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Loved Jezebel?

Hi there,

Writing from rainy Maine today.
So, I have a group on Facebook… you should probably join it. I share lots in there and interact. I give things away too! Come have fun with us! ​

Another little tid bit…

The Tutor releases June 5th. There are preorder links
B&N ➜
iBooks ➜
Kobo ➜

Here is the feedback I am getting so far regarding The Tutor… makes me think that perhaps you Jezebel fans will really dig this one too!

“You know when you’re nervous/panicked and your mouth fills with saliva and yet your stomach drops and you feel like you can’t swallow?! THAT’S how I felt reading The Tutor. Like omg. So. Freaking. Incredible.”

“A fascinating portrait into the minds of the captor and captive.”- Leylah Attar

“Holy. Effing. Tits. It knocked my socks off. The Tutor was the craziest and the biggest mind-fuck I’ve read in a long while. Wow. An amazing, captivating, enrapturing story.”

“The Tutor weaves a romantic tale that will tip you upside down, and smack the love right out of you.”

“Every last word grips you. Mind blowing.”

“Love, Lies, Corruption, Sex, Longing, Lust, Secrets. It’s all in there”

Are you signed up for my newsletter? I have something cool coming up. Something you might want to know about. Something that involves a giveaway… so if you’d like to get in on that – join the list here➔

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I used to ride a horse to school…

No. You did not read that wrong.

In middle school, a few friends and I rode horses to school every morning. We held reigns. We trotted. On our PRETEND horses. As in… there was no actual horse. Sometimes I wonder how I survived middle school at all.

Now in all fairness, one of said friends actually took riding lessons. But me? Nope. I did not. I just pretend trotted. I kept a ‘stable’ of horses, complete with names, in my closet. It was a thing. I mean sure I wasn’t the coolest kid in 6th grade but really, who is at that age?

Why am I telling you this?

We all do weird things. So fly your weird flag and be proud of who you are. I mean, I don’t still ride pretend horses when walking around but… it happened. And surprisingly there is a new movement…where kids are competing in stick horse events.

Don’t believe me? Check it!

A THING! hahahahaha

Ok so moving on… The Tutor is nearing release and it’s cover reveal. The Tutor is weird–just like me. Just like you. It will push boundaries. Make you think hard about love and what it is. What it means. It is gritty and edgy and at times raw.

It’s a little dark. It’s sexy. It’s suspenseful and thrilling.

In honor of its impending release, I am giving away a Signed Copy of The Marriage Pact and an Audible copy of Imposter!


✨Check out what people are saying about them here:




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Biff Slapped

/\/\   that is not a typo. We adopted a new pup in January to give Doodles a friend. He was a stray street dog in Peurto Rico at six months old. Imagine his surprise being relocated to Maine!

Here is how that’s going.

Doodles is 6. He’s a beagle/basset mix (so awkward as fuck looking) and he is the best dog a girl could want. Until Biff. Yes, we named our new dog after Biff from Back to the Future. 🙂

Doodles is now suffering from a severe case of only child syndrome. Doodles is smart. Doodles is loyal. Doodles is chill. Doodles has been an only dog for too long apparently.

Point 1.

I give both Biff and Doodles rawhide bones to chew on. Doodles gently removes his from my hand like always and goes to lay down. Biff does the same. Doodles does not eat his bone. He watches Biff chew his. He quietly gets up and slowly, casually even, approaches Biff and gently removes Biff’s bone from his mouth. He then carries it back to his spot and drops it on the floor next to his bone. He lays down and ignores BOTH bones knowing they are securely out of reach from Biff.

Point 2.

Doodles will no longer eat from his bowl in the kitchen if Biff is in there eating. He doesn’t want to see Biff when he eats. He apparently has a no eye contact rule.

Point 3.

All Biff wants to do is whatever his older brother Doodles is doing and to play. If Doodles is on the couch sleeping, Biff must join him. He jumps up on the couch and snuggles right into Doodles awkward body to sleep. Doodles promptly jumps off the couch and into a chair where Biff can’t fit.

Point 4.

Instead of letting Biff know that he is doing something wrong. AKA chewing Daddy’s slipper. Doodles refuses to acknowledge Biff at all while in the act. I caught Doodles staring at the refrigerator unmoving while Biff destroys (insert any object really) right in front of his face. Doodles face says… No. I will not be a part of this. This is how one gets yelled at. By pretending you don’t exist, I will not get in trouble.

In short, my most loveable dog Doodles, is being a dick!

They play occasionally and there is no aggression between them. I don’t want PETA up my butt over this post. It is most closely relatable to an older sibling who is grievously irritated that their younger sibling exists. It is also worth mentioning that Doodles has like…no legs… so when they play Biff rears up and uses his front legs to bitch slap Doodles face. Hence, in our house, it’s now called being Biff slapped.


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Nice Butt

What’s shakin’?

I’ll tell you what’s shakin’ with this bacon…. The Marriage Pact is LIVE!
Here are links… and please consider leaving a review!





This is Mara and my 3rd book co-authored together. It’s a great story based on a viral Reddit post. I really hope you consider picking it up and giving it a shot.

In the meantime- in true K form- I panicked at the grocery store. About Easter. I thought it was THIS Sunday. I half-assed it and bought the kids stuff for baskets I don’t have. I was like…well no biggie- I will just use bowls in the house. So I grab two bunnies, a bag of jelly beans and a bag of mini eggs and yellow grass.

(They are 12 and soon-to-be 11)  They must be at the end stage of believing right? They’re just in it for the candy right? It’s not about the candy anyways RIGHT?!

Anyhow, I bring all the stuff home. I dig around for good bowls to put their sugar in and then look at the calendar. *facepalm*

Who else panicked for a moment there? Did I scare you? Were you like oh-shit-easter-is-this-sunday? No? Just me.

Do you have any idea what it is like to NOT eat Mini eggs that will be hanging around in your house for NINE DAYS? If those kids are lucky there will still be candy left for them to eat come the 16th because I have serious willpower issues when it comes to Mini eggs. Come on, they only come out once a year!

What is your guilty pleasure surrounding Easter?

Moving on…

On a side note, there is a video making the rounds…about a butt. Or not about the butt but includes the butt? Have you seen it? No? Well, let me enlighten you.

You can watch it HERE


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The Marriage Pact

We’re live folks.

Eeeeep!! Have you picked up your copy yet?

This one is based on a viral Reddit post. We read that post and took the story and ran with it. Mara and I sincerely hope you fall in love with this one.