Kyra Lennon's Game On Blog Tour - Day 13

My turn has FINALLY arrived for Kyra Lennon's Game On Blog Tour. Woohoo!



I've been waiting not-so-patiently because I'm so excited for Kyra and her debut novel! 



And now, I'll hand over the reigns to Kyra . . .

There is a very good reason I wanted to be right here on Jackie’s blog to talk about the Game On soundtrack. We both share an enormous love of Maroon 5! 

*sigh* I do heart them so much ... Oh, sorry, Kyra. Back to you! 

Maroon 5 seem to have the magic that makes me want to include at least one of their songs to any soundtrack I make for a story. For Game On, the “chosen one” is “Secret.”

When you read the book, you will have a better understanding of why I chose it. ;)


Maroon 5 aside, there are many beautiful songs that contain lyrics than fit certain parts of the story. I always say “Breakaway” by Kelly Clarkson is Leah’s song. It very much embodies everything Leah is about. The girl who grew up in a small town who wanted to spread her wings and find out who she is, away from the life she’s always known.


Friendship is a strong theme in Game On. The friendship between Leah and Freya is very strong, but many other friendships happen as the story progresses. I chose “Count On Me” by Bruno Mars as the perfect way to show just how much the characters care for each other.

Finally, I chose a fairly recent song as the one I – in my completely impossible fantasies – would use as the closing credits if Game On ever became a movie. “93 Million Miles” by Jason Mraz. As much as Leah rejects her old life, her hometown will always be important to her. The chorus of this song struck a chord with me the first time I heard it, and I think it’s very fitting.

I love the soundtrack, Kyra! Thanks again for letting me join in on this fun blog tour! 

Game On Synopsis

After swapping her small town life to work for one of the top soccer teams in the U.S, Leah Walker thought she could finally leave the ghosts of her past behind. However, when she meets serial womanizer, Radleigh McCoy, the memories of her old life come swarming back, and she is forced to ask herself whether she has really changed at all.

Kyra's blog ... Write Here, Write Now

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Thanks for stopping by! Now, go check out Kyra's book and have a wonderful day!!!

Monster Blogfest and Christine Rains Fearless release

Christine Rains is hosting this awesome blogfest - What was your childhood monster? - 

in celebration of her new book Fearless. Click on her cover below for info. 

Congrats, Christine, on this! 

Can't wait to check it out!

And now for the blogfest... Click on the pic below for more info if you'd like to join in on the creepy fun! You can find my story below.

Closet monster...

When I was younger, I had a canopy bed draped in shades of pink and white with blue Holly Hobbie print on it. (Do you know who that is? If not, dayam I'm old.) 

I used to think the canopy was my protection, like a shield. As long as I was under it, no one or thing, could harm me.

I also had a walk-in closet... we had a love/hate relationship. 

In the daytime, it was fun to play in it, like it was my own little retreat. I'd go in there to read, have tea parties, and a place to get away from my three pesky brothers. 

At night, that closet came to life.

After I'd get ready for bed, I'd shut my closet door then fold down my comforter. I'd turn off the room light and sprint to my bed, praying that nothing grabbed my feet. I'd dive in and cover myself up to my eyeballs because - remember - as long as I was under my canopy nothing could get me. The blankets were just a bonus, in my mind. But even with my canopy and blanket, I was still scared.

One time, I did my nighttime routine, but it wasn't until I peeked out from under the blankets that I saw light trickling out from underneath the closet door. A few moments later, shadows moved around inside. I could see them from under the door because I'd left that stupid light on!   I. Was. Terrified. To make matters worse, we had hardwood floors so every creak of a board intensified the already creepy feeling.

I stared at the door for hours, or that's what it felt like anyway. It was probably more like ten minutes. Then, I got worried. What if one of my brothers was in there? What if they got stuck in there trying to play a joke on me and now the closet monster was hurting them?

I panicked, jumped out of bed, and opened the door to find no brothers. Just my clothes hanging there. I looked up at the string dangling from the closet ceiling. (That's what I'd use to pull the light off or on.) It swayed on its own. I freaked out, shut the door, and got back into bed.

The next morning, I told my dad, so he "investigated" like parents do and told me that a draft caused the string to move on its own and the creaky floors, well, that was the house's way of settling. Yeah, right. At the time, I thought he was nuts. But here I am alive to day, so he must have been right...  or was he? 

Did you have any childhood monsters that made you lose sleep?

IWSG - August - post #5

It's IWSG time. The host, Alex J. Cavanaugh, states it best: IWSG is a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds! 

To join, click on the IWSG pic below and post on your blog the first Wednesday of every month. Go sign up and meet some awesome people.

July has been busy for my family so I haven't accomplished all that I had planned, but it's okay. I'll get there.

The main thing I've been dealing with is the fear that others won't think I'm a good enough writer.
Here's an edited convo I had with one of my critique partners the other night, edited because we talked about other things in between that don't pertain to this.

Laura:  I CAN'T WAIT to read what you've written. Send it over whenever you like.

Me:  Um, what if what I wrote sucks donkey doodoo? Then, I will have wasted your time. :( 

L:  Get over yourself. Who cares if you wrote donkey doodoo? You won't know until you share it. And maybe it's totally awesome. It's probably totally awesome, because I love your voice. Anyhoo, send over your stuff! Now!! :)

Me: LMAO. You about made me choke on my water!!!

L:  Glad I could make you laugh. :)

My point to sharing this? Even my CP's keep me in check when my insecurities bite at me. 

And she's right. Who cares if it's donkey doodoo? I'm writing, which I love to do. And if I love my work, first and foremost, that's what matters at this point. 

I leave you with this quote...

"Each one of us requires the spur of insecurity to force us to do our best." ~ Harold W. Dodds

Happy writing to you all!