Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
19 Days and Counting!
I know, I skipped a day! But I have a feeling it could get annoying if I gave you a teaser every day. Right? ;)
“Okay, fine. But that means one of us will have to be sober enough to drive home.”
Laughing at the absurd fun of that statement, I comforted, “Don’t you worry about that, Mom. I’ll be your DD tonight. You can get as sloshed as you want.”
Laughing at the absurd fun of that statement, I comforted, “Don’t you worry about that, Mom. I’ll be your DD tonight. You can get as sloshed as you want.”
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
The Countdown to Release Day! 22 Days and Counting!
Officially 22 days out from Release Day! How about a countdown teaser?!
"My palms were sweaty despite the aridity, and my heart beat at an accelerated pace. What if she had been kidnapped? Or momnapped. Fucking napped!"
"My palms were sweaty despite the aridity, and my heart beat at an accelerated pace. What if she had been kidnapped? Or momnapped. Fucking napped!"
Sarah Goodman Author's 1000 Facebook Like Giveaway!
Hey guys! I'm part of a HUGE giveaway that Sarah Goodman (Author of Life's Perfect Plan) is having for reaching her 1000 like milestone on Facebook!
Enter! Win huge! <3
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Sunday, October 20, 2013
November 12, 2013!
So I finally settled on a date for the A is for Alpha Male release!
November 12, 2013!!
Now, this will probably end up being like the grocery store, where I ALWAYS choose the absolute slowest line. Except this is a book release, so it will probably end up being the busiest day for releases. But oh well.
I hope everyone really enjoys it! Can't wait to give it to you!
November 12, 2013!!
Now, this will probably end up being like the grocery store, where I ALWAYS choose the absolute slowest line. Except this is a book release, so it will probably end up being the busiest day for releases. But oh well.
I hope everyone really enjoys it! Can't wait to give it to you!
Friday, October 18, 2013
A is for Alpha Male Cover Reveal!!
So today is cover reveal day for A is for Alpha Male! I'm so excited that I can move forward with this book, and I can't wait to give it to you....November 2013!!!
"Hey Laurel," you say, "Why so vague with the date, lady?"
Well, the answer is pretty simple. November is chock FULL of some MAJOR releases by a ton of awesome authors. So I'm still trying to pick a date that avoids the minefield of releasing on the same day as them.
"Why, Laurel?"
Well, because I'm pretty sure if I release on the same day as them, nobody will buy my book. LOL So, as soon as I know the exact date, I'll shout it from the rooftops.
Now, a little about the book. It's SUPER special to me. It's not based on a true story or anything, but it is a fairly close depiction of one of my relationships...the one with my mom!
Anyway, I hope you love it, I hope it makes you pee your pants laughing, and I hope you feel like it was time really well spent when you're done.
Here's the blurb:
I’m Haley Whitfield, and I recently had the ingenious idea to enlist my mother, Allison, as my kick*ss sidekick and set out on a road trip.
This road trip wasn’t to be just any road trip, but a very special one indeed. An adventure with an acutely specific purpose-- to find our other halves. The peanut butter to our jelly. The i to our Phone. The stripper to our pole.
If our romantic desires were a personal ad, they would read something like this.
** Two sassy women (Ages twenty-seven and forty-nine respectively--Ouch. Okay, ages twenty-seven and thirty--with nineteen years experience-- respectively) seeking Alpha Males to love us with zeal and kiss us with skill. Gorgeous face and sexy, tattooed, hard body a must. If you aren’t a dangerous bad*ss with the x-rated skills and virility to match, don’t bother. Must be willing to protect us from danger, value our quirkiness, and keep your mouth shut when said quirkiness is what leads to said danger. Momma’s boys named Dan Smith need not apply.**
I know. It’s a bit wordy. In fact, it would probably cost a fortune. Luckily, we’re not ready for the personal ad. We’re not that desperate...yet.
This is my story.
And finally....
Here's the cover!
xoxo-Laurel :)
"Hey Laurel," you say, "Why so vague with the date, lady?"
Well, the answer is pretty simple. November is chock FULL of some MAJOR releases by a ton of awesome authors. So I'm still trying to pick a date that avoids the minefield of releasing on the same day as them.
"Why, Laurel?"
Well, because I'm pretty sure if I release on the same day as them, nobody will buy my book. LOL So, as soon as I know the exact date, I'll shout it from the rooftops.
Now, a little about the book. It's SUPER special to me. It's not based on a true story or anything, but it is a fairly close depiction of one of my relationships...the one with my mom!
Anyway, I hope you love it, I hope it makes you pee your pants laughing, and I hope you feel like it was time really well spent when you're done.
Here's the blurb:
I’m Haley Whitfield, and I recently had the ingenious idea to enlist my mother, Allison, as my kick*ss sidekick and set out on a road trip.
This road trip wasn’t to be just any road trip, but a very special one indeed. An adventure with an acutely specific purpose-- to find our other halves. The peanut butter to our jelly. The i to our Phone. The stripper to our pole.
If our romantic desires were a personal ad, they would read something like this.
** Two sassy women (Ages twenty-seven and forty-nine respectively--Ouch. Okay, ages twenty-seven and thirty--with nineteen years experience-- respectively) seeking Alpha Males to love us with zeal and kiss us with skill. Gorgeous face and sexy, tattooed, hard body a must. If you aren’t a dangerous bad*ss with the x-rated skills and virility to match, don’t bother. Must be willing to protect us from danger, value our quirkiness, and keep your mouth shut when said quirkiness is what leads to said danger. Momma’s boys named Dan Smith need not apply.**
I know. It’s a bit wordy. In fact, it would probably cost a fortune. Luckily, we’re not ready for the personal ad. We’re not that desperate...yet.
This is my story.
And finally....
Here's the cover!
xoxo-Laurel :)
Friday, October 11, 2013
The Great Pumpkin Escape Giveaway!
Did you know I'm involved in a SUPER HUGE giveaway with some AWESOME participating authors? Enter to win!!!
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Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Teaser Tuesday!!
How about the Prologue for A is for Alpha Male?
(Subject to Revision)
Prologue
“Don’t be such a butthead, Hunt!” I screamed as he ran away from my pint-sized fists of fury.
Pulling my long reddish-brown hair down from my ponytail and slipping my hair tie onto my wrist, I sighed a huff of disgruntlement and toed the sandy dirt with my Keds tennis shoe. I wanted to ride a four-wheeler. But now that I wasn’t, there was no need to have my hair up anymore.
Muttering to myself, I grumbled, “He never lets me do anything. Stupid, stupidhead.”
Boy-like fingers tugged on a strand of my hair from behind me, forcing me to turn around.
“He’s just protecting you,” the boy-next-door told me.
That was probably true. Hunter was protective. He was always protective. Ugh.
But I wanted to do the same things my brother and his stupid friends did. I was just as tough. It shouldn’t matter that I was a girl.
“Oh yeah? What do you know anyway, Jerkface?” I griped.
Ryan Parker just smiled, shook his eight year old head, and mumbled with unconcealed wonder, “Where does a six year old little girl learn so many insults?”
I chose not to dignify him with a real answer, stuck my tongue out, and then skulked away, back to the house to see what havoc I could wreak on my sweet mother.
“Boys are so dumb,” I announced on a shout as soon as I entered the house.
I could hear my mom’s light laughter as she made herself visible by stepping out of the laundry room, the towel she was folding still in her hands.
“One day, sweetheart, I guarantee that you will confirm that thought to be true. But, believe me, you won’t care.” She paused, her pupils lifted diagonally in their oval shaped habitats as if recalling a memory, and then shared again, “No. Dumb or not, you’re still going to want one.” As I approached her she crouched down so that she was on my level, lifted a soft palm to my face, and spoke with muted exuberance. “One that makes your heart race with anticipation, your skin tingle with awareness, and your veins sing with excitement. One that accepts you for who you are and brings out the best in you.”
The fingers of her slim hand tensed, and then she told me the most important quality of all. “One that shows you the kind of love you never dreamed existed.”
<3
(Subject to Revision)
Prologue
“Don’t be such a butthead, Hunt!” I screamed as he ran away from my pint-sized fists of fury.
Pulling my long reddish-brown hair down from my ponytail and slipping my hair tie onto my wrist, I sighed a huff of disgruntlement and toed the sandy dirt with my Keds tennis shoe. I wanted to ride a four-wheeler. But now that I wasn’t, there was no need to have my hair up anymore.
Muttering to myself, I grumbled, “He never lets me do anything. Stupid, stupidhead.”
Boy-like fingers tugged on a strand of my hair from behind me, forcing me to turn around.
“He’s just protecting you,” the boy-next-door told me.
That was probably true. Hunter was protective. He was always protective. Ugh.
But I wanted to do the same things my brother and his stupid friends did. I was just as tough. It shouldn’t matter that I was a girl.
“Oh yeah? What do you know anyway, Jerkface?” I griped.
Ryan Parker just smiled, shook his eight year old head, and mumbled with unconcealed wonder, “Where does a six year old little girl learn so many insults?”
I chose not to dignify him with a real answer, stuck my tongue out, and then skulked away, back to the house to see what havoc I could wreak on my sweet mother.
“Boys are so dumb,” I announced on a shout as soon as I entered the house.
I could hear my mom’s light laughter as she made herself visible by stepping out of the laundry room, the towel she was folding still in her hands.
“One day, sweetheart, I guarantee that you will confirm that thought to be true. But, believe me, you won’t care.” She paused, her pupils lifted diagonally in their oval shaped habitats as if recalling a memory, and then shared again, “No. Dumb or not, you’re still going to want one.” As I approached her she crouched down so that she was on my level, lifted a soft palm to my face, and spoke with muted exuberance. “One that makes your heart race with anticipation, your skin tingle with awareness, and your veins sing with excitement. One that accepts you for who you are and brings out the best in you.”
The fingers of her slim hand tensed, and then she told me the most important quality of all. “One that shows you the kind of love you never dreamed existed.”
<3
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