One Last Wish

So my newest book, One Last Wish, is now available! Crazy, isn’t it? I’m 21 years old and I’m now the proud author of threeBelanger Mockup 2 (1) published books!

So now I’m looking for some reviews. If you’re willing to provide an honest review, and post it to , goodreads, and , I would be willing to provide a PDF file via email.

Please email me at: if interested.


If you just want to buy a paperback or kindle copy for yourself, you can do so HERE

I hope to hear from you soon!


“One Last Wish” Update

So I’m really excited because One Last Wish is moving along quite well. I’m almost halfway done the third draft and then I send my manuscript to my agent. Yes, you read that right. My agent. I decided this time around I needed a little bit of professional help.

This means I’ll have a professional author website up and running once it’s done being made, One Last Wish will have professional editing and a book design will be created for me. It’ll be published the same way as Lost Voice and Shadows were, but with some extra help this time around.

I’m used to doing all of this on my own, so I’m excited how far a bit of professional help will take me this time around.

I don’t have a release date, yet, but I believe One Last Wish will be out sometime this year or early next year. Keep your eyes peeled for a release date and more updates!

Maine Warrior Salute 2015

It’s that time of year, again!

I have a co-worker who’s hosting the third annual Maine Warrior Salute event this summer and she’s spoken with me about finding donations for a massive raffle they’re having at the event. She’s looking for more actual items to raffle off. I’m donating a few autographed copies of both my novels, and I’m asking for other authors in the US to donate an autographed copy (s) of their novels, as well.

Last year we were able to raise over $3,000.

Proceeds go to the Wounded Heros Program of Maine. More information can be found here:

If you have any questions or would like to make a donation, please contact me at:

Thank you!

When the Waves Crash, a poem by me.

Take my hand
and come walk with me.
Place your footprints here
before the mighty sea.
And when the waves crash down
I’ll be your anchor.
So hold my hand tight
and I’ll keep you ashore.
When the waves crash down,
I’ll be around
as long as your heart beats
because I love that sound.

College Rant

Get a degree. Further your career. Make good money. Give up four crucial years of your life. Go to college. It’ll be fun they said.

They lied.

The thing is, this whole college thing isn’t fun. Or easy. Or cheap. You see, I’m in my third year of college and I’m behind on my major. Correction. I’m not even a part of my major yet. When I graduated high school I was absolutely certain I wanted to be a doctor. A OBGYN to be exact. But things change. People change their minds every day. I can barely decide what I want for dinner tonight. After my first year of college, I started working at the hospital as a CNA, a certification I got my senior year of high school.

And you know something? I loved it. Still do. So much that I decided to change my major to nursing. But here’s the problem. My GPA wasn’t up to the 3.0 it needed to be. As a pre-med major, my 2.1 GPA was considered decent. Hell, even my current 2.57 GPA is considered great. But not if I want to change majors. Nope, I need a 3.0 to have a chance at switching. I’m hoping this semester will finally get me to that 3.0. Otherwise I’m screwed.

I go to school full time to get as much financial aid as possible. I work full time (and sometimes overtime) to be able to pay the rest of my tuition my financial aid doesn’t cover. Limiting myself on either school or work will not go over well for me. But that’s another story for another time.

School’s hard. My philosophy class requires a seven page essay following a hundred pages of extensive reading every week. This isn’t the only assignment assigned each week, but it is the most time consuming. At the end of doing this course work, working my 36+ hours of overnights at the hospital, attending class, and sneaking in sleep here and there to keep me going, what time is left for my other course work? This, in turn, poses a risk to my GPA. If I can’t spend time on my other classes, will my grades fail?

Yes, I admit I’m procrastinating right now by writing this blog post, but if you truly think about it, my writing is suffering. I haven’t written a blog post in almost a month, and it had been longer before that one. My word count for One Last Wish has been stuck at 4000 words for almost two months and I usually write at least 2,000 a day. That means the book should be close to half way finished  if not more!

Let me conclude with this statement: I am 20 years old and my social life consists mainly of my coworkers at work, roommate, her boyfriend, and seeing my boyfriend on weekends. College runs my life. It’s not fun. It’s not easy. But hopefully, one day I’ll look back, years from now, and be able to say it was worth it.

Good Catch! – or not?

Four years ago I would say I didn’t know how to watch after a child.

Four years ago the mere thought of emesis (better known as throw-up or vomit) would make me gag. But even still, at fifteen years old I made the agreement to become a godmother and at sixteen I had a godson.

Today on our long drive to visit my dad at work (only an hour, but to both a four and one year-old, it seems like forever), Carter suddenly made a strange face. I knew that face. The one where you’re trying to focus on anything but the strange feeling in your tummy. The one that turns pale and the lips tighten to contain anything that may want to come out. I’d seen that face before – hell, I’ve even made it.

I hit the brakes as I pulled into the breakdown lane, threw the car into park, tapped on the hazard lights, whipped off my seat belt and jumped out of the car. By the time I’d gotten to him, he was holding his hand under his chin covered in bile.

“I threwed up, Cole,” he said and then made the face again.

As a CNA, the first instinct was to catch it. And I did just that – with two bare hands.

I’ve now learned the most essential things to carry in a car when travelling with children (which I had):

  1. A bottle of water
  2. napkins
  3. wipes

He felt better, which was good, and after cleaning him, my car, and myself (while consoling a crying one year old because of a mixture of thinking it was time to get out of her car seat and upset her brother was sick) we enjoyed our visit with my dad.

But I have a whole new respect for my parents. There was definitely a time or two (hundred?) growing up that my parents did the same for me. Dealing with a child who gets motion sickness even going ten minutes down the road had to be tough. But they stuck it out and I thank them for that. (and wholly apologize)