The Gadoury Dreamer

4 Reasons Why You Should Read Allerleirauh On August 22nd, Parliament House Press will release it’s first novel – “Allerleirauh.” It’s a fanciful and powerful retelling of a classic fairy tale. A king makes a promise to his dying wife that he'll only remarry a woman who possesses her golden hair. In time, the king's eyes are turned by his daughter. Realizing her father’s intentions, Princess Aurelia tries to trick him by requesting impossible gifts: dresses created by the sun, moon and stars, and a coat made of a thousand furs. But when he is successful, Aurelia sacrifices her privileged life and flees her kingdom, disguised by the cloak and a new name, Allerleirauh. She enters the safe haven of Saarland der Licht, where the handsome and gentle Prince Klaus takes her under his care. Hoping not to be discovered by her father’s courtiers, Allerleirauh tries to remain hidden under her new identity when she finds unexpected love with Prince Klaus, even though his arranged mar...

Hey There! It's been forever and a day since I've written anything on this blog, and it's honestly such a huge shame - being that I love to write when I have a topic! But I do have something really exciting to share (actually, quite a few things.) First, I have two book covers for two novels that'll be coming out this summer. While I don't have a definite date yet for my first contemporary novel "The Songs in Our Hearts," - I do have a beautiful cover to show you! And then, my pride and joy - "Allerleirauh" will be coming out on August 22nd 2017. This novel has been on a journey and seriously, I've . . . cherished the experience. While "The Songs in Our Hearts" is a super personal story for me, "Allerleirauh" has been something I've been working on for so long. (And when I say "so long" - I mean YEARS.) So first, let's show these babies off! Gorgeous, right? I'm super excited. I don't ...

Welcome to Another "Writing Wednesdays"  Today I thought I'd share a few poems with all of you! _______________________________________________ Radishes I cut my long hair with my mother’s dull scissors. The rusty brown flecks of metal and iron, fall with my golden locks, straight and split ends, over my shoulders, clogging the sink drain. You called me beautiful in the moonlight glow— shining through my blue taffeta curtains. This was the last time you called me by name; the last time you used my hair to climb to me. We took the elevator—instead of the stairs, the pulsing lights for each floor, blinking into our eyes as we push anything to go down, down… We escaped with the plan to go to your house, across the field of lakes and green grass, where we shared a kiss and the promise of sunrise to the north. I would never be alone again. I could walk in the grass barefoot. The rain on the windshield ...