My First Ten Years as a Self-Published Romance Author

January 11th, 2023

Ten years? Get the fuck out.

I’m horrible at planning promo events and spectacles, but I should probably do something extra this year to celebrate. So I’m starting this journal, and maybe I’ll forget all about it. Technically, my anniversary date isn’t until later this year, so I have time.

This has the potential to be awesome. But first, I gotta unpack. I just got back from a research trip in beautiful Norway.

(Currently working on Prowl, The Game Series #12.)

April 25th, 2023

In 2013, I released my first romance novel on Amazon with zero marketing, zero faith in myself, but all the hope. Behind me, I had a group of readers from my fanfiction days encouraging me. Helping me. From beta readers to my first PA, Stephanie. They’re the reason I got started. They’re the reason I even considered going through all the paperwork. My autistic brain isn’t fond of administrative work. Read: I fucking hate it. And since I’m Swedish, I had to get involved with international agencies and whatnot to get a tax ID and…let’s just move on. It was eight months of dizzying torture, because of course my first application wasn’t filled out properly. I had to do it twice. But then, I was in. I was good to go. I had no damn clue about what I was doing, but I was doing it anyway.

I was leaving behind the alien I’d always felt like, the one who’d hated every “normal” job she’d had in the past. Even the year I was the happiest—when I moved to London after my high-school graduation to work in a hotel—I was floundering and wondering where I’d fit in. 

I still feel like an alien at times, but down the road, I discovered I was always meant to carve out my own box to fit into. 

My biggest support was my Lisa, who’s been there from the start. She had recently taken a similar leap, going from editing for fun to editing to pay the bills.

She was undoubtedly smarter than me, because she held on to her full-time job for a while longer, whereas I dove in headfirst—and sustained a few cuts and scrapes in the process.

I’ll take a quick break here, because I gotta wrap up a scene in This Will Hurt II, and Jake and Roe have no patience. I also have to run a few errands. The Sadist and I are off on a road trip in three days, and I haven’t started packing.

(Currently working on This Will Hurt II and This Won’t Hurt.)

May 24th, 2023

Well, my vacation was amazing! We went to Germany, France, Spain, Monaco, Italy, Switzerland, and Luxembourg. It was the kind of trip I used to dream about back when I was a new author.

My dreams were always kind of modest. (Don’t worry, the best-seller envy struck me later.) But I just wanted to be able to pay my bills, not to have to look at the price tag on food, and travel without stretching every dollar.

But I also wanted security, and indie publishing…yeah, it’s not really reliable and oozing structure. The market changes constantly, Amazon is its own hellish ride, and don’t get me started on algorithms.

Aftermath was my first heavy hitter. We’re still in 2013 at this point, and if you were around then, you know the market looked entirely different. I didn’t know how to promote myself one bit. I was just writing and chilling on Facebook. But suddenly, everyone wanted to read about Austin and Cam and how they survived being kidnapped, how they went from straight businessman and autistic car mechanic to…well, Austin’s no longer straight, anyway.

The MM community was tiny. The visibility was practically free, so my straight romance quickly took a back seat, because when I wrote gay romance, I could actually pay rent! Hell, Aftermath was on the Amazon best-seller list for weeks.

Back then, you needed a single shot. A blogger or two with a good following picked up Aftermath and loved it, and that was that. The next three months of my life, I felt secure. I could relax a little.

Of course, in our industry, that feeling fades.

(Currently working on The Story of Danny Rose.)

June 10th, 2023

I have time for a quick update! If you read This Will Hurt, you might remember Joel, the cool Coast Guard sniper who had a thing for Jake. Well, obviously I fell down a rabbit hole of research for Joel, because I had to learn about the Coast Guard. And what do you know, mere weeks after the release, one of the Coast Guard’s most famous cutters is moored in Stockholm. That’s only six hours from where I live, so it goes without saying I have to drive up there and take a picture of a ship.

Added in edits:

But back to 2013 and 2014 now. My first year as an indie author. I flailed. But I was having fun too, you know? I can look back at that year now and laugh and shake my head. I published Aftermath, its sequel Outcome; I started the Touch Series, and I learned the definitions of novel, novella, and novelette. Go me.

Editor’s note: “You may have learned the definitions, but you don’t follow them.”

Aside from Aftermath, however, the money was decent at best. I could contribute at home, but I was working way more than I was getting paid. Which was part of it all. It takes time to grow your business. We were prepared for this. But I should have at least had a plan. And I’m a list-maker! I love to plan and set up goals. I just…didn’t do that back then. I was, however, observing a lot, and the industry was changing.

I started getting nervous and frustrated. Not a good combination for someone who thrives on structure and stability.

I’ll admit, the next few years are blurry to me. I just remember struggling and trying to push harder. I released Northbound and Northland, among a few other works, and they did better. I gained confidence from readers who wanted more. But I was sitting on my couch at home working fourteen-hour days. I was burning myself out for a few grand a month. My health was shot. What was I doing wrong?

Then came the birth of Camassia Cove.

(Currently working on Rogue Launch, The Renegades #1.)

July 3rd, 2023

I’ll admit, with Camassia Cove, I wanted to make it easy for myself. Given how obsessed I am with accuracy and plausibility, research has always been an addictive time-suck. One I couldn’t always afford. I needed a space in which I already knew everything, a world where I could limit my research once I’d done the groundwork. So I built up a town in my head. I gave it street names, neighborhoods, culture, businesses, a heritage, avenues, squares, and a population.

Now, all of a sudden, I didn’t have to research a location before I made it the setting of a new book. I could jump into writing right away and plan my research hours better. I grew comfortable in Camassia Cove, and I discovered how much I loved crossovers.

Home was the first Camassia Cove novel I wrote—sweet, crass, rough-around-the-edges Dominic is sick of living on the streets, and he’s desperate to find a home with his autistic daughter.

Dominic, Adrian, and li’l Thea were popular with readers.

When Forever Ended followed. That’s William and Kelly’s second-chance story, but it was just as personal because I tackled my experience with depression in that book. Both as someone who has suffered from depression, and as someone who’s watched a family member fall apart with depression. 

Of course, I tried to write outside this new universe too. For the longest time, I’d wanted to write a rock-star romance, and I’d had Lincoln Hayes rattling around in my head for years. Path of Destruction was my first “baby” in the book world, because I poured so much energy into that tale. I still find Lincoln and Adeline’s love story epic.

Ahem. But yeah, in the epilogue, I send them to Camassia Cove, so now it’s the official first book in that universe, because it took place in the ’90s and beyond. I got stuck in Camassia! I couldn’t leave. It was so comfy there. I swam around in all these stories and crossovers, and I didn’t want it to end. It was as if every secondary character whispered to me, Am I next? Will I get a book in this universe too?

The answer was usually yes. Still is.

(Currently working on Enemy Combatant, The Renegades #2, and On The Double, The Renegades #3.)

July 30th, 2023

We’re moving! My home is a mess, but I wanna write this before shit gets too crazy. Because this summer is just one thing after another, and it’ll be a while before things slow down.

The Sadist and I talked about finding a new place while we were on our vacation before the summer. Our apartment is way too big for our liking, and we wanna get out of the city. At the same time, we like the city, so we came up with a compromise that I’ve sort of included in books before. Two homes! We just signed the lease for a smaller place in the city, and this winter, we’ll start looking at houses in the woods where nobody can hear me scream.

Anyway, I was thinking about Camassia Cove, and it made me draw parallels between my writing and my behavior on social media. Because writing small-town romance in the Camassia Cove Universe wrapped me in a bubble that’s pretty similar to how I interact online. You’ll almost only find me in my Facebook group. I have to remind myself constantly to cover the other platforms as well. Okay, Instagram’s easy—I like that place too. But Facebook? My goodness, there’s always drama. Someone’s always mad, someone’s always vaguebooking, someone’s always telling people to stop bringing up drama, then promptly getting involved themselves.

I. Need. My. World. Small.

Because at the end of the day, I just wanna chill with my group family, talk books, and eat Fritos.

I’m really into Fritos right now. Like, heavily.

It’s becoming a problem.

Kind of like my social media strategy, because being introverted definitely has its downsides. I’m awful at reaching out to people. I don’t have a “network” of author friends. I’m not part of a clique; I don’t sit at the cool kids’ table. And I’m very fine with that! But strategy-wise, marketing is fundamental for a small-business owner. If nobody sees you, you don’t exist.

So in my next entry, I’m gonna talk about Eliza Rae.

Oh! I also decided to rebrand myself a little bit, so I just received new shipping goodies.

Book boxes gotta be pretty.

(Currently working on On the Double, The Renegades #3, and Tango Down, The Renegades #4.)

August 5th, 2023

In 2017, life was good. I was writing Out in Los Angeles, I got to travel quite a bit, I did my first book signing—RARE Berlin!—I wasn’t too stressed out, and marketing was still a somewhat foreign concept to me. This was the Era of Facebook Takeovers, and we were all champs at those. Release after release, we were visiting each other’s groups to take over for an hour or so. Authors were peddling giveaways of e-books and Amazon gift cards to find new readers and followers.

This was also the year Eliza Rae joined me full-time. We’d been friends for a while, after meeting in our online kink community—and then, everything went to shit!

I kid.

I’d shared my frustrations with her. I was okay with where I was at, but I wanted to reach the next level and didn’t fucking know how. Back then, when I released a book, it was a good month—by my standards at the time. I still didn’t reach the royalty success of the fluke that was Aftermath, but I could at least feel that sense of security for a moment.

Naturally, as a self-pubbed author, I had expenses. So. Many. Expenses.

I had a lot of help, thankfully. Both from Lisa and Eliza.

Until Eliza turned into a monster. See, she had visions and a fresh perspective. The romance community I’d come from was run by amateurs. And let me just say, amazing amateurs. I’m one of those myself. I’ve found my way without a degree, without professional training, etc. But for the longest time, no outsider wanted to touch the romance community with a ten-foot pole, so we did everything ourselves. Nobody wanted to invest in what was already the largest book genre in the world. After all, we just write porn for housewives, amirite? There’s no money in that!

Eliza started proposing changes. She threw herself into research and observed the industry. She took my ideas and pushed them further. She math-brained her ADHD all over my autistic, creative chaos. And together, we became an unstable and unstoppable force.

Wicked.

Listen, if you’re an author, you know this deep down—if you haven’t dared to acknowledge it yet. We’re fucking difficult to be around. We’re stubborn, we’re so protective of our works, we have our own visions, and, if you’re a little bit like me, we’re automatically skeptical of change.

Sidenote: back in the day, before we went professional, Lisa left her editing comments in the margins in my Word files. They were comments I could delete or adhere to, and I made the changes myself. She “proposed a change,” and I could do whatever I wanted with that. But then…one sunny afternoon—possibly, I don’t recall the fucking weather, to be honest—she returned a document to me, and she was inside the file! She was suddenly making the changes, and I could “accept” or “reject.”

Editor’s note: THIS IS ALL BULLSHIT. I ASKED IF YOU WOULD BE OKAY WITH TRYING IT, AND YOU SAID YES.

Cara’s note, post-edits and post-looking-at-receipts-because-Lisa-saves-everything: Okay, it turns out she asked if I wanted to try, and I said “I GUESS you can invade my words…” In my defense, I agreed to something I didn’t understand, and how is that my fault?

Oh man. I was LIVID.

Who was this damn woman with the balls to change my words.

To her credit, she handled me perfectly. With patience, compromise, and a wee bit of good-natured mockery.

And this is the whole point. I could go further once I started dealing with my control issues—somewhat, you know, in baby steps—and let people, who’d proven themselves, work unsupervised within the margins.

Indie authors are the directors, producers, actors, studio execs, chairmen, sound guys, mixers, and the whole damn marketing department too. From the birth of an idea to cleaning up the popcorn in the movie theater aisles.

We’ve allowed editors to polish our words—thank goodness!

We’ve allowed PAs to assist us.

We’ve opened the doors for photographers, cover models, graphic designers, and PR agencies to do their jobprofessionally instead of us pushing MS Paint covers and pixelated crap graphics.

But show me five indie authors, and I’ll show you five people who are stressed the fuck out and, occasionally, cry-laughing in their vodka bottles. Or teacups, whichever. Because we gotta do everything. We cling to control. And I say “we” because I see this all the time. In discussion groups, in the wailing timeline walls, in Stories, in articles, in blog posts.

So yeah, handing over a fair bit of control to Eliza really improved my mental health.

(Currently taking a break due to health concerns and burnout symptoms.)

August 19th, 2023

If someone showed me a glimpse of the future back when I was brand-new at indie publishing, I honestly don’t believe I would’ve proceeded. Because as wonderful as it is to sit here today with the financial security I’d always wanted, readers who are invested in my universes, and characters who won’t shutthefuckup…it’s been a long, painful journey.

Ten years of shit like this.

“How come they made it so fast and I’m stuck here?”

“What am I doing wrong?”

“Just one more hour. Oh fuck. Hello, three AM.”

“Breathe through the pain. It’s just anxiety.”

“No, no, I can totally squeeze in one more release—and don’t tell me I can’t!”

“Oh, I got another orange banner? Awesome, now go away, I’m busy working on the next project.”

“Yeah…I’m not gonna make that deadline.”

“Just remember, we’re going for bank, not rank.”

“Goddammit, I forgot to eat. But I’ll have breakfast now at…uh, five PM.”

“Well, it’s nice being recognized…by the fucking EKG technician…”

It’s fine. Everything is fine.”

I am too chaotic and disorganized to consider myself having a so-called type A personality, but I’m pretty damn close. I push myself too hard, I don’t stop to smell the roses, I have all the anxiety, I’m ambitious, I have high expectations, I refuse to settle for good enough, and I can sleep when I’m dead.

At least, that’s how I’ve lived my life the past ten years.

I turned thirty-seven last month, and it’s been a year of reevaluating essentially every aspect of my life. Because I wasn’t kidding about the EKG technician recognizing me when I headed to the ER with chest pain for the hundredth time.

Afterward, the Sadist asked me, “Level with me, baby. Are you happy?”

What a fucking bastard.

(Currently working on Hide With Me, The Game Series #13.)

September 6th, 2023

I’m not one of those people comfortable telling others how to succeed—partly because I don’t think there’s one recipe for success. There are, however, some good rules of thumb. I’ll list some of them here by going through my own experiences and what I fully believe for one reason or another.

The Auctioned Series: Performed very well. Gray and Darius are two of my most popular characters, and they’ll never shut up in my brain. I became mildly obsessed with writing them because I adore their world. I love the fast-paced action, the hurt/comfort, the family moments, and, of course, the humor. Gray and Darius are my people—and I think that shows. That said, it was a dumb move to release the books so far apart. A six-book series should not run for four damn years. Readers forget.

Reviews: Come on, we know this. Reviews are for readers, not authors. Fun fact: I haven’t read an Amazon review in probably six or seven years, and I haven’t been on Goodreads in just as long. This is where your PA, professional momma, and manager enter the picture. I write all my content, but Eliza is my barrier. She’ll post in places I don’t belong, mainly Goodreads, and when it’s time to respond to messages and comments, she’ll forward them to me so I can form my replies in peace and quiet before returning them to her. The only reviews I read are the ones she sends me, the ones that are safe for me. The author’s fragile ego be fragile. Semi-joke. I don’t need someone’s negative feedback messing with my head or killing my vibe. That’s what beta readers are for. I have an awesome crew of readers who give it to me straight in the editing process.

Northbound and Northland: This is actually just a personal preference. Both books did fairly well at the time, but I listened to the current trends when deciding to write them in third person. Initially, I wanted to do them in first, but third person was the most popular choice at the time, sooo… It’s why I feel a bit distanced from the stories when I reread them. Most recently, it was for an outtake/novella (Camgirl), and it just struck me how I would’ve preferred to have them in first person. Making the wrong choice in how you write a book can affect how loudly you hear your characters. It’s the curse of getting stuck in the write-to-market mindset. You give up your own preferences in order to sell more books. It’s fucked up.

For me, choosing the perspective is a case-by-case scenario. It totally depends on the book I’m writing. For action and suspense where I have to cram so many details into a single scene, I usually prefer third person. Like in the Auctioned Series. But it’s not a rule set in stone—like in the Renegades, which I wrote in first person despite its tropes.

Goals: It’s great to have goals! I think the main goal I never saw a problem with having was my hope to be financially secure to travel whenever I wanted and not having to look at price tags when I grocery shop. Because it’s a sound, half-modest, realistic goal. It’s not “I’m gonna be a billionaire!” and it’s not “I’m just happy if a single person buys my book.”

I’ve had other goals too, though. I mean, what aspiring author doesn’t wanna become the next USA Today best seller? Or even better, New York Times and then “International”? I was fortunate to be part of an anthology that ranked well, but—and this is very personal—I can’t slap the best-seller schtick to my name when I didn’t achieve that by myself. And I don’t count orange banners. Call me old-school.

I’m not gonna lie. Becoming a bestseller would obviously be super-cool. It would be amazing. I’d most likely give an award speech in the shower with a shampoo bottle for a statuette. However…back to the Sadist asking me if I was happy…?

I’m not. Or, I wasn’t. I’ve proven that countless times over the years—I suck at appreciating my own accomplishments! So how would a best-seller rank be any different? I’ve ticked off most of my other goals—the orange banners? First month you made more than $1k in royalties? First month you made $5k? $10k? $20k? $30k? Being interviewed on blogs and being invited to signings without having to submit a please-invite-me Google form? Attending signings in other countries?

The list goes on. Ten years of little milestones, and, at best, I spared each accomplishment an internal fist-pump before I proceeded to chase the next goal.

That ain’t good, y’all.

I was honest with the Sadist and told him I wasn’t happy.

(Currently working on Hide With Me, The Game Series #13.)

October 9th, 2023

I think I need a whole entry about this topic, so excuse me while I get up on my soapbox.

Know your worth.

As a small-business owner, this bit has hit me little by little over the last few years, until I had to put my foot down this summer. To think, it’s taken me ten years to really set boundaries for how much I can manage?

I can only hope the rest of you don’t have this issue. Although, I know some do.

To know your worth is to balance the energy you give away for free with the energy you charge for.

We are indie authors with finite resources. We can’t catch up on the sleep we’ve missed out on, we can’t make up for time we’ve lost with loved ones, and we can’t fully recover from burnouts as quickly as we exhausted ourselves.

When you’re new in the game, it’s perfectly normal to bust your ass for scraps, sometimes for years. That’s how it is for business owners in most fields. Because not only do we have to create our product, we have to make sure people notice it. Then buy it. Then come back for more.

Most of us have walked this path.

And the problem here isn’t the readers who are expressing their impatience for the next book in a series, or even the readers complaining when you leave KU.

It’s the authors. Authors who keep exhausting themselves for nothing, authors who won’t pay or charge for something, authors who seemingly don’t see the journey another has taken.

“That’s too expensive.” It’s probably not; you just can’t afford it. Welcome to the club of We’ve All Been There.

“That should be free.” Should it, though? Are you saying someone should work for zero reward? You want this person to organize something that requires endless hours of work…so you can enjoy it for free? Lemme tell you something. If I were to organize an event, a seminar, an initiative, a course, or whatever dog and pony show, it sure as fuck wouldn’t be free. Because I know the amount of work that goes in, and I will not stretch myself too thin so that others don’t have to. Which doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy helping others; in fact, I love that, and I do it frequently. But I decide just how much I can manage. (You know, now, ten years later when I’ve come to this realization.)

My bottom line is this. If you’ve worked hard, good Christ, charge for it. I don’t care how successful you are—you can be a millionaire or barely getting by. Don’t let anyone else dictate what should be free. It’s your time, your energy, your sleepless nights.

We might as well cover AI in this entry too, because it’s related to the “I’m not paying this and that much for a service I can get for free with AI.”

Deep breaths.

Let the record reflect that I’m 100% against using generative AI. This includes AI assistance in covers, writing your book, narrating it for audiobooks, and marketing it with graphics.

I’m protective of authenticity, copyrights, and the various professions involved in our community. Photographers, graphic designers, editors, cover models, authors who write every word themselves, etc. I joined Eliza’s Authenticity Initiative for a reason. Because I believe in banding together to take a stand. I believe in community effort, and I believe hundreds of voices standing together sounds way louder than hundreds of voices screaming into the void of their personal Facebook pages. (Oh, and I’m paying for it! Considering she worked her ass off to launch the project and has expenses.)

Anyway.

If you’re not willing to pay for a service that you can get for free with generative AI, you’re on the same side as the readers who download books from piracy sites. They don’t see the reason to pay for a book they can grab for free. Luckily in your case, it’s not your work they’re stealing.

Fun fact: I still make my own graphics. Almost all of them. Most of my covers too. Because back when I couldn’t afford to hire someone to do them for me, I had to learn to get by somehow. Yeah, it was extra work. A fuck-ton of it, actually. But it’s paying off today. If I come across a photographer’s work that I really love, I can buy a piece of it.

This summer—and fall—we’ve seen the AI debate grow more and more heated. AI is everywhere now. It’s become increasingly difficult to see the difference between what’s AI and what’s the hard work of an actual person. Last but not least, we’ve seen more and more posts of people calling out others for using AI without proof. We’re tearing each other apart. We don’t forgive genuine mistakes—and the thing is, it’s become a minefield in every aspect. For instance, when I go on stock footage sites, AI is there too. Nowadays, I don’t download a photo that’s brand-new on a site. I simply don’t dare to. If the image is less than two years old, I leave it be because I can’t trust the origin of the work.

Our community has been through a lot, and we’ve survived so far. The industry has undergone multiple changes, and this is no different. We’ll obviously survive AI too. But it’ll require work.

(Currently working on Hide With Me, The Game Series #13.)

November 13th, 2023

We’ve reached the month, I think! October or November of 2013, that was when I published my first book on Amazon. Yay me! Ten years. I’m so fucking old now.

The Sadist and I just got back from another vacation, this time in the northern parts of Finland, Sweden, and Norway. It was amazing! And he did that thing where he says something that makes me reflect a bit extra.

“You look happier now.”

I am.

I mean, how can a trip here not bring you peace?

Don’t get me wrong, I still have a long way to go before I can call myself stress-free, but I’ve reached a point where I’m done reevaluating. I thought back on all my goals over the years, how I’ve hardly celebrated my milestones, and I decided that my initial goal was the best one. Financial security and vacations. I don’t want to chase anything else.

I will obviously try to be strategic with every move Eliza and I make together, and I want us to go forward. I want us to reach new heights. I just won’t lose sleep over it anymore. I want to work smarter, not harder. I want my vacations, my road trips with the Sadist, I want to write all the characters hollerin’ in my head, I wanna keep having my chill downtime in my Facebook group and the Mclean House group. I wanna mix work graphics with vacation photos on Instagram.

I wanna have time for hobbies!

I wanna cross-stitch fighter jets and curse words on nice pillows.

So that’s what I’m gonna do.

(Currently working on Daddy Christmas.)

November 29th, 2023

I think this will be a short entry. I just have some random crap I wanna list.

Only my two cents. My experiences. Things can look entirely different for someone else.

  • At some point, those fourteen-hour days will become too much. Listen to your body and your brain. I didn’t.
  • When writing a series, some readers will lose interest after five to six books. But you’ll gain new readers who love long-running projects. The Game Series, for instance, has had its ups and downs. Just stay consistent and don’t wait too long in between releases. #TenShayWillLiveForever #McleanHouseForever
  • Never forget the people who helped you get where you are today. Buy them loads of gifts.
  • Try to find a balance between “Let me help you. Who needs money.” and “I’m running a business here. Pay up.” Help out when you can, but as mentioned earlier, put a price tag on your work. You’ve earned it.
  • We have a saying in Swedish. Directly translated: “What you don’t have in your head, you’ll have in your feet.” Basically, it’s a repeat of what I mentioned before. Work smarter, not harder. So, um, that’s my goal going forward. Because I certainly failed miserably at structure and, you know, being organized and shit. I need work hours. I need a time of day when I clock out. I need to plan better and think ahead so I can save myself a bunch of extra work. (No, Eliza, this does not invite you to teach me about spreadsheets. Shut the fuck up, or I will hit you over the head with my Filofax.)
  • I love hosting giveaways for my readers, and I will never stop. I have, however, veered off the path of slinging e-books wherever I go. Some copies here and there, absolutely, but I prefer to give away paperbacks and swag. Also, I’m nuts about stickers and pins. Nuts!
  • You can’t make everyone happy, and when you try, you’ll make yourself miserable.
  • You don’t have to love every moment that you’re writing—let’s face it, some scenes are so goddamn difficult that you wanna throw your computer against the wall—but if writing becomes a chore, you might wanna mix things up.
  • Sometimes, you need to hear, “Hey, you gotta rest. You’re pushing yourself too hard.” And sometimes, you need to hear, “Get off your fucking phone and write, you procrastinating turtle turd.”
  • On social media, you will always see posts of people going, “Don’t use this word,” “I hate that phrase,” “Don’t format that way,” “Don’t include this in books,” and so on. We can circle back to “You can’t make everyone happy.” You do you, boo. And also…

Sidenote!

Over the years, I’ve had a few occasions where readers found a word I’ve used offensive, or they find a character “problematic.” First of all, that problematic character is in the fuckin’ mafia, so I’d say, yeah, he’s a bit problematic. The reader suggested a change in his wording—but his being a murderer was totally fine, of course.

I did not change any words.

I never will. They’re my words, and I chose them because they fit that particular character in that particular situation. If a reader finds that offensive…?

That’s okay.

Lastly, this did not turn out to be a short entry.

(Currently working on edits for Daddy Christmas.)

December 10th, 2023

I’m so tired right now that I can’t stop laughing.

We just sent out the last order and giveaway for the year, and it feels SO good.

In November and December alone, we’ve shipped approximately 550 packages all over the world.

But it’s a good kind of tired; my mind is at peace, and I’m enjoying the holiday feeling.

Speaking of, I’m hosting a Secret Santa in my Mclean House group, and we had 143 participants, myself included! So that’s been wild. Now we’re waiting for gifts to arrive. Which reminds me, I’m gonna post Kit’s character profile today.

Anyway, I’m happy to be done for the year! The rest of the month will be very slow by my standards. I’ve set a word-count goal of 2000 words a day and nothing else.

We’ll see how that works.

Cara note post-edits: I’m averaging 500 words a day. Womp-womp. But so be it!

Mostly, I just wanna make Christmas treats, watch holiday movies, and get my office ready. Four months since we moved in—it’s time to get my workspace in order.

My point with today’s entry was mostly to wrap things up and make a short list of tools I use for my work. Sometimes, I see authors posting on social about all the gadgets that help them stay organized, and I can tell you right now that I fall behind. But here goes.

  • Microsoft Word – for all my books.
  • MacBook Air.
  • The Notes app on my work phone – this is where character development and most lists end up.
  • A Discord server – organized by Eliza. Dates, topics, events, links, etc.
  • Vellum – for all my formatting.
  • Dropbox – graphics, files, etc.
  • Eliza.

Fancy, huh?

Tomorrow, I’m pimping my girls out!

(Currently working on Parts of Us, The Game Series #14.)

December 11th, 2023

My editor. Lisa at Silently Correcting Your Grammar. She’s been with me from the start, and I could not ask for a better woman to polish my words. She’s just… She finds the best balance between what’s grammatically correct and what approach is best to highlight a character’s accent, personality, and background. She sees the difference between my crass New Yorker Dominic in Home and fancy-pants Master Lucian Leroux (who’s currently in the hospital) from Doll Parts in the Game Series.

That’s what I need in my editor, someone who sees more than style guides and dictionaries. She’ll leave notes like, “Okay, so the correct edit here is [insert note,] but it might not be realistic for [insert character name.]”

She also has patience in spades for my resentment toward what I call unnecessary commas. And she reluctantly puts up with my need to shove words together. #GloveboxIsOneWord But I’ve surrendered when it comes to guest room and seat belt.

It sucks.

But I love her anyway!

(It helps that she owns the first cat I’ve ever liked. My precious Sidekick. We’ve shared many a day on Lisa’s balcony together. I write, and he snoozes and chases lizards.)

You can get in touch with Lisa at www.silentlycorrectingyourgrammar.com.

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Eliza Rae.

Once upon a time, she became my PA.

Today, she’s more like my manager. I call her my professional momma for the most part. We fight like cats and dogs and somehow make that work for us. (If you’ve read the Game Series, think Corey and Lane.) I’m the creative chaos, and she’s the spreadsheet slinger.

She even likes math.

I know. She’s bonkers.

She made it as easy as it could be for me to relinquish control of tasks I couldn’t manage on my own. She started talking about hashtag analysis, algorithms, and result reports—or whatever the fuck she calls it—and I just… I wiped my hands clean, took a slow step away from her, and never looked back.

We’re a package deal—but she does see other authors behind my back, and I’m okay with that. Every now and then, I’ll plan a spontaneous event without consulting her to make that vein in her forehead pop. That’s my revenge.

Kidding aside, I’m a genius for making her join me. She understands shit I don’t wanna hear about even for a second. Things that go in one ear and out the other. Math stuff. Administrative work. Management. Branding. Marketing. Ads and whatnot. She lives and breathes that nonsense. She’s also a wonderful friend who will drop everything to be there for me when I need her.

Does she drive me crazy sometimes with her organization skills that I don’t possess?

Oh yeah.

But I love her anyway!

You can get in touch with Eliza at www.elizaraeservices.com.

You can also check out the Authenticity Initiative, for original voices against generative AI, at www.authenticityinitiative.com.

(Currently working on Parts of Us, The Game Series #14.)

December 12th, 2023

Yesterday, I asked my peeps in my Facebook group if they had any questions for me, sort of like a Q&A about writing, the community, and my experiences. So here they come! Or some of them. We’re currently at 6k for this post, so I’m feeling the pressure to wrap things up before it becomes a novella, and once I get there, it’s only a matter of time before it’s a full-blown novel.

(Some of the questions have been edited slightly to be less…revealing, which I reserve for my activity in my group.)

Q: What inspired you to write kink?

A: Having been involved in BDSM the past ten or so years, I just wanted to write kink the way I know and love it.

Q: What do you do to find inspiration when it just won’t come? When you’re in the mood and everything but the words are stuck in your head?

A: Music and plot twists do the trick! More often than not, if I’m stuck, it’s because I’m not happy with the scene I’m working on.

Q: How do you come up with fresh ideas so things don’t become repetitive after so many books?

A: I don’t know that I actually do that; I’m just listening to the characters running their mouths in my head. But considering I pay way more attention to characters than cool plots, I find that the idea doesn’t have to be very special or fresh. I mean, I love my private military contractors and mobsters, but for the most part, I’m writing teachers, bartenders, graphic designers, and small-business owners living “average” lives. The idea doesn’t have to be fresh in order for me to wanna tell a story.

Q: How do you feel you have evolved as a writer? How different is your style/voice now from when you began?

A: First of all, I’d like to think my vocabulary has expanded! LOL. Since English isn’t my first language, it’s a never-ending journey to pick up new words, expressions, idioms, sayings, and regional language-isms. Secondly, it’s been years since I rushed the first chapter of a story. Rather, rushed to get all necessary information out. I’ve become allergic to information dumps—as in, when an author drops an info load in the first chapter, covering physical appearances, background story, and whatever problem they’re having. There’s always a problem.

Q: To get the male perspective, do you interview men? Do they know what the research is for?

A: I do. I interview friends, extended family, and acquaintances all the time. I’ve been known to send out surveys in my kink community too. That’s always fun. Also, it’s fairly common for women on the autism spectrum to relate more to men, and that’s certainly true in my case. The male perspective feels more natural for me.

Q: When writing a series like the Game Series, do you sketch out each book at the very beginning?

A: Initially, I planned for the Game Series to have six books. I try to map things out…somewhat…and that’s going really well. (Written as I work on book 14.)

Q: Do you have something you’ve clung to from the beginning that hasn’t changed about your writing style?

A: I’ve always been conscious about the tug-of-war between dialogue and introspection. Dialogue moves a story forward, generally speaking, and an introspective character can pull you in deeper by getting you hooked on their thought process, but it’s a tricky balance. Oh, and I’ve never liked “perfect” characters. I can’t bring them to life because I don’t believe they exist. They turn out so flat.

Q: Did you ever feel like giving up? If so, what kept you going?

A: Not really, and that’s for better and for worse. When I’ve fretted about the future and wondered what the fuck I was doing, I’ve opted to push myself harder instead of taking a step back to reevaluate and rest up. But actually quitting has never been on my radar, despite the hard times most authors go through at some point.

Q: How did you find your way into writing MM?

A: I started reading slash fiction toward the end of my fanfiction days, and I really liked it. Really, really, really. The mothership called me home.

Q: Did it take you long to find readers?

A: Both yes and no. The romance community we have today finds its roots in several fandoms, and I was part of one of them. I had fanfiction readers encouraging me to publish original stories, so they were a huge support. So I had lift-off pretty instantly—but after that…? It was extremely tough to expand my reader base for a few years.

Q: There’s a lot of writing advice out there. Other than keep writing, is there any advice you’ve found most helpful, or that you think others would find most helpful?

A: Allow me to make a list.

  • “Write the books you want to read.”
  • If the sex scene is boring, get drunk and loosen up. (I’m not kidding.)
  • Other peoples’ expectations don’t require your participation. It’s wonderful that readers want a certain character from you, but you don’t have to agree. You write what you want to write.
  • Buck the fuck up.
  • But also, don’t push yourself too hard, too often because you will crash.
  • Be better than me at taking credit. It’s fucking insane—I can talk forever about my characters, whom I love dearly, but I can’t for the life of me accept compliments for having written them. And the reason I bring this up is simply because we tend to see our shortcomings just fine. Many of us need to be better at seeing accomplishments too.
  • Inspiration is a pool that needs to be refilled every now and then! Whether you travel, go to a concert, hike in the woods, or try a new restaurant, you need new impressions. I don’t believe it’s good to always sit in front of the computer and wait for the words to pour out.
  • Don’t read your reviews. 😉
  • Sometimes, you’ll feel pressured. Which can mess with your ability to write. And every now and then, you’ll feel that pressure coming from readers wondering when the next book is coming. But in reality, you put the pressure on yourself. The readers aren’t pushing and pressuring; they’re just invested and attached. That’s the goal! Just close down Facebook, take a deep breath, and set your own pace.

Q: Do you have any pet peeves of your characters? Like, things they do or say that annoy you, but it’s just who they are because every well-developed character has flaws?

A: We can start off easy with Casey in Uncomplicated Choices, who’s…a Pepsi fan. Pepsi! Gross. Sloan in The Shepherd annoyed the crap out of me with his stupid pride and how he refused to accept help from Greer. Sometimes, Noa in Doll Parts is just too much. I love him, but he’s a handful and a half occasionally. Ethan Quinn? Hoo-boy. I’m currently redeeming him in a future book; so far, he’s been a secondary character as Darius Quinn’s younger brother. And Ethan just…he’s a douchebag. An uptight, annoying, pompous, arrogant jackass. He can’t make a single move in my head without my going, “Douchebag says what?” At the same time, I know he’s a very good man who deserves a happily ever after. 

Q: Do you have a storyboard or something like that or do you just freestyle it? How much planning goes into each story? (Character boards, research, etc.)

A: At the bottom of each book file I’m working on, I keep a list of the following: a character’s height, age, name, keywords covering his background, special markings like tattoos and scars, physical appearance. That’s pretty much it in terms of storyboards, mostly because once they come to life in my head, I need keywords for a character as much as I need one for my own mother. As for planning, I have a beginning and somewhat of a middle, and then, of course, I’m a forever-HEA girl, so it’s gotta end well. But I don’t like knowing too much in advance because I’ll get bored. I’d rather let the characters lead the way, and I’ll just tag along on their journey.

Research depends on the topic. If it’s a big part of the book, I can research for months and months. I’m an expert at saving screenshots, which I later grab keywords from to remind myself.

Q: I guess a lot of people asked about your writing process, and I’m really curious about how the characters come to you, how the story unfolds in your head before you put it on paper.

A: Given my obsession with crossovers, characters often pop up long before I give them their story. For instance, when I wrote The Shepherd. More precisely, the prologue, which offered a glimpse of Greer’s big family. We met or heard of his nieces, nephews, and brothers. And two years later, one brother and one nephew have their own books. You meet Roe in This Will Hurt, and Crew in the Renegades.

These characters lurk in the back of my mind, sometimes for months and years, until I poke around and listen to what they have to say. I literally chat with them in my head, and their story unfolds in fragments that I puzzle together piece by piece. My characters are my co-writers. I can, frustratingly enough, rarely force them to do anything. 

(Currently working on Parts of Us, The Game Series #14.)

December 18th, 2023

This is it. 

Ten years!

Sending this off for a final proofing round, since I never get the ending right in the first round…

Also, as per Eliza’s demand, I’m including a list of ten things/mindsets/accomplishments I’m proud of/happy about.

  1. I went for it.
  2. I never felt I was owed anything—if I want something, it’s up to me to get it.
  3. The world-building of Camassia Cove and Mclean House.
  4. Financial stability.
  5. Every orange banner! I may not consider them the equivalent of NYT and USA Today rankings, but I’m happy about each one I’ve received.
  6. Being open about my romance principles. Since I write in so many sub-genres, not to mention both gay and straight romance, it’s good to have a few rules to fall back on. For me, it’s always been: My main characters never cheat on each other. And, always HEA. Most recently, I’ve also added: No use of generative AI! 
  7. Overcoming and working on my anxiety to the point where I could attend book signings. 
  8. Stuff and things.
  9. The ability to get away with crap where Eliza just rolls her eyes and moves on.
  10. My books.

While I’m at it, I might as well list some of those books. Let’s face it, they’re all my babies, but some scream louder than an infant with colic.

  • Top Priority. Welcome to the Game Series! (Gay romance, BDSM, big ole’ kink community called Mclean House. Or House Mclean if you’re a brat.)
  • Auctioned. Welcome to the Auctioned Series! (Gay romance, action and suspense, family and hurt/comfort, Gray and Darius are forever in my heart.)
  • Path of Destruction. Perfect book to dip your toes in the Camassia Cove waters. I love Lincoln and the journey he and Adeline go on. (Straight romance, gritty rock star tale, with secondary characters who get their own books later.)
  • Jake & Roe in This Will Hurt IThis Will Hurt II, and This Won’t Hurt. I adore these guys, and I think it’s some of my best work. (See, Eliza?! I can speak fondly of my own crap!) (Gay romance, Hollywood, best friends to lovers, roommates, coworkers, hurt/comfort, awakening, found family.)
  • Her All Along. Avery and Elise’s story is somewhat personal to me because of the representation of autism. I admit, I put much of myself in Elise’s character. (Straight romance, hurt/comfort, family, redemption, best friend’s little sister, slow burn.)
  • The Renegades. Four books of action, enemies to lovers, suspense, Stockholm syndrome, second chances, and a tight-knit group of private military contractors. They will all be back! (Gay romance. #1, Rogue Launch. #2, Enemy Combatant. #3, On the Double. #4, Tango Down.)
  • The Irish of Philly—primarily, This Life. It’s my Irish mafia universe that takes place in Philadelphia, and it’s currently expanding. (This Life IIIand later III: Straight romance. Unshackled: Gay romance. With three future books planned in the same universe.)

There you have it!

Thank you to the best frickin’ readers in the world. You encourage me, you want more, you tell me to rest and take it easy, you make everything worth it.

You can find me here

www.caradeewrites.com

www.camassiacove.com

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(Totally a big event happening in my Facebook group on December 30, with like 25 wicked good authors.)

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If We Could Go Back – Outtake

Hi there! I usually post my mini outtakes on the Instagram account @CamassiaSocial, but this week, the outtake got a little too long! So I’m posting it here. Enjoy. 🙂

If We Could Go…Get Married

“Fancy running into you here.” I smiled as I reached him on the steps.

He grinned faintly and adjusted my tie. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

Nothing had been lost so much as I’d…made some last-minute changes to something we’d bought together. “All good to go.” I kissed him quickly and glanced back at the children. Jess wasn’t a fan of wearing a suit one bit. “You all look lovely.” Jaylin, on the other hand, loved her new dress. My sister had taken her shopping in Seattle.

Nate checked his watch. “We should go. You’re going to miss your appointment.”

Well, that was out of the question. It was an important appointment.

oOo

The nerves hit me with full force when we stepped into the office where thousands of couples had vowed eternal love and devotion before us. The place wasn’t as bland as I’d expected; nice fabrics covered the walls, and two big bouquets of flowers flanked the spot where the officiant was already speaking to us.

I should listen, if I could just hear past the rushing sound in my ears.

Then Kieran squeezed my hand, and I exhaled. This was us. Him and me. The day was finally here. This moment—how I’d hoped, lost hope, and hoped again that we’d stand here one day.

Oh God, we were getting married. I drew an unsteady breath and faced Kieran, and I immediately got caught in his warm, nervous, a bit amused gaze. Years had passed since I’d first noticed his captivating eyes, the green and deep blue mingling with gray, the faint crinkles at the corners that’d slowly appeared over time… He was my home.

This is it, my love. At long last.

oOo

I swallowed hard, and my vision suddenly became blurry.

“Do you, Bennett Brooks, take Kieran Marshall to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for as long as you both shall live?”

Easiest answer I could ever give. “I do.”

He grinned with a pinch of relief. I knew he hadn’t been worried whatsoever, but it was still a milestone. Still a confirmation. A promise.

“Do you, Kieran Marshall, take Bennett Brooks to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and bad, for as long as you both shall live?”

The second I heard his low, rich murmur, it felt like my heart doubled in size.

“I absolutely fucking do.”

I exhaled a laugh and quickly brushed my hand under my eyes.

oOo

“You’ve prepared vows,” the officiant continued. “You may share them now.”

Thank bloody goodness we’d agreed to keep things brief. Anything over my well-rehearsed three sentences would’ve been lost and forgotten behind stammers and throat-clearing.

I cleared my throat and gripped his hands a little tighter. “Looking back on things today, I know with certainty that you changed something in me irrevocably the very first time I saw you on the train. I thought you were an enigma, a puzzle to solve, when in reality, you were a hidden path guiding me home. I love you with everything I am, Kieran, and I can’t wait to continue building our future together.”

“Aww,” I heard Jaylin whisper.

Kieran sniffled and grinned. “And you claim you’re not a smooth talker, baby… Christ.” It was his turn to clear his throat. “I could say a million things about how I fell in love with you, how you became my best friend and biggest support—and how we ended up here today.” His gaze softened. “But I just wanna look ahead. I wanna grow old with you. I want our home to be the place where our children and future grandchildren create memories to last a lifetime—of holidays and sleepovers and rainy Tuesdays. Because of you, Ben, I see those images so clearly. I love you.”

I couldn’t wait for a stranger to tell me it was okay to kiss Kieran. I closed the distance and cupped his jaw, then kissed him hard because it was all I had. Words failed me.

oOo

Shortly after, we exchanged rings and were declared husbands. In my darkest hours, I hadn’t even believed I’d ever find a happiness that could match the one I’d felt with Kieran. Now, today…I was high on his energy, high on what we’d just done, high on all our possibilities. Kieran wasn’t the nameless enigma on the train anymore. He was my husband.

We left the city hall together and trailed down the wide steps with our children, and I couldn’t let go of his hand. Even with relief and joy surging through me, I had a death grip on him as I processed all my emotions. It was unbelievable—after everything we’d been through. Now we were going back home, back to our house, where family and friends would join us for a wedding party only an Englishman and an Irishman could put together on a school night.

Although, we’d been kind enough to let the kids skip school tomorrow.

“I feel so fucking dazed,” Kieran chuckled.

“That’s common,” Nate said frankly. “In fact, many couples forget the details of their weddings as the tension fades.”

I grinned and pressed a kiss to Kieran’s cheek. We could trust our eldest to have done research. It was kind of the perfect wedding for us two.

oOo

On the way back home, Kieran drove, I sat next to him and held his hand, and our kids bickered in the backseat. Nate was apparently stealing two inches of space of Jess’s seat, Jaylin’s hair was everywhere according to Nate, and Kieran and I were old, to quote Jess, because only old people were married.

“This is the life.” Kieran sighed contentedly and brought my hand to his lips. “By the way, what was it you forgot at home earlier?”

I smiled. “I didn’t forget anything. I was picking up our rings after I put in a last-minute request.”

He furrowed his brow.

“I had them engraved,” I admitted.

He clearly couldn’t wait to check out the inscription, so he pulled off his ring and kept one eye on the road. “Jesus, baby,” he murmured. “I love you. You don’t know how much.”

“We get it, you love each other!” Jess groaned from the back. “I’m never getting a girlfriend.”

I snorted softly. Sure, let him think that for another year or two, and then he’d start dating and never look back.

oOo

Until next time,

Cara

BDSM In My Romance

When I started writing the Game Series, my main goal was to portray kink and BDSM as accurately as possible. I’m not in any way an expert, but after some ten active years in the lifestyle, I’ve been to my fair share of events, meets, and parties. And BDSM communities are beautiful the way they are. They’re not perfect. Far from it. There’s drama, people come in broken, others have unrealistic expectations, many are just having fun, some take it way too seriously, some discover what their actual limits are, and so on and so on.

I wanted to bring all that into my new series. The different peoples, the unconventional dynamics, and the clashes.

Oh, the clashes!

I think back on when I wrote the Touch Series. Realism was important to me even then, realism in how I portrayed the kink. But suddenly, my characters were flawless! Oh, they had trust issues, they fucked up, and they caused some minor drama. But once I put two main characters together, their kinks lined up perfectly and they rode off into the sunset together.

I’m not smack-talking my own series. I loved writing Touch. It took place in a time where I was evolving a lot in kink, and each story got more fleshed out. Starting with a dreamy, insta-love age-play novelette, ending with a full-length novel about a triad finally finding their way after many hiccups. The Touch Series is in many ways my baby.

The Game Series is different. Not only because my play has advanced over the years but because I’ve learned that BDSM isn’t about toys and playrooms. It’s about people.

The series started out pretty easy. Two Tops accidentally falling in love. Chemistry is a controlling little bitch, and we can’t help who we fall for. So in Top Priority, I wanted two Daddy Doms to get knocked on their asses. But they found their way, and then they found it again in Their Boy, where they meet their third. Happily ever after for everyone!

In Breathless, I wanted to delve into sadism. Those of you who follow me on Facebook know I lovingly (sometimes not-so-lovingly) refer to my partner as The Sadist. Because he is one. Big-time Sadist. Many ouchies. So much pain.

He’s a bit of a dick too. (I love you!)

But anyway. Because of that troll, and our experiences, Breathless was an outlet. I wrote what I’d actually lived through, in many of the cases, definitely not all.

I won’t spoil anything.

Now comes Doll Parts

Doll Parts is the next book in the Game Series, and it’s…different. It took me weeks to figure out if I disliked my own writing or if I loved it. Then it slowly dawned on me that I knew these characters. I’ve met versions of them in every BDSM community I’ve been in. I’d finally reached my own goal of portraying kink the way I wanted to, because I was writing people who actually exist. Not to mention scenes that’ve happened so many times.

The imperfect Master. The Daddy who has his own insecurities. The kinksters who don’t abide to every safety rule there is. The scene that didn’t live up to everyone’s expectations. Limits changing. Dynamics evolving because someone is poly and another is monogamous. Kinksters with mental health problems and disabilities. Different body types. (Although, so far, I’ve given you nothing but abs and tattoos! But don’t worry, I can’t wait for y’all to meet Gael. He’s a sweetheart.)

BDSM brings ALL kinds of people together, and all their various shades of different will alter their new relationships, their fetishes, and their views.

That’s what I wanna write. That’s what I’m writing. Those are the people I wanna give Happily Ever Afters to.

I’m excited for you to read Doll Parts. It has all the puzzle pieces. (That will make sense when you’ve read it.)

I’m excited for you to meet Noa, Cameron, Lucian, and KC.

I’m excited for you to see their differences coming together.

No pun intended.

(I’m also really excited about Out of the Ashes, the book that follows, but that’s a story for another day.)

Before I wrap up, I thought I’d give you a li’l teaser from Doll Parts.

PEACE,

Cara

*

Doll Parts Teaser

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and wondered how the hell I hadn’t connected the dots sooner. Fuck, it was hot. I ran a hand through my hair and looked around me. The restaurant was right on the corner of a busy intersection, and the sleepy locals on their way to brunch were sharing the sidewalk with tourists.

Maybe I should text him and call it off…

“Excuse me, are you going to the munch?”

I cocked my head to the guy to my left. He was about my age, I estimated.

“What if I didn’t know what a munch was?”

He grinned, and it was hot. Hot and cute. “I would’ve said never mind and hightailed it out of here,” he replied. “But I’ve been around long enough to spot someone too nervous to join an event.”

Oh. I wasn’t nervous to join an event. My very first munch, I’d been the first to arrive.

I scratched my head. “I’m stalling because I’m pretty sure I’m barging into someone else’s territory,” I admitted. “My mom’s ex-husband is kinky too.”

The guy made a yikes-face, and I felt the need to elaborate.

“I check his Instagram sometimes, and if he posts four pictures every month, one is from this place,” I explained. “Usually with a caption like ‘Luke is teaching me to post foodporn, whatever that is’ and ‘Macklin’s eggs Benedict are a bit of a religious experience.’”

I could tell I’d mentioned names the guy recognized. I was right. This was the munch of KC’s kink community. Motherfucker. I’d seen eight pictures from this place on KC’s dusty Instagram—or parts of the place. Mostly from the rooftop terrace. Maybe that was where they hosted the munch.

“You know them, don’t you?” I pressed.

The guy smiled uncertainly and shrugged slightly. “We take integrity seriously, but…”

Yeah.

“Who’s your mother’s ex-husband?”

“KC Hayles.”

He nodded once. He’d heard that name too. Then he eyed someone else, or two someones, coming up the sidewalk. They were twins. Hot-as-shit set of twins in their forties.

One of them smirked upon seeing the guy I’d been talking to. “You hidin’, Cameron?”

I observed the guy’s reaction. Cameron. A crooked grin full of mischief lit up his face. He was really fucking cute, and I didn’t usually feel attraction toward men my age. He was a bit taller than me but not much. Blue eyes.

“Does that sound like something I would do, Sir?” Cameron countered. Definitely a submissive.

One of the twins chuckled and ruffled Cameron’s shaggy, dirty-blond hair. “See you upstairs, boy.” He spared me the quickest of glances, lifted his brow a little, maybe in curiosity, before he and his brother took the steps up to the restaurant.

Cameron turned back to me. “It’s possible you’ve stumbled upon your stepdad’s community.”

I figured. “I’ll just reschedule with the guy I was gonna meet. Thanks for letting me know.”

It wasn’t too important I met him today anyway. It was only a bite to eat to see if I was compatible to play with him and his boyfriend.

Cameron cleared his throat. “Hey, wait. If you know KC… Does that mean you know Lucian too?”

That would be a stretch. “I’ve met him a few times, sure. I wouldn’t say I know him, though.” I’d had my suspicions about Lucian—that he was kinky too. It wasn’t a surprise whatsoever to have it confirmed. He was big-time Master material. “Why, are you together or something?”

Cameron snorted. “I wish. No, he’s with some dude who’s manipulating him like fucking whoa, and Lucian won’t see it.”

I frowned. That didn’t compute with my impression of Lucian.

“Anyway,” Cameron went on. “Here’s a crazy idea. You wanna get out of here and grab a burger or something? Your plan fell through, and I can think of better things to do than watch Lucian and his little troll.”

I stood straighter instantly. This guy wanted to hang out? Fuck yes! I could use a new friend. “Absolutely,” I said, sticking out my hand. “I’m Noa.”

Cameron smiled, visibly relieved. “Cameron.”

*

The Game Series

#1, Top Priority – HERE – Colt/Lucas

#2, Their Boy – HERE – Kit/Colt/Lucas

#3, Breathless – HERE – Shay/River/Reese

#3.5, The Air That I Breathe – HERE – River/Reese

#4, Doll Parts – Coming in February! – Cam/Noa/Lucian/KC

#5, Out of the Ashes – TBA – Kingsley/Tate/Franklin

#6, TBA

Tips n’ Trix #1: Writer’s Block

More often lately, I get emails and messages from new writers asking for advice and/or for me to read their first novel. And while I rarely have the time to read, I don’t want to turn anyone away either, because who doesn’t remember being new and uncertain about how the industry works?

As an avid list-maker, I can think of no better assistance than compiling lists of my own go-to advice for when things go south one way or another. Writer’s block is one of those things, so I thought I’d start with that.

I have a handful projects that’ve left me completely stumped. I can’t write a single word on those stories. Some projects aren’t meant to be; some are meant to wait until I’m in a different mental space or period of my life. Those characters simply have to be patient. But most of the time, really, I can shatter that block. Because sometimes I have to admit to myself that the reason I have a writer’s block is because I’m lazy and have half-assed something in the writing process, like character development or a plot point. Therefore, a writer’s block is a good indicator for me to go back and see what I can do different. Like a built-in radar saying hold up, this doesn’t pass the test.

1.) Give your character a personality test. Sometimes I haven’t taken enough to time to get to know my character, and if I’m struggling to write them, I go to www.16personalities.com and answer as the person I’m writing. Is he a leader type? Is she introverted? Does he work with his hands? Will she cancel on that party because she’s drained after a long day? Is she the kind of woman who will lose three hours doing Buzzfeed quizzes? (If the answer is yes, I go to Buzzfeed too.) Giving my character more layers kick-start the writing more often than not.

2.) Music is a big part of writing for me, as it is for many authors. If I fail to connect with my character, I make sure I’m listening to the right music. The book isn’t about me, so I shouldn’t be listening to music I like. I should go for the music my character enjoys. Sometimes the Sadist comes home and finds me blasting some obscure metal band, and he’ll just stare at me like I’ve lost my mind. And I’ll yell, it’s not for me! It’s for a character. And the funny thing is, that makes sense to him. He’s so used to my writer quirks by now. 🙂 Either way, it’s another helpful way to become one with whoever I’m writing, and it doesn’t stop at music. If you gotta walk a mile in your character’s shoes, go ahead. Cook their favorite food, watch their favorite TV shows, etc.

3.) Time to go back. Many times when I can’t seem to type another word in a story, it’s that radar going off. I’ve done something wrong. Something is messed up with the story. So I go back and figure out what part I’m not completely satisfied with. If my characters are alive and kicking in my brain, chances are they will let me know. Hey, woman, what you wrote here is out of character for me.

4.) No, I mean it, the book isn’t about me. Occasionally, that block gets slammed into place when I realize I’ve inserted myself into the story. I go back and reread my words and see that they’re my opinions, my views, not my character’s. That’s a big no-no. Casey as a secondary character in Path of Destruction is one of them. I loved writing that guy; he was so sweet and funny and equally insecure and ballsy, and it sort of swept me away. I began writing musings that reflected my own person, and then I stopped. I couldn’t write more. I also couldn’t figure out why because I liked this dude! I could relate to him. And of course I could. As I went back, it was clear as day. He’d taken over the story that wasn’t even about him, and the words he spoke were mine. I rewrote every word in the scenes he was in. I was mildly freaked out too, and felt the need to distance myself from him. That’s why I made him a Pepsi lover. #TeamCokeZero.

5.) Push it. A story has to flow naturally to be good, but it’s important to see the difference between the story and the writing. Being an author is still a job, and no job is 100% “go with the flow.” Sometimes I have to push myself to write. Some scenes and chapters are less fun but necessary, and if I always followed the “only write when you want to” rule, I’d never finish a book. Imagine telling a businessman to only do what’s fun. Imagine telling a factory worker to only work when he felt like it. It doesn’t work that way. A cocky wiseguy pops up in my head and goes, nah, motherfucker, get outta hea’ wid’at shit. (His name is Dominic, and he is loud.)

6.) …but sometimes, you gotta walk away. Take a break. Watch TV, go shopping, head out for a long walk. Clear your head. Staring at a document all day, without the ability to add more words, will only make us blind and pissed off. This is how certain items get chucked at the wall. So spare your phone or the nearby remote control and step away. Sometimes a few hours are enough, sometimes you need a week or more. Come back with a fresh perspective and perhaps new impressions and events to add to the story.

7.) Which brings us to…PLOT TWIST. This is sort of a final resort for me, and it has to make sense; it has to be what was missing. But every now and then, a plot twist is the right answer and will bring the writing back to life.

Last but not least, I have some advice on how to prevent a writer’s block. As everything else here, the advice is highly individual, and what works for me might not work for you.

1.) If you find yourself staring up the hill of Mt. Writer’s block frequently, it might be a good idea to change your writing process/strategy. Speaking from my own experience, I used to have the entire story mapped out in my head. And I got bored. I got so freaking bored because I already knew what was going to happen, and I need the writing to surprise me with twists and turns too. So I stopped mind-mapping and figuring it all out before I started. Now, before I begin, I know the gist. I know the beginning, I know the ending, and I know the major plot points. The rest…I let the characters lead the way. This is why my two closest, Lisa and Eliza, laugh their asses off whenever I claim, I’m gonna write a short novella! Let’s just say, Dirty Chef was supposed to be a short story. Their Boy(!) was supposed to be a novella. Same with We Have Till Dawn, We Have Till Monday, and The Job. Safe to say, my head bitches in charge don’t trust me for shit.

1.5.) Or you could need the opposite. If you get stuck because your mind is a chaotic mess and you can’t untangle the web you’re weaving, perhaps you’d do better with a mind map or a list. A quick summary of each chapter could help you stay on track.

2.) Is writing your full-time job? Do you have kids running around you all day? Is life busy? My rule of thumb is to finish a first draft fairly quickly. That way, the story is the only thing that exists in my head, and I don’t sidestep or forget what I’ve written. It stays fresh in my memory, from start to finish. But with this approach, I have to adjust my writing to fit my personal life. If life is busy and I’m juggling one too many projects, I’ll write a shorter and simpler story. I save the monster projects that require months of research for when I have the time to sit down and really get into it. No book deserves to be half-assed, amirite?

There you have it! I hope at least some of it was helpful and that you can crush that writer’s block.

Until next time,

-Cara

The O’Sullivan Outlaws are Ready to Steal You Away – New MM Release!

The O’Sullivan brothers will steal you away to the grit and glitz of Las Vegas in this fast-paced romance. 

MM Romance | Family | Crime | Humor | Suspense | Standalone

I’m not supposed to do this job without Boone.

We may not share genes, but it’s been us against the world since his mom took me in as a toddler. The rowdy O’Sullivan boys who raised all the hell that Vegas could handle. Not that all my memories are wild and make my heart race. After all, I realized I was in love with the bastard at some point, so there’s been plenty of pathetic yearning and jealousy too. 

Even so, it’s been him and me. Brothers, partners in crime, and, for the past six years, co-parents to an amazing little girl. But that’s another story. Right now, I gotta focus on the job our cousin gave us, and I need Boone by my side.

The problem is we haven’t really been on speaking terms for four years now.

Click Here | The Job on Amazon | Click Here

This story takes place in Cara Dee’s Camassia Cove Universe, a fictional town where all books stand on their own, unless otherwise stated, and the reader can jump in wherever they want. 

My Autistic Perspective as an Author

Tomorrow is #WorldAutismAwarenessDay, and I thought it was fitting to write a post about that on the day I send my next novel to my editor. Because I’m rarely so autistic as I am after I’ve finished a big project. 

It happens the moment I click save and send it off. Like a flip of a switch, the research brain that’s been running on fumes with 74 open tabs begins to power down, and I find myself sitting on the couch with a Coke Zero, staring off into space, without the ability to grasp what’s going on in my head. My thoughts become jumbled, exhaustion kicks in, and I become hypersensitive to new impressions. 

This is the wrong time to ask me what’s for dinner, because chances are I won’t be able to make up my mind and I’ll just start crying instead. Which sounds way more dramatic than it is; it’s just how decompression works for me. I need space, and I need quiet to untangle the mess in my noggin’. 

At times, it almost feels like I’m drunk. I get sluggish and a bit dopey. 🙂 Because it’s a release too. All the tension from intense work starts to fade away, and that’s definitely a nice feeling!

I do wish I was better at sharing personal thoughts about this on social media sometimes, not necessarily for my own sake, but because I know there are many undiagnosed people out there who grow up thinking there’s something wrong with them. That was me for the longest time, until I was in my twenties. I process things differently, whether it’s humor or grief, my daily schedule or my long-term goals in life, the news or music I’ve listened to, etcetera. I compartmentalize like a pro, and it’s a coping mechanism to keep my organized chaos somewhat tidy. 

Different doesn’t equal wrong, though. Sure, there are things that get lost in translation with neurotypical people, but mishaps are part of life. It’s partly why I enjoy writing autistic characters, because it gives me a chance to journal my own experiences behind the face of a character. So while I may not often share personal thoughts on Facebook, there’s truth in every fictional character I produce. A bit of it, anyway! It’s also a way to show readers how autistic persons might process something, or how some of us reach certain conclusions. 

An added bonus, a humbling one, is having readers reach out to me—often mothers of autistic children—who worry about the future. Parents want their kids to grow up happy and have the same opportunities as everyone else, of course. Find love, work, friends, and so on. Things that no one can ever promise anyone—but the scenarios we paint, those of us who write autistic characters in contemporary fiction, can at least show possibilities. We can, to an extent, bridge a gap between questions and answers, worries and hopes. And that’s pretty cool to me.

Of course, this is still fiction. While I think extensive research is the backbone to any good book, I’m not one of those who demand 100% accuracy in every portrayal. Sometimes I stumble upon posts on Facebook and Twitter where people more or less lose their shit over something they’ve read, and they found it entirely unrelatable. Yeah, well. Someone else might relate. I’ve read autistic characters that make me cock an eyebrow and go, “Yeah, right!” But you know, we’re not all the same. Far from it. Not everyone will relate to my characters either. They’re not meant to. I’d like for my characters to stand on their own, and if someone finds themselves nodding along and thinking, hey, I’m just like that, it’s another bonus. 

My point is, I appreciate authors who want to challenge themselves and write something new. They don’t need to know someone with autism, they don’t have to be autistic, just give it a go. Research and write your heart out. To me, intentions matter.

Awareness is always good. It leads to discussions and open debates. 

It leads to more perspectives. 

This is just mine.

xo,

Cara

Exclusive Content from Cara (Plus a new release!)

Hi there! 

I’ve copy-pasted my newsletter here today, because I wanted y’all to get a look at the changes I’m introducing. Because, free outtakes and stuff. So here goes!

Starting right now, my newsletter will look a little different. You’ll receive an update from me once a month—no more, no less—and you can count on exclusive content. For instance, every newsletter will have a free outtake from one of my books! Or rather, from the couples I write about. Sometimes it’ll be a one-page shorty, sometimes a 30-page monstrosity 😉 More often than not, somewhere in between.

But first! A hot, spankin’ new release that goes live tomorrow, on Nov 19. Available for preorder!

MM | Autism in Romance | Roleplay | Age Difference | Standalone
Nicky Fender retired from sex work two years ago and never looked back. Then an offer he can’t refuse comes his way, and he agrees to one last exclusive arrangement. But when he meets Gideon, this older, smoking hot, uncertain, filthy, autistic businessman on a quest to explore his sexuality, Nicky wishes sunrise would never come.


Available in Kindle Unlimited!

Join us for release day shenanigans in my Facebook group on November 19-20! You can find my group here.

Nicky and his brother are musicians, and they have their own playlist on Spotify. You can follow it right here.

Before I unleash the first outtake on y’all, I just wanted to mention that I’m currently working on several projects, including Kellan and Shannon’s story (an MM standalone spinoff from the This Life Universe,) the next book for Gray and Darius, a secret project, and an MF titled Her All Along. If you’re a fan of Darius in the Auctioned Series, not to mention the rest of the Quinn family, Her All Along will give you a big glimpse into their past. But more on that later!

Here’s your first outtake, and I will see you in the next newsletter, which will be about the release of River and Reese’s taboo prequel. Speaking of River and Reese…

Okay, so here’s where the outtake goes, but if you wanna read it, you’ll find it in my newsletter right here. And to make sure you don’t miss the future outtakes, you can subscribe here!

One last thing before I go. My web shop is live again. Until next time!

Breathless Release!

“Will you beat me without knowing why I want it?”

I’m used to rejection by Sadists at this point. No one wants to beat me or skip aftercare; they wanna talk and get all up in my business—where they don’t freaking belong. But I give it one more try when I spot River and Reese Tenley at a kink party. The only thing bigger than them is their reputation as hardcore Sadists. To the memories of grief and why I’m seeking punishment, I ask them to hurt me.

“Sure. It’s your funeral.”

MMM | The Game Series | BDSM | Book 3 | Standalone | Sadomasochism | Daddykink

Breathless goes live tomorrow, on September 15, but you can preorder right now! Just click HERE to pick up your copy.

Until next time!

-Cara

Adding Layers to Characters

GS 3 Tablet

Hi there, long time no see and all that. Yes, I just heard my editor complain about that very first sentence in my head. Like a character, she lives there permanently and pipes up every now and then.

Zip it, I tell her, now’s not the time.

So! I hope y’all are feeling all right in these weird times. I’m currently trying to make my deadline and finish writing Breathless, the next book in the Game Series, before my birthday on July 23rd. But today I woke up feeling generally off. Headache, stomachache, and some mild nausea. Not enough to throw my ass on the bed and declare myself dying in hopes of lots of sympathy from the man in the house, but enough to completely pull me away from my writing.

Well, sort of.

Breathless is going to be a somewhat angsty, hotter-than-hell, eventually sweet kink story about Shay Acton, a young man who’s lost most of his family, and twin Sadists River and Reese Tenley. It’s a standalone piece, but for those following the series, it’s a “Finally! We get the twins!” As they’ve already made appearances in the previous two books. 🙂

And you know what’s freaking impossible to write when you’re not feeling well?

Sizzling hot kink. Yeah. It’s not happening today.

However

My passion has always been to write everyday heroes and heroines, with everyday struggles, realistic misfortunes and mishaps happening, and all those insignificant human isms. They go to the bathroom, they sneeze when their noses tickle, they get food poisoning, they have cramps, headaches, and mood swings.

They get sick sometimes.

Yeah! Guess who I just gave a fever? Shay will battle this off day with me; I will get back to writing, and he will just suffer with me. The words sure as heck flow easier when I can get into the scene properly and relate to what he’s feeling, and I think…I think the Tenley twins need to give him ice cream and cuddles.

To be frank, I want ice cream too.

Much love,

Cara

Linky link: The Game Series.

Daddy kink | Age difference | Realistic BDSM | S/M | …and much more.