October 2

#MondayMorningMusic – Wrong by Depeche Mode

When I first wrote Yours Truly, any song mentions I included in the book were the first that came to mind – I went with my gut on most things, song choice included. Most of my original choices made the final cut.

But I had trouble picking a song that would fit Izzie to a “t”. She’s sort of a quirk of nature – with no qualities that truly stand out, except maybe for her absolute clumsiness – she is, as intended, something of an everyman.

Ultimately, I wanted a song that would speak to Izzie being on the outside of things. Like many women, she dated someone who was a complete jerk, but lacked the self-confidence to realize she deserved better. While it’s only hinted at, she has a track record of dating the wrong men. Her down-to-earth demeanor is no match for Cardwell’s celebrity (or at least what she thinks Cardwell’s girlfriend should be like).

Which is how I ended up with Depeche Mode’s, “Wrong”. It’s the song I play for myself on my birthday every year – I tend to be on the outside of most things… sometimes by choice, sometimes not. “Wrong” was such the right pick to start off Izzie’s story, I’m almost irritated it took me so long to realize it.

If you haven’t yet checked out Yours Truly, get thee hence! 🙂 And skip down to the video to get your toes tapping.



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Depeche Mode – Wrong from Depeche Mode on Vimeo.

March 3

#YoursTruly Release Day is Here! #TWRP Rocks!

Mornin’, y’all.

It’s going to be a normal, busy work day around these parts, but I’m excited release day is *finally* here, thanks to the hard work of my publisher, The Wild Rose Press. They’ve been awesome (shoutout to my editor, Leanne!) helping me get Yours Truly (re)ready for publication.

If you’re so inclined, here’s where you can purchase Yours Truly:

The Wild Rose Press (E-Book) – The ebook is 50% off!
The Wild Rose Press (Print)
Amazon (E-Book)
Amazon (Print)
Bookstrand (E-Book)
Kobo (E-Book)

I have no idea why it’s not at Barnes and Noble, but you can find the epub version at any of the above, except Amazon. Obviously. 😀


Izzie Greene never wanted the limelight. As a caterer for Poe, the top-rated U.S. TV show, she had background player down pat. Her main focus was to spoil the cast and crew and fantasize about her celebrity crush, Scotsman Cardwell Bennett, while navigating the daily chaos.

Izzie’s professional life takes a sharp left turn when her ex-boyfriend unexpectedly arrives on set. Her personal life spirals into Hell when she runs afoul of an unethical paparazzo. Thrust into the public eye, her notoriety is fueled by equal measures of constant scrutiny, speculation, and half-truths. Her rumored romance with Cardwell further stokes the flames.

Held captive by the media, accident-prone Izzie struggles to keep her privacy, secrets, and sanity intact—not to mention her sense of humor. With help from her best friend Delly, her temperamental cat Edgar, and unexpected backup, Izzie might withstand the onslaught. And survive the season.


Not to be deterred, I shoved a pile to the floor, sat in the small space I’d created, and burst into tears. My hand jerked spasmodically, and coffee sloshed onto my lap.

“Jeez, Izzie.” Delly took the cup and the mutilated donut and set them next to the laptop. “Please tell me you’re not wasting any more emotional space on Ritchie.” She threw an armful of the clothes I’d bulldozed to the floor in a box and crammed the top shut, glancing up long enough to see me shake my head. “Then what’s the problem?”

My breath hitched in a succession of gasps. “I knew this would happen.”

The sound of packing tape stopped mid-scritch. “Knew what would happen?”

“That he would finally decide I wasn’t good enough.”

Delly’s eyes narrowed. “You said this wasn’t about Ritchie.”

“It’s not,” I choked out. “This is what always happens. I’ll live the rest of my life single. Alone. With dozens of cats.”

“You only have one.”

“There’s still time. I’m like Typhoid Mary. A carrier of the dysfunctional relationship gene. I. Am. A. Pariah.” More clothes tumbled to the floor, propelled by my kicking feet, before I curled into a ball.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” The tape clattered to the floor. Delly grabbed my arms and pulled until I was back upright. “Your biggest problem isn’t that the men you choose to date don’t think you’re worth the effort. You’re just dumb enough to believe it.”

I threw her my most hateful look. “Screw you!”

Delly stomped her foot. “Damnit, Izzie Greene, you listen to me. You are amazing. You’re smart and beautiful and funny.”

“You’re my best friend. You’re supposed to love me.” My bottom lip jutted out, quivering.

“And you’re an incredible baker.” Her voice rose smugly over my protestations. “Cardwell B. loves your chocolate and cranberry scones.”

“That’s rich.” I snorted my disbelief. “If Ritchie doesn’t think I’m good enough, then Cardwell’s sure as shit not going to.”

“Don’t be stupid. Cardwell is nothing like Ritchie. He’s a nice guy.”

“Riiiiiight.” Nice guy didn’t translate to much in my dictionary. Ritchie had been nice, too…once upon a time.

Delly ignored my sarcasm. “No joke, Izz. He cornered me yesterday while everyone scrambled for that stupid bird, raving about those damn scones.” She shoved a fistful of tissues into my hands. “I know you’re upset, but get your shit together.”

I teared up again and motioned to the clothes-covered futon. “I was trying.”

“Feeling sorry for yourself isn’t trying.” Delly sat next to me and threw her arm around my shoulder. “Let’s finish packing. Then we’ll have girls’ night. Tomorrow morning, we’ll work the gig then head to the shop, and you’re prepping scones to bake first thing on Monday morning. They’ll be freshly made. Hot and steamy. Butter will drip off those scones.”

“Only you could make food sound like porn.” I sniffled and wiped my nose.

“Would porn with Cardwell really be bad?” She jabbed at my bare feet with the toe of her boot, forcing me to tuck them out of harm’s way.

I shot her a death glare.

“What?” Delly pulled her innocent face. “At least he can act.”


In the instance of something I find really cool, I stumbled across the following this morning. Any fans in Japan? 🙂


February 12

#YoursTruly Now Available for Pre-Order!

They say the third time is the charm, and I’m pleased as all get-out to announce that Yours Truly has a release date and that it’s currently available for pre-order.

So, mark your calendars for March 3rd and take your bad selves over to Amazon (or click on the cover image) and pre-order your copy.

Yours Truly hasn’t yet appeared on Barnes and Noble, but the ebook is also available for pre-order on BookStrand and Kobo. I haven’t seen it listed anywhere else yet, but let me know if you see it available on other sites.

For those of you who’ve purchased previous versions, thanks so much! There are differences between those and this one – every publisher has their own editing preferences, and The Wild Rose Press is no different that regard – so don’t be shy about ordering the most a copy if you wanted an updated version.

Thanks so much for all your support, and y’all have a happy Sunday!



February 23

#YoursTruly Updates and Cover Reveal

Since we last left off, the fate of From Poe to Know was hanging in the balance. Okay, maybe it wasn’t that fraught with peril, but I hadn’t decided whether to re-self publish it or go with another publisher. I shopped it, but until I had the contract in hand, I still wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I am pleased to announce, however, that the novel has a home with The Wild Rose Press, and is currently in the midst of the editing process.

I don’t have a release date as of yet, but I can give you a peek at the new cover, created by the fabulous Debbie Taylor.

Without further ado, I give you Yours Truly


October 8

I Stand with Vin or The Struggle Continues…

Vin Diesel
This morning my Facebook Trending feed showed me a headline that set the butterflies to goofing off:

Vin Diesel: Actor Appears in Shirtless Photo during Vacation in Florida

I’m sad to say I didn’t hesitate to click on it—I mean, who wouldn’t want to see a picture of Vin Diesel shirtless? Plus, he’s in Florida; I’m in Florida… I typically don’t go for the super buff in terms of what I’m attracted to, but he’s bald, and that is right up my alley.

Only his being shirtless wasn’t the point of the “article”—the author (whoever that may be, I didn’t stay long enough to get the name) chose to focus on his out of shape appearance.

Of course with celebrity a certain amount of public attention goes with the territory, but I don’t think I’ll ever understand the lengths the rag mags on or offline will go to in order to tear someone down. And I don’t need to read the comments to know there are plenty in the public who’ll take the opportunity to jump on the bandwagon too.

When I started writing Yours Truly, Cardwell B. (aka From Poe to Know) it was because of my supercrush on Benedict Cumberbatch. But as the story went on, I started thinking about what life must be like for those whose celebrity status means constant interaction with the paparazzi and what it would mean for anyone in the periphery. Love celebrities or hate them, I think we all sometimes forget they’re real people with real lives and real loved ones who are impacted by this kind of crap.

I don’t know Vin, don’t really know anything about him besides his movies (some of which I’ve enjoyed) and he sure as hell doesn’t need me to defend him, but surely his hard work and smarts (he wouldn’t be at his level of celebrity—regardless of what one thinks about the profession—without either one) what he’s done is worth more than this.

August 31

There’s No Stopping Changes…

Unfortunately, I found out today that Secret Cravings Publishing, the fantastic publisher who picked up From Poe to Know, has decided to close its doors. Starting tomorrow, From Poe to Know will no longer be available for purchase from any online retailers. While I wasn’t with SCP particularly long as an author, I’m proud to have been part of the crew for the better part of the past year. I met some fantastic people and learned a ton in the process.

That’s the bad news.

The good news is that I’ll be once again releasing the novel under its original title – Yours Truly, Cardwell B. – as soon as the rights revert back to me, hopefully by the end of the first week of September. It will be the same book as From Poe to Know, so those of you who purchased the ebook of the original version should be notified that an updated copy is available once I get everything uploaded. At least I think that’s how that works.

I haven’t decided if I’m going to keep it on Amazon only for a while or if I’ll go ahead and release it on other sites too. That’s on my list of things to figure out once the dust settles a bit.

I want to publicly thank everyone at Secret Cravings Publishing – including my fellow authors – for all their hard work and the helping hand they’ve extended during my time with them. They consistently went above and beyond to help, answer questions, and offer an insane amount of support. And I hope you’ll join me in wishing the other SCP authors well as they adjust to the changes, as well.

There will be updates here at the site to accommodate the recent changes, so pardon any dust flying around.

Thank you for your support!

K.J. Pierce

April 21

#TeaserTuesday – From Poe to Know

It’s been a while for a teaser and since From Poe to Know is Secret Cravings Publishing Book of the Day… 🙂

* * * *

My head whipped back and forth between Cardwell and Ritchie, neither of whom, I was sure, would “cry uncle” first. Tension rippled through the air, and Ritchie struggled with whether to snark back a reply—one that would most certainly be cringe-worthy to everyone but him—or pay homage to Cardwell. I knew he was trying to decide which one would ultimately serve his purpose.

Snark won when Ritchie squinted at Cardwell. “Dude, what happened to your nose?”

Delly’s sharp intake of breath nearly drowned out Adriana’s delighted giggle. Cardwell was wound tight, ready to launch himself at Ritchie. To his credit, he didn’t move an inch, but the scone clutched in his hand wasn’t going to make it.

“Izzie and I had a wee accident this morning.” Cardwell wrapped his arms around my shoulders and winked at me before turning his stoic gaze back to Ritchie.

What in the hell?

Ritchie stared down his nose at us. “Better you than me. I spent almost a year putting up with Izzie’s ‘accidents’.”

Cardwell’s muscles rippled against my back when his arms tightened ever so slightly. For someone so lithe, he was ripped.

“Izzie…” Delly gawked at me, and I shrugged a reply. I had no idea how to end this stand-off without—more—bloodletting or creating a scene. Delly jerked her head to the left. Vincent was making his way toward us, looking none-too-happy. I guess the caffeine and sugar finally kicked in.

“Crap!” I pivoted and looked at Cardwell. When his arms fell to his sides, I grasped his head in my hands, trying to get him to break his gaze. “Cardwell, snap out of it. Vincent’s coming.”

“So?” His eyes never left Ritchie.

“He’s not worth it.”

“He’s a bloody git.”

“Trust me, I know.” I had no idea what a git was, but presumably it wasn’t something nice.

Cardwell finally looked down at me. Before I could say another word, Vincent stomped up to the table.

“What is this, a damn tea party?” He glowered at all of us in succession, ending with Ritchie. “You’re the newbie.”

Ritchie hid his surprise well underneath his mega-watt smile. “Yes, sir.”

Adriana was the only one who didn’t pick up on Ritchie’s undercurrent of smugness.

Vincent confronted me. “I thought I told you to send him to hair and makeup.”

“I told him. Or tried to.” His inspection made me squirm. I think he thought I was lying.

“Then why is he here and not there?”

“You’ll have to ask him.” Ritchie could hang himself without my help.

“Are you being a smart ass, Izzie?”

I couldn’t think of a reply that wouldn’t be smart-assed, so I clamped my lips together. Vincent grunted and turned back to Ritchie. “Did Izzie tell you to go to hair and makeup?”

Ritchie shuffled in place, trying to figure out a way to make himself look better and me worse. When he came up with nothing, he replied. “Yes.”

I wondered if anyone else heard the annoying whine in his voice.

March 23

Monday Morning Mania

Thank YouGood Monday Morning, lovelies!

Woke up to discover a new review for From Poe to Know on Amazon.

Fantastic way to start the week! And now I’m hyper, although that may be the amount of coffee I’ve ingested since 6:00 this morning.

To all of those you’ve purchased and read From Poe to Know, thank you so much.

If you enjoyed it, I’d love it if you’d leave a review. Word of mouth is what helps authors, and as Oscar Wilde says, “There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.”

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m an Attention Whore. As a treat, here’s a snippet from “Attention Whore,” an essay in Fractured: essays on love, friendship, and the nightmares in between.

Peculiarity, Self-Righteousness, and Hypocrisy

We Americans are peculiar about our celebrities. We alternately revere them for their talents and revile them when they act particularly human. Our love / hate relationship with them totters as precariously as do they upon the pedestals we place them. As a culture, we thrive on gossip. Even those of us who swear we’re above such low-brow behavior have a soft spot for those moments of self-righteousness. We love to build people up and get them comfortable on their perches before taking a sledgehammer and slowly chipping at that which holds them up, so they eventually go tumbling to the ground, head over ass, in the most undignified manner possible. Or we simply sit back, apathetic, and watch them destroy themselves only to utter I told you so after all is said and done.

Questions and No Answers

Train wrecks aside, I wonder how many of us have succumbed to what is seen as a childish reaction to insecurity and the need for validation. Do we throw adult-sized temper tantrums or do we suck it up, internalize the need, and allow ourselves to become bitter and jaded? What is it that transpires from childhood to adulthood that negates the need to know we’re liked or loved even? Do we reach a certain age when we’re not supposed to need a sense of acceptance? Sure many of us are perfectly capable of finding our own way whether anyone supports us or not, but loneliness and feelings of isolation somehow become more apparent as we grow older. Perhaps because we’re supposed to have grown out of it.

Oh, the Irony

The ironic part about loneliness is that we invariably find ourselves drawn to the same damn things that perpetuate our loneliness in the first place. We yearn for that one person’s attention and allow frustration, whether voiced or not, to set in when we don’t receive it. Like a junkie, we find ourselves scrounging around the streets in search of a fix; the fix that will, well, fix the gaping hole in our respective chests. You know, the one we’re convinced that anyone with half a brain could see if they’d only pay attention; the one that makes us feel desperate and needy and defective.

The problem is that no one pays attention to a junkie any more than they pay attention to the person sitting directly in front of their face. We’ve always shunned the Other, but iPods, smart phones, and online friends sites are poor replacements for the warmth of someone’s touch and the timbre of someone’s voice.

February 15

From Poe to Know included in Snippet Sunday at Sizzling Hot Romance

Mornin’, y’all.

Great news! From Poe to Know has been included in Snippet Sunday at Sizzling Hot Romance.

Please note, that the books at the link – not including From Poe to Know – contain adult content. Just an FYI for those of you who want to avoid that.

Otherwise, there’s an eBook and $10 Amazon gift card giveaway just for commenting, so pop on over for some potential freebies.

From Poe to Know goes live on February 17th – just two days from now! – but is available for pre-order. Head over to the book page for the links.

xo ~ Ceit