Honey Mavryck

Hey there, fellow survivor of teenagers doing teenager things, So last night was homecoming. My youngest looked ridiculously handsome. Got a girl’s number. Had the best time. Declared it way better than last year. I was thriving. Then he asked to go to two parties. Both in the next town over. Unsupervised. At 16. Sir. Absolutely not. We did not raise you in this economy to get dropped off unsupervised in another zip code at night. He negotiated. We compromised. We agreed to take him to a...

Hey there, fellow survivor of things nobody warned you about, For the past two weeks, my house has been a hormonal warzone. Ten dogs. Multiple in heat. Simultaneously. I won't go into the full details because this is a romance newsletter and not a nature documentary, but I will tell you that the whining alone has been enough to make me question every life choice that led to this moment. Mr. Mav has been walking around with the expression of a man who deeply respects animals and is currently...

Hey there, fellow person who has ever done something terrifying and immediately felt better about it, Real quick story before we get into it. I've been door dashing lately. It's been a season — the kind where you do what you have to do and you keep going. I'm not going to unpack all of it. But last week, in the middle of a genuinely hard stretch, a complete stranger tipped me forty dollars. Forty. I sat in my car for a second and just felt it. Someone who didn't know me, didn't have to do...

Hey there, fellow person who has never once regretted a free book! Today only. One day. Free romance books. That's it. That's the pitch. I refuse to oversell it because it sells itself and also I have a word count to hit — a certain silent, brooding goalie is waiting for his story to be told, and goalies are nothing if not patient. It's starting to feel like a personal challenge. The Romance Book Lovers blast is live right now — one day, curated free romance ebooks, gone at midnight. And I...

Hey there, fellow survivor of things that were not on the schedule, Last week my house was a disaster zone. I had a stomach bug. Then the dogs had a stomach bug. Then I was googling "can humans give dogs stomach bugs" at 2am while cleaning up something I refuse to describe in detail, and the answer is apparently yes, possibly, maybe, nobody is sure, here's how to worm ten dogs just to be safe. So that's what I did. All ten of them. You're welcome, Moo. You're welcome, Wookiee. You're welcome,...

Hey there, fellow person who has ever done something terrifying and immediately wondered if they should undo it, IT'S UPLOADED. Hotshot. Puck & Play Book 2. Jack Henderson and Skylar Noir's entire complicated, history-laden, professionally catastrophic love story. Uploaded. Done. Out of my hands. Going live July 3rd. I submitted it with six minutes to spare and then sat very still at my desk for a while staring at nothing like a person whose soul briefly left their body. Mr. Mav came in, saw...

Hey there, fellow sufferer of June in Florida, It is hot. I know. Groundbreaking observation. But I need you to understand that I stepped outside yesterday for approximately forty-five seconds and came back a different person. A sweatier, more humbled person who has made peace with never leaving the house again between May and October. Mr. Mav, who grew up here and has apparently evolved past having normal human temperature responses, looked at me dripping in the doorway and said "it's really...

Hey there, fellow victim of time moving entirely too fast, My oldest son turns 27 this month. Twenty. Seven. I have done the math multiple times and it remains incorrect. I am not old enough to have a 27 year old. I mean. Technically. Barely. We don't need to discuss the specifics. Mr. Mav started to say something and I gave him a look. He reconsidered. Smart man. ANYWAY. New month. New book. Let's talk about something fun before I spiral further into the existential void of having adult...

Hey there, fellow sufferer of fictional feelings I did not ask for, So I've been writing Jack Henderson trying to charm Skylar Noir. Which means I've been muttering failed pickup lines out loud at my desk for three days straight. Different angles. Different deliveries. Trying to find the exact version that lands absolutely nowhere because she is immune and he is losing his mind about it. Mr. Mav walked past the office, stopped, backed up. "Are you... practicing flirting?" "It's for a...

Hey there, you beautiful reader, Me: "There are a thousand free romance books going out today." Mr. Mav: "That seems like a lot of books." Me: "It's a thousand of them, yes." Mr. Mav: "Where do you put a thousand books?" Me: "On a kindle." Mr. Mav: ... Me: ... Mr. Mav: "Does it know it has a thousand books?" Reader. I love him. No, the kindle does not know. The kindle is, in fact, blissfully unaware of what's about to happen to it today. Yours, however, should brace itself. 🐝 TLDR: 📚 Romance...