Make it Count: An Anthology in Memory of Josie McIntyre
December 27, 2020
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵.
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘵𝘪𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺.
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵.
𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺-𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.
Participating authors include:
Coralee June, Carrie Gray, Mary Martel, Lili Black, EM Moore, Rinna Ford, Catherine Banks, Jarica James, Suki Williams, Samantha Bea, Rose Alexander, Bo Reid, Jodie Szarmach, Elle Joraco, May Dawson, Darcy Ray, AJ Macey, Katie May, Quinn Arthurs, Joanne Ganci, Jenee Robinson, Chrissy Jaye, CR Jane
This anthology is in memory of Josie McIntyre, who was an avid softball player who was tragically lost too young. All proceeds for this anthology will go toward a scholarship fund in her memory.
Well This Sucks
September 20, 2020
I treat eating pancakes on patios like it’s a personality trait.
Brunch is my jam. I like the beach, shopping, carbs, and reading naughty books on the train during my commute. I wear pink. Lots of it. If Tinder were an olympic sport, I’d take home the gold. I can rock stilettos like they’re a pair of Nike joggers. I’m basically basic.
I’m in the prime of my life. I’ve got my dream job as the head of marketing, and I’ve been steadily dating myself for the better half of the last decade. I’m thirty, flirty, and thriving.
Or at least I was, until some jerk had the audacity to turn me into a vampire.
I don’t do blood and doom and gloom. I sure as hell don’t like sleeping in a coffin, avoiding garlic bread, and these ridiculous vamp politics. And don’t get me started on Diego. He’s vampire royalty and a pain in my butt. A very sexy pain in the butt. When he’s not driving me crazy with all his rules, he’s turning my panties into Niagara falls.
I absolutely refuse to live the rest of my immortal life in some wannabe nineties grunge music video.
June 24, 2020
Grief bonds us.
The mystery of this murder will break us.
My best friend was brutally ripped from this world, but her brother and boyfriend are still here.
One of them wants to use me.
The other wants to forget me.
Both of them make me feel alive.
We’ll find Violet’s murderer, no matter the cost.
Grief bonds us.
Love will tear us apart.
Looking to Score
April 30, 2020
He’s, like, literally the worst.
Oakley Davis is the star running back at our university—and the reason I’ve broken my vow to avoid the college party scene. Thanks to a mix-up with my advisor, I’m now serving my Public Relations internship as a glorified babysitter to the party-hard football players.
He’s impossible to manage. His Instagram is full of pictures of him half-naked and drunk, and he’d rather attend parties than practice. His brand needs some serious work, and when he’s not driving me insane, he’s sleeping his way through the entire female population.
But I’m determined. I have plans to graduate a semester early, and nothing or no one will get in my way. I’m a Virgo, after all. Oakley Davis might be a privileged, cocky football star, but I’m Amanda Matthews, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get my A.
I just have to make sure I don’t end up falling in love with the idiot, first.