The Paper Planes series has NEW covers!
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Have you seen the new covers for our favorite 90s set Paper Planes Series?
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New books are on their way...
/I HAVEN’T BLOGGED IN FIVE MONTHS
I’m the worst, aren’t I?
To make up for it, I will give you a clue about my next release.
Four romances, each following a different couple, set in the same town.
Keep an eye out for a brand new Mindy Michele series coming later this year! We’ll have more information pretty soon. Follow us on Facebook and Instagram, so you never miss a thing.
If you’re wondering what solo title I’ll be releasing next, don’t worry. I should have something on my newest work in progress by the end of this month. I’ve been focused on this new Mindy Michele stuff because Mindy is moving across the country this month. Our goal was to get a new series ready for y’all so she can move and chill, and I can work on my own. Stay tuned!
Have you read it? Into the Fire
/“Have you ever had phantom pains? An ache in your body you just can’t seem to relieve?... This book causes those at your very core.. your heart and soul. I was enraptured at chapter two and had my own “binge read” episode because this novel, it devours... it is that passionate.. that heartbreakingly beautiful. It isn’t your typical “happily ever after” but a gripping, chest achingly, REAL fairytale.”
I dare you to read this book. If you're a fan of From the Wreckage you should read it. If you're a fan of angst; read it. Like stories similar to Looking for Alaska, If I Stay, Before I Fall? Read it.
One book. 100k words. One beautiful tale. All platforms.
https://michelegmillerbooks.squarespace.com/ftwseries
I’ve told the story many times. The story of how I was finishing up Out of Ruins and I created a character named Dani:
“According to my therapist, I give up things I love to punish myself.”
“From what?” asks a small girl about his age. She’s twisted up; her slim legs crossed and wrapped around each other, her arms folded around her waist. She looks like a human pretzel. She wears long pants and sleeves, even in summer, and West guesses she probably has an issue with self-harm. He learned early on in his stay that many of the patients here have serious issues. More serious than he thought his ever were. He looks at the girl. Her brown eyes are huge, almost like a cartoon Bambi's eyes popping out of her head. They’re misplaced amongst the other, more fragile features of her tiny face.
“What are you punishing yourself for?” she asks, sitting straighter now. “What did you do?”
“Why are you here?” he counters snidely and leans back in his metal chair.
Without blinking, Danica pulls the sleeve of her long, black tee up and flashes her arm at West. Her forearm is covered in precise little lines of scars. Row after row of white scratches attesting to the fact that she does, or did, self-mutilate. She’s not shy about it, though. She leans over and pulls up one loose leg of her sweatpants and then the other. He holds his breath as he takes in the massive scars covering her calves. They look like burn scars. Old and healed over, but they still cover her shins and calves.
“I punish myself because I lived.”
That last line was all it took for me to NEED to know the rest of her story. Are you intrigued? Want to know how Danica Evans came to be in the same place as West? Want to know her past, her present, if she finds her fairytale future? Read Into the Fire today!
“Once again, Michele has crafted a painfully beautiful story with characters that reach inside and pull on your heartstrings. This book will make you feel. It will devastate you but it will also heal you. So grab some tissues and prepare yourself for an emotional journey.”
The one with my life confession...
/There are winter trees, aka Christmas decorations, on my mantle. It is February 18th.
My mantle is the one place I decorate seasonally. I used to do more—hand towels in the kitchen, baubles in the foyer and on tables—but I adopted minimalism into my life a few years back. For the record, when I say minimalism what I really mean is don’t open the garage, attic, or any closets or you will be swallowed whole by the vast amount of items I’m “storing.”
Yes, minimalism is a work in progress.
Back to my mantle. Trees. Typically, I remove the January winter trees and find a cute love saying, candles, or maybe put a few jars with candy on the mantle. Possibly, a sweet family picture. But this year I somehow missed the changeover from the longest January ever to the month of love.
Why? How? February is my birth month. It’s not like I didn’t know it was coming up.
I imagine it had something to do with: a weekend visit from friends, a winter dance showcase, a national anthem singing at the NBA game, an out of town dance convention the weekend after said birthday, tornados on said birthday, a hubby out of town for work, and a choir performance.
Oh right, life.
Life is why my mantle is aesthetically behind. Why my clean clothes are still in the basket. Why the grass isn’t mowed. The kitchen is primed but not painted. Why our dogs need haircuts, why our son needs a haircut. Why I need hair color!
Life is why nothing in my house is all that perfect right now. It is also why my family is happy. Why I’m happy.
So, excuse me for the messy bun, and the still half-finished projects all around our home.
We’re living our best lives.
I hope you’ll ignore the mess and remember to live too.
“Don’t get so busy making a living that you forget to make a life.”
A little Tyalbrook for you...
/Lately, I've heard the whisperings of a Guardian. He's waiting for me to play.
Tyalbrook readers, I've heard your pleas. I promise I haven't forgotten my lovely Skye and her saviors, Xander and Nickoli. I haven't forgotten Amandalyn, Emmeline, and Cillian. I've been sensing that tingling pull of my soul begging for my return to Tyalbrook so I can continue their story.
I'm hoping it will be soon.
