Blurb

Since I'm in the final chapters of Falling for Cody, I decided to share the blurb. It is not a sequel to Slay the Demon but it has the same characters. Slay the Demon is Matt and Kimberly's book while Falling for Cody is Cody and April's book. Don't forget to mark your calendars for March 1 for Slay the Demon. Also both books are on Goodreads if you want you add them to your TBR.
Falling for Cody Blurb

Losing her father in the line of duty had April Meyers wary of getting i...nvolved with a police officer. She works as a waitress in her mother’s diner to help out. All she wants is her car to get her back and forth to work and to pay her bills. One man is determined to shake up her life in more ways than she would ever imagine.

Cody Hill is more than his uniform. He has experienced the difficulties of being a police officer, but choses to remain positive. He is good at his job even though he faces the stuff of other people’s nightmares. One of the highlights of his day is going to the diner to flirt with his favorite blonde waitress. To his amazement, April agrees to one date with him.

There is more than mere attraction between April and Cody, but she is scared. She can’t lose another man to his job, so she backs away. Now it’s up to Cody to show April, he is more than a man in uniform. He is a man in love.

Deadline Approaching

So I have 10 chapters done! I'm in the home stretch now. #amwriting #deadlineapproaching #fallingforcody #2017

Small Scene

While I'm working on Chapter 10 of Falling for Cody, I decided to share a scene from Slay the Demon. Happy Friday!

Breathing harder, Kimberly pushed herself in the last mile. Since today was her late day, she laced up her tennis shoes and headed out. She was pushing herself to run ten miles today instead of her normal five.

Nightmares kept her awake for most of the night. Running was one of the few activities that took her mind off those images that wouldn’t leave her alone.

Thirteen years was a long time for nightmares, but at least she didn’t freak out over the least bit of noise anymore. There was a time when she couldn’t leave her house for fear of someone pulling out a gun and shooting her. Thankfully, she was now able to live a semi-normal life in her hometown.

Briar Wall was a small town in West Tennessee. There were a few businesses in town along with several places to eat, but it was still smaller than nearby cities. There was no major highway, let alone interstate within a thirty-minute drive. The town was surrounded by farmland, but it was perfect for her. Everyone knew everyone and everyone knew everyone’s business for the most part. There were still secrets as with any town. One of those lingering secrets was why Dallas felt the need to bring the gun to school. She knew what he told her, but what she didn’t know was the decision made him bring the gun on March 14. Was the date significant? On the other hand, was Dallas’ decision an impulse? Did he plan anything or did he grab the gun on his way out the door?

It was only in the darkest hours that she couldn’t shake the image of Dallas busting into the classroom with his gun and pulling the trigger. Her feet pounded the pavement until she reached her ten-mile marker. Once she reached the marker, she slowed to a brisk walk. Ten minutes later, she unlocked her front door and stepped inside. Toeing off her shoes, she turned the TV on, before tugging her shirt up and over her head. She then used her shirt to wipe off the sweat from her face, neck, and chest.

“It’s too early to say, but we have reports the shooter killed the security guard before starting his rampage of terror.”

Kim paused and stared at the TV. The images were a trip to the past. The red banner at the bottom made her heart stop. An active shooter in a local school. The phrase had the power to bring her to her knees. She didn’t even feel the pain of her knees hitting the wood floor in her living room. She broke out in a cold sweat as she watched the footage of the police setting up a perimeter.

The female reporter was listing all the school shootings in the past two decades. She was comparing them to this latest one. Every school shooting was listed, including her own. There was one marked difference between all of those and this one. It was an elementary school involved this time.

She’d been seventeen at the time of her school shooting. It had been life changing at seventeen. She couldn’t imagine being a child experiencing those horrors. Why would someone pick an elementary school?

They were babies.

In fact, why would someone pick a school at all? It didn’t make any sense. If you were angry or bullied by someone, deal with that person, not an entire school of innocent children.

#slaythedemon #publishingsoon #march1 #2017

Editing

Edits are done on Slay the Demon!!! I have also formatted it for all platforms. I can't wait to release this one. I should have it up for pre-order soon.

Make your calendars for March 1!

Editor

I sent Slay the Demon to the editor yesterday! I also formatted my MS for paperback and actually did the page numbers correctly. Several steps closer to pushing publish!!

While I'm waiting for it to come back from the editor, I am working on my next book. I'm already in Chapter 6 of Falling for Cody.

As it stands, both books will be on the longer side, but I'm sure it's not a problem. Remember, you don't have to read them together, but you will enjoy both stories better if you do.

Surprise!

Since Christmas is less than a week away, I decided to share a small scene with you from my upcoming book, Slay the Demon. #slaythedemon #surprise #2017

*Unedited*

"Cody, what can i get you?" April asked.
"Water will be fine, April," Cody said.
"Still on that no coke thing?" April asked stuffing her order pad in her apron.
"Trying," Cody said smiling.
"Not sure I could give up my coke," April stated.
"No one wants you to give up your coke, April," Matt laughed. "I've seen you when you haven't had one."
"Ha-ha, very funny, Matthew. If you don't behave, I'll make sure to spit in your meatloaf," April warned with her hands on her hips.
"You do that and I'll tell your momma," Matt warned.
April Meyers was Jane Meyers, the owner's yougest daughter. The other two girls worked in the sewing factory on the other side of town.
"Tell momma, I'll make sure she knows why I spit in your food," April joked. "She'll understand."
"Not when the health inspector shows up," Cody remarked with a wink at April.
"Oh please that freckle-face Jimmy Wayne," she said waving her hands. "I babysit his brat for free, he loves me."
"I'm sure his wife, Barb, loves you more," Matt remarked leaning back.
"Probably," April agreed. "Now, Cody, you want your regular?"
"Is Stan cooking?" Cody asked glancing at the window for the kitchen.
"No, he's out sick today," April replied.
"Then no, I want the meatloaf, but without spit," Cody teased.
"I'll make sure to put a little flag on yours so I won't give you Matt's special," April siad with a wink before leaving their table.
"You know I'm worried she might actually spit in my food one day," Matt said glancing at April moving around the tables talking to the customers.

I also have another surpise. While writing Slay the Demon, other characters wanted their stories told. Between edits, I plotted another story and even wrote the complete outline. This never happens so I took it as a sign to write their book. I even have a name: Falling for Cody.

The new book will not be a sequel and takes places between the last chapter and epilogue of Slay the Demon. You will not need to read Slay the Demon, but it will not hurt to read it. This will follow Cody and April's journey. If you want to add it to your TBR list, I already have it up on Goodreads! The pinterest board is also unlocked if you want to take a sneak peak at it.

Jolly Roger

"I see the ferry, it looks like a pirate ship."
"Are you sure?" Kim asked.
"Yes, it has that pirate flag that Captain Hook flies," Maggie replied. "The black one with the bones on it."
"The Jolly Roger," Kim supplied. "Captain Hook's flag is called the Jolly Roger."

#slaythedemon #amwriting #editmode #2017