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That’s Who I Am

My first book, That’s Who I Am is coming out June 1st!  That'sWhoIAm_FS

Jared Winters’s life has been little more than a collection of moments where he didn’t think before opening his mouth. Always a bit different, he’s learned to accept an existence on the outside looking in. But one day, his mouth lands him in a position that nearly costs him his life. Only the timely intervention of Sophie, his twin Conner’s ex-girlfriend, saves him.

Siblings Sophie and Donovan Carrigan step in and offer support, comfort, and a place to call home. Under their care, Jared begins to heal and learns to trust just enough to act on his attraction to Donovan. He just hopes it’s worth the risk.

Dreamspinner Press

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Author Bio

Writing an author bio was an absolute nightmare. I did my typical procrastination routine until the last minute… and I came up with diddly squat! Talking about myself and my life is usually easy for me. Talking about myself in the third person is waaaay outside my comfort zone. So I agonized over it, and began to seriously worry that I wouldn’t come up with anything even remotely acceptable.

Then my beloved Piper came to my rescue. My poor sweetheart was sick and miserable, but she managed to leave a cute comment saying, jokingly, “I’ve got you covered.” Ha! Her messing around bio had me bawling my head off. Because it showed how well she knew me, knew what was important to me, knew what I’d be cool with sharing, and made me sound sooo much more interesting than I actually am.

“Jayden Brooks is a pretty cool chick. Just ask her friends. She’s a woman of great mystery and suspense, but she can’t tell a lie without confessing. She’s fond of gingers, tea, and tales of hot men falling in love with each other—not necessarily in that order. She lives in the suburbs of Chicago with her family, a golden retriever who goes by the name of Mickey, and a cat who wandered in one day and never left. More than anything, she believes that love is love, and everybody deserves a chance at a happily ever after.”

With Piper’s blessing–I copied, pasted and sent that sucker. ❤

“Likes”… The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of

Writing is a lonely endeavor. Sure, in your head it’s going to be a daily rush of thrills, your imagination given free rein to explore endless possibilities. The reality… meh – nobody in your real life orbit understands what you’re thinking, why you’re cranky, why you’re near tears struggling to get your story on the page. Eventually I decided, I needed to talk to people who understood how my mind worked.

Since I’m a proactive kinda gal – I turned to social media, Facebook in particular, to meet fellow authors, especially those who write in the genre I love. It was a wonderful and exciting time – adding friends, reading their posts, commenting… clicking that little like button. Instant gratification at its finest – I was in love.

Buuuut, and it’s a huge but, it’s easy get lost in the shuffle. And really, it makes total sense… I’m not that interesting. Nope, that’s not me being self depreciating – it’s the honest to goodness truth. Yet I wanted to get noticed by the cool kids on the playground, so I scrolled the feed, liked posts, commented, tried to be funny or witty or wry or interesting… and sometimes I came across like a giant jackass. *shrugs* No helping it, since I’m incredibly shy – I can be a giant dweeb when I try too hard – but when you really get to know me… I’m pretty awesome. 😛 *wink*

Here’s where the “like” comes into play. I seriously went through a sort of bizarre depression due to Facebook. Or rather, due to my own special brand of obsessive compulsive disorder. I needed validation, constant positive feedback. The likes became a lifeline to the world outside my office. When the likes and comments stopped coming my way, due to my jackassedness – I felt isolated, ignored, more lonely than ever before. I had a hard time identifying with anything outside Facebook. It was awful, and I came close to tossing in the towel on the whole shebang over it.

Somehow, I got lucky and stumbled into an amazing group of friends. Kind, nonjudgmental and gracious friends who I will always cherish. They allowed me the time to get past my awkwardness, find my footing, and figure out that it was okay to just be me. I didn’t have to do anything for their friendship, beyond being a friend in return. They have taught me so much, and I can’t ever express how grateful I am without sounding like an overemotional sap.

When I scroll through the feed and I see anyone hurting or lonely or asking for help… I always stop, and respond, and make sure to give them a little extra love and attention. In a way I’m paying the kindness forward, but not really, because I gain so much by doing it. I’ve met more amazing people. Who were just like me and needed someone to hear them. Next time you’re scrolling through your feed, look closer – because you may be missing someone awesome.

Just Me

Writing, I’d been told, was a waste of time and I needed to focus on – school, my family, raising children, and a career. I coped the only way I knew how… and read, and read, and read some more. Reading has been my coping mechanism for just about every rough spot throughout my life. It also happened to be an extremely effective way to hush the voices trying to tell me their stories. Whenever my muse spoke… I told it to hush, fed it a book, told it to watch television, or sent it to bed without a snack.

Eventually my muse found a way to be seen, if not heard. Photography, it turns out was acceptable… but only as a hobby. I have lovely pictures of my family. 🙂

Things have changed, a once overwhelming tide of influence has been purged from my life. I am surrounded by wonderful children, and a fantastic man who supports my writing. And the freedom to give it my best shot. I am writing my first book, M/M Romance – it’s a scary, nerve wrecking experience – and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I am learning so much, and meeting some amazing people along the way. I’m getting comfortable in my own skin, learning what it means to be me.