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Sunday, January 4, 2026

Avarice of the Empire: The Debriefing



Book six in the Drake Chronicles, Avarice of the Empire, dropped one week ago today. It's one of the shorter books in the series, but packs a big punch. Let's dive into it. 

This book picks up where Fortunes of War left off, and like Fortunes, the majority of the action takes place on the long march toward the capital of Aquitainia. That's due in part because it's a long way from Drakewell and an even longer way from Aeres. This is a fantasy realm, but these are also Olden Days: travel takes time; it's laborious, and dusty, and sweaty, and terribly unfun. But that's the beauty of writing this sort of travel: it provides automatic tension. I can then use that tension to further all the character relationships, be they romantic, friendly, or hostile. 

I can't tell you how many times I've read books in which the author writes in a flight, or a road trip, or even a long walk, and simply says "we flew to Nashville," or "we walked ten miles," so on, etc. That trip can certainly be a point A to B move, without incident, but if you have characters trapped together for hours, or days, or weeks, you have a ready-made environment for interpersonal development, and that's what Avarice highlights. 

Beware of spoilers ahead! 

Tuesday, July 22, 2025

Beware of Dog: The Debriefing

 


Here we go: the official Beware of Dog debriefing post. I reserve the right to tack on additional posts in the likely event that I forget to include something of importance here. There will be spoilers, so I'll include a cut to keep plot details off the main blog page. Proceed at your own risk! And if you haven't grabbed your copy yet, you can find it here:


Friday, September 27, 2024

LHM: The Skeleton King Once More

 The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

You can also snag the complete novel, all four installments compiled, for Kindle and paperback:

Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel



 

“Are you sure about this?”

It was so unusual a question coming from Michael that Walsh paused and gave it due consideration. He was already seated at the head of the table, but hadn’t gotten comfortable: he didn’t figure it would be his chair for long.

Michael stood at the door, his back to it, one hand on the knob, ready to usher in their brothers.

Who might not consider Walsh their brother in about ten minutes.

Was he sure about this?

Other than Michael, he hadn’t yet told anyone about what he was about to say at church. Michael was a very good listener, but not the best advice-giver. That was probably part of the reason Walsh hadn’t tried to bring anyone else into his confidence. He wasn’t looking for anyone to take a side, here. He’d like to escape with his life, to live out his days with Emmie and Violet, in whatever shape those days would take once he’d lost the club’s support. But otherwise, he wasn’t picky. Michael had said he wouldn’t let anyone kill him; that was enough. It was clear, now, that he could not sit idly by in Knoxville, lying to his brothers, while New York and New Orleans decided the future of the club he’d dedicated himself to. He would play his part, and play it as well as the other Dogs would allow him to.

“I’m sure,” he said, and meant it. Felt calm, steady. “Let them in.”

Aidan was the first through the door, and he sat down beside Walsh, in his new chair, in his new role, his VP patches still shiny-white and clean-threaded on his chest.

It was Aidan who would react the strongest, and Aidan who Walsh felt was owed a pound of flesh for emotional trauma. If Aidan took a swing at him, he was going to sit still and let him take it. 


My approach to storytelling has always been organic. I prefer the gardening process to the meticulous pre-planning method: no detailed outlines that require strict adherence. I know who the character is, what he or she wants, and what he or she is afraid of. When a character - or a couple - is the main focus of a book, I have a handful of scenes that I know must happen in order to move the story along. But when it comes to secondary and tertiary characters, I let them grow and develop as they will. Nothing happens in a vacuum, and so their actions, and the actions of those around them, impact their storylines going forward. 

I feel like this approach could paint a writer into a corner - but for me, it only ever presents opportunities. An idea will feel right in the moment, sometimes inexplicably, and then several books down the line I'll realize just how useful a seemingly small develop has the potential to be. 

Walsh comes to a BIG decision in Lord Have Mercy, one that's been slowly building since The Skeleton King

In Fearless, a newly-elected Ghost nominates Walsh as his VP, and that was the obvious and natural choice. Ghost has Plans and Ambitions for the club, and not only is Walsh the Money Man who can make them happen financially, but he's also a steady, serious, thoughtful right-hand man who isn't swayed by emotional arguments. Then, of course, along comes Emmie. And then Violet. I think, deep down, so deep down that he doesn't acknowledge it even to himself for much of the series, Walsh worries that allowing himself to have a family, and to love them - to love them more than he loves his club - makes him weak. His self-containment has been an asset all his life - one that he finally understands, in LHM, as armor. A shield against feeling. One that's been completely unsuccessful: he does love his family, he can't and won't change that, and he's not, in fact, handling the stress of club expansion well at all. Like with Ghost, he spends the course of the series slowly becoming surlier, drinking and smoking more, and sleeping less. 

I loved getting to hand Aidan the VP patches, but that couldn't have happened without the audience understanding, completely, Walsh's decision to step down. I've always blamed my diverting, side-story focus on Walsh as playing favorites, but while writing LHM, that favoritism proved to be the very necessary groundwork needed to retire Walsh as vice president in a believable and emotionally satisfying way. He'll stay on with the club, of course, Money Man and Skeleton King both. And he's very committed to helping Aidan succeed in his stead. 

This scene, where he comes clean to the club, and then walks out declaring that he's going to New Orleans, and then gets hit in the face, is a favorite of mine. 

“I’m not really the president, and going forward, I might not be anything, depending on how the voting shakes out. So I’m not going to give orders. You can stay here if you want, or you can hand over your cut and walk away, or you can…make up your own mind. About what to do next. Ghost is in New York.” He pushed back his chair, and stood, and his legs were steadier, stronger, than he’d hoped. “I’m going to New Orleans.”

Then he turned, walked to the door, opened it, and walked through it.

His heart was beating like a high school drumline, but the steadiness persisted. He’d come to a decision, and it was the correct one. Whatever happened afterward, he was sure of his decision to go south.

He heard footfalls behind him – but not the slow, ground-covering gait he’d expected from Michael. No, these were quick, almost running.

He reached the bar, and turned.

And his face exploded with pain.

A bright, hot, numbing shock of it along the left edge of his jaw, and Walsh had time to be grateful that whoever it wasn’t hadn’t aimed for the eye, and risked knocking him out. Then the momentum of the blow carried him sideways, he tripped, knocked over a stool, and would have hit the floor if he hadn’t fetched up against the bar. He caught himself with a hand braced on the smooth wood surface, and reached to touch his struck face with the other, ready for a second hit.

But it was only the one, and as the seconds ticked by, the first cold numbness of the strike warmed, and then flared hot, and the pain crackled in electric arcs along all the affected nerves. The skin was already swelling, tight and hot to the touch, but a quick probe with his tongue proved none of his teeth were loose, and he hadn’t bitten the inside of his cheek. He was going to have one hell of a bruise, but it wasn’t too bad, all things considered.

Anyone in the chapel could have chased him out and hit him, and any of them would have been justified. But when he turned his head, he of course found Aidan standing there.

But it was an Aidan who still looked as vice-presidential as he had in the chapel, save the working and flexing of his right hand. The knuckles were red where he’d struck Walsh, and the way he flattened and then cracked them looked like it hurt.

“You can hit me again, if you want,” Walsh said. “I won’t try to stop you.”

“I will.” That was Michael, sliding in between them, seemingly out of nowhere. “You had your hit. That’s the only one.”

Saturday, September 21, 2024

LHM: Knoxville

 

   The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

You can also snag the complete novel, all four installments compiled, for Kindle and paperback:

Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel


Driving into the city had put a lump in Mercy’s gut, but this was different. Bittersweet, yes, and tainted, as all his memories were by the relentless knowledge of what happened to Daddy, to Gram. But no matter what tortures this city threw at him, he could never bring himself to hate the water. It had raised him alongside his father, the only mother he’d ever wanted or needed. There was water in Tennessee, sure, the Tennessee River, that fat black snake that curved around Dartmoor and slithered its slow way up to Neyland Stadium. But this was the swamp, and it smelled different, and it tasted different on his tongue when he opened his mouth to inhale, and it coursed through his bloodstream.

As a reader, I can fall in love with any setting. I can luxuriate in any aesthetic, and feel at home in any city, in any kind of house. It's all down to author voice. Descriptive language, and sensory detail, and authenticity. 

As a writer, I don't have strong preferences when it comes to choosing the location of a story - but once I'm committed, then I'm dedicated to making it feel like a real place for readers, whether it's an existing city - what I use most often - or a fantasy landscape. Everything from weather patterns to predominant architecture styles all come into play, and the street view on Google Maps is incredibly helpful. 

With Dartmoor, I knew Mercy was from New Orleans, and a great deal of thought went into making that happen. But the decision to put Ghost's mother chapter in Knoxville was more of an afterthought. At first. 

I had two criteria: I wanted it to be a Southern city, because bikers are a bit of a throwback, and the South felt like a good fit. And I knew it needed to be a college town, or near enough to one to commute, since Ava was going to be in grad school. That eliminated UGA right off the bat - sorry! Just not a fan! I did try to be fair, and Ava's undergrad degree is from Georgia: she wanted a fresh start, ha, and Ghost was happy to send her out of state. I'm a 'Bama fan, so I didn't want to play favorites and send her there - though I will say that my eventual plan is for Cal to get recruited there to play college football.

Eliminating those two schools, UT became the no-brainer option. My mom's family loves Tennessee. There's lots of alumni on that side of the fam, and my great uncle, Ted, was an artist who did a lot of design work for the school. That orange T? That's his! 

Once I made the decision, the reasons started piling up, until I couldn't imagine Dartmoor Inc. being anywhere else. It's a pretty city; hopelessly Southern, but with a mountainous, and more temperate climate than Georgia, with colorful autumn foliage and cool, misty river mornings. I love that it isn't Nashville; that it isn't a bustling, cultural hotspot; it's smaller, and quieter, except on fall Saturdays, and it's much easier to see the Dogs ruling over it than a bigger, busier city. It feels like a non-obvious choice, and that's why I love using it. 

I have family history there; in certain lights, I probably bleed orange. But it's been interesting, unexpected, and enjoyable to find a love for the city through writing about it. It feels like a home away from home, and it's certainly become home for a wayward Dog or two, Mercy most of all. 

In Lord Have Mercy, I included a few lines about the ways he loved and hated New Orleans; the ways it would always be a part of him, and he'd always cherish it, but that he didn't want to be there. It's a haunted place for him. 

But Knoxville is where he learned how to smile again. It's where he fell in love. Where his babies were born. He'll always be Swamp Thing, but there's nowhere else on earth he'd rather be than Knoxville, TN. 

Rocky Top, you'll always beHome sweet home to meGood ol' Rocky TopRocky Top, TennesseeRocky Top, Tennessee


*UT plays Oklahoma tonight. Go Big Orange! Please envision Ghost in his white-base, orange-T baseball cap, taking it off every now and then to check that his hair still looks great. 

He walked into the chapel – the same chapel, with the same table, same chairs, same framed photos and flags that he’d known since he’d come here, feeling then as though he’d lived an entire, miserable life, brought low by terrible grief…only to find that entering this room for the first time, and finding a girl hiding in a cabinet, had been, in fact, the beginning of his life. His real life. His best life. 

Monday, September 16, 2024

LHM: Fathers & Sons

 The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

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Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel



Barbara tipped her head, mulling it over, lips compressed. “Felix did always love that man. More than he deserved.”

 

Despite the action, the romance, the shootouts, the super-secret spy ops, and the organized crime politics, Dartmoor is, at its heart, a family story. I’ve longed maintained that its extreme situations and heightened stakes make for interpersonal family dynamics twice as messy and twice as engaging. It’s a club family, true, but one populated by smaller biological families, and they deal with all the trials and triumphs of every family, just on an outlaw scale.

 

Sunday, September 15, 2024

LHM: Some More Faves

The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part Four: Big Son, which you can grab here:

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Lord Have Mercy: The Complete Novel



In Friday's debrief post, I talked about my favorite scenes, but there were many that were truly inspired and that I enjoyed reading as a spectator during the various editing stages. While I was writing, I kept thinking "why is this taking so long?" And now that I'm finished, I keep asking "why do I feel so mentally drained?" And I think that's because every single scene in this monster of a book felt necessary. Each one furthered the tension of the overall narrative. Each was a building block, and a puzzle piece, and was balanced on a knife-edge. Each one kept me in that make-or-break headspace that ends up being so exhausting. 

The result is that I have very-favorite scenes, which I mentioned Friday, but I also have lots of general favorites. Lots of lines that proved immensely satisfying to put to paper. 

In no particular order, some highlights (for me) are: 

Friday, September 13, 2024

LHM: The Debriefing

 



"I’m here to say that, in years past, I’ve hated Kenneth Teague so much that I wanted to strangle him. And, in the years since, I’ve loved him better than my own father. Because my daddy lied to me an awful lot, and Ghost lies, sometimes, yeah, to protect us, but he always tells the truth in the end. And this is his club. His family. I owe every good thing in my life to him. So he has my vote.” 

Big Son has been live in the wild for one week, and yesterday, I dropped the compiled edition of Lord Have Mercy. All 1,609 (holy crap, guys) Kindle pages of it are now available in full, and I even managed to get a paperback version formatted and have ordered a proof. I’m not sure yet if I’ll release it as such, because the print is so very small. I’ll look at my physical copy first before I decide.

But in any event, it’s out there! It’s done!

I’m still waiting to feel something besides crushing relief and exhaustion. My mom said, “You should be proud,” and I’m just…tired. I wanted to recapture the setting and the feeling of Fearless, but this time there was a plethora of new characters to utilize, and an overarching enemy plotline to wrap up, and the entire effort became monumental, and monumentally stressful. The four parts altogether measured up to a whopping 469,000 words. I’m insane. I’m a crazy person – and I’ve felt it, physically and mentally, for the past month or so. I’m grateful that the book exists, but I’d like to sleep for a week, please and thank you.

I’ve been thinking all this past week that I’d wake up one morning ready to type out a stellar and comprehensive debriefing for Part Four, but in truth, since I’ve been blogging about the book for a year at this point, I think I’ve said all there is to say about its themes and characterization, and my authorly intentions with every installment.

But I will add…and here come the spoilers…

I think – hope – that it was clear all along that Remy was going to be found and that Boyle was going to get his comeuppance. I never care if the happy ending is predictable, nor if the action enables readers to anticipate what’s to come chapter by chapter. That’s called narrative follow through, and is an intentional feature rather than a bug of storytelling. I always deliver happy endings, but this one was buried at the end of a long, winding, tense road, and, though it’s silly, given I created her, I’m proud of Ava. Of the role she played. She’s never been a sweet, innocent darling, and has always been Mercy’s monster counterpart. But, just like with Mercy, that monster part of her doesn’t mean she doesn’t love her children fiercely, or that she can’t show them tenderness and leniency.

I think of Mercy and Ava’s storyline, chiefly its culmination here at the end, as a confirmation of everything we already know about them, rather than any sort of revelation. There was none of the usual romantic tension present in a romance novel: the will-they-won’t-they, the heat, the developing chemistry. In that respect, I don’t know that it can be classified as a romance, despite their romantic love being what ultimately saves the day. And without any of that traditional romantic tension, the whole novel felt like a big risk: will readers want to return to a relationship that is already well-established and not in danger of collapsing? I know I enjoy that, as a reader, but in general, writing a second book about a couple in a series isn’t always a recipe for success. Which is why, though this is their book, the emotional revelations happen for other characters.

For Alex, yes, as he wrestles with the meaning of his bloodline, constantly asking himself if he’s inherently violent or “bad” thanks to Remy’s DNA. One of several favorite moments for me was the scene outside the hospital when Tina assures Alex that he’s more like Mercy than Remy, and that both of them are better men than he ever was. At the beginning of the novel, Alex would have hated hearing that he was similar to Mercy, but by the end, is touched and comforted by the knowledge.

I think the most significant emotional storyline in the novel belongs to Aidan and Ghost. And, by default, Walsh.

My favorite scene in the whole novel is the conversation between Aidan and Ghost in the cathedral. From a strategic standpoint, I loved the contrast of their meetings being “church,” but this honest and raw moment between them happening in an actual church. But chiefly, I loved writing that scene because Aidan got to be as upfront and as vulnerable as he’s ever been with Ghost. And Ghost, well…Ghost is Ghost. Everything he says in this book is wholly honest, and like Tango tells him a few scenes earlier, they’ve all realized, finally, that being a good president and being a good father aren’t the same thing, but that he does love them, in his hardass way. His club, in turn, has decided to love him back, knowing what they do of him. He has grown, though; wanting Aidan to be his VP is a huge step, and a vital one. I know there were readers who were hoping that Aidan would never forgive him, or maybe even that Ghost would be excommunicated from the club, but those things were never on the table. The club’s one big messy family, and they fight, and they want to hate, but they love each other, at the end of the day.

Walsh’s storyline here is the culmination of a very slowly-unspooling thread from multiple books. I needed to keep checking in with him throughout LHM so that his decision at the end made narrative sense, and I think it does. He was a good VP, but, ultimately, he’s the Money Man, rather than an ambassador, and Aidan’s affable bad boy charm is, at this point, a better fit for the role.

In the vein of Fearless, this book has lots of small, delightful moments that I enjoyed writing: the Ava/Tenny team-up; Toly’s motion sickness; Ghost’s astonishment over Fox’s thoughtfulness, getting to see him on an op for the first time.

I feel like, as the weeks go by, I’ll think of other posts I want to write. Favorite lines I’ll remember; little nuggets that can be mined for future books. But for now, I’ll leave it here, and leave you with links. Thank you so much for sticking through a year of a slow rollout, and for reading. If you get the chance, a review would be greatly appreciated.

Xo

Lauren

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Friday, April 19, 2024

LHM: Like This

The following post contains spoilers for Lord Have Mercy Part III: Rising Sun, available now! Turn back now if you haven't read it yet, or grab a copy here:



 

Thursday, April 18, 2024

LHM: Nomination

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Monday, March 11, 2024

#CollegeTown: Rude Reunion

The following post contains spoilers for my new standalone romance, College Town, which I've placed beneath a cut for safe keeping. If you haven't read the book yet, and don't want to be spoiled, backspace now and come back later. If you're looking for a copy of the book, it's available for Kindle, paperback, Nook, and Kobo.




Tommy’s brows quirk, but he says, “Okay. I was going to find a way to contact you, though. So we could…”

“Talk? Yeah. You’ve said.”

“Lawson. Please.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Can…” Tommy glances across the alley, pained. When he looks back, there’s a pleading tilt to his brows that Lawson remembers all too well; it doesn’t work as well as it used to, but it hurts to look at. “Can I buy you a cup of coffee?”

Lawson lifts his brows and gestures to the building he’s propped against.

“Fine, a cookie. You always liked the cookies here when we were kids.”

“My break ended two and a half minutes ago.”

“Okay,” Tommy says, huffing a little. “A drink, then, later. Tonight. There’s two dozen bars in his town.”

“You gonna bring the little missus?”

Tommy flinches hard.

“That’s who she is, right?” Lawson presses, though it makes his chest ache, makes his hands tremble where he’s tucked them into his armpits. “The ring’s hard to miss. You guys, like, match or whatever.”

Tommy’s lips press tight together, and two bright flags of color stand out along his high, narrow cheekbones. He looks small; his bespoke suit seems to swallow him a moment. After a moment, he says, slow but firm, “Let me buy you a drink. Just the two of us.”

“What if I say no?”

His chin juts out, an old familiar, mulish angle. “Then I’ll come back tomorrow and ask again.”


One of the many magic things about fiction is the chance to explore, and even enjoy, situations you don't want anything to do with in real life. I know that, personally, I don't want to be a part of a romantic relationship that begins contentiously, barbed with insults and misunderstandings and resentments...but boy are those sorts of relationship beginnings fun to read about. 

Sunday, February 25, 2024

#CollegeTown: Insecurity

 



Lawson opens his door and climbs out because he can’t take Tommy’s pitying look any longer. “Come on if you’re coming,” he says, slings his bag over his shoulder, and doesn’t wait up. “Let’s get this over with.”

The car door shuts behind him, and Tommy’s fancy shoes grit over the loose patch in the concrete of the driveway.

Lawson’s spurt of defiant bravery lasts all the way up the (not a ramp) back steps to the door, and then he pauses, and rattles his keys in his hand, and wonders if he should have called ahead. He entrusted Dana with his parents, with the explanations, and though he’s had two days to think of it, he still has no idea what he’s going to say.

He lets out a long, slow breath as he stares at his haggard expression in the little square windows set in the door.

A hand lands in the middle of his back, a specter of a supportive touch, quickly withdrawn.

He fits the key in the door and lets them in.

Today’s Thursday – is it really only Thursday? – which means that Mom will be elbow-deep in alterations today. As expected, the kitchen is cool, and clean, the breakfast dishes in the drying rack by the sink, the pan she fries the eggs in still soaking inside it. He hears the TV on in the living room, some old rerun with a laugh track, which means that Dad was still wakeful after breakfast, and is in there with her while she works.

Lawson stands a moment by the table, looks reluctantly over at Tommy to see what his reaction is. He expects more pity, or even disgust. How could someone who dines at exclusive restaurants and wears fifteen-thousand-dollar watches be anything but disgusted by this suburban time capsule?

But Tommy is smiling. It’s a small, private thing at first, but as he takes a slow turn and gazes around the room, dark eyes flicking back and forth in quick snaps, it grows and grows, and he’s flashing teeth by the time he gets back around to Lawson. “It’s the same,” he says, like that’s a good thing, giving a disbelieving, but obviously delighted shake of his head. “The curtains! And, look.” He goes to the molding around the pantry door and taps at the old marker lines where Mom used to measure Lawson’s height as he grew. “You were never this little,” he chuckles, bending to tap the lowest line.

Lawson swallows, and swallows again. “Yeah, well, you still are,” he says, weakly.

Tommy chuckles some more. 

College Town is, at its heart, about home, and about happiness. About the ways home and happiness look different to different people; the ways our own insecurities can lead us to assume that someone living somewhere else, doing something else, will find the place we lay our heads to be lacking, to be insufficient. That sort of insecurity shapes so much of what we fear, and what we present to the world. I've seen readers say they want their book protagonists to be confident, but it's insecurity - and learning to live with it, and learning not to listen to it so much - that provides tension, and, therefore, a story. 

College Town is live for all your contemporary, second chance, standalone romance needs; it's a perfect Sunday night indulgent read. You can find it here: 

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Friday, February 23, 2024

#CollegeTown: Let's Go Home

 The following post contains spoilers for my latest novel, College Town, a standalone, second chance romance. If you haven't had a chance to read it yet, you can grab it here:

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The final chapter of College Town is one my favorite chapters out of all my projects. It goes back and forth between Tommy's hospital stay and subsequent release, and the night of the 20-year high school reunion. 

“You know,” Lawson says, “when I first got this email, I was dreading this party.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But it was fun.” 

Chapter one opens with Dana breaking the bad news to Lawson that she agreed they would co-host the reunion, so it was fitting to close the book with the party itself. Lawson's world looks completely different than it did when he first started dreading the event; he and Tommy went through a whole heck of a lot in a short amount of time. It's a well-earned happy ending. 

I had a reader ask me several years ago if I felt "pressured" to write a happy ending for each of my books. College Town being a proper romance, it of course had to have one: that's one of the non-negotiable hallmarks of any romance novel, the happy ending. But I write happy endings for all my books, romance or otherwise, not because I feel any sort of pressure to do so, but because I don't have any interest in writing an ending that isn't happy. I've certainly read books with melancholy, bittersweet, and even haunting endings that were fantastic...but, personally, I always want to leave readers with a sweet, warm feeling as the book closes. I do enjoy torturing my characters with drama and angst, but at the end of the story, I want to reward them for hanging in there. 

One of the things I've always asked myself with regards to sad endings, or major character deaths is: Aside from "reflecting reality," does this tragedy actually enhance the story? Or is it simply a means of adding grit? As a younger writer, when I was in college, my peers were very into realism, and I admit to getting swept up into that idea, too. Real life isn't always happy; a story can't be good unless it's strictly realistic. But the older I get, the more strongly I reject that idea. Life is hard, sometimes it sucks, and there's no shortage of real-world heartbreak - why can't our stories be an escape from that? 

I enjoyed Lawson and Tommy - and their friends; the girls were the real MVP of this book - so much that I could have easily written another dozen chapters of domestic bliss and day-to-day activity, but I'm very happy with where I left things for them. They're going home, in more ways than one. 

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

#CollegeTown: Setting



College Town has been live in the wild for one week! Honestly, at my current level of fatigue, it feels more like a month. I've been spamming the heck out of y'all with promo posts, and I can't claim I'll be quitting that anytime soon. It was a delightful book to write, a great way to stretch and grow as a writer, and a story I'm really proud of. You can find it here:

In today's debrief, I want to talk about setting, and my different approach to it with this novel. Turn back now if you don't want to read any spoilers.

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

#TeaserTuesday: Reveals

 The following post contains spoilers for my new standalone romance, College Town, which I've placed beneath a cut for safe keeping. If you haven't read the book yet, and don't want to be spoiled, backspace now and come back later. If you're looking for a copy of the book, it's available for Kindle, paperback, Nook, and Kobo.

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“Can’t have that.”

“Lawson. Do you have any idea how amazing that is?” He tips his head back toward the laptop.

“It’s weird.”

“Yeah, and that’s why it’s amazing. It’s you!”

“Because I’m weird. I get it.”

“No.” Tommy rolls his eyes. “Because it’s unique, and it’s full of your voice, and it’s alive. Your characters feel like people I know.”

“To be fair, there’s a fair bit of you in the Luke Thomas character.”

“Yeah.” Tommy snorts. “That’s kinda hard to miss.”

Sunday, February 18, 2024

#CollegeTown: The Unbearable Burden

The following post contains spoilers for my new standalone romance, College Town, which I've placed beneath a cut for safe keeping. If you haven't read the book yet, and don't want to be spoiled, backspace now and come back later. If you're looking for a copy of the book, it's available for Kindle, paperback, Nook, and Kobo.

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Thusly warned, proceed. Breaking my debriefing for Fortunate Son down into smaller, thematic chunks was much more enjoyable and manageable than my usual info dump, so I'm doing that here as well. Ready? Let's go.


Saturday, January 27, 2024

Fortunate Son: Aidan and Tango

 This debrief post contains spoilers, so I've split it under a cut. Proceed with caution if you haven't read Part Two yet, or, better yet, go grab a copy! 

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“Don’t say fine,” Aidan said, more harshly than he’d intended. He was still jittery inside with being dismissed by Ghost, and Tango looked as pale and drawn as if he was destined for the next bed over in the cardiac unit. “’Cause that shit yesterday, after that Fallon guy questioned you? And earlier this morning? What, were you out for a garden stroll? And just now? You’re not fine. What’s going on?” He softened. “Tango, just…tell me, man. Whatever it is, you can tell me.” He tried to make his gaze imploring, however a person did that. Tried to say with his gaze, I pulled you half-dead out of a bathtub full of your blood. I went through two detoxes with you. Don’t pull away from me now. 

Wednesday, January 24, 2024

Fortunate Son: The (Not So) Empty Hearse

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At the head of the line, a gleaming black Cadillac hearse had been only a formality on the funeral home’s part. The driver and his attendant stood leaning against its grill, smoking, as they waited for the funeral procession to glide slowly out the gates. The attendant was older, graying, his face lined, but his eyes were bright, and quick, and youthful.

The driver was younger, long and lean, slender legs crossed at the ankles. When he took a drag on his cigarette, the matte black metal of a lip ring glimmered dully in the sunlight.

When the last bike was gone, they snuffed their cigarettes, and climbed back into the car. The engine turned over with a muted purr, and the hearse made its way down the swooping driveway, through the gates, and out onto the road.

A mile from the cemetery, the attendant let out a deep, satisfied sigh, and raked off his little black cap. Loosened his tie, popped the top button on his collar.

“Well, that’s done, and done well, I’d say.” His accent was British, precise, but not polished.

The driver tossed his own cap up onto the dash, and his hair, black and shiny, spilled down to his shoulders. He drove one-handed while he fished out a fresh cigarette, and the attendant leaned over to light it for him. “Thanks,” he said after his first puff, and his voice was accented, too, but not British.

They kept driving. 

I've talked before about the way I started conceptualizing Lord Have Mercy back in early 2020, and how it took writing four books to finally get us here. All of the earliest ideas of the book centered around a funeral. 

Saturday, January 20, 2024

Fortunate Son: The Ava Debrief

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Ava greeted him with genuine kindness, though she seemed distracted, her dark eyes large and darting, searching the dining room, snapping toward her kids every few minutes as if checking that they were alright. She was tense – but not in a familiar way. She didn’t seem frightened or on the verge of an anxiety attack.

By the time she and Emmie stood to clear the plates and shoo the kids into the den to watch a movie, he realized what she reminded him of, and was alarmed to realize it wasn’t a human being. He’d caught part of a nature documentary on Discovery late one night when he couldn’t sleep: a pride of lionesses stalking wildebeest in the long grass. The lions tucked low along the ground, shoulders and haunches coiled, golden eyes unblinking and fixed. They’d been tense, ready for the kill.

That was Ava tonight. Her all the time, really, but he’d glimpsed a bit of softness by the time he left Knoxville back in February. Now, she was in stalking mode. 


As I've said from the first, this series quite simply could not exist had Ava been an innocent civilian. She is and always has been the Cathy to Mercy's Heathcliff, and the narrative has never sought to justify or moralize their love. Their love simply is. It's something they've always understood, and which their friends and family finally understand now, after all they've been through since Fearless