Merry Christmas! Again…


It appears that I’m slacking so much at blogging, I’m just making it a Christmas thing. Christmas things aren’t all bad. I’m not making you sit through a kindergarten choir performance (though, if you’ve got a loved one in there, they’re pretty magical. Otherwise, not so much.) or a lecture on how the holiday began (again, if that’s your thing, good on you!). I’m just here to wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Yule, Festive Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah, or any of the other myriad of holidays that happen this time of year.

To anyone who is curious, I’ll be celebrating Christmas with my family. We have had some great news for my father on his health after worrying for a very long time, so that will be a high note this year. My father in law is improving some, however slowly, so we will also be celebrating that as well. But, as with last year, we have lost some people very near and dear to our hearts. I know their family and friends will be gathered together, hugging, crying, and wishing for one more holiday where their chair at the table isn’t empty. As I did last year, I encourage you to hug those you love as soon as possible. Right now would be ideal! Don’t wait until the timing is better, or you’re alone, or whatever. Just tackle them in a big ole bear hug (and make sure someone is filming it so I can see, too!) and tell them you love them. No one is promised a tomorrow and today is a gift, so make the most of it.

To each and every person reading this, thank you for being a part of my life. I love you.

You Never Know

I know this time of year is hard for a lot of people for many different reasons. Heck, this whole year has been a roller coaster. But, I’d like to take a moment to reiterate what you’ve probably heard countless times. Hug those you love today and let them know how you feel. Don’t wait until tomorrow. Don’t even put it off until tonight. Do it now.

I held a friend’s hand while she cried through her father’s favorite song. I hugged another friend while she sobbed through a hymn that was played at her mother’s funeral. I comforted yet another friend at her mother’s visitation and again at the graveside. My sister and I sat in my car just a week ago, hugging one another and crying, while we prayed for our mother’s healing. She is improving, if you are wondering!

All this year. I could go on, but that’s not the point of this post.

No one is ever prepared, but this has been a real eye-opening year. I urge you to look around and count those blessings, even if they’re hiding behind grief, anger, sadness, or regret.

So, that being said, I wish you a season full of wonderful memories (and making lots of new ones), hugs from all of your loved ones (virtual hugs count), and so much love, it can’t fit all in one house. Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and joyous greetings for all of the holidays celebrated this time of year! (((((Consider yourself hugged)))))

When Art Imitates Life

guy in a box

Or, in my case, life imitates art. If you’re a writer (or really anything you love doing), you’ve probably gotten tons of advice. You’ve maybe even had people insist that their way is the ONLY way to finish a novel. You might’ve even run into a few people who don’t believe you’re a real writer because you don’t do it exactly like the professionals say to do it (or write the genre they prefer, which is a whole ‘nother post!). I’ve met at least a dozen of each. Well, guess what? I’ve finished writing a few books all on my own, thank you very much.

So, what’s my point of this post, you ask? Find your own groove! I’ve recently started working out (yes, again), and it dawned on me. I need to make my workout schedule, and what I do during that time, fit into my life much like I did my writing. If you google workouts, you’ll find tons of advice on when to optimize your exercise. Well, guess what? If you try to force it when they say and how they say and it doesn’t fit, you’ll end up hating it and quitting. Or feeling like that guy in the picture. Which is pretty much where I had ended up with my writing career right before I got the email from Gemma. Yeah, she pulled me out of a tailspin. I was trying to cram everyone’s advice into a nice tidy schedule. That just didn’t work for my life. And I was ready to throw in the towel. It makes me sad to look back on this and think of the amazing opportunities I almost tossed away. So, if you’re reading this, take my advice. Don’t listen to other people’s advice if it doesn’t fit your life! Yeah, I know that’s kind of a conundrum there.

FIND YOUR OWN GROOVE IN LIFE! Whatever you are doing in your life, if you love it, make it fit. Find a way that works for you and embrace it the best way you know how.

Ode to Super Hubby

As I’ve gotten older, I’m becoming less and less a person who likes to do things just because it’s socially mandated or acceptable. Like this post, I probably should have waited until Saturday, you know, for Valentine’s Day with all of it’s heart throbbing, chocolate hoarding, flower buying goodness.

That’s not how Super Hubby and I roll. I love this man more than mere words can express. He picks up where I leave off, keeps me from floating away, and forces me to be a better person on a daily basis. I can compare it to a Summer’s day, or sing a song… Nah. I’ll spare everyone that pain. I’ll let Hunter Hayes tell it like it is. I’ve always wanted ‘crazy’. And that’s exactly what we have. Take it away Hunter!

Eban cover

Eban (The Heckmasters, Book 2)

Author: Allison Merritt

ISBN13: 978-1-61922-634-0

Length: 70k

Release date: April 7, 2015

If love can’t save them, there will be hell to pay.

Grateful for his mother’s human blood that cools the dark fire of his demon father, Eban Heckmaster has set up a medical practice in New Mexico territory. But there’s no hope of living a normal life until he rids himself of a seductive demon that’s been pursuing him.

Vanquishing it won’t be as simple as sharpening his demon-hunting sword. The clever creature is hiding inside his best friend’s head, and she has no idea of the havoc she’s been wreaking, especially with his body.

Beryl suspects Eban knows why she’s been waking up with no memory of where she’s been or what she’s done, but he’s not talking. But when she inevitably learns what he’s hiding—or rather, what’s hiding inside her—she wonders if her love for him is real, or an illusion created by the demon’s lust.

Eban is losing the battle to hold his rising desire in check. There may be only one way to extricate Beryl from the beast entangling her mind. Call upon his demon blood…and offer it as a sacrifice.

Warning: Contains a half-human, half-demon doctor who can heal anyone except himself, and a woman who’d blush if she could remember the sensuous torture she’s been inflicting on him. Could make you wonder if you should start listening to the voices in your head…

About the Author:

A love of reading inspired Allison Merritt to pursue her dream of becoming an author who writes historical, paranormal and fantasy romances, often combining the sub-genres. She lives in a small town in the Ozark Mountains with her husband and dogs. When she’s not writing or reading, she hikes in national parks and conservation areas.

Allison graduated from College of the Ozarks in Point Lookout, Missouri with a B.A. in mass communications that’s gathering dust after it was determined that she’s better at writing fluff than hard news.

Social media links:

Blog – http://havenovelwilledit.blogspot.com

Facebook – http://facebook.com/allisonmwrites

Twitter – http://twitter.com/allison_merrit

G+ – http://gplus.to/allisonmerritt

Goodreads – http://goodreads.com/AllisonMWrites

Pinterest – http://www.pinterest.com/allisonmwrites/

Read the first book in the series: Wystan (The Heckmasters)

Buy links:

Samhain – http://store.samhainpublishing.com/wystan-p-73651.html

Amazon – http://amzn.com/B00L501TJK

B&N – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/wystan-allison-merritt/1119847207?ean=9781619222892

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Seven Minutes in Hell


So, I downloaded the Seven Minute Workout Challenge app months ago. I’ve hemmed and hawed over deleting this thing many, many times to free up valuable space on my phone…for pictures. Don’t judge. For some reason, I’ve always told myself I’d use it one day, all the while giggling to myself and contemplating a cookie.

Well, dear friends and readers, today was that day. I popped out of bed, stared that app straight in the eyes and opened the bad boy. I’d already watched the tutorial several times while eating Cheetos, so I was prepared. Yeah.

**Seven minutes? Pshaw, anyone can do that!

Wrong. There’s at least one person who can’t. Me. Well, not yet anyway. Challenge accepted, Seven Minute Workout! Just as soon as I’m able to walk farther than the bathroom unassisted. (Which leads me right into the next point.)

**I don’t need to stretch for this.

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Always stretch. Everyone should stretch. I need to stretch before bringing groceries in from the car. (I’m an all-at-once kind of gal. Get those arm muscles nice and loose to pack all of those bags.) I did, however, discover that there really is muscle under my flabby, pitted thighs. Very sore, very tight muscle, but silver lining, right?

**I don’t need to wear a sports bra for such a short workout.

Oh Em Gee. WRONG. Please make sure everything is secure before starting up that app. You don’t want a child or pet losing an eye from a projectile nipple or bruising from a stray breast slap. Better safe than sorry, kids.

Over all, I’m looking forward to using this app in the future, believe it or not. There’s a lot of power packed into these seven minutes. I just need to be more prepared. I’m sure there are seasoned exercise veterans out there who would scoff at the ease. This app isn’t for you. This app is for doughy, couch-potato people who need to get their butt in gear. Like me. Stay tuned…



I’m truly struggling to find the words. Words of thanks, humble gratitude… I’m at a loss. The smart ass in me that usually takes over when I’m overwhelmed with emotion wants to break out in a Sally Fields impression. So, knowing that, forgive me as I merely say thank you to everyone who had a hand in this. To all who have helped me through my writing career thus far. To our faithful fans and readers. But especially, a huge thank you to RomCon and their judges.