I've been trying to figure out a way to share a sample of The Player for quite some time and I think I finally figured it out (I hope!). I did a Podcast interview the other day and was telling the lovely women of Romance Between the Pages that I cannot listen to my books. It makes me feel embarrassed and creeped out and I hate it (my husband is thoroughly amused by this, by the way). And then, I remembered The Player. It's the only book of mine that I can actually bear to listen to. I think it's ...
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Reality & Fiction
This is something that's been on my mind for a long time, and because of some things I've seen recently, I figured I'd address it (and I really hope I won't be the only one).
Storytelling is an art form. It's something a writer creates, sometimes from a single thought that strikes late at night and develops haunting whispered, "What ifs?" until they're forced to turn those thoughts into stories. Sometimes those stories end up being some of your favorites (and sometimes least). Regardless of ...
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The Saga Continues
For the most part, I keep my private life private. I'm sure sometimes it doesn't seem that way, but I'm very careful about what I share and who I share it with. That hasn't been the case with cancer, though. When it comes to this, I share everything I can because I know I'm not alone in this journey and I hope that by sharing my experiences I can help somebody else either by raising awareness or help somebody going through it by letting them know that hey, I'm here. We're in this together.
If ...
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NEW YORK TIMES! (AGAIN— OMMGGG!)
The last time I hit the New York Times, I wrote a blog post about it. At the time, I joked with CD Reiss that if I ever hit the list, I'd write an Oscar-style speech. I sort of did. I don't know how to link you to that post right now (shocker- did I mention I'm terrible with technology? And yes, I am only 32 years old).
In that post, I spoke about my father, because he's responsible for my writing. He's responsible for a lot of things. A lot of things I didn't see while he was still alive. A ...
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Teaser Tuesday: The Player
“I went to the bar for you tonight,” I said, hoping that the gravity I held in my gaze would be enough to appease her.
“Why?”
“I think you know why, Camila.”
Her lips parted slightly, as if she was going to say something, but then she shut them again and looked around. I wondered what she was looking for. There was loud Hispanic music coming from the corner and some guys sitting around a domino table, but aside from that the street was empty.
“Let me take you out,” I said, earning ...
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The Player: Prologue
Prologue
Reporter: “Your one constant has always remained that soccer is the number-one love of your life. That you’d never trade it for anything or anyone. Does that still stand?”
I inhaled a heavy breath when I heard the question. I set down my fork and knife and walked over to the television. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t. I’d promised myself I wasn’t going to look at him, listen to him, talk to him, have absolutely anything to do with him once he left. Yet there I was, like I was sure ...
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