New Release Promo: Ash Rising by Melissa Fox

My dear friend, Melissa Fox, released her new novel today. I’m so proud to have been even a small part of this book. She’s taken the romance genre and added a little twist with her hero, Ash. It’s so hard not to love this guy, even when you want to smack him. Romantic suspense lovers should head on over to Ms. Romantic Reads to check out the excerpt. You can even win a gift card and a free copy for your Kindle. The link is below!

New Release Promo: Ash Rising by Melissa Fox (#Excerpt + #Giveaway).

Cover Reveal: Ash Rising

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New Novel from Melissa Fox

Guys. Guys! M’s preparing for the release of her upcoming novel on May 19, so I thought I’d share the cover with you here on FFYW. You know I’m almost as excited and proud as I’d be if I’d written it myself. She’s done something so different, so fresh, and I can’t wait to see what everyone thinks. Until we all get our hot little hands on it, here’s a peek at the cover. Drool with me!

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Here’s the summary, so you can start with the grabby hands:

Infiltrating an international drug cartel is the dangerous chance of a lifetime for Asher Beaulieu of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Falling in love while running the op isn’t part of the plan, but he never had much use for plans anyway. Shrouded in deception and surrounded by temptation, his charmed life explodes in betrayal and tragedy.

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Get Your Own Tiramisu

small_4473583479So, it’s been a while, and the last blog I left you with was a cheering of sorts in the middle of a rough winter. But spring is finally here…kind of. The weird snow we’re supposed to get tonight that probably won’t actually happen anyway is just a little hiccup standing in the way of the flowers blooming this coming weekend. To get us through this little cold snap, I’m back with probably the funniest Liam story ever. Maybe. You be the judge.

Because of Liam’s work position, he often gets treated to lunches and dinners. Sometimes he has to listen to a sales pitch; sometimes it’s a presentation. I’ve been to a few with him, and the room is often filled with dozens of other IT professionals chowing down on free food. If he’s lucky, it’s a one-on-one meeting, but that wasn’t the case today. Today, a whole room watched this unfold.

When he arrived at Maggiano’s, Liam was escorted to a table set for eight. Only four turned up for lunch. The food set aside for all eight was instead distributed to the four, resulting in some pretty large portions. Liam said he did his best, but he really wanted to save room for the tiramisu.

They finally set the dessert dish down next to him. He picked up his fork and went to town, eyes never leaving the screen that showed the presentation.

After a few bites, he noticed the guy next to him reaching over with a fork to get a bite.

“What’s this guy think he’s doing? He needs to eat his own.” Liam dragged the bowl away and shot a glare in the thief’s general direction.

And that’s when he saw it: Everyone else in the room dishing the tiramisu from several large bowls onto individual plates. Sharing. Sharing the dessert. The dessert he’d just nearly growled at someone over.

Now, I’d have burst into flames of embarrassment and run from the restaurant without a glance back. Liam, however, has agreed to let me share this story with you because he’s awesome. And because I haven’t stopped laughing for about two hours.

Happy spring!

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What Brings Me Joy

The Loves of My Life

The past few months have been a bit of a roller coaster, with more downs than ups if I’m honest. Still, through everything, I try to seek the things that bring me joy. Jesus is my ultimate joy, but earthly things make me happy, too.

Wanna know what they are? Some are simple; some are everything. Here’s a jumbled list in no particular order:

Brenya and Isaac

Brenya and Isaac

I’m scared to death to hold my new niece because I’m afraid I’ll break her. I was the same with Isaac and we’re super close anyway, so I don’t think she’ll hold my fear against me when she’s older. And Isaac… Never have I met a kid with such a strong moral compass and social conscience. This boy will change the world.

Mom and Dad

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Sometimes I wonder if maybe parents as awesome as mine are actually the exception. No matter what I do, whom I love, or where I go, my parents support, help, love, smile, and encourage. Really, there can’t be better parents out there.

Ireland

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If you didn’t already know this one… But seriously. Who could NOT love it?

My Irish Family

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Liam’s family has always made me feel like I’m one of them, from the very first moment I met them. I’m so blessed to have them in my life and cherish the time we get to spend together.

Melissa Fox

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My co-author, editor, and dear friend holds the mirror up, even when she knows I won’t like what I see. I trust her with my work, my fears, and my dreams.

Swear and Shake

Unpretentious folk rock created and performed by some of the nicest people on the planet? One of the sweetest, sultriest, strongest female voices in music? It all adds up to joy, people.

Hurley

Hurley

Man, he’s cute.

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Just listen.

Luna and Rosie

Luna and Rosie

Our sweet girls have tried so hard to give the dog a chance. They had the house to themselves for years, so I don’t blame them that they haven’t yet figured out how to love him as much as we do.

Allie

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We have our differences even now, but no one makes me laugh like she does.

Smoky Mountains

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Maybe the lights of Pigeon Forge are about as tacky as Vegas, but oh man, the surrounding mountains hold a treasure of memories. Even the thought of fall and winter in the Smokies makes me smile.

Hurling

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Who knew I’d enjoy a sport so much? Not only am I developing a connection with Liam’s home and heritage, but I’ve also made some amazing new friends.

Eva

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I can’t even put into words what this girl means to me. She’s on the other side of the world, so time zones are always weird. Luckily, I’m up early and she’s up late, so we still get plenty of time to talk every day.

Writing

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This one’s probably obvious.

Christmas

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Unapologetically put my tree up as early as I can get away with every year. I also start making Christmas music playlists sometime in November. Make fun if you like. I don’t care.

Daniel Ellsworth and the Great Lakes

Who could listen to these guys and not dance? Also, they’re just super nice. (As a side note, their bass player, Marshall, took the photos that appear on the cover of my latest book.)

Niki

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Somehow, this girl makes even the most outrageous disasters something to laugh at. Anyone who can turn tears to laughter in a split second is someone I need in my life.

Coffee

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Personally, I like the flavored stuff, but Liam hates when I run those through is coffee maker, so we have two. Best I ever had? Red Velvet.

Flats

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After a leg injury, all my cute heels got thrown out and I adopted flats. I love them. I wear them everywhere. I even sometimes play hurling in them.

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I even lured Liam over to the dark side. I also move it around the house with me so I have that hum even when I’m working.

Driving

This is especially important to me. My dad raised me with a healthy respect for fun cars, but after my car accident, just sitting in one made me car sick. I’ve managed to find my joy again behind the wheel, even if I’m a lot more conscientious and careful now.

Tiff

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If I had a long lost twin but then found again, she’d be it.

Watching Will and Liam together

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When Tiff’s husband and Liam get together, it’s like watching The Hangover.

Craft beer

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Just keep your IPA, please.

Harry Potter

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I dare you to defy me on this one.

Irish chocolate

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It’s just better than American chocolate. If you don’t believe me, try it.

Hoodies

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They’re like wearing a warm, cozy, loving hug.

Steph

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Is there anyone sweeter in the world? We don’t talk much, but when we do, I’m smiling the whole damn time.

My work

I’m so lucky to say this. Believe it or not, I enjoy my work. Mostly, I write blogs about ecommerce and inbound marketing for HubSpot, but sometimes I get to ghostwrite a blog or two about Nashville real estate. The fact that I do all these things in my pajamas…well, who could be so lucky?

Fireplaces—with fires in them

We have three in our house and none of them work. I’ve made it my mission to make at least one of them a functioning fireplace, but until then, the fire pit outside holds some pretty big bonfires.

Pedicures

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Once a month, like clockwork, with my friend Kristie. Except for a random lunch, we really don’t see each other unless there’s a chair massage and a pedicure involved, so I’ve really grown to cherish the pampering and friendship.

Pumpkin or Cinnamon Crunch Scones

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Drooooooooool.

My family

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I’ve always been quite close to my extended family. When Allie and I were kids, we’d stay weekends and summers with Grandmother or aunts and uncles. My grandfather took us on road trips—most famously the cross-country trip to California for graduation. I even count some of my cousins as my closest friends. I’m fortunate to have such a tight-knit family, and just thinking about any one of them makes me smile.

Snow

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Sure, it’s a pain in the ass sometimes, but it’s just so pretty. Also, I’m pretty sure I’m programmed to pray for it after only two years of teaching high school. Snow days made me happier when I was a teacher than they ever did when I was a student.

The ocean

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My attachment to the ocean probably stems from our whole-family vacations when I was a little girl. Still, even without that, could anything match the joy of warm sand between your toes?

Karaoke

I relish the chance to grab a mic and wail for a bit. Twin Kegs is my karaoke joint of choice. It’s where everybody knows my name. (I have no video of me singing karaoke, but this is me singing with the Corbin High School Jazz Band starting at 14:30.)

Katie Marcario

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This dollface makes me laugh even when the most annoying, irritating, and frustrating things have just pissed me off. When steam’s coming out my ears, I hit her up first because I know she’ll make me smile.

‘NSync

Don’t you judge me.

Liam

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Finally, but definitely not last, there’s Liam. Dear God, this man just makes everything better. Everything. When I’m sad, he holds me. When I’m angry, he soothes me. When I’m laughing, he’s making me do it. None of the things before could mean quite so much without my ability to share them with him.

What I’m Thankful For

227673_195511470594043_1596806289_nA kid always looks up to her older cousins. You, Jeff, Meredith, Todd… You were all worthy of that adoration, even if you liked to tease me every chance you got. I remember talking to you in Doug and Sandy’s front yard so many years ago—probably thirty, if I admit my age. You laughed at the way I said your name, with two syllables instead of one.

“Mahk,” you said.

“Mah-eek,” I replied.

So I liked diphthongs, even at the age of five. You never let me forget it.

We all used to go to the beach every summer. We’d load up the cars with everyone in tow: Grandmother, Kay, your mom and Bob, Jeff, Doug and Debbie, Darren, my sister, Matt and Brit, my parents. Vacation was a family affair, and the memories live on, even if the group trips didn’t.

I remember how you and Doug made me laugh until I shot my drink out my nose every time. I wasn’t afraid to be loud around you. I wasn’t afraid to be silly around you. With you, I could be myself and accept the teasing because you made me feel like I belonged.

You and Jeff introduced me to Star Wars. I hated it. Thought it was the most boring movie ever made. I love it now, but I never told you. I never told you that every time I watch it, I think of you and Jeff. I always will.

My first time fishing was with you and Shae. I don’t even know if Edgar and Wilma’s pond had fish in it. Probably not, or I never would have gone swimming there. Still, you baited my hook and showed me how to cast the line. I don’t remember how to do it anymore, but I do remember how patient you were.

Even as a kid, I knew what you and Shae had was special. I remember thinking you’d get married someday. I remember thinking you’d picked a really good one, because I could be myself around her, too. You must have been high school sweethearts, but I was too young to recognize the rarity of your relationship. All I knew was that your love was real, and she was beautiful, and you were lucky.

You left behind two beautiful girls—smart, clever, funny, just like their mom and dad. I don’t know them as well as I knew you, but I know they’re special. I know they’re strong.

I’m thankful for one thing above all others this year: that I knew you. That I was blessed enough to call you family. That I’ll remember your huge, infectious laugh. As long as we hold these things in our hearts, you’ll be with us forever.

Welcome to the World, Brena!

When life is crazy and sad things happen, we often get bogged down in the muck and forget how to smile. Beauty still happens all around – like last night, when my niece Brena was born. Of course, her Aunt Jen and Uncle Liam are prepared to spoil her rotten.

Welcome to the world, Little One.

Lessons My Pappaw Taught Me

Joe T. McBayWhen I was seventeen years old, my grandfather taught me my greatest life lesson. We were traveling across the country from East Tennessee to San Francisco as a part of my graduation present. The trip included a full-size conversion van and my sister. Perhaps not every seventeen-year-old’s dream, but to me, it was an adventure.

That summer, I was crazy about the Beatles and Doc Holliday—also probably not something most kids my age would have said. I jumped in that van with no real understanding of what I was about to experience. Allie and I packed a bunch of books to keep us occupied in between those funny roadside attractions. Dean Koontz and Stephen King were the authors of choice, because back then I was too young to know what real fear is.

We devoured those books between Knoxville and Somewhere-in-Oklahoma. A quick Google search tells me we were in Oklahoma City, because I know for sure we stopped at the National Cowboy and Western Heritage Museum. Then, the next day, we stopped at Boot Hill Museum in Dodge City, Kansas. Guys, this museum is located on Wyatt Earp Boulevard.

Yes!

I spent the whole day reading all the little tidbits about Wyatt Earp and DOC HOLLIDAY. So enraptured was I that my grandfather had to hustle me along before the whole place shut down for the evening. Then, we went back to the hotel room where I watched A Hard Day’s Night, which just happened to be on TV. Three days into the trip, and I was already in Heaven.

Then we crossed into Colorado, and I found myself supremely unimpressed. Where were the majestic mountains? Where were the snow-capped peaks? Flat, boring, bleh. I didn’t think anything could get better until we actually reached California, so out came the books again. About halfway through Colorado, I learned my lesson.

“Would you get your faces out of those damn books and look around? You’re missing everything!”

Heads snapped up, eyes cut toward the windows, and oh… He was right. In the distance, across a field of wildflowers, stretched a lake so clear and peaceful. Reflected in that lake were the snow-capped peaks I’d so desperately hoped to see. The sight still stands as one of the most beautiful I’ve ever seen in my life. His harsh words snapped the shutter on the camera in my brain, and I’ll never, ever forget that photograph. Without him, I’d have missed it.

Without him, I’d have missed the Grand Canyon. I’d have missed the chance to stand in four states at one time. I’d have missed the Royal Gorge, the snowball fight in the last week of July, the beauty of Highway 1, shopping at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas, driving across the Golden Gate Bridge, wandering the streets of Silverton in Colorado, the record shop of Haight and Ashbury, looking over Hoover Dam, and shouting over the music to each other in the Hard Rock Café.

I’d have missed everything on that trip, and likely a lot of things since. Instead, he reminded me to keep my head up, to see the beauty in the mundane, to travel the world, to find joy each day, and to take every chance that comes my way.

I said goodbye to my Pappaw on Friday. Tomorrow, he’ll be laid to rest next to my Nana in Chattanooga. My world won’t be the same without him, but he left me with a lesson I’ve carried half my life. And now, without him, I won’t miss a thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

If You Can’t Be Irish…

Be Irish for a Weekend

ireland immersion weekendIf you don’t know by now that my husband is Irish, well… Hi, and welcome to my blog. It’s nice to meet you. There, now that we’ve got that first meeting out of the way, the second order of business is that my wonderful—if not blog-fodder—husband is from the land of leprechauns (and Guinness and Blarney Stones and U2 and probably a bunch of other things you didn’t know were Irish). As an American resident for nearly ten years and citizen for three (his American birthday is coming up pretty soon), Liam’s certainly embraced all our country has to offer. Still, there are times when I can see he longs for home.

To combat the homesickness, we visit a few local places throughout the year to get some Irish grub. McNamara’s has always been our go-to for a full Irish breakfast—or a “fry” as the Irish might say it—and we can find Barry’s tea at World Market. Overpriced, sure, but Irish nonetheless. We’re the first to admit that, while we may have found a small community of friends interested in Irish culture, it’s tough to find true Irish experiences in Nashville. We play hurling (or camogie for the girls), we go all out for St. Patrick’s Day (and even St. Practice Day, which takes place at Kavanagh’s Pub this weekend), and we chase people down for a chat if we hear even the slightest bit of an Irish accent.

So, when we met Eilis Crean from Roscommon, we were over the moon. Real Irish! Right here in Nashville! (To be fair, Tom, the owner of Kavanagh’s, is also Irish, but Liam tries to tell people Dublin doesn’t count.) And Eilis is, as it turns out, a master of the East Galway style of music, which she plays on fiddle. Eilis also used her considerable moxie to begin an organization called The Irish Gift, which preserves not only the music for fiddle, but also for voice, flute, bodhran, and uilleann pipes. If that weren’t enough, she also organizes a large Ireland Immersion Weekend every year. Where we were last year when this was all going on, I’ll never know.

Anyway, the point of it is, The Irish Gift is gearing up for this year’s Ireland Immersion Weekend. There will be music, food, drink, and lots of Irish people about. Some legendary musicians will offer master classes in the East Galway style of music. Lessons on Gaelic Irish will also be available. Simply put, the whole weekend will be like a small trip to Ireland without leaving Nashville. Save money on a plane ticket!

If you’re excited (we really, really are), you can learn more about it on their website. At the moment, The Irish Gift is conducting a fundraiser over at Indiegogo, too. To be honest, they’ll need a lot of help raising enough money for those plane tickets.

What? Plane tickets? Yep. To keep your feet firmly in Nashville for this event, The Irish Gift must bring over actual Irish people for the festival. You can learn all about the musicians on the Indiegogo page, and let me tell you, the credentials are really impressive. I’m already set for a weekend filled with Irish breakfasts, brown bread, soda bread, Irish salmon, shepherd’s pie (the real stuff and not the lazy way I make it), and good drink. And speaking of drink, Liam will be brewing a batch or two of beer for the event.

If you’re in Nashville, this might be exactly what you’ve been looking for. If you’re not in Nashville, you won’t be the only people to travel thousands of miles to get here. There will be guests from all over the world here for the weekend. Go check it out. Let’s all be Irish for a weekend.

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Going Under Already Ranking on Amazon!

You guys are the best! When I woke this morning, I saw Going Under (The Oracles of St. Ambrose) hit two bestseller lists on Amazon for Kindle. Thank you so much for all the support and for spreading the word.

#16 Children’s Mystery and Supernatural

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#18 Children’s Paranormal and Urban Fantasy

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*Trumpet Blast* It’s Here!

Going Under (The Oracles of St. Ambrose) Now Available!

The Kindle version of Going Under is now available on Amazon!

Not sure what else to say…

Go here to check it out and then come dance with me!

Oh, and a huge thanks to all those who read Going Under before it was available to buy. I hope you enjoyed it. If you’d be so kind as so leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads or maybe tell your friends, I’d be so grateful.

I couldn’t do this without any of you.

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