Lesfic Book Club: Who’d Have Thought

For our September meeting of the Lesfic Book Club, we discussed G Benson’s novel, Who’d Have Thought. If you weren’t able to make it, check out the transcript below.

A couple of notes on the transcript:

If you want to join us live, we discuss lesfic novels every month at http://lesficlove.com (sign up or follow me on Twitter to find out what we’re reading next). Some chat participants requested that their names be obscured, so below you’ll see that everyone has been anonymized as Reader 1, Reader 2, etc

G Benson

I just got in! Hi all!

Reader 1

Yay

Reader 2

Ah, shoot. Well, you’ve always got the transcript, Reader 1

Reader 5

Hi

Reader 2

Hello! Thanks for joining us!

Reader 3

Hello.

Reader 4

Hi there

Reader 5

Do we call you G?

G Benson

Also please…no use of the Q word or Hayden won’t speak to any of you

Gabby is fine!

A fellow Aussie nicknamed me Benno, if you’re so inclined haha

Reader 6

Hey Gabby! Nice to have you here!

Reader 5

I have read Who’d have thought so many times, it’s my joint favourite book ever

Reader 7

Hello everyone

G Benson

hi @Reader 6 ! Thank you all for having me!

Reader 5

But….. One question, when did Sam start falling for Hayden. Christmas Eve, visiting her mom?

Reader 3

My first question: Why is Sam so awesome?

G Benson

This is the first time I’ve used slack so sorry if I’m a bit slow

Reader 3

And second question: Why did it take so long for Hayden to realize how awesome Sam was?

G Benson

@Reader 5 before I answer this, I would LOVE to know when everyone else thinks Sam started to fall for Hayden and why in that moment

or is that a cheat answer from me?

Reader 5

Cheat answer

G Benson

@Reader 3 Sam is so awesome because she is Sam and is never anyone else but Sam hehe

Reader 5

I’ll show you mine if you show me yours

Reader 3

It’s not a cheat if you still give your answer in the end.

G Benson

@Reader 3 it took Sam so long to realise because Hayden is a bit if a stubborn fool

also my cat is trying to sit on my keyboard so all typos are his fault

Reader 3

Also, I really loved the epilogue.

Reader 5

I think it was when she got hurt by her mom and Sam was cleaning her lip

Reader 2

Very convenient excuse

G Benson

Wait I meant it took Hayden so long to realise!

Reader 6

Lol I haven’t read the book all the way. I’ve been so busy with work I haven’t read much lately but I love it so far and don’t want to miss this conversation been trying to get you here for months lol

G Benson

Can’t blame that one on me cat…

Oh no @Reader 6 you’ll get so many spoilers

Reader 5

So……. when was it??

PLease

Please even

Reader 6

I’m good. I don’t mind the spoilers

Reader 5

Reader 6, I’ll wipe your memory after this like they do in men in black

Reader 1

What i love about fake relationships is seeing who breaks first and admits feelings

G Benson

@Reader 5 I promise an answer when I hear when others thing it happened hehe

Reader 6

Thank you @Reader 5

Reader 5

okaaaaaay

Is the keyboard warrior who you based Frank on?

G Benson

@Reader 1 that is a fantastic part of it all. As an author sometimes it isn’t clear who’ll break first even to you

Reader 3

I wouldn’t be surprised if she liked her even before they arranged the whole fake marriage.

Reader 6

Same Reader 1! I always bet my self how long each will break first

Reader 8

Not a question but I wanted to say I thought you wrote very movingly about dementia. It’s such an awful disease.

G Benson

The keyboard warrior isn’t my Frank inspiration, he’s far too social! My Frank inspiration is my lovely now 10 year old guy who was on the street for 3 years before we adopted him. But since WHT was released he’s softened into a complete lap cat so Frank lives on alone as the soul grumper

Reader 1

So you didn’t know until you wrote it?

Reader 3

Sam seems to have been aware of Hayden well before their first meeting after connecting online.

G Benson

@Reader 8 thank you for that feedback! That was a lot of research and experience with my job, but also a lot of my own heart into that story as my grandmother had alzheimers. I wanted it to ring true very much

Reader 5

I took away the fact that the older version of people is not who they will be remembering. That’s not something I’d thought of. My auntie has late stage alzheimers

G Benson

@Reader 1 I’m a terrible pantser who knows nothing until I write it. I often write myself into a wall and have to restart storylines because of it

Reader 1

Lol same @G Benson

Reader 9

I’m here yall my bad I lost track of time

Reader 5

Don’t I know it Reader 1

Kidding

Have we had enough answers yet @G Benson

Reader 10

2 of my grandparents had it. And my father will (in 30 years, I hope). It was definitely well researched and well written.

Reader 1

One thing I wonder is about Sam. I read her as very likely on the autism spectrum. Was that in your mind as a possibility?

Reader 9 

Thank you some one else saw that too I thought I was trippin

Reader 5 

She’s very anal

Reader 3

I had wondered as well.

Reader 5 

Definitely OCD

G Benson 

Oh we can thread! I need to learn slack

should I stop tagging and thread instead?

Reader 11 

When I described the book to my wife, I made the same observation (while telling her that it wasn’t explicitly stated in the book) 

Reader 5 

Cooeeeee

Reader 12 

or maybe INTJ

Reader 1 

Tagging is fine

Reader 5

I tried  to twitter you this question months and months ago….and here I am still waiting…..

Reader 6

I might have to catch the reread damn working a business is hard and I have to take a call. But I just wanted to say I read flinging it first and I absolutely loved it to pieces. Your writing is amazing !!!

G Benson 

So glad you liked Flinging It thank you!

Reader 6 

I’m usually not one for affairs but you did it so well…and the situation of pour Cora I can definitely relate to the abuse she was going through. It sucks to feel powerless like she did. And to work with that person is even worse. I was really impressed with the whole thing!!

G Benson 

I never thought I’d write an affair book but these things are never black and white, and for poor Cora it was so far from it

@Reader 1 I’ve had this questions a lot and the answer is definitively yes. I wrote Sam and Sam happened to be on the autism spectrum, it wasn’t something I intentionally wrote. When I realised she was, it was when a friend reading it over before publication pointed it out and it was too late to have a sensitivity reader go over it, or even go through and put it in the book in a way that meant people didn’t have to ask, and without having a sensitivity read I was hesitant to slot it in at the end post edits. But yes, Sam is definitely on the spectrum

Reader 1

A few of us are on the spectrum

I think it’s safe to own it

Reader 5

Just because it’s not explicitly stated doesn’t mean it can’t be so

Reader 9 

Sooo true

G Benson 

So true and totally agree! Just when it comes to something involving a minority group, I like to have a sensitivity reader involved as I would hate to unintentionally write something harmful, but yes, even thought it’s not stated, it is true

Reader 1

Plus older women are rarely diagnosed

She might not have thought about it

Reader 5

Still waiting Gabby, be my bedtime soon here in the UK,,, just sayin

G Benson

That’s true Reader 1, girls and women are often not diagnosed, and sam is definitely on the spectrum

Reader 5

I want me a Sam, she was like my dream woman

G Benson

So, when did Sam start to fall?

Reader 5

……….

Reader 1

Lol

G Benson

Sam had a soft spot for Hayden from the start

she all but says as much

Reader 1

Totally

Reader 3

Knew it.

Reader 1

I mean how quickly she warms to her quirkiness

G Benson

So for Sam, it was less a moment of falling and more a steady, soft descent until “thump” feelings

Reader 5

Yeah when she first looked back and saw her watching them wheel, the trolley out

Reader 1

Would sam have ever talked to her without this arrangement? Or is work too compartmentalized?

Reader 5

And Hayden hates her and says as much – ouch

Reader 3

And all the mentions of being aware of her for quite some time. Noticing her in med school. Noting her when she first saw her working as a nurse.

G Benson

I don’t think Sam would ever have approached her about the arrangement, work, to Sam, was 100% compartmentalised

I think she came close to a heart attack when someone she knew walked into that coffee shop

@Reader 5 does that satisfy your question?

Reader 3

Probably even more so that it was Hayden.

G Benson

@Reader 3 exactly! Oh no someone I know….oh no, someone I think is very, very cute and not only that but very competent

Reader 5

Yours was the first non binary character book I’ve read.

Reader 9

On another note where did the inspiration come from for luce to be non binary

G Benson

Two important things on Sam’s checklist of “am I interested in this person”

Reader 5

Satisfy my question……. welll…… I suppose so

G Benson

@Reader 9 I have many enby friends and it felt so natural to have Hayden’s bestie be enby! And Luce was just so fun to write, they just flowed for me

Reader 9

That’s awesome I love luce as a character they are quite the personality

Reader 5

Luce is a star, she got nearly all the best lines

G Benson

Haha if you want more specifics @Reader 5 I can say that when they were at Hayden’s families Sam’s soft descent suffered a trip that was very akin to a fall

Reader 5

Sorry threy

thye

they

argh my keyboard

hates me

G Benson

Luce is an absolute crack up

Reader 5

Thanks

I knew when she wiped her lip there were genuine feelings there

Reader 3

I didn’t really understand much about what it meant to be non-binary until recently. I kind of knew, but kind of didn’t.

Reader 5

I’m so ignorant I didn’t spot the they bit at first, ten thought it was a typo…. then finally twigged

Reader 3

I have a much clearer picture now.

Reader 1

Hahaha

Reader 11

How did you come up with the inheritance idea and how Sam planned to spend it? (That really helped me actually like the fake wedding idea that I had only tolerated earlier)

G Benson

I think that’s such a great thing about fiction, we can introduce ourselves and each other to so many new and wonderful things and learn so much compassion through it

Reader 3

If only Sam’s parents knew anything about compassion.

Reader 5

The way you wrote them I really wanted to reach thru the page, grab their necks and throttle them

Reader 9 

Took the words right out of my mouth

G Benson 

Same to be honest

I got angry when I was writing and had to take a break

Reader 9 

They are just so.. Horrible

Reader 5 

As a mother I have no comprehension of how they could act like that. I know its a book but it’s real life too, I’d never heard of conversion therapy and was horrified such a thing existed

Reader 4

I’m back, had to do a few things  was scrolling through what has been said, i don’t think it’s when Sam had feelings, i think more when Hayden did, because hated her

G Benson

@Reader 11 that’s a great question, because it took me a while to figure out! I wrote WHT for Nano (national novel writing a month, where writers live of coffee and try write an entire novel in four weeks) and as I’m a pantser, I just went “right, okay, fake relationship, they can be fun, two people who work together cause I love me that in a hospital setting, and oooo, one doesn’t really like the other” and I got part way and was like…but why the fake marriage? And the first thing I thought of was I wanted it to be unusual, so I started from the angle of wanting to get back at homophobic family, and how that could look…and then the only way a character like Sam would go about it was the way she did. Just dating a woman to annoy them wouldn’t be solid enough a reason for fake marriage. Plus, if I’d only gone with that angle we would have had to see Sam interacting with her family more and they were poo and I didn’t want to do that

Reader 2

When you’re not working on a NaNo project, how long does it usually take you to get through a draft?

READER 13

Not gonna be able to participate but just stopping in to say hi

G Benson

Even with Nano, I don’t really get to finish as I’m notorious for writing super long manuscripts…oops

My first took me about a year over all

My second something ridiculous like 6 weeks, I lived and breathed caffeine

My third 6 months

And WHT 8 weeks

BUT that’s like, messy draft, then it’s going back and revising every sentence and story line and looking at what beta readers have said, then the editing starts (enter headache)

Reader 1

All while working full time?

Reader 9

Wow

Reader 4 

No kidding, wow

G Benson 

I’m definitely no the norm! I can sit hyperfocused for two hours and pump out words, but then not write anything for six months once it’s finished

READER 13

What do you do for work? I work 2 full time jobs while trying to write so I understand that

G Benson

The last I was part time but the others full time! It’s why I work so well with Nano, i have to write every day

Reader 3

Is it weird that the most positive and healthy portrayals of autistic characters I have found have been in lesfic?

At times there may be a detail or two missing from the author’s portrayal of autistic characters, but their portrayals are fairly accurate and genuine and don’t leave me feeling offended or upset in any way.

Unlike with other autistic characters outside of lesfic.

G Benson

I teach English as a foreign language

Reader 9 

That’s pretty cool

Reader 5 

English is a foreign language within itself

I often struggle to speak it and to type it…. well there is no hope

G Benson 

Its a horrendous language

my favourite joke is that English isn’t a language, it’s three other languages wearing a trench coat

Reader 5

So you edit after the beta readers? Do they see first, second draft?

READER 13

Ok gtg

Gtg, Gabby it was a pleasure meeting you. Hopefully we can have you back so I can actually converse with you

G Benson

I tend to send every few chapters to beta readers, but only two suffer that, as they know it’s the messy, not even up to being called first draft version

The others I work with get the first draft

Reader 5

Reader 1, are you reading this? Can we do this?

Reader 2

Do you edit as you go then, take the betas’ comments into account once they read those chapters?

Reader 1

What send out every few chapters? Of course

Reader 5

Nooooooooo

Reader 1

Lol

Reader 5

Send out after first draft

Like the first chapter because I’m lazy and don’t want to do more work than is necessary

G Benson

@Reader 2 I tend to take them into account as I go, as I’m a pantser, their comments can catch me up before I write myself into a wall

Reader 2

Sounds like a good strategy!

So one of my favorite questions to ask is what’s your favorite part of the romance to write?

G Benson

@Reader 2 ooo this is a fun question and one I’ve never thought about

Hmm

I love writing flirty banter

At the start, before its a thing, and right after they’ve had a first kiss/a moment that confirms their both interested, that flirty banter then is such fun to write

Reader 5

In all your books, who is the character most like yourself?

G Benson

What’s everyone’s favourite part of a romance to read?

Reader 2 

I’m gonna have to go with the meet-cute – sets up all the ‘before’ personalities and issues and has the potential for a lot of different creative interpretations

Reader 6 

My favorite part of romance to read is the falling in love

Reader 4

I love the flirty banter

Reader 9

I love the banter right before the first kiss

G Benson

@Reader 5 oh wow thats a terrifying question best made to one of my friends or my wife

Reader 5

The happy epilogue after all the angst is over and done

Go on then ask her for me please?

G Benson

Haha she’s not here! Wait I’ll whattsapp her. if the answer scares me I’ll pretend she’s not online

Reader 5

Ok, which would you most like to sleep with, who would you least like to kiss

Reader 3

I like all the little moments that pull the characters slowly together.

G Benson

It looks like everyone loves flirty banter

Reader 4

And the angst

G Benson

It’s so strange to think of my characters like that because they’re all my little creations

Reader 3

What was the most fun thing to research for this book?

Reader 1

I also love banter and the resolution

Reader 3

The epilogue was great.

G Benson

can I turn that question around and ask who everyone else would least like to kiss? Haha

Reader 5

I like reading the banter but writing the arguments 

G Benson 

I lvoe writing arguments, they’re so snappy

Reader 5 

I’m having so much fun, I broke off writing one now to be here

G Benson 

Then I feel honoured!

Reader 5 

Lol, you haven’t seen my writing. You may just have saved mankind

Reader 6 

Don’t let her foul you!!! She’s amazing when it comes to writing!!

Reader 5 

Aww Reader 6, thanks chick. We need you to read the collaboration book to see what you think so far please

Reader 6 

I’ll let you know when I have the time. I have the little bit that Reader 1 sent me the last time you said and I still haven’t read it. Plus my phone is still acting up and won’t let me in my docs. Been pissing me off!! Ive just been so focused on my business it’s been nuts. But hey I made $100 today in Pre-Claims doing nothing but sitting on my butt haha. I didn’t even read Who’d have thought yet. I’m like on chapter too. Before they meet up. And I’ve been waiting for this book forever! Lol I’m gonna stay up tonight and read this though. I was even late to reading @Reader 2 new book she wrote as Kaylin for its M/F and I’m excited for the series. Scary & Sweet was amazing and just what I needed for that small break. Definitely check it out! But I will find the time here when this month is over. I should be more organized and on a schedule I’m hoping.

Reader 5

You need to chill a little. You’re super busy so don’t worry about beta reading. It’s still only half way thru and there’s a lot to write still. I need to finish Crash Dance as it’s changed loads since you read it. Story is the same just more details. And I have first draft of my 2nd book written which you’re welcome to look at some time in 2022 when you’re not so busy

Reader 6 

It will slow down come October. Maybe, at least I’ll be more organized I hope!!! That’s awesome I’m super excited for when you finally finish it!!!

Reader 5 

Me too, it’s been nearly a year now lol

Reader 6 

Yeah lol thats terribly long though mine will take longer so…I understand

Reader 5 

There’s no rush and when it’s fine it will be the best I can do. Then if it’s rejected I’ll take the hint

Reader 6 

It won’t be! Don’t doubt yourself it gets nowhere. I know from experience. And I just got a bit busier. I officially have a team now!! I signed my first team member last night

Reader 5 

Proud of you!

Jae edited the first chapter of mine and Reader 1’s book. I say edited it was more like ripped to pieces but I learnt some valuable stuff from her

Reader 6 

Yeah I can imagine. Jae is perfect for that !!

Reader 5 

She is very good at it lol

Reader 6 

Awwww!!!

Reader 1

Haden is adorable

G Benson

@Reader 3 most fun to research was marriage law

It was such a bizarre rabbit whole to fall down and it was all US based and being Australian I got super confused, a lot

@Reader 1 an adorable fool (her words, I’m sure)

Reader 1

Shit we get confused too

Reader 2

Do you have a project you’re working on right now, Gabby?

Reader 4

Is Flinging It going to be on audiobook at anytime

G Benson 

I haven’t heard anything about that from my publisher sadly!

Reader 4 

That’s too bad

G Benson

@Reader 2 I actually can finally, after 2 years, say I do! I have about half way into a new manuscript. This one has been like pulling teeth, and will change the “how fast I write a manuscript” answer drastically

Reader 5

Have you ever considered a follow up to WHT like Sam with a baby and nappies to change

Reader 1

And where do you get your ideas in general?

My solution to not having ideas is to hang out with creative and silly writers. I have more snippets from conversations here than anywhere.

G Benson

@Reader 1 I used to write a lot of fanfic, so TV used to inspire me a lot. Now it’s just more, things I want to see wlw getting to do in stories!

@Reader 5 Sam would be such an organised mum

I havent thought of it at all but the image of Hayden, Sam and Frank all coping with a newborn is delightful

Reader 2

I imagine a lot of willful discussions all the way around – I love it

Reader 5

Hmmm, Have you got kids Gabby?  Because an organised mum is only possible if you leave it all to the nanny

G Benson

There would be so many discussions. Those two will never have a problem with communication

Reader 3

I think they’d be coping with things regarding Hayden’s mom as well considering everything.

Reader 5

Yes please then, a sequel Called Who’d Have Them

Reader 14

Stopping by to say hi to a fellow Aussie

G Benson

Haha Sam will try be organised, desperately clinging to the schedule the baby, Hayden, and Frank all refuse to adhere too

WHo’d Have Them hahahaha

Reader 9

Hahahahahh

Reader 6

It be great!!

Reader 5

You have my permission to use that title

G Benson

If it ever happens, I may take you up on that @Reader 5

Reader 5

You’re welcome, I only ask you send me a free book as I gave you not only the title but the story too

G Benson

That sounds like a fair trade

Reader 6

Awww! Lucky!

Reader 5

Bugger, maybe I have undersold myself??

Reader 1

And if you need future autism sensitivity readers you have a few here.

G Benson 

Thank you Reader 1! That’s great of you to offer!

Reader 1 

It’s my pleasure. Doing that now for a debut and it’s great representation and story so far

G Benson 

Its fantastic to hear debuts are utilising sensitivity readers!

Reader 1 

Yes. It’s great that people are taking rep seriously

G Benson

My wife said I’m most like Anna because of my humour apparently…hmmm

Reader 9

Alright yall it’s bed time for me gnight yall @G Benson it has been a pleasure

G Benson

Anna from all the little moments in case you havent read it

Reader 5

I’ve read it

G Benson

@Reader 9 Thanks for chatting! Hope you sleep well

Reader 9

Thanks @G Benson gnight yall

Reader 2

Night Krys!

Reader 5

Night Krys

Reader 4

Goodnifht

Reader 2

Anybody else have questions for Gabby? @Reader 3 I don’t think you’ve asked your traditional oddball one yet have you?

G Benson

OO oddball

My interest is piqued

Reader 3

I’m still thinking of one.

Reader 2

And now I put you on the spot, my bad!

G Benson

I’ll pretend I didn’t read anything about an oddball question

Reader 5

Have you any author mates that you drink wine with and come up with great one liners for your books

Reader 1

Has your wife read all your books?

Reader 3

Hmmm… if you could be any part of a BLT sandwich, which part would you be? The bacon, the lettuce, the tomato or the toasted bread?

G Benson

Haha any author mates I drink with we end up talking about other books we love

@Reader 1 she has!

Reader 5

Names or it’s never happened

G Benson

@Reader 3 I’d be the lettuce, mostly made of water and I like green

Reader 5

Gabby, whose books have you read who are here talking to you tonight?

That’s an on the spot question

G Benson

Ohh nooo I cheated in my answer because I mostly read fanfiction hahaa

I talk about fanfic and they talk about books and I say “Yeah but…Kara and Lena from Supergirl…in another 20000 word angsty one shot”

Reader 3

Favorite fanfic pairing?

G Benson

Lena and Alex from Supergirl

Reader 6

Yes!!  Love Kara & Lena!! Can’t wait for october for the new season!!!

G Benson

Clarke and Lexa too but also it hurts a lot to think about

Reader 6

Eek no no no not okay Alex with Kelly

G Benson

I love Alex and Kelly too

But I tend to love whats not on the screen as it has more fic and angst potential, I am an angst love in fic. I don’t even need happy endings

Reader 3

What pairing would you like to see but have yet to see?

G Benson

@Reader 3 I wanted Alex and Lena very badly because then they could give us queer Lena, even thought they’d never give Lena/Kara, and Alex could avoid the trap of having a relationship and that would be all her story would become, or all her gfs would be, as Lena has a role in the show that extends to connections and storylines with other characters

Reader 10

Lena with almost everyone. Katie McGrath is amazing.

Reader 6

Though I did think last season they were pushing Lena and Alex…only for Alex didn’t know who Kara was lol … then in pops James’s sister haha

Reader 1

I am a season behind

G Benson

@Reader 6 same!

@Reader 1 the last season was suuuuuper slow to start

Reader 1

I’m just too busy to catch up. I will though. I love alex

Reader 6

I want Alex haircut!!           

G Benson

Alex is the best, as is the relationship with Kara and Alex

Reader 1

Definitely. They are great

Reader 6

It was super slow for sure but it was great besides the end with stupid Lex!!

Reader 5

What are we discussing here? I’m too old for this convo, might be my bedtime now.

Reader 6

Supergirl

G Benson

HAha I do need to head off too, it’s late this side of the world

unless there’s any last WHT question?

Reader 1

My daughter loves supergirl too. Since she was 2.

I will probably think of some after i finish my reread

Reader 5

I could talk to you about WHT all night, i can practically recite it I’ve read it that often

Reader 2

Thank you so much for chatting with us, Gabby! Especially with the time difference

G Benson

Feel free ask them when you have the Reader 1!

Reader 1

Will do

G Benson

@Reader 5 that’s the highest praise I think one can get!

Thanks for having me @Reader 2 it’s been fun!

Reader 4

It was so great chatting with you, thanks so much

Reader 6

Yes thank you!! I’ve been trying months to get you here!!

Reader 5

It’s true, I even bought the paperback

Reader 3

Yes, thanks for joining us.

Reader 5

Thanks Gabby, it’s been amazing to talk to you

Reader 10

Thank you!

G Benson

It’s been so much fun chatting to you all! Revisiting Sam and Hayden is always such a good time

Reader 5

Don’t forget the sequel

Reader 1

Thanks for creating them

G Benson

They pretty stubbornly created themselves, they popped out fully formed

Reader 1

Awesome

Then thanks for listening to them

G Benson

Thanks again, and I hope you all have an awesome afternoon/night/morning! This was fun, I hope to see you all again!

Sneak Peek: Destroyers

The Elimination Game is reduced to ashes but Daniel and Sasha can’t afford to celebrate. Every Watcher in the state is looking for them, so when a resistance group calling themselves the Destroyers offer a safe haven, they have no choice but to accept. The Destroyers don’t give out charity, though. They expect help in return and as they arm themselves to take down the Watchers, Daniel and Sasha must choose: fight or flee?

Destroyers by Mae Orwell

Destroyers is the third book in the Watchers trilogy, available now on all major retailers. Read the first chapter below.


The scene in the motel room is chaotic when Sasha, Daniel and Levi return from the office, first aid kit in hand.

“Quick, open it up,” Aisha barks at them the moment they’re in the door. “Is there antiseptic? What about a hemostat?”

“I don’t know what that is!” Sasha says, panicked, as she comes over to the bed and pulls open the kit.

Aisha has Brody’s leg elevated with a stack of pillows and her hand is clamped over his thigh. Jane’s standing by with her arms full of what looks like every towel from the bathroom, and there’s blood everywhere. It’s on Aisha’s hands, on the comforter, and on the wash cloth she’s using to put pressure on the wound.

“Oh my God,” Levi says, his eyes as big as saucers. “Is he going to be okay?”

“Go sit over there,” Aisha barks at him. “You’re in my light.”

She nods to the front of the room, where Francie and Erica are huddled together beneath the window. They’re both just as pale as Brody, clinging to each other and looking sick with worry.

While Sasha frantically sifts through the first aid kit looking for anything that’ll help, Daniel takes Levi’s arm and guides him over to the window. The two of them sit down with Francie and Erica, and Daniel arranges his body so as to block their view.

“Don’t watch,” he says. “Aisha’s going to take care of Brody.”

“Are there Watchers out there?” Erica asks, her voice barely audible. She looks up and when she reaches for the curtains, Daniel sees her hand shaking.

He takes it before she can rustle the thin curtains, squeezing her hand in what he hopes is a comforting gesture. “No. Not right now, but we have to be careful.”

“They’ll be looking for us,” Levi says.

“We can’t worry about that right now,” Daniel answers.

“He’s bleeding out,” Aisha says, drawing everyone’s attention back to the bed. “Screw the antiseptic – I need that hemostat now. It looks like scissors, but with a gripping end. Any luck?”

Sasha riffles through the first aid kit, making a mess of bandages all over the stained comforter until finally, she fumbles something small and metal out of the box. “Is this it?”

Aisha doesn’t bother to confirm – she just snatches the hemostat out of Sasha’s hands and goes to work. When she lifts the towel from Brody’s thigh, blood comes bubbling out of the wound like baking soda from a science fair volcano and Erica makes a retching sound.

Daniel puts his hand over her eyes and then he closes his own. The darkness is only marginally better than watching Aisha dig into Brody’s thigh with the instrument.

“I have to get the bullet out,” Aisha says. “Or else the bleeding won’t stop.”

Brody regains consciousness as the thin metal pincer invades his already shredded thigh muscles. He wakes up with a scream of pure agony and Aisha motions to Jane.

“Keep him quiet or the Watchers will find us!”

Jane drops to her knees beside Brody’s head, taking his hand. “It’s going to be okay. Aisha’s fixing you up. Squeeze my hand as hard as you need to.”

“Okay,” Brody says weakly. Then Aisha twists the hemostat inside the bullet hole and this time Brody and Jane both scream as he clamps down on her hand.

“That’s not good enough,” Aisha warns. “Put a towel in his mouth.”

Jane gives her a shocked look for a split second, but she does as Aisha orders, letting Brody bite down on a clean hand towel.

“How many people are checked into the motel tonight?” Sasha asks Levi. He’s got his knees hugged to his chest and he doesn’t answer her right away. “Levi!”

“Huh?”

“How many people are here?” she asks again. “Are they going to hear this and report us?”

“No,” Levi says, his voice shaky. “Even if they heard, the type of people who stay here aren’t the kind who can afford to report people.”

“Good,” Sasha says. “Are you okay?”

“Umm,” Levi says, losing his concentration again. “Yeah.”
“Got it!” Aisha says, retracting the hemostat, a small-caliber bullet pinched between its prongs.

“Thank God,” Brody says after Jane removes the towel from his mouth. He lifts his head just long enough to see the proof before his head falls back on the bed and he’s unconscious again.

“Is he going to make it?” Jane asks. 
“I need to stitch him up,” Aisha says, “and he’ll need better antibiotics than that first aid kit is likely to contain. But getting the bullet out was a good first step – it bought us a little time. Sasha, is there a needle and thread in there?”

“Yeah, I found a sewing kit,” Sasha says, passing a little pack of thread to Aisha. “But I don’t think it’s for stitches.”

“It’ll have to do,” Aisha says.

They all sit in silence for a few minutes while she stitches and then bandages Brody’s leg. Some of them are watching her, cringing along with each poke of the needle, but most of them wouldn’t watch if a pair of lunatics on a sound stage offered them a million dollars.

When she’s done, Aisha stands and goes into the bathroom to wash her hands. She comes back into the room and takes a clean towel from Jane to dry off, and every single set of eyes is on her.

Levi is the only one who has the courage to speak. “Now what?”

“We should get him to the Destroyer compound as soon as possible,” Aisha says. “Without further intervention, he could go septic, and we all know we can’t risk taking him to a hospital. The Destroyers have all the medical equipment I need and-”

“I’m sorry, what?” Daniel interrupts. “The who?”

“The Destroyers,” Levi fills in enthusiastically. “Aisha’s one of them. She came to take down The Elimination Game.”
“Well, actually,” Aisha says, “I came for you, Daniel.”

Daniel just narrows his eyes at her and Sasha stands, taking an instinctive step toward Daniel. “What does that mean?”

“I already told all this to Sasha and Levi,” Aisha says, her tone patient. “I’m part of a resistance group called the Destroyers. Our mission is to take down the Watcher system, and the first step in our plan was to dismantle The Elimination Game because it was the embodiment of everything that’s wrong with the mentality of American citizens right now.”

“You didn’t take down The Elimination Game,” Jane objects. “We did. We fought our way out.”

“Yes, you did,” Aisha says. “But that’s only half the story. The reason you were able to fight your way out and those evil people didn’t just let you burn was because the Destroyers hacked into the network and made sure the viewers saw what was really going on there. I can tell you all about it and even show you what we did if you agree to come to the compound with me.”

“Agree,” Daniel snorts, looking at Sasha. “Well, at least she’s giving us the illusion of freedom, unlike Gary and the game.”

“You are free,” Aisha insists. “If you don’t want to go, that’s your decision to make – but the Watchers will be looking for you and the Destroyers can offer protection.”

“In exchange for what?” Daniel asks, narrowing his eyes at Aisha. He may have been a sheltered, naive person six months ago when he walked away from his father’s campaign, but now he knows better – nothing in life is free.

“We think you could be of service to the revolution,” Aisha says.

“Me?” Daniel asks.

“Yes,” Aisha answers, looking earnest. “With your growing online celebrity-”

Daniel looks to Sasha, confused. Sasha takes his hand and squeezes, saying, “It’s true – Levi showed me while you were gone. There are actually people out there who have been rooting for us.”

“Sure didn’t seem like it every time I went into that Elimination Room,” Daniel says.

“Look,” Aisha says, “we don’t have many options right now. Brody won’t survive unless he gets some proper medical care and none of us can stay in this motel room. I’d give the Watchers about six hours before they trace us, and that’s being generous. Come with me to the compound and hear our plan, and if you don’t like what you hear, you’re free to go.”

“Just like that,” Daniel says, skeptical.

“Just like that,” Aisha says. “But I’ll warn you in advance – I’m going to need to blindfold you at some point during the journey because if you choose to leave, you can’t know where the compound is.”

Under the window, Erica whimpers and Jane goes over to her, putting one arm around Erica and the other around Francie. Levi’s still wide-eyed, but his expression has changed from horror to fascination.

“I want to go,” he says.

“How far is it?” Daniel asks.

“About three hours,” Aisha says. “I’ll have to call my contact to pick us up, but we can be there before morning if we act fast.”

“How many people are there?” Sasha asks.

“Half a dozen right now,” Aisha says. “We’re small, but our supporters are growing in number every day.”

The idea turns Daniel’s stomach, but Levi’s clearly bought in. Sasha looks on the fence like he is, and Jane looks nervous, too, but Aisha’s right. They only have two choices. They can take their chances with the Watchers on the streets, who will certainly show them no mercy if they’re found, or they can take their chances with the Destroyers at an undisclosed location.

Brody groans, his hand going instinctively to his leg, but when he touches the bandage, he winces in pain. Aisha diverts her attention to him, inspecting his injury. Blood is already beginning to bloom on the fresh bandage and everyone knows that’s not good news.

“Look, I’m not going to sugar coat it,” Aisha says to everyone. “It’s going to be dangerous, and if a Watcher drone zeros in on us while we’re traveling, there’s a chance we won’t even be able to get to the Destroyer compound. But if we don’t try, Brody is going to die.”

Silence descends on the room and everyone looks from Aisha to Brody, and then to Daniel. They’re waiting on his call.

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves.

“Okay,” he says at last. “But if you try to imprison us when we get there, I’m going to be very disappointed. I’ve had about enough breaking out of places to last me a lifetime, but I’ll do it again if I have to.”

“I promise, you can leave whenever you want,” Aisha says.

“Call your contact,” Daniel says.

Sneak Peek: Fighters

After narrowly escaping America’s most deadly game show, Sasha and Daniel are on the run from bounty-hunting Watchers. When Daniel is recaptured and thrust back into The Elimination Game for an even more brutal round two, Sasha must recruit new allies to help her rescue Daniel – or better yet, burn the whole sadistic game to the ground.

Fighters by Mae Orwell

Fighters is the second book in the Watchers trilogy, available now on all major retailers. Read the first chapter below.


The prison camera is poor quality, grainy and without color. The building itself is at least a hundred years old and its technology isn’t much newer. But it’s good enough to pick up the features of the woman being marched down the hall by a guard.

She’s wearing a baggy prison jumpsuit that drags on the floor beneath her thin-soled sneakers, and she’s holding a small pile of threadbare sheets. A flat thing that’s barely padded enough to qualify as a pillow is stacked on top, and that’s all she will possess for the next six months.

Her crime? Pointing a gun into a crowd on the street outside her apartment. Even the drones were insufficient to de-escalate that situation, and when the armed Tier 1 Watchers have to deploy, it’s a guarantee that somebody’s going to prison.

The inmates on this cell block are watching the new arrival with interest. It’s not that she’s particularly interesting, but there’s not much excitement in the women’s wing of the Philadelphia County Correctional Facility. Intake day is always a source of entertainment. The other prisoners leer at her and the surveillance camera picks up a few cat calls along the way.

“Hey, baby,” one of them says. “There’s room in my cell for that sugar.”

“Shut up, inmate!” snaps the guard.

He’s walking on the woman’s right, his hand around her plump forearm. She’ll lose plenty of that weight during her stay here – the cooks take great pleasure in making the food as awful as possible for newcomers.

As the woman and her escort walk closer to the ceiling-mounted camera that’s capturing all this, she keeps her jaw set and her eyes straight ahead. Her dark hair is greasy and unkempt, but she doesn’t look like the type who would wind up here. She definitely doesn’t look like the kind of person who would snap and start waving a gun around, but then again, they never do.

She and the guard walk beneath the surveillance camera and there’s a momentary pause as it continues to film an empty corridor. An inmate puts her hand out from between the bars of her cell, flicking off the guard behind his back. Then the view switches to another ceiling-mounted camera farther down the hall.

The guard squeezes his new charge’s arm, his fingers digging into her flesh, then brings her to a halt.

“Here it is – home sweet home,” he says, then shouts to another guard stationed out of view at the other end of the hall, “Open cell 145!”

A buzzer sounds and the woman flinches as the cell door slides open.

The guard releases her arm only to shove her head-long into the empty cell. The camera pivots, following the action as the woman careens into the edge of a steel bed frame and drops her pile of sheets on the floor.

The room is very small and the bed takes up the majority of the space. The cell is about six feet square, with a sink-toilet combo in the corner. There are no windows – no natural light at all. Her only view for the next six months will be the woman in the cell across from her and, of course, the surveillance camera mounted right outside her cell.

The guard smirks. When the woman regains her balance, he steps into the cell and slugs her. His meaty fist connects with her jaw and she stumbles backward. She hits the concrete block wall with a sickly thud, getting the wind knocked out of her, then slides down to the floor.

The guard takes another step toward her and she puts up her arms in self-defense, but the other guard hollers from his station at the end of the hall. “Evans! Everything okay in there?”

Evans’ back is to the camera but his clenched fist shows just how irritated he is by this interruption. He shouts over his shoulder, “Yeah, just helping her make the bed!”

He turns back to the woman still cowering on the floor. He rolls his shoulders back and makes a stomach-churning hawwwwk sound. When he steps to the side, the camera catches the glimmer of a massive loogie sliding down the woman’s nose. She’s doing her best not to react, not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her disgust.

“Traitor,” he growls. “I hope you get what you deserve in here.”

Then he marches out of the cell and gives the order to close the door. It slides shut and the camera captures a sly grin spreading across his face. He pulls a billy club from his utility belt and rattles it against the bars, then shouts at the top of his lungs, “Lookie what we got here – this one’s a Watcher!”

That gets the other inmates riled up good, and just in time for their mandatory exercise period in the yard. A lot of mumbling and discussion can be heard from all around the cell block. There’s a Watcher in their midst, one who’s not in a guard’s uniform and carrying a baton.

It’s payback time for the infamous Elvis Splorch.

Sneak Peek: The Shark

I’ve teamed up with five incredible lesfic authors to write a series about finding love, convention style.

Crowds, cosplay, chemistry – it’s all happening for these lucky ladies.

Twelve women – from tv stars to rabid fans – descend on Las Vegas for one weekend to attend the biggest mystery, thriller and suspense convention of the year.

Love connections are made, hearts are brown, and these romances are not going to stay in Vegas.

The books in this series are all interconnected – each one is a standalone and they can be read in any order, but you’ll find fun cameos, events and other ‘Easter eggs’ that we’ve hidden throughout all six books.

I had so much fun collaborating with Lily Craig, Hildred Billings, Anna Cove, Sienna Waters and Kate McLay on this series, and I hope you have fun exploring the convention! All six books are available on Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited.

Check out the first chapter of my book, The Shark, below.


Sabrina Grace stood in front of her bookshelves, nibbling the edge of her fingernail as she looked at the manuscripts in front of her.

There were at least a hundred of them arranged neatly on the shelves, along with action figures and Pops for all her favorite TV shows. Her manuscripts ranged from spec scripts for single episodes of existing shows to entire seasons of things that only existed inside her own head. She’d been adding to the collection since she was a teenager and there was nothing she loved more than the satisfying feeling of seeing those shelves fill up with the printed versions of all her hard work.

Of course, it’d be even more satisfying if she’d actually sold some of them, but that was why she was going to ShudderCon, wasn’t it?

She eyed all her manuscripts. She’d only have the chance to pitch one idea at the convention and it had to be her very best. That was a tricky decision. The best spec script? The best characters? The fastest plot? The one with the most world-building depth?

So many scripts to choose from and only fifteen more minutes before Sabrina’s Uber driver arrived to take her to the airport. She’d been agonizing over the choice for weeks already and when her dad called her from down the hall, she welcomed one final, brief distraction.

“Sabrina? You haven’t left yet, have you?”

“No, Dad,” she called back. “Would I leave without saying goodbye?”

She walked down the hall to meet him. She and her dad lived in a nice little Cape Cod in a decent suburb of Cleveland—a house Sabrina couldn’t dream of affording all on her own. Not on a call center employee’s salary and not when so much of her income went to her dad’s medical care. Every dollar she had left after the bills went toward her unending quest to get the attention of TV producers who could make her scripts into reality.

Well, the quest had been unending. It was coming to a very definite end now, and much sooner than she’d like. Sabrina was attending one last convention where she could pitch her ideas and chase her dreams. Then they would come to a screeching halt on Monday morning.

She shook that thought from her mind and went into the kitchen, rounding the corner with a smile. “Hey, Dad. Smells good in here—what’s for breakfast?”

“Cheesy grits,” he answered. “Carla makes them just how I like them.”

“So, mostly cheese?” Sabrina teased, crossing the kitchen.

Her dad was in his wheelchair as always, clean-shaven thanks to his homecare nurse and wearing his favorite Cavs jersey. Instead of sitting at the dining table, Carla had pushed him over to the big picture window to enjoy the late October sunshine while he ate.

“You got it,” Carla said, holding another spoonful up to his mouth. “But they’re nothing special—just the instant type. The secret is to add extra butter. Sabrina, do you want a bowl before you leave?”

“No time,” Sabrina said, glancing at her phone. “Ten minutes until the Uber arrives.”

“Did you decide which show to pitch?” her dad asked. Sabrina gave him a tortured look.

“No,” she said, covering her face. “I still can’t choose. Is that terrible?”

“You’re worrying too much, honey-girl,” he said. “All of your writing is fantastic. Besides, you know my vote.”

Sabrina smiled. “The apocalypse.”

“What?” Carla asked with a snort.

“She wrote it over the summer,” Sabrina’s dad said. “It’s brilliant—her best script yet.”

“But will it be good enough?” Sabrina asked wistfully. She leaned against the windowsill, changing the subject. “Are you two sure you’re going to be okay for the weekend? I could shorten my trip, or—”

“No, you go,” her dad interrupted. “Enjoy your last hurrah before your new job starts. You deserve it.”

Sabrina smiled, but the expression didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t get to as many conventions and industry events as she’d like to, but she still managed to make it to a couple each year. ShudderCon was the biggest in the genre and Sabrina always looked forward to it, but it was hard to leave her dad, even just for the weekend.

He’d been diagnosed with ALS three years ago and the fact that he was still around was no small miracle. He still had pretty good control of his voice, and although he’d been forced into the wheelchair full-time about two months ago, he was still in good spirits. They were lucky the disease was progressing slowly, but each trip Sabrina took got harder to justify.

Even though Carla always took good care of her dad when Sabrina was gone, she could never quite shake the worry. What if something happened to him while she was off chasing a pipe dream?

That was part of the reason why she’d applied for a promotion when the opportunity came up at the insurance company where she worked. The hours and pay in the communications department were far better than in the call center, and it gave her dad some peace of mind. Come Monday, Sabrina would set her childish Hollywood dreams aside to climb the corporate ladder in the name of financial security.

It was just too bad she was already expecting her new job writing policy manuals to be mind-numbingly boring.

“Thanks, Dad,” she said. “Do either of you need anything before I go?”

“In the next few minutes before your car arrives?” her dad asked. “No, honey-girl, Carla and I will be just fine. You enjoy your trip.”

“Okay,” Sabrina said. “I’ll try.”

She gave him a hug, then glanced at her phone again. Five minutes to pick the best manuscript out of the bunch—the one that would make or break her TV writing dreams.

Was the apocalypse a big enough idea to get the job done?

She hustled back down the hall and scanned her shelves one more time to be sure. There was a lesbian detective agency, a small-town police department chasing down a literally invisible killer, and a Sherlock-inspired drama with an all-star dream cast of queer actors that Sabrina had spent many a night developing… but the apocalypse was her most recent project. It was freshest in her mind and her dad was right—it was good stuff.

She grabbed the script for the pilot episode and tucked it into her carry-on bag, along with a zip drive containing all her writing on the project, just as her phone chimed.

Your Uber driver, Gloria, is here.

Sabrina’s heart skipped a beat and she slung her bag over her shoulder.

When she got outside, there was a red SUV waiting on the curb and Sabrina jogged over to it. She worried about her dad when she left town, but she also couldn’t deny the excited, eager feeling that filled her chest every time she set out on a new adventure.

ShudderCon was the top mystery, thriller, and suspense convention in the country and Sabrina had only missed it once in the last five years. It was a four-day weekend filled to the brim with fans, writers, actors and every other type of industry insider all fawning over their favorite shows and stars. It was impossible not to get excited—mundane office job be damned.

As Sabrina slid into the back seat of the SUV, she resolved not to give her real life worries another thought until her plane touched down in Cleveland again on Sunday night.

“Going to the airport, huh?” the driver asked. Gloria turned out to be a middle-aged woman with her hair pulled back in a wispy bun, and she had no problem filling the silence on the twenty-minute drive to the airport. “Business or pleasure?”

“A little of both,” Sabrina said. “But mostly pleasure.”

“Sounds like my kind of trip,” the woman said with a glance into the rearview mirror. “Where are you headed?”

“Las Vegas,” Sabrina said. She was excited about the convention and trying hard not to think of the actual flight. She wasn’t the biggest fan of flying—or rather, she wasn’t a fan of take-off or touch-down.

“Oh, Sin City!” Gloria driver perked up, immediately more interested in Sabrina’s trip. “What’s your business, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“TV writing,” Sabrina said, a smile creeping across her face as she noticed a glimmer of awe in the woman’s eyes. Never mind the fact that she’d never sold a single script—her Uber driver didn’t know that, and she didn’t need to know that being a TV writer was nothing but a pipe dream for Sabrina. She leaned forward as much as her seatbelt would allow and asked, “Have you heard of ShudderCon?”

“No, what’s that?” Gloria asked, looking ready to be amazed no matter what Sabrina’s answer was.

The excitement building in Sabrina’s chest grew, making her forget about the plane for another minute. These were the moments she lived for—when she got to unapologetically geek out about her passions. “It’s incredible. You know ComicCon, right?”

“That’s the thing all the comic book nerds flock to, right?”

“Yeah. ShudderCon is just like that, only for mystery, thriller and suspense nerds,” Sabrina explained. “It’s in a different city every year and they rent a huge convention center where you can go to panels with your favorite actors, get autographs, and see sneak peeks of new shows and movies. Everyone who’s anyone in the industry will be there.”

“And you’re somebody?” Gloria asked. She was looking at Sabrina in the mirror like she was one name-drop away from veering to the side of the road to ask for an autograph.

“Not yet,” Sabrina had to admit. It would have been fun to fantasize, to pretend she’d already sold her script and she was a famous TV writer. But she couldn’t bring herself to lie to this woman, even if she would probably never see Gloria again. “But I’ve got a script in my bag that I’m hoping I can sell to one of the networks this weekend.”

“Ooh, use me for practice,” Gloria said, her eyes lighting up. “Pitch me your show.”

“Okay, so there’s this new strain of superbug infecting people all over the country,” Sabrina said, a grin forming on her lips. It really was a good script, which would make it all the more painful if she had to come home Monday morning empty-handed. She pushed the thought aside—no more worries until the weekend was over. “There’s an epidemic that’s getting really serious. People start thinking it could be the apocalypse, and the first episode opens with a group of scientists isolating themselves in a high-tech bunker, desperately looking for the cure…”

Keep reading now…

Sneak Peek: Watchers

A disgraced senator’s son and a resourceful orphan are thrown together on a sadistic reality show in this dystopian trilogy for fans of The Hunger Games and 1984.

Watchers is the first novel in the Watchers trilogy, available now on all major retailers. Read the first chapter below.


The computer screen switches from an old television test pattern to video of a shabbily dressed woman. A stretched-out rubber Elvis Presley mask obscures her face.

She is sitting in a small, dimly lit room with one corner of her desk visible in the frame. It is littered with soda bottles and wrinkled fast food bags, giving the impression that she does not leave this space very often. The only other thing that is visible in the shot is an Emoji Movie poster on the wall behind her.

The woman adjusts a microphone, moving it closer, and we hear a slightly muffled version of her voice through the mask. It is slightly atonal and lethargic as she begins the broadcast.

“Good evening everyone and welcome to another episode of Dystopia Today. I’m your host, Elvis Splorch, and I’ve got a special treat for you today.

We’ve been following Sasha and Daniel, our favorite couple in the Elimination Game house, for the last five weeks and y’all have been pestering me relentlessly to dig into their backgrounds. As you know, contestants don’t exactly audition and many of you have been asking for the story behind America’s favorite indentured lovers.

One of you even managed to deliver a letter to my house, which is impressive since we all know the United States Postal Service has not cared for snow or rain or heat or gloom of night for years now… but it was creepy as hell and I’d like to take this moment to kindly ask all of you to refrain from looking up dear old Uncle Elvis in real life.

Thanks.

Anyway, I heard your pleas. I spent days and days digging through old surveillance footage all over the city and I found that sweet, sweet background information you’ve been asking for.”

Elvis holds up a small external hard drive, waving it teasingly at the camera, then continues.

“There are eight hours of video here, all queued up and ready to go live at the push of a button. Are you ready? Are you hungry for it?”

The comments section below the video lights up with the barely literate ravings of people who have nothing more to look forward to than the life stories of a couple reality show contestants. They’ve already cleared their schedules from now until Kingdom Come and they want it.

Elvis sets down the hard drive and crosses her arms in front of her chest with a sigh.

“Here’s the thing. I can’t show you this video yet,” she says, genuine discomfort edging into her voice. “I can’t afford to show you this video and I think you all know where I’m going with this.

My donations page is currently sitting at $10. That $10 is what I have to live on this week, and it’s what keeps the lights on around here. Do you realize what the McDonald’s Dollar Menu costs these days? Let me tell you, it ain’t been a dollar in a long time.

So here’s what we’re going to do, and I want you to keep in mind that you’re forcing my hand.

I’ve got this footage all ready for you and I’m going to push that ‘play’ button just as soon as we get my donation page up to $100. That’s barely enough to keep the McDonald’s on the table and the Splorch lubricated, but I’m willing to make it happen because I love you guys. But until we reach the $100 mark, you guys are going to be watching a live stream I found of the day room at the Lower North Philadelphia Assisted Living Facility.”

The screen abruptly switches from the self-styled Elvis to a grainy black-and-white feed of a room in which five or six elderly people are sitting around, not doing much of anything. The comments section explodes with objections as a ticker appears in the bottom corner of the screen, showing Elvis’s ransom goal.

On screen, three wrinkled old women sit in recliners so plush they’re nearly swallowing their occupants. They stare blankly at a point just below the camera, and by the glaze of their eyes, it’s probably a television just out of frame.

Behind them, there are two hunchbacked old men sitting at a table with a checkerboard between them, but they both appear to have forgotten that there’s a game in progress. One is staring at the empty nurse’s station across the room and the other is picking at the hem of his shirt with a shaky hand.

It only takes a minute for the ticker in the corner to jump from $10 to $15 and Elvis says over the elderly live stream, “That’s more like it, folks. We’re not here to watch the relentless march of time – we’re here to forget about that. Keep the donations coming and we’ll be watching Daniel and Sasha in no time… and let me assure you, it’s juicy stuff!”

The ticker jumps again, this time from $15 to $23.

Sneak Peek: Scary & Sweet

In this fierce rivalry, only one of us can end up on top, and Zach Holiday thinks he’s got me right where he wants me. He may be up to his old tricks but I’ve got a few of my own to teach him.

Scary & Sweet is the first novella in my steamy romantic comedy Holiday Valley series, available now on Amazon. Read the first chapter below.


It’s a quarter to five and that means I’ve got exactly fifteen minutes to hustle up the steps of the Holiday Valley town hall and deliver my petition signatures with the intent to run for mayor.

I know it’s kind of crazy – especially considering the fact that my last name is not Holiday – but a girl with big political aspirations has to start somewhere, and I can’t think of a better place to begin my career. I’ve lived in Holiday Valley all my life, where everyone treats each other like family, and sometimes it feels like this silly, festive place is actually a part of me. What better way to honor my birthplace than to take a turn shaping it for future generations?

Yeah, I might be a little sappy, and a lot optimistic, but I’ve got big ideas and this little town is the perfect place for me to practice for the future.

That is, if rush hour traffic doesn’t bring my hopes and aspirations to a grinding halt.

The town’s having a bit of a moment right now. Some big shot reporter from Travel + Leisure came to our annual Halloween bash at the Holiday mansion last year, fell in love with the town just like everyone does, and wrote a glowing piece for the magazine. Ever since then, we’ve been inundated with tourists who can’t get enough of our kitsch.

When they found out we also do it up big for every other major holiday, well, they kind of lost their shit. Everyone from families looking to recapture that nostalgic holiday spirit to Instagrammers seeking the perfect seasonal backdrops started flooding into the town at every major holiday.

And the townies? We freaking love it – but of course, a bunch of weirdos who choose to populate a small town whose whole raison d’être is holiday cheer would say ‘the more, the merrier’.

The only thing that puts a damper on our newfound popularity is that Holiday Valley is a small town and we don’t quite have the infrastructure to handle this influx of visitors. The town’s about five miles square, with a quaint Main Street full of shops and restaurants, and houses branching off in all directions.

That’s one street that gets awfully congested around our newfound ‘rush hour,’ and which makes being a pedestrian way harder than it used to be.

As I basically sprint my way down the sidewalk, petition tucked into the crook of my arm, I actually wonder if I’ll make it to town hall before Barb, the town clerk, locks the doors. Would she accept my bid for mayor if I shoved my signature sheets under the door along with a pleading note to forgive the wrinkles?

When I left my house ten minutes ago, I knew it would be a close call, but when I walked into the kitchen to find my petition still sitting on the counter – right where I’d left it this morning – all I could do was run and silently pray. My little brother was supposed to drop it off on his way to school this morning. He promised me he’d remember. But who knows what goes on in the girl-addled mind of a teenaged boy?

I’m breaking a sweat even in the cool breeze that signals the beginning of my favorite time of year – sweater weather. And my long, dark hair, pulled back in a bun, is a wild, wind-blown mess.

Good thing Barb’s not the judging type, and the town hall should be pretty much empty by the time I arrive. The last thing I want is to run into Maggie Holiday, the town’s current mayor, with my cheeks red, wheezing from the effort of running.

I’m – gasp – here to run for mayor, I can just imagine myself saying as I hold out my petition for her to see all the signatures I’ve gathered, damp with palm sweat. Please take me seriously!

I know – and every single person who signed my petition knows – that if the exact circumstances that are currently conspiring did not exist, I would have a snowball’s chance of winning. That’s why I’m hauling ass to the town hall – if I miss this deadline, I’ll probably never get another chance to run for mayor of Holiday Valley.

The town’s been around for about 150 years, settled by Alexander Holiday himself, and it’s more or less stayed in the family ever since.

Every single member of the Holiday family has served at least one term as mayor, and Maggie Holiday has been in the position for the last sixteen years. She’s absolutely adored by the whole town, and the only reason I stand a chance is because I’m not running against her – she’s retiring once her term ends.

That leaves a narrow opening for me, right after Maggie retires and before her heir apparent son, Zach, is ready to take his turn in the mayor’s office. He’s still in college, one year younger than me, thank God.

I’m going to slide into the mayor’s office like my little brother slides into the cheerleaders’ DMs.

Right now, though, I’m looking for an opportunity to slide through the roundabout that is the last obstacle standing between me and town hall. Mayor Holiday put it in last spring after we’d just gotten through the gauntlet of winter holidays, promising it would alleviate the traffic bottlenecks that tend to happen on Main Street every day at nine and five. That, it did, but it also made pedestrian traffic feel like playing a game of Frogger.

Should I receive your vote, I promise to find a solution for both motorists and walkers alike, I practice in my head while I look for an opening.

Nope.

Nope.

Nope.

The stream of cars is nothing like in big cities, but it’s pretty endless for a girl with a stack of papers in her arms and a time-sensitive deadline on her dreams fast approaching.

Nope.

Nope.

Maybe now?

I step off the curb and no sooner does my heel touch the asphalt than a car horn blares in my ears, making my heart pound and panic rip through me.

A car whips around the roundabout, aiming for the exit where I’m standing. Am I about to be a little green splat on the road, game over?

Someone grabs my arm and yanks me back onto the sidewalk, loosening my grip on my petition in the process. Papers go flying, hell, my skirt goes flying momentarily over my hips, and the car speeds past.

Must be a tourist – a townie would never try to flatten me without so much as a friendly Holiday Valley Sorry, bud!

“Trying to get yourself killed, Abbi?”

I freeze as the owner of the hand that yanked me out of harm’s way speaks and I know that voice. I could never forget it. Zach Holiday, heir apparent and, it just so happens, my childhood bully.

Great.

I regain my composure and pull my arm out of his grasp, then turn to face him, ready to scowl and shoot a snappy comeback at him. But then my eyes lock with his smoldering hazel ones and any comeback I might have had – snappy or otherwise – fades from my tongue.

Damn it, I haven’t seen him in three years, ever since he went away to that fancy college I could only ever dream of, but the Ivy League has been good to him.

He’s always been good-looking, with a strong jaw and a tall, athletic build. But now he’s got a thin crop of scruff along that delicious jawline, and it’s obvious that he’s been spending even more time on the golf course than he did in high school. His biceps are bulging out of a sleek, sporty t-shirt and his skin is tanned and golden.

I’m pretty sure he notices the slack-jawed way that I’m appraising him, because a satisfied little smirk forms on his perfect lips.

“What are you doing back in town?” I snap at him while I bend down to start collecting the petition papers that have scattered all over the sidewalk. The breeze picks up and a second bolt of panic shoots through me as I picture all my hard-earned signatures scattering to the wind.

“You’re welcome for saving your life,” he says, deftly catching one of my blown papers before it has a chance to get away.

“The thank you card’s in the mail,” I grumble as he steps into the roundabout with utter, cocky confidence, holding his hand up to stop the traffic while he retrieves another piece of my petition.

When he comes back and holds it out for me, I snatch it away from him, trying not to look directly into those gorgeous hazel eyes. I catch a waft of cologne mixed with the smell of fresh-cut grass as his body comes nearer to mine, and my legs feel a little weak.

He really shouldn’t have the power to affect me this way – not after three years apart, and not after all the hell he put me through in school.

I can still vividly remember the milk snake he and that jackass best friend of his, Luke, slipped into my trick-or-treat bag one year when we were kids. I looked down to find it wriggling through the Milk Duds and screamed, and Zach damn near had an aneurysm laughing.

The snake turned out to be Luke’s pet and sure, it did turn out to be kind of cute when I was finally done having the vapors, but I never went trick-or treating again.

If everyone in Holiday Valley is like family, that would make Zach my cruel younger brother. And yet here I am, getting weak in the knees every time he looks at me. I must be a secret masochist.

Zach grabs the last loose piece of my petition, but instead of handing it back to me, he holds his arm out and says, “Here, allow me to escort a lady across my mother’s death trap.”

I don’t want to accept charity from Zach Holiday, of all people, but it’s now just five minutes til five and I have to admit defeat. Either he parts the sea of traffic for me, or I don’t get my petition filed on time to run for mayor.

“Thank you,” I say, surprised when he grabs my free hand and wraps it around his forearm like a true gentleman. It makes my cheeks burn and I hope he’s too distracted bending the traffic to his will to notice.

When we arrive safely on the other side of the roundabout – just about thirty more steps between me and Barb’s desk – I hold out my had for the last page of my petition, but Zach holds it out of my reach.

No – now is not the time for a schoolyard game of keep-away!

“Intent to run for mayor,” he reads, scanning his eyes over the signature.

“Yeah,” I say, standing a little taller. “Your mom announced that she’s retiring right after I finished my political science degree. It seemed like a sign.”

Zach gives me a sympathetic look and I can’t figure out what that’s all about. Trying to psyche me out? Steal my confidence? He might have been the pigtail-pulling prankster type in school, but he was never that kind of cruel.

“Can I have that back?” I ask, getting antsy as I glance up the town hall steps. Time’s running out. “Today’s the last day to file.”

“Just a second,” Zach says, pulling a pen out of his pocket. I gawk as he adds his name to the bottom of the page, then hands it back to me with another one of those odd, slightly pitying looks. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” I say, furrowing my brow and studying him as I take the page. I don’t have time to figure out what’s going on in that handsome head of his.

I turn and head for the steps, and my confusion only intensifies as he follows me. What game is he playing now?

Sneak Peek: Good Vibes

An eccentric adult shop owner. An agoraphobic game collector. A romantic comedy about finding love and self-acceptance in the strangest places. Opposites attract when Theo offers to help Libby with her shop, but will they be brave enough to play the game of love?

My latest novel, Good Vibes, is available now on Amazon. Read the first chapter below.


“Oh wow, did you know the expansion pack has blank cards you can fill in yourself?” Theo Kostas asked her roommate.


She was sitting on the couch with a ripped-open mailer envelope beside her and a brand new card game spread out on the coffee table in front of her. This one was called Escape From Moon Base 9 and it was all anyone in her online gaming circles were talking about.
Of course, that didn’t mean it impressed her roommate.


Andie rolled her eyes on her way from her bedroom to the kitchen. “Nerd alert.”


“Shut up,” Theo teased. “Do you really think spending an entire Friday night waiting in line to get Nat Butler’s autograph is any less nerdy?”


That was what Andie had done last night. She’d gotten home around two a.m. and found Theo staring like a zombie at YouTube videos. She’d talked non-stop for at least thirty minutes about her spiritual connection with the rock star and how she was destined to become the future Mrs. Butler before finally pouring herself into bed around three.


Theo hadn’t heard a peep from her until she emerged from her bedroom, dyed blonde hair wild with sleep, apparently with the sole motivation of making fun of Theo’s hobbies.


Oh, and coffee.


“Make enough for me, will you?” Theo called into the kitchen. Andie grunted and Theo went back to inspecting her new deck of cards. 
Not enough people took advantage of the fill-in-the-blank cards – it took a certain amount of cockiness to think you knew a game better than the developers, but Theo took it as a personal challenge. Her mind was already turning with possibilities when Andie flopped onto the couch beside her, shoving the empty mailing envelope out of the way.


“Five-minute ETA on the coffee,” she said. “Did I tell you Nat’s eyes have this other-worldly quality to them? Like dark chocolate ganache infused with gold flecks…”


“Yeah,” Theo said, distracted. “About ten times last night.”


“Oh. Well, they’re amazing.”


“So I’ve heard.” 
Nat Butler was not unattractive, and Theo liked her music as much as anyone could like something their roommate played as if today was the last day it would exist. But Theo wasn’t a celebrity chaser, even though she and Andie lived in New York City and they’d bumped into a few. 
She wasn’t much of a woman chaser at all, in fact. All she needed lately was Moon Base 9 and her gamer friends online.


“Come on,” Andie said. “You would swoon if you met her.”


“Maybe.”


“You should have come last night,” she said, dragging herself off the couch as the coffee maker percolated. “I bet you would have had fun.”


Tight crowds in stadium seating. Long bathroom lines. An hour and a half subway ride in the sweltering July heat. Theo’s pulse jumped up and she shook her head. “I had fun at home.”


“You’re 32 years old,” Andie said on her way to the coffee maker. “Don’t you ever get tired of being 80?”


“Nope.”


Maybe an attack card to mess with another player’s gravity field… Theo was just mentally filing the idea away for one of the blank cards when the apartment buzzer sounded. Andie was mid-pour so Theo went to the intercom. 
“Hello?”


“Buzz me up,” her sister said. “And make it snappy – this stuff is heavy.”


“You need help?”


“Nah, I got it.”


Theo buzzed her sister into the building and took the chain off the apartment door, then went into the kitchen to retrieve her coffee from Andie. She was just gathering her Moon Base 9 cards to put them away when Penny burst into the apartment and dropped her 20-pound wedding binder on the coffee table.


“Careful!” Theo said. “I just got those cards.”


“They’re fine,” Penny said with a roll of her eyes. “Thanks for the help, by the way.”


“You said you had it.”


“Now, girls,” Andie said. “Quit your bickering or I’ll have to send you to separate corners.”


“Love you, baby sis,” Penny said, pinching Theo’s cheek. 
Theo swatted at Penny’s hand, then went into the kitchen to get her a cup of coffee. When she came back, Penny had completely overtaken the coffee table.


“What is all this?” Theo asked.


“Wedding supplies, of course!” Penny said. She took a long sip of coffee, but by the looks of it, she didn’t need to be caffeinated. She’d been riding the wedding planning high for about three months already with no signs of slowing down – and the wedding wasn’t for another eleven months. “You two are my maids of honor – please tell me you did not forget your promise to help me pick out invitations today.”


“Oh Lord,” Theo said, inspecting some of the stuff spread across the table. Theo was no savant, but it looked like there were at least two hundred different sample invitations there. “Where did you even get this many samples?”


“It’s amazing what you can get if you’re willing to ask,” Penny said.


“Or if you want to spend an entire week talking to suppliers, from the looks of it,” Andie said. “Ooh, this one’s pretty.”


“Too floral,” Penny said, plucking the invitation out of Andie’s hand and starting a discard pile. “There – one down, just a few more to go.”


“You’re insane,” Theo said. “What does Chet think of all this?”


“Well, he did send me over here,” Penny said.


“Thanks a lot, Chet,” Theo said. “I’ll remember this at Christmas when I’m choosing his gift.”


Andie and Penny laughed, and Theo brought a chair from the dining room so her sister could take her seat on the couch. The way she saw it, it was her sisterly duty to give Penny a hard time about how impressive it was that she’d become a Bridezilla the instant Chet put that ring on her finger. 
But sifting through wedding invitations was actually not a bad way to spend a Saturday morning. It wasn’t all that different from getting acquainted with the Moon Base 9 cards – only these were a lot more formal and, tragically, none of them made reference to space monsters.


“How about this one?” Theo asked, passing an elegant card with pretty calligraphy to her sister. “It’s simple but the font makes it feel modern.”


“I like it,” Penny said. “This’ll go in the maybe pile.”


The three of them sorted wedding invites for close to an hour before they could finally see the coffee table again beneath all that card stock. The discard pile was towering by the time they finished and Penny had narrowed it down to about ten maybe cards for Chet to weigh in on.


“Is that all for today?” Andie asked with a yawn. Obviously the coffee, followed by a rigorous invitation scavenger hunt, had done nothing to offset her Nat Butler-induced sleep deprivation.


“Maybe you’ve got a thousand first dance songs for us to listen to?” Theo suggested. “Or fifty different brands of Jordan almonds to taste for the wedding favors?”


“Don’t tempt me,” Penny said, tapping the overstuffed wedding binder, the weight of which was most definitely going to throw her back out before next June. “I do have one more wedding-related item to discuss with you two. The bachelorette party.”


“Planning that already?” Theo asked. A little nervous jitter worked its way through her stomach – wasn’t that something to worry about next spring?


“Yeah, isn’t that something you’re supposed to leave up to your maids of honor?” Andie asked.


“I would, but you know me – I don’t want to,” Penny said with a laugh. She turned to Theo. “And I know you don’t like taking trips…” 
The nervous jitter turned into a fist clenching Theo’s stomach. No, she very much did not like taking trips, and she didn’t like where this was going. 
“But this is my wedding and I only get to have one bachelorette party – I want it to be perfect.”


“Ooh, are we going somewhere fun?” Andie asked. She was always up for an adventure and Theo was already calculating Andie into her escape plan. She’d go in Theo’s stead, simple as that.


“Vegas,” Penny said and Theo’s stomach promptly dropped about five inches like a heavy stone had just materialized inside it.


“Las Vegas? Nevada?”


“Sin City, baby,” Penny said. Her big blue eyes were alight with excitement and she was obviously already married to the idea. Theo felt sick. Vegas was not just a quick day trip, which she might have been able to handle, or even a weekend trip to the family cabin in the Catskills. Las Vegas was a full-on trip and it was giving Theo hives just thinking about it.


The airport. The plane that was nothing more than a steel tube coasting through the air. The lights, the crowds, the distance from her safe little apartment with the shelves full of card games and her computer and everything else she needed just a few clicks away.


Jesus.


“I can’t,” Theo blurted.


She pulled Penny and Andie out of their reverie. They were already getting excited about hotel rooms and cocktails and exploring the Strip, and now they were both staring at Theo. Andie looked sympathetic but Penny had a hard look in her eyes that reminded Theo of their dad. He was the tough-love type, always telling her to ‘suck it up’ rather than let her weasel her way out of the things that scared her.


“You have to,” she said. “I’m sorry, but you’re my co-maid of honor and I need you at my bachelorette party.”


“You’ll have Andie-”


“I love Andie, but you’re my sister,” Penny said. “It’s just for a few days – Friday to Sunday – and it’s not happening for nine more months. I figured we’d go in April before the weather in Nevada gets too brutal.”


Theo’s whole body felt too hot, like someone had turned her internal thermostat way up. The trip could be in a week or eight years from now and she’d feel exactly the same way about it – Penny might as well be asking her to go to freaking Moon Base 9.


“I want to,” Theo said. Lie. “I’ll do my best.” 
Another lie. She was already brainstorming a dozen ways she could get out of it. Work obligations. Sudden illness. She’d pick a fight with Penny the day before the trip if she had to. It wasn’t that Theo was looking forward to disappointing her sister – after close to three decades of fighting the same exhausting battles over and over inside her own mind, she would love to just get on a plane and travel carefree across the country.


But Theo was barely capable of getting out of her chair right now, let alone taking all the steps required to go to Vegas and come back in one piece.


“I’m sorry, but that’s not good enough,” Penny said, her hands on her hips.


Well, that was new. 
Theo’s pulse started racing again. Everyone in her family was used to Theo’s anxiety-related limitations and she’d trained them a long time ago to expect a certain failure rate when it came to following through on plans. 
She always meant well, but sometimes she’d be standing in the doorway of her apartment, all ready to show up and not be a disappointment for once. But then a little voice inside her head would whisper in her ear, It’s not safe out there. And she’d be frozen to the floor.


Her family might not understand it, but they accepted it.


Until now, apparently.

“I don’t ask much of you,” Penny said. “Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to carry twenty pounds of wedding invitations across town on the subway? But I brought them to you because I know you’re more comfortable here. I do shit like that for you all the time, Theo, and I don’t mind. But this is my wedding. I want to go to Vegas with my best friends to celebrate and my sister will be there.”


Those blue eyes could turn icy when Penny was angry. Theo had seen it a few times, like when Andie told the entire middle school about Penny’s embarrassing crush on a teacher, or when Mom grounded Penny for a month over a dented bumper that had actually been a successful frame-job by Theo. 
She never got used to it when that icy stare was directed at her. Theo shivered and said, “Okay.”


Easier said than done – much easier said than done. But obviously Penny wasn’t messing around and Theo’s well of excuses had run dry. It didn’t matter if Theo had crippling agoraphobia, or if her boss needed her to work through the weekend, or if she was so sick she was actually dead. 
She was going to freaking Vegas in April.


Lesfic Book Club: Behind the Pine Curtain

For our August meeting of the Lesfic Book Club, we discussed Gerri Hill’s novel, Behind the Pine Curtain. If you weren’t able to make it, check out the transcript below.

A couple of notes on the transcript:

If you want to join us live, we discuss lesfic novels every month at http://lesficlove.com (sign up or follow me on Twitter to find out what we’re reading next). Some chat participants requested that their names be obscured, so below you’ll see that everyone has been anonymized as Reader 1, Reader 2, etc

Gerri Hill

Howdy!

Reader 1

So glad you could join us

Gerri Hill

My pleasure.

Reader 2

Hi Gerri! I just started another of your books, Love Waits, while in the car. Lol

Gerri Hill

Love Waits…another oldie!

Reader 3

Is this where I squee? 

Reader 1

Yes

Reader 4

Welcome Gerri, thanks for joining us!

Gerri Hill

Hi Reader 4

Reader 3

Squeeeeee!

Reader 2

While I’m too poor to buy everything I want, I’m using the library and going through your back catalog

Gerri Hill

I hope you enjoy them!

Reader 2

Always

Reader 4

So, let’s get this party started

What did you all think of Behind the Pine Curtain?

Reader 2

Really good. But I want to know what happens next

Reader 1

Loved it, as all her books so far! 

Reader 3

I liked it as much as the first time that I read it, which is to say a lot.

Reader 2

I had to remind myself that yeah, it’s very possible to be that clueless while living in a small town.

Reader 5

I really enjoyed it, in some ways especially because it felt like the town I grew up in (which had a big lumber heritage)

Reader 2

What I loved was how Kay went from, oh, wait, this is a thing to, I’m taking control of this thing.

Gerri Hill

It’s been a lot of years since I wrote this, but I think Jackie was early 30s. So she grew up in the 70s/early 80s….and yes, a very small, conservative town in East Texas.

Those places still exist today, sadly.

Reader 2

It’s very similar to when I was growing up. The only thing that saved me was Ellen coming out, otherwise I had no clue.

That timing helps too.

Even in the 2000’s I would bet a lot of the residents didn’t have high speed internet.

Reader 3

What was your favorite thing to write when writing this book?

Reader 6

Hi @Gerri Hill. Do you have any experience of working in a business, managing people? I liked Jackie’s management skills!

Gerri Hill

Since it’s been so long, I’ll have to guess on favorite. I enjoyed Rose. I enjoyed the scenes at the Blue Hole.

I did have a job managing people, yes. I think Jackie was better at it than I was!

READER 7

What is the favorite book you’ve written so far?

Personally mine is Keepers of the Cave

Gerri Hill

I have a few. Keepers of the Cave popped into my mind first, so I’ll go with that one too! I love CJ and Paige. If you have a chance to listen to the audio version, Abby Craden did a wonderful job with CJ.

READER 7

Yes she did! Abby is one of my favorite narrators

Reader 1

I plan to listen to it this week

Gerri Hill

At Seventeen is a favorite too.

Reader 2

That series is truly amazing on audio.

Gerri Hill

The Secret Pond made me cry in places when I wrote it, so it is special to me. I loved Jack.

Reader 1

My favorite SO far is The Killing Room or The Locket.

READER 7

You’ve written quite a few “crime drama” romances, with KotC being one of them. Is that a favorite trope of yours?

Reader 2

How do you choose what story to write? Since you span genres, is it a matter of whatever idea is pulling at you?

Reader 1

Yes Jack is my favorite character overall so far. She was the sweetest.

Gerri Hill

I like both “murder mystery” and “romance” so I don’t really have a favorite. Romance is much easier to write.

Reader 3

Who are some of your favorite authors, lesfic and non-lesfic?

Gerri Hill

After writing a crime novel, I usually go back to a romance, so it’s normally every other book.

Reader 6

I feel quite smug that this is the second of your books I’ve read, so I have plenty to look forward to. Recommendation for which to read next? Secret Pond is the other.

Reader 8

How do you plot out your books? Is the villain at the beginning always the villain in the end? Or does your story changes as it grows?  (Sorry for the delay. Been driving and I don’t want to get yelled at for texting… lol)

Gerri Hill

I have several ideas that I’m bouncing around now so that’s the hard part, trying to decide which one to focus on for the next book.

READER 7

In regards to our club book, Behind the Pine Curtain, the letter from Jackie’s father pulled at my heartstrings. Was there inspiration for that or did it just come to you?

And now we have all three Texans in the room at once. Lord, help y’all

Gerri Hill

I rewrote the letter probably ten times before I had it where I liked it.

No outside inspiration, really.

READER 7

You did a very good job with it

Gerri Hill

Thank you.

Reader 4

What’s your favorite part of a romance to write?

READER 7

@Reader 8 Had a good question. How do you plot your books, and is the villain the same person from the moment you start to the moment you finish?

Gerri Hill

The first kiss!

Reader 3

I love that Kay’s mother knew the whole time and was just waiting for Kay to figure things out.

Gerri Hill

I normally will only use an outline on the murder mystery type books. As far as plotting, I have several points I want to make but usually several others will come up as I’m writing. The villain is not always the one I started with no. The Killing Room, for example. I was more than halfway through that book before I decided on who the killer would be.

Yes, Kay’s mother was so sweet at the end when she gave Kay the push she needed.

Reader 2

Do you know what happened to them after the book? Was there a lot of backlash? Or was Jackie all, fuck you, I own this town and you guys can suck it.

Reader 1

Crazy…no wonder it was a good twist although it was my first guess on the killer. I really loved The Killing Room 

READER 7

The Killing Room was amazing. I’ve read it a few times and it’s just as good every time

Gerri Hill

I don’t like to tie up all my books at the end (as some of you know if you’ve read a lot of mine)…so Pine Curtain was no different! What do YOU think happened?

Reader 2

Pretty much like that lol

Gerri Hill

The Killing Room will be out on audio in a few weeks (Abby Craden again) so I’m looking forward to that.

Reader 2

But do you have future in mind, even if you never write it?

You don’t have to share it, just curious. Or are you done with a book, publish it, and start the next one.

READER 7

I’m still trying to decide if Kay would move away to California or if she would convince Jackie to come run the town with her, “like when we were kids!”

Gerri Hill

No…I find it hard to leave characters behind.

Reader 5

This was the first of yours I had read and I remember being simultaneously “that was a wonderful final scene” and also “but I really want another chapter or two to find out what happens next”

Gerri Hill

I do have an idea of what happens next…I just don’t always write it!

Reader 2

Fair

i can see a bunch of Gerri Hill fanfic being created now.

Reader 4

I like that, leaves it up to the readers. Especially with Kay and Jackie since they do have two very different paths they could take

READER 7

I’ll have to pick up that audio when it comes out

Gerri Hill

Artist’s Dream…I think I got more “but what happens? The letters?”

Reader 1

Lol that’s my next book I plan on reading actually. Lol

READER 7

Oh I forgot about that one! I have a hard copy in my bookshelf. I’ll have to pick that one up again

Reader 1

If you could write a sequel to any of your books which would it be?

READER 7

Is there a favorite area you like to base your books in?

Reader 5

I also wanted to just compliment you, because I usually am very impatient when things take a long time to happen after I’ve guessed they’re going to happen. And while it took a long time in the book for Jackie and Kay to get there, I didn’t have the feeling that any of the obstacles were gratuitous or artificial: it all seemed like genuine bumps in the road to get there

Gerri Hill

Sequel? I’d probably write one for Artist’s Dream because there was a lot left hanging. And I adored Luke!

READER 7

That is very true. This book was…almost painfully realistic. I loved that about it

Gerri Hill

Favorite area? Got to be Colorado! or the Gulf Coast.

READER 7

I’m still not entirely convinced I don’t know Rene

Gerri Hill

Thank you, Reader 5.

Reader 1

Lol

Reader 3

Which of your books would you most want to see turned into a movie?

Gerri Hill

That’s tough. Hunter’s Way, I think.

Reader 1

YES!!!

Gerri Hill

Devil’s Rock, maybe.

Reader 1

I would love that as a movie!!

Reader 2

As a now coloradan, I approve of setting books here

Reader 1

The scene in the sewer drain pipe place was my favorite scene!!

READER 7

Yes!

Reader 1

It made me laugh SO hard

Gerri Hill

“Well shoot it!”

READER 7

“I’m not gonna shoot it, this is it’s home!”

Reader 1

Thats basically how I would react

READER 7

I could not have planned that any better lol

Reader 1

It’s the scene that practically brought them closer

Gerri Hill

Yes it is.

READER 7

Have any of your books ever surprised you with the way they ended?

Reader 1

I still need to read Both the sequels.

Gerri Hill

No. I usually have a clear ending in mind, at least as the book goes along.

Reader 1

So the ending of The Killing Room didn’t surprise you fully then?

Gerri Hill

The ending where Jake leaves? Or the ending as to who the killer was?

Reader 1

Let’s go with both? Though I saw Jake leaving.

It only made sense she’d leave

Gerri Hill

Jake leaving, getting injured again was always in my plans. I hadn’t really worked out how Nicole was going to leave though. Maybe it was a little surprise as to the killer was!

Reader 2

(Spoilers!)

Reader 1

Hm. I can see that. Nicole was a tough nut to crack specially when she was going by what “society” thought. Rather then her own feeling. I felt sad for her

Reader 2

Gerri, do you have a writing office? Do you need quiet or noise?

Gerri Hill

Quiet. I have an office with lots of windows. I get distracted by the bird feeders though!

Reader 1

Lol

Reader 4

Is there any part of writing or starting a new project that you dread?

Gerri Hill

The first chapter!

First chapters are hard to write.

Getting names right too

Reader 1

Tell me about it. I’ve been stuck for months lol

Gerri Hill

I’ll sometimes change names halfway through because the one I’d picked just didn’t fit the character once I got going.

Reader 1

Lol nice

Reader 3

Is there a name you tend to use a lot without realizing it until after you’ve done it?

Gerri Hill

For some reason, “A” names always pop into my head for secondary characters.

Amy was Sam’s best friend. I used Amy in another book…was well into the book, then I remembered and duh….

READER 7

You’ve tackled a lot of hard hitting issues in your book, everything from sexual assault to abandonment. Is there anything you absolutely refuse to put a character through?

Reader 9

I’ve read Storms and One Summers Night whilst here on hols. I also have The Rainbow Cedar, Coyote Sky and The Scorpion with me. Which should be next? Or should it be Georgia Beers Mine?

Reader 2

Just keep binging.

Gerri Hill

I think I’ve put my characters through all the tough ones already!

READER 7

The Rainbow Cedar is super cute

Reader 9

I’ve got loads of Gerri’s books. My fave is the gulf coast one but I can’t remember the name

Reader 4

Any advice you would give to an aspiring author, either on the creative side or the publishing end?

Reader 3

If all of your characters were to meet at a large party or other kind of gathering what should we expect to happen?

Gerri Hill

Advice? Write what you know and write for yourself.

Reader 8

Who’s background was the hardest to write / put the character through?

Gerri Hill

Party….wow, that would be fun!

READER 7

Oh my gosh I would totally read a major mash up book

Gerri Hill

I found Cameron Ross’s background hard for some reason.

And of course CJ’s…..that was hard.

Reader 2

Poor CJ

READER 7

Without any spoilers, CJ’s was hard to read

But I felt it really made her a better character and a better cop

Reader 2

Which is why I was extra happy when things worked out

READER 7

Still bar none my favorite book and my favorite two characters

Reader 2

They are awesome

Reader 4

Can’t get an endorsement better than that!

Gerri Hill

I keep thinking I’ll do a third book with them….

Reader 2

Please

READER 7

I’d buy it in a heartbeat!

Reader 2

Besides, the guys are fun to read too.

READER 7

Omg yes. The present. I cracked up laughing

Reader 8

I love that your characters are fully threshed out and developed. How much research goes into the books before you begin?

Reader 2

(no spoilers, but yea… that was amazing)

Reader 9

Which book is CJ etc in please?

READER 7

Keepers of the Cave is the first one

Reader 2

and weeping walls

Gerri Hill

Research depends on the subject matter, really. I’m working on a book now that involves a psychic….tons of research!

Reader 2

and the audio is phenomenol

READER 7

Oh cool!!!!

Reader 2

yes!

Do you have an eta?

Reader 8

Ahhh. That’s why I’m confused. I’m not that far into the previous releases. Must catch up!

Reader 3

There is a lot.

Reader 8

Rock on!

READER 7

Back to the names thing, are there any names that are a no go?

Reader 2

Those are from 2012 and 2013 Peri, but the audio is recent

Reader 3

I think I’ve only read about a third of what I see listed on Goodreads.

Reader 9

I stayed away from the crime ones but I think one of the ones I said is one of them that I have with me??

Gerri Hill

Names? I don’t think there are any that are “no” ….but picking names is one of the hard parts of writing…at least to me!

READER 7

@Reader 9 the Scorpion

Reader 2

I wasn’t sure about the crime ones (Keepers and weeping walls), but I recommend them. They were a lot funnier than expected and the romance aspect is really nice.

Reader 8

What authors do you admire?

(Cause I admire you. Always looking up lol)

Gerri Hill

Authors with longevity! Karin Kallmaker, for instance. I now know how hard it is to write for many years and keep things fresh.

Honestly, I don’t get to read much, if at all.

Reader 8

Karin Kallmaker is the ultimate for me, too. She saved my life with her early novels.

READER 7

I don’t think I’ve ever read her

Gerri Hill

I have a shelf with books that I’ve purchased, waiting to read. But there is little time between books for me.

Reader 8

Would you change anything from your previous novels? If you could do them over again?

Reader 9

Gerri, do you ever wish you were in your books living the life of a character?

Yeah! I thought I’d ventured out and been brave. Might make that the next

Reader 2

As the only lesfic author I’ve met in person I can say Karin is so sweet and awesome.

Gerri Hill

I would do One Summer Night over again!

That was my very first book and I think it’s awful!

Reader 8

What would you change?

Gerri Hill

Some of the dialogue for sure. The pace seems slow.

Reader 2

But it got you started

Gerri Hill

I wish I’d been in No Strings!

Reader 2

That’s on my tbr list for sure

READER 7

Also a good one

Which character would you want to be in No Strings?

Gerri

I think Morgan.

READER 7

She’s feisty lol

How long does it usually take you from the time you start typing to the time the book hits the shelf? Is there a specific process for you?

Gerri Hill

The writing part takes anywhere from 4 months to six, for me.

Publishing dates are set a year in advance, at least.

Reader 4

Do you work on just one book for that 4-6 month period or are you a multi-project kind of writer?

Reader 2

Do you struggle with deadlines?

Gerri Hill

I try to write every day, but that’s not always the case.

I only work on one book at a time.

READER 7

If writing wasn’t an option, what other type of work do you think you’d do?

Gerri Hill

I’m usually ahead of my deadlines!

What would I do or what would I like to do? I’d love to paint….I’m just not talented enough!

Reader 9

My internet keeps crashing so I’ll say goodnight (or afternoon for you US dudes). Thanks Gerri, been very interesting reading all about you

Gerri Hill

Thank you!

READER 7

What inspired you to be an author?

Or even to write in general?

Gerri Hill

I ran out of books to read one winter in Colorado!

So I started my own story.

Reader 4

That’s awesome

But now I’m picturing this taking place at the Overlook Hotel

Reader 8

Hahahhaa. All work and no play makes Gerri a famous author?

Gerri Hill

It was a cold, snowy cabin at about 10k feet and I had no water!

Reader 8

No water?? Whoa.

Reader 2

I literally had this discusison with a client yesterday. She rents out a tiny one room cabin in the foothills and it has no water once it freezes.

Gerri Hill

I call it “the time I was snowed in”

Reader 2

and was inspired to write Snow Falls?

Gerri Hill

Yes, actually!

Reader 2

I could see that happening so easily.

READER 7

Dang it I was gonna ask that

Reader 2

Too slow bud

Reader 3

I need to reread that.

Reader 2

Maybe this winter

READER 7

I had to remember the title. I’m bad with title names

Reader 2

That sounds like fun actually. Read every Gerri Hill book set in Colorado this winter.

(I cheated and used goodreads haha)

Reader 3

That was my other choice for this month’s book club meeting.

Reader 4

Reading challenge

READER 7

I don’t remember if we’ve asked this, but do you have a favorite character you’ve written?

Gerri Hill

I hate to keep bringing up CJ….

Reader 2

we love CJ too

Gerri Hill

Tori was kinda fun

READER 7

Definitely my favorite, CJ

Any chance of a CJ/Tori crossover that’s NOT angel fire?

Gerri Hill

I don’t think so.

READER 7

Awwwww

Reader 2

But another CJ book would work

We’ll help you promote the crap out of it.

Gerri Hill

lol

Well….if you’re through with me….I need to get ready for company popping over in about 45 min.

Reader 4

Thanks for chatting with us, Gerri!

Gerri Hill

I’ve enjoyed the chat!

READER 7

It was a pleasure chatting with you!

Lisa

Thank you for your time.

Reader 2

Thanks Gerri!

READER 7

Thanks for putting up with us!

Reader 8

THANK YOU So much for being here!!

Gerri Hill

If you ever have questions or comments…shoot me an email or FB message!

Lesfic Book Club: Mergers & Acquisitions

For our July meeting of the Lesfic Book Club, we discussed AE Radley’s novel, Mergers & Acquisitions. If you weren’t able to make it, check out the transcript below.

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A couple of notes on the transcript:

If you want to join us live, we discuss lesfic novels every month at http://lesficlove.com (sign up or follow me on Twitter to find out what we’re reading next). Some chat participants requested that their names be obscured, so below you’ll see that everyone has been anonymized as Reader 1, Reader 2, etc

A.E. Radley

Hi @Reader 1! Hi everyone

Reader 2

welcome!

Reader 1

so excited your here with us!

READER 3

Hey there

A.E. Radley

I’m excited to be here!

Reader 4

hello!!

Reader 5

Welcome!

Reader 1

I love your writing…as we all know. I followed you when you were writing fanfiction. your books are even more enjoyable

A.E. Radley

Aww thanks @Reader 1 I really appreciate you saying that!

Reader 6

Where did you get your inspiration from to enable you to write M & A?

A.E. Radley

M&A was originally a fan fiction piece, I’m sure some of you will recognise some of the characteristics of the characters. I’d previously written some Devil Wears Prada and was then writing Supergirl (Supercat) and thought I’d try my hand at a crossover of the two!

Reader 1

Yes I kinda picked that up…

SuperCat is my favorite along with SuperCorp…obviously

Reader 2

I don’t read fan fiction, so I go into every book as if it’s simply a book.

Ultimately, every story has inspiration from somewhere anyway.

A.E. Radley

I stopped watching once Cat left so I never got to SuperCorp… was too bitter that my fav ice queen had left!

Reader 6

Your books never contain much intimacy and no sex. Is that

a) because you get too embarrassed

b) you don’t think it’s relevant to your stories

c) you’re crap at writing them

Or

d) all of the above?

I love your books, this isn’t a trick question

Reader 1

It kinda dragged after she left but I still watch religiously for I love Katie McGrath she’s my dream ever since Merlin

Reader 7

Did you have to do a lot of research for this book?

A.E. Radley

Great question @Reader 6 I was once told that every single lesbian fiction book, regardless of genre, must have a sex scene or, preferable, several sex scenes… or they’d never sell. I thought that was wrong, I don’t like stories where sex has been crammed in just so the book can be called romance and have a chance of selling more copies. So I didn’t put sex into my first two, and then the third didn’t need it, and by then I’d received messages from people thanking me for not including sex scenes. So I kind of carried on!

Reader 1

Can we please get a sequel. I need more of Kate and her back story. I feel like Georgina kinda monopolized it for a bit.

Reader 6

Thank you

Reader 2

It’s funny, I don’t even notice the lack of sex scenes. I know they aren’t there, but you write so well without them that it works out well.

Reader 1

I like the falling in love part of romance anyway lol

Reader 8

Yes, I hadn’t noticed that there wasn’t one until the question was answered here!

A.E. Radley

@Reader 7 Not too much, I’ve worked in advertising and I’ve worked in London, and I actually worked for an eccentric Greek called Yannis… so luckily it was quite light on research

Reader 1

Nice

A.E. Radley

@Reader 1 I always say never say never when it comes to sequels, I do sometimes revisit certain stories (I’m writing a sequel to Bring Holly Home right now) but nothing is currently in the pipeline with this particular book.

Reader 6

Where oh where did you dream up the barge chase in Huntress from. I laughed so hard and I won it in one of your comps which makes it even more special to me

Reader 1

please please please think about one… lol

Reader 6

Seconded

And another sequel to the big uneasy

Please

Reader 1

I’m in the middle of reading Going Up right now and I really enjoy Selina she’s a hoot

A.E. Radley

@Reader 6 I’d just moved to Stoke-on-Trent which has a lot of canals (pottery was made here so it was shipped in and out by the canals). Literally outside my house is a canal and I went for a walk one day and this woman who must have been a hundred years old was walking along the canal path and she was pacing this beefy looking man on a narrowboat, and it just hit me how ridiculous it was that this feeble old woman was easily matching him for speed. From there it was a simple jump to make it into a “slow speed chase”

Reader 2

I like that your books break the rules. We already discussed the lack of sex scenes, but in this book you broke the ‘rule’ of making it obvious who would end up with who. Working with three main characters made for an interesting read.

Reader 5

Agreed! I’ve never seen DWP (gasp) so I had my guess but wasn’t sure

Reader 6

I love it. Huntress is a fantastic book. The other lol was the visual in my mind of Amy stuck with her feet in the air out of the car boot

A.E. Radley

I’m really lucky because I always get messages from people asking for sequels, but it does mean that every time I release a book… people read it and then want a sequel. So now I wait a while and see which ones still get asked for months later, Bring Holly Home is a frequent one and M&A is quite high up there too so it is on my radar

Reader 6

Huntress and Big Uneasy too please please please

A.E. Radley

@Reader 2 I’m just stubborn, if someone tells me not to do something… I’m quite likely to try and do it. I was told to put sex scenes in or I’d be a failure, so I’ve never written one. I was also told that lesfic readers don’t like hard topics, so Going Up is about homelessness.

Reader 2

Also, I loved that Jessica saved the day in the end. Because I was all, sure, the elevator will totally work. lol

Reader 1

I love the hard topics

Reader 6

That’s rubbish, I enjoy a book that’s well written with great characters and a fantastic story. End. Of.

Reader 9

I’m ace, and finding really good lesfic with a beautiful love story not centered around sex is like finding a priceless gem. And the “hard topics”? Those are the stories that need to be told.

Reader 4

What’s your process like? Did you always know that it would be Kate and Sophie in the end?

A.E. Radley

@Reader 4 Because I was currently writing Supercat, it was always going to be Kate and Sophie because that’s essentially Cat and Kara. But I always plot all of my books out from the start, I don’t start properly writing until I have a full outline. This is my full time job these days so I want to make sure I’m as productive as possible and for me that means scheduling and planning!

Reader 5

Amen!

A.E. Radley

@Reader 6 I agree! I think some people under estimate readers, there doesn’t need to be a formula

Reader 1

exactly. I think that’s why I loved Kate from the get go…I had the Cat vibes the entire time. lol

formula’s are overrated

A.E. Radley

@Reader 5 you have to watch DWP… I’m pretty sure it just became law?

Reader 5

I think so too – and I wouldn’t do well in jail

Reader 2

Looks like I’d join you because I haven’t seen it either.

Reader 6

Make that three of us

Reader 1

blasphemy

Reader 5

Gonna have to have a movie night

A.E. Radley

Shocking.

Reader 10

Book was different. Not better or worse, surprisingly

Reader 2

Time is a thing…

Reader 6

There’s a lot of the same type of books, Eg ice queen and younger woman etc.

I’d love to read one where the ice queen meets/falls for an older woman. I don’t recall any like that out there

A.E. Radley

@Reader 6 I don’t know of any, but then I’m not particularly well read in the genre. I did recently make a note about something similar, a young icy executive falling for someone much older. But I didn’t get that far into plotting it yet… watch this space!

Reader 6

Yeah!!!! I will because as much as I love the others something different is always welcome

Reader 11

Bit late to the party but which of your books do you suggest I read next? This was my first!

A.E. Radley

@Reader 11 head over to my Twitter account and on the pinned post you will see a link to download The Road Ahead for free https://twitter.com/A_E_Radley

Reader 6

Road ahead is fantastic @Reader 11

Reader 2

Huntress is a must.

Reader 6

Seconded @Reader 2

Reader 2

And while it isn’t the book for this club, I really enjoyed Second Chances.

Reader 5

Do you have a lot of plot bunnies lying around or do you prefer to work on one thing at a time?

A.E. Radley

@Reader 5 I have a schedule for the next four/five books I’m going to write, but sometimes something will slip in and move everything back. Whenever I get an idea, I email myself with the subject line “Story Note”. Then every now and then I’ll reply to that email and flesh out the idea a little and by the time I get to that project it’s pretty much complete. But I only actually work on one at a time, writing wise!

Reader 5

Oh interesting, I like the emails to self

Reader 2

It’s old school to me. Definitely handy

Reader 6

Do you and Emma have separate offices? How is she doing now?

A.E. Radley

I travel a lot and you never know when the shadow of an idea will pop up. I was in Paris last week and saw something that triggered an idea and just dropped myself a quick email, when I got back to the hotel I’d forgotten all about it, so was very glad to see the email pop up! Really works well for me

@Reader 6 Emma’s doing well, she had the all clear from her doctor back in April and has her second check up next month and will continue with those for the next four years… but hopefully everything has been resolved. We have separate offices because I love her to bits but she’s bloody noisy and I need silence to write!

Reader 6

Lol, do you have a roster for coffee/tea duties

Glad to hear she’s in rem

Reader 9

And what would she say is the best thing about having separate offices from you?

Reader 6

Ooh love that question Reader 9

A.E. Radley

Emma mainly gets me tea to be honest, but that’s just because I get stuck and then hours go by. If she didn’t feed and water me, I’d be dead

Reader 2

were you both writers when you met?

A.E. Radley

She’d probably say that she doesn’t have to worry about disturbing me… she’s super sweet and aware of everyone else’s needs before her own!

Reader 9

Awwwwww

A.E. Radley

@Reader 2 We’d both written fan fiction casually but we weren’t writers as such

Reader 2

Who took the publishing jump first?

A.E. Radley

That was me, Ylva Publishing contacted me and asked if I wanted to take Flight SQA016 from a fan fiction story into a published novel.

Reader 6

I read recently that you’re bi. Another great bi writer told me she’d received hate mail but it’s gotten better recently. Have you had any issues, hate mail?

A.E. Radley

@Reader 6 loads, it was really bad when I first started because I just strolled into some Facebook groups and mentioned I had this book out and they were currently bashing bisexuals, so I stepped in and said I was one… which didn’t go down too well! I got told to leave “lesfic” and find my own group, blah blah. I just ignored it and got louder. I used to be a quiet, reserved bisexual but now I’m very loud about it

Reader 2

I suspect there’s a lot of overlap between bi bashers and terfs. Glad you didn’t back down.

Reader 6

That’s really sad because the community works hard to be accepted then people start to discriminate who should know better

A.E. Radley

@Reader 2 definitely, there’s a few of the same old names who don’t want bisexuals or men anywhere near their precious books. But when you ask “do you only want murderers to write your crime novels?” they don’t have any answer.

Reader 2

Lol fair question.

Reader 9

There’s a really good lesfic fantasy novel plus sequel that I love that is written by a dude. and it’s great! and I don’t give a f*ck

A.E. Radley

@Reader 6 exactly, I was quite naive at first because I assumed that a minority group would support, welcome and protect a similar minority. It really wasn’t the case… but on the bright side, having the vocal discussions with these people meant I found a huge number of supportive people who stood up for me.

Reader 2

Plus they would be shocked at how many lesfic authors are bi or pan.

Reader 1

right i’ve come to notice that

Reader 10

Sorry to interrupt. I have questions on your writing process.

It seems youre more plotter than pantser. How much of your storylines and individual scenes are plotted in advance, versus written on the fly?

Reader 6

Funnily enough he reminds me of my girl crush Ashlyn Harris

Reader 1

oh my

Reader 10

Not including the waiting time, how long does it take from sitting down to start a novel, to the day you hit publish?

Reader 2

Back on topic… what books are coming next

A.E. Radley

@Reader 10 I plot the entire thing before I start writing, so I’ll have an idea of what is going to happen and then fit that into a narrative. For example, Going Up was going to be about a homeless woman and the ice queen who wants rid of her but will also want to help her. From there I’ll build the setting and then will literally write out each chapter, the POV and what happens. So C1 – Kate POV – Kate introduced in situation outside the office. C2 – Selina POV – Selina on the phone to solicitor, sees Kate in the car park etc… all the way until I have the outline. Then I’ll start writing.

Reader 10

How often do you deviate from outlines?

If you ever do.

A.E. Radley

I schedule myself six weeks to write a novel, I’ll have about three to four days doing that outline, then I’ll start actually writing. I’ll have the odd day off during that six weeks or I’ll break my body. Then my copy editor has it for two weeks, then the proof reader has it for about 3/4 weeks depending how busy she is. I stagger my releases, so I have a book ready to go now and I’m writing the one after it. By the time I release the next one in the queue, the second will be in editing and I’ll be onto the third.

Reader 6

Wow that’s some serious plotting there.

READER 3

Some serious planning, too

Reader 6

I think I meant that

Reader 10

Daaaaamn. That’s intense. And impressive. And. Wow.

How many do you plan on publishing before 2020?

READER 3

Have you always been a plotter, or is it something you picked up along the way? (Sorry if that’s already been answered)

Reader 7

Speaking of plotting, if you were to take over the world how would you go about doing it?

A.E. Radley

@Reader 2 next is Lost at Sea! I went on a cruise recently and I wrote about an identity thieving stowaway and the captain… that will be out in September

Reader 5

Just saw the cover for that on Facebook – gorgeous!

Reader 1

sounds riveting can’t wait for it

Reader 10

Does your wife read your stuff while it’s being written? Or does she wait? (Sorry if it’s been discussed.)

A.E. Radley

@Reader 10 sometimes I do change the story as I’m writing, but it’s rare. And if it ever happens, it’s minor and will just be something in the last third of the book. If I think a scene is redundant; I’ll dump it. That kind of thing!

@Reader 10 I have a super secret project coming out next month, then Lost at Sea will be September, and then Bring Holly Home #2 is out in November. I’m a bit behind this year as Emma was sick last year and I took some time out over Christmas 2018!

Reader 10

Follow-up. Do you see the scenes in your head when youre plotting them?

A.E. Radley

@READER 3 I’ve not always been a plotter, but I wrote a couple of stories I couldn’t finish back in my fan fiction days… or they ran on and on and ended up being 200,000 words… so I realised I needed a strict plan to stick to!

READER 3

I think 200k words would kill me dead

A.E. Radley

@Reader 7 taking over the world would seriously impact my writing schedule, I need a runaway hit to live off and then I’ll start that… I believe it’s done through Facebook advertising so shouldn’t be too hard

Reader 5

Haha yup, just keep feeding Facebook what it likes

Reader 1

does make life easier haha

Reader 6

If you could pick a magical power would it be

a) being invisible

b) being able to fly

c) x-ray vision

d) teleporting?

Reader 1

that’s a hard choice…

can I pick all of the above…lol if not at least 2 of them

A.E. Radley

That is SO hard! I’d have to say a) then I could spy on people or be left alone when I wanted. Unless I can teleport WITH someone, then d and Emma and I would travel more!

Reader 1

love that answer

A.E. Radley

@Reader 10 yes, most of my ideas come from one particular scene in my head and then the novel grows from that. So I do often picture the other scenes as I’m writing!

Reader 6

I would always pick a) so I could earwig, be a fly on the wall and cause maximum mayhem to the people I don’t like

A.E. Radley

@Reader 10 because Emma and I both write so much, it’s hard to keep up with each other’s novels so we don’t really read much of each other’s work!

Reader 10

makes sense. Though I think youre both missing out in that case.

Reader 5

Do you have a favorite part of the writing process?

Reader 6

Writing the words ‘The End’

A.E. Radley

@Reader 5 probably the last third of the story, when everything is getting (hopefully) exciting and we’re getting to the point of the story… and nearly finished… because that’s a pretty great bit as well!

Reader 6

Can you tell us the blurb for Holly bk 2? Please?

Reader 10

Seconded. Please. Pretty please. With cherries on top

A.E. Radley

I haven’t written it! I can tell you the title… it’s Keep Holly Close. I usually write the blurb just before I release the book (a few weeks after the cover and editing has been done) because then I’ve been working on something else and can come up with a short snappy blurb because I’m not too involved with it

Reader 6

Beep, first strike, please try again!

Reader 10

What’s the hardest part of writing a novel?

Reader 1

I’ve noticed you have a thing for the name Johnathon – It’s a very popular name in your books. do you find coming up with names easy or hard?

A.E. Radley

@Reader 10 for me, it’s not taking too long a break because then getting back into the process can be quite difficult. I have a truly terrible memory so I need to have a clear run at a novel with as few breaks as possible. Sometimes life or a broken body makes that hard!

Reader 10

So, it isnt the writing exactly, but the life that tends to interrupt it? Maybe?

A.E. Radley

@Reader 1 I hate coming up with names, Huntress had six… yes, six, David’s in it. Every single man that they came across was called David. My editor caught them and I had to go back and come up with different names! But I’m far worse with male characters because they usually don’t play a very important part in the story… sorry boys!

@Reader 10 yes, and lack of memory skills! Having to keep all the threads going

Reader 6

You could google top 100 boys names?

Reader 2

I had three Jon’s between two books too. 😉

Reader 1

haha totally agree there. boys names are hard. unless your using them as girl names haha

A.E. Radley

@Reader 6 I do that more now… I think it was just as I was writing I came up with a man’s name quickly in order to carry on writing… so they are all Jonathan or David!

Might carry on that trend! A.E. Radley, no sex and everyone is called Jonathan or David

Reader 2

Lol yep

Reader 1

there you go

READER 3

My characters are all named after the people they are 100% NOT based on. Because, you know…it’s fictional.

Reader 6

John Doe, wonder if anyone has used that very much, like ever?

Reader 1

for dead bodies or missing identities lol

Reader 6

So will you never ever write a sex scene,? You came close in the big uneasy almost last page and then ….. nope

Ha ha I’m being pedantic

A.E. Radley

I have a bad guy in a book and I named him after my brother… because he was a brat 25 years ago. Writers always remember

I probably will at some point, something really graphic just so all the proper ladies safely reading my books drop their monocles into their teacups.

Reader 6

Save it for the big uneasy sequel. You could pick it up from where Rebecca’s in the park….

A.E. Radley

And call it “The Moderately Easy”

Reader 6

Or ‘so you think I’m easy?’

Reader 1

yes please let it be M&A sequel when you get around to it!!

A.E. Radley

Okay, I have time for a couple more questions if anyone has any?

Reader 10

Is there any chapter or plot point you would rewrite?

In any of your books.

Reader 1

which book is your favorite so far?

Reader 7

Is there are genre outside of lesbian romance you’ve thought about attempting? And is there a genre you will probably never attempt?

A.E. Radley

@Reader 10 I’d rewrite a lot of Flight and Grounded because I didn’t get to have the final say in those!

@Reader 1 Bring Holly Home is my favourite, I was happy with the storyline coming together the way it did and people seemed to respond well to it so that was nice!

Reader 1

nice.

A.E. Radley

@Reader 7 I have published a crime book, it had been sitting on my hard drive half completed for ten years so I decided to just get it out there in the end! As for genres I’d never attempt, straight romance!

Reader 7

So fantasy with dragons and magic is not on the blacklist?

A.E. Radley

No, although Emma would be much better at that than I would be! I’m not a big fantasy fan, but then it just takes the correct inspiration!

Reader 10

Oooh, making a tinderbox was excellent. Yes.

Thank you so much for taking time out of your Sunday night to answer our questions! I have to put pants on and go grocery shopping.

Thank you!

A.E. Radley

You’re welcome! I better get going as well. Thank you all for coming along, and for reading my books! I really appreciate it

Reader 2

Do you have any questions for us?

We appreciate you writing them

Reader 4

thanks for writing them!

Reader 2

They are always entertaining and different

A.E. Radley

Thank you, @Reader 2!

Have a lovely Sunday everyone!

Sneak Peek: Love Trauma

Krys Stevens is the best trauma doctor at Lakeside Hospital. She runs the ER like a finely choreographed dance, she has coworkers she calls friends, and she’s a superstar at the free clinic where she volunteers. What more could an ambitious young doctor want? One day, a patient arrives in the ER intubated with a ballpoint pen and changes everything – that’s how Krys meets Darcy, a former combat medic and a woman after her own heart.

My latest novel, LOVE TRAUMA, is available now on Amazon. Read the first chapter below.

Graduation day was a warm May afternoon and for about an hour, Krys Stevens was able to ignore the pager clipped to her hip.

That was pretty rare for her. She’d been working in the emergency department of Lakeside Hospital for almost five years and she could count on one hand the number of times she requested a day off. She always jumped to answer every page and took any extra shifts she could because there was nowhere in the world she’d rather be than in the ER, saving lives.

But today the hospital would have to get by without Krys Stevens because she was here to watch her friends become doctors.

She found a seat near the bottom of the bleachers of Northwestern’s stadium, where she might be able to catch the attention of Megan, Ivy and Chloe as they walked across the stage set up in the center of the football field. There were thousands of other people there, proud parents and friends, but Krys wanted the girls to know she’d come to support them. They were an eclectic bunch, worming their way into her life by force at times, but she had grown to love them by now.

Krys was in her seat and ready for the ceremony to start by eleven-fifteen, and she had about forty-five minutes to kill. Fortunately for her, she’d planned to get some work done while she waited. She had a rolled-up medical journal tucked under her arm along with the graduation program she’d been handed at the stadium entrance, but first she had a few emails to catch up on.

That was one thing about the ER that she’d never gotten used to – no matter how efficiently she triaged and treated her patients, the paperwork never stopped piling up. The possibility of coming out to support her friends and then getting some work done while everyone else crossed the stage was appealing in more ways than one.

She was just tapping out a reply on her phone to Russell, her boss at the free clinic where she moonlighted, when she heard someone shout, “Krys! Hey, Krys Stevens!”

She looked up – it might be like finding a needle in a haystack to locate the source of her name in a crowd of thousands. But then a couple of hands went up and she saw some familiar faces. There was Alex – Megan’s fiancée – and Dr. Thomas from the pediatrics department standing up and waving to her from a few rows over.

Krys waved back and Alex cupped her hands around her mouth to shout, “Come sit with us!”

Krys looked longingly down at her medical journal – The Annals of Emergency Medicine, which she’d been intending to read for weeks now – and then tucked it under her arm and picked her way across the rows of bleachers to them.

“Hi,” she said as she slid into a seat at the end of the row.

“We thought you’d be working, or else we would have invited you to come with us,” Dr. Thomas said.

She was wearing a flowing floral dress and she looked exactly the same as she did in the hospital, minus the white coat and stethoscope.

Alex, on the other hand, looked like a whole new woman without her navy paramedic’s uniform. Krys saw her on a daily basis in the ER and she hardly recognized the girl with the carefully curled hair and the feminine-cut blouse sitting in front of her. Then again, Krys didn’t look much like herself today, either.

She’d foregone her usual utilitarian ponytail, for one thing, and she felt out of sorts without her hospital scrubs.

“I’m glad you came,” Alex said. “It’ll mean a lot to the girls. Have you met Megan’s parents?”

She gestured further down the bleachers to a woman who was unmistakably Megan’s mom, complete with fiery red hair and delicate freckles across the bridge of her nose. Beside her sat a man with a warm smile and his arm around his wife’s shoulders. Krys reached down the row to them, shaking their hands over Alex and Lily’s laps.

“Are Ivy and Chloe’s parents here?” she asked.

“Yeah, but they drove separately and we haven’t been able to locate them,” Alex said. “It’s okay – we’ll catch up with them at the reception afterward. Are you sticking around for that?”

She was talking about the cocktail hour that the university was putting on after the graduation was over. Krys was planning to attend it and make an immediate beeline for Ivy, Chloe and Megan so she could congratulate them, then get back into the action for a night shift at the free clinic. Instead of admitting all this, though, she said, “Yeah, for a little while.”

“Good,” Alex said. “You need to get away from the hospital more often.”

Krys rolled her eyes good-naturedly, and when Alex turned her attention back to her future in-laws, she wondered if it would be rude to go back to her emails. Plus there was an intriguing article about cystic fibrosis that she’d been meaning to read…

“Did you bring a medical journal to a graduation ceremony?” Dr. Thomas asked, as if she were reading Krys’s mind. Then she swiped the journal out of Krys’s lap to confirm her suspicions. “Seriously?”

“We’re here to support Chloe Barnes, Megan Callahan, and Ivy Chan,” Krys pointed out. “What are you planning to do while everyone from D through Z walks across the stage, Dr. Thomas?”

“Be supportive,” she said with an amused grin. “And we’re not in the hospital – call me Lily.”

“Only if you give back the journal,” Krys said. The prospect of wasting two whole hours that she could be using for professional development made her want to break out in hives. Dr. Thomas – err, Lily – handed back the journal and Krys flipped it open, finding the article she wanted. Then she passed it back to Lily. “Have you read this? It’s about treating respiratory distress in the ER – I figured it might be useful for the next time Malik comes in.”

A shadow fell briefly over Lily’s face, and then she smiled.

“Let me check it out,” she said. She and Krys had both spent a lot of time with their young CF patient, and he was everyone’s favorite patient when he came in for his breathing treatments. Lily gave Krys a side-eye, then closed the journal and slipped it into her purse, saying, “after the ceremony. You’re here to support your friends, so be present in the moment, hon.”

The idea made Krys feel itchy, but Lily had a point.

After a few minutes, the crowd settled down and the first few bars of Pomp and Circumstance could be heard over the speakers. As the music grew louder, everyone stood and the graduates began filing onto the field, taking seats in the white folding chairs that were set up in front of the stage.

Krys and her group cheered when they saw the girls come out – Megan and Chloe with bejeweled and decorated mortarboards, and Ivy holding her chin high, her posture impeccable. Their backs were to the audience but Krys clapped loudly for them and laughed when Alex let out a whoop for Megan.

“Chloe starts her residency with me next week,” Lily said as they spotted her. “She’s going to make a great pediatrician.”

“They’re all going to be good clinicians,” Krys said. Then she laughed and added, “Ivy practically bullied me into being her mentor, so I guess we don’t have to worry about them taking an active role in their careers.”

The football field slowly transformed into a sea of purple and black robes. Ivy and Megan were two of the most decorated graduates, with multiple honor cords hanging from their necks, and Chloe used her charm to bribe the other graduates to sit down out of order so that she could squeeze Ivy’s hand throughout the ceremony.

It was about two hours long, and Lily had been right about the medical journal. Even though Krys only knew three faces in the crowd, she felt proud and invigorated to watch over a hundred and fifty new doctors receive their diplomas.

Hell, it made her want to race back to the ER as soon as she could to pour out that prideful energy on her patients.

Beside her, Lily clapped for each and every student that walked across the stage, and their whole group stood and cheered loudly as Chloe, then Megan, then Ivy received their diplomas. They were able to locate Ivy’s family sitting at the bottom of the bleachers near the field because while she was shaking the dean’s hand, her brother stood up and screamed, “Congratulations, big sis!”

Ivy scowled at him for embarrassing her and Krys couldn’t help smiling. It must be both a blessing and a curse to have siblings who took pride in humbling you during your most significant moments.

***

After the ceremony was over, Krys went with Lily, Alex and Megan’s parents to the reception. There was an enormous white tent set up on the lawn not far from the stadium, with refreshments stations set up beneath it, along with quite a few tables dressed in fine white linens. The five of them got drinks and then sat down to wait for the graduates to pour in.

Krys checked her pager, more out of habit than for any other reason. She wasn’t on call today and she wasn’t due back at the hospital for another sixteen hours, but she never truly forgot the weight of the little black pager that lived forever on her hip. As she was getting ready for the ceremony this morning, she’d stood in front of the mirror in her bathroom and looked at herself in the navy dress pants and flowing summer blouse she’d chosen, and she felt naked until she clipped the pager to her waistband.

“Didn’t you request the whole day off?” Lily asked when she noticed Krys glancing at her hip.

“I did,” Krys said. “But you know how things can be in an emergency department. They can get overwhelmed easily and sometimes they call me to fill in even when I’m not on call.”

“Do you ever stop working?” Lily asked as she sipped on her glass of chardonnay.

Krys had opted for an iced tea with lemon, just in case. She smiled and said, “Not if I can help it.”

Lily gave her a slightly disappointed look that reminded Krys of her mother, then said, “Don’t burn yourself out, girl.”

Krys was saved from the lecture as the graduates arrived at the reception. A sea of purple robes invaded the tent as everyone spread out, locating their loved ones and enjoying the celebration. Megan made it to the table first, greeting Alex with a kiss and then hugging her parents. Krys spotted Ivy and Chloe entering the tent hand-in-hand, but they went to round up their own parents before joining the group.

“I wish your brother could have been here,” Megan’s mom was saying.

“It’s fine,” Megan said. “He’s in college now – I don’t blame him for not wanting to come home for this.”

“You only graduate from medical school once,” her mom objected, and then she let the subject slide and said, “You looked so beautiful crossing the stage, honey.”

“Thank you, mommy,” Megan said. Then she turned to Krys, pulling her into an unexpected embrace. Krys flushed for a moment – she wasn’t used to being part of a group like this and it always took her off-guard when these girls treated her as more than just a coworker. By the time Megan released her, she’d gotten her color under control again and Megan said, “I’m so glad you came, Krys.”

“I am, too,” she answered. “How does it feel to be a doctor?”

Amazing,” Megan said. She grabbed Alex’s hand and said, “Now I have everything I ever wanted.”

“Barf,” Ivy interjected as she led Chloe and their parents over to join the group. “Get a room.”

Megan laughed and kissed Alex’s hand, where a sparkling diamond ring circled her finger, and then they all pulled a second table over, joining the two so everyone could sit together. Ivy and Chloe introduced their parents to the group and Krys was amused at how much they mirrored the girls.

Ivy’s family – except for her rambunctious brother – was stoic and reserved like Ivy had been when Krys first met her. Meanwhile, Chloe’s mom, dad, and teenage sister were all very expressive, hugging her and jumping right into the conversation with vigor. That was going to make an interesting family dynamic if one day they all became in-laws.

“What do you two think?” Lily asked the new arrivals Krys’s question. “How does it feel?”

“Terrifying,” Chloe said with a nervous laugh. “I’m allowed to practice medicine all by myself now. I can’t believe it.”

“I’ll be right by your side,” Lily said. “You’ll do fine.”

“Of course you will,” Ivy agreed. “And I can’t wait to do some cutting.”

“Surgeons,” Krys said. “You’re all alike. What about you, Megan? Where are you doing your residency?”

“At the coroner’s office,” she said. “I’ve been keeping in touch with Dr. Markovich ever since our medical school rotations and he agreed to mentor me on top of the usual residency. Although that might have to happen in my sleep for the first couple of months because I don’t know when I’ll find the time.” She linked her arm in Alex’s and added, “Wedding planning is way more work than we were expecting.”

“I offered to plan it for you two,” her mother said. “I did warn you.”

“And we appreciate the offer, but we want to have our wedding,” Megan said with a smile. “Not yours.”

“July, right?” Krys asked.

She’d been surprised and honored when she received their Save the Date in her hospital mailbox, and that was another date she’d been happy to request time off work for, although she suddenly realized that her RSVP card had gotten buried under a pile of medical journals in her apartment.

“Yep,” Alex said, giving Megan a quick kiss on the cheek. “And you better not show up stag.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Krys asked. She hadn’t even begun to consider the possibility of bringing a date. The idea seemed preposterous, in fact. When would she have the time to find someone?

Megan put on an act of hardship, ticking off all the reasons why Krys should bring a date. “It throws off the caterers and the seating arrangements will be a mess. Everything we order, from party favors to linens, seems to come in even numbers…”

“You’re just trying to couple everyone up because you’re in love,” Krys said.

“And what’s wrong with that?” Megan asked, putting her arm around Alex. “Everyone should be so lucky.”

“Seriously, you’re nauseating,” Ivy said, but she scooted her chair a little closer to Chloe’s and slid her hand more covertly into her girlfriend’s beneath the table.

The conversation turned to Ivy and Chloe’s plans next. They’d finally decided after half a year of bouncing back and forth between their two apartments that it was time to take the plunge and move in together, and their families were going to help them relocate while they were in town this weekend.

Ivy was just discussing the challenges of moving in together and beginning a rigorous surgical residency all in the same week when Krys felt her phone vibrating in the pocket of her pants.

“I’m sorry,” she said, excusing herself from the table. She didn’t get many phone calls. Her parents called from Denver once a week, but never on a Saturday afternoon, so that meant only one thing – either the hospital or the clinic needed her. She could feel her heart rate increasing already.

It turned out to be Russell, asking if she could come in and cover the free clinic after one of the other doctors got called in to work an extra shift at his day job. Krys said she’d be happy to, and then she went back to the table to say goodbye to the new graduates.

“I’m sorry to bow out, but I’ve got some patients waiting for me at the free clinic,” she said, trying to ignore the disapproving look Lily was giving her. “Congratulations, everyone. It was so good to see you

graduate, and I’m proud of all of you.”

Megan, Ivy and Chloe had come a long way since Krys met them in the early years of their medical education, and she had no doubt they’d go on to become fine doctors. As such, she knew they would understand why she needed to leave.

They all said goodbye, and then Krys headed out of the tent. Behind her, she heard Ivy saying, “It just made sense to move in together, although I do have a study carrel reserved at the library in case I need to get away to catch up on my reading.”

Krys smirked and just before she got out of earshot, she heard Chloe quip, “We haven’t even moved in together yet and she’s already making plans to escape.”