Instagram Book Giveaway 

Hi guys! I’m hosting a really fun giveaway on my Instagram until November 11th. There’s two options for entry, one super easy, one more creative. I’ll be picking TWO winners. 

Please check it out 😄 And come say hi and stuff. I’m really enjoying IG after resisting joining for so long, ha! 

And I hope you’re doing well. Revisions on Weightless are going incredibly (and surprisingly?) well, especially after my meh stage recently lol. I’m up to 47,000 words, much of which still needs fixing of course but I’m happy where it’s headed. 

Also, I’m coming off of reading a few books and desperately slacking on reviews- so sorry! I promise to post some soon 🙂 

Take care. And get thy butt to my giveaway! 



Good Updates & SALE 

Hi guys! It’s been awhile. Is it weird to say I miss you? Because I do! 😘

Just popping in with some small, pretty cool updates. 

1. My Like Waves Goodreads giveaway ended, with nearly 750 entries! Thanks to all who entered. 

2. In the last Twitter pitch party, I recieved like, 16 favs from agents for my Witch Lessons pitch (Please check out my page What I’m Working On to learn more)! Those numbers are including a few likes from smaller publishers and 1 random guy. Lol. So, I sent most of the agents queries, and recieved 1 rejection already but I also got a full request from an absolutely rocking agent so….fingers crossed! 

3.  I participated in the Instagram #childrenofinksept2017 poetry contest and won (1 winner of 10) with this autumn-themed poem: 

4. And to celebrate, I am having a sale! Like Waves is just 99 cents on Kindle (still free on KU) until Wednesday. If you haven’t gotten yourself a copy yet now is a great time! 

5. Finally, I’ll be interviewed tonight on Twitter by Writer Moms! Please search the hashtag #WM_chat to learn more about moi and my writing 🙂 8pm PST. 

Have a great day! I’m off all week because my parents (babysitters) are in PARIS. OMG AM I JEALOUS. I’ll be working on my YA fairytale retelling. 


Bookloot Unboxing August 

Yay! I received my second subscription box from BookLoot the other day. 

Without further ado…

In the box was:

-Lord of the Rings inspired bookmarks 

-Aslan-inspired soap. Kid used this, and liked it. 

-Loose leaf tea. I’m not a tea-drinker, but I will pass it to a family member 

-Seeds to plant my own tree- love this! 

-A short story, Protecting Neverland, by C.A. Perkins. Sounds interesting.

-insert card

-and the book of the month, The Wood, by Chelsea Bobulski, including a letter from the author, which was neat 🙂 I haven’t heard of the book, but I am excited to read! Sounds very cool. 

There was also some gummy bears, which again, my rugrats ate. It was a fun box, and I plan to order again!

Thanks for checking out my post! I’ll be back with another unboxing in October, and the theme is Horror Remixed..oooooo.. 

14 Days! 

I took this pretty photo today and wanted to share. 

Just two until Like Waves is released! I can hardly believe it. Don’t forget to enter my Goodreads giveaway, and if you’re interested please pre-order the ebook now. Paperback coming August 16th! Woohoo! 

And now, off to finish the last 30 pages of Witch Lessons edits. So pumped.

Nighty night 😄

Book Review: It Starts Like This by Shelby Leigh

It Starts Like This: a collection of poetryIt Starts Like This: a collection of poetry by Shelby Leigh

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

It Starts Like This has a great hook—Shelby Leigh wrote a poem every day for a year and decided to publish a poetry book of her favorites after that experience.

There were poems that weren’t my cup of tea because they lacked imagery or sophistication, some I liked enough, and some I absolutely loved, which I thought were really strong. It Starts Like This is a well-done debut poetry collection, and Shelby Leigh has a lot of potential. If she continues writing and ever publishes another book, I anticipate it being even stronger. The emotion and rawness in some of the poems was palpable, and even some I didn’t particularly love I could still appreciate because of the clear heart throughout the book.

In no particular order, I believe the best poems were: Battle Scars, Keepsakes (I love the rhyme here), Sleepwalker, Predator, Bones, Rhymes, and Journal. I think the brief Swearing was my favorite:

I swear
with every kiss
you leave words on my tongue
and every time you break away
I breathe a poem
into my lungs

4 stars for a good collection of poetry. It was dotted throughout with tiny gems I fell in love with, and will definitely read again in future.
Well done.

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I’m on Instagram! 

Hey there! 

So, after a little grumbling and more than a couple tries, I’ve finally signed up for Instagram! I’m still getting used to it, but come on and check out my account and follow 🙂 I’m @amandalinsmeier just like on Twitter. So, come say hi! 

See you there! 

Quick Hi

A little hi to say good morning, Happy Memorial Day, and I hope you had a great weekend! 

Tomorrow is DY release day, and I spent a lot of time outdoors with my loves this weekend, plus good food, so yeah, things are sunny with me. Also, the ideas have begun sparking again! I’ve got a couple pages in a brand new YA fantasy and I’m really excited about it. 

So, off to enjoy fresh blueberry/ banana/oat pancakes with homemade maple syrup, and coffee before we head back outside. Later, writing 🙂 

Don’t forget to check back tomorrow for the release! 

Thanks, Amanda 

Déjà You Story Excerpt 

I am SUCH a spazz. First, let me back up. Hi. 🙂

Okay, now confession time: I am more scatterbrained than I would like to admit. Yes, I’m extremely ambitious. Yes, I like getting stuff done. Yes, I have the best of intentions. But. Sometimes, oops, things slip my mind or I think I’ve checked something off my list when I really haven’t.

It happens, though. Right? In any case, I’m posting today to share an excerpt from my upcoming book anthology collaboration with Book Beasties authors (Kelly Cain, Jamie McLachlan, C.H. Armstrong, and Bianca M. Schwarz) which comes out in ELEVEN DAYS! 


Anyway, you know I’ve been stressing between the books I’ve been launching, between the other anthology I’m working on, between work projects, and home life, yikes. It’s all really good, but sometimes I feel overwhelmed.

However, I’m home today, making soup, snuggling my loved ones, and doing some low-stress work on the side, so I have some time to take a breath, count my blessings, and share with you the excerpt to a story that came straight outta my heart. And when I say that I mean these characters are so real to me, the whole world is. I love this story I wrote, and I hope you will too!

Please read on my for my excerpt of Joy and Sorrow, and the buy link below, because we will only have the DY e-book on sale for .99 for a few more days. After that, the price will go up to 3.99. But don’t worry if you’re holding out for a paperback, those will be available, too. And they are gawgeous. Also, please take a look at our new Pinterest board. It’s a work in progress, but I’m already loving it.

Joy and Sorrow Excerpt

Iris apparently needed to register as a spinster now. It might as well be official. Her co-worker, Judy, made it clear not dating for a decade, with no prospects to indicate her “situation” would change, was the ultimate qualifier for spinsterhood.

It was a shock for Iris to discover she now held that title, at least unofficially. She flashed a wry smile at the older woman who continued her unsolicited advice as they worked side by side in the stacks at the tiny, public library.

“You’re getting too old for that long hair, too, Iris. And you should really stop wearing jeans.”

“There’s an age cut-off for jeans?” Iris raised her eyebrows, not even faking her incredulousness. That was news to her. She looked down at her library-issued polo shirt—black, which, admittedly, did nothing for her fair coloring—and her jeans, slightly faded, bootcut then stole a glance at her co-worker’s pleated khaki pants with the waistband of forgiving elastic.

Judy sniffed. “It just doesn’t suit women our age.”

Iris almost told her she was fifteen years her junior but kept her mouth shut. Judy was a meddling, old cow but, despite her abrasive words, Iris knew she was only trying to help and really wasn’t unkind in general. The woman just couldn’t help it. She had a bushel of children and grandchildren who lived somewhere on the west coast whom she rarely saw, and she’d once said Iris was almost like a daughter to her. Since Iris’s own mother provided little in the way of motherly advice—particularly after she and her latest husband had decided to move to London on a whim, and she got busy with her new, posh life—Iris appreciated the concern, even if it walked a fine line between stinging and ridiculous.

“Should I just call the funeral home now? Tell them I have nothing left to live for?” Iris let out a harsh bark of laughter, and a nearby patron looked up from his book with a frown. She smiled in apology and pushed the cart to the next shelving unit. Judy shook her head as they shelved the romance books, sliding the new releases in alphabetically by the author’s last name, carefully lined up the spines along the edges as they went, and removed any books out of order.

“Romance is all around us,” Judy said in a low voice, waving her hand at the paperback covers featuring half-clad Scottish lairds holding bosomy damsels with heavy-lidded eyes, which always appeared to Iris as though the couples were mid-orgasm.

“That’s not real life.” Iris scoffed. She liked romances in general, but she took them for what they were—fantasies. Nothing that would ever happen to her. Romance was as far off a dream as the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

“Everything can be real if you believe hard enough. And you shouldn’t laugh. You should find someone before it’s too late.”

Iris didn’t tell Judy she had already found someone, only he had gone ahead and died on her. He was gone, and there was nothing left but the memory of him on her skin, his lips on her face, the smell of him, the timbre of his voice in her ear, the way he filled a room, the way he filled her heart. Every day with him had been good, even the bad days. Every day was beautiful, easy.

Living without him all these years was unbeareable. Sometimes, it was still damn near impossible.


The way he had left had been so stupid, really. Iris was still angry at him for it. Of all the reasons to die, in a car accident he’d caused himself…what a shame. What a goddamn, horrible shame.

Grady hadn’t been texting. In those days, nobody really did. He hadn’t been drinking. And he hadn’t hurt anyone else, thankfully. But he’d been driving too fast around the curve set deep in the hills. He’d run off the road into a cluster of trees. His tires had left long, terrible black lines on the pavement from when he’d tried to break. Sometimes, she thought he had swerved for an animal. That would have been like Grady. He had cared. At times, Iris thought maybe he had taken all of her caring along with him when he’d died.


When Iris got home from work, she kicked off her shoes and padded around the house, barefoot as usual. Her toenails were painted turquoise blue—imagine if Judy had known about that—the horror! She fixed herself an early dinner and half-heartedly ate a grilled cheese sandwich at the kitchen island, while she sorted through the stack of paperbacks she’d brought home. She gave up on the books and the sandwich after only a short while. She felt like neither reading nor eating.

Iris cleaned up the kitchen—it took all of three minutes—and moved on to some other chores around the house. She threw in a load of laundry, folded the clothes, and put them away in their proper places. When she looked at the clock again, it had barely moved. Evenings were lonely and long.

Sighing heavily, Iris reached for the only thing that filled her arms nowadays—Grady’s guitar—and moved out to the porch, settling onto the swing with one foot tucked under her, and began plucking at the strings without any concrete tune in mind. She played as people smoked cigarettes, to give her fingers something to do, and out of habit and need of comfort. To stop her mind from thinking. Without considering it, Iris strummed the opening to “Kocaine Karolina.”

Besides new musicians that were so honest and raw in ways that reminded her of the best parts of poetry, Iris loved the twangy, sweetness of the old country, blues, and folk-singers. She loved Johnny Cash, Dolly, Billie Holiday, and more. She had taught herself their songs on her lover’s old guitar. She felt closer to Grady when she played. She didn’t have much that had only been his. She had no rights, legally. They never married. Iris suspected most of his family believed they hadn’t been serious enough to commit to each other. At least, that’s how she suspected they felt.

Sometimes, Iris felt the naked weight on her finger, as though the ring he never placed there was only temporarily missing. The loss was magnified, times a million, the day she’d found the velvet box hidden in the top shelf of Grady’s closet under a pile of his old t-shirts. For a long time, she’d avoided opening the case. It might have been half a year before she’d finally worked up the courage. And then, with trembling fingers that felt as though they didn’t belong to her, she’d opened the box. Nestled between the velvet cushions sat a small, gold ring, with diamonds on each side of a large, glittering opal. Antique, pretty, unpretentious. Exactly the ring she would have picked for herself.

Iris wore it on occasion, though nobody ever mistook it for an engagement ring. It was too old, not in a fashionable, vintage way. Mostly, Iris kept it in her jewelry box, not because she didn’t love it, because she had never loved a piece of jewelry more. But an overwhelming sense of longing overcame her whenever she looked down at the delicate band and the pretty jewels.

She wondered when Grady had planned to propose. How long had he had it? If he’d been nervous, working out how to ask her to be his wife. If only he had asked me, Iris lamented. She had wanted to be his wife and, somewhere in the back of her mind, Iris thought if she were a widow or at least had lost a fiancé, people wouldn’t keep pushing her to move on even a decade later. Maybe the title might have protected her grief. She hated worrying about what others thought of her coping or how she chose to live her life; however, she couldn’t help it.

Iris sang her song as the sun set, and the breeze landed on her face, and the hummingbirds swooped to their feeder. She played even when the cool air chilled her, and she tried to muster up some passion from within to get her heart to match the energy in her voice. It was no use. Her heart had been half-broken for ten years. Half-broke hearts just didn’t have much pep.


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Introducing Book Bestie, Bianca M. Schwarz

Please click to read more about my pal Bianca! She’s one of the 5 Book Besties co-authoring our upcoming book, Déjà You.

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Bianca M Schwarz was born in Germany, spent her formative years in London, has a US passport and considers herself a world citizen. She lives in Los Angeles because that’s where they make movies and she used to work on them. She writes novels because that’s kind of like making a movie in people’s heads and because she just loves books. Bianca has one son, because that’s all she can handle and she tolerates her husband because, well, she loves him and there is no help for that.

After publishing A Thing Of Beauty with Penner Publishing in October of 2015, she spent some time figuring out how to promote a book. She made some friends and sold some books, but mostly wasted a lot of time on social media. Eventually she threw up her hands in despair and went back to her writing desk.

Since then, Bianca has completed…

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