Book Country Member Spotlight Featuring…ME!

Book Country Member Spotlight Featuring…ME!

I had a little Q & A with Book Country Community and Engagement Manager, Lucy Silag. 

I’m a part of the Book Country Member Spotlight! 

Follow the link to read the interview! 


Time for a Giveaway!

Howdy! In honor of my first publication Physical Therapy I have decided to do a Giveaway!





And it’s SUPER EASY to enter. 

Just send me a short email to  (with your name included) telling me about the weirdest date you’ve ever been on, and if your story is chosen as weirdest,  I’ll send you a copy of Physical Therapy(By weird, I mean, odd place, odd time, odd person.)

Let me know if you found out about this giveaway via Twitter/Facebook/Tumblr/This Blog, and whether you would like an Amazon digital copy or one from kobo. 

Winners will be chosen sometime this Thursday afternoon (way to be vague, huh?), so there’s some time to get those stories together,

If you’d like to purchase Physical Therapy you may do so at Amazon or Kobo for 99 cents! 


Keep Romance Alive!

Samantha Jane 

Please Allow Me To Introduce Myself

Remember me?

Yeah, I’m the girl who couldn’t finish writing a book to save her life.





I didn’t want to say anything until it was completely finished, because I kept coming back and updating and making promises and blowing smoke, but Physical Therapy is now available on Amazon for Kindle and on kobo for their ereaders for the bargain price of 99 cents! 


Ok, maybe that’s just me.

But I was super excited to let you know my good news! If you check it out, I do hope you enjoy. Feel free to jaunt back here and leave me a comment or in the reviews section on Amazon and kobo. Or drop me a line or two via email at 


Stay tuned for my next blog post: What Happens After Self-Actualization?

Running Through With A Quick Update

So…yeah. No progress on the book front.

A lot of which is my fault, but a lot that is not. 

I have been incredibly ill for about a month now. I was hospitalized for about a week. So I’ve been SLOWLY regaining my strength. It’s slow going. My stamina is nil. I’m tired all the time. I don’t feel 100% any of the time. It’s hard to get out of bed, hard to go to work. It’s definitely getting better, thanks to the good vibes and the white light and the thoughts and prayers and the antibiotics and fluids and all the self imposed bed rest. 

People who see me on a regular basis tell me I look tired, ask if my day has been particularly hard. For the old me, no. For this, post-hospital me, yes. It is SO hard. And I really hate to whine about it, I REALLY REALLY do, but it’s the main topic of my conversation. I can’t be what I once was. And in the big picture, my illness isn’t super high on the serious scale…right now. But it IS serious to me. I’ve never been this ill before in my life, in my adult life, anyway. And it’s really hard to take care of yourself when you’re this sick. 

Anyway, I’m getting better. I’m trying to get back to normal. Once I can get a little more stable, I’m planning on getting back to work. I really NEED this book to be out. I want people to read it.

I do. 

Thanks for your continued support.

Bits and Pieces. Here, Have a Piece of Me and Chapter One.

I’m getting back to work. I wanted to show some proof.

Also, I thought it was about time to share a little of it outside the tiny circle it’s been living in.

Truthfully I haven’t gotten much done, but I did a lot to this little section just today.

So here’s a piece of Chapter One of Physical Therapy. Hope you enjoy.


“Breathe. Just breathe. You can do this. Just breathe. You’ll be fine. You can deal with this.”

The pep talk wasn’t working. She was trying to calmly breathe through her nose, but it was making her lightheaded. Her mouth was arid and sour, making it a toss-up between throwing up and passing out.

What the hell, maybe she’d do both.

She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths—this time through her mouth—to steady her trembling hands.

“You can do this. Maybe he’s not staying long.” She snorted softly, opening her eyes. “Yeah, right.”

Emma Smith had been just fine until she arrived at her cousin’s house for dinner to find that her usual parking space had been usurped by an unwelcome entity.

Twisting the rearview mirror towards her, she noticed her usually peachy cheeks were pale, so she pinched them to bring some of the color back. All that did was make her blotchy.

“Ugh.” Now she’d have to wait for the blotches to fade before she could even get out of the car.

A few minutes later, after a few more deep breaths, she made herself leave the safety of the vehicle. When she stepped out onto the pavement her legs were wobbly, so she grabbed onto the car door for balance. Hands clenched, she glared at the offensive silver Subaru occupying her spot, her stomach full of butterflies on speed.

She hated that a car was making her crazy. She hated that her bubble had been invaded by the owner of the car.

Once upon a time, Emma’s bubble used to contain this two-story in the ‘burbs where she lived with her cousin —until Casey announced that her boyfriend-since-forever was moving in.

Emma had always liked Greg Davis. He was a few years older, but he’d always been sweet to her. He’d been in love with Casey since forever, and Casey had been in love with Greg since forever. Greg was tall and blonde, Casey petite and blonde, both were athletic, left-brain types who fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

They were perfect for one another.

Greg moving in was the catalyst for Emma to find her own space. It was way past time. They didn’t need her underfoot while they were starting their life together. Emma was fine with that.

No, she didn’t have a problem with Greg.

The problem was with Greg’s younger brother, Brandon. He had been Casey’s friend since birth, and one of Emma’s childhood torturers. He didn’t notice her until after her “Kindergarten Freak- Out.” That’s when the verbal and emotional torture began. It lasted until high school, when he just started ignoring her. Then he danced off into the sunset, giving her a chance to breathe.

Emma rarely saw him since he’d been back, but when he did cross her path like the proverbial black cat, she just plastered a fake smile on her face until she could get home and scream into a pillow.

It seemed she was going to have to smile really big tonight.

My 35th Birthday Is In One Week

Now that I’ve got your attention..ha. That’s pretty much all I have to say about July 22. For now. I’ll be 35, and I will be working towards a self-imposed deadline the entire three days I will have off from the booze shop. And I’m pretty excited about it. Did I tell you? They’re doing the 2012 Olympics in London for my birthday. They’re a week late, but I totally understand. It takes a lot of work to put together a celebration of this magnitude.

Anyway, I was talking about that deadline I gave myself. I’ve got until August 1, 2012, to come forth with a pretty damn perfect final draft for PHYSICAL THERAPY. That will be the one-year anniversary of my starting a project that I thought was only going to take a month.

More about that deadline another time.

I got myself nice and focused last night and sat down and prettied up Samantha Jane Uses Her Words. Do you like her? Is she shiny and relaxing? Is she too pink? I’m not REALLY that much of a pink girl, but I thought I could use the theme of the blog to reflect my current projects.

The color pink has a place of importance in the story. No, the Heroine doesn’t dress in all pink, her bedroom isn’t all pink and girly. It’s not THE most important part of the story, but it’s significant to Emma and Brandon.

Plus, there are stars. Who doesn’t like stars?

Oh, and the picture of me that all real authors would have up on their blog/website? My picture is Daria Morgendorffer. You know, “La la la.” People refer to me as Daria a lot. Apparently I’ve got that sarcasm/cynic/realist thing going on. And I’ve never been known to hesitate to lay down some truth. Then there’s the glasses and the hair thing.
Another reason Daria is my placeholder is because that picture is how people know me. If I change my picture on Twitter, no one knows who I am.

Slightly off the topic:
So, for the record, I don’t own any of the images that are gracing my blog. I’m starting to learn about rights and
stuff, taking the self-publishing fork in the road for this first story.

I’m putting together a book cover, which has made me about lose my mind. I didn’t think I’d need a degree in Art or
Computer Graphics to write smut. I don’t know why that never occurred to me. Perhaps because I do words and not
pictures, or The Matrix. So this first cover gets put together after 5 days. The first 3 days were spent reading
and trying to learn what all the manuals and videos were telling me to do. I just didn’t get it. Finally, I just
said to hell with the manuals and videos, and figured out the basics myself.

What I got looked like a kid’s fingerpainting. Actually, that’s an insult to kids. I wasn’t getting the hang of it,
and I was getting frustrated, so I decided to back away. That’s when a buddy told me about Createspace. It took
less than an hour to get the basics of what I wanted. I’m not going to stop learning about the software, but I
think Createspace might be a better way to go THIS time. (edit: See? I’m so computer-illiterate I can’t figure out how to fix those paragraphs.)

Finding images takes forever sometimes. There are a couple of sites I’ve checked out that had ALMOST the right
images & they could be mine for the right price. But Createspace has free images, which, yes, can be lame, but they
had the exact image I wanted, so it can’t be all bad.

Anyway, my picture is Daria, and will remain to be Daria until I have a really good photo that isn’t 15 years old. The last really good pictures that I had are headshots from 1997.

Oh, something I noticed while I was cleaning up in here. My “follower” count says that 917 people have visited my blog.

At first I was all

Then I was all

And THEN I was all

It was pretty exciting to see that number. Especially considering I thought maybe 6 or 7 people were reading this. So to see that I’m not on this journey alone is AWESOME.

Thanks to all of you.