Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Me at the end of 2015

We all change through the years. I'm not the same person I was ten years ago (Thank God!), but what better way to memorialize yourself than to celebrate what you are now. I'll always be this humorous geek who never sits still. So this is me, at the end of 2015. Some favorites....

 I live for comedies by Judd Apatow and Nancy Myers. I'm scared of horror movies. I'm currently binge watching It's Always Sunny. Right now, I'm in a mood for hard rock, deep lyrics, and sexy voices. On my current playlist... Emarosa, Five Finger Death Punch, Highly Suspect, Lydia, and Real Friends. Oh, and my brother's band Betty. When I'm not working, I like dancing, writing, playing games, dressing up, and acting like an all-around kid. I love Halloween, fantasy, and geek conventions. Best night out is a night in with a bottle of tequila, a pizza, and my Xbox One.I'm a T-shirt and jeans kinda gal who owns a collection of Goodwill shirts that make no sense. My kids are my pride and joy, and would do anything for them. I play Barbies, Pokemon cards, and dolls for them. I am in a F*#$ love state of mind, which is why I am having so much trouble writing romance and have moved back to fantasy for a time being. I have a list of things I wanna do before I turn 30, and am only half way done. I like to cook, and am constantly trying new things that sometimes don't always pan out. I'm a sucker for foreign accents, tattoos, and firmly believe that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Live every day like it's your last, don't judge, smile lots, and try everything once.
Hope everyone has a great 2016!



Sunday, December 27, 2015

Hollywood Timelines Book #3

Yup, I'm getting back into the book series. This book is gonna be about Ebbie, who you briefly met at the end of The One Thing. She was never supposed to have her own book, but an idea just came to me last summer, and I couldn't resist. Since this is the last book, I'm gonna tie up some happily ever afters for Ginger and Quinn. So you will see LOTS more of them as well.

Saturday, December 26, 2015

So, I gave my website to someone tonight, which reminded me that I HAVE a very neglected site and it needs an update  I'm behind. I moved a few months ago and am holding down three jobs (add in PTO, Cub Scout leader, and Mom to that) and you have a lady with no time to write,but here is the news. Big news. I've signed most of my books over to a publisher! So most of them are out of print right now, but be looking for some new stuff. While you wait, here is the cover of my next science fiction novel.


PS. I promised a follow up to Cody. For everyone waiting, it is coming. 

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Who is Mischa Cromwell to me?

In celebration of my newest release, To The Steadfast, I thought I'd explain who this book means to me.
First off, let me explain that this book is a work of fiction. The characters aren't real, and it never happened to me. That being said, I think we all can relate to one of the characters. Maybe not currently, but we were all young and inexperienced at one time. So
Are you Cody? In love with someone who will never return that love and desperately searching to acceptance in the world.
Are you Mischa? Who tries so hard to get a foot up in the world, but can never escape who you are or where you came from.
Are you Killian? Carefree but stuck in a world where your image is everything.
Are you Violet? Damaged beyond repair, longing for someone to finally understand you.
Are you Lydia? Tired of living a perfect life, and honest to the core.
Are you Bassam? Pushed from all sides to do better, be better.

What is the steadfast? The steadfast is a love beyond understanding. It's a part of humanity that we can never get rid of.
We've all felt the steadfast, the steadfast makes us who we are and what we are. The steadfast controls our impulses and guides our judgement. The steadfast is blind at times, and at other helps us see clearly that which we've never experienced before.

Was this book based off real life people? In a way. The Cromwells represent what all kids like in school. The cool kids. Have we all been in love with someone who would not and could not love us back? Yes, I believe most of us have, but without that love we are incapable of figuring ourselves out. Mistakes make us who we are. Mistakes help us appreciate those we love.
So, to answer my original question.
Mischa Cromwell is a figment of my imagination, but pieces of him are scattered through my heart. The pain of rejection, the obsessiveness of acceptance. The stubbornness I possess when I say, I will never,ever give up.
Who is Mischa Cromwell to you?


Monday, August 31, 2015

To The Steadfast Blog Tour



Book Info

To The Steadfast
by Briana Gaitan
Genre: Coming of Age Romance
Cover Artist: Romantic Book Affairs
Release Date: August 31st 2015
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Resolute. Firm. Unwavering
That was my love for him.
Steadfast for as long as I can remember.

As my best friend's brother, he ignored me before noticing me. He protected me, bought me my first beer, but eventually became my undoing. 

There was a time I would have died to get him to notice me, now I'd do anything to forget him. 
I'm not the one who can tame him, and he's not the guy who will change for me.
This isn't a story about falling in love, this is a story about falling out of love.
Unrequited love. 
And finding the strength to move on.
Here's to the steadfast.

*This is a standalone story that crosses years from YA into NA genre, due to heavy subject matter this book is for ages 16 and up. This is not your typical love story.*


About the Author
Briana Gaitan is the bestselling author of the Hollywood Timelines series (The Last Thing and The One Thing) and coauthor of the Ethereal Underground series. 
Briana is a southern native and self-proclaimed geek. She has never wanted anything but to create whether it be composing music, decorating her house, or giving voices to the characters inside her head.Her days are spent obsessing over a good read, raising her three kids, and watching anything on the SyFy channel. Through her writing, she hopes to inspire others to believe in the impossible.



Friday, August 28, 2015

First Page Friday: Edition One

One Friday a month, I'm gonna post a first page of a novel I'm working on. To be honest, I write so many first page drafts, so many never pan out or make it past a thousand words. Sometimes the story doesn't fit or I wrote in a moment of inspiration to work on some unresolved feelings. This week I am sharing a piece called "Souless" a thriller who-dun-it type. I normally don't write like this, but I wrote it last year after being completely ignored on a very special day. What do you think? Does this first chapter deserve more?

Soulless
Why am I here?
It’s an age-old question that began with a lie. A deceitful, yet beautifully cunning lie. I put myself in this position. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, and I made it my mission in life to have him. A seventeen year old looking for someone to take care of her. I thought he was going somewhere, and that I would never have to work a day in my life. I thought he was going to be brilliant. A guy who would love me to the ends of the earth, a guy who would treat me good. Love me the way no one else ever had. A good father. Man, was I wrong.
He played me just as good because he turned out to be none of these things. His driven passion turned out to be all talk and no game. His brilliance turned conceited.  He loved me until it was inconvenient, till he no longer got what he wanted. Until he was sure that I was so torn and so lost, that no one else could ever love me. A good father. That’s the answer to my previous question. He’s a good father, and that’s why I stayed. He was picturesque. He wore a suit to work and sold loans. House loans, car loans, personal loans, you name it. Until the summer of 2008, that’s when the business took a nosedive, and he brought home less and less pay each month. If people weren’t selling houses, people weren’t buying houses. Jobs moved overseas, so people lost their jobs and fell behind in credit card payments, which meant bad credit scores. The stocks plummeted and we lost most of our money in bad business deals. Things became worse from there. In public we cloaked our hate and pretended to be what everyone else wanted to see. Picket fences, happy kids. PTO mom. T-ball coach dad. Nice car, nice things, big house, big vacations. Until we weren’t. Until it was all gone, and the only thing left was a refusal to acknowledge the change in our life. We were so desperately clawing for a way out.
I wake up most days and try and remember a time when we were happy, but it’s all covered by this self-pity. Where did we go wrong? What could I have done differently? Why me?
 I guess you’re wondering why I’m boring you with the mundane details of my life. Why am I telling you about another family that lived and lost the American dream?  This is the story of how I killed my husband. At least that’s what they tell me. I woke up with the knife in my hand and his blood on my clothes, but with no memory of that entire week. People called me crazy. They called me a liar, took my kids, and threatened my life.
 Now I’m locked inside this windowless padded room with no memory of that day, forced to sit here and think about what I’ve done. Or what they say I’ve done. I’m not convinced I did it, but there are three people that could have. My best friend, my mother, or my lover. Do you detect the pattern there? They are all “my” as in people I brought into our lives. People I loved and trusted. They each had a motive, and they each hated my husband for different reasons. Can you figure out who did it? Which one of us are soulless?

One Year Earlier

Today began just like any other. Took the kids to school before meeting Delilah for coffee. De, as I call her, doesn’t drink coffee. Instead, she sits across from me with a glass of water as I indulge in the one drug I’m legally allowed to have. Just the smell of caffeine makes my mouth water like a lion before the big kill. And don’t you tell me that you can’t smell caffeine. I smell it in the air, that promise to help me stay alert. To help me get through my next day. It’s an agreeable addiction and I’m not afraid to admit it.
“Coffee and yogurt.” De tells me.
I pull my nose from the oversized coffee mug and give her a unrested sigh. “What?”
“Coffee and yogurt make the best face mask. It will brighten your complexion and help fight aging.” She’s always giving me natural remedies for everything. Garlic will get rid of infections, coconut oil will whiten your teeth, and  now my personal favorite, coffee and yogurt.
“I’ll put coffee on my skin,” I tell her, sticking a finger into the black liquid and swiping it along my arm. “Is this like one of those nicotine patches? Will my skin soak up all the good stuff?”
“No, don’t be stupid. Mix some grinds with the yogurt and leave it on throughout your entire shower. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
“Is this because we turn thirty this year? Do I look old?” I’m only teasing, but I still turn to look at my reflection in the coffee shop window. I’m still average. Brown hair, gray eyes, and a hell of a sour expression. I smile for myself and turn back towards my friend.
“We need to do something for our birthdays.” We were born only four hours apart. Our moms met in the hospital when they were in labor, and we’ve been best friends since. She’s been there for me through it all. Deaths, marriages, kids. Well, my deaths, marriages, and kids. De is still single as ever, and I doubt she will ever settle down. She doesn’t believe in any type of commitment. Sometimes I’m seriously doubtful that she’s committed to this friendship. She never shows up on time and forgets her promises.
“Can you really get away from the kids?”
She’s right. It’s unlikely that Wes will ever watch them. So I can have a night of fun. Oh lord forbid, it’s not fair. He shouldn’t have to watch our kids while I do something without him. Whine, whine, complain, complain. Somebody just fucking shoot me already!
“Tori?” De waves her hand in front of my face.
“Yeah?”
“You look like you want to murder someone.”

I do, but I won’t. “Sorry.” I go back to drinking my coffee while De reads her paper. We don’t talk for the rest of our date, and I don’t mention our birthday trip again.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

First Chapter SNEAK PEEK of To The Steadfast

Here's a little sneak peek of the first chapter from my upcoming book, To The Steadfast.
Preorder today before it releases on August 31st.




Resolute. Firm. Unwavering
That was my love for him.
Steadfast for as long as I can remember.

As my best friend's brother, he ignored me before noticing me. He protected me, bought me my first beer, but eventually became my undoing. 

There was a time I would have died to get him to notice me, now I'd do anything to forget him. 
I'm not the one who can tame him, and he's not the guy who will change for me.
This isn't a story about falling in love, this is a story about falling out of love.
Unrequited love. 
And finding the strength to move on.
Here's to the steadfast.

*This is a standalone story that crosses years from YA into NA genre, due to HEAVY subject matter this book is for ages 16 and up. This is not your typical love story.*


I SWING MY LEG OVER the edge of the windowsill, almost hitting the nightstand before landing on the hardwood floor below my feet.
“Shhh!” Violet hisses from behind me. It’s barely audible over the pounding of my heart, but my adrenaline allows me to figure it out and soften my steps as I tiptoe away from the window in her older brother’s room. Tonight ranks in the top ten of things I’m sure I’ll go to hell for. Right up there next to lying, cursing at my mom, and that one time when I was ten and stole a candy bar from the drugstore.
I’m not entirely proud of myself at this moment, but it’s not as bad as most of the things I do. It’s just sneaking out to an all-night party. All teenagers have to try it at least once, right?
Normally we don’t need to sneak out, but Violet’s parents grounded her and nailed her window shut after they caught her climbing out it a few months ago. Funny thing is, she wasn’t so much trying to climb out of it as she was trying to sneak in one of her many conquests. That’s Violet for you. A devil in the disguise of a sixteen-year-old girl. Her parents are obsessed with making sure she doesn’t get pregnant before she turns eighteen. Just another mouth to feed, they say. It’s not like they’re the best role models anyway. Some might even say they have a jacked up sense of morals.
“A little help here?” Violet asks, her body straddling the window with her black mini skirt riding high up on her hips. I move to grab her hand to help her in, but her brother, Mischa, gives her a boost from outside, causing her to go flying forward. I try to grab her, but the drunk aren’t the most coordinated, and she lands head first on the ground.
“Dammit, Mischa! Are you trying to wake up Mom and Dad?”
“Sorry,” Mischa says, climbing in after his sister. He swoops in feet first, followed by his torso before turning and shutting the window behind him.
“Don’t breathe just yet, we still need to make it to my room,” Violet says before putting her ear to the door and listening to make sure no one is out in the hallway. I do the same, hearing nothing but the static of the old television that’s left on twenty-four hours a day.
Her parents have a tendency to roam the halls at all hours of the night. It’s not unusual for strangers to appear on their doorstep in the middle of the night. They knock until Violet’s father, whom everyone refers to as Crumb, gets out of bed, cursing the entire time, and gives them what they want. A fix is a fix, and an addict doesn’t have manners. At least, the ones I’ve met.
“Okay, I got you back in, now hurry and get to bed.” Mischa pulls his shirt over his head, flips his MP3 player on, and flops onto the bed still wearing his shoes and jeans.
“Shut up, Mischa. I’m not spending the entire summer grounded,” Violet slurs, but this only makes him laugh. When he catches me staring, I divert my eyes from his smooth chest and pretend to be staring off into space.
She throws a random dirty shirt at the bed before sliding to the floor with her back against the door and puts her face in her hands. I bend down beside her to feel her clammy forehead and place a wastebasket in front of her.
“Please don’t puke,” I beg as I pull pieces of her purple streaked hair away from her face. Violet’s had a lot to drink, but not enough to cause alarm. She’ll be fine.
“Did you have fun tonight, Cody?” she asks me.
So much fun.” I press a kiss to her cheek as her eyes close and stand. I’ll give her a few minutes to get her stamina back and then we’ll go back to her room.
“I’m tired,” Mischa mumbles. “You wanted to go to Driller’s party; I snuck you out for a ride. Now for the last time, it’s almost morning, so get back to Violet’s room before my parents wake and figure out you’ve been out all night.”
I give him a slightly frazzled look, but decide to egg him on by refusing to leave.
“Did you have fun tonight, Mischa?” I ask, repeating his sister’s drunken words from a few seconds ago.
“Just as much as you did.” Mischa groans. “And I saw how much fun you were having making out with that bowtie guy.”
Bowtie guy has a name, but I can’t remember it. I think I may have had a class with him freshman year. It doesn’t really matter though. He was cute, available, and in the right place at the right time. Putting my hands on my hips, I wink. “A little jealous are we?”
He isn’t amused. Instead, the muscles in his face tighten up, and he straightens up as if he’s trying to make a very serious point. “I don’t get jealous, especially not over you.”
I do the normal teenage eye rolling and pull a half-empty bottle of cheap vodka off his dresser. I don’t want to go.
“Let’s play a game,” I say. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
His eyebrow raises, a cheesy grin taking over his face.
“Get your head out of the gutter, Mischa. It’s more of a show and tell. I’ll show you some random amazing talent, and if you can do it too, I have to take a shot. If the other person can’t do it, they take a shot. Got it?”
“Where do you come up with these random drinking games?”
I tap my pointer finger against my skull. “I’m an amazing drunk.”
He nods at the spot next to him. “Let’s play then.”
Opening the bottle, I pass it to him before sitting down on the old, lumpy mattress.
“Okay, me first. Can you do this?” I grab my lipstick from my pocket and balance it between my breasts.
“Hell, no.” Mischa chuckles as I apply a smudge free application.
“Tada!” I smack my lips at him.
He gives a slow clap. “First off, you did not just Breakfast Club me,” he says referring to our favorite movie. “ Second, I don’t have breasts so that was completely unfair.” He tries to hand me the bottle, but I push it into his chest.
“Drink up, loser.”
He takes a long swig, his first all night since he was our designated driver.
Prying the drink from his fingers, I lean back against the headboard and kick off my heels to await his retaliation. Mischa is such a quiet mystery. The only talent I’m aware of that he possesses is making half the town fall in love with him. He gathers his dark hair into a ponytail, the front strands falling out of his grasp, and cracks his neck a few times like he’s preparing for a big fight. Reaching into the top drawer of his dresser, he pulls out a Rubik's Cube. “Speaking of fads from the eighties, I can finish this puzzle in fifteen seconds.”
“No way,” I shriek softly, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
He responds by putting his hand over my mouth and nodding towards the door. Mischa and I have gone to the same school our entire lives, and even though, at seventeen, he’s only a year older than me, I know that Mischa Cromwell is not a prodigy. He’s one of the guys who sits in the back doodling in a notebook, making wise cracks every time the teacher asks him a question.
“Believe it, but this stays between me and you,” he says, giving the cube to me. I mix it up the best I can, even hiding it behind my back so he can’t memorize the moves. Satisfied, I give it back to him and grab the old brass clock on his nightstand to time the seconds. Before I begin counting, he inspects all the sides and gives me this slightly evil grin like he knows the secret to life or something.
“Ready, set, and go!”
Mischa begins spinning the pieces so fast I can hardly keep up. It’s like he doesn’t even stop to think as his fingers spin the sides into place. Suddenly, he throws the cube on the bed and sits up before hitting his chest in a victorious man thump. I pick up the cube, all the colored pieces back in their original spots.
So caught up in the glory of his secret, I’d forgotten to time him, but there isn’t a doubt in my mind he did that in less than fifteen seconds. “You should be in the Guinness Book of World Records or something.” I take a swig of the vodka because there is no way on earth I will be able to do that. Now I’ve been a straight-A student my entire life, until recently that is, and I have never been able to solve a Rubik's cube, not even close. I can barely finish a Sudoku puzzle.
“Why haven’t you ever shown anyone?”
He shrugs, pulls the bottle from my hands, and empties it in one long chug.
“What other things have you been hiding from the world?” I ask. Five minutes ago, I was pretty positive Mischa was a borderline idiot. All I’ve ever seen him do is goof off in class, skip school, and flirt with half the girls when he is there.
“I can pretty much solve any equation in my head.”
“Quick, what’s the square of 987?”
Mischa’s eyes close for a brief moment as he calculates the number. “I’m a little tipsy, but I believe it is 974,169.
My mouth drops in amazement. “Hell if I know, but it sounds right. Why in the hell are you not already in college or something? You’re like Doogie Howser with better hair. I bet you could get any scholarship you wanted.”
His mouth tightens as he opens another bottle of alcohol from his nightstand and flops down on the bed beside me. He drinks about half the bottle before speaking.
“Teachers don’t care about me. They take one look at my name and automatically dub me as a troublemaker. I’m expected to fail before I even begin. Everything I know comes from experience or the local library. I’m pretty much a self-proclaimed autodidact.”
“It doesn’t help that you never come to class,” I point out.
“School is boring. I’d rather learn what I want to learn. Besides, not all of us get the privilege of having parents who support our education.”
“You think my parents support me?” I scoff. Boy does he have it all wrong.
Violet snorts from her spot by the bedroom door before mumbling something. I completely forgot she is passed out over there. Suddenly feeling hot, I lift my long brown hair that’s stuck to the back of my neck and fan myself.
 “I guess we better get back to Violet’s room.”
All I want is to pass out before her parents start blasting Rush on the record player. God-forbid teenagers sleep in on a Saturday morning.
“Can I have my keys back?” I hold out my hand. He gives me a mysterious grin before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small gold keychain. He dangles them above my head, beyond my reach.
“Can you say please?”
I swipe at them once, remembering why I find him so irritating at times. “You’re drunk. Stop messing around.”
He lowers the keys a bit. When I reach out, he lifts them higher just to spite me. “Now come on. No reason to act that way. You know you love me.”
My face heats, which I hope he doesn’t notice in the dim moonlight. If he only knew.
“I hate you, Mischa Cromwell.”
“No, you don’t. You love me. All the girls love me.”
Now there’s the Mischa I know, the Mischa the whole town sees, not the polymath from a few moments ago. “That’s disgusting. You’re Violet’s brother.”
“So?” He lets the key dangle down further near his crotch, but this time allows me to snatch it from his hand.
I give him an appalled sigh. “Thank you. And for your information, you’re too old for me.”
“Now come on. I’m seventeen, you’re sixteen, and you know what they say about girls maturing faster.”
“Are you asking me out?” I ask, only half-serious. There’s no way he’s serious. We’ve only ever been friends, if you can even call us that.
He stills, thinking over what I said. “No, I don’t date.”
It’s surprisingly painful to hear, but I keep a still expression. Violet is territorial over her brother, having been used in the past by girls just trying to get close to him.  “Violet would kill you.”
I attempt to walk over to where my best friend lay passed out on the floor, but he grabs my hand. My blood pressure quickens. The hormones pulse through my veins, begging me to slap him and jump him at the same time. Ten minutes ago, I would have jumped him with no hesitation. The problem is, this is just a game to him. Flirting with all of Violet’s friends. We’ve attended dozens of parties, spent hours in the car together, and even slept in the same bed, but I’ve always been sexually invisible to him.
Since I was fourteen, I’d spent every waking moment trying to get Mischa Cromwell to notice me. I’d parade around in cute little clothes and walk past his locker. For years, I lived in the shadows of every other prettier, skinnier girl. I’d see him on the street, at the diner, at the fair, and wish he’d look my way. He was the town bad boy. The guy all the parents warned their daughters about. Last year, the greatest thing happened. Violet was assigned to me for private tutoring in the after-school program and suddenly we were best friends. I had my in, and we stayed friends long after she stopped needing help in Algebra.
“I can’t help it you got so hot. What happened to your...” He puts his fingers to the bridge of his nose.
“I got contacts.” I instinctively reach up and run my fingers across my eyebrows.
“And the…” He nods to my chest with a look of hunger in his eyes.
I cross my hands in front my low cut shirt and take a slow, deep breath to keep myself from fainting.
Don’t pass out.
But he’s flirting with you. Really flirting with you.
“I’ve obviously grown up.”
“You sure have.” He wiggles his tongue at me in a way that makes my insides molten hot. He grabs my arm and pulls me onto the bed with him. As we hit the mattress, I can already feel him hard against my thighs.
“You’re drunk, Mischa,” I say, pretending to play hard to get. Violet being passed out in the corner is the only thing stopping me from kissing him right here and now, just to see what it’s like. I think with my heart, he thinks with his dick. It’s a messy situation if you ask me. A ticking time bomb for failure. He pushes my brown hair off my face and looks me in the eyes.
“I’ve always admired you, Cody.”
I push off of him into a standing position and walk over to Violet and kick her with the edge of my shoe.
“Violet, wake up. We’re in Mischa’s room.”
She stirs and opens her eyes slightly. “How did we get in here?”
“We just got home, remember? We need to get in your room before your parents wake.”
I bend down and throw her arm over my shoulder. She’s smaller than me by almost five inches and at least four sizes. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and beautiful. All the things guys go crazy for.
“Driller’s having another party tomorrow night. You guys wanna go?” Mischa says, hopping off the bed and sprinting across the room towards me.
“Yes!” Violet’s eyes pop open and she smiles as if she’s been awake for hours and not recently passed out.
“Whoa!” I cry out.
“Shhh!” She sprays my face with the smallest bit of spit, and I wipe it away with a look of disgust.
“Say it, don’t spray it.”
Her eyes are glassy, but she still manages to slur out some words. “Let’s go.”
“Come on.” Mischa sticks out his bottom lip causing the cutest dimple to show in his left cheek. I can’t say no to that face. His eyes sparkle with amusement as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Mischa…I have a date tomorrow night.”
“With who? Some little boy? This will be more fun.”
Violet joins in with him by placing her arms in front of her in a pleading pose. “Is it with that jerk, Aaron? Why do you put up with him?”
With an exasperated sigh, I drop my shoulders. “Because my dad won’t let me date unless he picks out the guy, you know this, Violet.”
“Well, he picks entitled assholes. Did you know that?”
Mischa spins around and falls back on his bed. “Well, bring him along.”
“We’ll see.” There’s no way I’m putting Aaron and Mischa in the same car. That would be weird.
Violet and I sneak back to her bedroom, locking the door behind us. After lying down on her twin-size mattress, I curl up next to her and close my eyes.
“Cody?”
I can’t open my eyes. Sleep is so close. “Huh?”
“Do you wanna sleep with my brother?”
I’m not sure what to tell her. She knows I’ve had a little bit of a crush on him since middle school, but she doesn’t know the extent.
“Why do you ask?”
“You two were flirting back there.”
“I thought you were asleep,” I accuse. “Why? Would you be mad?”
She doesn’t answer right away. “Not really, but it would be weird.”
She’s lying, I can tell. I decide to ease her mind. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to become another notch on his bedpost. I don’t know why everyone thinks he’s so hot.” Lies, all lies. I know exactly why all the girls love him.
“I know, right?” She makes a gagging noise.
“He’s average.” Maybe I’m trying to convince myself more than convince her. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. And with those last words, I roll over and try and savor the one solid hour of sleep I’ll probably get.


Thursday, July 23, 2015

Book Ratings

I've never put a rating on my books, but since people sometimes ask, I will tell you the age appropriateness of all my books. Keep in mind, I've never been one that is into censoring my characters. I let their personalities shine through, and contrary to popular belief, I won't change them to make them more appealing to mass crowds. I don't claim that any of my books characters should be your role model, I'm not trying to set good examples or mold the minds of young people. It is what it is, and if you don't like it- don't read it.
BE WARNED: Reading these might give away slight spoilers. Reader beware.

HollywoodTimelines series

The Last Thing: Probably the steamiest of all my books and I recommend it for ages 17 and up. We have a playboy hero, unplanned pregnancies, and lots of  parties.

The One Thing: So we have a  party binge drinking heroine and a foul-mouthed musician. You do the math. Skip the epilogue if you want to keep the steam factor to a zero.

Bash: There is alcohol and drug use. 16 and up to appreciate.

Maria: Adult themes with adoption and romance. Teen readers.

Just Caspian: 16 and up. No foul language or sex in this book. A clean romance that requires a box of tissues.


Ethereal Underground Series: YA age, no foul language or sex. Be warned this series is no professionally edited and it is my first book, which means rough lol.

Falling: Though this book is part of the EU series, I'd say this one has more romance than the others. More kissing and such.

Cabalin: All ages, same as Ethereal Underground series.

To The Steadfast: I'm calling this a mature YA/ coming of age romance. Read at your own risk.



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Monday, June 29, 2015

Cover Reveal of To The Steadfast by Briana Gaitan



To The Steadfast
by Briana Gaitan
Genre: Coming of Age Romance
Cover Artist: Romantic Book Affairs
Release Date: August 31st 2015


Resolute. Firm. Unwavering
That was my love for him.
Steadfast for as long as I can remember.

As my best friend's brother, he ignored me before noticing me. He protected me, bought me my first beer, but eventually became my undoing. 

There was a time I would have died to get him to notice me, now I'd do anything to forget him. 
I'm not the one who can tame him, and he's not the guy who will change for me.
This isn't a story about falling in love, this is a story about falling out of love.
Unrequited love. 
And finding the strength to stand up for myself.
Here's to the steadfast.

*This is an standalone story that crosses years from YA into NA genre, due to HEAVY subject matter this book is for ages 16 and up. This is not your typical love story.*


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About the Author

Briana Gaitan is the bestselling author of the Hollywood Timelines series (The Last Thing and The One Thing) and coauthor of the Ethereal Underground series. 
Briana is a southern native and self proclaimed geek. She has never wanted anything but to create whether it be composing music, decorating her house, or giving voices to the characters inside her head.Her days are spent obsessing over a good read, raising her three kids, and watching anything on the SyFy channel. Through her writing, she hopes to inspire others to believe in the impossible.





Excerpt:
We don’t have drinks this time so instead I raise my hand for a majestic fist bump. I’m not sure what to wish/salute to this time. Over the weeks, we’ve gone through everything. Well, almost everything.
“To love,” I say, knocking my knuckles against his.
“To infatuation,” he corrects, fist bumping me again.
“No, to the steadfast.”

Our eyes connect. Both of us realizing how cruel life can be, how tempting it is to get swept away in the people that pay attention to us.





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Friday, June 12, 2015

Diversity in books

I grew up in a small town where diversity was nonexistent. My mother was Caucasian, my father was Thai. Being Asian American in a town where no one understands you is still considered to be one of my greatest childhood struggles. I don't suppose my parents had any control over the type of people that lived in our southern town, but I grew to resent them for forcing me to socialize with people who looked down at me. My mom made us go to church every Sunday, which I hated because everyone at that church was stereotypical Caucasian. There wasn't a single person of color. My mom put me in girl scouts which I hated even more because everyone had normal families. I couldn't even take my father out in public because I was so embarrassed to be seen with him. He didn't understand American culture and I would never understand his.
I am not blaming my parents, but am explaining my upbringing. There wasn't a single diverse part of my life I could embrace. Not at home, not at school, not even in social gathering. This was PRE internet so I couldn't Google a friend online like teens can today. I remember one year when I was little my mom kept buying me Barbie dolls. All I wanted was a blonde Barbie, but my mom only bought me dolls with brown hair. I remember hating it because blonde was what I saw every day and it was what felt normal to me. She tried her hardest to give me dolls that "looked like me" and I tried my hardest to get dolls that were Barbie, not her best friend Kiera.

 I began to dread the day to day things in life. First days at school because I would have to explain the pronunciation of my name to every adult I came across. The scrutiny of being singled out while well-educated adults butchered my last name became so unbearable I began to loath people. Kids teased me because of my last name and Asian eyes, and no one ever stopped it. Keep in mind, this was back in the time where bullying was tolerated. Bullies made you stronger. These days, teachers don't look the other way.
Then one desperate day, I wrote in my diary that I would marry a man who was mixed like me because we would be the only two people that could understand each other (I'll come back to this later)

This past year, I have learned that I was not the only one who felt uneasy being a first generation Asian- American in my family. Sue to so much family secrecy, my other cousins never fully embraced their roots as well.

 As we grew up and had children of our own we realized that this pattern had to stop. You can't move to another country and suddenly forget who you are. My children are 1/4 Asian 1/4 Mexican and 1/2 Caucasian. My children are beautiful and diverse in ways only others can imagine. We celebrate Cinco de Mayo. We celebrate Laotian New Years. I make one Asian and one Mexican dish a week. We watch movies, watch TV, and I encourage my kids to make friends with kids who are different. This past year, I volunteered at my son's school and found out he is friends with an Asian boy at school. I jumped for joy because I want my son to have diverse friends.
Over the years, my town has changed dramatically. We now how a huge population of Hispanic children so my children won't be going through the same issues I did. Diversity needs to be everywhere. It isn't present in literature enough. As I went through my kid's books this week and put them into moving boxes, one thing caught my eye. Very few of the books star diverse children. I packed a bunch of them away and made a vow to get them more books about racially mixed kids. I never want my kids to feel as outcast as I did growing up.

Now you may be thinking that I am over exaggerating about my town and my upbringing. That is where my husband comes in. Like me, he was made fun of by peers and felt alone in our town. Because his father was never around, he didn't learn much about his Mexican heritage, and it always upset him a bit. Our struggles have made us stronger and more capable to raise children who we can relate to.
Back when I wrote my first book, I vowed to put one diverse character in them. I mainly write mixed characters, but would like to expand to other themes of diversity. The first diverse book I ever read was The Joy Luck Club. I devoured it. I found it myself and kept wondering my no one had recommended it before.
#weneedmorediversebooks

If you have a diverse book you'd like to recommend. Please don't hesitate to let me know.


Just for fun, the only Laotian character in mainstream media. Kahn from King of the Hill

Sunday, June 7, 2015

I have closed out my old Street Team and am starting a fan group!
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Saturday, May 23, 2015

To The Steadfast Signups

Guess what time it is??!!! Time to schedule the release for my next book. First stop is the cover list and I already have over 100 wonderful bloggers signed up to debut it. I'd like to add to that number by bringing my fans in on the fun. Sign up to reveal the cover of my book!!!  
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I look forward to working with you! Thank you so so much. Have a wonderful day.

Blurb:

Resolute. Firm. Unwavering
That was my love for him.
Steadfast for as long as I can remember.

As my best friend's brother, he ignored me before noticing me. He protected me, bought me my first beer, but eventually became my undoing. 

There was a time I would have died to get him to notice me, now I'd do anything to forget him. 
I'm not the one who can tame him, and he's not the guy who will change for me.
This isn't a story about falling in love, this is a story about falling out of love.
Unrequited love. 
And finding the strength to stand up for myself.
Here's to the steadfast.

*This is an standalone story that crosses years from YA into NA genre, due to HEAVY subject matter this book is for ages 16 and up. This is not your typical love story.*
Release date August 3rd
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Monday, May 11, 2015

Children's Book of the Month: Is There A Dog In This Book?


Is There A Dog In This Book?
by Viviane Schwarz
Ages: For everyone!
Amazon Summary 
Can cats and dogs share the same turf? Revisit the age-old dilemma with a hide-and-seek romp among furry friends. Brimming with humor and featuring Viviane Schwarz’s exuberant artwork, here is a lively interactive exploration of the surprising joys of unlikely friendships from the creator of There Are Cats in This Book and There Are No Cats in This Book.


What we thought
My daughter loved this book! Not only is it funny, but it's a flap book, so each page had tabs to open up to continue the story. We've read it four or five times this week already. Pick it up!


Friday, May 1, 2015

Just Caspian Relase Day Blitz


Just Caspian
by Briana Gaitan
Series: Norwood Brothers
Genre: New Adult/ Inspirational Romance
Release Date: May 2, 2015


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Our love was epic. Our pain was inevitable.

We shared demons, but his were always darker than mine.
We always fought them head on.
Until tragedy changed him, and he lost his way.
I’ll do anything to help him find his way back home.
Things won’t be the same until he’s just Caspian again…

Ginger and Caspian's relationship has always had its ups and downs. Now their greatest loss might bring them their greatest gift. As they work out their grief, accept their loss, and figure out how to move forward, they'll discover if their love can stand the test of time.

*This is a standalone novella and a spin-off series from the Hollywood Timelines series featuring Caspian Norwood and Ginger Teague, characters introduced in The One Thing*



Every piece of clothing I own is completely out of season. I throw a pair of red heels behind me and continue digging through the piles of shoes on my closet floor.

“Babe, have you seen my tan Gucci sandals?” I could have sworn I saw them just last week. If my closet weren’t such a huge mess, I’d probably find them with no problem.

I poke my head out from behind the mirror doors and stare at Caspian who is immersed in a video game. He’s ignoring me, a usual when the Xbox is on. I snap my fingers a few times.

“Uh, Babe? Gucci? Sandals?”

He pulls off one of his headphones and looks at the growing mess behind me. “I don’t know what a Gucci is, but there are like a million pairs of shoes behind you. Wear one of those.”

Sounds of gunfight and yelling start back up. He’s playing with his friends, and I hate to interrupt, but this is an emergency. And not just any emergency. A fashion emergency.

I stand up and finish stuffing my suitcase with all the important necessities. Dress for premiere, suits for interviews, and a good book for the down time. Because that’s what I do now. I read a book. I don’t go out and party. I continue talking to Caspian as I try desperately to zip the bag up.

“This isn’t just any premiere. This is the Sundance Film Festival. This is the premiere of my first film. This is the crème de la crème of independent film festivals. This is my dream. This is—”

“Alright, Ginger. I get it. Two Gucci shoes, on the double.” He stands up, turns off the game, and stretches his hands over his head so that the smallest amount of skin peeks out under the bottom of his shirt. He runs his hands through his dirty blonde hair. It’s amazing that a guy so nice would want to be with me. Me, of all people. I don’t deserve him. I can’t pry my eyes off every inch of him as he sorts through my monster of a closet. It’s the sexiest thing a guy could ever do. Helping me without complaining, but he knows how important this trip is to me. It’s bad enough that he has to miss it due to a recording deadline.

“You’re meeting me in Nashville on Monday, right?” I move to my vanity and take out my diamond studs followed by my makeup.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He gives me a goofy grin before going back to his searching.

Next week is our one-year anniversary. Not the anniversary of when we began dating because that was only months ago, but the anniversary of when we first met on the streets of Nashville. I was on my way to an audition, and he was outside smoking before a sound check. It began as a flirtatious friendship, but developed into something more. It sounds silly to celebrate both dates, but that place will always hold a special place in each of our hearts.

“The paparazzi were sneaking around outside of the house again when I came home. So don’t forget to be careful when you’re out on the balcony. Do you— ”

“Ah, ha.” He holds up two brown high-heeled sandals and presents them to me. “Are these the shoes you want to wear?”

I give a slight squeal before grabbing them and throwing my arms around him. “Thank you, thank you, and thank you. These are gonna look perfect with my new white dress.”

“You owe me one.” He gives me a devilish smirk and grabs the shoes from my hand. They fly through the air before landing on the floor beside my bags. “And seeing that we will be apart for the next four days, I really think I should cash in that favor.”

“Oh, really now?” I press my body up to his, making him back up until he hits the wall.

“Let’s waste some time.”

Wasting time, it’s an inside joke of ours. We don’t waste time for the hell of it, we waste time together. Him and I. He grabs my chin, and we lock eyes. He’s beautiful, irresistible, and finally mine. After wasting my whole life dating scumbag jerks, I now have something even better. A great guy.

“Waste away,” I whisper onto this smooth skin as I trail kisses down his neck.








Hollywood Timelines Series

Book One:  The Last Thing 

Book Two: The One Thing


Briana Gaitan is the bestselling author of the Hollywood Timelines series (The Last Thing and The One Thing) and coauthor of the Ethereal Underground series.

Briana is a southern native and self proclaimed geek. She has never wanted anything but to create whether it be composing music, decorating her house, or giving voices to the characters inside her head.Her days are spent obsessing over a good read, raising her three kids, and watching anything on the SyFy channel. Through her writing, she hopes to inspire others to believe in the impossible.



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