An exciting announcement!

If you don’t follow me on Twitter, you missed an exciting announcement yesterday. (Seriously, why aren’t you following me on Twitter? Why, why? Don’t you love me? 😁)

Anyway. A week or so ago, I woke up to a very interesting email from an author I  admire a lot, with the subject line Want to write a book with me? I was exhilarated before I even opened it and read the message, and that feeling hasn’t left me since.

You want to know who sent the email?

Kris T. Bethke – that’s who!

If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you know I’ve gushed over her writing several times and proclaimed myself a Kris-fan girl, so just being asked felt awesome. But what’s even better is that we started talking and hit it off like a house on fire. In this past week I feel like I haven’t just gotten myself a writing partner, but also a new friend.

So if you think I said yes, you’re absolutely right. We’ve already planned out several characters and  plotted the first book. Yes, I said first book, because it will be a series.

Since we’re still in the early stages, I won’t tell you anything else right now except… today Kris sent me the first chapter. After I’d read it, I felt like this, but with heart eyes 😁


Stay tuned for more information. You don’t want to miss this!! 🙂


More book sale!!

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It’s Read an ebook week over at Smashwords, and that means you can by the five books in the image above at 50% off until March 10th. Use the code RAE50 at checkout to receive the discount.

This is the link to my author page at Smashwords. Why not start the new week with some book shopping?? I know I will 🙂

Release blitz and #giveaway: Take Your Medicine by Hannah Carmack

Title:  Take Your Medicine
Author: Hannah Carmack
Publisher:  NineStar Press
Release Date: March 5, 2018
Heat Level: 1 – No Sex
Pairing: Female/Female
Length: 24400
Genre: Contemporary Fantasy, LGBT, YA, chronic illness, coming out, lesbian

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Alice “Al” Liddell is from Echola, Alabama. She leads the life of a normal teen until the day she’s diagnosed with vasovagal syncope – a fainting disorder which causes her to lose consciousness whenever she feels emotions too strongly.

Her mother, the “Queen of Hearts,” is the best cardiothoracic surgeon this side of the Mason-Dixon Line and a bit of a local hero. Yet, even with all her skill she is unable to cure her daughter of her ailment, leading Al into the world of backwater witchcraft.

Along the way she meets a wacky cast of characters and learns to accept her new normal.

Take Your Medicine is a southern gothic retelling of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland.


Take Your Medicine
Hannah Carmack © 2018
All Rights Reserved

Golden Afternoons
I got sick the summer of 2010. At first, it was slow. A little fatigue here, a little light-headedness there, but by the time the scorching heat of July settled in over the little town of Echola, Alabama, I was having one or two fainting spells a day. My mother, bless her heart, was always trying to cure what ailed me, though it never quite worked. She was the best cardiothoracic surgeon this side of the Mason-Dixon Line. She was known for the occasional sarcastic quip, wearing braids down to her belly, and a nearly unscathed OR record. They called her the Queen of Hearts.

But, no matter how sick I got, my mother always expected me outside right at seven o’clock, ready to tend the garden. The day I met the witches was no different. We were up and outside a good five minutes early, trying to beat the already record-breaking heat. Barely past six a.m. and we were already pushing ninety. I joined her in the rose bushes, pruning and picking as we talked about our plans for the day.

“And I want you to go over The Odyssey one more time. I don’t feel you got the Cyclops as well as you should have.” Ma was sweating more than a tall glass of tea as she worked those beds.

“I think I got it just fine,” I answered her. “I just didn’t like it.” I worked my dark hands deep into the soil and pulled out an overgrown dandelion. It seemed like no matter how many I plucked, five would grow back in its place by the next morning.

Ma turned to me, her brow finely arched and her lips spread in a smirk. “Give it another read. You’ll appreciate it more the second time ‘round.”

“Why don’t I just read Midsummer again?” I asked, sheepishly avoiding her gaze as I busied myself in the roses. “I mean, it is midsummer.”

“Because you’ve already read that one five times.”

“So?” I kept my expression genial, not wanting to risk my mother thinking I was taking a tone with her.

“It’s important you expand your library.”

“That’s it?” I raised my gloved hands to the sky and pretended to plead with a higher power in hopes of a better reading assignment.

“Well then, fine.” She let out a low hmph and brushed the dirt from her hands. “Let’s just say it’s because I told you to, Al.”

“You’ve always said that’s a lazy reason to give.”

My mother rolled her eyes to the clouds in the sky. “Lord help me.” She huffed. “Fine, don’t read it. When your teachers give you trouble, don’t you come cryin’ to me, ’cause I did all I could to help you.”

Anything sounded better than suffering through Homer again. “Just twenty pages or so then?”

“Twenty.” My mother tsk’d. “Arright, arright. Twenty it is, but don’t go runnin’ off today. We’ve got a lot of work to do when I get home. Your auntie is droppin’ in this weekend and I want the place sparklin’, foyer to the chimney. Collect some of the collard greens from the vegetable patch today, would ya? I’m thinkin’ we’ll make a casserole.”

I assured her I understood and then turned back to uprooting an especially stubborn creeping vine. She’d just brought over a big old tin water can when a little compact car drove up on our gravel drive.

“Guess that’s me.” My mother turned her attention to Jackson. He was a tall man who always looked just a little too big for his ride. He usually struggled to get out of the car in time to get Ma’s door for her. “I’ll be home ‘round supper.”

I wiped my palms on my pants before wrapping her into a hug. The smell of her morning coffee still clung to her blouse.

“And don’t forget to water out back,” she called to me as they were pulling off. “Those river birches need it!”

The car backed out of the driveway, and I waved to them as they left. As soon as she was gone, I tightened my headwrap and turned to my watering duties. I tended to each bush with care and pulled a few stray weeds along the way. Kudzu was coming closer and closer to our little haven, and even if gardening was more Ma’s hobby than mine, I didn’t want to risk losing all our hard work to that tangled-vine devil. After finishing the roses, I went back inside to cool off in front of the fan. I sat there for a little while and let the breeze hit my face.

I still had the back bushes to do, but I decided to treat myself to a couple of speckled eggs and toast before hiking it all the way back to the orchard. If Ma had been there to ask, I’d say I wanted a break from the sun so I wouldn’t burn to a crisp before noon. But on the inside, I knew I was only eating because I wanted to have a full stomach and energy to burn. There was something I loved about that thick brush. The hum of cicadas and june bugs, the lush green forestry, and the shade from the hundred-year-old oaks. I’d go to water the trees, but I’d stay for a chance to roam the land. Times where I could just wander were few and far between since I’d gotten sick. The chance of being out in the woods and having a bad fainting spell was too risky. You could end up seizing if you didn’t fall just right. Luckily, the orchard wasn’t too far, but getting there was always a trip that you had to respect. It was dangerous terrain. Since the spells started, Ma hadn’t wanted me going that far out, but this was day four in a streak of no fainting attacks. She must have had some kind of hope, or she would have told me to wait for her to come home so we could go water them together.

The last trip I took to the river birch, I snuck out our camera to take pictures of the flora and fauna. Between the most beautiful flowers you could find the deadliest of things. Last week, it was a rattler perched in a patch of lilies.

Before leaving, I skimmed through The Odyssey. I know Ma said I didn’t have to keep reading it, but her words got me wondering. Of course, she’d been right. I did appreciate the cyclopes more this time. Ma was always right. It drove me a little crazy but made for some sound advice.

After finishing my reading for the day, I descended, a bulk of water canteens slung around my arms. Eight jugs for the trees. One for me. The path to the orchard was long, twisty, and confusing if you didn’t know the property. But, we’d been living there our whole lives. Same as my mama’s ma, and her ma before her. For me, it was nothing. This was the air I grew up breathing. The trees I grew up climbing. The tilted rocks that I scraped my knees on and the river I’d caught my first crawdaddy in. So for me, this Southern jungle was nothing.


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Meet the Author

Hannah Carmack is a writer and spends most of her time connecting reluctant readers and bookworms alike to the world of literature and science. Although living with an auto-immune disease is difficult, she finds power in using her writing as a way to convey the world that people with disabilities live in to people who may not fully comprehend it.

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Make the Yuletide Gay – update

When we (me, Addison Albright, Amy Tasukada, Nicky Spencer, and Stephen Hoppa) released our holiday anthology Make the Yuletide Gay back in November 2017, our intention was that it was going to be a freebie. Unfortunately, Amazon didn’t get the message and sold it for 0.99 for several weeks. All of us and some of our friends tried reporting a lower price, and we emailed several times to try them to get them to make it free.

While we waited for Amazon to get with the program, several people bought the anthology and paid for it, even though it was available for free at all the other retailers. And while we were very happy that our readers wanted to read our stories, we felt bad for the money. It was supposed to be free and we didn’t feel like we could keep it.

So, we talked about it and decided that all the earnings from Make the Yuletide Gay would be donated to a charity, and we were all in agreement that we wanted it to be The Trevor Project.

Make the Yuletide Gay has been free on Amazon for quite some time now and this month we got the final payments, making it a total of $56.62. We wanted to show you that we donated the money as promised. So, if you paid for our freebie, you can at least take comfort in the fact that your money went to a worthy cause. Thank you ❤️



Happy anniversary to me and 40% sale!

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One year ago today, my first book was published. Wohoooo, happy anniversary to me and Luca and Gus in Unconditionally. Can you believe it? I’ve been a published author for one whole year, and during this time, I’ve released seven books!! Isn’t that amazing?

That deserves to be celebrated, don’t you think? 🙂



Today, Sunday March 4th only, there’s 40% off all my ebooks published by JMS Books. Even the brand new one released yesterday! This link will take you to my author page at JMS Books where you can stock up on any of the books below if sweet romances are your thing!! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: “book sale” is the most beautiful word combination in the world! 🙂

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Release day!!


Happy release day to me! Today, Promise Me We’ll Be Okay is released and I’m of course super happy!! I hope you will love Jude and Vee as much as I do. If you’re a fan of sweet, emotional, non-angsty, second-chance romances this is definitely the book for you.


What do you do when your past comes knocking?

Six hundred and ninety-five days. That’s how long it’s been since Jude’s fiancé broke off their engagement. With the help of his brother, Jude glued the broken pieces of his heart back together, but when his ex shows up on his doorstep late one evening, Jude fears it will fall apart again.

Two years ago, Vincent made a terrible mistake. He left the love of his life for stupid, ill-advised reasons. It took a traumatic event to bring what was truly important in his life into focus. Older and wiser, he’s now ready to do whatever it takes to win Jude back.

Their chemistry is as explosive as ever, but will they be able to work through the real issues? Can trust once broken be rebuilt?

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I was still wide awake when someone knocked on my door half an hour later, and I knew who it was before I even got out of bed. Who else could it be at four in the morning but Vee?

I didn’t bother to turn on the lights or get dressed, and I opened the door in my boxers. My heart lurched at the sight of him. He still hadn’t shaved and he had black rings under his eyes. His usual confidence was nowhere to be seen. Usually, his presence took over the entire room, but today he looked as if he was trying to make himself smaller.

Without a word, I stepped aside and let him in. I grabbed his hand and led him to the den. “We’ll talk in the morning. You can sleep on the couch,” I said. “I’ll get some sheets.” I got some fresh linen from the closet and grabbed an extra blanket — he was always cold when he slept — and made up the sofa for him. He didn’t move from the spot where I’d let go of his hand, and he didn’t take his eyes off me.

“You gonna sleep in your clothes?” I asked.

He shook his head and peeled off his lavender V-neck sweater — probably cashmere — and flipped open the jeans’ button while I fluffed his pillows and spread out the cozy blanket. When he pulled down his pants, I had to avert my eyes. To stop myself from staring, I jogged to the kitchen and brought back a bottle of water for him.

He was tense when I returned as if he’d thought I’d gone to bed without saying goodnight. I didn’t like seeing him uncertain. He was a guy who was assured of himself. Never doubted himself or his intelligence. But he was never arrogant. No, he hid a kind and generous man behind his cocky smile. It was one of the things that had attracted me to him in the first place; all the different layers of his personality. The sides of him he only ever showed me.

 “Go to bed,” I murmured and lifted the blanket in invitation. After a brief hesitation, he lay down and curled up on the couch. I tucked him in — pulling the blanket all the way up to his chin — and made sure it covered his naked toes, too.

I resisted leaning down and kissing him on the cheek. I managed to keep myself from ruffling his hair or touching the unfamiliar stubble to see if it was as silky as I imagined. And I didn’t beg him to take off his T-shirt so I could run my fingers through his treasure trail. I simply gave him a smile and said, “Sleep well Lovee.”

 As soon as the old endearment slipped out I wished I could take it back. He, on the other hand, lit up, and for the first time since he’d knocked on my door yesterday, something looking a lot like hope shone from his eyes.

 I whirled around and ran out. Dove under my covers, and buried my face in my pillow, not moving until my lungs screamed for oxygen.

 Gasping for air, I tried to find a comfortable sleeping position. My questions had disappeared and been replaced with the image of him on my couch, all pleading eyes, and heartbreaking vulnerability.

I turned to the other side and fluffed my pillow, but it was too hot from my breathing into it, so I flipped it over. I rolled over on my back and flung my arm over my eyes. Then I tried to lie on my stomach with my arm tucked under the pillow, but it quickly went numb. It got too hot under the cover, so I threw it off and then it got too cold. I shivered and pulled it back up, but kept a leg outside.

After twisting in my bed for what felt like an eternity, I gave up. I sighed, stood, and padded back into the den. Vee looked up at me when I entered, as awake as I was. Tilting my head in the direction of my bedroom I said, “Bring your blanket.”

He scrambled off the couch and followed me. Tucked under my covers at a safe distance from him, I could finally fall asleep. The last thing I remembered before closing my eyes, was his sooty lashes fanned out on pale cheeks, and the snuffling sounds he made as he slept.

Spreading the love

This Friday there won’t be a #SuperShort from me. I’m in a terrible funk with my writing. I wouldn’t say I suffer from writers block…it’s more of an existential crisis. Like What is the meaning of all this anyway? Who will care in a thousand years? Those kinds of uplifting thoughts.

So instead of publishing something on the blog that I’m not happy with, I’m going to point you in the direction of some of my colleagues and writer friends. They are all amazing and deserve love and appreciation. So, I thought I’d give it to them today.

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If you’re in the mood for a #FlashFic, Addison Albright is your person. Every Friday she writes something amazing, and shares on her blog. A lot of the FlashFics are about characters from her books, either scenes from their lives together after their HEA, or from alternative universes. She also asks for prompt words every Friday and she uses them in the next week’s story. I swear, the more difficult words I give her, the more amazing stuff she writes. Try it. Go read some of her stuff and drop her a word or two. She thrives on it 🙂

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While we’re on the subject of flashfics: a couple weeks back, one of my favorite authors Kris T. Bethke started a serial flashfic on her blog about Asher and Kyle. This week will be part three, but I really think you should start from the beginning and work your way from there. I’ve read the previous two parts, and am as eager for part three as my daughter was for Christmas when she was little 🙂

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Did you know that Amy Tasukada has a Youtube-channel? She talks about her writing (of course), reviews books, and shows off her frilly, pretty dresses. If you’re a fan of cats, you should definitely check out her videos; her cat O’Hara makes an appearance in almost all of them.

This is my favorite of her videos so far. She shared a plot idea for her next Yakuza book with me and a couple of our writer friends and she was so happy and proud of it…and was super surprised when we unanimously told her she absolutely couldn’t do what she planned. Check it out here 🙂


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Have you read anything by Sarah Hadley Brook? She’s not just an awesome writer, she’s also an amazing human being. She always has a kind and encouraging word for other writers and cheers everyone on. I think she’s just as happy for a great review of one of my books as I am. In this climate, the world needs more kindness so thank you, Sarah. So if you want to support a great writer and a kind human being, buy her books, follow her on twitter, or check her out on Queeromance Ink. Give her some love back, she deserves it. ❤️

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While we’re on the subject of twitter: go follow Ruby Moone and tweet her that she needs to write more books, faster, because Nell Iris has already read all of her books and now suffers from withdrawals! 🙂

And of course: read her books. Her historical books are awesome and leave me wanting more.

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Finally: go shower some love on my friend Kiska Gray just because she’s awesome. Buy her books because she wants nothing more than to quit her boring job. I don’t know if I want her to quit her job, though, because she works nights…which means she’s awake and chatty during my daytime here on the other side of the planet and I’d miss her terribly if she quit. But maybe it’s selfish of me to think like that? 🙂

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Did I miss someone that you think deserve some love? Let me know, and I’ll shower them in love and affection next time I’m in a writing funk! 🙂 Also, if you have a blog you think I need to follow, let me know. I’m always on the lookout for new fabulous blogs 🙂

Have a great weekend everyone.