Honey Mavryck

Hey there, gorgeous human who likes my emails. (I hope.) You know that moment when you're deep in writing a steamy scene between a grumpy hockey god and a sunny PR maven, and suddenly your brain says, "But what about a SWEET small-town romance with precisely ZERO spice"? No? Just me having a creative identity crisis? Fantastic. So here I am, typing with one hand while my other is firmly planted on my hip in a "who even am I anymore?" pose that my dogs find deeply concerning. They've been...

Hey there, fellow romance stalker, You know how sometimes you're just minding your own business when suddenly your characters' phones mysteriously unlock and their text threads somehow end up on your screen? No? Just me? Well, regardless of how I obtained this information (don't ask, don't tell), I've come across something I simply MUST share with you. That's right - I've intercepted Max and Lily's private text messages, and let's just say... things get interesting. I'm probably breaking all...

Hey there, lovely reader. Before we dive into my usual shenanigans, I've got a question for you: What's a meet-cute you'd LOVE to see that hasn't been done to death? Hit reply and let me know – I'm collecting ideas for future novels (and possibly to spice up my own life, who knows?). Now, let's address the elephant in the room – or in this case, the two-day-late newsletter in your inbox. 🫣 Remember how people say "the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry"? No? Just me? Well,...

Hey there, fabulous human! So, today took an unexpected turn. There I was, trying to be a good lil author—prepping this very newsletter in fact, whilst innocently working on my Kickstarter and Grumpfest—when suddenly... Well, let's just say one of my doods dropped some NOXIOUS bombs in my office. The full, aromatic tale (complete with my descent into amateur dog detective work) is over on Insta if you'd like a giggle. With pictures. Spoiler alert: I still haven't identified the culprit, but I...

Hey there, fellow victim of fictional people who won't stop taking over your life, So... I fully intended to send this email to you at a reasonable hour. Really, I did. But then Mister Mav went and cooked a dinner that has me feeling like tubby, human-shaped dumpling, and now the doods are staging what can only be described as a potty break insurrection. Their tactics include whining at a pitch only dogs and desperate authors can hear, dramatic sighs that would put my teen to shame, and...

Hey there, fellow survivor of formal family events (no? just me?), I'm back from Wedding Chaos 2025, and I have THOUGHTS. First, the most important update: My son is married! 🎉 The ceremony was beautiful, the bride was radiant, and somehow I managed not to ugly-cry through the entire thing (just 85% of it). Between navigating relational landmines, dodging awkward conversations, and trying not to trip in my fancy shoes, it was equal parts wonderful, emotional, hard, and bittersweet. But seeing...

Hey there, person privvy to my interview regrets. So... funny story about why I'm sweating through my keyboard right now. I may have thought interviewing Max and Lily would be a great idea. You know, "professional author doing professional things" and all that jazz. NARRATOR: It was not professional. Well. It definitely went a little sideways. But I'll let you be the judge. Interview of Max and Lily from Grumpfest Me: Let's start with something simple. How would you describe working together?...

Hey there, fellow questionable decision maker, You know that moment when you're writing a grumpy hero, and you can practically HEAR him judging your life choices? Yeah, so... I may have panic-ordered satin plum pants at 3 AM. For my son's wedding. In two weeks. Exhibit A: Satin Plum Pants. Deceived I tell ya! insert disapproving glare from Max here Speaking of that judgmental hunk of fictional perfection, want a peek at what he's been up to in GRUMPFEST? He's been a little naughty. 😎 Start...

Hey there, supporter of my "research" habits, So... funny story about why this email didn't go out on schedule. I may have fallen down a rabbit hole researching hockey players. And by "may have," I mean my TikTok history has officially reported me to the mods. Here's something I found that totally bolsters my working thesis of hockey players as primo book boyfriends. 🤫 Rumor has it... You're welcome. 😏 Anyhoo, after countless hours of ahem rigorous study (and possibly setting a record for...

Hey there, book-hoarder! Ever have one of those moments that just fills your heart right up to the tippy-top? Last night, I had dinner with my oldest (who's getting hitched in a month!) at Bonefish, and OMG. 🥹 There we were, dunking that heavenly bread in olive oil, ordering ALL the seafood and pasta (because choosing is hard), and just... healing. Making peace. Having actual conversations that didn't feel like walking on eggshells. My mascara wasn't waterproof (rookie mistake), but who cares...