A Response to ‘Women Against Feminism.’

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Originally posted on iwantedwings:

Imagine this:

The year is 2014. You are a white Western woman. You wake up in the morning in a comfortably sized house or flat. You have a full or part-time job that enables you to pay your rent or mortgage. You have been to school and maybe even college or university as well. You can read and write and count. You own a car or have a driver’s licence. You have enough money in your own bank account to feed and clothe yourself. You have access to the Internet. You can vote. You have a boyfriend or girlfriend of your choosing, who you can also marry if you want to, and raise a family with. You walk down the street wearing whatever you feel like wearing. You can go to bars and clubs and sleep with whomever you want.

Your world is full of freedom and possibility.

Then you…

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Thank you, Shave to Save Donors!






Laurelin Paige

Laurelin Paige

Crystal Jordan

Crystal Jordan

Crystal Jordan (couldn't fit them all on one poster!)

Crystal Jordan (couldn’t fit them all on one poster!)

Jody Wallace and Frank tuttle

Jody Wallace and Frank tuttle

Robin Bielman, Sarah Ballance, and Terri Meeker

Robin Bielman, Sarah Ballance, and Terri Meeker

Yolanda Sfetsos

Yolanda Sfetsos

Cassiel Knight and Laura Welling

Cassiel Knight and Laura Welling

Missy Jane and Cecilia Dominic

Missy Jane and Cecilia Dominic

Angela Addams and Annie Nicholas

Angela Addams and Annie Nicholas

Dani Worth and Rinda Elliott

Dani Worth and Rinda Elliott


Shave To Save 2014

I am participating in Shave To SaveThis event benefits the American Cancer Society with the goal of helping people stay well, helping people get well, finding cures and fighting back. If enough money is raised by July 15, I pledge to shave my head in support of cancer research. That goal is $2,000. I put the word out on my personal Facebook, Twitter, and to my authors at Samhain Publishing. My authors responded with gusto, and completely blew me away. As of the writing of this post, I only have $145 to go before I make the $2,000 goal. Now, that’s not to say my campaigning for this event will end there. It won’t. I have until July 15, after all, and there’s nothing that says you can’t raise more money than you set out to for a good cause. Odds are everyone will, in one way or another, be affected by cancer. There is no amount too great to raise for research, treatment, and trying to give those who have been handed a cancer diagnosis a bright future. So if you want to sponsor me, please feel free to swing by my fundraising page. In the meantime, these are the authors who have supported the American Cancer Society. With the exception of one, all should be in alphabetical order by last name. I will continue to update this list as donations come in, so please check back. All my Samhain authors are incredibly special, so while you’re here, check out the list to your left. There are amazing stories behind each of those titles.

Angela Addams

Cursed Wolf Slayer Wolves' Bane

Sarah Ballance



Robin Bielman


Cecilia Dominic

The Mountain's Shadow Long Shadows Blood's Shadow

Rinda Elliott

Dweller on the Threshold Blood Of An Ancient

Missy Jane

DayShift72lg TheyCallMeDeath72LG Born Of Stone

Crystal Jordan

Vegas Vacation Hawaiian Holiday Italian Interlude Roman Reunion Alaskan AdventureFleetingPassions72LGstolenpassions-200x316 Illicit Passions     Edge Of Night Treasured72LG Wasteland Wanderer72LG TotalEclipseHeart72LG MakeMeBelieve72LG ItsRainingMen72LG IfYouBelieve72LG Believe_In_Me_72_LG BigGirlsDontDie72LG CrazyLittleThingCalledLove72LG DemonsCaress72lg

Cassiel Knight

KeyOfSolomon72LG The Death Skull

Annie Nicholas

Scent of Salvation

Laurelin Paige

Take Two Star Struck

Yolanda Sfetsos

PatchOfDarknessA72lg SplitattheSeams72lg On Pins and Needles Torn from the Shadows A Stitch on Time           Wither72LG Clash72lg Shiver

Frank Tuttle

m1 m2 m3 m4 m5 m6 m7 m8

Jody Wallace

ASpellForSusannah72LG LiamsGold72LG OneThousandKisses72LG SurvivaloftheFairest72LG Tangible

Laura Welling

Talent To Burn


Dani Worth

Kithra Replicant Catalyst Origin           After the Crux Sole Survivors






Stephanie Berget <– Stephanie is an author for a different house who responded to my Twitter call.

ORAcon 2013




Nothing like a conference to remind you how little you update your blog.

I had a fantastic weekend in Springfield, Missouri with the lovely ladies (and gentlemen) of the Ozark Romance Authors during their annual ORAcon convention. Alongside other industry professionals, including Laurie McLean of the Foreword Literary Agency and Tish Beaty of L. Perkins Agency, I chatted with authors, took pitches, and participated in the “Query Letter Gong Show.” There were other incredible events and workshops, presentations by the Killion Group, Leigh MichaelsShawntelle Madison, and  Jeannie Lin.

These events are incredibly valuable to authors in terms of resources and networking, as well as enhancing an overall sense of community. It’s a good reminder of how far-reaching the industry is, especially since the vast majority of our work is done in an empty office, or while balancing writing with friends and family who might be supportive, but don’t “get it” the way other authors do. The ORA Convention was hosted by a small but well-organized regional author group; I heartily encourage all authors, published or aspiring, to seek out local groups like ORA. Our online family is amazing, but sometimes you need what a computer screen can’t provide.

Personal highlight: I put a face to Candice Gilmer, who is as hysterical in person as she is online. For those skeptics, Candice yelled across a bar, “That’s my dick!” and didn’t realize how it sounded until after it was out. I couldn’t stop laughing.

“If anything can go wrong, it will, and at the worst possible moment.”

“I never could make a good impromptu speech without several hours to prepare it.”
– Mark Twain

Happy 4th, everyone!

I will be celebrating with work, which I hope to do without being blown-up by my rambunctious in-laws.

I will also be preparing for my talk on Saturday, July 6th at the Ozark Romance Authors monthly meeting. I need to come up with something witty or informative to say, or I’ll just hide under the desk the whole time. Anyway, if anyone is in the Springfield, MO area and would like to come and make me even more nervous, details for the event are available on ORA’s Facebook page!


The Kitchen Sink

So, this post is going to contain a little bit of everything, because it’s been a while since I updated.

Tangible72lgFirst and foremost, belated congratulations to the wonderfully talented Jody Wallace on the release of TANGIBLE, a kick-ass Whedonesque urban fantasy that will leave you begging for more. Rest assured, she tells me she’s working on the next in the series.

Second…RT was amazing. Yes, a month later and at least twelve conventions have occurred since then, but I had a ball at RT. I got to connect (kinda) with Laurelin Paige, via a friend of hers who attended the Samhain Safari Party. And I ended up with more books than I know what to do with.

Third, for those familiar with the Ozarks region, the Ozark Romance Authors (or ORA) will host their annual conference this September. Yours truly will be in attendance, both on panels and taking pitches and possibly doing other things. This will be my first time attending, which really shows bad form on my part, considering the group is relatively local to my area. Anyway, I’m anticipating meeting a lot of people and hopefully seeing a few familiar faces.

Lastly…the hubs and I are house-hunting. As though life wasn’t complicated enough. We found one we really like, but are trying to exhaust all possibilities, which works well in theory but we also don’t want to wait too long, or else someone else might snag it. Any advice from house-hunting veterans would be appreciated.

That’s the last month and a half in a nutshell.


Wherein I wax poetically about my wedding day.

wedding pic

WARNING: Emotional sappy post ahead.

A year ago today, I was a nervous wreck.


As of writing this, the time is almost 1:30pm Central Daylight Time. On April 28, 2012, I was in a room in a small church I’d only visited a handful of times, packed into a wedding dress, thick hair piled into an up-do, and listening to my maid of honor sing Man Up! from the hit Broadway show Book of Mormon to pump me up and fight my stage fright. The ceremony started at two o’clock.

holly and kimmie

This past year has been amazing for any number of reasons, but everything seemed to spiral toward a special kind of awesome starting that day. I was never the kind of girl who fantasized about her dream wedding. There were only a couple things I said I wanted for my wedding day, but these were things I had likewise supposed would never happen.

I’m a realist in so many ways. I knew growing up that becoming exactly what I wanted to be as a child was far-fetched at best. I thought my standards were unrealistic, and perhaps I made them such to do as much as I could to avoid getting hurt. In many ways, I could commiserate with Sandra Bullock’s character in Practical Magic—concocting the perfect spell for a dream man who couldn’t possibly exist (and therefore couldn’t possibly hurt me), only I had no magic, just my own personal way of keeping people at a distance.

I was ready to meet Aaron when I did, and every time I showed him a part of myself that I thought was a deal-breaker, he insisted on getting that much closer. We were both nervous and horribly inept at dating, and for as much as I was a coward in personal relationships, I was also a hopeless romantic. I’m a romance editor and author—I live, eat, drink, breathe this stuff every day. I knew what I wanted was impossible, yet Aaron was hell-bent on showing me otherwise. And while our love story isn’t something I think could be written into a marketable book, it was perfectly us.

Before I knew Aaron, I honestly didn’t think I’d get married. I didn’t think I could get close enough to someone to want that. I’d speak flippantly about my theoretical wedding day and the sort of kickass party I’d throw, but nothing was concrete. There were only two things I knew for certain I wanted if it ever happened. One: I wanted my grandfather to perform the ceremony. He’s a Church of Christ minister, incredibly fundamentalist, and even though I am not religious in any sense, I wanted him to officiate because my grandfather is one of the two best men I know. He and my grandmother were there for my brother and me during the dark times of our childhood. He has been more of my father than my real father could ever hope to be. I wanted him to be a part of it.

holly and fafa

The second thing? I wanted my brother to give me away.

stephen and holly

I have a complicated relationship with my father. He’s not a bad guy, but he’s not been a father in the strictest sense, more like a fun uncle I see a couple times a year. Those father/daughter moments that make up the traditional idea of a wedding wouldn’t work; I couldn’t see him giving me away, because he was never around in the first place. So, from the time I was in high school, I had decided if I ever got married, I wanted my brother to fill that role.

stephen and holly2

And that was it. My dream wedding. Marry my best friend, grandfather leading the ceremony, my brother walking me down the aisle.

A year ago today, that actually happened. And I was nervous as all get out. At least my nervousness gave me a great story to tell…to Josh Gad from the Book of Mormon cast. Aaron and I went to NYC for our honeymoon and actually got to see the play with the original cast. Afterward, while we piled outside to get the casts’ autographs, I told the original singer of Man Up! my wedding story. Well, that part. It was a living fairytale.

josh gad bookofmormon

A few weeks ago, Aaron and I started talking about potentially buying (or building) a house. This will be down the line, of course. Probably after we have the car paid off, or at the very least have a bit more set aside. It occurred to me, describing to him what sort of house I’d want (antebellum architecture), that nearly everything I wanted as a child—even the impossible things—had occurred. I’d published books, married my best friend, had the wedding I wanted, and had landed my dream job as an editor for Samhain Publishing. If I actually get the house I’ve wanted since childhood…well, let’s just say no one ever gets to pinch me.

Life isn’t like fiction. These impossible things that became possible for me didn’t happen the way they would in a story. But sometimes life imitates fiction. I won’t say everything has been easy, because it’s easy for me romanticize the path that brought me here today of all days. There were obstacles to cross. Fights to get through. Habits to kick. Patterns to make and break. Yet I am so grateful for everyone who made the last year possible: my mother, my brother, my grandfather, my hetero-lifemate Kimmie, everyone at Samhain, my authors, and of course my husband. He’s been a hell of a cheerleader from the beginning, continually embodying my construct of a perfect romance hero.

Thank you, Aaron, and happy anniversary. I love you.
holly and aaron