Writing break and changes


Hey guys. I know I’ve been MIA for a while. Life as been LIFE, you know?


Everything sort of went upside down and sideways for a while there and I felt I needed to step back and take stock.




As a lot of you know, Samhain closed it’s doors and along with it HOMECOMING became, well, homeless. I’ve spent the better part of the last year trying to figure out what I was going to do with poor Jaxck and Dillon. Retire them? Rewrite their story? Self publish? I just wasn’t sure.

I took a chance a few months ago and sent their story off to the lovely editors at Pride Publishing and they’ve found a new amazing home! I cannot wait to rerelease their story, with a few tweaks 😉, and add to their circle of friends (there are at least two more books in the works). Keep watching for release updates, new cover (squee), and all the fun!

Honestly, it feels great to be writing again. To be sharing with you readers again. It’s been too long, and it’s time to introduce you to new characters.

Thanks for sticking with me! You guys are why I’m here. Why I’ve come back. I can’t say it enough. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!





IMG_1163 Hello again! Welcome to the tease! So the last few weeks I’ve been giving you a taste of the second book in the Southern Honor series…so I figured this week I’d get back to Jack and Dillon’s story (Homecoming, Southern Honor book one) just in case you’re still on the fence about these wounded soldiers.


This weeks tease:

Jack looked down at Dillon and felt his rage boil over. Dillon knew nothing about it. Nothing. He had no right to speak like he knew who Jack was. He didn’t remember moving closer. One minute a few yards separated them, and the next he was so close Jack could feel heated skin just inches away.

“You don’t know anything.”

“I know you, Jack. I know who you are in here.” Dillon moved closer and placed a hand over his racing heart. “And no amount of years, miles or experiences can change who you are at your core.”

He couldn’t take it. The one thing that had kept him grounded over the years of combat and killing was right in front of him, within his grasp. Not thinking about the consequences, focusing just on the need flooding his reason, Jack pulled Dillon closer and crushed his mouth to his.

This kiss wasn’t filled with the frenzied rage of the night before. It wasn’t violence that made him push passed the lips under his. It was a frantic need to finally lay claim. To mark him in a way that would leave his imprint on Dillon’s soul.

Dillon’s needy moan caused an answering growl to rumble in his chest as he pulled him closer, aligning their bodies from chest to knee. The feel of the hard plains of Dillon’s chest against his own drove his desire higher. He needed more. So much more.

He released Dillon’s mouth to learn the line of his jaw with teeth and tongue.


The sighed word barely registered over the sound of his heartbeat rushing in his ears.

“Wait. Jack, wait.”

Suddenly, Dillon was out of his arms and panting a few feet away.

“What the hell?”

“Before this goes any further there’s something I need to know.”

Jack fought the urge to shift his weight under Dillon’s assessing gaze.

“What are we doing?” Dillon finally spoke.

“I thought that much was obvious.”

“Be serious.”

Jack watched the muscles in Dillon’s jaw tick.

“I need to know if this is just a reaction to what you’ve experienced or if this is real for you, Jack.”

Jack closed the distance between them, settling the evidence of his attraction snuggly against Dillon’s hip. “Does this feel real to you?”

“When you put it that way.” Dillon leaned into him. “But in all seriousness, I need to know if this is just an itch you’re scratching and I’m just the first warm body you’ve run into, or if this is something else.”

“I’m not sure what you’re asking, Dillon.” He leaned in and kissed the corner of Dillon’s mouth. “But this isn’t me looking to get off. If that were the case, I have two very capable hands. This is something I’ve fantasized about for years.”

Jack felt Dillon’s entire body freeze. “You what?”

Shit, maybe he had misread the signals. Maybe telling Dillon he had wanted him for so long was a huge mistake. But there was no turning back now. “I’ve wanted you since the beginning.”

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midweekteaseHello, hello! It’s that time of the week again! Last week I gave you guys a taste of Jack and Dillon’s story. This week I thought I’d share with you a bit from the second book in the Southern Honor series, No Place Like Home. Meet Roc and Gabe. These two guys get off to a bit of a rocky start….


This weeks tease:

Roc wasn’t sure what made him turn around. But when he had looked in the rearview mirror and seen the slight man waving what he was sure was an indignant middle finger at him Roc couldn’t resist doing a one-eighty. Pulling his truck to a stop along the opposite side of the road, he watched the tense lines of that slight, yet strong looking back. The expensive looking get up the man was wearing sure wasn’t meant for kneeling in the mud.

Climbing from the cab of the truck Roc made sure to shut the door with a little more force than necessary. He chuckled softly when the other man started slightly but continued to ignore him. Cocky little bastard this one.

“Need any help there?”

“Perfectly fine, thanks.” The man turned his head slightly to reply but never raised his eyes from the tire in front of him.

“From the looks of it a few minutes ago I would say otherwise.” Roc crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the side of his truck. He was determined to wait this out and he wasn’t really sure why. It wasn’t like the guy was at all grateful he came back.

“Obviously you need glasses.”

“So you were just being neighborly when you were flagging me down like a mad man?”

In a flash the man rounded on Roc wielding a tire iron like he knew how to use the damn thing. The fire in the deep green eyes that met his had Roc thinking he would really try something.

“And was that you being neighborly when you drove you stupid ass beast of a truck right on by?”

“I turned around.”

“How manly of you.”

“Stop bein’ so stubborn.” Roc felt his lips try to tip up into the first smile in months. “Do you want help or would you rather keep kneeling in the mud until the sun sets and the critters come out?”

“What kind of critters?”

“Big ones. Lots of teeth.” Roc hid his laughter behind a cough as those green eyes darted around the treeline. He realized he hadn’t done such a good job masking his amusement when those eyes narrowed and his new friend mumbled something under his breath.

“There’s no way this is coming off.” He stood and faced the smaller man. “Grab your bags, you’re riding with me.”

“Funny, I don’t recall asking for a ride from a chest-beating, flannel-wearing backwoods neanderthal.”

“Good thing I didn’t make it a request.” Roc ground his teeth. Why was this man making such a big deal out of accepting a little help? “Get your stuff now or it stays here and I make you get into that truck.”


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Side Projects and Springtime


So guys…I’ve been a little distracted lately. I know…it’s shocking. But with the weather here in Ohio FINALLY cooperating, and the short people getting involved with team sports (gasp), and this little thing I’ve been working on I’ve really been a bad, bad author.

Okay maybe a bit overboard, but I’ve been devoting a lot of time to this wonderful side project for the M/M Romance Group. (You can find them here and here) Every year they do huge writing event where readers tell us what they want to get their hands on but just haven’t been able to find. Which really…how awesome is that, right? Well I picked up a fun prompt that’s put me outside my box a bit and I have to say I’m loving it. It’s a super fun NA (New Adult) Urban Fantasy road trip bonanza (with plenty of kissing and mushy gushy love stuff). Anywho, I’ve finalized the cover and I wanted to share it with you all!


Writers Gotta Write (Writing Process Blog Hop)


Hello! You’ve no doubt found your way here from the incomparable Susanne Matthews blog. If you’ve come here by other means or because you follow my blog welcome and please check out Susanne’s (and the authors before her) answers to how and why they write. Anyone out there who’s ever completed a work of fiction, be it 100 words or 1000 pages, knows that writing is like sharing a little piece of your soul with the world. Each story is like a baby we kick out into the world and hope that readers will give it a loving home. In honor of this process, and the heartbreak and joys it brings, writers all across the internet have been joining in to share with you how we do what we do.

So how does all this work? Well, each author on the hop answers the same four questions about their process, why they write, and what they’re working on. We then pass the torch to the four new authors. It’s a long thread and after you visit my tagged authors and learn a little about them feel free to take a trip down the rabbit hole and follow it back through the link to Susanne’s blog above.


The Questions:

*1) What are you working on?

It always seems like I’m working on a million projects at once. Luckily right now that’s not the case.

At the moment I’m finishing up the final touches on No Place Like Home the second book in the Southern Honor series. I can’t wait for you guys to get another peek into the lives of the men who are beginning to call Devotion, Georgia home. In NPLH we meet Philip ‘Roc’ Rockland, a fellow Delta and unit member of Jack Devlin from Homecoming. Roc had a hard time coming back from the mission to rescue Jack and has come to Devotion to figure out the next step in his life beyond Delta. Trust me when I say Roc’s in for a few surprises (namely a feisty attorney named Gabe) and more than his fair share of demons to face.

I’m also working on a really fun project for the M/M Romance group on Goodreads. Every year they do a big writing event called Don’t Read in the Closet where readers get to tell authors the story they want to read. My story for this project, Bastion, is a post-apocalyptic New Adult tale that finds two young men falling in love while running for their lives on the road trip from hell. I’m so excited for you guys to meet Luca and Sebastian. Keep an eye out this summer! (Psst! They compile an anthology and it’s FREE)

*2) How does your work differ from others in the genre?

I like to think my books are unique because like most authors writing is a personal journey for me. I put a little piece of myself in my stories and I hope that shows in the lives of the men I put on the page. The men in my books have some serious issues to get beyond in order to find the peace they need. This journey doesn’t always end with the book closes. Homecoming left a lot of questions unanswered and in the next book No Place Like Home you get to see Jack and Dillon navigating what their new relationship really means in terms of how they’re going to live their lives in Devotion and how they’re going to face the loose ends they still have yet to tie up. Though the story is primarily about Roc and Gabe, the two couple’s lives are very intertwined.


*3) Why do you write what you write?

Oy- what a question! I think every author out there would agree that we write what we do because he have to. The stories that pour onto the page are pounding on our brains to let them out. To show them to the world and hope readers fall in love.

Seriously though I’ve always been a sucker for a good love story. All the ups and downs in romance that ultimately leads to a HEA hook me every time. It’s funny, I stumbled into the world of M/M by accident (literally, my first M/M was supposed to be a hetero romance but my characters had different plans) and have fallen in love with the genre. The LGBQ world isn’t just now becoming a powerhouse in the world of publishing and I find it important to portray stories that go beyond the super steamy sexytimes (though there are plenty of those) and really give readers of the M/M genre a believable love story that isn’t necessarily centered on the physical relationship but the deeper connection that comes with loving a friend as well as a lover.

*4) How does your writing process work?

I’m 110% a pantser. I let the characters take me where they will. I’ll think the book is going to go one way when somehow I end up surprised by a character’s actions and they take it in a completely other direction I hadn’t thought of until that moment. It’s amazing to take that journey with my characters and let them tell me their story without what I think should happen getting in the way. To me the story feels more organic if it’s allowed to develop from the actions and words of the characters.

I won’t go back over the story until I’ve reached the end. Then I look for inconsistencies and basic errors before sending it off to my critique partner. Because of the way I write there’s a lot of extra scenes that function more as a getting to know my characters rather than moving the story forward. I don’t do elaborate character bios before starting on my manuscript but learn from my character’s choices in the book who they are. Sounds crazy, but any true pantser will understand. I try and get all these scenes out or tweak them if I’m in love with them before anyone’s eyes see the manuscript.

I’m also what I call in impromptu writer. I’ll get a visit from the plot bunnies at 1am and have to start the story right then. Not because I want to get out of my bed in the middle of the night, but because I need to or I’ll be up all night with scenes running thought my head. Or I’ll be sitting with my family or working on my WIP when inspiration strikes and I have to jot down a few notes (or start up yet another new WIP) and get back to what I was doing. My TBW (to be written) list is going to keep me busy for years to come.


Now it’s time for me to tag a few of my fellow author:

Lynne Connolly: Author of smokin’ paranormal, contemporary, and historical romance, Lynne has a little something for every reader.

Katriena Knights: She takes you to another world in her paranormal romances featuring everything from vampires to starship captions.

Raina James: Author of anything from contemporary romance to steamy ménage space exploration, Raina brings sexy back in a big way.  

They call me Meredith


So you’ve stumbled upon my humble little blog. Please, sit. Relax. Keep reading.

I suppose you’re wondering who this crazy woman is, yes?

Well, they call me Meredith Daniels. Or more accurately, I chose to call myself Meredith.

Pleased to meet you.

Like so many authors I’ve decided to use a pen name. Not for any particularly nefarious reason outside the idea that it makes my life a little less complicated. How can creating a whole new person be easier you ask? Trust me, it does. Probably for the same reasons so many other authors choose to write under another name.

So who am I?

I’m a writer. And I come fully equipped with all the personality quirks that lofty title entails. It takes a certain kind of person to create a whole new world on the page. My particular worlds usually contain two people who desperately need to be loved.

I never set out to be a romance author. There was no adolescent epiphany. No stunning ah-ha moment. No voice of God stating I shall write romance. Now, hold on before you scoff. I didn’t say I wasn’t drawn to writing. I lived for telling stories. Needed it like oxygen, or water. Or chocolate. When I set out to write my first story, the idea that it would be a romance never entered my mind until I made it to that first love scene. It just flowed from me and I knew that this was what I was meant to be doing. Even if it wasn’t an obvious conclusion, somewhere in my writerly subconscious I KNEW sharing with readers how people find love was what I needed to be doing.

So hello, I’m Meredith Daniels and I write romance.