It's been a while since we interacted and I wanted to drop by and visit some of my oldest, dearest friends.
I miss the interaction we shared while Impact was posting and I wondered if I might entice you to drop over and visit my Facebook author page or community (as always, the links are on my profile.)
We have tons of fan made teasers and bios posted on my community page.
I've got some great "Wheelchair Heart" swag from 3ELove, a social community whose message is Embrace diversity, Educate your community, Empower one another and Love Life. Two readers have won prize packs with lanyards, temporary tatts, buttons, bracelets, stickers and a signed card… I'll be giving another away soon. If you want one, you have to enter to win.
I'm dying for reader feedback! Please stop by and post your thoughts on the story! What did you love? What did you hate? What's it missing? This is your chance to add input which could change the direction of book one.
I'm starting Impact at an earlier time in Steven's life, so there is tons of new material for you to read. This week, I've started something new. As I write the new material, I'll be posting on my Facebook community page an exclusive—not available anywhere else— teaser from each chapter, however, in exchange for these special teasers, I want your thoughts. Just a few words on the direction I'm going, from just a few of you…
The following is a snippet from the first exclusive teaser, but you'll have to visit the FB community to read the rest.
Please don't review this as a chapter, I'm not here to up my count, just to touch base with all of you, briefly. I'll remove this update in a day or two.
I hope this update finds you well.
Sleep had come quickly for Steven and he had submitted without a fight—there was nothing left to fight for. She'd stripped him bare and abandoned him in his most vulnerable moment, and he wanted nothing more than to crawl inside himself and disappear. He didn't want to be around to answer the questions he knew would come, to hear the accusations that would fill the air, this was no one's fault but his own. His fault for allowing himself to hope—for allowing himself to believe-that he was worthy of more than the dismal life he'd somehow come to accept after his parents died.