Author Archives: Britney King

Your Pitch.

Hydrogenated and androgynous milky white love is all I have to offer you. Would you like me to pour it in your coffee, or directly into your soul?” ― Jarod Kintz, The Days of Yay are Here! Wake Me Up When They’re Over.

I wrote the bad poetry you’ll find below in my head last night around 2AM—somewhere between a dream and actual sleep.

I’m not sure why… it could’ve been the decongestant mixed with the 3 PM coffee (never a good idea) or it could’ve been pure excitement and a full heart over a release day gone well.

In any case, thank you to all of you who made yesterday so special.

I offer you my latest bad poetry.

Raw and unedited, just the way I like it.

Hope you do too. 😉

Your Pitch.

Like a musical note,

the love you offer floats in the air between us—

nothing more,

and nothing less,

than a bittersweet lyric waiting to be spoken.

Only this time instead of reaching for it,

I watch as it drifts by.

For it’s the same old song—

just a different tune.

I’ve heard this one before.

It’s nothing new.

P.S. This has been on repeat around here. To me, it doesn’t get much better. :)


“As if you were on fire from within.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” ― Pablo Neruda

I’ve started my next book, which I’ll tell you all about soon enough…

In the meantime, Around The Bend releases tomorrow— and the early reviews look promising. ;)

Early on in the writing process of a new novel I sometimes start with poetry, and really bad poetry at that.

I find that it helps me get into the character’s head, little by little, as their voice becomes clearer.

It also, occasionally, helps me hear my own.

Raw, unedited…here’s the latest. ;)


My head presses against your chest,

and suddenly all is right in my world.

I come alive in the warmth of you,

your touch burns my skin.

The sound of your heartbeat,

makes it hard to breathe.

I would stay like this forever if I could,

knowing it might kill me.

But there’s no need.

For a minute in your arms,

is as good as eternity.

Until—only it isn’t.

And I let myself die a little more.

Just so I can live again.

Years passed.

“She knew that this day, this feeling, couldn’t last forever. Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too.

The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.” ― Lauren Oliver, Panic

A poem for my first friend.

Your number is still in my phone.

Though I no longer call…

I do, however, sometimes stare at old texts.

And think about how I might reply differently.

If only, there were answers.

If only—I’d known.


Thirty-two, tomorrow. Time flies.

Just Because…

“Just because it’s Christmas—and at Christmas you tell the truth.” Love Actually

That quote actually has almost nothing to do with what I’m writing about today…but, it’s from one of my favorite holiday movies…

Anyhow, just because…NO book launch with my name attached to it would be complete without a not so minor freak out, resulting in major last minute changes—because one just knows what one wants— and has to have it… I present to you the new, updated Around The Bend cover.

A big thank you—especially to Lisa—for your hard work and for putting up with my incessantness—and to everyone who is working tirelessly to make the changes happen before release day.

Also, to those of you who have asked this is why the print version is not up for pre-order, my apologies.



The Art To Life’s Distractions.

“This must be what an addict feels like, I think, trying to fight the pull of one last, quick read. My fingers itch toward the binding, and finally, with a sigh of regret, I just grab the book and open it, hungrily reading the story.” ― Jodi PicoultBetween the Lines


For the upcoming tour the bloggers want me to write a guest post on the inspiration behind Around The Bend… and, to tell you the truth, I’m really not sure where to start. Because… if one were to look around… well, where is the inspiration not. :)

Anyhow, I’m hoping this might suffice. :)

In a nutshell… I guess, Around The Bend, is about the plethora of brilliant, and not so, brilliant ways we find to distract ourselves from life.

In addition, below are a few excerpts from the book as well as preorder links…


Myles didn’t wait for a response. He simply grinned, grabbed her arm just above the elbow, and led her out of the bar, and back to his room. Pain was a given, she’d just realized. And sometimes, you just needed to give into it—no matter what form it showed up in.



She smiled to herself. It hurt like hell, both her leg and the situation. But there was something other than the pain this time. She wouldn’t exactly say it was hope, but perhaps the longing for something more. What a ride this life is, she considered. And to think she hadn’t even taken her pills yet.


On the other hand, he had an addict on his hands, and while a part of him knew he couldn’t keep doing this, he couldn’t just walk out either. Things had to change, and the way it looked from where he stood, both of them were about to find out just how much they could take. He could do this, he assured himself. Part of loving someone was giving them what they need.



Jessica watched him go as she dug her toes further into the wet sand and squeezed them, watching as the muddy water poured over her feet and enveloped them. She let him get a ways ahead before she allowed herself to smile—just a little. All along she’d let him think he was breaking her, but maybe, just maybe, they’d actually been breaking each other.




P.S. On things I use to “distract” myself from life: Hoizer would definitely be one of them. ;) I can’t get enough, I love what he says here—and if anything sums up what ATB is about, then, this song is pretty much it. :)


Around The Bend Pre-order Links


Amazon → 

B&N →

Smashwords →

Kobo →

iBooks →

Goodreads TBR →:

And… for a sneak peak the first 15% is available now via the SW link above.

Some Days You Win. And Some Days You Don’t…

“If you expect to succeed as a writer, rudeness should be the second-to-least of your concerns. The least of all should be polite society and what it expects. If you intend to write as truthfully as you can, your days as a member of polite society are numbered, anyway.”― Stephen King, On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft

Around The Bend releases two weeks from today—but I’m not going to write much about that now (except to say that pre-order info will be up soon:) as it seems the latest teaser has already offended a tiny percentage of my mailing list this morning. And they weren’t shy in letting me know about it either. :)

Talk about the necessity of knowing your audience. ;)

Geez. :-/

Anyway, on that note, when one isn’t exactly winning at life…one can at least write bad poetry about it: :)

This is why I write.

Because it never ceases to amaze me what offends people—and what doesn’t.
First, it usually pisses me off.
And, then, it fascinates me…
This is why I write.

P.S. James Bay makes everything all better. ATB was in large part written to this song. And IT is not offensive at all, I’m pretty sure.

Hard things.

“I don’t know how to do this, but something inside me does” —Paul Williams

That is perhaps my most favorite quote as of late…

Final edits and a book launch coming up here, so life is a tad bit upside down—but I wanted to pop in and share this… just because I love the message so much.

Today, at an AWN event I met so many people who are up to (very) big things, so much so that I want to tell you all about them—simply because they really are life changing… but for now I’ll just say that I couldn’t feel more lucky to have surrounded myself with the community I have.

Oh and here’s to doing hard things, being ok with not knowing how they’re going to turn out, and seeing the beauty in that…


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