Everything She Never Wanted reviews

Everything She Never WantedI’ve shared that Everything She Never Wanted was a tough book to write. It was emotional. It was difficult. It was amazing.

I loved this book. I had a hard time with it, but I loved it. I was thrilled when I read Lynn’s review and saw she felt the same…

This was one of those books that take you through a gauntlet of emotions. I cried many times. I laughed quite a few. I was angry a lot. I liked Cynthia, then I would totally hate her. Then I was sad for Henry, then I thought he needed a good smack in the back of his head. To make you feel all that is a sign of a fantastically written story. Cheers.

This made me so happy. It’s real. It’s true. It’s honest. It’s how life is. You don’t like any one person the same all the time. There are moments you want to slap them, moment you want to cry with them, moments you laugh or cry or yell.

Real is what I’m always shooting for.

Thank you to Lynn, and to everyone who read and love Everything She Never Wanted. It means the world to me that you loved this book!

Happy Labor Day2017

I’m taking a few days off to spend time with my family. The kids start school on Wednesday so we’re enjoying the last little bit of summer! I’ll be back next weekend with more advice and questions!

If you want to check out past questions, go here.

Have a great day!

 

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#FiveOnFriday with Ashley York

Please welcome Ashley York back with us again! She has a brand new book to tell us about! But first… A few things Ashley wishes she could do!

#FiveOnFriday If Only I Could…

1 – If only I could live anywhere, I would split my time between Ireland and Scotland except for family events, then I would want to be wherever they were.

2 – If only I could have anyone I wanted to read my books for audio, I would have Liam Neeson read them.

3 – If only I could change any one past event it would be a toss-up. Either I would have Natasha Richardson not go skiing that day that she hit her head and died, leaving her loving husband and family, or I would have Teddy Ebersol and his dad miss the plane back from the Red Sox game and Susan St. James’ little boy would have lived to grow into an amazing man and she would never have known such a heart wrenching loss.

4 – If only I could spend time talking with anyone who was alive the same time as me, I would spend it with  Stephen King, probably because I’m reading his book On Writing and he seems like a regular person.

5 – If only I could turn back time, I’d relive my wedding day and not been so nervous so I could relax and enjoy it! I was so young and shy and standing in front of all those people, I was a wreck!

Eyes of the SeerEyes of the Seer

In ancient Éire, men and women take to the legends for answers. Different-colored eyes are the mark of a Seer, it is said, and those who can see the future are in league with the devil. They cannot be suffered to live.

He wishes to prove himself…

Marcán of Clonascara bears the bloodline of Brian Boru, the legendary high king, and his prowess as a warrior has earned him great respect. But he was born with different-colored eyes, and there are some who would have him suffer a Seer’s fate. His fiercest adversary is Beibhinn, mother to Diarmuid, his close friend and king, and Astrid, the woman who holds his heart. If Astrid ever showed him any interest, he would fight Beibhinn and any army to wed her.

She is desperate to escape…

Astrid is sick of her mother’s belittling, but her brother is in no hurry to see her married, so she decides to see to her own match-making. The man she approaches quickly reveals his lack of honor, but her overbearing mother pushes her to wed him anyway. When Astrid discovers Marcán’s love for her, she realizes that what she wants has been in front of her all along. True happiness awaits them, but only if they can put a stop to her mother’s plans.

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Ashley’s Bio:

Aside from two years spent in the wilds of the Colorado mountains, Ashley York is a proud life-long New Englander and a hardcore romantic. She has an MA in History which brings with it, through many years of research, a love for primary documents and the smell of musty old libraries. With her author’s imagination, she likes to write about people who could have lived alongside those well-known giants from the past.

Connect with her online at:

Website: http://www.ashleyyorkauthor.com

Email: ashleyyork1066@gmail.com

Twitter: @ashleyyork1066

Everything She Never Wanted, small town life

Everything She Never WantedEveryone has their favorite place to be. Me? I’m definitely a small town kind of girl. Cities make me anxious, but small towns, places where I feel like I could know everyone around, I love that.

It’s a constant battle between Cynthia and Henry over which is better, small town or big city. It seems both have perks!

Excerpt from Everything She Never Wanted

“See,” Henry said with a nudge, “small town life isn’t all bad.”

Cynthia chuckled. “No. It’s definitely not all bad.”

Her eyes locked on his and all humor evaporated between them. Or maybe it burned off. Her money was on the second one. His eyes darkened and dropped to her lips. Her heart skipped, then leaped and raced on without the rest of her. He moved closer the same time she did and they came together in a crash of limbs and tongues and lips.

She was back on the edge of the counter in a second. His tongue in her mouth, his cock hard between her thighs. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in tighter so she could feel every inch of him.

Henry’s tongue swept over hers in a long, slow slide. She needed to feel him, to touch his skin. A tug at the edge of his shirt exposed warm skin to her fingertips. She climbed his body, taking her time as she explored him. He continued to drive her insane with his tongue and his cock, but she was fairly certain there were a few stutters in there that she could take credit for. Like when she ran her nails down his chest. And when she swiped her thumb over his taut nipple. Or when she moaned.

Okay, maybe that last one was more him than her, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting her hands on Henry.

He leaned back and stripped his shirt off, tossing it toward the couch. His lips were back on hers before his shirt hit the floor. His hands cupped her hips and pulled her against him as he thrust into her again. She cried out, his erection hitting her in the perfect spot. She looked at him, eyes dark and full of lust, muscles tense, light brown hair accenting his body and making her want him even more.

One hand went to the hem of her sweater and lifted it, raising goosebumps on her exposed flesh. His palm covered the spot, warming her again. He moved upward, drawing out more goosebumps, until his palm cupped her breast.

They both groaned.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long. Jesus, I’ve dreamed about what your skin would feel like. Taste like.”

“Hey, Henry?”

“Hmm?”

Cynthia grinned. “This isn’t a dream.”

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Be Brave

I’m back with another tidbit of advice for all you aspiring authors out there. Be brave!

I was trading messages on Facebook this week with a reader. She shared with me that she’s a writer also, something I didn’t know. I asked about what she writes and if she used a pen name and she shared that she’s not yet published.

She said that she’s anxious about sharing her writing with people. I told her I am, too.

Every. Single. Time.

My lesson for you this week is to be brave. I’m an introvert. I’m also a people pleaser. I want people to like me. And yet I chose a career that requires me to put myself out there and accept criticism from everyone!

It’s not easy!

But every time I get an email from someone who loved something I wrote. Or read a review (the occasional reviews I read) that says something about the book that was amazing. Each one that offers a suggestion. They all mean something to me. Even the reviews that aren’t positive are an opportunity for me. Something that can help me be a better writer.

But I still hesitate when I finish a book. I still wonder if anyone is going to like a book when I hit publish. I don’t think that’ll ever go away. After thirty-four published books, I still get anxious.

But I do it anyway.

If you’re thinking of becoming a writer, or you’ve written a book but haven’t taken the leap yet, find a friend or close family member. No, a friend will not be the best person to give you criticism, but they will give you a bit of confidence. That person will tell you your story is good, hopefully, and encourage you. When you’re starting out, you need a little bit of that.

No, you don’t want someone to lie to you, but you want someone that you know will be gentle with your feelings. Or at least will be able to deliver suggestions gently.

The first person who ever read a story of mine was / is my best friend. She gave me a bunch of notes, but I knew they were coming from a place of love because she wanted to help me. Yes, an editor will want to help you also, but an editor is a paid professional. She won’t hold back. Your friend might just enough not to hurt your feelings.

 

No matter what, at the end of the day, you have to be brave to share your stories. You have to let a piece of you out into the world. To give other people permission to say something you created, something you worked hard on for weeks, or months, or years, isn’t any good. And to give them permission to say it changed their life.

Because when it’s all said and done, those are the emails, the reviews, the comments you remember. Those are the ones that will change your life, not just theirs.

If you have a question, about writing or anything else, send me an email (mary (at) maryethompson (dot) com) with Q&A in the subject, or post it in the comments below, and I’ll answer your question right here on the blog!