Time to meet Taylor

Hey Guys,

Thanks to the help of my dear friends, all the awesome fellow writers and bloggers I met so far, my Facebook page has reached 100 likes.


I may or may not have happy danced around the room and scared the living hell out of the Cat. And the hubby may or may not have looked at me like I’d gone bonkers. However, I’m happy and not only because of that perfectly round number, but also because it’s time to share a bit of the man I’ve been writing for the past 8 months.

Woo-hoo!! Here he comes…


Mid-sentence in her text to Zack, a string of profanities that would have made her late, shameless Nana blush, found their way to her ears.

Curious to know who the foul mouth was, Emily lifted her eyes from her iPhone screen and saw a tall man in expensive looking jeans, a black t-shirt that clung to his chest just enough to show his defined chest and bulging biceps, and worn out boots, standing next to her. His handsome face twisted with an indignant, disgusted look directed at the cup in his hand. The scene made her giggle.

The sound called his attention. He turned to her, glaring through an annoyed and disgusted frown, which only served to heighten the amusement she was trying hard to control. “I take you’re not a student.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just a caffeine addicted brother that was served the worst coffee of his damn life. In fact, calling this awful cup of brewed crap a cup of coffee is insulting.” He emphasized his statement by dumping the full cup into the trash bin next to him. Emily had to bite her lip in order to control a new wave of laughter bubbling inside of her as he continued his rant, “When I went to college, we had better coffee than that.”

Taking in the sight of her happily gulping at her cup, he stopped and looked her straight in the eyes. His expression softened, a light smirk and an amused expression replacing his previous frown. “You don’t look like a student either, so please enlighten me. Why are you torturing yourself with such an enormous cup of this disgusting crap?”

Emily smiled and shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of the offensive beverage in question. “I was woken up before the sun this morning and I just spent the past two hours in a library room with a bunch of students. Walking in these heels to the nearest Starbucks would have been more torturous than this coffee.”

“Wow, you’re worse than me,” he replied with a wide, perfect smile and an arched brow. “I’m Taylor, by the way.”


I hope with all my heart you like him as much I do. =)





Hey guys,

Putting words on paper was never a hard thing for me, once the idea presented itself, words seemed to flow out of me. However, having that idea was a whole other thing. A few weeks ago when I decided to start this blog I was so excited, I spent days thinking of all the fun things I would write, but when it came down to actually start posting…. Crickets!

Yeah, I wrote an entire book, but blog posts froze my brain. Hahahaha… In that moment of complete horror at my own lack of imagination, I came across the image bellow and fitting enough, inspiration hit me. I should blog about what inspired me to write Exception.

936257_473818079358540_892708339_nThe whole journey started with a song…

About 8 months ago, I was driving home from the grocery store, and like I always do when I’m alone, I had some really loud music playing inside the car. The band of choice that day was Nickelback. I’ve always been a huge fan, and since I had just bought their latest album, Here and Now, I was listening to it quite obsessively.

The last song of the album is called “Don’t Ever Let It End”, and is basically about this guy and this girl who are best friends and secretly fall in love. Despite being a rock song, it’s incredibly romantic and in an instant the story started playing like a movie inside my head. I could see the characters, the scenes and even a few of the dialogs, and don’t tell my hubby, but I have no idea how I arrived home, because my mind was definitely not on the road. Hahah…

Arriving home that day I turned my computer on and started typing the scene I daydreamed in the car. Before dinner time I had about five thousand words typed. Wow, right?

In the following weeks, music continued to inspire me. Though I continued to listen to that song over and over, I started adding songs to a playlist that now has over 190 songs in it. Every time I listened to any of those songs, a new scene would pop inside my head and I would type it into my file. It was incredibly fun, but soon I realized that even though I had a lot of really great, romantic, swoon worthy scenes, I didn’t have a plotline, and without a plotline, there’s ultimately no book. So I moved on from just the playlist and started thinking around my original idea and looking for inspiration in other places. And that’s when the fun really started.

My everyday life became an endless source of inspiration and I found myself patchworking a story out of things that are personal and valuable to me and mixing them up with simple things that were happening around me, like the yummy pumpkin cheesecake I had at my sister’s, the bouquet of flowers my husband gave me for our anniversary, a TV show I became obsessed with, the new haircut I got, a funny conversation I had with a friend, and even a blog I started to follow. Inside my head everything turned into either a scene or a character and because of that everything was exciting and new and tremendously inspiring.

Drawing inspiration from my own life, the joys and sorrow that I collected over the years and the tiny everyday stuff that sometimes we take for granted, I was able to create a work that was real and deep the way I wanted it to be. And finally I understood Hemingway’s words:

“There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”

Whatever you do today, wherever you go and whoever you talk to, I hope you find inspiration. =)



Exception’s First Teaser

Hey Guys,

I love when I get to accomplish a lot of things in one day, and yesterday was one of those days. Yay!! I read and commented on two of my critique partner’s chapters, read a bunch of a book I’m reading as Beta, edited chapter 13, wrote a blurb for Exception, helped a friend with her blurb and decided on my first teaser. Wow… By the end of the day I was so tired, I couldn’t really remember what day it was, but it was totally worth it! =D

I shared the teaser on Facebook, but I think it’s only fitting to have it here as well. This was Exception’s original prologue. I wrote it before I started writing the book, by the time I finished writing it I had another idea that tied the whole book a little bit better, so I wrote another one. Even though I replaced this as the prologue, I absolutely love it. So, I thought I share it with you as a teaser for a little insight into our girl, Emily.

Hope you all enjoy it! =)




After countless hours of driving a U-Haul truck and holding back her emotions, the combination of weak coffee, a greasy grilled cheese sandwich and boxed cheesecake, was like a meal of the gods to Emily. Wanting to get away from the eyes of too many truckers, she cleaned her plate in record time and asked for the bill. Fishing for her wallet in her overstuffed purse, she found a red envelope with her name written in black ink in a hand script that was as familiar to her as her own. Tears tickled her eyes as she opened it and removed the handwritten letter stored inside.


Dear Emmy,

As I’m writing this letter to you, you’re in your bedroom packing up your things to move across the country and farther away from me than we’ve ever been in the past 26 years. I would be lying if I said I’m not sad by your leaving, I am… I’m so sad Sissy. But, I know that it’s the best for you.

Watching you suffer for the past year has been hell, you didn’t deserve going through all of that. Growing up, I’ve always tried my best to shield you from all the shit we went through and even though it didn’t always work, I know I’ve tried. But this time, I didn’t see it coming and therefore I did nothing. Even with you saying that it wasn’t my fault, I’ll never be able to forgive myself for that. I’m the big sister and should have kept you from harm.

I’m so sorry that you’re hurting and I do hope that Connecticut brings you the peace and the fresh start that California brought me. I hope that in your new city, where you have no bad memories and no sadness involved, you find happiness and love. But for that I must ask you, my beloved Sissy, that you work on your fears and allow the right people to be a part of your life.

As hard it must be for you to believe it, there are good people in this world, people who will add to your life and not take from you, people that will laugh and cry with you instead of laugh at you and make you cry for them, some of them will even share your pain and will never hurt you intentionally. And one day you may even find people who will complete you and make your shitty past worthwhile, like Chuck did to me.

Please believe that and open up!

I’m not telling you to be careless and allow just anyone in, after all that would be extremely stupid giving our track record. But I believe – even if you don’t – that you will find your way through this life if you listen to your gut. So go with it.

You’ve already made your peace with becoming a hermit, so you’ve got nothing to lose by making things difficult for those who try to be around you. Stand your ground, keep your wits, principles and values, show people that your standards are as high as your heels and you won’t take crap, even if it means you’ll be alone.

Now to those that want to be around you even after all that, LET THEM!! You are so amazing and you deserve so much love – note that I’m not saying romance, I’m saying love. Make friends, love them and allow them to know you and love you like I do.

I love you so much and miss you already.

With all my love…