secret-boyfriend

anonymous asked:

What your book about :?

Well okay, I have two of ‘em. 

L.O.S.T. and F.O.U.N.D. is the book I’m trying to get traditionally published. It’s about a teenage operative of the Facility of Undercover National Defense (F.O.U.N.D.)  Her name is Mia Crane and she’s dating a dorky civilian named David Bowen. Basically, it’s Mia’s struggle to fight a rogue agency called L.O.S.T. and keep her spy life a secret from her boyfriend.

Then, there’s McKenna Rogers and the Trip Through Time. This is the one I want to have self-published by spring, early summer. It’s about a girl named McKenna from 2017 who finds herself trapped in the 1940′s, where she works to build the time machine that sent her there and /tries/ to stop herself from falling in love with the handsome lab assistant, Victor Wells. 

I lowkey love talking about my books, so if you have any other questions, feel free to ask!  

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never