Wednesday, January 22, 2014

the alabama sons playlist in my head

did you know Alabama Sons has a soundtrack in my head? well, it does! :) when i write scenes they are often inspired by songs i love or maybe that i've just heard in passing. this playlist is in order of scenes in the book.'s also no joke that Penny's name is Penny because of the Hanson song ... also it's Taylor Hanson's first daughter's name. not sorry. ENJOY! ;)

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

i'm gonna tell her that i love 'er! *hiccup*

a wise man once said, "a drunk man's words are a sober mans thoughts". ah, how true he be that probably drunk man. this was another fun scene to write. i've heard from a few male friends over the years that they got drunk and told their partner they loved them. hmmm, seems like a cop out, don't you think? ;) jackson meant well. he's too adorable!


SHE TOLD ME to meet her at the pickup truck in the field behind her house. I wanted to tell her that I couldn’t stop thinking about her: that tiny dimple just above her lip? I never wanted to stop kissing it. I knew I loved her. I had to tell her tonight.
I was at the bar with Owen and Anders, drinking with them tonight would give me enough bravado to tell her. I held onto my keys, hesitating. Maybe Anders could drive me?  “Anders, hey Anders,” I stumbled toward him, “drive me to Penny’s!” Am I shouting?  I shook his shoulder lightly.
He held up one finger in response. His lips stitched to someone who I didn’t recognize. Such is the case with Anders. Such used to be my case.
I snarled, “I want some too, c’mon man.” I tugged on his shirt sleeve.
He stretched his neck back, with a grin, “From who, me or her?” The blonde’s cheeks flushed with a soft giggle. Could she seriously have been turned on by the thought of that?
“We could have some fun!” She brushed a finger slowly up my shirt buttons, my eyes followed as she went over each.
I grabbed her hand and slowly returned it to her. “I have a woman, a damn respectable woman, at home, waiting for me. Anders, c’mon you guys can leave, just drop me off first.”
Anders looked at me for a second, looking madder than hell, before turning to a smile. “You’ll owe me, Hawkes.”
I nodded, swallowing slowly, my mouth dry from my inebriation. “I’ll owe you.”
“I want a night with that lead singer of yours.”
I shook my head. I love him, but he’s terrible with women. “You don’t even like brunettes.”
“Well, I like that brunette!”
“Hey!” Naturally the blonde tartlet would have an annoying high pitch to her voice.
“What?” Anders’s face snarled.
“I’m right here?” She retorted, her face mimicking Anders’s snarl.
“And…” He questioned. She turned into his side harder, rubbing his chest. I wanted to be disgusted but I couldn’t. It made me feel good, I imagined that’s what Penny and I looked like when she held me tight and ran her hand over my chest.
“Anders c’mon man, what’s the deal?” I was getting restless and losing my liquid courage.
“Yeah, look Becky,” Anders started pulling himself free from Becky.
“Bethany.” She interjected. Correction, from Bethany.
“This wasn’t gonna be a thing, I mean it’d be a thing… a good thing…for tonight.” He removed himself completely, and turned to me, nodding toward the door and moving his feet quickly.
“Whatever, your other friend is somewhere still.” She made no sign of defeat whatsoever. Poor Owen, she’d probably make him bear the pain.
I texted him, well I tried to anyway, “w e ar e leavnge you god?”
His response made me guffaw as I climbed into Anders overly jacked up Bronco. “Am I god, yes. I’m also, good, no worries, Becky just found me ;)”.
“Bethany!” I texted back with a laugh, as I also shouted her name out loud.
“Yeah, that one was crazy. Sorry about that.” Anders thought I was yelling at him.
“What?” I looked at him with brows pinched together, was there four of him? “There are four of you.”
“No just one. Tall, dark and handsome.”
I laughed. He was indeed tall, dark and handsome and since we’d been friends over the last year and some change I’d seen him use that to his advantage more than once.
“Yeah, yeah,” I fidgeted with my phone, thinking about how I’d tell her that the last two months of my life had been the most perfect.
I started replaying all the moments where I’d tried to tell her before. Like last Tuesday, the week before the show in Nashville, she came over the apartment and cleaned before I got home and then made brownies. I had tried to convince her to sleep with me then and she wouldn’t. She said I’d know when the time was right. “Well, fuck, Penny that’s always.” I’d said to her. She laughed and force fed me a brownie. I loved that brownie, and I knew I’d loved her then, and I almost said it.

Monday, January 20, 2014

a release day preview: where the heck is my first kiss?

well, how about a little scene i love so much? one of Jackson and Penny's first "dates" and the entrance of Carleigh Banks! i absolutely love the beginning butterflies of relationships. it's so much fun to write them, too! enjoy, little birds! xo

The bar we walked into smelled like motorcycle exhaust mixed with whiskey and was so thick I’m sure if you lit a match the air around you would catch on fire. Jackson held a hand at my lower back and steered me toward the bar. I felt like crawling into his plaid shirt and Levi’s and building a fort for safety. 

   “Where the heck are we, Jackson?” I pulled the fabric of my starched dress down hoping to cover a little more skin. My earlier attempt at appearing cute for only him was now futile. He laughed down at me, a few inches taller than me; he stopped us and lifted a hand to my shoulder. “I promise it’s not as bad as it seems. I just want to see the next band’s set, then we’ll book, swear on Mama.” 

   I sighed. “Don’t ever swear on your Mama, Jackson. I’ll be fine, I just feel overdressed.” 

   “You look absolutely perfect. Adorable, honestly.” His eyes roamed over me, his hand fell from my shoulder. “Penny, you’re too beautiful for words.” His hands came up to either side of my ribs, his thumbs just under the curves of my breasts. His lips came down closer to mine. 

  This is it, this is it! 

 He placed a delicate kiss on the corner of my lips and dragged his thumbs, albeit slowly, away from my excited flesh. 

  Oh what the shit? 

 He grabbed my hand and led us to the bar, which was made of beveled steel and appropriately painted the candy apple red color of a MAC Tools box. He turned his head to ask me if I wanted anything and I shook my head. 

 “She’ll have a Skirt Lifter.” He replied for me. “And I’ll have whatever that is.” He pointed his finger to a tap handle that trumped all the other taps in the row. It was shaped like the grim reaper and plainly said ‘666’ on it. He turned back to me and wiped the shit-eating-grin from his face when he saw my glare. 

 “What, Penn, what’s the matter?” He laughed, and thumbed my cheekbone. 

 “I hate drinking when I’m out. Or having my skirt lifted in public.” I folded my arms over my chest and nodded my chin back to the bar where the bar tender had just placed our drinks. Jackson turned around and put a $10 on the bar and turned back to hand me my drink. I brought it to my nose, it smelled like sweet tea. 

 “Who said it’d be in public?” He pulled me in close to him, his fingertips brushing where my dress ended at my thigh. The mix of panic and excitement was euphoric. 

I lifted the drink to my lips to hide my smile. It was sweet tea. “What is this?” 

 He smiled, “Sweet tea vodka and lemonade.” 

 “It’s deadly delicious.” I sipped slowly. 

 “That’s why it’s called a Skirt Lifter, Peaches” I quirked an eyebrow at his sudden pet name. 

  The band started to play behind us and we both turned to face the small, barely lifted stage as the guitarists started an opening song that sounded like The Who’s Baba O’Reilly if given a thick cheeseburger and a cold beer. They played the opening song like they were jamming out in their moldy basement. They finished and a girl came bounding up the stairs from the side of the stage, holding a microphone in one hand and her acoustic slung around her shoulder like a quiver of arrows. I was instantly on edge. She was gorgeous. Her hair was dark, but had an almost white streak of blonde behind each ear that was curled into giant rolls that dangled down over her chest and looked perfect. I pulled at my own hair that I hadn’t styled and it suddenly felt frizzy. Her tight jeans hugged her skinny waist just below her hipbones; her mid-section exposed what appeared to be a Lynard Skynard shirt purchased in the little boys section. Her had-to-be-fake breasts literally strained against the ‘L’ somewhere in her right armpit and the ‘D’ somewhere in her left. She immediately began wailing out, her throat moving as she belted.

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happy birthday, Alabama Sons!

well my friends.
the day ... is finally here. *releases the breath i've been holding for the last seven months*
i am so blessed and so thankful to have had such an amazing support system behind me for the last several months. guiding me and steering me toward the path, the right path! how amazing it feels to say 'i'm an author' and to think months ago i thought i couldn't do it. really, i thought, i don't need to do this. well now that notion just seems insane. of course i need this! i'm addicted to this feeling!
i'm proud to bring you Alabama Sons, and i'll be even more proud to continue bringing you the crazy stories in my head. (i've already started writing two more!)
i'm excited, CRAZY excited, even though we've hit a teensy teeny bump in the road. i created my amazon, b&n, and itunes accounts using my e. a. whitehead EIN tax id, and only after was told they would probably get 'held up'. well, shoot, they did. apparently it takes about 6 weeks to clear a business tax id. and only AFTER i submitted the information did i learn i could have just used my ssn since the bank account associated with everything is still in my legal name. i'm sorry to those of you on Nook or Sony readers, i PROMISE i will update you as soon as possible! and if you're looking for a print book i will have those in about two weeks! -fewf-
and so without the further wait, since i know you've all held the same baited breath ...

Thursday, January 16, 2014

goodreads giveaway!

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Wednesday, January 15, 2014

review tour sign-up


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