Of Autumn Leaves and New Beginnings

Of Autumn Leaves and New Beginnings

Autumn. The perfect time to curl up with a nice cup of tea and a good book and listen to the rain smattering against your window. Or to take a nice walk in the brisk fall air and enjoy the glowing colors of the leaves. It’s the perfect time to start something new and exciting.

Just like my main characters in my upcoming release, Of Autumn Leaves and New Beginnings. Oren and Pete are two genuinely nice guys in their late forties who aren’t interested in games or make-believe. They both want something honest, long-lasting, and real.

Luckily they find each other when Oren’s Mom has an accident and her neighbor Pete helps her…

If you’re in the mood for something uncomplicated, low on drama but high on the feels, and two great guys, pre-order Of Autumn Leaves and New Beginnings now. It’s only six days until release day.

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Book Talk

Monday Book Talk

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Do you re-read books you like?

I’ve come across several people over the years saying that they don’t re-read books because of too-many-books-too-little-time syndrome. I can totally understand this. If I could sleep less and read more, I would! (Or add more hours to the day would work, too).

But even so, I love re-reading books, and I do it all the time. Those days when I’m in a bad mood and need something to cheer me up. Or when I’m sick and need comfort. Every time I need to read a book I can be absolutely certain that I loved, I re-read.

It’s like meeting old friends again. And I’m not bothered that I already know what happens: I’m one of these people who actually seeks out spoilers instead of avoiding them like the plague, so I take comfort in knowing the story. By re-reading, I’m not caught off guard by a sudden angsty moment I wasn’t prepared or in the mood for. I know exactly what I get, and I love it.

I have a shelf on Goodreads called feel-good re-reads. Below are four books from that list.

Tell me which books (if any) you re-read!


The Naked Remedy | Jesse’s Diner | Shiny! | Galaxies and Oceans




Top 5

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Nell’s Top Five

…songs that made me dance when I was 17

30 years ago, in 1989, I was 17 years old and my life consisted of books and music and friends (and school of course). I’ve always been more of the lie on my back on the floor and listen to the lyrics kind of gal than a dance kind of gal, but there were a few songs that made it impossible for me to sit still.

So here’s a list. And to help you paint a picture: I had long blond hair, huge glasses, was chubby and had absolutely no moves. so when you listen to these songs, imagine feet shuffling and lots of arm waving and you will have a pretty good picture of what it looked like 😀

And what can I say; I was a fan of British synth pop 🙂

Tell me: what did you dance to when you were 17?

    1. Tainted Love by Soft Cell
    2. Smalltown Boy by Bronski Beat
    3. Situation by Yazoo
    4. Behind the Wheel by Depeche Mode
    5. True Faith by New Order


Nell Iris' Christmas, Nell's WIP

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Today, I’m sharing the beginning of my WIP, Four Christmases, that I told you about here. It’s unedited and it’s short, but I hope you enjoy it! 🙂

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The silence that follows after I close the door is wonderful, and I slump against a porch post and let out a long sigh. Shaking my head, I chuckle. I love my granny to pieces, but I’m in desperate need of a break from listening to her repeatedly singing “Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer” at the top of her voice and out of tune. It comes with a routine and everything; she lifts her cup of eggnog, roar out the word “eggnog” in the lyrics, and cackle like a madwoman, especially after having imbibed quite a few cups of the vile drink in question. Then she looks expectantly at the rest of the family, waiting for us to laugh. I admit it was funny at first, but after the hundredth time my chuckle is polite more than anything.

But it’s been a Whipple family Christmas tradition for years and years, so it wouldn’t be the same without it. I just need a moment of peace and quiet before going back inside for round two.

A shiver racks my body and I wind the thick charcoal scarf I grabbed before fleeing the chaos that is my family Christmas around my neck, shove my gloved hands into the pockets of my light gray peacoat, and then jump off the back porch.

The air is full of huge, light snowflakes twirling leisurely from the sky and landing softly on the frost coated trees and shrubbery in my parents’ garden. It’s not enough to actually be considered a snowfall; it’s more like a reminder that today is December twenty-fifth after all, and we shouldn’t think we’re spared the snow even though it barely covers the ground. It’s as though the weather is keeping us on our toes, teaching us not to take anything for granted.

And if you’ve never heard Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer, the song Auden grumbles about, lucky you, because it’s terrible. But here it is, if you want to torture yourself 😀