The Head and the Heart: CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Once again, the goddess vanished, leaving Psyche alone in turmoil. Would these tests ever end? Was this some kind of game of torture that Aphrodite would play until old age sapped Psyche’s strength and wits? Just thinking about it made her jaw clench almost as tightly as her fists, and she nearly gave in to the urge to tear out her hair.

“I am worthy!” shouted Psyche, unable to stop the words from bursting forth. She lifted her gaze to the sky and whispered. “You will see.”

Still panting, she peered up at the mountain, assessing the difficulty of the task thusly. There was no path that led up to the waterfall. She would have to scale sheer rock walls; jamming her fingers into shallow cracks and gripping outcroppings with her toes. Provided she did not slip and fall to her death, what vessel did she have with which to carry her charge to Aphrodite?

Psyche closed her eyes and rubbed her throbbing temples. It seemed as though, of all the tasks she had been given, this might be the most impossible.

The sound of her husband’s laughter echoed through her aching head just then. The rich register of it rang in her ears, and it brought with it a fresh wave of resolve. She would do anything to hear him laugh again, to feel her cheeks flush from bringing her love such delight with her playful quips.

Psyche sprinted to the base of the mountain and began to climb. She grunted like a wild boar each time she pulled herself up, panting like worn out prey when she stopped to gather strength for the next round of her ascent.

The higher she climbed, the fiercer and colder the wind became, punishing her with her own long strands of hair by whipping them in her face. Her fingers went numb, her toes already bleeding from scraping against the sharp edges of rock.

Many hours later, Psyche sighed with exhaustion as she crawled onto a small plateau to rest. She looked down over the edge, then quickly flung herself backward, clinging to the mountain so she wouldn’t accidentally go tumbling over. It felt like she had been climbing for days. In reality, she discovered, she had ascended no more than a few hundred feet. A fall from this height would surely kill her, but there was still so much farther to go.

She craned her neck upward to survey the distance. The mist from the waterfall continued to dampen her clothes, which were nothing more than filthy and torn rags, without sympathy. Psyche dropped her head, contemplating whether or not to curl in on herself for warmth and rest before resuming. Several drops left small, dark circles on the rocks near her feet. Whether they were from her dripping hair or weeping eyes, she couldn’t find the energy to care.

“Eros, oh, my heart,” said Psyche, praying aloud even though the wind stole the sound. “I fear we shall never meet again, for this may be a test I cannot pass. So, I must tell you now that which I cannot say to your divine being in person. I am sorry, with all my heart, and I beg for your forgiveness. If you cannot, then I hope one day you will at least remember the tenderness of our love, the trueness. I will forever and always—”

An eagle’s cry pierced through the wind.

Psyche clung to the rocky wall as she watched the enormous bird circle in the sky above her. She twisted her body, hugging her side to the rock when the eagle dove at her, a gust of wind tousling her hair as it flew past her with great speed. With that flinching movement, something within her satchel pressed into her ribs. Confused, she pulled the bag from her side to examine its sudden and mysterious contents.

A jar, with a stopper to keep whatever it held from spilling out, and two coins the likes of which she had never seen.

The eagle cried again, louder this time, before doubling back and heading straight for her. Psyche shrank in terror when it landed a scant few feet from her, keeping its wings spread for balance in the treacherous wind.

This was no ordinary eagle, that was plain. It was larger, much larger, and shone like the finest of precious metals, as if dipped into molten gold.

The eagle of Zeus.

Holding out a razor-nailed talon, the golden bird screamed again. Terrified and trembling, Psyche crouched before the enormous creature. Had Zeus heard her instead of Eros, growing weary of her futile attempts at a reunion and sending this divine symbol of his power to put her out of her misery?

The eagle unleashed another call, then suddenly took flight. It soared over to the waterfall then, diving low, it flew along the edge, dragging a talon along the black water to send up a foaming white spray.

Understanding caused Psyche jump to her feet, despite the danger the quick and sudden motion presented. She wrenched open the satchel, pulling out the water jar and removing the stopper before carefully setting the jar at the edge of the plateau. Gratitude filled her heart once more, welling then bubbling out of her in the form of laughter when the golden eagle swooped down to snatch it.

Psyche watched as it clutched the jar in one great talon and flew to the waterfall without haste. It dipped the jar into the black water, and Psyche reached out her hands to catch the jar when the eagle flew low and dropped it. The jar landed in her waiting hands, only a little of the water sloshing out, and she immediately secured it so no more would spill.

The eagle’s massive wings lifted it higher into the sky, and Psyche looked on in awe as it passed through the clouds and disappeared into the heavens that lay beyond. Glad for her luck, Psyche placed the jar inside the satchel and went to make her way back down the mountain when there came a voice.

“It seems as though you have not only drawn the attention of mortals but have curried the favor of gods. Patience, strength, cunning… You have passed every test I have set before you. But not without pity from the highest among us, Zeus himself, a matter of fact I cannot control. And, so, I must acquiesce.”

Psyche drew in a sharp breath. Finally, she would know how to reach Eros, her friend, her lover… her husband.

“I will speak to my son on your behalf, vouching for your sincerity and urging him to return to you.” The goddess appeared, floating larger than life in the air before Psyche, with shining waves of hair rippling languidly despite the harsh mountain winds.

“But first, you must do one last thing for me. These tests have left me feeling rather drained and dull. I must be refreshed, and who better to help the goddess of beauty than one who has proven herself so worthy? Replace the water in your jar with a beauty elixir made from the dew of spring flowers, a remedy for my ailment only the queen of the Underworld can provide.”

“The Underworld?” asked Psyche, incredulous. “No mortal has ever ventured into the realm of Hades and come back to the land of the living to tell the tale.”

Aphrodite tilted her head. “But you have been so resourceful. Surely you can achieve it. Think of how heartened Eros will be to know that you have done such a great favor for his mother.”

“I know of no entrance into the spirit world other than death. How will I find it?”

The fabric of the goddess’s golden threads, held in place by a dazzling golden girdle, swirled as she moved.

“Why, it is there,” she said, pointing to the dark cave from which the waterfall flowed. “I will even spirit you there myself if you agree, so that you may not waste time climbing the rest of the way.”

Psyche swallowed hard, already knowing her answer. She would go into the Underworld for whatever Aphrodite wanted, no matter the cost, and the knowledge of that certainty dropped into the pit of her stomach. Would she be able to convince Persephone, bride of Hades, goddess of spring, queen of all who—and what—dwelled below ground, to hold audience with her, a mere mortal?

In spite of her doubt, Psyche squared her shoulders, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She must try. If not for the sake of reuniting with Eros then to see her fate, whatever it may be, through to the end.

“I will honor your last request and bring you the elixir of spring, goddess. But when I return from the realm of the dead, you must promise to honor mine.”

Aphrodite’s lips curled into the faintest hint of a smile, but her aquamarine eyes flashed brightly. “You have my word.”

Psyche gasped in disbelief at the binding words that came out of the goddess’s mouth. If Psyche retrieved the elixir, Aphrodite would send Eros to her. Psyche had been careful with her demand, allowing no room for double meaning or trickery. Aphrodite would have to honor her vow.

Both pride at having achieved such a cunning deal and uncertainty that perhaps it hadn’t been wise at all to negotiate with a goddess raced through Psyche with equal force, making her legs shaky and weak. The resigned look on Aphrodite’s face should have been a good sign that the bargain between mortal and goddess had been well struck.

Why, then, did Psyche feel like it was the worst of omens?


🏳️‍🌈 LGBTQ+ Indie Authors

It’s PRIDE month! To celebrate the LGBTQ+ community, and also support Indie  authors, I’ve put together  a list of  books you can buy, read, and lovingly cuddle afterward.

From sweet to steamy to flaming hot… Paranormal, Sci-fi, Fantasy, Romantic Comedy, and Cyberpunk… there is something for everyone.





Abra Pressler

Aspiring chef Luciano Jilani dreams of reopening his late mother’s restaurant, but as a takeaway delivery driver, he’s barely making ends meet.

Anse Meyer is a diplomat and an abysmal cook, relying on takeaway and frozen meals as he struggles with the demands of his ‘dream job’.

When they meet via the delivery app, it’s an awkward encounter with a handsome stranger. But then it happens again. And again.


Arizona Tape

Rich people with fat wallets shimmer.

Risa has always been able to sense the presence of money and riches on her marks long before she picks their pocket. They shimmer.

Unable to explain her unique ability, it takes being collected by a group of mysterious magicians for things to start falling into place. They promise to tell her all about her powers in return for a service. To hustle the richest vampire in the city. After a rough life on the streets, she’s just the woman for the job.


Autumn Breeze

Necropolis, a city of mythical creatures, magic, and the occasional miracle, is host to a vicious power struggle between two prominent families.

The only solution is an alliance—an arranged marriage—uniting two men born to hate one another.





Jaxon Knight

There are three golden rules for new recruits at Fairyland Theme Park:

1. No breaking character, even if you’re dying of heat exhaustion
2. Always give guests the most magical time
3. No falling in love.

Nate’s only been at work one day, and he’s already broken all three.



Joanne Ganci

Falling down the Rabbit Hole changed my life…

Once upon a time I was sweet and innocent. A girl with a different name, from an altogether different world.

But that was a long time ago. So long, I barely remember who she was.

Who I was.

A lot changed when I fell into the deepest depths of the Rabbit Hole…


Jonathan Lazar

How do you navigate adulthood?

That is the question 30-something year old Jeffrey must learn in order to not get lost in the complications caused by the love he has for two men. Meanwhile an old flame shows that love is more complicated than what is seen in the movies.

Will Jeffrey manage?

Or will he be forever dreaming of the perfect lover?



Martina McAtee

Ember Denning prefers the dead. She spends her days skipping school in the cemetery and her nights working at a funeral home to avoid her alcoholic father. But that won’t be a problem anymore. He’s dead, and Ember is about to learn her life until now has just been a series of carefully crafted lies and her real life…well, it’s a lot stranger than she’d ever imagined.

Reapers, witches, shifters, and fae all converge in a town in the middle of the Florida panhandle where Ember must learn a hard to swallow, terrifying truth…



M.S. Linsenmayer

Soldier, spy, prisoner of war… retired. But a war is coming, and if she can’t stop it, she will have to steal it… Even if it costs her heart.

Major Eryma Soteira has been called a lot of things in her life, most of them rhymed with hitch. But now the world has changed, and both her enemies and her allies race after the same unearthly thing; a weapon of the gods, fallen from the stars themselves, lost in the frozen wastes of Siberia.

It was time for Eryma to be called something new:



MT Finnberg

A young queen crowned in haste, a chambermaid turned bodyguard, and a desperate run turned assassination plot…

With the kingdom under siege, Lyria and Milla make a desperate run for the kingdom’s Summer Castle.

Betrayed, they must team up with an unlikely ally, more monster than man — a dark fae military leader, Cantillion.




O.E. Tearmann

Aidan Headly never wanted to be the man giving orders. That’s fine with the Democratic State Force base he’s been assigned to command: they don’t like to take orders…

Aidan is their last chance. If he can pull off his assignment as Commander and yank his ragtag crew of dreamers and fighters together, maybe they can get back to doing what they came to do: fighting for a country worth living in.




Phoebe Alexander

As a teacher, I’m used to being on the playground. But I never thought I’d be the one swinging.

I’m also a wife and mother, always trying to keep everyone happy. My sons just left for college, forcing me to see how far apart my husband and I have grown. I feel like a damn cliché.

Then the teacher down the hall with questionable morals introduces me to her friends. They’re swingers.




VS Holmes

No one fights dirtier than an archaeologist.

Foul-mouthed Dr. Nel Bently has every archaeologist’s dream: a pristine site, new crew, and a private patron to fund her passion for dirt. With her trowel barely into the dry earth of Chile’s coast, however, Nel learns their work is being sabotaged.

The local activists Los Pobladores take issue with anyone brave or stubborn enough to set boots on their land. Nel refuses to give up the site that will make her career to vandals and looters, but she must protect both her friends and her life’s work. With a benefactor playing chess with their lives, radiocarbon dates that are downright supernatural, and angry militants who may actually have a point, Nel is ready to fight dirty.


Wendy Hewlett

Detective Constable Raven Bowen’s life seems to be falling apart around her. Her Wiccan mother, Ena Bowen, has recently passed to spirit and even though Raven hasn’t seen or spoken to her in twelve years, she feels the loss.

Then there’s her relationship with her lesbian lover, Riley Gallagher, which ended rather abruptly and Raven only has herself to blame.

When the body of a young woman is discovered with the spring thaw, Raven takes on a new case and isn’t impressed when her sergeant assigns a rookie to investigate it with her.


Zarina Macha

Anne Mason’s childhood in Richmond emulates suburban bliss, with a wealthy father and a loving mother. But behind the polished windows, Anne’s father terrorizes her mother, shattering their utopian home life with beatings and beer. Home-schooled on a diet of books and museums, knowledge becomes Anne’s only saviour…

Forced to confront her traumatic upbringing, Anne learns the horrors of the past and present. Will love, hope, and inner strength prevail?







Valentine’s Day Anthology

Hey, hey! Guess what? Our utterly adorable cinnamon roll, Cupid, is at it again, and just in time for Valentine’s Day!

Myself and five other authors got together to bring you both sweet and sexy stories in a fun little “Valentines Gone Wrong” anthology. And boy oh boy, do things ever go sideways for our lovable matchmaker…

Worst. Valentine’s. Day. Ever.

Eros pulled back his bow, aimed, and let it rip. He straightened, ready to pat himself on the back for a perfect shot, when the tip of the arrow stopped just shy of Cecelia’s heart, the whole thing bouncing off her chest like a rubber ball. In fact, it went into reverse, making a slight arc as it sailed through the air back toward him. He reached up and caught it at the exact moment his heart took the express route to his stomach.

Six sweet and sexy stories of love lost & love found


Excerpt time!

The scorching Oklahoma sun beat down on Daphne. She didn’t mind, though, because she was at what was quickly becoming one of her favorite places in the world. The Caddo County farmer’s market.
“Thanks for the ride, Judy,” she said before proceeding to unload a few dozen baskets of vegetables from the back of the pickup truck. It belonged to Judy Pitkins, one half of the adorable old couple that lived a mile down the road from Sam.
“You bet, Dee.” Judy wiggled her fingers at her before heading to her table to arrange jars of preserves next to the metal tabletop rack adorned with handmade wind chimes and dream catchers.
The brim of her cowboy hat protected Daphne’s face. Her arms, however, got the full brunt of UV rays as she carried the large baskets over to the permanent vegetable stand Sam had built several years ago.
“Remember to drink plenty of water, missy. She’s a hot one today.” Judy called out to Daphne when she walked by with the last bushel of radishes.
Sweat dotted Daphne’s upper lip as she made sure the tape holding the “ART FOR SALE” sign to the front of the table she’d set up next to the vegetable stand was secure. She took off her hat to swipe at her forehead with the back of her hand before using it to fan herself. Hat replaced atop her head, she settled into a folding chair. After hooking the heels of her boots on the support bar, she took a long sip of her vanilla iced latte and leaned over to arrange the small watercolor paintings for optimal viewing.
It was her third time at the market. She’d sold a lot of vegetables, sure, but she’d gotten a lot more than money in return. She’d made friends, and she’d even made sixty dollars of her own so far selling paintings. True, most folks just wanted to look, but if she struck up a conversation, asked them about their lives, they tended to do more than that. Their smiles were all different, crooked ones just as precious at the straight ones. Their bellies jiggled when they chuckled. Their eyes sparkled when giggles turned into laughs, the corners crinkling into beautiful lines, showing signs of good times and bad. And with each person who stopped by her table, she fell a little deeper in love with the human race.
On the other hand, while it felt amazing to get to know them, to hear their stories and grin at their gossip, she’d probably have the money she needed to pay back Sam for the boots sooner rather than later. Once she paid him back, there was really no good reason to stick around.
She was getting too attached to Sam, which was not the plan.
She inhaled a lungful of dusty air, resigned not to think about that just yet, and opened the romance novel Judy had lent her. Absently shaking the ice in her clear plastic cup, she continued to read about rakish dukes falling in love with independent ladies. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes raced across the page, devouring each word and trying not to miss a single one while also trying to get to the good part, the part where they . . .
“I’ve often wondered what radishes tasted like,” a voice interrupted her reading.
It was deep and smooth. Regal in pitch and tone. Familiar.
Daphne bolted upright, heart pounding hard and fast like the hooves of a wild mustang. She wanted to take off like one, too. The book in her hand bounced off her leg before falling to the ground, as a book tends to do when the person holding it loses feeling in their fingers.
“I jest. I prefer Ambrosia.” Apollo peered down at her with those striking blue eyes of his. “Hello, Daphne.”
An alarmed huff rocketed from her throat, followed by a scratchy whisper. “How? How did you find me so fast?”
His gaze dropped to the card table for an instant. “It wasn’t that difficult.”
Daphne’s head throbbed against her temples in time with her frustration. Why? Why? Why? “Why can’t you leave me be?”
“Come now, Daphne.” Apollo tapped his fingers on the table twice, as if he had no time or inclination for ignorance but was trying to remain patient. “We both know the answer to that.”
Her cheeks grew hot, and her lips pressed together. He was being patronizing, and the fists at her sides itched to thank him for it by landing a solid punch.
Apollo took stock of her tightly balled hands, the firm set of her jaw, the daggers shooting from her eyes. “I know you dislike me.” There was an uncharacteristic air of uncertainty in his words. “But I think it’s just because you don’t know me. We’ve never really gotten a chance to get to know one another.”
Daphne launched the daggers at him. Was he serious? She knew exactly who he was, a relentless bastard. What else was there to know?
“The real me,” he finished hastily.
“Is there a real you? The mighty Apol—” She caught herself and stopped. The young woman at the table to the right gazed out over the market, pretending to be oblivious to the commotion, but Daphne knew better. As much as the residents were growing on her, this was a small town, with a close-knit community of folks who made it a point to know every birth and keep track of every death. Who knew who was dating and who’d just broken up. And who was fighting with whom. Caddo County was one giant grapevine.
“Paul,” offered Apollo.
Daphne snorted. “Paul?” Clever, but he was still an asshole. “Worshiped and adored for his brilliance.”
“And strength,” he added, his eyebrows lifting. “You know, because I’ve single-handedly won . . .”
Did he really think she would finally, after all these centuries, be impressed?
“Ugh.” Daphne groaned. She was the furthest thing from it. “My gods, you are the worst.”
“I’m not . . .”
Was that hurt flashing in his sky-blue eyes, darkening to storm cloud gray as he spoke? His golden aura heated, glowing like the sun, and Daphne cringed.
“The worst at anything,” he finished. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be. I’ve changed—or at least I’m trying. Look, I have a plan. All you have to do is trust me.”

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If you haven’t started the Eros & Co. series yet, now is the perfect time! THE BUSINESS OF LOVE is ON SALE FOR JUST 99¢ during the Cyber Monday Fantasy Fest.

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Kindle Unlimited Book Fair

April 10-13 🌸 New Giveaways Daily

Are you a member of Kindle Unlimited? Looking for some a-ma-zing new reads? Visit our book fair for a massive shelf’s worth of page-turning books to download for free in contemporary romance, paranormal romance, thrillers, fantasy, science fiction, women’s fiction, romantic suspense, erotic romance, and more.

Plus, we’re giving away a $20 Amazon gift card each day!

Don’t have a KU subscription? You can still shop our fair for binge-worthy books, plus search the fair for Amazon instant book giveaways hosted daily! Look for Books from Your Favorite Authors!

Alyson Hale • Barbara Lohr • Bethany Strobel • Betty Shreffler • Brenda Whiteside • Carrie Pulkinen • Carrie Whitethorne • Catty Diva • Dani Haviland • Dee Stone • Denise Devine • Emma Alisyn • Erzabet Bishop • Gina Kincade • Holly Cortelyou • Honey Phillips • J.E. Parker • Jacquie Biggar • Jen Davis • Jim Stein • Jina Bacarr • Joan Reeves • Judith Starkston • Karina Kantas • Kerri Keberly • Laura A. Barnes • Leah Ashton • Lisa B. Thomas • LM Preston • Lori Sjoberg • Lucy Lakestone • Margaret Tanner • Marlow Kelly • Melissa McClone • Morgan K Wyatt • N.D. Jones • Nancy C. Weeks • Northern Lights Writers • Regine Abel • Rose Pearson • Soraya Naomi • Stephanie Queen • Tara Gallina • Taylor Marsh • Theresa Paolo • Aileen Harkwood

Sneak peek, anyone?

So I got the sweetest message from a reader last week. They reached out to tell me they missed Eros, and how excited they are for the next book(s) in the series.

You guys, that really, really made my day.

In fact, it might have made my whole month because I had just recently been wondering if I’d started book one in the wrong place. I was driving myself cray-cray with all the woulda, coulda, shoulda.

But then this lovely little ray of sunshine took the time to tell me they missed my gooey cinnamon roll beta bae, Eros, and how I’ve become one of their favorite authors. I swear to you I almost fell over. Me? Someone’s favorite? How is that even possible? I’m not sure, but I’ll take it.

LIZ: She’s someone’s fav author now? *rolls eyes* Whatever.
LEO: Well, she did write us into existence, love.
LIZ: Shut it, Don Juan. P.S. I love you.

So, Nath… thank you. Here is a sneak peek of the prequel novella to The Business of Love you’ve been patiently waiting for. Also? It’s (mostly) unedited… and my first attempt at an omniscient narrator… who breaks the fourth wall…


The beginning of the end for Cupid

This is a story about a boy and a girl, fated to be together. Is it a love story? Yes, most definitely. In fact, it’s three. Is there a happily ever after? Not yet. Not for a long time. Centuries, I’m afraid, and although the two souls in this tale are granted a new life each time, love can never quite hit the mark. 

Love, what a precious thing . . . horrible timing, though.  

Indulge me one question before I begin. I’m curious. Do you believe in fate? Oh, I know that look. You’re not quite sure. I admit, it’s not a concept most can hang their hat on. But I feel you’re a trustworthy soul, so I’m going to share a secret with you.

Life is a tapestry, and Fate—the youngest, if you believe in that sort of thing—knots the strands of will, intention, and choice together to give one’s destiny shape. What most don’t understand is, although the threads of why and when that are cast upon the cosmic loom aren’t your decision, the patterns that emerge are—the how can be whatever you make it.

But I digress, and I can see you’re growing impatient. You’re a hopeless romantic, aren’t you? I can tell. I am, too. I like stories with happy endings, and I always root for love. Still, there are some who aren’t so moved by matters of the heart as you or I. The jealous types, and I’d bet donuts to dollars they’re also the ones who think Fate is a cruel mistress.

Well, if you ask me, I’ll tell you Fate isn’t cruel at all. She just can’t bring order to chaos alone. It’s too heavy a load. She’s got three sides, you know, and wears more than one face to carry out what has to be done. All things must have balance, and while one face doles out endings, another hands out beginnings. Then there’s the face that has to be conscious of time. Calculations, measurements, numbers—how long before this happens or that. It’s necessary, you see, because time is precious. Lives must be limited, so that other souls can have a chance.

Yes, so many souls, so little time . . . but enough of my rambling, let’s get on with the first story.

A long, long time ago, two brand new souls were fated to be bound together by love. But the powers that be decided, against The Fates’ orders, mind you, that love was not to have a fair shot…

Cupid’s going KU + other news

Hey, hey. I realize it’s been a while. Life has a way of keeping us… er… busy, doesn’t it? Still lots of stuff going on at the Word Factory, though, and, as such, I have news!

But first…

Some of you may have noticed, most of you probably haven’t, but it’s been near radio silence on social media from me for the past month. I’m not going to beat around the bush, here. I’ve been served some rather large shit sandwiches lately, and the only way I know how to keep my mental health in order is to ghost all things distracting.

Ghostly as I’ve been, I’m still moving forward with book two and the prequel novella. Not going to lie, it’s been difficult because there are other things that need to take precedence right now, which, oh how convenient, brings me to my first bit of news.

I am now offering copy editing + proofreading

YOU: But are you qualified?

ME: I’m glad you asked. Yes!

I’ve been an advertising copywriter for over twenty years, and have worked closely with industry professionals of multiple disciplines, including proofreaders. I’ve also supervised and mentored other copywriters, so I’m no stranger to editing, my friends… Or correct grammar, punctuation and spelling. It was my day job for years.

Fast forward to the part where I’ve been running a successful freelance business for over six years. You can check out my LinkedIn profile for some endorsements and recommendations regarding my word ninja skills and work ethic here.

In addition to freelance copywriting, I’ve critiqued and beta read many manuscripts over the last four years. I’m working on getting some testimonials for you, but until then, you’ll just have to believe me when I say I’m a fan of the Oxford comma and a bonafide member of the Plausibility Police.

YOU: I don’t know. I’m still not convinced.

ME: No problem. I’ll do a 3-page copy edit or proofread for you. If you don’t think I’m up to snuff, you’re under no obligation to work with me.

If you’re interested, or know someone who’s looking for budget-friendly yet thorough copy edits or proofreading, you can check out my rates here.

BONUS: I’ll be giving peeps who book by March 31st a 20% discount!

In other news…

The Business of Love will be available in KU beginning April 1st.

Yep. Cupid is going Kindle Unlimited so now you can read for free! Don’t worry, if you don’t subscribe to KU you can still one-click The Business of Love for just $2.99.

Did you hear that, Eros? We’re going KU!
That’s all I’ve got for now, folks. If you’re not already on my mailing list, and you’d like to join, you can sign up here. Next letter drops at the beginning of April!