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My latest release Finally Mine takes us back to Benevolence where we first met Luke and Harper. Finally Mine belongs to Gloria and Aldo. I fell hard for Aldo Moretta while writing his story. This wounded veteran hero has a heart that’s only eclipsed by the size of his manly chest. Gloria is one of my favorite heroines of all time.

And don’t even get me started on their happily ever after. SWOON!

You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you might have to put your Kindle in the fridge to cool it off.

And yes, before you ask. Since Aldo and Gloria got their story in Benevolence, sexy firefighter Lincoln Reed will be getting his shot at love in 2019! I hope you all enjoy Finally Mine—and maybe take Pretend You’re Mine for a nostalgic re-read.

Claire Kingsley and I met via Facebook when a reader pal messaged me saying she thought I would be the right kind of writer friend for her friend Claire. And boom! A commiserating, sisterly writer bond was born. We both write romance full time, both love the beach, both of us have hubbies who are unbelievably handsome and supportive. I mean, we’re basically the same person.

Except Claire gets way more done in a day than I do. She homeschools her three kids and whips out high quality, funny, sweet, hot reads faster than I can drag my ass out of bed in the morning.

Lucy: Give us a nutshell view of your life (family, hobbies, etc).

Claire: My life is a little bit crazy. I’m married and I homeschool my three kids. That keeps me super busy—but it’s good busy. Other than that, I love to read (although I don’t make time for enough of it), and I’m a fan of geeky stuff like Game of Thrones, Star Wars, and superhero/comic book movies.

Lucy: What kind of an effect did publishing your first book have on you?

Claire: That was a badass moment. I decided I wanted to be a writer a long time ago, but I spent a lot of years focused on other things (having babies not the least among them). I wasn’t sure I was good enough to even finish an entire novel, and I carried that fear around with me for a long time. So when I not only finished my first novel, but went through the entire feedback, revisions, editing, etc. and then publishing process, it was amazing. It was like I’d kicked that doubt to the curb and proved I could actually do it.

Lucy: What does your writing process look like? How much swearing is involved?

Claire: All the swearing.

My process is messy. I start with brainstorming and lots of note taking. I have a few people I like to brainstorm with; kicking around ideas with another person is really helpful for me. I figure out who the characters are, what sort of backstory they have, the theme(s) I want to explore, the sources of tension and conflict, and so forth. Then I start outlining actual scenes/chapters. Usually I get partway done with the outline and start writing. From there, I go back and forth between writing and planning/outlining. Sometimes I write stuff completely out of order, simply because I have ideas in my head and I want to get them out. I’ve been known to write endings before I’ve even gotten to the middle of a story. Or I’ll write a little bit of dialogue for a scene and go back to it later. It’s very non-linear, but somehow it seems to come together at the end.

Lucy: What’s one thing that you think you should do but don’t/aren’t/never will?

Claire: This is a hard question! I can’t think of anything big or important. For the most part, I think I should be better about creating a schedule for work/family/life, but I’m bad at routines and schedules, so I probably won’t.

Lucy: A case of writer’s block hits. What do you do?

Claire: Depends. Writer’s block usually means one of two things for me. Either the story or scene is broken and I need to figure out why, or I’m getting burnt out.

If it’s a story issue (this is usually why I get stuck), I have to spend some time figuring out what went wrong. If there’s something that doesn’t work in the story, I can feel it. Maybe there’s a piece that’s inconsistent, maybe I’m going off on a tangent that doesn’t work, or maybe it’s just boring because I haven’t figured out how a particular element moves the story forward. I’ll talk it out with one of my brainstorming people. Sometimes just explaining that part of the story to another person is enough for me to figure out what’s not working. If not, usually pinging ideas back and forth will help me fix what’s broken.

If I’m burnt out, then I just need a break. I tend to write every day and I don’t take days off very often. Usually that’s fine—I love writing and I get twitchy when I don’t. But there are times when my brain gives me a big, fat NOPE and I need to give myself permission to take a real break.

If I’m only a little burnt out—fatigued, maybe—changing scenery helps a lot. If I’m at my desk, I’ll take my laptop to another room. Sometimes I’ll go for a drive by myself—listen to music and clear my head. That kind of thing.

Lucy: What’s the biggest adrenaline rush you’ve ever had?

Claire: Probably downhill mountain biking. My husband likes to do crazy stuff like that. We went to Stevens Pass (ski area in Washington) in the summer and rode the ski lift up, then biked down. That was intense.

Lucy: If you weren’t a writer, what else could you see yourself doing?

Claire: At this point in my life, if I wasn’t a writer, I don’t think I’d have a different outside job. I’d still be staying home with my kids (and theoretically have actual free time, LOL). Other than that, I honestly don’t know what else I’d do. I had a corporate-type career before I had kids, but that feels like a lifetime ago, and it’s not something I’d go back to. I think if I didn’t write, all that spacey daydreaming I do would just go to waste.

Lucy: What do you admire most about your hubby?

Claire: I love how he’s unapologetically himself. He doesn’t spend a lot of time or energy worrying about what other people think. He is who he is, he likes what he likes, and other people’s opinions don’t matter to him very much.

He’s also very random and spontaneous. I’m one of those people who needs to mull things over (sometimes too much—I’m a terrible overthinker). But he can just make decisions on the fly and roll with it. He keeps life fun.

Lucy: Favorite trope in a romance novel?

Claire: That’s a tough one. Friends to lovers is a big favorite. I love it when one of the characters (the hero, especially) is crazy about the other, but thinks they can’t be together. There’s so much angst in that type of unrequited love—spending time together, having to watch them date other people. When it’s done well, the payoff when they make it to their HEA can be really rewarding.

I love the opposite too—enemies to lovers. There’s so much room for the characters and the relationship to grow when they start out hating each other.

Lucy: What drives you insane and/or murders your soul?

Claire: When people are shitty to each other. Life is hard enough without making things difficult for other people. I like to take the immortal advice of Bill and Ted to heart: be excellent to each other.

Claire’s newest release, Hot Single Dad, is a swoon-worthy standalone that you should grab immediately!

“I loved this book from the beginning. I couldn’t get enough. This is literally one of my all time favorite books now.” ~ Sassy Southern Book Blog

Catch up with Claire on Facebook and in her reader’s group Alpha Ever After. If you need more mancandy in your life, you need to be an Alpha!

To see her impressive backlist, check Claire out on Amazon. And don’t forget to sign up for her newsletter. Subscribers get a free book!

Looking for your next book hangover? I’ve got just the thing: Gannon King.

I always like to do a blog about my new book right around its release date. But thanks to a vacation, a move, and a really great launch, I dropped the ball on the blog! But you’re all too busy reading Mr. Fixer Upper to care about a blog post, right? Right!

I don’t need to blab all about all the reasons I love this book. So let me give you the highlights.

  1. Gannon King is the grumpy, fiery kind of hero that I LOVE. He reminds me a bit of Mr. Lucy if you know what I mean ;)
  2. That. Shower. Scene.
  3. Paige is one of my favorites. She undergoes a transformation throughout the story that I really enjoyed writing. She’s smart and a little cool and has lady balls. But she’s lonely and doesn’t always speak her mind. At least not until a temperamental, loud mouth Italian contractor who hates being on TV comes along and drives her insane.
  4. The slow burn. This is not a love-at-first-sight story. This is co-workers who don’t like each other. But where there’s smoke—or in this case, sparks—there’s freaking fire.
  5. Home renovations. I can’t get enough of those shows so I wrote a book about it!

But you don’t have to take my word for it. Listen to these really smart folks who loved Mr. Fixer Upper and aren’t even related to me or on my payroll!:

I started Mr. Fixer Upper right after work at 5:00 p.m. and I finished it at 12:30 p.m.. My family had to make a run to town to get supper because I was not going to stop reading. I laughed, cried and according to my husband gasp a lot. – Ptacekjill

As is always the case with Lucy Score, I laughed and cried through the whole book. If there is one thing that gets me every time, it’s a strong character showing vulnerability.  – Joyce Hiebert

Sexy and snort-laugh funny, just as you’ve come to expect from Lucy Score. – E. McLeod

You can grab yourself a handful (or two) of Gannon King for free on Kindle Unlimited or buy him on Amazon. Thank you for reading and for telling your friends :)

Stay tuned for lots more news (INCLUDING READER INTERVIEWS!!), information on Blue Moon #5, and a peek at my brand new office in our new house! Keep reading, friends!

xoxo,

Lucy

 

I don’t know if I’m a complete weirdo, or if everyone envisions their perfect day of just the right amounts of family quality time, productivity, health consciousness, and relaxing. When I took complete control of all the hours in my day (24 to be precise), I failed miserably in all arenas. I thought not being at work for nine hours a day would magically turn me into the productivity fairy, sprinkling creative writing dust around my home office while laundry and dishes and dinner took care of themselves.

Yeah, that was total crap. Apparently, if I don’t have a plan and deadlines and a list and alarms on my phone, I get zilch done. I don’t even know what I do with my time! I have a feeling vast amounts of hours were being sucked up by social media and articles on how to be productive and opening my fridge 37 times to see if anyone had put anything new in there in the last 15 minutes.

Finally, when I realized that having the time didn’t mean I would use it effectively, I had to get tough with myself like a parent of a teenager with self-destructive tendencies (aren’t they all self-destructive?).

My perfect day now looks something like this.

9 a.m. Get ass out of bed.

9:10 a.m. Cheerfully scamper down to the home gym and workout for 45-mins to an hour. Feel human.

10 a.m. Enjoy a protein shake full of delicious fruits and veggies would be ingested as well as 10 to 15 minutes of meditation practiced

11 a.m. Answer emails, hang out with the readers on social media, catch up on whatever non-writing stuff needs addressed.

Noon. EAT! Best part of the day. Also, remember to take my a.m. vitamins.

12:30 Start writing in one-hour increments and hit 1,000 words an hour. My word count goal is 3,000 every day so on my PERFECT days I can be done in three hours of writing.

Afternoon between hour-long sprints. Prep dinner, throw in a load of laundry, respond to texts, put away clothes, yell at the cat, go outside and smell flowers.

5 p.m. Triumphantly save my work in progress in three places, slam down the lid of my laptop, and cockily announce to Mr. Lucy that I’m done for the day.

5:05 p.m. Walk back in my office, open the laptop and tackle anything that came up since my morning perusal of the world. Return phone calls. Drink a martini. Shop online for things I’d resent if I had to leave the house for. Hone my craft by reading blogs and books and articles. Take care of normal human being things like yelling at my insurance company, calling my parents, activating credit cards. Really at this point in my perfect day, the world is my oyster.

7:00 p.m. Either make dinner or go out to dinner. Remember to take the rest of those vitamins that give me nice fingernails and regular heart beats.

9 p.m. Hit the couch (or bed) with a book and Mr. Lucy (just Mr. Lucy) and entertain ourselves (do “research”).

Midnight: Wind down before official bedtime. More meditation and the satisfaction of a day not wasted.

Perfect day, right? OK, so here’s how my day actually goes (which should be noted is a VAST improvement over 2016). What can I say? I’m a work in progress.

9 a.m. Ignore alarm.

9:30 a.m. Check texts, email, and social media through the one eye that deigns to open in the morning.

10 a.m. Drag ass out of bed. Trip over cat on the way to the bathroom. Then make the fatal mistake of sitting down at my computer before working out. Get distracted.

11 a.m. Drag ass downstairs to work out.

Noon Feel marginally better. At least I accomplished something. Even if I did have to skip meditation. Maybe I should give it five minutes… Nope! Now I’m starving. Stuff face or say “Yes, please” when Mr. Lucy suggests going out to lunch. (That’s also a fatal mistake because we tend to procrastinate really well together so a lunch out can last up to four hours depending on how many tasks and errands we can come up with to keep us from our actual work.

2 p.m. Start writing. Battle for the first hour. Feel dejected. Wonder why I don’t know what I’m doing yet. Whine to Mr. Lucy about everything. Then remember that I left load of laundry in the washer three days ago.

3 p.m. The washer is running again. And it’s time to write. It goes much better because my self-loathing tells me I can’t possibly be a writer with the way I use my time. “Oh, yeah?” says my rebellious streak (the only thing stronger than that obnoxious self-loathing). “Watch this!” I write like it’s a job that I’m really good at. Take a few breaks to wink suggestively at Mr. Lucy.

7 p.m. Wrap it up. Immediately wonder if I wrote anything decent or if it’s all a steaming pile of crap. Who cares? That’s what the second draft is for! Celebration ends when I realize I forgot to schedule my oil change, put the clothes in the dryer, figure out why I can’t log into my credit card, and water the plants AGAIN. OMG, dinner.

9 p.m. Pretend I’m super cool and urbane for eating so late. Hope I don’t get heart burn when I go to bed.

10 p.m. Collapse on couch. Remember that I forgot all my vitamins. Eat a frozen Snickers and take half of the vitamins. Plan to do better tomorrow.

Dear Readers,

I was due for a blog post and asked Facebook what they’d like to hear about and the answer was: inspiration. Where do I get the ideas for my stories and characters?”

Well, I’ll tell you. I’m the person sitting in the restaurant eavesdropping on the tables around her. At family gatherings, I’m filing away mental notes left and right. I consume books and TV and movies while cataloging details and tying them to plots or characters that I’ve had floating around in my head.

Inspiration is EVERYWHERE.

Anywhere there are people interacting with other people, there’s a romance novel – or at least a good fight scene – waiting to be born. People who are jerks in real life often end up as barely disguised jerks in my stories. And people who deserve a better outcome in real life just might find it in a story. It’s my way of playing karma, fictional though it may be.

The funny thing about inspiration is its inconsistency. That amazeballs fight scene that I’d been salivating about writing is over and now I’m banging my head against the keyboard for days trying to force the words to come out. Some days writing 5,000 words is a piece of chocolate cake with peanut butter icing (which apparently is not a thing outside of Pennsylvania??). Other days, 500 words is excruciating. The only thing to do is get better at plugging away at the tough parts.

And maybe that’s life. Enjoy it when it’s flowing and learn how to bust through the roadblocks when they crop up. :)

That’s all I’ve got in terms of inspiration. Stay tuned for news on Not Part of the Plan and a brand new FREE book available only to my newsletter subscribers!

xoxo,

Lucy

Every once in a while in this writer’s life, there comes a day like today where something (usually technology) pushes me too far over the edge for me to trust myself to write at home. Because, left to my own devices (ha), I will probably throw something important and expensive through a window and eventually end up regretting the mangled laptop and shattered glass all over my office.

So today I made the trek out of the house (had to put on real pants whomp whomp) to write at a cafe. I have a local cafe that I usually enjoy, but for writing purposes, it’s a poor choice. It’s one of those places where the same dozen regulars gather every day and then try to turn all of the strangers into regulars too. So you’re sitting there with your headphones on, but not playing any music because you’re too paranoid to listen to tunes in public and miss out on some yelling fire, and one of these charmingly disheveled, retired regulars will politely ask if they can take the other empty chair at your two-top table.

You, being a generally pleasant human being, give a polite nod and possibly a brief smile and a “sure” before getting back to the incredibly inappropriate sex scene you’re writing. But this regular doesn’t want to take your extra chair, he wants to sit at the table with you and talk politics and weather and today’s sock fashions. And if it’s not a regular distracting you, it’s the kids that come into the cafe to eat their lunches because apparently this school district allows students to leave school property during lunch hours so they come in and eat out of cute little lunch boxes and yell at each other and generally destroy the peace and quiet with their charming kidness.

Anyway, so I decided that today I’d drag my ass to a Starbucks because Starbucks customers know how to respect the anonymity and personal space of fellow customers. Plus, I really wanted a vanilla sweet cream cold brew. Anyway, I walk in the door and I’m already regretting it. There’s ONE table left with ONE chair and it’s located uncomfortably close to two guys having some sort of business meeting. That’s okay, that’s fine. I’m less likely to throw my freaking laptop through the storefront window with so many witnesses.

I get my drink, I take the table, and I put on my headphones. Unfortunately the business guys are pretty loud so I have to actually listen to music which is a whole other issue since I’m an oblivious headphone wearer, singing along out loud to music that no one else can hear and table bopping to the beat. So I’m sitting there, pouring my guts out into a really emotional scene and trying not to clap along with Fitz and the Tantrums, when a little redhead who couldn’t have been more than four years old skips up to my table and puts a gigantic iced tea on it. She grins at me and in those adorable little kid eyes, I saw the universe saying “Neener neener!”

The little iced tea thief skipped off after I laughed and her mother demanded she stop giving away her iced tea. And then I was like “Holy. Shit. I just met Aurora.” (Note to New Readers: Aurora is an adorable child from the Blue Moon series. You should totally read it!) I started looking around after that and I realized EVERYONE IN THIS PLACE COULD BE A CHARACTER! There were the two business guys who busted out a secret buddy-guy handshake, the cashier who was yelling jolly, friendly things at every customer because I think he was hard of hearing, and the retired couple who got coffees and she read a paperback (not one of mine) while her husband snuck a picture of my shoes.

Then there was the coolest lady I’ve ever seen and I want to be just like her when/if I grow up. She was teensy with excellent posture, and dressed in really sexy looking workout leggings and a long-sleeve tunic tee. She had on these super trendy plastic frame glasses and was also wearing the smuffiest moccasins I’ve ever seen. She had her hair (gray with lavender highlights) pulled up in a fun topknot. When I do a topknot and wear leggings out of the house I look potentially homeless. She looked like she had just ambled out of some fancy art studio where she spends her afternoons creating masterpieces and was on her way to the grocery store to pick out a few items for tonight’s chef-inspired feast she would prepare for a dozen of her closest friends who are all almost as cool as she is.

Can you see why it’s dangerous to let me out of the house? My mind is on constant character alert. I actually exhaust myself sometimes. Fortunately, I nailed my word count goal before my bladder exploded (close call) and I was able to return home, calmer, less likely to destroy my laptop, and excited about either turning into my new life and style icon or at least writing her into one of my books.

In book news, Not Part of the Plan, the fourth title in the Blue Moon series is ALMOST finished!!!

xoxo,

Lucy

I had an inkling that today would be a rough Monday for many of us so I went to great lengths to bombard people with hilarious memes on FB.

And together, through laughter, snarkiness, and some alcohol, we got through the day! Nice job, everyone!

In writing news, I’ve officially started writing Blue Moon #4 (working title, unless I literally can’t come up with anything decent). So I’m getting to know Nikolai and Emma as they get to know each other, if you know what I mean… WINK. I’m really excited to be working on a Blue Moon book again. It feels a little bit like coming home… if home were a hippie commune in upstate New York.

In other non-news, we’ve got a Sinner & Saint: Crossing the Line GIVEAWAY going on on Amazon! So if you have any friends who haven’t read it yet, tell them to visit the contest and enter for a chance to win a free ebook.

Okay, I’ve got to take a shower before Mr. Lucy starts sniffing the air when he walks in the room.

xoxo,

Lucy

Happy Monday morning to you! First, a shoutout to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. on his day. It’s always a pleasure for me to mark the day that honors a man so focused on love and peace. May we all remember his Pinterest-worthy wisdom…

Speaking of love, my new release, Heart of Hope is out! This long-ass novella is set in the Kindle World of Hope Falls created by the lovely writing duo Melanie Shawn. Melanie and Shawna have been kicking butt at the romance game and I was thrilled when they invited me to write in their Hope Falls world. And not just because there was a town Bible so I didn’t have to make up any places or secondary characters myself ????

However, you know me. I can’t tell a short story. So I ended up with a 50k-word novel following Bristol Quinn as she and her family grieve the loss of her younger sister, Hope, in a tragic accident. Writing the prologue involved a lot of tissues for me. Bristol is a single mother of an eight-year-old daughter and runs her own business. She doesn’t have the time or the energy for love, but as her older sister’s Christmas wedding approaches, she decides to reach out to Hope’s heart recipient to invite him or her to the wedding.

When Bristol doesn’t get a response to her letter, she throws herself into coaching her daughter’s peewee hockey team…badly. But sexy stranger Beau arrives in town and scrapes her off the ice, offering to teach her how to skate and coach. He says he’s in town for a yoga retreat, but he’s definitely hiding something.

Bristol discovers that something when he disappears after a magical night together only to reappear at her sister’s Christmas wedding with a very special gift for her family.

This book seriously murdered my feelings over and over again as I was writing.

And the idea for it came to me from this story that went viral this summer. I remember watching the video of the bride putting her hand over her father’s heart that now beats in someone else’s chest and needing to take a five minute break to stop hyperventilating and sobbing.

You know I love viral videos that turn me into a mushy mess. The idea for Pretend You’re Mine came from all the military homecoming videos I was binge-watching at the time. And thankfully, according to my ARC team and early reviews, I wasn’t the only one who got a tad bit teary over Heart of Hope. I hope you pick up the story, cry your face off, and tell all your friends.

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This weekend marked a huge milestone of sorts for me. On October 22, 2015, Pretend You’re Mine was published on Amazon. The timing was incredibly fortuitous as I had just gotten canned from my job the day before.

Let me back up a bit, I worked for a conservative accounting firm. And, guessing that the news wouldn’t be well-received, I kept my hobby of romance writing TOP SECRET. During my annual review when one of the bosses showed concern that I didn’t share any personal goals with them, I kept my mouth shut and didn’t say, “My goal is to write bestselling romance novels so I can quit this job.”

I wrote and released Undercover Love earlier that year and, while secretly thrilled by its modest success, I didn’t tell a soul at work that my dreams of being a published author came true. But I was so proud of the work I’d done with Pretend You’re Mine that when the book was getting formatted for its debut on Amazon, I finally confessed to some of my co-workers.

It felt sooooo good to tell them!

As the launch day neared, I got nervous and felt like it was something I should share with the bosses. I didn’t want them to find out from someone else and feel like I had betrayed them or disappointed them by keeping it a secret.

So the Monday before Pretend You’re Mine came out, I nervously hovered in the doorway of one of the bosses (I had several). I made my confession and considered it a success when she didn’t seem upset.

On Wednesday I was called into the conference room and told that my services at the company would no longer be needed and that I could have until the end of the year to find a new job.

I was devastated.

I’d struggled with the job from the beginning, but felt so invested in the people and my efforts. I felt like I was a failure, as if there was something wrong with me that I just couldn’t fit into the professional world. I’d been laid off three years prior from what I thought was my dream job at a newspaper that canned seventy people in one day the same year they won the Pulitzer. I’d also spent years working for a university’s alumni magazine in a sweet work from home deal that ended abruptly when my supervisor needed to shore up the department’s budget.

I took all of these “departures” personally, spending half the time feeling like a big, fat failure and the other half of the time indignant that no one recognized my value to their organization. (OK, it was probably more like 20/80.)

So I went home, freshly fired, and the next morning Pretend You’re Mine went live on Amazon.

I can’t even tell you how proud I am of that book and all of the amazing accolades it earned. It changed my life and gave me a new start as the author I always dreamed I would be. Thanks to book sales, I was able to quit before the end of the year. Which, I’ll admit, felt so damn good.

It’s been a year since then. And I never could have imagined where this year would take me. I’ve been writing full time and, by the end of December, I’ll have six published books to my name. I’ve slept late, taken vacations, learned to sail, and written almost every single day. I make my own schedule and worship the flexibility that I now have.

Of course, it hasn’t been all Champagne and sandy beaches. This is the hardest freaking job I’ve ever had in my life. Sometimes I sit at my computer for twelve hours a day trying to make the story perfect for you (and for me). Sometimes I hit a wall, a thirty-story brick wall that seems insurmountable. I don’t have stubborn or short-sighted or “this is the way we’ve always done it” bosses to blame mistakes on. I worry about running out of ideas. I worry about having too many ideas. I worry about disappointing readers. I worry about embarrassing family members when they read the sexy parts. I worry that the next book won’t sell. I worry about dumping all of the household stuff on Mr. Lucy because I’m glued to my keyboard. I worry about not being there for friends and family when a deadline looms. I worry about suddenly sucking at writing.

But I keep doing it. Because I love it. Because this is what I’m supposed to do.

So thank you to Mr. Lucy for supporting my dreams and telling me that the best thing that could happen to me would be to get fired, to my family who isn’t remotely surprised that this is where I am today,to the indie publisher who took a chance on me, to the people who believed in me, and even the people who didn’t believe in me. Because of all of you, I pushed hard to make this happen and I’m so proud to be here today!

xoxo

 

Hey everyone! I’ve been getting a lot of questions about what’s next from readers. Well, hang on to your bookmarks because it’s a LOT.

While working on the Blue Moon series, an idea for a hot, sexy, wild story kept floating through my brain. Don’t worry, I promise you that the Pierce brothers didn’t suffer! But the idea did percolate for six months before I could finally lay fingers to keyboard for…Sinner and Saint! My heart actually beats faster just thinking about this story.

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But this is complicated news so let’s talk good news, bad news, good news.

Good news

You’re going to have Sinner and Saint: Crossing the Line in November! Yay! Further good news, it’s a sexy, meaty, hot, exciting thriller. Waverly Sinner is a second-generation Hollywood goddess living in the gilded cage of expectations. At twenty, she’s still under the thumb of her parents, one of Hollywood’s golden power couples. But when a threat materializes against their precious princess, her parents use it as an excuse to hire a private security firm to protect her…and keep her in line. If Waverly felt like she was in a cage before, meeting Xavier Saint slams the door shut on her own private prison. She can’t go anywhere without him shadowing her, bossing her around, judging her. He thinks she’s just another spoiled starlet, but Waverly is just a few months shy of breaking out of the life she never chose, that is, if she can get past Xavier to escape.

Instead of love at first sight, Sinner and Saint is a battle royale. But when a dangerous stalker threatens Waverly’s life, she has to trust Xavier to stand between her and a potential killer. Adrenaline, forbidden lust, and danger? Oh yeah, the sparks are a flyin’ in this story!

Bad news

Here’s where it gets dicey. This is just the beginning of Sinner and Saint. And the beginning is so long it is its own book. I really had a vision for the complete story when I started, but what I didn’t know was how much material was necessary to tell it all. So I had to break it into two books. I know what you’re saying “Oh, so two books! That’s pretty great!” It is except for the fact that the perfect and very natural break between the two story halves is a…dun dun dunnnn…cliffhanger.

Back to better news

I plan to release Sinner and Saint: Breaking the Rules in December. So that’s just a month apart for TWO books and I swear on my morning coffee that you’ll get your happily ever after! It just might take close to two hundred thousand words with a one month breather.

So apologies, for those of you (myself included) who really do not have the patience for cliffhangers. But I promise I’ll make it worth your while.

Even gooder news

So as if two books in two months isn’t good enough, guess who’s releasing a novella in January?? THIS GIRL! The very talented sister writing team Melanie Shawn invited me to write a book in their Hope Falls Kindle World. This book releases January 12 and it’s going to be sweet and sexy and punch you all right in the feels with a Christmas story that’s Hallmark Channel-worthy.

Three books in three months? OMG, it’s a Christmas Lucy miracle!

But wait, there’s more!

Also, for those of you who were really sad to see the end of the Pierce Brothers and Blue Moon, don’t be! The book after my Hope Falls installation will be #4 in the Blue Moon series starring Gia’s sister Emmaline, who is now general manager of the restaurant side of John Pierce Brews. After spending years working in L.A. she has exactly zero tolerance for womanizers, so imagine how she’ll feel about becoming the latest fascination to photographer and serial love ‘em and leave ‘em hunk Nikolai Vulkov. Just how far do you think the Beautification Committee will go to make Niko fall in love with Emma and their crazy town? Far enough to make him finally want to put down roots?

I’m really, really, REALLY excited about all of these stories. Like wild-eyed-crazy-person-dance-into-Mr.-Lucy’s-office-because-I-wrote-something-awesome excited. I seriously cannot wait for you to meet these characters and read their stories. And if the Sinner & Saint cliffhanger is a deal breaker, just buy both books in December and have a massive read-a-thon.

Note to self: Totally need “Don’t Bother Me I’m Reading” sweatshirts.

Xoxo,

Lucy