Author: christina

Mscraftyifyanasty liked your photo. I was sitting in the break room during my lunch hour, aimlessly scrolling my Instagram app. There were only a few minutes left before I had to head back to the classroom, but I was burning time while I finished my sandwich. That was when the notification popped up at the bottom of my screen. I grinned at the name – I liked that type of thing – then tapped the button that would lead me to the list of notifications. I wanted to check Ms. “crafty if you’re nasty” out. But the notification wasn’t on the list. Weird. I thought about...

I'm supposed to be writing right now. The project i'm working on, The Truth, was supposed to be finished by the end of August. Published first week of September. It won't be. *shrug* So instead of making up time, I'm reflecting.  November of this year will mark my third year in this world of self-publishing. I've seen a lot. Learned a lot. Been disappointed, a lot. I keep thinking about what my next step is. Twenty-something books in, i'm starting to wonder if that's just...

“Oh, damn! Sorry!” I heard those words, but couldn’t reply. I was too busy trying to breathe through the pain radiating from my ass and wrist, which had been the sacrifices that cushioned my fall. My tote was on the ground beside me, packages spilling out of it, and I shook my head as I gingerly moved to slide them back into the bag. Before I could touch them, they’d already been scooped up, and strong arms were under my elbows, pulling me to my feet. “You okay?” I brushed my locs out of my face, taking my sunglasses with them. I pushed out...

So, after reading the short that I wrote about Cin, many of you reached out to me, wanting to be able to read it on your kindle devices and other ebooks, instead of online.  Well...

Available Now on Amazon First impressions don’t have to be everything. But second, third, fourth impressions create a reputation, and those are hard to break. In the public eye, where everybody is tuned in to your every move, and behind the scenes, where certain people are privy to the real you… or at least what they perceive you to be. Jordan Johnson is a man under pressure – from his teammates, fans, family, and the one person who wants to see him succeed as badly as he wants it for himself. He’ll do whatever he has to in order to not let anyone...

  One Irritation pricked my scalp as I headed down the darkened hall, cringing at the heavy bass thumping its way into my skull. It was almost one in the morning, and instead of being snuggled deep in the comfort of my fluffy goose feather bedding, I was at Arch & Point developing a headache. Wait. That was a lie – the headache started with the phone call. I had been cozy and warm. Hair wrapped, face scrubbed clean, cocooned in the middle of my king-sized bed. I’d had a glass of Merlot at dinner, another after my bath, and ESPN was on my big...