It’s Release Day for Sundays with Oliver!

I’ve been talking about this book for so long that there shouldn’t be a lot left to say. But, hey, this is me. I can always find another word or two. Sundays with Oliver felt (feels) very much like the next logical step in my journey as a writer. Once again, I drew on my own life as a jump-off point as my daughter packed up her life and went away to college. I then went on to explore other aspects of mid-life:

  • Becoming an empty nester
  • Having adult children (!!)
  • Taking a moment (or twenty) to look back at everything you’ve done and wonder: has it been enough?
  • Learning to come to terms with loss
  • How our relationships with our parents (or caregivers) change as we grow older
  • Starting a relationship with someone else who’s basically having the same existential crisis you are, so, basically —
  • Being brave enough to take a chance on love

These characters are a little older and a little more bruised and I think that makes their happy ever after all the more sweet.

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Looking for my new release giveaways? Throughout this week, I’ll be visiting friends’ author groups. For a chance at a $5 GC, stop by and comment on my post. It will be easy to find; just look for the cookies!

Jenn Burke’s Epic Adventurers
Felice’s Breakfast Club
Annabeth’s Angels
Amy Aislin’s Readers
Elle Keaton’s Highway to Elle

At each stop, there will be a cookie recipe. Collect the name of every cookie and plug it into this form for a chance to win any complete series from my backlist in ebook format. This last giveaway is aimed at new readers, so if you already have all of my books (Thank you, I love you!) and enter anyway, and win, I will encourage you to gift your prize to a friend.

And, just in case you’re still wondering whether to buy my new book, here are some reviews from two of my favourite authors:

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888 Days Gone

When I finished the main mission in Days Gone, the save screen read: 888 DAYS GONE. I just about felt as though I had been playing for 888 days. Not because it was a slog. Because of the level of immersion I had achieved. The world truly felt 888 days gone.

In actual fact, you start the game at 731 days gone, which is two years and a day after the apocalypse. So I played for 157 days, game time. Deacon and I accomplished a lot in that time.

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The Land of Lost Chapters

There is a place in the heart of every writer where fragments of the stories not yet finished reside. I call mine the land of lost chapters.

Some exist in the physical world—paragraphs or pages in one of the many notebooks dotted about my house. Others live in the nested folders of my OneDrive, separated by genre and world. Still more cling to bare outlines in Notion, little more than an idea, but no less compelling for their lack of detail.

My lost chapters cross genres and range in length from a few opening sentences to a WIP nearing fifty-five thousand words. They’re all ‘the book I’d like to write one day,’ but I know I won’t get back to most of them. But I do like to visit from time to time, especially when I’m between projects and looking for inspiration.

And, because I like to blog, I figured one of these visits might make a fun post. So, sit back and relax as I take you on a tour of the Land of Lost Chapters.

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Stuck Together

Next up on the trope hit list: Forced Proximity.

Although I love this trope—and its cousins, fake relationship and marriage of convenience—I don’t really like the name. Stuck Together sounds better, whether the situation is forced or not, and I do love writing couples who are stuck together—just ask Marc and Henry!

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My Unquantified Life

There’s a scene in Counting on You where Henry shares a memory from his childhood where he tries to count all of the grains of sugar in a single serve packet. His mother interrupts before he gets too far, dusting the sugar from the table while pleading with Henry to stop counting things. She may as well have asked him to stop breathing. Henry doesn’t just love to count things. He needs to. Knowing the quantity of a certain item makes him more than happy. It’s calming and soothing and makes him feel in control of his environment.

How do I know this? Do you really have to ask?

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