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Hunter’s Bedroom

Ever have those days when nothing seems to go the way you planned? I’ve had a month of them, and I’ve decided that instead of bemoaning the fact of failed plans, I’m going to simply embrace the chaos that has ensued.

The current section I’m working on entails describing Hunter’s house. I’ve been struggling to visualize the inside of Hunter’s house. What does it look like? What’s the major color scheme? Does Hunter care about color schemes? In attempting to describe the interior to readers, I’m stuck on the idea that I somehow need to see it, even in theory, before I can show it to the audience.

In desperation boredom, I took to Pinterest.  Now, I love me some good DIY projects (I just redid all of the kitchen cabinets in my house), and enjoy looking at decor ideas (I lean more traditional and comfy than anything else). But looking for “masculine bedrooms” was something I never thought to explore. There aren’t too many examples that resonated with me, but there was one (from Gentlemans Gazette) that I thought would be a Hunter-perfect fit.

Hunter's Bedroom

Now, there are a couple of things I would change about this to make it fit in with my mental vision. For example, I would have dark hardwood floors, huge picture windows along two walls, and a small bureau for daily clothing essentials (boxer briefs [because he’s just that kind of guy], socks, and other various sundries.). But this is the vibe I was struggling to see. Now that I have it, I’ve breezed through the remainder of this chapter.

I’m on to the next…Finley gets to meet Hunter’s mom. Yikes!


Do you guys do any home decor/renovating projects that begin with Pinterest? Are you a DIYer? What do you think about the basis of Hunter’s bedroom?

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WIP 8.9.18

Since redoing the title (Blood Frost Meeting Midnight) and cover art, not to mention doing some serious proofreading (yeesh!), I’ve decided to start sharing some of the Work in Progress (WIP) of

Fighting Midnight

Ankarrah Chronicles Book Two

The woman who birthed me is going to die by my hand. I want to watch the last flicker of life bleed from her eyes as I stand there holding her dying heart in my hand. She ripped away the two most important people in my life as if they were simple irritants, like swatting gnats flitting around her head on a humid summer day.

The decimated bodies of my adopted parents litter my living room. The parts and pieces of people that held me, comforted me, supported me, and loved me were scattered around my sanctuary like so much trash blown down a windswept alley. Their arms would no longer welcome me, their hands would no longer dry my tears, their mouths would no longer smile in humor.

The sorrow drowns out the rage, leaching the heat from my body as I crumple into a ball. A high-pitched keening rises through the still, blood-soaked room. Backing up against the crimson-streaked wall, I lift my hands to block out the noise. My long dark brown hair falls forward as I rock on my heels. The breath backs up in my lungs, squeezing my chest; there’s no air to be found.

“Finley.” A deep voice booms through the thunder of static and rushing thump-thump of my pulse pounding through my head.

The glowing white-blonde hair of Hunter fills my vision, blocking out the horror in the room around us. Latching onto his gaze with my own, he becomes the anchor that keeps me from splintering apart and blowing away like dandelion fuzz in a summer breeze.

“Baby take a breath.” His hands grab my shoulders.

Feeling my mouth drop open, my lungs expand sucking in a huge lungful of air. It shudders through my chest, and a shaky hiss shimmers through the air on my exhale. Over and over again, he breathes with me, watching me. I can feel my legs once again, the bottom of my pants stiff and cool from the dried blood I’d waded through earlier.

He blinks, his eyelids shuttering his eyes for the briefest of seconds, and I struggle to maintain my hold on the last threads of my sanity. I can feel the darkness clamping down on my throat. The chocolate depths find me once again, keeping me from the slide into crazy-town. His warm hands like furnaces against the ice-cold skin of my arms.

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Current Status

I’ve updated my book (title, cover image, proofreading). I’ll post the links once the updates are live.

In other news, I’ve just started reading the Dark in You (Rated R for language and sex) series by Suzanne Wright. One of the better demons/angels series I’ve read in a while. You can find my review of the series once I’ve finished them (4 books in total, I’m on book 2). Here’s the link for Burn (Book 1) if you’re interested:

Burn by [Wright, Suzanne]