Fish Stick Fridays is now up for Pre-Order on ARe.

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-fishstickfridays-1923934-145.html

Deacon Reid was born bad to the bone with no intention of changing. A lifetime of law-bending and living on the edge suits him just fine—until his baby sister dies and he finds himself raising her little girl.

Staring down a family history of bad decisions and reaped consequences, Deacon cashes in everything he owns, purchases an auto shop in Half Moon Bay, and takes his niece, Zig, far away from the drug dens and murderous streets they grew up on. Zig deserves a better life than what he had, and Deacon is determined to give it to her.

Lang Harris is stunned when Zig, a little girl in combat boots and a purple tutu, blows into his bookstore, and then he’s left speechless when her uncle, Deacon Reid, walks in hot on her heels. Lang always played it safe, but Deacon tempts him to step over the line… just a little bit.

More than a little bit. And Lang is willing to be tempted.

There are a lot of people chiming in on Nanowrimo.

You should do it.
You shouldn’t do it.
If you do it, you’re a success.
If you do it, you still aren’t really a writer.
Why are you doing it?
What do you think you’ll accomplish?
You gain nothing by doing it.
What are you going to do with it once you’re done?

… And the list goes on.

Here’s the thing… if you want to do it, just fucking do it and have fun. Don’t let anyone tell you how to spend your time or your energy. If Nanowrimo is a goal you’ve set for yourself…to make that word count… to write that story… and I’m going to be the first one in line to cheer you on.

Because it’s YOUR want. YOUR desire. YOUR goal.

So you go do that thing. And do your best. Be the best fucking you that you can be.

And if you don’t make it, do it again next year or next month if you want to. We all have dreams. Big dreams. Little dreams. And every size in between.

Regardless of the size, it’s still a dream. You can do this. Have faith. And chocolate. Never underestimate a nice handful of chocolate.

Just saying.

TL;DR: Fuck people who tell you that you’re not worth your own time and desires. Eat chocolate.

I have coffee. Coffee loves me. Coffee understands.

Mostly that’s been running through my head for the past five minutes. WTF is daylight savings time and why the hell does the mainland do it? Yes, I’ve been here for years but my body still rebels over this nonsense.

CATS do not know it is daylight savings time. CATS want their noms in the morning regardless of what fucking time the clock says because as far as they know… it’s still six am.

The dog could care less. He’d sleep through a tsunami.