I’ve been getting loads
of emails lately asking when the third book in my Mortician’s Daughter series
will be out. I’m excited to announce Three
Heartbeats Away will be released on June 18th.
In Three Heartbeats Away, Riley really finds
herself in deep doodoo. She’s trying to deal with her latest ghost, a real
bridezilla that has a bad habit of throwing knives. Not to mention she has
another killer on the loose and her dad’s drinking problem has hit an all time
low. And remember the crazy lunch lady? Well, Riley finally finds out why she’s
been stalking her. As things get really hairy, Riley runs away from home and
SOMEONE ends up getting shot! Don’t forget Hayden, the hot boy who looked out
for her, but now can’t remember her and acts as if his heart belongs to Brandy.
Will Riley walk away and let Brandy have him?
Or will she fight for what she believes is real? Will she have to hunt
down a killer alone and face these dangers solo or is Hayden’s memory coming
The dead carry their secrets
At least until they
end up at Riley Smith’s door. Her latest
spectral visitor is a murdered bride with a need for revenge, and not
necessarily for the person who killed her.
Never mind that killer is about to strike again. Riley’s determined to help, but is missing
Hayden, the hot, ghostly boy who’s always had her back.
Hayden is awake, which means his spirit isn’t around to flirt with Riley
anymore. Worse yet, the “real” Hayden
doesn’t remember her. Their connection had been so strong. Did his feelings for Riley just disappear
into the ether?
As Riley gets closer
to finding the bride’s killer, other secrets are revealed: secrets that change
everything Riley thought she knew about her parents. But before she can completely unravel the
mystery of her past, Riley will need to escape the murderer that threatens her
Three Heartbeats Away is now up for preorder at Amazon, Barnes & Noble or Kobo. So I’m holding another preorder contest and I’m giving away a cool tote bag with a t-shirt, a deck of Three Heartbeats Away playing cards and other amazing swag (promotional stuff). All you have to do is preorder Three Heartbeats Away, then, send a link or a screenshot of your order to me at email@example.com, and you’ll be entered to win. I’ll be closing this contest on June 18th. (Sorry, but this contest is limited to U.S. residents only.)
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In Another Life has already received such great reviews on Goodreads. Do you read reviews? Do fans ever give you ideas for new stories?
I do read reviews. Most of the time with one
eye closed and a promise to myself that I won’t take the bad ones personally. I
know most writers prefer not to read them because some are . . . mean spirited.
I tell myself that books are like ice cream and not everyone likes the flavor
of books I write. I can accept that.
Fans do occasionally offer ideas. But I find most ideas need to be organically grown from my own experiences and emotions for me to feel passionate about it.
2. Your recent YA novels meld serious life-circumstances (such as organ donation and adoption) with traditional teen themes of school, family, and romance — and then to make things even more interesting, you infuse mystery and suspense! How do you juggle all of these threads? Do you outline your novels or do you just free-write?
I didn’t start out writing YA. In fact, I didn’t plan on it. An editor had read my humorous romantic
suspense novels and asked if I would try writing a paranormal YA series. However,
because I wasn’t a YA reader at the time, I had to do a crash course.
I bought about sixteen books and I read and analyzed
them. Then I did a long stroll down memory lane back to my teenage years. I learned
the things that concerned me, pained me, and inspired me were the same elements
I found in the books: romance,
friendships, parents, self-discovery, self-esteem, and the need for
independence. I knew I had to have those elements in my stories.
Some of my books are paranormal, like the
Shadow Falls series and The Mortician’s Daughter series. On top of the life-issues themes, I try to
find plots with a wow factor. i.e. Girl gets a heart transplant, but it comes
with the donors memories. Girl, adopted
at three, learns she may have been kidnapped and not given away. Daughter of a
mortician’s can see and speak to the spirits her dad works on and they want her
to fix their last problems. As for the suspense and mystery, call me an adrenaline
junkie, but I love what a little danger brings to a story.
I’m not a plotter. I love discovering the story as I write. Yes, I know my wow factor and I have some of the plot points, but if I knew everything, writing would be boring. I see writing as sort of like weaving. The themes/elements are threads. If woven in one scene is the suspense and parental issues of the story, I know I need to pull in the threads of romance and friendship into an upcoming scene.
3. On your website bio I learned that you sold your first book in 1994, but then didn’t sell another until 2007! I imagine that can be extremely daunting. What gave you the motivation to keep going as a writer? Did you have an agent during those quiet years?
What’s even more disheartening is I started
writing in 1984. So it took me ten years
to sell my first book and thirteen more years to sell my second. That said, I sold four books at once when I
sold my second. And In Another Life is
my 43rd book if you count my novellas and non-fiction books. So I am
not what you would call an overnight success.
I have received over 3000 rejections. Was it daunting? Yes, but you have to understand that I’m
dyslexic. Nothing came easy for me. And maybe because of this, I was willing to
fail and try again. Now, those
rejections are not just from novels.
When I couldn’t sell my second book in 1994, I started writing for
magazines. I wrote travel articles, fillers, essays, profile pieces, and
columns. I wrote approximately three pieces a week and if it came back
rejected, I’d try to improve it then I’d send it right back out. It took a
while before my freelance work took off, but a sale here and there kept me
motivated. Eventually, I was selling to
the bigger magazines. I put the novel writing on back burner and focused on my
freelance career. In 2000, my daughter
graduated from college and I told my husband I was going to start writing
novels again. It took six years for me
to sell, but during that time, I wrote eight completed novels and five
proposals. And I sold all but five.
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With the release of In Another Life, I’ve been very busy doing a blog tour. One of my favorite stops was at Jean the Book Nerd, where this was previously published on March 20th. I thought I’d share it with you.
Reasons to Read In Another Life
Because you’ll learn:
Accidentally body slamming a hot guy and making him spill something special.
A vague memory can be the key to unlocking the secrets of your past.
A good best friend can help get you through just about anything.
Your destiny isn’t determined by DNA, but by your choices.
When a dad’s superhero status is tarnished, his little girl’s heart is broken.
Parents aren’t perfect, but some deserve a second chance.
If we let it, our past can prevent us from having the future we deserve.
Divorce can be as hard on the children as is it on the couple.
When your dog barks at the window, someone who means you harm might be peering in.
I’m giving away one of my new C.C. Hunter t-shirts to one person who leaves a comment about In Another Life.(Sorry, but this giveaway is for U.S. residents only. If you’re reading this on Goodreads, you must leave a comment on my blog to be entered to win.)
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I’ve had fans ask me where I get the names for my characters in my books. Well, that depends…it’s kind of like asking where I get the ideas for my stories. Like my ideas for my books, I get my character names from all sorts of places. Sometimes I hear a name on TV or in a movie and I just like the way it sounds, the image it projects. Other times a baby name book can come in handy. And then there’s always the Internet. You can look up popular names, unusual names, even names by ethnicity. Did you know the top three names for babies born in 2019 in the U.S. are Olivia, Emma and Eva for girls and Noah, Liam and Elijah for boys?
So where did I get the name Cash,
the hero in my book In Another Life that releases
TODAY? My nine-year-old granddaughter. She was talking about a boy
in her school, and his name was Cash. For some reason that name created a
character who had tons of back story and secrets. I’ll even admit that
because my hero’s father is a con man, I
could see him naming his son Cash. So tell me, does a character’s name
create an impression of a person? Do we name our children because a name
fits who we think our children will grow up to be? Do you like your name?
“It’s fast paced and holds
your attention. You can whip through this book in a few days.”—Saturday Niter
from beginning to end, is captivity and the characters are one with whom I
identified and empathized.”—Macsbookshttps://tinyurl.com/y4qpw84e
“I cannot remember the last time I
read a book in a single day, butIN ANOTHER LIFE was a page-turner.”—Do You Dog-Ear https://tinyurl.com/y293lqqq
ANOTHER LIFEwas an exciting
and intriguing young adult thriller that had me devouring pages until the very
end.”—A Dream Within a Dream https://tinyurl.com/yxrn8gng
“I will recommend this book to any
mystery/thriller action book lover if you also like a little bit of YA romance
mixed with suspense and build-up tension, then you won’t want to miss
reading IN ANOTHER LIFE!—The Cozy Corner https://tinyurl.com/yxzhdwdk
“I will tell you that I devoured this read. It was so good and I couldn’t even put this book down.”—Cecily’s Book Reviews about IN ANOTHER LIFE https://tinyurl.com/yy2s8vsf
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Last week, I told you about an embarrassing incident in my
life and how I wish I could go back and change it. I also promised you another
thing I would have liked to change in my past in this week’s blog. So, here is
the second thing I would change if I could.
I’d have stood up to that school bully a lot
sooner than I did.
She made my life miserable for over a year. It was something that left a few scars on me and dinged my self-confidence. I think because it did leave some lingering hurt, I use this in my books a lot. In In Another Life, there’s a guy, Paul, who is a bully. He tries to intimidate my hero, Cash, as well as Chloe. Both Chloe and Cash stand up to him. Cash even puts a camera in his car and video tapes the guy to show he’s the one who keyed his Jeep. But there’s something that Cash realizes. Bullies are generally bullies because of some issue going on in their own lives. It doesn’t make it right, but Cash decides to cut this guy a little break.
“What the hell is your boyfriend up to?” A voice says behind me.
I swing around. A very angry Paul is storming toward me. Cash told me he was sending the video, so I know what this is about. “I’m pretty sure he explained it in his text,” I say and I know that, too, because I helped him write it.
“He’s trying to mess up my chances at a football scholarship, isn’t he?” He gets in my face.
I take a step back. “Get the hell away from her.” I hear Cash, and he’s running toward us.
“What are you trying to pull?” Paul yells at Cash.
“Not a damn thing. Read the damn text. Now get lost,” he says.
I see Cash’s fist held tight at his side. His expression is rock hard. Anger tightens his face. He looks ready to fight.
“What are you going to do? Take it to the coach?” Paul says.
Cash takes my arm. “Come on.” I start walking with him.
Paul bolts in front of us and takes a defensive stance. Cash releases me and grabs Paul by his shirt and slams him into a car. “Listen to me. I know your father is a piece of shit. I had one like that, too. I’m giving you a break, but it wouldn’t take much to change my mind. Now get the hell away from me! And stop trying to be like your damn father! Got it?”
In The Mortician’s Daughter series, One Foot In the Grave, Riley had a huge issue with a couple of mean girls. Riley even ends up being hit and even gets a black eye. In the second book these girls are still up to no good. I love the scene when Riley finds her spunk and uses her smarts to teach the bully a lesson.
I grab my cardboard pizza and am heading to Kelsey in the back when I’m smacked in the face with a bread roll, which drops on top of my pizza. Laughter echoes. I look around for the guilty person, but there’s really no point. It’s not like I’m going ape-shit on anyone’s ass.
I’m the one who hates conflict.
Then I see the table that’s laughing the hardest. It’s Jamie, Jacob’s ex, who has it out for me, and her minions. Candace, Jamie’s friend, waves at me. Yeah, she’s the one who picked on me the first week of school and caused a scuffle that led to me getting a black eye.
I don’t know what happens, but suddenly the idea of going ape-shit on someone is sounding better and better. I square my shoulders and head straight to her table.
I should be afraid. I should be smarter and turn around. But all I feel is anger.
I stop right behind Candace, who is looking over her shoulder at me, sneering. “Did you give her the book?” Jamie asks.
So that’s who put the book in my locker? I feel my face get hotter. “I think you lost this.” I hold up the roll and then drop it. It plops in her bowl of chicken soup.
Okay, I know this doesn’t qualify as going ape-shit on anyone, but at least I’m not slinking away. I’m turning to leave when I hear, “Freak. Does your dad get it on with the dead women in his funeral home?”
I swing around. Everyone at the table goes silent. Everyone’s holding their breath to see what I’ll do.
Honestly, I’m kind of waiting too.
Oh, I know what I want to do. I want to hit her. I’ve never ever wanted to hit anyone before. Until now. But my gut says that’s what she wants. I swallow air and try to roll back my emotions. To reevaluate. Refrain from acting. Rethink my position.
I’m not going to hit her. Not going to give her what she wants. But I’m not just walking away, either. I’m going to outsmart her. I lean down, get close to her ear, just to show her I’m not afraid. Then I whisper, “Disrespecting the dead is dangerous. Be careful.” I’m impressed at the spookiness level in my tone. “Be very, very careful.”
She laughs, but when I pull back I see it in her eyes. Fear. I think I even smell it on her. Then again, that might just be her chicken soup.
Yeah, I know I’ve probably upped my freak level, but with only three months left of school, it might be worth it.
So what about you? Did you ever have to deal with a bully?
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said it many times, I hated my teenage years.
When I look back, there are so many things I wish I could go back and
change. But I can say that those
experiences are fodder for my books.
There are two things I’d change. Here is the first one and the scene
where I used my experience. I’ll share the other one next week, so be sure to
I’d have safety
pinned my bikini top on before I jumped off the high dive at the local pool.
Yup, it really happened. I was lucky that I found it, but I didn’t
even realize it was gone until after I stood up in waist deep water. So yup, I pretty much flashed everyone. When the air hit the boobs, I dropped back
down to chin deep so fast, you’d have thought a shark yanked me under. It was humiliating. And while I was quick, I know some people saw
me. Talk about embarrassed. I never went back to that neighborhood
pool. Thankfully, Dad built our own pool
the next year.
While I’ve never had a heroine lose her bathing suit top—yet—I have had Leah, in This Heart of Mine, yank her hoodie out of the dryer and rush to leave with her guy boyfriend Matt, not realizing that, due to static electricity, she had a pair of lacy panties stuck to the back of her jacket. I can say I borrowed the embarrassment I felt in the pool to write this scene.
Ponytail in place, I dig through my closet for my new long-sleeved burgundy shirt and matching hoodie. I remember I’d worn it over the weekend.
I tear off to the laundry room to see if Mom washed it. It’s in the dryer. Still warm.
I ditch the blue sweater. Yank the static-electrified tee and hoodie from the dryer, and put them on.
I’m still dressing when the doorbell rings. I fit my arm in the hoodie, grab my purse, and run out.
Mom, phone to her ear, comes to the kitchen opening. She offers me a wave and returns to the kitchen and her conversation.
I open the door.
Matt’s there. He wears the same thing he wore to school, but he gives me a quick once-over.
Approval lights up his eyes. I like approval.
“In the car. I didn’t know if I had to come in and I’m not in the mood to pick up shit in your house again.”
I laugh. We head out. I feel him staring, but when I glance at him, he looks away.
When we get in the car, I drop my purse to the floorboard. Lady tries to get in the front seat. Matt tells her no.
“Uh…” Matt’s looking at me strangely again. Almost smiling. Almost not.
“What?” I ask.
“You have . . . something stuck to the back of your jacket.
“What?” I look over my right shoulder.
“Here.” He reaches behind my left shoulder and pulls off a wispy piece of material.
It takes me one second to recognize my new lacy wine-colored panties. The static must’ve gotten them caught on my hoodie.
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I’ve been there. Done
it. Wore the t-shirt. Still carry a few scars.
Divorce is ugly. And
until recently, when the word was mentioned, the pain it brought bubbling to
the surface was the lingering hurt I went through with my first husband.
But when writing In Another Life, the big D took me back a little further. It took me back to being a teen, to being a teen watching the foundation of my world crumble as my parent’s marriage fell apart.
For me, like most teens, my family was my security blanket. Not a blanket that I dragged around with me, ached for, or even valued. It was simply . . . there. We were a family of five. We argued some, laughed more, but we always had each other’s back.
Dad came home from work every day. We sat at the dinner table and shared a meal
and whimpered, whined or bragged about our day.
I didn’t appreciate the family unit, because I’d always had it. I didn’t fear losing it because first,
divorce wasn’t the rampant virus then as it is today, and second, unlike the
few families I knew who’d caught the virus, my parents loved each other.
And then that security blanket, the foundation of my life,
Oh, my parents told me the same things that most parents say
to their kids. They both still loved
me. It wasn’t my fault. They’d always be there for me.
But they weren’t.
Not that they were terrible or didn’t try. You see, I’m not talking about the big
things. It’s the small ones. It’s those conversations that happened over
dinner. The fact that a flat tire was
nothing, because Dad was always there to fix it.
It’s more than just the loss of having two parents in the
house, I’m talking about the fact that my family was my tribe, and my tribe had
been torn apart.
When I was writing In
Another Life, I unintentionally tapped into the pain of the past. As a writer, I’ve always known that my life,
my own emotional journey, is the grist for my writing mill. It’s the core of my stories.
But I won’t lie to you, I was surprised when the feelings of
being a child of divorce was still so raw.
Like Chloe, my seventeen-year-old heroine in In Another Life, my parent’s divorce was bitter. Whether they meant
to or not, I felt forced to take sides.
I was exposed to the flaws of my parents that I had previously blissfully
Unlike me, Chloe is dealing with a triple whammy. While trying to wade through the loss of her
home life, she’s also dealing with her mother’s cancer. Then she learns what she believed to be true,
that she was adopted at age three, may have been a lie. A young girl who looked just like her, and
from the same town she was adopted from, was kidnapped at age three.
Were her parents behind it?
If not them, then who?
Cash, my seventeen-year-old hero, is dealing with his own serious
life issues. When he sees Chloe and
realizes she is identical to the age progression photo of his foster parent’s
missing child, he is determined to give them back the child they lost.
While searching for answers, Chloe and Cash fall for each
other. They become each other’s touch
stones. But the closer they get to the
truth, the more someone is trying to stop them.
Someone who will kill to keep the truth from being exposed.
In Another Life is a work of fiction, but there’s a lot of truth in this story. There’s even some lessons for parents struggling through divorce that could be taken to heart. I hope everyone enjoys Chloe and Cash’s journey as they let go of the past and find a future.
March 26th, In Another Life, my C.C. Hunter YA about adoption is coming out. This is a theme I had kicking around in my head for a long time. You see, I have always marched to beat on my own drum. I’m slightly different from my family. Not so much in appearance, but in our interests and outlooks. My two brothers and parents are people who like to work with their hands, who seldom slow down. They play sports, do crafts, and build houses. Me, I can sit by a window and stare out at nothing, I will ponder something to death. Because what’s going on inside my head is much more interesting than what is probably happening around me. Being dyslexic, I wasn’t a reader growing up, but I was writing books in my head by the time I was eleven. Sometimes these stories would last months. Several of them included discovering that I was adopted. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my family, I just always felt different.
So, adoption has always
fascinated me. And adoption has touched more lives than you think. In fact,
about 140,000 children are adopted every year, and today, almost 60%-70% of domestic adoptions are now open
adoptions, which means there is a degree of openness and disclosure of
information between adoptive and birth parents regarding the adopted child. But
open adoptions weren’t always that common, and that often resulted in adopted
children searching for their biological parents. In
a study of American adolescents, the Search Institute found that 72 percent of adopted adolescents
wanted to know why they were adopted and 65 percent wanted to meet their birth parents. And not all
adoptions are legal, and that makes it extremely hard for the children to track
down their biological parents.
Chloe in In Another Life has always known she was adopted, but now that
she’s at a crisis point in her life, she’s having question about her adoption.
When Cash confronts her with some of his suspicions, she suspects that maybe she
wasn’t adopted but kidnapped. If this is true, were the people she calls mom
and dad behind it? She will unearth the truth, even if it threatens everything she’s ever known. Even if it
puts her life in danger.
Change. It’s hard for some of us. It takes courage to go a different route. To choose differently. To trust that something new and different will be okay. I’m not talking about huge life decisions. Buying a house, or moving to another state. I’m not talking about quitting a job, or trying a new genre. I’m talking our hair.
I have an appointment today with my hair dresser. And I’m already feeling antsy. Every time I go, I think this time I’ll tell her to do something completely different. To go a little crazy.
And then I don’t.
I have friends whose hair is different every time I see them. Sometimes I really like it, sometimes I don’t. But I always admire their courage.
Now, I have excuses. I have fine hair and, therefore, the number of styles that actually look good on me are limited. I could go short and spiky? I just don’t see myself as a short-spiky-haired girl.
I could have it dyed a different
color? Yeah . . . No!
So I’ll go and I’ll probably ask
her the same question I ask every time.
I know she’ll offer something, and I’ll listen and then I’ll say . . . “Just do the regular.”
What’s wrong with me guys?
I mean, I don’t shy away from change in other areas of my life. I jump genres, I recently moved from the house I’d lived in for twenty years. I’m not afraid to travel. I’ll try different kinds of food. Heck, I ate toad soup once.
But my hair? I never venture too far from what I’ve always had.
Any hair style advice for fine hair? Any advice on taking a leap of faith at the salon? Are you like me, afraid of a new hair style?
So, I have a little contest for you. Would you like to win an Ancestry DNA kit? You know, the ones that check your DNA and tell you if your Irish, Italian, or whatever. Pre-order In Another Life and send a link or a screenshot of your order to me a firstname.lastname@example.org and you’ll be entered to win an Ancestry kit. I’ll be closing this contest on March 25th. (Sorry, but this contest is limited to U.S. residents only.)
I love romance. I love when two people find each other and something special happens. That’s probably why I write the books I write. Romance is an integral part of my plots. And this week, we celebrate the most romantic day of all—Valentine’s Day.
But what exactly is Valentine’s Day? Is it just a day when
you appreciate your honey? A day for giving flowers, chocolates or jewelry? Or
is it more? Did you know the origins of Valentine’s Day has its roots in Roman
It’s widely believed that Saint Valentine was a
Roman priest who performed weddings for soldiers forbidden to marry, because of
the Roman emperor felt married soldiers did not make good warriors. He wore a
ring with a Cupid on it—a symbol of love—which helped soldiers recognize him. When the emperor found out, he sentence
Valentine to death. While in jail awaiting his execution, he fell in love with
his jailer’s daughter. When he was taken
to be killed on Feb. 14th, he sent her a love letter signed “from
your Valentine.” This story set the groundwork for establishing the day as a
holiday for romantic love.
So, our day to celebrate romantic love is
actually based on a sad story. The story may be true, but if not and I had
written that tale it would not have ended sadly. I’m a happy ending kind of
girl? That said, Valentine’s Day has
evolved past its roots into a holiday for declaring your feelings for someone.
How will you spend Valentine’s Day? Are you the happy ending kind of girl, too?
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So, I have a little contest for you. Would you
like to win an Ancestry DNA kit? You know, the ones that check your DNA
and tell you if your Irish, Italian, or whatever. Pre-order In Another
Life and send a link or a screenshot of your order to me a firstname.lastname@example.org and you’ll be entered to win
an Ancestry kit. I’ll be closing this contest on March 25th. (Sorry,
this contest is limited to U.S. residents only.)