Here’s The Deal…

Hi, Lovely Souls. So, this post isn’t going to be one of good news, but one of self-reflection. Siting down? Good. This might be a long one.

As you all know, or may not know for my new subscribers, I have been struggling this year as a writer. Badly. So badly to the point where both my soul and my body are just tired. Drained. Spent. Done. I was hopeful that I would have another crazy, writing and publishing year, but that has not been the case.

When I published LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL, I was proud of myself. The work I had invested in myself and that story… was my highest. When I wrote that short for Shay Spivey’s Shades of BWWM Collection, I felt a little bit of myself coming back.

But as I sit here typing this for you, and for myself, I am ashamed. I am embarrassed. I feel like a failure.  This is me being honest- as honest as I possibly can.

There is a good fragment in all of this. I had been doing tons of reading. From Rachel Jonas, to KC Connor, to Siera London, Danielle James (the erotica, taboo queen), and Carmel Rhodes…. all of this beautiful, talented souls have taught me something about writing and falling in love with reading again. That’s what I have missed and needed this year, and every time I sat down to write, nothing would work. Now, I see why.

Reading and seeing how other craft stories was my key to unlock myself. I was so focused on writing that I neglected the main side of myself that needed to be restored.

So, looking forward, I am no longer a failure or guilt-tripping myself because I needed this year to myself, to restore myself, and to fall in love with reading again. Another thing I realize is that maybe romance isn’t what I need to be writing right now.  Yes, my brand is a Romantic Realism Author, and that will not change. But right now, I need to change genres. I need to shift my focus, so I can fall back in love with writing romance again. When the time is right for romance and I to connect, we shall.

I’ll continue to read more. I shall. I have missed it. Lending a hand where I can to those authors who I share a friendship and a sistership with… is very important to me. It’s what my goal is for the rest of 2018, while I continue to find me again. Something that I had a breakthrough about last night while on the phone with my SO is this: I’ve been attempting to write in the wrong genre. Romance isn’t home right now, at least not for writing. So, I’ll try something different in 2019.

Stranger Things has been teaching me a lot, too. (I adore that show!) 

So, there it is, lovely souls. Here’s to slowly finding me again.

Keep flying high,

Angel Mystique x 



Micro Fiction Piece

I wanted to run and hide. I wanted to forget everything concerning him. His taste. His smell. His touch. I didn’t want to remember him anymore, but, I still did.
Why? I don’t understand. I don’t have the answer. I only am left with the feelings that he left me with. The deep impact that his presence leaves me with. He lingers. Still. He lingers. It hurts, though. It hurts too deeply for me to voice, so that’s why I’m writing it out.
His name? Let’s call him Blake. Blake was everything to me. The man I wanted to have a life with. The man I wanted to share my life with.
And I wan’t enough for him.
That hurt like hell, but I got over it. Moved on. Forgave him. In the long run, he wasn’t worth it. Hating him wasn’t worth it. Thinking about him hurting wasn’t worth it.
So, I moved on from Blake… and learned to love myself.

DISCREET by Nicole French

Title: Discreet
Series: The Discreet Duet #1
Author: Nicole French
Publisher: Raglan Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 4, 2018


Fitz Baker was the world’s biggest sex symbol. Until he
Fed up with the trappings of fame, he traded his world of
Hollywood for a quiet life on Newman Lake. He was perfectly happy living as an
island. Until he met her.  
Returning home with nothing but a failed music career, all
Maggie Sharp wants is to rebuild her life. A life that doesn’t involve the
surly, arrogant stranger now living across the lake.
Still, there’s something about Will…Something familiar.
Something Maggie can’t quite put her finger on…
She only wanted the spotlight.
He gave up his life to escape it.
The real question is if they can remain discreet.

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“I don’t like feeling like this,” Will said. 
I sucked a breath through my teeth. “Feeling like what?”
“Like this.” He took a step toward me, and I fought
not to step backward. Will had a quiet authority about him, and in the shadows
of the moon, his shoulders seemed to broaden, his legs seemed to lengthen. He
seemed larger than life. 
When he had me backed up against the porch railing, he
raised a hand, floating his fingers around my jaw, over my cheeks, but never
actually touching me. I arched toward his hand. I couldn’t help it. But he
hovered, never making contact. 
“You make me feel…” Will started. “Out of control.” 
I couldn’t move. “Oh?”
“Like I actually have to care about what someone else
thinks. Like I’m not alone anymore.” He paused. His eyes opened wide, following
the path of his fingers as they took hold of a strand of hair in my ponytail
and twirled. “And for the first time in a very long time, I feel like I don’t
want to be.” 
He tugged lightly on the strand, and I felt the slight pinch
like an arrow through my body, shooting down my arms and legs, and coming to
throb in that place no man had been for so, so long. I bit my lip. Will’s eyes
“Tell the truth, Lil. What do you want?”
You. The word echoed distantly, like a bell tolling
from miles away. I didn’t understand it. I was broken. A mess. What should I
want with this man? We had a connection, sure, but overall, he was nothing but
trouble. He was grouchy. A loner. Clearly had serious social and emotional
control issues.
And yet. There was no denying that something was here. Since
we met, it certainly felt at times as if the universe itself was tilting on its
axis, trying to knock me into him. Breakdown after breakdown. Meeting after
meeting. And now… 
I tipped my chin up so I could look directly at him, drawn
like one of the moths circling the porch light. Winging through the dark, ready
to dive into his golden inferno. 
“I don’t want Lucas,” I said quietly, drifting my gaze up
and down his naked torso. A sheen of sweat glimmered in the moonlight, which
also made the shadows of his muscles—the square pectorals, the solid rack of
abs, the lickable V that dipped beneath his shorts—that much more
Will followed my gaze, and his hand dropped. He stepped
between my legs, and his unique scents engulfed me. Working all afternoon only
made them that much stronger—the scent of pine trees, lake water, and man swallowed
me with a heady rush that made me shake slightly. And it was then, only then, that
he finally touched me. My waist was encircled by his wide palms, so broad that
his fingers nearly touched on either side. It was relatively innocent, but the
intent was clear. Just like last night, he held me still; I couldn’t move
unless he wanted me to. For that moment, I was his.
When I looked back up, his eyes were fixed on my lips.
Unconsciously, I licked the lower one. His pupils dilated even more.
“Lil,” he whispered as he leaned a little closer.
“What are you waiting for?” I murmured. Now I was the one
staring at his mouth—so soft and full under his newly trimmed beard. 
I panted. Will swore. 
“Fuck it,” he growled. “I don’t fucking know.”  
Sometimes you don’t know you wanted something until you have
it. Sometimes you don’t know you need something until it’s there. 
His mouth found mine in a fury, one that surprised me for
about a half second before. The hands at my waist gripped so tightly, I almost
couldn’t breathe, and I felt like I was strangled—not for lack of oxygen, but
for lack of him. Will’s lips made me feel like I was breathing for the
first time; like I’d been under water my entire life, and he was the air I’d
never known I needed.

Coming Soon

Releasing October 25, 2018
Author Bio
Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature,
Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and total bookworm. When not writing
fiction or teaching writing classes, she is hanging out with her family,
playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on
dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her
dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these
things as much as she should.

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On Finishing First Drafts: Short Stories

Hi, lovely souls!

Well, I have done it again: I have finished two short story drafts in the span of a few months. I got a late start on writing this year, and of course, plans shifted. I started over completely.

With ideas anyway.

But two ideas kept nagging me. Begging me to write them. So, I did. And oddly, they didn’t take very long to draft either.

The first story short I finished is not in my genre at all and totally out of my comfort zone. I’ll call that project #ProjectWave. #ProjectWave is a psychological thriller that needs a lot of work. Or maybe, it doesn’t. I haven’t read it, or even thought about it, honestly, since I printed out two copies and put it away in my writer closet downstairs. But I am planning on editing it, at least once, before compiling it with several other short stories into a secret project for next year. So, there’s that. 🙂

The second short I finished yesterday evening. This short is near and dear to my heart for a myriad of different reasons. This is another story that I’ve tried to *not* write for years. Finally, i finished it. Not a novel, not a novella, but I’m proud that I finished it. I’ll call this one #ProjectNasir. Like #ProjectWave, #ProjectNasir will be included in the secret project, after editing, formatting, and all that good stuff.

So, that’s all I have for now. I’m heading back on another hiatus- into my plotting and planning cave, before I actually start my next project. I have two more to knock out before year’s end.

Wish me luck? How are things with you all?

Until next time.

Keep flying high,

Angel Mystique x 


Cover Reveal: BLAKE

Blake by Victoria H. Smith

Releases: August 2018


A chance encounter in rural Texas leads two strangers to a love over thirty years in the making.




Her trip across the country led her to me, my town—my booth on my lunch break and I never forgot her. I never forgot our conversation or her… taste when I’d been fortunate enough to have it.


She had me in a world where she was mine and, even though the experience of her had only been for a short while, I took that memory into the rest of my life, Anita… the girl who spoke of dreams.


She reminded me of my dreams and that it was okay to have them. I made those desires into reality years later, after a fallen marriage and a lifetime of hesitance, but never once did Ann leave me.


I never thought I needed anyone when the girl with talks of dreaming finally made it back into my life over three decades later, my family and the strong boys I raised into men all I needed. Anita sure proved me wrong, because not only did I need that woman, I lived for her once I had her back in my life.


My sudden heart attack may have brought us back to each other, but our history…


It gave us both a second chance.


Blake by Victoria H. Smith is a 20,000-word story created just for those who demanded to see and read more about Griffin’s pop, the head of the Chandler brood who has a love story all of his own. Set in the 1980s with flashes to the present, this contemporary romance will steam up your Kindle and possibly make you shed a few tears along the way! An origin story between Blake and Griffin’s stepmom Ann, this short read acts as book six in the Found by You series and is best enjoyed after reading the full-length novel Brody.BlakeCover

Writing Outside of My Genre + Hiatus

Hi, lovely souls.

How are you? I come bearing news.

7 days. 39 pages.

7 months of no writing until….

June 22!

Yes, I finally wrote something- and not only wrote it, but finished a first draft! I finished the first draft of a secret project last night. I printed it out and put it away for a while. I’ll go back and edit it. If I’m publishing it is still up in the air.

But, before I sigh again with relief, let me give you a little backstory on this project as well as my forced hiatus from writing. I had the story idea for years, and I struggled with writing it, because I was afraid. Afraid if I wrote and told this story that people would automatically think that I was a certain way. So, that held me back for years. I’m talking like almost a decade. This idea was given to me when I was still a teenager. So, fast forward some years, and last night around 8 o’ clock, I typed ‘THE END’ on the first 39 pages, almost 6K words. And I felt relief. Finally, the story that had been nagging me, is out of my head; at least until I edit it and make it what it needs to be. (There’s tons of telling, not a lot of showing in 1D, but hey, that’s okay, right?) I will at least edit it once or twice. 😉 Publishing it? I don’t know about that, just yet.

With the relief, I can finally get back to my writing roots: romance and love stories. They are my heart and soul. So, now that the past seven days are behind me, stepping back into the arms of writing what I love is going to feel really good.

Stepping out of my comfort zone taught me that writing in another genre was worth it; because romance and love stories weren’t flowing the way I wanted them to flow. Even while writing by hand.
Oh, yeah, and I typed up 1D 😀 All the typers rejoice!

So, after this current project, my first romance novel or novella of 2018 is complete, I will be a satisfied writer this year. I didn’t want to put so much on my plate, with grad school and work.

Let me pick up a pen and get to writing.

Until next time, lovely souls. 

Keep flying high, 

Angel Mystique x