I know that there have been some issues gaining access to the bonus epilogue for THIS MUCH IS TRUE. So, I wanted to be sure to post the direct link on my blog.
I hope that you’ll find that the glimpse into Thea and Jasper’s future together is worth the wait. <3
I just wanted to take a moment to say thank you.
Your kind words, emails, social media posts, and reviews after the release of This Much Is True have meant more to me than I can say. Knowing that these characters have found a home in your hearts is the greatest gift a writer can receive.
Since we’re catching up, I thought I’d share a little slice of my life with you. My favorite way to spend a Sunday morning is with jazz playing softly in the background, a steaming mug of tea in hand, and rain streaking down the windows of a cozy London café.
Of course… I’m actually in my own living room. But thanks to YouTube (and a little imagination), I can be transported there anytime I like. And for the finishing touch, I light my Reading at the Cafe candle from Frostbeard Studios — the scent alone is enough to whisk me into my favorite bookstore café. 😉
Thank you for letting me share my stories with you, and for sharing your thoughts with me in return. You’ve truly made this release unforgettable.
I had an awesome day today. And because it was so awesome, I want to share the love. So I’m giving away 10 signed copies of THIS MUCH IS TRUE (including a separate bonus epilogue in print)! Winners will be chosen at random from the comments below.
In my last newsletter, I promised to write an epilogue for THIS MUCH IS TRUE and I’m happy to report that it is ready and waiting on the “Bonus Content” page of my website!
I want to thank each of you again for reading and enjoying the three books in the Liars’ Club series, and especially for sharing your love for the Hartley family with me. It truly means the world to me.
And fear not gentle reader, 😉 you’ll see more of the Hartley clan in the not-too distant future. I plan to write Anna Snow’s story, as well as Truman’s story. I’ll keep you posted.
I awoke to the aroma of coffee this morning. Since I don’t drink coffee, I believe it was just nostalgia’s way of drifting through my subconscious, reminding me of the Sunday mornings of my early childhood, with my mother demanding at least two cups before anyone uttered a peep and a fog of my father’s Old Spice wafting from the bathroom as he stepped out, straightening his church tie.
Tugged by the memories, I trudged down the stairs like the anti-morning person that I am and shuffled to the kitchen.
Now, I’m not a coffee person. Never have been. Which is almost sacrilegious to say in my family. I come from a long line of hardcore caffeinators. My paternal grandmother kept a coffee pot brewing from dawn to dusk. Until recently, my dad would drink a cup of dark roast around 10 p.m. to “help” him sleep. But that trait skipped me entirely. My boys, however, seem to have inherited a love for the black bean, so I keep some grounds on hand for when they come to visit.
Using “Henry’s Blend” (purchased years ago because it was my grandfather’s name), I brewed a cup of (likely stale) coffee just to have the scent of it in the house. Then I made my usual chai. While it steeped, I carried the steaming coffee cup around the house like a priest bearing a thurible of incense.
Once the house was sanctified (or Sanka-tified?), I drank my lovely chai. But, when I finished, I still had that cup of coffee staring at me.
“Try it,” a dormant thread of my DNA seemed to whisper. “You’ll like it.”
Skeptical, I picked up the cup and took a teeny tiny sip. Then I promptly grimaced, grabbing a paper towel to scrape the offending sludge from my tongue. But feeling the pressure of disappointing a multitude of ancestors, I tried adding sugar. Then a little more sugar (brown this time), along with a hefty sploosh of milk.
And… it wasn’t terrible. I’m no convert by any means but I survived the Great Coffee Trial of 2025.
However, I’ve now consumed enough caffeine that NASA could use me as the first human hamster wheel powered rocket. So if you see something streak across the sky, just give me a wave and hope that I land somewhere near my laptop so I can get back to writing.
There’s a special audiobook promo happening for the month of April that includes HOW TO FORGET A DUKE! (I also noticed that the Kindle price is only $1.99)