Monday, January 9, 2017

Goodbye and Hello

Hello 2017. Goodbye 2016. (Can I get an amen?) I’m glad it’s over. Catch you later 2016. Adios.

You might have noticed (or maybe not because you have a life and - really – who cares what I do) but I’ve been kind of AWOL for a while. Well, most of 2016. I’m here to tell you why.

(First let me say, I usually don’t spill my guts on social media. It’s just not me. But since this is my website and damn it, I'll do what I want, I'm going to spill.)

It really started in 2015. I was writing around the clock. Seven days a week. Sometimes 15 hours a day. You might wonder if that was the case, why I wasn’t putting out book after book. The truth is, I’m just a slow writer. There I said it. I’m sloooow. I want every detail to be perfect, to be the things that readers feel, live, experience along with my characters. Maybe that's a bad thing. I don't know. And by the way, I'm not saying that authors who manage to put out book after book don’t put out great books. It's just how I do things. And that’s okay. I do what works best for me.

But back to 2015…all those long hours in front of a computer were starting to take its toll on me. I started suffering from insomnia, migraines, neck problems, backaches, my doctor said I had carpel tunnel. Not fun. But I wrote Promise Me Forever at a whirlwind speed and published it right after Christmas 2015. Some said it was my best book to date and I was elated about that. But after it was published, I hit a wall. Smacked right into that sucker. I spent the release week sick and weeks after the release sick. One illness after another. Not such a great way to spend Christmas or start the new year of 2016. Nope. So for the first time in three years, I told myself it was time t0 take a break.

But that bothered me, this break thing. Who did that? I was writing and people were loving my stuff. They were asking for more! I had hit all the big lists and was successful at my dream. I was crazy for taking a break! But I needed it. Big time.

So I spent time with my kids. I read, oh my gosh, how I read. I gobbled up books faster than my Kindle could download them. For years, I had focused on my own writing but I missed that quiet time between the pages of someone else’s books. I yearned for it with all my heart and gave into what I needed.

I’m also a big crafter; something most people don’t know about me. I love to sew and cross stitch and find things on Pinterest I’ll never be able to copy perfectly. So I returned to that, picking up stuff that was stuffed back in my closet. There is just something about working with your hands that calms the soul. At least, it does for me.

I enjoyed life again and didn't freak out if I didn't get my word count in for the day. What once was an enjoyment became a job. I had to write faster and faster and faster. I was giving myself headaches stressing so much then.

The break was supposed to be for two months but things just kept on happening. My daughter was sick again and again. Pneumonia, not once but twice. Partly collapsed lungs. I lived at the doctor with her. Then I lost my grandmother. She was my best friend, my biggest cheerleader. The woman meant everything to me. That was hard. Still is. My husband ended up in ICU with pulmonary embolisms. Something that happened out of the blue. It’s a miracle he’s alive today. And other things happened. Things that were hard to deal with and made me really look at things. I had to learn the hard way that sometimes people can just be mean and terrible and I had to take a deep breath and move on.

2016 just seemed like it was shaping up to be the year of terribles. Between sicknesses and losing someone close to me and the physical problems along with some other things, I just needed to refocus and take a step back. I did write. I promise. I’m too much of a pushover to just ignore the characters that live in my head. I started a story on Wattpad just out of the blue. I knew about the site and had been pushed by a few industry people to write on it. So My Dirty Little Secret was born.

Now we’re in 2017 and I’m ready to start fresh. Books are coming. More writing will be done. In the past, I only posted book-related stuff here on my website but I thought what the hell. I’m going to change things up. Get more personal because why not? If people don’t like it, they can move on (but I hope you like it and stay).

Maybe you’re asking why any of this matters. Why I decided to let you know what’s been up with me. I mean, I’m not that important. I’m just a girl who writes some books. But I wanted to tell you, a) so you know I didn’t fall off the planet and that yes, I’m still writing, but more importantly, b) that we all need a break sometimes and it’s okay. It really is. Life doesn't end if you don't check in once a day on Facebook or Instagram. They will still be there, I promise. So just take a breath. Find some quiet time. When life gets too demanding or anxious or just too much to handle and our bodies say enough is enough, return to the basics. Read a good book. Spend time with close family. Find some quiet. Remember what’s important. Just be. If I can do it, so can you.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

20 Years Ago...

Twenty years ago today, my husband and I married. I was just a girl fresh out of college. He was just a guy with clear blue eyes and a crooked grin that I met at a smoky bar. We married at a place near where we met, where the West begin and cowboys still roamed the streets.

I had seen him for months, leaning against a wall, his cowboy hat pulled low. Thursday nights were college nights and my friends and I were always there. We danced. We laughed. We had a good time and I eyed the cowboy in the corner again and again.

One night, he asked me to dance. I was nervous. He was quiet. We danced then he thanked me and walked away.

Later that night, the bar was emptying and I was talking to a friend in the parking lot. The silent cowboy pulled up beside us and leaned out the window. Pushing his cowboy hat back, he looked at me and grinned that lopsided, causing-my-heart-to-pound grin and asked me for my phone number.

For two weeks, we talked on the phone. He asked every time if I would go out with him but I said no. I had sworn off dating. I had been hurt and disappointed. I was tired of it all. But he wore me down. Finally, I agreed to go.

Six months later, he got down on one knee in the same exactly place we met. Eight months later, we were married, just two young kids with not a penny to our name.

It was hard at first. I worked and supported us while he went to school. But we stuck together through thick and thin.

We had two children. We’ve traveled around the U.S. and world. He hunted down Starbucks for me in places like London and Dublin. I hiked behind him in the Grand Canyon.

He’s my manager, my account, my cheerleader in this book world. He supported me without question and believed in me when no one else would. He’s talked me off the edge of despair when I’ve felt down and been there to bring me back to earth when I got over my head. Without him, I don’t know where I would be. He’s my best friend. The guy who has been by my side and stuck with me through it all. A great father. An awesome man. He was my inspiration for Cash (Promise Me Once, Promise Me Forever) and my sounding board for many more.

I love you, John. That night you asked me to dance was our beginning. But each day with you since then has been our romance.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Sweet Destruction audiobook!

I'm excited to announce the release of the Sweet Destruction audiobook! You can now relive or be introduced for the first time to Sam and Walker - two people sworn to hate each other but unable to resist the pull of love. 

Thanks to the amazing narrator, Olivia Hunter, their story is brought to life for the first time ever. Available on Amazon & iTunes today! (Prices set by seller.)

Tuesday, May 17, 2016


International readers,

It is with a heavy heart that I tell you that I will not be able to attend the RARE Author Event in Scotland this year. My daughter has had numerous health problems this past year. She's had pneumonia, strep, ear infections, and severe asthma attacks again and again. The lower portions of both of her lungs have partially collapsed twice in less then six months. In order to keep her healthy and keep a close eye on her, the doctors have recommended that we stay in the states this year. That means no international travel for me. Someone suggested that I travel alone, without my family. If you are a mother and like me, then you know where you want to be if one of your children is sick - by their side. I would hate to be a fourteen-hour plane ride away if she were to get sick again. So, after much debate with myself, I decided to not attend the 2016 Scotland signing as much as it pained me not to go. I love Scotland so much and have missed it since I was there last time. I met such wonderful readers and was looking forward to seeing them again. But family comes first, especially my children.

Please feel free to email me if you have any more questions!

Monday, March 14, 2016

Promise Me Darkness giveaway

Now through April 15th, enter to win one of five signed paperbacks of Promise Me Darkness on Goodreads. Good luck!

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Promise Me Darkness by Paige Weaver

Promise Me Darkness

by Paige Weaver

Giveaway ends April 15, 2016.
See the giveaway details at Goodreads.
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Monday, February 8, 2016

Promise Me Forever paperbacks are here!

Signed, personalized Promise Me Forever paperbacks are now available. Please visit the Buy Books page here on my website. There you can find a link to purchase all of the books, including Cat and Cash's epic, nonstop adventure home.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

Promise Me Forever is here!

I'm so excited to announce that Promise Me Forever is here!

In the weak, there is strength. In despair, there is hope.

My world was dark. Survival was tough.
But the end of the world saved me. It taught me to love. To go on living. In its darkness, I found myself. In its bleakness, I found hope. I wasn't the girl I used to be.
I was stronger.
I was with the man I loved. The cowboy with a quiet presence who took what he wanted, including me. He showed me love and gave me strength. He touched me and I was never the same. I didn't want to love him but I couldn't resist. I was his.
But the world was trying to tear us apart.
Love may save us or it may be our destruction. We may die for it or sacrifice everything to keep it. The choice will not be simple.
Live or die.
Love or lose.
I was about to find out which one...

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(Due to the holidays, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo will be delayed. I will update when available.)