The FROSH MacLeod Clan

Per tradition with my agency siblings, we always have a photo tribute, honoring each of their book releases.  Today we honor Monica Wagner, author of her NA debut FROSH.

Happy Book Birthday, Monica!

Here's my contribution to today's celebration.  But head over to Jodi Meadow's blog to see all the agency siblings come together.  And be sure to congratulate Monica while you're there!


During welcome week at Hillson University, the FROSH will hit the fan.

Type-A aspiring journalist Ellie plans to take freshman year by storm. But hell-bent on breaking a huge on-campus scandal, she risks becoming one herself—and getting the mysterious, heart-melting QB in serious trouble. 

Grant, star quarterback and charismatic chick-magnet, is hiding a life-altering secret. The last thing he needs is an overeager (absolutely adorable) journalist asking questions. He’s got a reputation to protect.

High-society legacy student Devon is ready to catch the football hottie of her dreams. If the tabloids feature her with the “it” boy on her arm, her tainted past will be buried—or so she thinks.

Charlie, pre-med, is done being the sweet and funny geek that girls like Devon ignore. But if he tries to impress her with a new edgy, spontaneous attitude, will his heart end up in the emergency room?

FROSH intertwines the stories of Ellie, Grant, Devon, and Charlie in Mónica B. Wagner’s sexy NA debut series, about falling in love and falling apart.


5th Annual Scribbler's Fork

It was five years ago that I started Scribbler's Fork.  There's a little bit of story behind why I started the dinner. I saw all these established authors hanging out together, mingling at parties, going on retreats, and I was envious.  I thought, why can't I be invited to things like that?  Why can't I have a group of writer friends like that to do stuff with?  Around that time there was a mini internet "scandal" (for the lack of a better word) about this supposed "YA Mafia."  And to some degree, there were certain cliques within the YA community.  And rightly so.  They weren't intentionally excluding people.  They were just a group of writer's in similar paths that were drawn to each other naturally.  I could either  sit around and pout about not being apart of the group, or I could  create my own YA Mafia.  That's exactly what I did. 

And here they are.  Not all of them are here but they are my mafianot that I'm the King Pin, but this is my group (that continues to grow), who have been a part of my publishing journey.  So every year I have a dinner at my house to honor and celebrate their friendship.  
Front Row L to R: Kathryn Rose, Tameka Young, Elle Jauffret, Gretchen Schreiber, 
Amaris Glass, and Cindy Pon.
Back Row L to R: Jessica Love, Elizabeth Briggs, Marie Jones, Andrew Chilton, 
LK Garner Griffe, Audrey Coulthurst, Ara Burkland, Jessica Cluess, 
Janelle Alexander, and Dana Elmendorf
Some of the raffle prizes and swag I give away. 

And all these fabulous people came...
 Audrey Coulthurst, Kathryn Rose, Dana Elmendorf, and Elizabeth Briggs
 LK Garner Griffe and Marie Jones
Janelle Alexander and Gretchen Schreiber
 Ara Burklund and Elle Jauffret
Elizabeth Briggs, Cindy Pon, Janelle Alexander, Jessica Cluess, and Gretchen Schreiber
 Andrew Chilton, Dana Elmendorf, Kathryn Rose, Jessica Love, Elizabeth Briggs, and Tameka Young. 
 Amaris Glass and Cindy Pon

And here's where I had everyone on the edge of their seats,
when I read an excerpt from Aaron Hartzler's What We Saw.

Thanks to everyone for coming out.  I can't wait to do it all again next year. XOXO


LGBT Tennessee

Last month I visited my hometown Brownsville, TN.  There are so many things I love about my hometown: friends, family, small community, history, southern charm and manners. The one unfortunate thing about my small town, or small southern Biblebelt towns in general, they haven't always been receptive of the gay community.  Things are changing.  Though they might not be as progressive as larger cities in the country, the changes I do see are encouraging.

In Brownsville there's a huge steel sculpture near the center of town called "Minefield" by Billy Tripp.  The Tripp family is know for their delicious ham and bacon. His artwork represents many things.  One part in particular speaks volumes.

Simple statement but it makes me smile. (Click here and here to learn more about the sculpture.)

There was another wonderful discovery I found in my small town, the "rainbow house." I can't tell you how utterly thrilled I was when I drove past it.  Someone in our small town was standing up for their rights!  I just had to meet the awesome owners of this home.

As one does in a small town, I stopped by and introduced myself.  I had the pleasure of meeting Rachel Conrad.  Her and her partner live here together with Rachel's children.  In stopping buy, I found out there was a bigger story behind their pride.

Rachel's last line is the best in this whole article.  And kudos to the reporter for giving an objective report.

You see as Rachel told me her story, her children were so excited to show me the handmade rainbow flag their grandmother, Rachel's mother, had made for them.  It was unfortunately the second flag she had made since the first one was burned.

Here's where I prove I could never be an objective reporter and my emotions get involved.  The disappointing aspect of this story is that this obvious hatred is believed to have been delivered by a couple of teen boys.  I expect the youth of today to break the cycle of close-minded views.  To evolve past the previous generations. It only goes to show that some cycles are harder to break than others. It takes brave people, like Rachel and her family, to stand up for themselves, and their right to love each other.

The beautiful aspect of this story, Rachel's children.  Their pride and excitement gives me hope that small towns will grow and change.  Their tiny voices and big hearts will make a big difference in Brownsville someday. I'm sure of it.