Wednesday, December 31, 2014

I know I'm who I am today because I knew you

I've been writing all of my life and always had dreams of being an author, but I never thought I'd be able to do it for a living. Then, in 2008, I came up with the idea for Eternal Starling. I knew Eternal Starling needed work. A lot of work. So I turned to the one person in my life who I knew wouldn't pull any punches, and would give me the honest truth. My best friend, Dr. Ashley Argyle.

I met Ashe when we were assigned dorm rooms across from each other freshman year at Westminster College. We hit it off immediately, and became fast friends, keeping in close contact throughout the years as her schooling took her from Salt Lake City to Alaska, and then on to Denver and London. During the time I wrote Eternal Starling, Ashley was in the process of getting her Ph.D in English Literature. I couldn't think of a better person to teach me how to be a better writer. I asked Ashley to edit Eternal Starling for me. She agreed, and I sent her the manuscript, biting my nails, while totally aware she was going to rip it apart. But I knew she'd rip it apart, and tell me how to fix it.

Ashe always refused to give me her opinion on a book until she was completely done with an edit. When she finished Eternal Starling she came back and said, "Would you like the truth, or something more pleasant?" I told her to give me the truth, because I wanted to improve. Plus, I knew she'd be able to tell me how to fix the problems she found. Like any job, writing takes work. You start off as a novice, and you work your way up. Ashley and I spent almost 9 hours going through her first content edit of Eternal Starling. That's right. Her FIRST. There were five content edits, plus additional copy edits and proofreads before it was picked up by a publisher. Ashe told me the good, the bad, and she told me how to make it better. She did that with every single one of my books. There's a reason she makes a long appearance in the acknowledgments of all the books I've written. She was such a huge part of my writing process.

I compare finding a good editor to finding a spouse. The relationship requires an exceptional amount of trust between both writer and editor. Finding an editor you're compatible with is almost impossible. But when it's right, it's right, and you fit together like a puzzle. A few years after that first Eternal Starling edit, Ashe told me she'd been worried editing Eternal Starling might hurt our friendship. It wasn't something I even considered. Because Ashe and I just worked. We got each other, not just as best friends, but as editor/writer, women, and human beings. I had two people in my life who truly knew me: my husband, and Ashley. She was one of my 2 constants. The person I knew I'd always be able to turn to.

Until November 18th.
When I lost her.
She was 34.

I've spent the last six weeks alternating between denial and devastation. Her death was extremely sudden, which makes it even harder for me to deal with. Grief is a strange thing, and I've since realized it's something you can't really understand until you experience the loss of someone you cared for more than almost anyone else in the world. Losing someone almost as close to you as a significant other is life changing. It hurts Every. Single. Day. Some moments hit harder than others, and in those moments, I feel like I'm being ripped apart.

It's hard enough to lose someone who meant so much to me, but she wasn't just my best friend. She was someone I heavily relied on to help me do my job. I usually work through my emotions by writing, but I haven't been able to do that this time. Ashe was such a huge part of my personal and professional life. There's not an aspect of who I am that she didn't touch. I think I've turned my laptop on less than ten times in the last six weeks. Every time I try to open a Word doc and write, I start to sob. The thought of trying to move on right now is just too hard. Writing is a strange job because an author's emotions (especially strong ones) can have such a big impact on their books. If I went back to work right now, it would be the most depressing thing you've ever read...a problem since my books, and my writing voice, both have a lot of humor. So, for now, I'm taking time to try and heal, and figure out how to move forward.

But...I promise you that I will move forward. Because Ashe would be furious if I didn't. She believed in me more than I believed in myself. My writing, and hopes for my career, were dreams Ashe and I shared together. I feel like the only way to honor her memory is to keep going, and succeed. She taught me (and every student and client she ever worked with) how to be a better writer. Her memory lives on in my previous work, and the books to come. I'm forever indebted to her love and belief in me. So, while I'm not sure how to move on, I know I will.

I hope you'll stick with me as I try to get used to this new normal. As soon as I have any other information for you about releases etc., I'll post it to my social media accounts. One note, as of January 1st, Facebook is changing their posting policies and you probably won't see many of my posts. If you get most of your information from my Facebook author page, it's likely you won't see as much anymore. The best way to follow me and my work is to sign up for my, people who sign up for my newsletter get special perks like sneak peeks. :)

But here's a link to all of my social media sites in case there are any you don't know about. I post different things on the various sites. And for everyone who's asked, I finally got Instagram. :)

And one last thing. 8 years ago Dan and I got to visit Ashley in London where she was teaching at City University. While we were there, we got to see Wicked with the original Broadway cast. When the play was over, Ashe and I both commented that the song "For Good" was exactly how we felt about each other. It couldn't be more true today.

For Ashley. 
A few of the lyrics from, "For Good". 

So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend.
I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you.
I love you, and miss you with all of my heart.

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

The Devil Wears Tank Tops Release Day!!!

It’s the most exciting time of the year in Branson Falls, Utah—the annual county fair and parade. Branson Tribune editor, Kate Saxee, is busy covering stories involving animal auctions, the popular “poop drop” lottery, and a clown crash. Oh, and the Branson sugar factory just exploded. 

The sugar factory explosion seems strange, and when an unidentified body is found inside, Kate is even more suspicious. In the middle of that investigation, Kate starts noticing other odd things going on around town, like a hot air balloon robbery, and a man’s attempt to wrestle a deer. After Kate has an eventful night that she can’t remember—she realizes something fishy is happening in Branson, and there’s more to it than a little memory loss.

Her investigation leads her down a rabbit hole of mysteries—secrets the mysterious P.I., Hawke, and politician, Drake, are more than willing to help her uncover. Along the way, a poorly negotiated wager forces Kate to spend time with Drake, and suddenly, her feelings about the men in her life are starting to conflict. 

As if those things aren’t enough, the Ladies have started a Hate Kate Facebook Group, and Kate’s mom is on a baking vendetta that’s bound to cause an epic Catasophie. Kate’s not sure what waits for her at the end of the rabbit hole, but chances are good it’s more bodies, and if Kate’s not careful, her body might be one of them.

I was taking more notes when a deep, sexy voice whispered in my ear. “Hey, Kitty Kate.” Every part of me was instantly aware of his presence. Even the hair on my arms paid attention. I was surprised I hadn’t smelled his Swagger body wash before I heard him. I turned around and my breath hitched. I took him in from head to toe. His sandy brown hair was short and messy, like he’d styled it with just his hands, and his light green eyes were even more piercing in the sun. His faded jeans fit his ass perfectly, and hung looser around his thighs. His tight, teal t-shirt clung to his hard abs and biceps with a tattoo that peeked out from under his sleeves. I was determined to find out what it was a tattoo of—and if he had any more. But, it hadn’t happened—yet.
“Hey,” I said back, my voice breathy. “What are you doing here?”
“I was a witness,” Hawke answered. “I just gave my statement.”
I looked around. I hadn’t seen his super sexy blue 1967 GT Shelby Mustang with white racing stripes. My eyes were trained to notice it. I would have found it immediately.
“I don’t have it today,” Hawke said, reading my mind—no doubt one of his many talents.
Hawke had two giant red brick buildings on his property that matched his giant red brick house. One was a gym. The other was a garage. Though I’d wanted to go in the garage, so far I’d only been invited to Pain—my nickname for his gym. I’d been looking forward to checking out Hawke’s car collection, and wondered what he could possibly be driving today. I looked around. I didn’t see a Lamborghini, and I was a little disappointed. “What are you driving, then?”
He nodded in the direction of a glossy black Harley with some sort of tribal design in matte black that stood out against the gloss. A black matte helmet hung from one of the handlebars. Everything about it said smooth, sexy, and dangerous. I sucked in a breath. I’d already been in lust; Hawke on a bike catapulted my emotions straight to I’ll-do-anything-you-want-just-say-the-word territory. A vision of Jax Teller merged with Hawke in my head. My face got hot at the thought.
Hawke’s lips slid into a slow smile. “Want a ride?”
Did I ever. And not just on the bike.
When I was nine, Mary Ann Boggs had written, “Rosses are red, violets are blue, I turned out perfict what happened to you” in my yearbook. I’d returned the favor by writing, “At least I can spell, you stupid butthole.”
That had resulted in a phone call from Mary Ann’s mom berating my dirty mouth and questioning my mom’s parenting abilities. Despite my attempts to show my mom the yearbook signature to prove I had just cause for my profanity, and Mary Ann actually was a stupid butthole, my mom didn’t see things my way. She’d turned into a red-faced, female fury in a pink checkered skirt and pantyhose. I maintained that the pantyhose were probably the biggest part of the reason she was so angry, and had she not been wearing them, my sentence might have been less harsh. But, thanks to the demon who invented hosiery, she’d washed my mouth out with soap—I still hadn’t forgiven her—and told me never to use that word again. I had, and much worse, but I tried to be careful about swearing in her presence. It was the one time I’d seen her truly out of her mind with rage in my whole life.
Until now.

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"A fantastic contemporary mystery romance! The Devil Drinks Coffee is superbly written with a great cast of characters, comedy, a mystery with a twist, and a budding love triangle to round it out!" 
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Angela Corbett graduated from Westminster College and previously worked as a journalist, freelance writer, and director of communications and marketing. She lives in Utah with her extremely supportive husband, and loves classic cars, traveling, and chasing her five-pound Pomeranian, Pippin—who is just as mischievous as his hobbit namesake. She’s the author of Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult fiction—with lots of kissing. She writes under two names, Angela Corbett, and Destiny Ford. 


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Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Last Day!!! Otherworlds Box Set for Feeding America

Otherworlds Banner 4 with effects Tuesday, October 14th, is the LAST day the Otherworlds boxed set will be available for purchase...EVER. Please get your copy while you still can. Otherworlds Boxed Set Cover FinalYou won't want to miss this opportunity to read twelve of today's finest young adult authors! Submerge yourself into their fantastical worlds while simultaneously benefiting the hungry. One hundred percent of the authors' proceeds will be donated to Feeding America, a national organization dedicated to providing food and resources to those who would, otherwise, starve. Twelve hot authors, one low price! Only ONE MORE DAY! Amazon kindle buy button Nook buy button smashwords buy button  

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Otherworlds Book Blast!


Pre-order date: September 1st Release Date: September 15
How can a child focus on solving a math problem or memorizing a new word when she or he is trying to ignore the persistent pangs of hunger? 

Across the country, teachers and school nurses have found that in some instances, Monday morning comes and they are forced to compete against hunger for the attention of their students. More than 18 million children qualify for free or reduced price meals through the National School Lunch Program, the fuel that they need to get them through the week. What happens to these children when they go home over the weekend?

For more than 15 years, the Feeding America BackPack Program has been helping children get the nutritious and easy-to-prepare food they need over the course of the weekend. Today, bags of food assembled at more than 150 local food banks are distributed at the end of the week to nearly 230,000 children every year. With your help, we can provide more. Feeding America is the nation's leading domestic hunger-relief charity. Their mission is to feed America's hungry through a nationwide network of member food banks and engage our country in the fight to end hunger. For less than one dollar, you can help. Twelve young adult authors have come together to form Otherworlds: Twelve Young Adult Fantasy Books to Benefit the Hungry. One hundred percent of the authors' proceeds from the sale of this charitable boxed set will be donated to Feeding America.

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For ninety-nine cents, you can help feed America's hungry while feeding your imagination with twelve other worlds: Eternal Starling (Emblem of Eternity, #1), by Angela Corbett Pawn (Nightmares Trilogy, #1), by Sophie Davis The Prophecy (Divinity Stone, #1), by Desiree DeOrto Through Glass Novella Series (#4, #5, #6), by Rebecca Ethington Final Life (The Transhuman Chronicles, #1), by Rose Garcia Reality (The Arie Chronicles, #1), by Dani Hart Hunted (Dark Secrets, #1), by Allie Juliette Mousseau The Amulet (Custodian Novel, #1), by Alison Pensy Betraying Innocence, by Airicka Phoenix The Gatekeeper’s Sons (Gatekeeper’s Saga, #1), by Eva Pohler Halo City, by Mary Ting Blood and Snow (Blood and Snow #1), by RaShelle Workman Pre-order date: September 1st Release Date: September 15 Otherworlds is available now for pre-order at Smashwords and Amazon It will soon be available at your other favorite ebook sellers, so stay tuned and thanks in advance for your support! Here is a list of bloggers participating in the promo book tour. Please visit these other amazing blogs!

 Shooting Star Book Reviews 9/1 Platypire Reviews 9/1 Eva Pohler Books 9/1 Seeing Double In Neverland 9/1 Ashley's Bookshelf 9/1 A Little Bit of R&R 9/1 The Power of Three Readers 9/1 Sammie's Book Blog 9/1 Promoting Authors, Books & Reviews 9/2 S & N Books and More 9/2 Jo Michaels Blog 9/2 Page Turners Book Blog 9/2 Paisley Reader 9/3 Dowie's Place 9/3 Escaping Life's Craziness With Books 9/3 cody pimps authors 9/3 Write Away Bliss 9/4 The Crazy Booksellers 9/5 Fairiechick's Fantasy Book Reader 9/5 Word Wenches Guilty Pleasure 9/6 Opinionated Cupcakes 9/6 G.I.T.F. 9/6 A Thousand Lives Lived 9/7 Shelves of Books 9/7 Reading For Fun 9/7 Write as Raine 9/8 Book Crazy Gals 9/10 Girls With Books 9/10 Short Side of Tall 9/10 EllieSewSweet 9/12 Eskimo Princess Book Reviews 9/13 Ang Corbett 9/14 Airicka Phoenix 9/15 CrossAngels 9/15 Pure Jonel 9/15

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Blog Tour! Rain Check, by Gypsy Rae Choszer!

For Avery Montgomery, the devastation of losing her parents in a tragic accident has left her completely shattered. As she begins to pick up the pieces of her once perfect life, she uncovers a secret that will forever change her—she’s adopted! 

In a search for answers, Avery ventures to Portland where she rents a room from Jonah, a quirky artist who quickly becomes her best friend. His house puts her in close proximity to the metaphysical shop run by her birth mother, the free-spirited Marianna Hutchins. Avery enters The Crystal Moon fully intending to confront Marianna, but instead she chickens out and inquires about a job. She's hired; yet remains leery about confessing her secret. 

As Avery settles into town, she has an embarrassing encounter with Gabe, the incredibly attractive man who works a few doors down. Despite the awkward introduction, there is undeniable chemistry, but after a recent heartbreak all he’s looking for is friendship. 

Everyone deserves a second chance. Will Avery get hers with a new family? Will Gabe allow himself a second chance at love? Will they embrace their new relationships, or will they simply decide to take a rain check?

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Gypsy Rae Choszer grew up in valley below Mount Timpanogos where she watched the apricot trees in her backyard bloom every spring. When she was eighteen she packed her bags and ran away to the exotic locale of Mesa Arizona to begin the work of being an adult. 

Gypsy’s love of reading began as a child when her mom would take her to their local library and let her bring home stacks of whatever she wanted. This often lead to Gypsy reading with a dictionary nearby to explain words like “ass” and “bastard.” 

In her spare time she likes to explore photography, make jewelry, eat chocolate, and mix magical potions.

When she’s not writing, you can find Gypsy hanging out at home with her husband and best friend, their three children, a neurotic dog, and four chickens. However, Gypsy knows her family will not be complete until she brings home a peacock and a goat.

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