Winners!!!!

And we have our giveaway winners!!! :) Whoo-hoo

Sarah C. You've just won yourself 2 signed copies of any of my books!!! Go You!!

And The Unseen Promise has won the $50 Amazon gift card!!! Congrats!

Thanks so much you guys for all the love and support!
Please send me an e-mail at kleokatra1@gmail.com with info on how I can send you your prizes! :)

Post Zombified Book Blowout

I just wanted to take some time and thank you all for making the Zombified Book release such a surprisingly wonderful success. I am truly blessed and grateful to have such amazing fans who are as excited about these books as I am.
With your excitement and help today, Zombified made it into Amazon's top 100 short stories!!!
I'm still in shock. I'm not sure my husband or sister can hear yet, my delighted screams were so loud.

Thank-you, thank-you. You all are truly wonderful and I'm honored and blessed to be a part of your lives.

<3

~Jean

Zombified Release Party

It's a party!!!!

Thank-you so much for stopping by on my first ever book release blog party - The Crazy Fun Zombie Dress Up Party! I'll be available all day to chat, answer questions, do impromptu interviews or just have a killer time! 
Today's the big day - time to go out and get your very own copy of Zombified!!!!

This book release/blog party was designed to help promote Zombified and bump it up in the Amazon ratings today. By nabbing your $0.99 copy today, you'll be able to help your favorite author move up on the Amazon food chain! Go you! 

Super excited to continue helping spread the awesome-amazing-exciting news that ZOMBIFIED is available?!?!? 

▪   Talk about this event on your Facebook page.

▪   Have Twitter? – Tweet it up!

▪   Have a blog of your own? How about interviewing Jean or posting a review of one of her Zombie War books?

No party would be complete without PRIZES!!!! So here's your chance to win something AMAZING!

• Leave a comment – this’ll enter you in the drawing for signed copies of any two of Jean’s books – your choice!

• Post a picture on your blog of you dressed up for Halloween and tell us a little about that fun time in your life — this’ll enter you in the drawing of signed copies of any three of Jean’s books – your choice! (Leave a link to your blog in the comments so we can all share in the fun!)

• Post a review of Zombie War: Zombified! or an interview of Jean on your blog – this will enter you into the drawing for a $50 Amazon gift card! (Don't forget to leave a link to your blog in the comments!)

Thanks so much for your love, support and fun today and every day! <3 You guys ROCK!!!

This was me dressed as Poison Ivy in 2011 at Disneyland. I was able to take a photo with three of my favorite ladies: Flora, Fauna and Merryweather!

Zombie War Book Trailer

sleep

I thought that with quitting my night job I'd have more freedom and flexibility to write, relax and have an overall outpouring of free time. I was obviously delusional. For some reason, I find myself exhausted after almost any activity, especially if it involves me being out in the sun. It's getting better, but sleep and I aren't on the best of terms right now.
I left my night job in March-April-ish and started writing grants part time from home, freeing myself to be able to focus more on the books. This sounds really good in theory, but having never worked from home before, this has proven to be more of a challenge than anything else. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the change, it's just an adjustment.
See, before, I got up, got ready for work, drove to work, worked and came home to write, clean the house, take care of 9 cats and my husband and try to find time to sleep. Now, I get up and find myself distracted by reading, tv, the adorable cats, internet searches, and really anything else that - oh! a butterfly. lol. It's been an interesting challenge for me to figure out the self-dicipline it takes to work from home. I didn't think this would be a difficult process, but strangely, it is.
I'm trying to adjust to days again, after being a night shift worker for the past 7 years, and that's where I'm finding the most difficulty. I want to sleep at night, but my body has other ideas. If I can get to sleep at a decent hour, I'm up at 1, 3, 5, and finally have to force myself out of bed around 10 and I'm exhausted. I straighten up the house, have breakfast, water the plants, check eMail and am exhausted by noon. I've been trying to force myself through this time, but it's been difficult. I'm up to being able to function for about 6-8 hours while the sun is up before I'm exhausted, so I'm getting there.
When people first start working the graveyard shift, it typically takes them 6-12 months to acclimate to the schedule. I'm hoping it won't take me that long to acclimate to a daywalker.
In other news, I'm beyond excited for the release of the final installment of Zombie War! It's surreal to be finished with a series. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of this short, gory horror. I look forward to celebrating the release day, June 21, with you all! Thanks so much for your support, encouragement and love, you guys are truly wonderful!
~Jean

New Cover Reveal!!!

The paranormal romance, Díon series, by M. E. Franco has a new look!

Here's a sneak-peek at the new covers!

As a San Francisco homicide detective, Mari Lucas was used to calling in favors to get her sister, Kerry, out of trouble, but this was the last straw. Instead of her usual minor brush with the law, Kerry landed herself in a locked psychiatric ward rambling about vampires who were out to get her. Working in San Francisco, Mari had seen a lot of crazy things, but vampires? Maybe Kerry had finally lost her mind. 

But when her sister goes missing from the secure psychiatric facility, Mari is forced to investigate her disappearance along with a disturbing increase in missing persons cases among the homeless population. Forced to work the case with an outside detective, Mari will stop at nothing to find her sister. But what she finds will change her life forever.

When a blood thirsty draugr terrorized his village, Reinn Gunnarson had no choice but to gather some men and follow the creature to its lair knowing they would never return. Mortally wounded, Reinn awoke to find the gods had cursed him to the same fate as the evil he had fought so hard to destroy – a draugr. He isolated himself inside the creature’s castle away from humans. This had worked well for over 1000 years until one rainy night when Kylee Shanon, a stubborn, foul mouthed woman knocked on his door looking for help, unaware of the danger within.

After escaping Raith Macrae and his team in San Francisco, Christopher Collins set up shop in a new location in Europe. A mistake by his men led to the discovery of a legendary draugr. Collins had heard the stories of how draugrs were hunted to extinction by the Díon because it was too dangerous to allow even one to exist; but if he could control it, he could use it to kill Raith and bring Mari Lucas back to his side where she belonged. 

When Reinn is forced to carry out Collins’s plan, a twist of fate gives Raith the chance to catch Collins while keeping Mari and his team safe. To do this; he will have to trust Reinn, a draugr. The type of creature Raith had been created to kill.

While you're checking out these two amazing books, pick up her steamy western romance!!

And you can't forget about her terror-inducing Basement Games!

Author Bio:

M. E. Franco lives in California with her husband and children. She works as a Behavior Analyst Consultant during the day and writes in her fantasy world at night. Besides writing, she enjoys reading, playing outside, music, and chocolate. See what she's up to at www.mefranco.com.

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Drinking and Driving

I just want to start this post by saying that if you're going to drink - designate a driver, walk or take public transportation. Don't get behind the wheel of a car. You're not only endangering yourself, but the other drivers on the road as well. You'll also be labeled an asshole by me.

My sister graduated from nursing school this weekend and my family came to visit. My husband, Bry, and I picked up my parents from the airport and were driving them back to our house when we were suddenly cut off by a driver in a white car. This person stopped, completely blocking the lane we were driving in, and if it weren't for Bry's insane, cat-like, miraculous driving, we'd have T-boned the guy, killing him instantly and having 4 cars behind us crash, including my niece's father. However, because my husband is rather amazing, we ended up missing the jerk completely and not hurting anyone (except my whiplash, but whatever).
The jerk backed up his car, turned around so he could drive properly in the lane and pulled his older model white car up about an inch next to Bry's door. The jerk rolls down the window.
"I'm sorry, my friend. I think I've had one too many." He slurs.
"No shit." Bry replies. "You still have a beer in your lap too. Pull over and walk."
I'll never understand how he maintained his composure.
The jerk nods.
"I'm serious. You need to pull over and walk. You're going to kill someone." Bry firmly reiterates.
The drunk drives off, looks like he's going to pull over, and makes a u-turn, driving away from the scene.
Meanwhile, I dialed 9-1-1 to report that he was drunk, still drinking, and driving. The operator transfers me to a different department and the four of us watch from the relative safety of our truck as the drunk drives on by. The operator comes back on, I give her the information on the vehicle.
"He's headed to the freeway. We almost killed him. He's still drinking." I state with panicked urgency. There are lots of kids in this town.
"If we catch him, do you want us to cite him?" She asks.
I look, dumbfounded, out the window.
"I think you should arrest him and throw him in jail! He's drinking and driving and going to kill someone!" I shout, shocked that she'd even be questioning what the police should do to a drunk driver. We end the conversation and Bry takes us home.
About 20 minutes later the pain settles into my neck and shoulders. I call my insurance company to file a claim. They call the next day, giving me the driver's information and I call his insurance to file the claim.
Three phone calls later, I'm blown off by the claims investigator on the other end of the phone.
"We'll investigate the situation further. Thank-you for calling." He says by rote in a monotone voice.

I'm saddened by the state of humanity. Are we that jaded that hearing about someone drinking and driving and almost killing people isn't a big deal?

Writer's Inspiration - working with your muse

I've recently been getting quite a few questions about writers block from some of my author friends. If you haven't experienced this wonderful phenomenon, just wait. It'll happen.
For those of you who may not know, I write a Paranormal Romance series (Choice, Changed, Created, Consumed) and a Zombie series (The Beginning, Little Apocalypse on the Prairie), sometimes concurrently. Some people are flabbergasted that I can switch between the two completely different writing styles and topics so easily, sometimes even in one day. My answer: My muse has ADHD.
My muse isn't content in just one genre. She likes to flip flop and flit all over the place. Once I say I won't write about a subject, she comes up with this brilliant idea and tries to prove me wrong. My challenge: Keeping her focused.
"How do I do this and deal with writer's block?" you ask.
My answer is simple and complicated. I personally work best with deadlines. Most of the time I manage to reach them, other times, life gets in the way and I have to push my deadline back a bit. My muse kinda hates this. If she had her way, we'd start a hundred projects and never finish any of them, but she'd be happy with the results anyway. When I have my deadline settled, I try not to read anything during the writing process. Instead, I watch movies pertaining to the subject matter, doodle outlines, walk, drive listening to the music that fits the particular scene I'm writing, and then I write. I've found I write better when I hand-write things and then type them into the computer. When I stick with the genre I'm trying to write about, flood my mind and my senses with the differing ideas, I find my muse becomes almost over stimulated and focused. Words and ideas fly through my head faster than my fingers can type.
We work hard, for long periods of time, exhausting both her mental reserves and my physical strength. Once we're done with a subject, sometimes she's ready to move on to something else, sometimes she's just done.
My point to this post is to learn and get to know your muse on a personal level. How does it work with you? What are its breaking points? How do you nurture and reward your muse?
I overcome writers block by giving my muse the rest she deserves. During these times, we read for fun, we simply enjoy the music, not look for the inspiration it provides, and we simply enjoy the pleasure of each other's company, in a restful, quiet way.
I know I sound schizophrenic. Believe me, I know. I've had a difficult time trying to find a way to describe my muse as anything other than another entity inside of me, but that's how she feels to me. She's part of me, but not entirely me. She's that little voice inside of me, inspiring me, encouraging me, and allowing me to entertain the childish fantasies that have inspired my writing.
My challenge for you today: Find a way to show your muse you appreciate it. Let it relax, recharge and just simply be content to live inside your psyche. You'll be amazed at how it rewards you.

My e-mail

I know by now some of you have noticed my e-mail isn't the traditional Authorname or seriesname@... but that I'm kleokatra1@gmail.com. Strange? Yes. Fitting to me? Yes. Am I going to change it and follow the "norm"? Absolutely not.
Here's the history about my e-mail:
Way back in the day, when AOL had just come out and was insanely popular (I think it was the first social media site, but not sure) and the sentence, "You've Got Mail" would make you smile with anticipation, I began my on-line persona. I was somewhere between 11-14 years old. I've always been fascinated with Egypt, the pharos, history, culture, everything I could get my hands on, I devoured like a sponge. At that particular time in my life I was extra obsessed with Cleopatra. I decided that I would be known as her in my on-line life. She was everything I wanted to be and didn't know how to become. Sexy, dark, mysterious, powerful, confident, courageous, fearless, in a word: Amazing. I thought that if I could pretend to be her in at least one aspect of my life, that would rub off onto other parts of my life as well.
As you can imagine, that user name was already chosen. The first available was something like Cleopatra1874 or something stupid like that.
I tried different variations that would still make me smile every time I saw it, and then grew frustrated. I growled at AOL, telling my computer how stupid it was. Didn't it realize this was the start of my new identity?!? How dare someone take that away from me!
(I was pre-teen, come on.)
I thought I'd be really creative since I couldn't have the name I wanted, I'd pick a bad-guy that certainly no one would think of. Katra, the character that turns into a panther on She-Ra. She'd always been my favorite bad-guy, and I thought her ability to be cat-like was amazing. I typed that in... taken.
After storming about and cursing fate, I had an epiphany. Why not combine my two favorite women? Become the persona of both - an ancient badass and an evil shifter? I couldn't be too obvious about it, so I'd have to switch the C to a K, and no one would know what I did!
So Kleokatra was born.
A few years go by and I forgo the computer to deal with life. When I returned, I could no longer access my namesake, so I recreated it by adding a 1 at the end. As far as I'm aware, I'm still the only Kleokatra and Kleokatra1 on AOL, if they still even maintain that information. Since the addition of the 1 however, it's stuck. I'm still massively in love with the Egyptian culture and history, perhaps not as obsessively as I was when I was a child, but it's still in my top 2 places to visit before I die. I still love cats, and still think Katra is awesomely horrible when I watch re-runs of She-Ra with my husband.
I debated when I started writing, should I stay with the traditional, or go out on a limb and be my wacky self? As I've always done, and always hope to do, I've stayed with what makes me "me" and kept the kleokatra1@gmail.com.
:)

Forever ME!

I'm honored to be a part of my dear friend, Thomas Amo's Debut Blog Tour! Forever Me is such a fantastic book regarding teen life and bullying, I'd recommend it to anyone, even those who aren't big into the Young Adult (like me)! It was such a fantastic read that had me in tears at the end! 

If you haven't picked up your copy yet, here's your chance!

Forever Me

Let me entice you with a tidbit! 

Wichita Falls High was your typical Texas educational institution. It boasted a fine athletics’ department with a focus on football. The student body was composed of about fifteen hundred students, the majority being mostly Caucasians and Hispanics. While the African American and Asian students were smaller in numbers, they all mixed well with one another. Like most high schools, you could find plenty of, emo, goths, stoners, jocks and cheerleaders. The only segregation that seemed prevalent at Wichita High was the one between the Clubbers and the Easties. Clubbers were the young adults whose families belonged to the country club. These were the students who went out of their way to not interact with the teens who were from, that part of town. Hannah and Lauren were Easties. If you lived east of Chester Street, then you were socially unimportant. To translate into pop culture terms, Easties were Mudbloods.

            There was one other group at Wichita Falls High that commanded its own title, and it belonged to a small band of girls known as the Stilettos. They were, Shelby Farrell, Courtney James, Vanessa Chezwick, Madison Winthrop and Taylor Monroe. They were Clubbers of the highest order. Their fathers had the most money, and they lived in the exclusive section of the country club, with the exception of Taylor. Taylor’s family lived just outside the club. Her inclusion in the Stilettos came in the form of a proxy, as her father was Shelby’s father’s best friend.

            Taylor was easily one of the most attractive girls at Wichita Falls High. She had striking, golden honey colored eyes, set within an oval shaped face. Her dark eyebrows accentuated her luxurious long blonde hair. She was the most petite member of the Stilettos, standing only at five-foot-three. Shelby was the accepted leader of the clique; her tall five foot ten height alone made her appear like the one in charge. She had long brunette hair, porcelain skin, and emerald green eyes that seemed to peer directly through you. Like the rest of her clique, she too was sixteen. They all drove, but to be a friend with Shelby, it was a requirement to ride in her Mercedes. The way her tall legs carried her, she walked as if she owned the school. Her second in command was Courtney, a medium height and slight build of a redhead. She was freckled and pale and her disposition was always dour and disagreeable. She loved taunting other students, especially girls she considered ugly or fat. The two remaining members of the Stilettos were Vanessa and Madison. Vanessa was a stunning Japanese/Italian girl with rich, naturally wavy, black hair and almond shaped, chestnut eyes. Her olive toned skin appeared flawless and her heart shaped face was beautiful when she smiled. That, however, only happened when she was bullying younger students. She was just slightly shorter than Shelby, which was in her favor. Madison took care to be certain she never wore heels that made her taller than Shelby. Otherwise, it would be considered an act of defiance. Madison had been into Cosplay during her middle school years. Being a slightly overweight child, her involvement in costume play had been a means to find acceptance among others. She loved the idea of dressing up as a character from a film or television show. She mostly wore Catholic schoolgirl uniforms that were reminiscent of popular 90’s Japanese anime. By time she became a Stiletto, everyone was so used to it, it would have been odd for her to wear anything else. She too was pretty with brunette hair and blonde streaks. She wore glasses but Shelby forced her to go to contacts that year. She was slightly shorter than the rest, yet taller than Taylor. She was also a bit chunkier than the other girls but it didn’t take away from her looks in the slightest.

            To be a member of this clique, looks were not enough. You had to be beyond good looking if you were going to walk with this privileged collection of goddesses, and you better have the money, the heels, and social standing to go with it.

            Hannah didn’t care she was considered an Eastie by the Stilettos or the Clubbers. She was happy with who she was. Designer labels and loads of makeup didn’t make you prettier in her mind. Hannah never bothered with makeup; why spend hours in front of a mirror trying to become something she wasn’t. She tried it once when she was twelve to impress her friend Haylee’s older cousin, Nick. She applied false eyelashes and blue eye shadow, complete with bright red lipstick. She thought things were going well, until Nick asked her how much she charged. Hannah was as embarrassed as any preteen girl could ever be. Makeup became a thing of her past after that day.

Here's an interview with the author! :)

 Q: I understand Forever ME is inspired by true events. Tell us how that came about?

A: I was just about to leave the house one morning when I caught a segment on morning television about a group of teen girls at a Texas high school who had organized a group called, “Redefining Beautiful.” They were trying to encourage fellow female students to go one day a week without makeup. They were stressing that you don’t need makeup to be beautiful. I was so amazed by their bravery and confidence to go against type, especially in high school and at an age where girls feel the most awkward with themselves. A close friend of mine who is a film producer had been asking me if I had anything I was working on I could share with him. By time the segment was over, I had the basic plot in my head and before I left the house, I already knew the ending of the story. I phoned my producer friend and told him I had something, we met that afternoon and I pitched the idea to him as a film. He loved the concept and told me he was interested. Could I write the screenplay? I went to work right away. But about 50 pages in, I found these characters were so lifelike, I felt it needed to be a book, it could always be a film later. I called my friend back, said, I have to write this as a novel. With his blessing and two years later. Forever ME was published.

Q: How are teen girls responding to a book written by a guy?

A:  I was concerned about that. Would they relate to it? Would it seem real to them? Or would it come across as a guy giving his version of what he think teen girls are like today? Well, to my pleasant surprise, teen girls are sending me emails, tweets, and telling me, they completely relate to the situations, they’ve said, “OMG, that is so me!” “I’m just like Hannah!” Or they know girls like Shelby and the Stilettos. Or jerk guys who treat them like property. I got plenty of praise from some parents even grandparents on Forever ME, but the real vindication comes from the teens who love it. I couldn’t ask for better than that! (Plus I have a 19 year old daughter, so I wasn’t totally in the dark.) But I did do my research.

Q: What did you learn about teen girls that you didn’t know?

A: A lot! I learned that some girls lose precious hours of sleep by getting up at sometimes between 3 and 4 a.m. to begin their daily regiment of getting ready for school to make themselves look “normal” or what they feel they must look like to their friends and fellow students. Girls are under tremendous pressure to always look a certain way, weigh a certain amount. Often it is self-imposed, even the prettiest girls feel insecure about their looks. Girls who are bullied often feel completely alone with no one to turn to. Even if schools have zero tolerance for bullying, there’s always an unspoken rule to not tell. Being bullied is embarrassing, especially when girls get publically humiliated in school and other students stand by, watching or laughing. School can more often than not, feel like prison instead of an educational institution.

Q: Speaking of Bullying, there’s quite a lot of it in Forever ME. Were you attempting to send a message?

A: Actually no I wasn’t. Not consciously anyway. My wife pointed out to me that bullying wasn’t just limited to the students. Friends bullied each other and even parents bullied their teens. It made me realize, there are many different ways for kids to be bullied, like there are as many forms of abuse. It’s not always physical but it is always damaging.

Q: I see in several past reviews Forever ME gets compared to the film, “Mean Girls.” Did that have any influence on your writing?

A: Not at all, I have not seen the film. So I’m always surprised when someone compares it to that film. I imagine since the subject matters are similar I can see how someone could draw that conclusion. It was important to me in the beginning that my main character, Hannah was not the new girl at a school. That’s always tough on a teen to be the new kid. I wanted her to have her own friends, a well-adjusted home life and content with her life as it was. It was only when she crossed the invisible line of mixing with the social elite did it present a problem in her life. Wichita Falls is a place where a girl from her side of town is often reminded it’s best if she stays there.

Thomas Amo

Thomas Amo is the author over 20 comedies and farces for the live theatre. This former full time theatrical producer has spent the last thirty years writing in many different genres, from pilot scripts for television to screenplays on independent films. Outside acting, directing and producing, his first love has always been writing. Forever ME, marks his debut into YA fiction.

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And another taste of the fun ;)! 

The alarm buzzed and Hannah rolled over on her back in bed and stretched. She tried to get her eyes to focus on her cell phone to see what time it was. The digital numbers told her it was 4:15 a.m. She stopped the noise and reached an arm behind her to shake Taylor awake, but the bed was empty. Surprised, she rolled over and found she had the bed all to herself.  She hoped she hadn’t forced Taylor out. She had been known to be a bed hog, especially with the covers. She propped herself up on her elbows when the bedroom light flipped on. Like a vampire recoiling from the sunlight, Hannah’s hand quickly went to shield her eyes.

“Morning sunshine,” called Taylor in a chipper voice.

Hannah slowly lowered her hand and saw Taylor standing in the doorway, still wearing her father’s t-shirt but with a gator clip in her hair to hold it up.

“I thought I set my alarm for six.”

“You did, but I changed it. Hot Girl Rule Number 1: Rise early and get your face on. Only homely girls sleep in.”

Hannah let her head fall back on the pillow. “Ohhhh, let me be homely, just for an another hour.”

“Oh no you don’t,” called Taylor as she reached under the blanket, grabbed Hannah by the wrist and tugged her up into a sitting position. “Let’s get those feet on the floor, I already picked out your outfit, got the flatiron hot and made coffee.”

“I swear, if I didn’t love men, I’d probably marry you, just for the fact you made me coffee,” Hannah said rubbing her face trying to wake up.

“Yeah, don’t get ahead of yourself there, doll. You’re pretty cute, but not my type. By the way I made the coffee for me. I’m just sharing it with you. Now let’s get going, the sun will be showing up in an hour,” Taylor teased.

 “Okay, Sarge,” Hannah said with a half salute. Her feet touched the floor and she recoiled. She started to climb back under the covers but then saw the look on Taylor’s face. “Okay, okay.” Hannah stood up and winced once more from the cold floor on her feet. She stumbled from her bedroom to the bathroom across the hall. Taylor had everything laid out like a display in a showroom. She was truly organized when it came to preparing for the day. Hannah examined her face in the mirror. She was prepared for the worst. She was afraid she was going to wear the after effects of Lauren’s punches for the next week, but surprisingly, there was only a small amount of bruising on the corner of her chin and up next to her right eye. Even the swelling in her lip had pretty much disappeared.

Taylor returned to the bathroom with a cup of coffee for Hannah. Hannah turned and took the cup with a grateful expression. She took a sip and instantly felt the perfectly made drink intoxicate all of her senses. She sat the cup on the vanity and wrapped her arms around Taylor and hugged her. “I love you,” she whispered.

Taylor stood being a prisoner of Hannah’s clinch. Her eyes darted from side to side. Her expression of feeling awkward reflected in the mirror. “Um—love you too, but it’s just coffee, Hannah.”

Hannah shook her head. “No, that is a cup filled with love,” she said with sleep-crusted eyes.

“Okay—are you like this every morning?”

“I just need a moment,” Hannah teased as she hugged her once more. Taylor gave the patented pity hand pat on Hannah’s back that meant, Okay, I love you too but I’m beyond comfortable now.

“How did you sleep?” Hannah asked as she took a healthy drink of coffee.

Taylor took Hannah’s hair into her hands and ran the flatiron across it. “Pretty good, but you are a cover hog.”

“I know, but in my defense you’re the first person I’ve ever slept with.”

“Yeah—let’s not share that information,” Taylor said teasing.

Thanks again Thomas for letting me participate in your debut tour! I loved Forever ME, just as I've loved your other books for such different reasons! Seriously guys, if you haven't checked Thomas Amo out yet, you're missing out on one of the greats of our time!