Barnes and Noble Book Signing

Three days until Vegas!

I'm packed and ready to go.

And I want to invite everyone to an event happening while I'm in Vegas.

I will be a part of a book signing event with five other Entangle authors. *excited*

Here are the details:

Event: Entangled Publishing Author Event

Location: Barnes and Noble Northwest
2191 N. Rainbow Blvd.
Las Vegas, NV 89108

Date: Aug. 1, 2012

Time: 7pm


Ann B. Harrison
Annie Seaton
Bronwen Evans
Misa Ramirez
Sarah Gilman
Kate Evangelista

We would love to see you there!

For more details on the event, visit the B&N website here:

Start your weekend right by breaking curfew. Grab  now, your   with a twist.

At Barinkoff Academy, there's only one rule: no students on campus after curfew. Phoenix McKay soon finds out why when she is left behind at sunset. A group calling themselves night students threaten to taste her flesh until she is saved by a mysterious, alluring boy. With his pale skin, dark eyes, and mesmerizing voice, Demitri is both irresistible and impenetrable. He warns her to stay away from his dangerous world of flesh eaters. Unfortunately, the gorgeous and playful Luka has other plans.
When Phoenix is caught between her physical and her emotional attraction, she becomes the keeper of a deadly secret that will rock the foundations of an ancient civilization living beneath Barinkoff Academy. Phoenix doesn’t realize until it is too late that the closer she gets to both Demitri and Luka the more she is plunging them all into a centuries old feud.

Grab your copy now at:

Radio Interview Gratitude

Those closest to me know I'm not a very morning person. Ever since I was little, I was already attached to the concept of sleep. My mother always told me I was an easy baby. She would give me a bottle before she put me to bed and I would sleep the whole night, waking up the next day at around 7. See? Even then I loved sleep.

Of course, as I got older, I only got crabbier when it came to being woken up earlier than usual. I don't sleep til noon, mind you, but I don't relish waking up before the sun either. Friends from college knew never to call me before 10am if they wanted a less profane conversation. Like poking a sleeping bear, those who made the mistake of making my phone ring while my eyes were still firmly closed.

Anyway, I have been up since 5 this morning in preparation for the talk I was to give my friend's Philippine Literature in English class that starts at 7 freakin' AM. Who thought of that schedule? I pretty much told her I didn't wake up that early for just anyone. That she was lucky I loved her like a sister. I think the talk went well. I mean, I got a few laughs here and there, which in my book is considered a success. Tomorrow, I repeat the performance all over again. This time at a more decent hour, but to a bigger audience. *Excited*

Yesterday, I woke up early for a wholly different reason. If you're a close follower of this blog, you would know that I had a radio interview. Let me tell you, I had so much fun. It helped that the host was so easy to talk too. I didn't feel conscious at all. I didn't even feel like I was on the radio until the text messages started pouring in. That's when the thought hit me that people were actually listening, that they were tuned in to the program. It's surreal--as most of this writing journey has been.

So, I would like to take this moment to thank Marybeth Nave for having me as a guest on her show, Tuesdays with Marybeth. I couldn't believe that the second time around was equally, if not even more fun. I look forward to the next time. And according to an email MB received while we were having lunch that there will be a next time. So, if you missed the interview yesterday, don't fret, another is coming in the near future.

I would also like to thank those who tuned in and sent messages. I hope I was able to answer some of your questions. I would also like to thank those who greeted my mother as well. She was very happy to hear from all of you. 

Oh, and in a non sequitur (but still connected to saying thank you), I would like to thank those who helped me pick the four dresses I will bring to Vegas. I'm packing this Friday, and all your votes made the process so much easier.

Also, stay tuned for my next post. I will be announcing a book signing in Las Vegas that I am a part of with five other authors. More information as to the venue, date, time, and who's coming in the next post. Can't wait to tell you all about that one.

Have a great day and stay awesome!

Radio Guesting

It's a rainy weekend here in the tropics. The temperature has decreased dramatically from weeks of hot, muggy days with rainy afternoons. Now, it's rain, rain, rain.

Okay, enough of the weather report.

This post is to announce my radio guesting on DZRJ 810AM this coming Tuesday.

I'll be talking with the amazing Marybeth Nave about writing and my latest YA novel, Reaping Me Softly.

The interview starts at 9am (Philippine Time), so those in the US, it'll be Monday night. For those in Europe, I'm not so sure if it'll be at night as well.

The interview will also be streaming live, so you can watch and listen at the same time on the web.

Visit the DZRJ Facebook Page here:

Click on the "like" button and you'll have access to their Listen Live and Watch Live feeds. You can even chat with us during the interview and ask questions.

I'm so excited! This is my first LIVE radio interview.

Make sure to crosscheck your local times with Philippine time here so you don't miss the interview.

I would love to chat and answer your questions during the interview.

I hope you're having a great weekend.

Spread the word!

Page One: What She Saw

She looked out into the world and saw nothing and the world was beautiful. Life has never been the same after she started looking out of her window. She thought she knew everything and she thought she was strong, but none of that mattered when she looked out her window for the first time. Only a few things were needed to make her happy. She didn’t think of herself as materialistic, but when she looked out the window she couldn’t take her eyes away.

Every morning he would pass by with his clean and pressed suit with a silk tie and starched shirt. In his right hand was his leather briefcase. His left wrist had his watch, which he always glanced at every couple of minutes. Everything in his life was in a hurry. There was no time for him to stop and notice. All he wanted was to get to work and start his day.

She knew the way he walked. The determined strut spoke more than a hello he never said. His walk always showed that he knew where he was going and he needed to get there in a hurry. There was no meandering in his life. That was what made her look intensely at him from her window.

He noticed nothing along his walk to the bus stop. There was really nothing for him to notice or so he thought. He did not know that a woman behind a window was there watching him everyday – in the morning, in the evening.

The smile on her face told the world everything, and yet, hid fantasies only she knew about. She wanted him, but didn’t know what to do about it. All she had was her window and the man she loved walking past early in the morning and late at night.

He was a man and a man needed a woman – he thought when he met her for the first time. There was a spark, a need, a wanting so strong that he could not help but come near her. She wanted the same things he did and he just wanted her – nothing more and nothing less.

The first time she saw him with her, denial crept into her heart. She didn’t mind the large fist slowly squeezing shut around it. The first time she saw him smile, it was not for her – it was for the other her. What happened? What could have happened in that moment, that minute he met her. She should have been the one with him, but the window was standing between them.

For the first time, he was happy. He would walk with her to work and even stop to kiss her. Gone were the days when he needed to get everywhere fast. The hurry was no longer controlling his world; he could finally stop and just look. When he did look, he saw the woman behind the window with her hand on the glass and a crushed look on her face. There was something so heartrending about her face.

She was waiting for him by the window and staring. When he looked at her for the first time her heart stopped. He didn’t walk with that determined strut anymore. He didn’t look at his watch frequently anymore. He had his briefcase in his right hand and holding her hand with his left. The wish that it was her finally left the lips that had gone dry, and he looked at her – finally saw her.

He started to become nervous. There was something about the woman standing behind the window that made his palms sweat. He needed to leave and fast.

She stared out and saw nothing. It has ended – all of it. Everything she knew changed when he walked away – almost in a panic. She needed nothing and it was beautiful. She didn’t know anything and she wasn’t strong. What she wanted could never be hers because she could not make it to the other side of the window. She couldn’t reach out and touch him. He saw her but ran away. Never again did he walk past. Never again did she see him through her window. Never again was she the same, but she continued to look out anyway. She continued to look out.

Packing for Vegas

Okay, so I've been thinking about what to pack for Vegas (two weeks and counting), and came up with a tough choice when it comes to dresses. It's going to be hot, so the material can't be too thick and must breathe.

Since I'm at a quandary and don't want to end up bring all my dresses...*light bulb moment*...I thought I would host a poll!

I've narrowed the choices to nine.

Now you get to help me choose which four dresses to bring. *claps*

The poll is on the sidebar of this blog. You can choose four out of the nine.

The dresses with the highest votes by the end of the week will come along with me, so choose wisely. *winks*

Here are the choices:

Dress A

Dress B

Dress C

Dress D

Dress E

Dress F

Dress G

Dress H

Dress I 

Vote and help me decide!

Thank you so much for participating.

Have a great week!

*blushes* Magic Mike


Two days ago, I watched Magic Mike. This post is late because I had to spend a whole day putting my brain back together when it turned to mush after the movie. I was surprised I managed to drive home since I was reduced to a drooling mess.

First thought about Magic Mike...

I don't think I've ever been so afraid of Matthew McConaughey. The things he does in this movie are scary. Like I-have-to-cover-my-eyes-and-laugh scary. And let's not even talk about the wardrobe.

Magic Mike is meant to be a comedy of sorts, and this is the first time this year that I've laughed so hard while watching a movie--counting The Avengers. I can never see myself walking into a male strip club. I just can't.

The extras in this movie must have been very happy women to get to fondle the buffet of manflesh in Magic Mike. If you thought Troy was a sausage fest? Then you haven't seen Magic Mike. I'm sure the extras would have done the movie for free. Heck, if I had the nerve, I would have done it for free.

I watched the film for the ever yummy Channing Tatum. I don't care how many roles he's played, he can do no wrong in my eyes. Then again, all I see is his sick abs, so go figure. I had to wipe away considerable amounts of drool during the course of this movie. Manflesh. Seriously.

I don't believe there's much of a story, or if there was, it wasn't clearly thought out. I'm thinking that's the biggest problem. And I think the director was going for an independent film feel with this one that didn't quite work. Although, there's talk of a part 2, so maybe there's something there after all.

Sadly, I think the movie under utilized the talent. They had Joe Manganiello from True Blood and Matt Bomer from White Collar in this movie and they hardly did anything. If you're going for a striper movie, there's no need to be too literal about it. Give each stripper a story at least.

Don't even get me started about Alex Pettyfer. He looks so grungy and un-kept in this movie. To think he's who I was thinking of to play Luka in the movie of Taste. Granted he'd just come off Stormbreaker then, but still! *she said with righteous indignation*

At the end of the day, enjoy Magic Mike for what it is, a movie where you get to giggle and hoot while guys take their clothes off. Turn off that part of your brain that thinks and just ogle. There aren't that many movies where you can do that. I'd say take your girlfriends and leave the guys at home.

Sage's Blog Tours

My friend, Sage, started Sage's Blog Tours. Isn't the site cool?

Well, she's featured me on her Blog Tours site here.

This feature is what she can do for you along with organizing a tour.

If you're an author looking to set up a Blog Tour, you can't go wrong with Sage. She'll definitely treat you right.

So, what are you waiting for? Start your book promotion right by working with Sage at Sage's Blog Tour.

And if you're a blogger, become a tour host for Sage. You won't regret it.

Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter Me


If there is a book I wish I wrote it will have to be AbrahamLincoln: Vampire Hunter. Who would have thought honest Abe was a vampire hunter? So, I'm now planning a new novel: JFK: Werewolf Slayer. Huh? Huh? Wouldn't that be wicked awesome? The werewolves are Russian, fitting in the Cuban Missile Crisis. It's a work in progress, but I believe it has potential.

The gush comes from the fact that I just watched the movie. Tim Burton out did himself this time. I finally forgive him for murdering Dark Shadows and worship at his altar again. I sacrifice goats in his honor. Okay, icky, and I like goats, so no sacrificing happening here.

There's something about slow-mo action sequences that I'm a total sucker for. They add a cool factor to any movie, especially when the choreography is eye-popping. Seeing the ax work in this movie makes me respect the talents of the stunt coordinator. I actually want to watch the movie again for the action sequences alone.

The story is top notch to. Not boring at all, which is always a relief considering the plot tackles historical events. Adding vampires into the mix made history all the more interesting. At some point, I actually wished what happened in the movie actually happened in real life. I certainly wouldn't have fallen asleep in history class if it involved vampires.

I actually don't know the actor playing Lincoln. There are some scenes where I thought he looked a lot like Eric Bana, but it's not Eric Bana. He did a pretty great job. The actor who played Lincoln, not Eric Bana. Okay, how many times can I use Eric Bana in a paragraph?

Moving on...

If you haven't watched the movie, then I'm wondering what's the matter with you at this point. If you haven't read the book, join the club. I'm ashamed to not have picked up my copy yet—for a book I claim to want to have written. Then again, I don't make it a habit of reading anything I've written after it's published, so go figure.

Spelling and Traveling

Normally, you wouldn't think that the words spelling and traveling are mutually exclusive, but in this case, they are. If you zoom in on my precious little sign you may notice that I have misspelled Vegas. The "E" is covering an "A." At first, I thought to deny the spelling error, and revel in my creativity, but I realized I wanted to turn this into a learning experience.

When I was in second grade, I realized I couldn't spell to save my life as witnessed by spelling tests never scoring more than a 1 out of 10. That was a good. Most of the time my score was zero. I also quickly learned, as did my teacher, that I didn't know how to read. Worse, that my brain had the tendency to jumble up words and letters. Ironic now for someone making a living as a writer. Anyway, my teacher taught me to spell by sounding out the syllables of the word. This worked for a while but backfired for words like rendezvous and anything with silent letters. I don’t even get why words need silent letters anyhow!

This struggle to spell naturally impeded my interest in reading because I only started voraciously devouring books in high school.

Years have passed since and I still have trouble spelling. Granted, I'm better at it now than I was, but it's a daily learning experience, as is convincing myself that travelling alone for the first time isn't as terrifying as it seems.

Entangled is having a get together in Vegas at the end of the month. When I first heard about it, I thought the chances of getting to go were slim to none. So imagine my surprise when I mentioned it to my mother and she actually encouraged me to go! I was floored.

You must understand that I was a rebellious teen, not to be trusted on adventures on my own. My mother actually trusting me to go to Vegas—of all places—all alone shows how far I've come since my days of hell raising. It's liberating, but a part of me wishes she said no.


Well, so that I have a reason to ignore the fact that I'm terrified of travelling alone. I used to talk big about seeing the world, and now that I have my chance, I cower at it. A contradiction, that is me.

All the times I've gotten on a plane, I was either with my family or with friends. Safety in numbers and all that. So, as the days tick by and I prepare myself mentally for this momentous trip, I ask you these questions:

Have you ever travelled alone?


What are some tips you can give to a first time solo traveler, especially someone going to Vegas?

Help. This is what I need. 

Cover Reveal: PLEDGED by Gwynneth White

Wanted to take a break from all the July 4th celebrations to share the Pledged cover reveal with all of you. I love how haunting it looks. Check it out:

Everyone has a soul mate. But what do you do when your soul mate would rather give his soul to the demons than be with you?

Seventeen-year-old Erin has a problem. Seth has been hers forever, but now an ancient promise is tearing him away. And Reuel, the demon to whom the promise was made, will stop at nothing to force Seth to forsake Erin and to worship him.

How can Erin win against a pledge so binding that it has damned countless others to the same fate she and Seth will face if Reuel wins – an eternity alone?

The answer lies in the past. To find it, Erin and Seth must risk all, travelling back in time to a dangerous world where love is forbidden, and life – and death – hang on a promise.

Follow Erin and Seth as they travel to ancient Shenaya to break the pledge that has plagued their families for millennia. Caught in a war between the Angelic Guardians and the Gefallen, the disembodied dead, they must fight to keep their souls in tact and their love untainted.

About the Author:

I have spent my entire life living in a parallel universe of make-believe characters, only coming back to reality for long enough to check that no one burnt the house down in my absence. A few years ago I decided to commit some of those ‘friends’ and their stories to paper. The Soul Wars Saga is the result of those efforts. Before that I co-authored two non-fiction travel books – The Complete Guide to 4x4 Trails and The Ultimate 4x4 Guide. Both books became instant best-sellers in South Africa where I live. And before that even, I studied a degree in African History and Politics at the University of Stellenbosch. When I’m not writing, I am a wife to Andrew and a mom to Stephanie, Erin, and Kate, our teenage daughters. My family and I live in a small town outside Cape Town with two dogs, a cat, a horse, and some neglected fish. Now that you know a little about me, I would love to get to know you. Please befriend me at:
Twitter: @GwynnethWhite
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