Feb 03

Wednesday Blogging


This week, we’re talking about our ideal dates. I’ve only been married five years (as of yesterday, actually), but we’ve been together for eight…so I’ve been out of the dating pool for nearly a decade. Apparently, according to the tv shows I watch, going to dinner and a movie is cliche and boring.

I wrote a first date flash fiction here on January 4th as part of one of our writing prompts, which kind of describes my perfect date, now. It’s cheating, I know. I should be writing it all  down here, but I did that already. So I’ll just post some pictures instead….of the place I wrote about. #stillcheating


Not Landa Park, but I love horses, so:

And what’s a trip to Austin without a trip to the Capitol building?

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Bronwyn || Jessica || Kris || Gwen

Feb 01

Flash Fiction – Man on the Dock

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Joshua hummed as he dangled his feet in the cool, clear water and soaked up the sunshine. White sails dotted the horizon, making him wish he were out on the water catching the wind and coasting along the surface of the bay.

Being on the sidelines wasn’t easy for a guy like him–someone who’d lived life on the edge since he’d first been introduced to sailing. It didn’t seem like something that could inspire an adrenaline rush similar to jumping out of an airplane, but getting his Catch to cut through the water like glass and standing at the wheel knowing he was the one to make her go that fast…it was better than sex.

Well. Almost better than sex. Nothing could top finally landing a date with Alison. Or taking her dancing. Or when she asked him to take her on a tour of his boat. Or when it became clear that “tour of your boat” actually meant something a whole lot dirtier.

That had been eight years ago. Before the accident nearly drowned him at sea. Before he stopped sailing.

The sun glinted off the shiny silver band on his finger as he reached for her hand to bring it to his lips.

“Eww, Daddy! That’s gross!” His son, Hunter’s nose wrinkled in distaste, “Mommy hasn’t had her cootie shot. You’re gonna get ‘fected!”

Joshua glanced out at the sails again, but the pull to his family was stronger. So he turned and administered the much-needed cootie shot to his wife, and just to be safe, gave himself one as well.

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Bronwyn || Kris || Jessica || Jess || Gwen

Jan 20

Wordless Wednesday – Happiness

Happiness is…wordless wednesday


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Bronwyn || Kris || Gwen || Jessica || Kellie

Jan 18

Songfic: Creep – Radiohead


This month’s song fic is inspired by “Creep” by Radiohead, one of my favorite songs from my high school days. Links to the lyrics here, the song can be heard here.

She was all I ever wanted. Long blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, full red lips, tight body toned from years of cheerleading. She was more than her looks, of course. She was kind. Thoughtful. Generous. The type of person who went out of her way to make others feel welcome. Loved.

All through college, I was the one everyone ignored. When they bothered to notice my existence, it was purely to mock me. Make me feel small. Stupid. Insignificant. After a while, I began to believe them.

Freak. Geek. Nobody. Worthless.

With a smile and an offer to be my lab partner, she began changing my own perception of myself. She built me up when so many others had knocked me down, made me into a shell of a person.

But oh, how I wanted her.

Of course, I never told her. Why would I? Despite the self-esteem boost she gave me, there was no way she’d ever be with me. She dated the captain of the football team–a 6’5″, 290 pound giant of a man. And I was the 5’4″ 180 pound weird girl with the hand-me-down clothes and nerd glasses.

How could I ever stand a chance?


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Jessica || Bronwyn || Kris || Jess

Jan 13

Promptly Penned – Choices

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Some choices are easy, like fudge ripple or butter pecan, some choices aren’t. Can you guess which one this was?

I didn’t choose to love him. I mean, he’s my brother’s best friend, for crying out loud. We basically grew up together. Matt spent every weekend at our house. We watched movies together, he begged me to bake him cookies almost daily, he told me every dirty joke in the book. He’s basically been my–very gorgeous–older brother since I was six. Without the blood connection, thank God.

How stupidly cliche–older brother’s little sister falls in love with his extremely fuckable best friend. My brother forbid it, of course. He took one look in my baby blues and saw the flash of interest the minute I started seeing Matt as anything more than Brandon’s annoying football friend. And while I have a huge place in my heart for Matt, Brandon is my brother and I love him more.

I’ve had to make a lot of choices regarding Matt in the twenty years we’ve known each other. I never let him know how I really feel about him. I smiled and congratulated him when the head cheerleader agreed to go to prom with him. I kept silent when he drunkenly asked me why his girlfriends all tended to cheat on him.

Nice guys really do finish last, I suppose.

Despite the fact that I wanted nothing more than to go to a college that would keep me near the object of every desire I’ve ever had, I ended up going to Columbia to study creative writing. 1,600 miles away from home. From my parents. My brother. From Matt.

A new city. A new me. I’d hoped to meet someone who’d take my mind off Matt. In a city of 8.4 million, there should’ve been at least one guy to strike my fancy for longer than a passing moment. No such luck. All the boys–and I do stress the term boys–at Columbia were either spoiled little rich kids there on Daddy’s dime or wannabe bad boys trying for some sorority girl pussy.

I might’ve been a sorority girl in college, but there’s no chance in hell I’d ever open my legs for some douchenozzle just because he sports an armful of ink and happens to wear leather well.

Despite 1,600 miles of distance, the only man holding my interest lives in Houston whose sole focus in life appears to be a ball made of pigskin and a field you couldn’t pay me to run.

My life is good, for the most part. I work for a fairly large publisher in New York, working my way up the ranks as a personal assistant. Of course, this means I spend most of my days running for coffee, picking up expensive suits I’ll never wear from the dry cleaners, and occasionally being allowed to pick through the slush pile the senior editors don’t feel like touching.

Yup, I’m living the dream. Right up until my brother sends me a text message: Great news! Matt got traded to New York! He’s moving there next month. Show him around? Don’t let him get too lonely, sis. Make him go out and have fun.

Well fuck.

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Jess || Bronwyn || Kris || Kayleigh || Jessica || Kellie

Jan 12

Kindle Fire Giveaway!

My fabulous friend is giving away a Kindle Fire LOADED with books from some pretty fantastic authors (including yours, truly). Want a chance to win? Enter via Rafflecopter below. The contest ends Jan 22, 2016 (Tibby’s birthday!)

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Here’s a list of participating authors (subject to change, as Tibby adds more to the giveaway):

To share my joy in selling the first book in my vampire hunter series to Penguin Random House / Loveswept, I’m raffling off one Kindle Fire loaded with a veritable feast of titles!.

  • My author friends are adding their favorite Traditional and M/M romances to the gift pile!
  • I am gifting my backlist of M/M romance titles in ebook and audiobook formats!
Authors who have agreed so kindly to give away Kindle ebook editions of their work are

Jan 06

Wednesday Blogging: 2015 in review – Best Memories of the last year


2015 wasn’t an exceptional year for me. In fact, the last two years have been pretty awful. But there are always bright spots in every story, and there were quite a few moments in 2015 that were amazing.


March – My “twin” Elise came down to visit and we attended The Vampire Diaries convention together. An entire weekend celebrating the awesomeness of TVD and fangirling all over the place? Sincerely EPIC. I got to meet Matt Davis (the inspiration for the hero in NEXT LIFETIME) and got not one but two photo ops with him…the second of which almost looks like a romance novel cover! We had a blast and my Paige name got a huge boost because I introduced myself as “Paige Prince, author/editor” every time I asked a question at the Q&A panels (thanks for recommending I do that, Elise!)
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May – I went to the Austin Author Affair just a few hours away from my home in Houston. I got to see Bronwyn Green, Jessica Jarman, Kristi Boulware-Talbot, and Joanna Talbot (among many other of my amazing author friends), and I nearly sold out of my first book in print, Lost Treasure!

Sadly, the publisher of my first book, SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE, closed their doors. I miss my family at Secret Cravings very much, but it opened the door for me to start self publishing my own books. I admit, I like having total control of my books – picking my editor, my proofer, the COVER…and I have to say that my covers for LOST TREASURE and my upcoming release NEXT LIFETIME are gorgeous (I love Kris Norris so freaking hard).

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I also got the chance to be part of the DARK PURSUIT anthology, featuring Kris Norris, Jessica Jarman, and Bronwyn Green (see fabulous cover above) and wrote my first ever paranormal romance, which I’m planning on turning into a series.

December – I recently made the decision to “come out” as Rhyann Harris – taboo erotic romance author. I’ve been self-publishing under that name since 2013, but I never connected Paige and Rhyann until now because I work at a Catholic hospital as my day job, and to be honest, I was a little worried that they’d find a reason to let me go when it came out that I write about step-family getting it on in my free time. But I don’t connect the hospital I work at with either name, my work is impeccable, and I’ve done nothing wrong or illegal. I shouldn’t be ashamed of what I write simply because it isn’t mainstream. Writing a book is fucking hard. And now that I have a home with Torquere Press for all my Rhyann titles, I want to flaunt my hard work.



I’m looking forward to 2016, and can’t wait to see what the year has in store for me!

Want to see my blog sisters’ best memories of 2015? Click the links below:

Jess || Bronwyn || Jessica || Kellie || Gwen || Kayleigh || Kris


Jan 04

Flash Fiction – January photo prompt

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The first flash fiction of the year kind of reminds me of a park I used to go to with my best friend when we lived in San Antonio. Back then, we were kind of jaded with the area since we were based there for five years and once you’ve gone to the Riverwalk a few dozen times, it loses it’s charm. So, we started taking off to Austin on weekends, occasionally going to this beautiful place called Landa Park (which is actually in New Braunfels, on the way to Austin, but I digress). This is part of a story I thought up a long time ago, but haven’t worked on in ages. I thought Landa Park would be the perfect place for their first date.sunlight


Ethan knocked on Hope’s door early Saturday morning. She opened it with a smile on her face, but her mouth went dry at the sight of him in a tight black tank top that showed off all the tattoos covering lean muscle she wanted to run her tongue over, low-slung jeans, and his ever-present sunglasses.

She wondered if she should’ve taken care of business before he was due to arrive. She’d be worked up all day, and no possible way to relieve the pressure. God, if he looked that good just standing there, she could only imagine how hot he’d be once she got his shirt off.

Hope shook her head, trying not to allow her thoughts to go down the naughty path, but around Ethan, she couldn’t seem to help herself.

“Morning, beautiful,” he smiled at her and she swore her heart skipped a beat, “you ready to go?”

She nodded, “I brought extra sunscreen and made sure to grab my camera. So… will you tell me now where we’re going?”

“Nope.” He shook his head, dimples showing on his cheeks as he grinned down at her. “It’s a surprise.”

They talked on the drive, but every time she’d ask where they were heading, Ethan would just smile and tell her she had to wait. He had her close her eyes when they got close and finally let her look when they’d come to a stop. They’d parked in front of a beautiful lake, where ducks were swimming, dogs barking, and children were playing.

“Oh wow. This is… gorgeous.”

“Have you ever been here before?” Ethan asked as he turned the car off.

“I don’t think so. I don’t even know where here is!” she laughed.

“It’s called Landa Park. The concierge at the hotel suggested it when I asked where I could take a beautiful girl for the day.”

She blushed. “Really?”

He nodded, enjoying the fact that he’d caused the bright pink flare in her cheeks, “Are you ready to go have fun?”


He took her to feed the ducks first, hauling out a load of bread from the back seat of the car. One of the ducks stood and stared at them, waiting to eat and absolutely refusing to chase after anything they tossed his way.

Hope snapped at least a dozen shots of Ethan, first him grinning at her, then of him yelling at the ducks to quit chasing after him when they ran out of bread. When a family approached, two full loaves of bread in hand, the ducks finally lost interest.

“Man, I thought they’d never leave me alone!”

“I didn’t either. Though I think that one might have a crush on you,” she gestured to the one still staring at them.

“Nuh-uh. It’s totally you,” he stepped away, “See? He’s still looking at you.”

“No way. He looked at you!”

“Sorry ducky. I’m a ladies-only type of guy.”

The duck made a disinterested noise that was more akin to a grunt than a quack, and waddled away.

“That was close. I thought you were gonna leave here with a new pet,” Hope laughed as she snapped some more pictures of the scenery.

“I’m glad I didn’t. I doubt the hotel would allow him.”

He linked his fingers with hers as they began walking through the park in companionable silence, stopping at a bridge that overlooked the clearest water they’d ever seen. Hope took several dozen pictures on and around the bridge, then Ethan took the camera from her and took some of her. He stopped a passing couple and asked if they’d take a few of them on the bridge. He slipped an arm around Hope’s waist and she smiled to herself at the way she fit against him.

“It’s almost noon,” Ethan said, glancing at his watch. “We’d better hurry or we’re gonna miss it.”

“Miss what?”

“Another surprise!” he grinned and thanked the couple as they made their way across the park to the mini-train station.

“This train takes you all over the park. There’s a lot of it to cover and I thought it’d be nice to be able to sit and enjoy a relaxing ride while we decide what to do next.”

“This is too perfect!” Hope exclaimed as they sat in the little train car, “This is so much better than the Saturday I had planned. Thank you, Ethan.”

“You’re welcome… what did you have planned for today?”

“The usual,” she said as the train pulled away from the station. “Cleaning, laundry, maybe call my parents and read some. Boring Saturday, huh?”

“Sounds relaxing, actually. What’d you have planned for Sunday?”

“Church. Lunch. Then a whole lot of nothing. I know—my life is so exciting.” She turned to face him as she set the camera in her lap. “What do you have planned?”

“Not much. Sleep. Lunch. Hang out. I have to catch a plane tomorrow night. I was hoping maybe to see you again…if you weren’t too busy.”

“I think I can fit you into my schedule…oh look! Paddle boats!” Hope pointed excitedly at the yellow and blue boats dotting the lake, feeling a little childish, but when he nearly jumped off the train to get to them she stopped feeling so silly.

“Have you ever been on one?”

“Once when I was little. My mom used to take us camping.” She smiled at the memory, her heart warming at the thought of her mother and brother. “We stopped going after my brother nearly got us eaten by javelenas.”

“How’d he manage that?”

She shrugged, “He’s talented that way.”

He let out a laugh, “He must be a pretty special guy to almost get you eaten by wild pigs.”

“You have no idea. He’s gotten into some pretty interesting predicaments…and monumentally fucked up ones. Like the time he got arrested for stealing a copy of the Rocky Horror Picture Show and a bottle of Advil. Or the time he got arrested for possession after getting into an accident…with a parked police car.”

He winced, “Ouch.”

“Yeah.” She looked away briefly, not wanting him to see her eyes cloud up. “He’ll grow up one day. And on that depressing note, this looks like the end of the line.”

“You wanna go on the paddleboats?” Ethan held out a hand to help her off the train.

She nodded, “Definitely!”

They made their way over and Ethan bribed the guy into letting them keep one for an hour—even though the limit was 30 minutes. “Sometimes this fame thing can really come in handy,” he mused with a grin.

“Fame thing?”

He looked at her like she’d just grown another head, “I play first base for the Astros.”

Hope slanted a look his way, “Huh?”

“Guess you’re not much of a baseball fan?”

“No. I watched a little in high school, but other than that…”

He smiled, “Maybe I’ll get you watching. You can be president of my fan club.”

Hope let out a whoop of laughter as she reached out and splashed him, “I doubt I’ll be watching a bunch of sweaty men throwing balls at each other. But really, I appreciate the offer.”

“Can’t say I didn’t try…he look at the turtle!” He pointed to the water, but Hope didn’t see anything at first. When he leaned closer, she spotted the turtle popping its head out of the water.

“Oh! Lookit! It’s so cute!”

“Yeah, she is,” he said, not looking at the water anymore.

A blush crept into her cheeks when she realized he was talking about her. She didn’t take compliments very well.

Sensing her discomfort, he pointed to a passing duck and her very new babies, “Look and the momma and babies.”

“Aww, so precious! I totally want one of the little ones!”

“I’m not exactly sure where I can buy a baby turtle, or guarantee that it wouldn’t stink up your house or grow into a large scary one, so…” He picked up her camera and zoomed in on the smallest one, snapping several shots in a row.

When Hope looked through the images, her whole face glowed with delight, “These are awesome! Thank you, Ethan!”

He shrugged it off, “You wanted one of the baby ducks.”

Time froze as she looked up at him over the lenses of her sunglasses and felt the first lock she’d put on her heart click open. She held the camera up and positioned herself so she cuddled close in the crook of his arm, “Picture time!”

She made him take a few goofy pictures, scrunching up their noses, sticking their tongues out…whatever came to mind. A few came out blurry because they were both laughing so hard.

“May I?” Ethan asked as he held his hand out for the camera, “Thanks.” He took a few pictures of them together, then turned to face her.

“What…” She started to ask but stopped as he cupped her chin with his fingertips and drew her closer to him, grazing his lips gently over hers. Setting the camera down, he ran his hands over her cheeks, pushing his fingers into her hair as her lips parted, giving him the invitation to deepen the kiss.

Later, when she was looking through the photos, she noticed that he’d accidentally captured their first kiss on film.


Want to read my blog sisters’ flash fiction? Click the links below:

Jess || Bronwyn || Kris || Jessica || Gwen || Kayleigh

Dec 30

Wednesday blogging – 2016 goals


I didn’t make a list of goals last year, though I probably should have. I do better when I have a list of things to work toward. So, I’m making a list of things I want to accomplish/do in 2016.

1. Write 50k for Paige

2. Write 30k for Rhyann

3. Get all of Rhyann’s stories expanded/edited/re-released

4, Expand Second Chance at love & re-release

5. Get my office in order

6. New flooring!

7. Stay on top of all my edits. Turn stuff in EARLY!

8. Don’t miss a single Wednesday post.

9. Or Monday post.

Want to see what my blog sisters wrote? Click their name below.

Jessica || Bronwyn || Kris

Dec 21

Flash fiction: Full of Grace

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This month’s flash fiction is based on my favorite Sarah McLaughlin song in the world, “Full of Grace.” The video is below (Buffy, of course).

“In the middle of the night, I call your naaaaame.”

Ok, so I wouldn’t win any singing contests, but I highly doubted there were any critics in the shower. And I was getting ready to talk to my wife, so I have to admit I was pretty fucking stoked. The days (and nights) dragged on for eternity in this hellhole –the fucking armpit of the worldand just knowing that I’d see her smiling face was enough to put me in a singing mood.

“Oh, Taaan yaaa! Oh Ta“

“Jameson, stuff a sock in it, man! My goddamned ears are bleeding!”

Hmm. Maybe I was wrong about the critics part.

I turned the water off and grabbed for the too-itchy and entirely non-absorbent piece of cloth the Army insisted was actually a towel, “Kiss my ass Dopson. You just wish you had someone to sing about.”

“If it meant I wouldn’t have to inflict that kind of pain on other people, I’ll gladly stay single for the rest of my life.”

I laughed as I quickly threw on my uniform and pulled on my boots. If I wasn’t careful, I’d be late for my Skype date with Tanya, and that was just unacceptable. Time online was a precious commodity here, and I needed every second I could get.

I logged onto my Skype account with minutes to spare and checked my email while I waited for Tanya to come online. I watched a video she sent of our daughter telling me her colors and shapes, and I have to admit that I was glad Tanya was running late because if she caught me tearing up over the video she’d probably laugh at me…or start crying too.

This deployment had been pretty fucking hard on both of us, but I knew it was worse for her. She was stuck in our home taking care of our daughter with reminders of our life together everywhere. Over in the Sand Box when I was out in the field, I could at least attempt to separate my home life from my soldier life. Of course, it never totally worked… It was pretty fucking difficult to forget your heart beating in your chest.

I looked at the clock in the lower corner of my computer and saw that Tanya was ten minutes late, which never happened. She might’ve been absent-minded, but when it came to our Skype chats, she was usually ten minutes early.

I considered calling the house, but it was so late there that I would’ve woken Livvie up. So, I sat back and played the video again and toyed with the idea of bringing up a game of solitaire to pass the time until she got online. Knowing Tanya, she probably burned dinner and was trying to clean up the mess before hopping on the computer. I hated to admit it, but my wife was the worst cook in the world.

The sound of someone clearing their throat snapped me from the thoughts of home and I looked up to see my unit commander. I jumped out of my seat, wondering why the fuck no one had called the room to attention.

“At ease, Jameson,” he said, easing down onto the chair next to me, “Have a seat, son.”

I felt my stomach lurch as I sat back down, “Yes sir?” I glanced at the screen, hoping Tanya wouldn’t pop up and see my CO sitting with me. She might think I was getting in trouble, and I hated worrying her.

“Sgt. Jameson.” His voice was strained, his eyes staring over my shoulder in a classic military thousand yard stare, refusing to meet mine. “I am so sorry to inform you, but we received a Red Cross message earlier…your wife was killed in a car accident this afternoon.”

I felt the blood drain out of my face and my heart stop beating. Surely I’d heard him wrong, “Excuse me sir?”

“Tanya was involved in a head on collision this afternoon. The doctors said she passed instantly. She didn’t feel any pain, son.”

My vision blurred and all I could hear was white noise. I saw my CO reaching out to touch my arm, but I felt nothing when he made contact. It felt as though I was suddenly swimming underwater and the whole world had slowed down just for that moment.

I closed my eyes for a minute, trying to clear my vision. My CO was still blurred around the edges. I shook my head, trying to hear what he was saying. He was still talking nonsense.

“…home… funeral… leave…”

Not real. This isn’t real. Why isn’t Tanya online? She’s never late for our Skype dates. Maybe Livvie’s sick or something. She probably just woke up and is demanding a cookie and a drink. Not real, not real, not real.

I could feel my chest getting tighter with each second that passed. I moved to stand, but when I heard him tell me how sorry he was for my loss, I hit the ground and couldn’t get back up.

Not real.


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