Monday, March 23, 2015

Cover Reveal - Trisha Leaver's SWEET MADNESS

Coming September 18, 2015 from Merit Press

Lizzie Borden took an axe,
And gave her mother forty whacks.
When she saw what she had done,
She gave her father forty one.

Who was Lizzie Borden? A confused young woman, or a cold-hearted killer? For generations, people all over the world have wondered how Andrew Borden and his second wife, Abby, met their gruesome deaths. Lizzie, Andrew’s younger daughter, was charged, but a jury took only 90 minutes to find her not guilty. In this retelling, the family maid, Bridget Sullivan, shines a compassionate light on a young woman oppressed by her cheap father and her ambitious stepmother. Was Lizzie mad, or was she driven to madness?

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Trisha Leaver lives on Cape Cod with her husband, three children, and one rather irreverent black lab. She is a chronic daydreamer who prefers the cozy confines of her own imagination to the mundane routine of everyday life.  She writes Young Adult Contemporary fiction, Psychological Horror and Science Fiction and is published with FSG/ Macmillan, Flux/Llewellyn and Merit Press. To can learn more about Trisha’s books, upcoming shenanigans, and her quest to reel in the perfect tuna, please visit her website:

Lindsay Currie lives in Chicago with her three awesome children, husband, and a one hundred and sixty pound lap dog named Sam. She has an unnatural fondness for coffee, chocolate and things that go bump in the night. She spends her days curled up in the comfortable confines of her writing nook, penning young adult psychological horror, contemporary fiction and science-fiction and is published with Flux/Llewellyn, Merit Press and Spencer Hill Contemporary. Learn more about her at

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Sunday, February 1, 2015

What's in a Name?›

Hiya peeps! Miss me?

I miss the blog. I really do. I promise, as soon as our Little Miss' legal future starts to clear up, I'll be back at it. Until then, well... we're keeping pretty quiet on the blog front.

She's worth it.


So, now that Eyes Turned Skyward is out, you guys have flipping blown me away with the incredible response. Seriously. I'm incredibly thankful for everyone who buys my books!!!! (Especially since you help my boys play hockey, and our oldest daughter to attend college next year).

Okay, so now that I'm all misty... my fantastic editor and I decided we'd better name this here series, since there's two more books coming.

Sigh. Aren't they pretty side-by-side???

What's in a name? I can tell you a lot, and I'm not easy. My titles are always interwoven into the book, and I never know them until I'm about 1/2 way through a manuscript, so trying to make the titles all matchy-matchy was never going to work for me. Man, it would have made it easier to name the series.

So we started throwing around names. And by "we," I mean my editor, my team of publicists, my trusted CP's and my poor husband who probably never wants to discuss the topic again. We came up with everything super-serious to downright hilarious.

I wanted something really meaningful.

We've been stationed here at Fort Drum for nearly five years, and the 10th Combat Aviation Brigade has been Jason's home for our stay. He's completed two of his four deployments with them, and I really wanted to honor that and our time here, where I've written these books, before we move home to Colorado. After all, when a series involves hot helicopter pilots, how could I not?

So I thought of the motto of the 10th Cab.

Fly to Glory. 

So here's to Fort Drum, Army Aviation, and the 10th Cab.

Oh, and the series, that too! ;) 

Thank you to everyone who has supported the series and our family. You guys rock my socks and I'm insanely thankful for each and every one of you! 

Oh, and one last reminder that Apaches are pretty damn sexy.

I guess I'd better get back to Grayson... so the next Flight & Glory Novel can get into your hands.  ;)

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Confessions of a Do-Not-Contact

Man it's been a while, did you miss me? I sure missed you. I have a little bitty lull in this insane publishing dream I'm chasing before Eyes Turned Skyward comes out tomorrow, and this has been on my mind for the last few months, so let's do this.

Dear Do-Not-Contact,

 I'm so sorry for judging you.

 You see, I didn't get it. I've been an army wife about thirteen years now, and it's taken me this long to understand why you marked that little Do-Not-Contact box.

When I was younger, fresher, not worn down by quite so many deployments, I led my first FRG. To this day, it's the volunteer position I'm most proud of. I remember seeing the boxes on the FRG form marked "Do Not Contact," and just shaking my head. Why would they mark that? We were headed into another deployment to Iraq, didn't they want the information? Or the camaraderie? The family? We were doing amazing things, how could they not want to be a part of that?

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.

Let me start by saying that I'm not a "Do-not-Contact," but I am as withdrawn from the military life as I've ever been. I haven't had personal contact from my FRG in five months, and you know what? I'm okay with it. Jason has been TDY for over two months now, so the most camo I've seen has been if one of the neighbors comes to the bus stop in uniform. I feel completely, totally separate from the world that's been part of who I am for so long.

Why am I not as involved? A few reasons. The first, is that we're PCS'ing... if only we could figure out when. So in many ways, I've emotionally checked out of Fort Drum, just waiting to pick up our family and move again. Two? Co-leading this last FRG burned me out to where the tiniest flicker of energy remained, and I'm guarding it, tending that little flame until it can come back to roaring life. Three? We have four boys in hockey, Little Miss has some high-needs that require therapists, and my career is taking flight faster than I ever thought possible... I have to concentrate on the immediate needs of my family.

So I haven't made cookies for a bake sale, or run an FRG meeting, or heck, even attended one in months. I haven't gone to a Ball (since he's not here), or planned a fundraiser. My role in army-wifedom is the opposite of what it was a year ago. But want to know something?

I'm still an Army Wife.

I'm holding down the fort solo, holding the pieces together until he gets home. I'm still listening to his day, still picking up boot blousers from random places. I'm at the same duty station, with same unit, and the same waning (due to PCS) support system. I've realized something precious over the last few months that I've been hermitting: being inactive in your FRG doesn't make you any less of an Army Wife. Hell, maybe it makes you more sane. I know it has for me.

Pulling away is okay. Yes, we're army wives, but we're more, right? We're doctors, lawyers, authors, business women, saleswomen, teachers, moms... you name it. We're so much more than the one label of "Army Wife." So if you need to step back from that one area of your life so you can balance the rest, I get it. I'm there too. And I'm so sorry for judging you when I wasn't in your shoes before.

 I love my husband more than coffee, chocolate, heck... even air. He's my entire world. I love the army life. I love the formals, the meetings, the support network of wives, the sisterhood that grows during deployments and lasts your whole life. But I also love my sanity.

So maybe you're overwhelmed. Maybe you've been at your limit for so long that one more commitment might push you over the edge. Maybe your time is already spoken for. Heck, maybe you just don't feel like it. Whatever your reason is, it's valid. You're valid. Your career is just as valuable as his, just as worthy (or more-so) of your devotion. Go ahead, mark the box. Take one more thing off your plate so you have room for everything else.

I'm learning, one small step at a time, that my career is just as important as his to our family. It's a shift in mentality that has taken this whole last year to make. Thank God he understands and is my number one fan. I couldn't do any of this without him, as much as I know he couldn't do what he does without me. We're a team.

I'm still an Army Wife, but I'm letting others run the show while I hold our family together during what may be the most stressful period of our life. I haven't checked the Do-Not-Contact box yet, but I understand if you do. I support you. I love you.

Spin your plates, tend your career, your children, your sanity. Keep your love of our military life alive, and if you're ready to jump back in, to volunteer, to run the show... well, then it will be someone else's turn to step back and breathe.

We all need the air. The break. The chance to see who we are past the "proud Army Wife" label.

By the time we get to Colorado, I'll be rested, ready to jump back into the fray, and it will be someone's turn to breathe again. Maybe yours.

Mark the box.

We understand.


The War-weary FRG-exhausted Military Wife Just Like You.