24 June 2015

If my life were a...........

So I had a bit of a fun (read: terrible) day today regarding trying to get to see a new psychiatrist I'd made an appointment with. After about 6 hours of rigumerole, which included a trip to urgent care and then going to the ER in some last ditch, mental health Hail Mary, I got somewhere. I actually got farther than I have in months.

(For those who don't know, I'm clinically severely depressed. I was on meds, then never got a hold of my doctor again and things just kinda went down from there.)

Anyway, I'm going to my very first group therapy session tomorrow after an appointment with a different doctor. Woot. And I thought, If my life were a romance novel, tomorrow I'd meet the guy of my dreams.

And then I thought of a game. If my life were a.......................

Here's how it works. You guys give me a situation and 4-5 genres, and I try to figure it out. For instance, with my therapy tomorrow, if my life were a:

  • YA Novel: I'd enter a room filled with the morose and the ones whose parents make them go. There'd be a couple people there who would really be benefitting from the group and one in particular would welcome me in. Then I'd see him--the aloof boy who obviously doesn't want to be there. He'd be dressed in black with a couple of piercings, and then he'd look up and our eyes would meet, and I'd be lost in the surprise of a smile from him.
  • Science Fiction Novel: There'd be something really weird about the therapist and maybe one or two of the people there, a slight difference too difficult to narrow down. Not long after everyone sits, the therapist suddenly grows tentacles and announces he's taking us to his home planet in troublingly good English. We must fight to survive. Some of us fall. I'm taken captive with five others, including a boy I find to be perfect in every way.
  • Horror Novel: Once all the participants are settled in and the session starts, the lights go off for only a few moments. There's commotion. The lights flick back on and one of us is dead but there's no evidence of a weapon and no one is bloody. One of us is a talented killer, but who?


    Everyone's already seated when I walk in, and the session is about to start. They're strangely friendly, like they don't know how to be genuinely nice. Against my better judgment, I sit. Someone turns out the light, and the room is illuminated by a glow-in-the-dark shape of a pentagram. Someone lights candles while two of the strongest people try to tie me up. I manage to escape their grip and bolt into the hallway, but now I have to get away from them before they use me to summon their dark god.
Sound fun? If so, leave me a situation in the comments and I'll see what I can do!

04 June 2015

They say it's my birthday! Well, soon....

So, the countdown to my 30th birthday is ON. T-minus 4 months from today! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand I have 4 books available. Coincience? Maybe. But that isn't the point.

THE POINT is that I have 4 books and 4 months til I hit the big 3-0.

How's about a giveaway?

Every month starting today, I'm going to be giving away 3 prizes:
1st Prize - Copy of a book & $15 Amazon GC
2nd Prize - $10 Amazon GC
3rd Prize - $5 Amazon GC

Wanna get in on this? Entry form is below.

19 May 2015

New Release Alert! Jivin' Tango by Connie L Smith

Lila and Austin have known each other since she befriended his younger brother when she was a toddler. In fact, since her parents moved from her hometown, Lila’s lived with Austin’s family. The two are friends, though more of the teasing, taunting breed than the BFF variety.
But all it takes is one moment for everything to change…
For Austin, that moment comes when Lila performs a rumba in the school’s auditorium to qualify for the state dance competition, the young woman on stage so far-removed from the little girl in his memories.
For Lila, the moment is a reflected image of Austin preparing for prom, the guy standing in front of his mirror hardly resembling the child that spent so much of his youth pestering her.

Will they find a way to admit to themselves and their families that their feelings are deeper than friendship? And can Lila focus on this building relationship – and deal with her unstable ex – and still win the dance contest?

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“I kind of have a thing for this other girl.”
She smiles a bit. “Anyone I know?”
“Yeah, you know her.” I lean closer to her, not moving my stare from her face. “She’s beautiful, and smart, and funny, and quirky. The sad thing is, I didn’t notice any of those things until about a week ago.”
“What happened a week ago?”
“Well, she did this dance. One she hates, by the way.” I pause to let her laugh. “She wore a blue dress, and her hair was flowing down her back. She was elegant, and gorgeous, and I couldn’t look away.” Reaching out, I play with a strand of her hair that’s fallen forward, one that’s dripping water from her shower. “And I couldn’t push the attraction back. I tried, because it was so confusing.
“You see,” I continue, “I’ve known her since she was just a pesky girl who hung around mostly for my kid brother, and being attracted to her took some getting used to. But I had to deal with it, since I couldn’t look at her the way I used to anymore. Once I saw her as the beautiful woman she’d grown into, I couldn’t step back from that.”
I put a finger to her lips to stop her comments. I need to get all of this out. Now. “I tried, Munchkin. I tried to keep myself from wanting you, but I can’t. I figured that out at prom. You’re what I want, what I need, and the one girl I have to be with. If you don’t want to be with me like that, I’ll take friendship. I’ll take just about anything because you’re the one part of my whole life I can’t let go of.”
She reaches up so she can move my finger away from her mouth. “I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t want to be with you.”
Relief fills me, and I let out a long breath. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Connie L. Smith spends far too much time with her mind wandering in fictional places. She reads too much, likes to bake, and might forever be sad that she doesn’t have fairy wings. And that she can’t swing dance. Her music of choice is severely outdated, and as an adult she’s kind of obsessed with Power Rangers. She has her BA from Northern Kentucky University in Speech Communication and History (she doesn’t totally get the connection either), and is currently working on her MA. 

25 March 2015

Cover reveal!!!!!!!

Earlier this afternoon, I shared the cover for my Beyond Fairytales story, GEMINI (AKA the little story that almost killed me). In case you weren't around for the Beyond Fairytales chat on Facebook, I wanted to share the cover with you!














Big thanks to Seneca Featherstone for this gorgeous cover!

No release date yet, but as soon as I know, I'll be shouting it from the rooftops!

Being one of the Embassy’s glorified treasure-seekers has its perks. Komadan Uriah Jacobs recovers ancient artifacts in exchange for more than just decent pay; he also receives guaranteed protection from his former owners, the nyx…until an emergency landing on a too-familiar colony brings him face-to-face with his past life and something more—a surprisingly priceless treasure in the form of a human woman.

A slave to the nyx since childhood, Shadi spends her waking hours in the forge, dreaming of rescuing her brother with the help of a man she once worshipped as a father. A crashed ship on the colony becomes her only hope to escape. But before she can steal the ship, the pilot abducts her. They may be the same species, but will he help her find her Shilah?

Regardless of their circumstances, their attraction is undeniable. Fighting it seems inconsequential as they evade the nyx's bounty hunter and uncover a conspiracy that shines unwanted light on Shadi's past and reveals the corruption in Uri’s beloved Embassy, placing their fledgling love in danger. As the universe systematically falls apart, will Shadi and Uri’s newfound passion be enough to keep them alive?

03 March 2015

Snippet and giveaway @LitLagniappe! #SolsticeQuartet

Hey all! I'm over at Literary Lagniappe today with a snippet from Solstice Quartet #2 that you won't see anywhere else. Come check it out and leave a comment for your chance at a $10 Amazon GC!

04 February 2015

Paranormal Love Wednesday

Hey all! I'm participating in Paranormal Love Wednesday for the first time, and I thought it'd be a great time to share an exclusive excerpt from Ember's Secret. I didn't want to go too far into the book (even though there's a scene I LOOOOVE that I want to post lol). The excerpt still needs to make sense, I suppose.

Ember only wants two things out of life: to be reunited with her sisters, and to see people come back to her cafĂ©. Catering to people she never sees again, she experiences a loneliness that can’t be filled. As one of the last Whakamanu—a descendant of the Maori bird-god Tane—she has to hold on to the secrets of her tribe. Family first.

Gourmet TV personality Austin Garten, host of the popular show Back Road Eats, needs more in his life than Breadbasket America grilling. He’s tired of the safe routes, the easy and dependable foods that the Network loves to display. When his RV breaks down in Wyoming, and he learns about Kai, a Maori restaurant outside of Casper, his interest is piqued. Once he meets the proprietor, he realizes he’s wants more than just her food. He wants her.

Ember isn’t too sure. The Solstice, the Maori New Year, is fast approaching, and with the heat in her kitchen ratcheting up, she knows she can’t keep her secret for much longer. But will Austin be able to accept her? Or will her secret drive them apart?

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Cutting the criollo bread, Ember hummed the song she'd heard drifting from the basement. Papa hadn't left his workshop all night; before she left, she'd found him there, bottle in hand, and covered him with a blanket. She also made sure to leave a couple of aspirin and a glass of water by his chair. Fearing what she'd find when she returned, she hoped Austin would humor her by staying for a while.

She hadn't been lying when she said it took her half the night to figure out a menu. Too many possibilities to choose from led to too many debates with herself. She wanted to impress him. And maybe she needed some validation, too.

She placed the slices of criollo on the grill and started prepping the watercress. Fragrances danced all around her, swirling in the air and bringing her comfort. As she moved around the kitchen gathering ingredients for the Hollandaise, she wondered what would have happened if Mama hadn't died. Would they have stayed in New Zealand and tried to rebuild, or would they have left anyway? The hunters certainly wouldn't have left them alone—it'd been hard enough for her to find any of Mama's feathers to bring with them. Leaving had been the right decision, but would returning be so bad? Now that the entire Whakamanu tribe had been decimated, save for them, surely their old village would be safe? The hunters wouldn't think to return for them.

Before dressing the plates, she took a quick taste of the Hollandaise. Perfect. Maybe she should've made herself something. Eh, later.

The guys straightened when she returned. “Order up.”

As she set Austin's plate in front of him, she glimpsed the notepad next to his arm. “I like to take notes,” he said.

That made sense. “Must be hard to remember everything you eat on a trip.”

“Some things. Not everything.”

Face heating, she took a seat. Thank the gods they wouldn't be able to see her blush with her dark skin.

“So tell me about this. We've got….” He lifted the poached egg. “Lamb, homemade Hollandaise, a watercress garnish.”

“And homemade criollo bread. Grilled. Makes it kind of like a giant crostini.”

Taking notes, he nodded. “This from one of your mom's recipes?”

“Nope. All me.” Nerves threatened to overtake her. If he didn't take a bite soon, she'd scream. When he finally cut into it and took the first bite, she almost imploded with relief, and as he wolfed down the dish, he made these sounds that she wanted to hear in a more private setting. “Good?”

“Foodgamsic.” He chuckled. “I mean, yeah. It‟s…yeah.”

She shook her head. Five minutes. Five minutes alone with him…. “Would you like to see the kitchen?”

“Lead the way.”

If Papa knew what she was doing, he'd be pissed, but right now, she didn't care. He never came to the restaurant, and he certainly never wanted to learn about this aspect of her life. Austin did. Though she barely knew him, she would gladly share all of herself with him. She'd already shared her soul.

Let me know what you think!

03 February 2015



Ember is in the world! It's been a while. This was my 2013 NaNoWriMo project. So yeah. I've been excited for a loooooooooooooooooooooong time.

It's officially official! Here are buy links!

Please excuse me while I go squee my lungs out :)

Also, people are saying really nice things about the book....

I loved the instant chemistry even as they fought it, I loved the supporting characters and most of all I love that this book was completely different! I am so excited to read more of this series and more of ANYTHING by Catherine Peace!
~Two Bibliophiles Guide

When I read the synopsis, and saw the cover I knew I had to read this book. It was brilliantly written and I was not able to put it down. I loved the storyline and the characters.
~Author Sandra Love

This is one novel you have to pick up! The author fills it with a plot that is more than just your paranormal wonderland.
~Girly Girl Book Reviews

 It was so different from other paranormal romances that I almost forgot that was what I was reading! This is a great fast read for PNR lovers.
~The Book Quarry 

 A must own for your library in my opinion. You won't regret it. Catherine Peace you out did yourself on this book. 
~Deborah's Favorite Books

So yeah. If you're looking for a new paranormal romance read that's going to leave you hungry for food (and maybe a few other things), then why not Ember?

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