“Cold wetness landed on her nose, and Lyra looked up. Snowflakes wove down, some landing and others trickling past the boughs of pine overhead. While small patches covered the ground from the previous day’s snowfall, the fresh powder held all the wonder it had when she’d raced outside in her pink boots, bundled up under her mother’s careful supervision as she explored mounds of snow taller than she was. Though those days had long passed, a giddy twirl still danced through her chest when the first flakes descended.”
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I split my time writing and working my day job as a massage therapist. If it’s a creative pursuit though, chances are I’ve dabbled in it. Hell, I’ve played around with soapmaking, beer brewing, cupcake baking, tea blending and everything else under the midday sun. At the end of the day, my constant is always reading, writing and editing. I’m an Aries-Taurus cusp–which to any astrology buffs should tell you plenty.
I hit the East Coast convention circuit pretty hard and chances are, you can find me vending for Solstice Brews while simultaneously promoting my books.
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