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Last day of review tour

Today is the last day of the review tour. Phew. A new release is hard work, guys, and now I’m gonna spend the rest of the week lounging around on the couch.

Not. Books don’t write themselves. But at least I can go back to being Introvert Nell again. At least that’s something 🙂

Thanks to all the bloggers that took part in the release blitz and review tour. I appreciate it ❤

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Today’s scheduled stops on the review tour:
Bayou Book Junkie
Diverse Reader
Slashsessed
Sinfully

Buy links:
JMS Books | Amazon US | Amazon UK | iBooks | Google Play | B&N

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Review tour continues

Hi everyone. Just a short blog post today, reminding you to visit the scheduled review stops and enter the giveaway if you haven’t already done it. You can win a copy of my previous book, Unconditionally.

I also had a little fun with a picture, and if you’ve read Find His Way Home, you know which scene this is. And if you haven’t, what are you waiting for? 🙂

Have a great Friday!

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Today’s scheduled stop on the review tour:
Sarandipity Book Reviews
Jim’s Reading Room

Buy links:
JMS Books | Amazon US | Amazon UK | iBooks | Google Play | B&N


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Somehow I’ll find my way home

I had a hard time coming up with a title for Find His Way Home. I wrote and wrote the story and I couldn’t come up with anything that I liked. It was called “untitled” for the longest time, and I hate untitled stories. It’s as if I would give birth to a child and not name them. Just call him or her baby. 

That’s just not okay.

So I googled. I typed “home song lyrics” in a search window and sifted through the results (because I love to find inspiration from songs).

And immediately I found the perfect song. I’m born in 1972, was a kid/teenager in the eighties, and love, love, LOVE eighties music. And when this song turned up in my search result— reminding me of its existence—I thought There’s gotta be something I can use in this song.

And I was right. I listened to it (I hadn’t heard it in decades) and instantly reconnected with it. And then I thought about it, tweaked it a little, and that’s how I’ll Find My Way Home became Find His Way Home.

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Today’s scheduled stop on the review tour: 
Keysmash

Buy links:
JMS Books | Amazon US | Amazon UK | iBooks | Google Play | B&N


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Poor, coffee-deprived writer

This writer has cut down her coffee intake. A lot. *cue the sad, dramatic music*

All my life, I’ve had an ambivalent relationship with coffee (it’s bitter and smells much better than it tastes), and for the longest time I didn’t drink it at all. And that’s kind of a big deal for a Swede. Swedes drink a lot of coffee—we were on 6th place of the world’s biggest coffee drinkers last year (and I find it very interesting that all five of the Scandinavian countries—Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Finland and Iceland—are in the top six!)

And not only that. We take our coffee drinking very seriously in Sweden—it’s a way of life. It’s called “fika” and there’s not really a word for it in English. If you’re interested in knowing more, here’s an article about it. It’s interesting and explains a lot 🙂

Every time you visit with someone in Sweden, they will offer you coffee. If you don’t drink it, your host becomes anxious and tries to come up with a range of other beverages to offer you instead. Sometimes they’ll even offer to run to the store and buy something for you.

It was exhausting to have to explain every time why I didn’t drink coffee. And even people close to me forgot. Like my mother-in-law, who, by the way, is from Finland. (And did you happen to notice which country was at the top of that list I linked to earlier? 😉 ) I’ve been with my husband for well over 20 years, and even after knowing me for 10+ years, she forgot that I didn’t drink it.

So one day I thought Ah, fuck it! and started drinking the stuff.

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But here’s the thing. I don’t like it in the morning. I prefer to drink my coffee in the evenings. Especially when I write. So that’s what I’ve done. And for a long time, it wasn’t a problem. But lately, I’ve had a hard time falling asleep.

And, of course, I knew what the culprit was. My coffee. I did some research: I knew caffeine causes alertness, but as it turns out, it can disrupt the entire sleep cycle and circadian rhythm. If I drink coffee late this evening, it might affect my sleep for many nights to follow.

So, last week I decided to stop with my late night coffee. And since I don’t like to drink it early in the day, I’ve dramatically cut my intake.

And…I’m fine. I’ve not had any withdrawal problems and after a few days, I slept much better. The only thing is that I miss having a hot beverage to drink when I write. I solved that problem by buying rooibos tea, which does not contain caffeine.

One funny thing about coffee and fika: I’ve noticed that my Swedish fika-habits show up in my books. All my characters like to sit down with a book and a cup of coffee and fika for an hour or two. If that’s something you’ve noticed and found a little weird, well now you know why 🙂

Like in this excerpt from Find His Way Home. After spending a couple months by himself in the forest, Elliot wants human interactions and real coffee 😀 (Emma, mentioned in the quote, is the person from whom he rents the cabin)

On his way back to the car, he passed a cozy café, and the aroma of coffee wafting through the door as customers exited was strong and full. His feet carried him inside without him giving it a lot of thought, and he spent a few minutes trying figure out what he was in the mood for. After deciding on a frilly coffee drink with a big dollop of cream and lots of sugary syrup, accompanied by an enormous blueberry muffin, he found a table in a quiet corner. The second-hand armchair was as comfy as it looked, and he groaned with happiness as he sank down into it.

He swallowed a mouthful of his beverage and couldn’t help the pleased hum that escaped him. It tasted so much better than the stupid instant shit he had in the cabin. He should tell Emma they ought to buy a coffee maker for the kitchen—a French press would make a world of difference—and he’d be willing to pay extra for the luxury.

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My books are still on sale over at JMS Books for the remainder of the day if you still haven’t bough it. Links are listed below.

Here’s a list of today’s scheduled Release Blitz stops:
MM Good Book Reviews
Jim’s Reading Room

Buy links:
JMS Books | Amazon US | Amazon UK | iBooks | Google Play | B&N


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Memorial Day Sale – 30% off

Yesterday, I released a book, and when I woke up this morning…this had happened!!

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Number four on the LGBT Kindle Short Reads list! How awesome is that? So awesome, I think I have to break out another bottle of champagne to celebrate today, too! 🙂

Meanwhile: there’s a Memorial Day Sale over at JMS Books, so if you haven’t bought my new book yet, now’s the time! 🙂

Here’s the link: Find His Way Home. Clickety-click and make a newbie author very happy! (You are, of course, allowed to buy my old book, too. I’m not discriminating my babies! 🙂 Here’s the link: Unconditionally).

All e-books are on sale, so why not browse around while you’re there. I did. I preordered Cultivating Love, written by Addison Albright. I’d also recommend you to check out the fabulous Amy Tasukada. I know May might be the wrong time for holiday cheer (unless you’re me and have spent months writing about Christmas!) but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, right? 🙂

Run over and click away. You know you want to 🙂

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Here’s a list of today’s scheduled Release Blitz stops:
Sarandipity Book Reviews
Diverse Reader
My Fiction Nook
Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
Boy Meets Boy Reviews

Buy links:
JMS Books | Amazon US | Amazon UK | iBooks | Google Play | B&N


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Find His Way Home – Now Available

My new book Find His Way Home is out today and I’m so excited. I loved writing Elliot and Mick’s story, and I hope you will enjoy reading about them.

Signal Boost Promotion has arranged a Review Tour and Release Blitz for me and the first stops are today. Make sure to stop by (today’s planned stops are listed below) and enter the giveaway, where you can win a copy of my first book Unconditionally

I look forward to visit all the fabulous blogs and sites. I might have to pinch myself in the arm to make sure I’m not dreaming—I’m still new to this book release business and seeing my book featured on book sites feels more like a wonderful dream than reality.

Purchase links are listed below. (And both Find His Way Home and Unconditionally are also available on Kindle Unlimited).

Now I’m going to celebrate this fabulous event with a glass of champagne. Happy weekend, everyone! ❤

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Length: 19,884 words
Publisher: JMS Books
Blurb

Shakespeare-loving teacher Elliot Dunn has been unhappy living in the big city for a long time. He yearns for fresh air, visible stars, and stillness, but his relationship with divorce lawyer Mick Hudson keeps him from moving away.

When a dramatic event occurs in Elliot’s class, he’s shaken to his core and suddenly can’t stay anymore. He leaves his partner of two years behind and returns to the tiny town in the mountains where he grew up.

Living in a rented cabin in the woods, with only an owl for company, Elliot slowly regains his peace of mind. But being away from Mick is agonizing, and when a ghost from Elliot’s past pays him a visit, everything comes to a head.

Elliot is faced with a hard decision. Should he stay on the stress-free mountainside alone, or return to the hustle of the city and try to make a life with Mick?

 
Excerpt

He spent the rest of the afternoon pacing his living room with Lady Gaga blasting from the speakers. He heard his phone ring at some point, but ignored it and kept pacing, rubbing his palms on his head, tousling his short hair. The phone rang several more times, but Elliot walked and walked, until the front door flung open and a wild-eyed Mick stood there, glaring at him.

Mick’s gaze roved over him, making sure he was okay, and then he marched over to the stereo and cut off Gaga in the middle of a rah-rah. “What the hell, Elliot?”

The curse stopped Elliot’s pacing, and he stared at his lover with wide eyes. His well-spoken, hot-shot lawyer partner never used profanities. During their time together, Elliot had heard him swear maybe once or twice, and him doing it now knocked the wind out of Elliot’s fury. He groaned, grabbed his lover’s hand, and hauled him over to the couch where he sank down, pulling Mick with him.

“I’m sorry. But I’m angry.”

“I can tell. What happened?”

“I let them buy me, that’s what happened.” Elliot spat out the words.

“What?” The question was so loud Elliot flinched. Mick sighed, stood and shook off his coat, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and kicked off his shoes. Then he sat back down, turned to Elliot, and wrinkled his nose when he saw the state of his hair. “It looks like you’ve tried to pull it out,” he muttered, and ran his fingers through Elliot’s locks, trying in vain to tame it. “Tell me what happened.”

When Elliot had recounted the afternoon’s events, Mick grabbed his hands and drew him closer, and he followed willingly. He ended up straddling Mick’s lap, arms around his neck, and his forehead leaning on his lover’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” Mick mumbled and rubbed his stubble against Elliot’s temple.

“I shouldn’t have taken the money,” Elliot grunted. “I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. You had no other choice.”

“There’s always another choice.”

“What else could you have done?”

“I could have told them to go fuck themselves,” he gritted out. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “Or I could quit.”

It was several minutes before Mick asked, “And do what?”

Elliot held his breath for a moment before whispering, “I could go back home.” Mick stiffened. “I hate it here.”

“I know.” The thickness of Mick’s voice hit Elliot like a freight train, but he didn’t take back his words. He couldn’t.

“I have to go home. At least for a while. I need silence.” He caught his lower lip between his teeth to stop it from quivering. “This was the last drop, you know?”

Mick nodded and tightened his arms around Elliot until they felt like bands of steel surrounding him. “What about us?”

“I don’t know.” He hesitated. “You could come,” he whispered, knowing what the answer would be.

He heard Mick inhale a shuddering breath, and a drop of wetness landed on Elliot’s cheek. “I wish I could.” Mick voice trembled.

“I can’t stay. Even for you, honey.” Elliot was crying now too, big hot tears wetting Mick’s expensive wool suit jacket.

“I know.”

When their tears finally dried, they spent the rest of the night making desperate love, saying nothing, letting their bodies do all the talking.

Two days later Elliot was back home, enjoying the peace and quiet in a freezing cabin in the mountains. Trying to stifle the disillusionment he felt with the world and himself, while hoping he would have time to get over it before it was time to go back to work.

 
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Today’s stops on the Review Tour:

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Monday update

Hi everyone. I know I’ve been a little silent lately, but I’ve been feeling really off. I’ve hardly written anything for two weeks, I’ve felt like all the words have run out.

I think I need to watch less news. It upsets me and screws with my creativity. But on the other hand, it’s difficult stop watching, considering the current climate. I don’t know what to do. Any suggestions?

However: I feel a little better today. It might have something to do with the fact that I wrote 2K words yesterday.

I also wrote some lyrics. One of my MCs (in WIP#2 I’m currently working on) is a songwriter and he’s written a very special song for someone very special.

Do you know how freaking difficult it is to write lyrics? Luckily the MC isn’t a big star or anything, so the lyrics don’t need to be Billboard material. But it took me four hours or something for 171 words. Adding to that was equally many hours the other day when I came up with the structure and the concept.

So eight hours in total for 171 words. Not even 21,5 words/hour. Songwriting is hard. And I’ll probably rewrite it, but it’s a start.

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Writing lyrics requires pen and paper.

Other than that I’m done with the editing for the Christmas story. I’ve had it out for three rounds of beta-reading, had an intense discussion about loose ends, and edited, edited, edited. But I’m happy with the result now, and all I have left to do is write a blurb and a summary and then it’s ready for submission.

So maybe not so lazy after all?

Have a great week.

Oh, I almost forgot. Five more days until Find His Way Home!! I’m excited!

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Preorder links for Find His Way Home:
JMS Books | Amazon US | Amazon UK | iBooks | Google Play | B&N