered the first day she walked into the orphanage when we were five. The yellow bow in her hair perfectly complimented the gorgeous dark tones of her skin. 

From that very first day she was a ray of sunshine- a sarcastic one at that. 

"No offense, but that child would have been born without a single thought in its little head. Eli isn't known for his brains." She smirked. 

"No, he's known for getting brain from every woman he can get his hands on." I grumbled and tossed the pee stick in the nearby trash can. 

"Speaking of that-" She held a manicured finger in my face, opened her purse, and rummaged through, before she pulled out a tub of industrial glue and a folder stuffed with papers.

"What, no cement bags in there?" I raised a brow. 

"Unfortunately, I left all my cement bags at home. But look at this." She slammed the can down with a metallic clink. "But I did bring copies of every screenshot of evidence that we have." 

She looked up at me and her brown eyes were full of mischief. 

It didn't take long to put two and two together.

"I like where this is going." 

***

I set the nearly empty can of glue down with a grunt, and wiped the beads of sweat from my brow.

"Well? What do you think?" Megan said with a smile that was almost to eager to be legal. “I’d say we have a pretty decent shot at careers in home renovation wherever we go next, right?”

I glanced around the apartment, every inch of the walls covered in the screenshots and naked photos that Eli had sent. Not even the flatscreen was spared. 

The frame of the front door creaked against my weight as I leaned against it.

"I think it's our best work yet." My arms crossed in front of me as I admired.

My eyes flickered to Megan. Her smile was probably bigger than mine. 

"You don't have to come with me, you know." My gaze fell awkwardly to the ground. 

Growing up the way that we did, forced to figure life out on our own, talking about feelings wasn't really our strongest suit. 

I knew that, and so did she. But somehow we still managed to make our friendship work, even after all these years. 

I kicked the single trash bag on the floor that held everything I owned. 

"It'll be our third move in the last five years. That's rough." I continued to play with the bag on the floor.

Megan rolled her eyes at me before rummaging through her purse again, this time pulling out a can of bright red spray paint. 

"What the fuck? How-" 

"Shhhhhhhh. A black queen never divulges her secrets." She smirked. 

Without another word she walked to the farthest wall in the living room, and I watched her do her thing. 

When she was finished she made her way back to me in the doorway. I tried to hold back my smile, but I couldn't.

"Where you go, I go. That's the deal boo." She pulled me into a hug, and I hugged her back. "Now let's get the hell out of here, because the only exception to that deal is jail."

She scooped up my trash bag and started off down the hall. 

With one final glance over my shoulder, I read the words she'd plastered across the wall.

Eli Jameson is a Fugly Slut. 

Yes. Yes he is. 

 

I've been missing for the past couple of weeks because I've been reflecting on this bad ass journey we call life, and how my career fits into it. Lately I've been dealing with an overwhelming sense of dread when it comes to putting books out, and it took me a while to realize what it was that was stopping me from putting out my normal amount of books.

I've signed on for projects that I simply didn't want to write, in interest of my readers. I'd chosen projects that you would all like, with disregard for my creative process.

Don't get me wrong, I love you all so so so much! And I know I'm the one who set the preorder in the first place, but after a lot of reflection I've noticed some things.

1.) Setting pre-orders gives me anxiety and doesn't allow me to go with the flow of life. The preorders themselves give me the anxiety that keeps me from writing words.

2.) I've set preorders for some awesome books, that I know readers would love, but my brain and heart just don't want to write.

Those two things have set me up for inconsistency in my career, as well as led to dissapointment on both sides.

So, with a heavy but hopeful heart, I'm cancelling Witch Wars.

And from this point forward the only preorders I'm setting are for series continuations, and they'll be set at the maximum amount they can be ahead and simply moved forward when the book is completed.

All standalones and new projects will only be put up for preorder when the book is completely finished, or be live released both to help with my mental health, but to also be transparent with you all about what I'm capable of.

Life on this floating rock in the middle of space is a trippy enough experience, and I've made a vow to stop making it harder for myself.

From here on out, I promise to be nothing but the most authentic version of myself.

I appreciate all of you so so much.

I just want to make sure I update everyone about a big mishap regarding the fourth Silvermoon Book. It released yesterday on the 4th, and today it was brought to my attention that there was an error with the file conversion that cut out an entire chapter of the book, and half of another chapter.

This is something that was a glitch in the system I used to convert the files, and I did not know when the book was put up for order. I apologize to anyone who may have read the initial version, but the book is now going through review and should be up very soon corrected!

Again, I thank all of you for all of your support and love. I appreciate every one of you!

Today is my unofficial, official one year anniversary of making the decision to become an author!

To be honest, I don’t remember the exact date. I should have written it down, and I would have if I had known how far I would get. But in light of that, I’m officially claiming January 15th, 2020 as the day I decided to really follow my dreams and go for the life I wanted to live.

And boy, did it change my life.

I am more than grateful for every single one of you guys. You may have thought you were just reading my books, and enjoying a story but in all reality every page you read brought me closer and closer to that goal.
You all mean much more to me than I could ever express!

So in honor of the first year in my career, here are some things that I’ve learned that I wished I would have realized sooner.

1.) Not everyone is going to like what I write, and that’s okay.

This one took a while to come to terms with. Not everyone who picks up my work is going to resonate with it.

In fact, some people will pick it up and hate it, then proceed to tear it to shreds in the reviews and comments. Sometimes for good reason, and sometimes for no reason at all.

That was probably the hardest to come to terms with, but I remind myself for every person that hates my books, every one star review. there are three or four positive reviews.

2.) More and faster doesn’t mean better.

For the first year I pushed myself a lot. I published multiple books a lot of months, stayed up late, and got up early. I worked harder at it than I’d ever worked at anything in my life, and I learned that even just publishing once a month or once every two months is acceptable too if it means that I don’t burn out and can never publish again.

The readers that care and are there for the story won’t mind.

3.) Break days are just as important as writing days.

I struggle with my mental health. Borderline Personality Disorder and anxiety, which is an exhausting combo. On top of that when I released multiple times a month I found myself lacking in time to care for my mental health. Over the past year I’ve learned to count my rest days as “work” days too, because I am working. Working on getting my shit together to be able to continue to write!

4.) Numbers aren’t everything.

I fell into the trap of thinking my worth as an author was based on how big my social media presence was. If my video didn’t have a million views or my insta didn’t have thousands of followers, then I wasn’t doing something right.

Since then I’ve shifted my thinking, which definitely stemmed from society. My followers aren’t numbers, they’re people. Are part of the big happy Storm Queen family.

In the scheme of social media followers, five thousand on instagram isn’t very many, but if five thousand people showed up to a book signing just to see me, I’d be ecstatic.

Mindset is everything.

5.)Lastly, the law of attraction is everything.

I attribute all of my success to the dedication I have to the law of attraction. If you don’t believe in it, that’s completely cool, but this lesson ties into my mindset lesson.

Mindset is everything.

I didn’t start seeing the success that I have until I put some practices in place that helped me see the world through different eyes, and thus work harder toward my goals.

I used an app on my phone to create a vision board. I filled it with photos of things that I wanted in life, like to make crazy amounts of money, have a happy marriage, feel like a good mom, etc. Twice a day the app sends me a notification that it’s time to look at my vision board, and I do so religiously still. Once I started accomplishing things on it, I took them off and added new things to it.

I used an app called Toobee to program affirmations to alert me on my phone every hour for ten hours a day. So every day I get ten messages that I read off and speak into the universe. This one has been powerful, because I’ve found that a few days after I put in an affirmation, it comes true.

I meditate every day on the things that I want to accomplish, but also just in general to learn how to quiet my mind and help my mental health.

Things I’ve accomplished in my first year:1.) I went full time writing

I’m so grateful to be able to do what I love full time. I made it work doing it with a full time job, and sacrificed a lot of hours with my family, but now my husband and I can both stay home and be present for our toddler’s lives thanks to my readers.

2.)Published 14 books

Speaks for itself.

3.)Published One audiobook4.)Exceeded my financial goals5.)Hit over 100k followers on TikTok

My goals for year two1.) Get Every Book I have out on Audiobook2.)Publish 12 more books3.) Become a USA Today Best Seller4.) Hit 500k on TikTok

I’m so excited for the year ahead, and I’m working every day to make my books better for you every day. Thank you for coming along on my journey.

We thought 2021 was going to be different, but its turning out to be crazier than 2020! Because of the current political climate and the way that it is affecting book sales and how many people are reading for leisure (which aren't many) I've had to make the tough business decision to push the release of Heaven's Devil back another month. The book itself is nearly finished, but I want to give it the best chance to succeed and it's looking like in the current climate of world events, the algorithm just isn't favoring authors releasing amidst the turmoil. As a result my entire release catalog will be pushed back as well by a month. I apologize for any inconvenience to readers who have been waiting for books to release, but when it comes down to it, this is my business and I have to make tough business decisions. I hope you guys understand and I pray you will all still read when it comes time to release at the beginning of February. <3

I just wanted to update you all on some things that will be new when it comes to my career! Gaining traction on TikTok has been such a blessing, and I appreciate every one of the readers that I get from there! But there has been a lot going on behind the scenes that you're not fully aware of that affects my productivity.

I've had an influx of random accounts and other authors commenting horrible things and leaving negative reviews on my books because of jealousy. I made the mistake of posting in a group for authors and sharing about my success and, as such, have attracted a lot of unwanted attention.

I have severe anxiety and depression, which has not been very good for my mental health. These comments have touched on some of my biggest insecurities about my writing and my career and I'm trying my hardest not to give up on it all because I know I'm stronger than that.

So because of that I'm making some changes that I hope are okay with you all. To improve the quality and lengths of my books I'll only be publishing one book a month to give me time to make it longer, but also to give me and an editor time to review it to get it as close to error-free as I can.

I'll be pushing Silvermoon three back again. (sorry!) for this reason, but because of that it will be longer and hopefully a smoother read.

And I'll be getting an assistant to help me manage my Facebook groups and social media comments, so I don't have to see the ones with less than pure intentions.

I apologize for any annoyance with me constantly moving releases, but they'll be solidified more within the coming few weeks. I've always tried to be as open and honest with you all as I can, and I want to continue to do that.

I'm not perfect, I've struggled with these mental health issues for a long time, and I think that's part of the reason why I'm able to write things with so much emotion.

And because of that, I always need to find new ways to do things.

So long story short, I will be publishing on a slower schedule, but I hope that it helps eliminate some of my insecurities and increase my books' quality. I hope you all understand

Well Hello there dragons!

It’s been a while since I’ve posted on my blog, but I wanted to share an exciting update in the Eden series, which I know a lot of you are excited about! I’ve officially commissioned my cover artist for a fourth cover, meaning that the series will officially get another book!

This will hopefully be the last in the series, but you never know. I’ve had to push the deadline a few times because of the election, personal life, and COVID, but the third book will be done this week if it kills me, and it will release soon after!

Thank you so much for all of your support and patience, this year had been a crazy one, as we all know. And I am more grateful for my readers now than ever. You guys have changed my life in more ways than you could ever know, and I’m so excited to see where my career goes!

If you want to see what I’m up to on a day to day basis, be sure to follow me on instagram or Facebook!

Hey hey hey all you beautiful dragons!

I’m super excited to get to unveil something super exciting!

So first of all, if you haven’t read my book Up in Smoke yet, go freaking do it! It’s my absolute best book ever. And while the cover was gorgeous, it needed something a little more on brand with my other books!

I’ve been writing for over six months now, and my other covers all had a certain look that Up in Smoke just didn’t have.

Well no more! I’m so excited to unveil these new covers for the duet!

You can grab the first book here!

Pre-order Book Two Now