#giomo She reached for the door handle, but the door was suddenly pushed open. Mo smelled him before she saw him—spice, lemon, bergamot. Armani Code. Then, he stepped into the entryway. As if he’d smelled her too, his eyes were already on hers. His name slipped and tumbled from her mouth. “Gio?” “Bez.” He cocked his head to the side as if something suddenly dawned on him. “Privet.”
K. Alex Walker
I'm a romance-loving writing junkie whose primary aspiration is to craft stories full-time on my laptop while people-watching at Starbucks, Barnes and Noble, Books-A-Million, and the beach.
Hi everyone! There’s been a slight delay with the publisher today, but I’ll be staying on top of it to make sure the minute it’s released, you guys know. I apologize for the inconvenience. Rest assured, I’m doing everything I can. Keep your eyes on THIS link.
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“I appreciate you more because of the road I’ve traveled. My story brought me to you and I wouldn’t revise a word of my past if it led me anywhere but to your door.” —Aaron Polson
THE VAULT – Excerpts from old stories that I wrote, many of them unfinished. I just recently found them on an old hard drive and wanted to share.
For those of you who have been readers and fans from day one, this story will be familiar to you. If you started later, then maybe you’ve never met Morgan and Noah. Then Came You was originally published as A Very Special Christmas in 2014. It has now, officially, been re-released for those who would like to enjoy a cool, cute Christmas short while we bake in these summer months, or for those of you who would like to revisit Morgan and Noah. Let’s set the stage for Gio and Mo.
Hi Loves! I have admittedly been wanting to do this for a while, but I can’t always find all the songs I like on Spotify. So I made a universal list filled with the songs that made me cry, made me happy, and made me feel like kicking ass while I was writing. I left my obsession with Elton John off…this time. MUAHAHA.