Honey Mavryck

INTERCEPTED TEXTS: POST-LAUNCH EDITION 👀 Hey there, loyal accomplice to my fictional espionage, You know what time it is… yep, I’ve once again broken into Max and Lily’s phones! (They really should change their passwords by now, but apparently “IHateAuthors123” and “MaxIsGrumpy4Ever” aren’t as secure as they thought.) Last time their texts were hilarious, but now that the book is actually out? Their messages have reached new levels of entertaining paranoia. Max is convinced I’m monitoring...

Hey there, romance-starved book devourer, IT. HAS. HAPPENED. After approximately 47 emotional breakdowns, 392 cups of questionable liquid motivation, and one very concerned husband who found me crying into a pint of ice cream at 3 AM mumbling about "hockey terminology," GRUMPFEST IS OFFICIALLY OUT IN THE WORLD! That's right—Max and Lily have escaped the confines of my over-stuffed brain and are now free to terrorize your Kindles and bookshelves. I'm not saying this is more exciting than the...

Hey book sniffer (and hockey lover? hockey convert? step on over to the puck side!) That new paperback smell is in the air, and Max “Don’t Call Me Grumpy” Harrison is ready to steal your heart (while pretending he doesn’t care, obvi). The Tea Is HOT Early reviews are in and… fans self dramatically - “Max is probably the grumpiest character I ever read” (Yeah, that’s kind of his whole brand) - “Their chemistry was so strong, it felt impossible for them not to fall for each other” (I MEAN…) -...

OMG, OMG, OMG! IT'S HAPPENING! Remember Max, our deliciously grumpy hockey player whose smile is more rumor than fact? He's officially hitting e-readers everywhere next Wednesday (May 14th)! ARCs have made their way into the world if you're on my ARC team already (and psst... I have a few more available if you're ready to read and review quickly—just hit reply and we'll get you sorted!). Grumpfest: The Final Countdown What you're getting next week: One (1) seriously hot and grumpy hockey god...

Hey there, romance realist, Ever try explaining to your significant other that, yes, you still love him, but no, he’ll never live up to a tattooed Navy-SEAL-turned-concert-pianist who dirty-talks in iambic pentameter? Mr. Mav didn’t appreciate my PowerPoint—especially the slide titled “The Boyfriend Gap™.” Apparently being able to find the remote in under three minutes isn’t the same as brooding competence under fire. Who knew? But it's fine, because his other leading lady, Emby was ready and...

Hey there, Reader, So, you know how they say writers should research their subjects thoroughly? Well, I fully admit that I often take that advice a tad too seriously. Especially with Grumpfest. My browser history is now 90% hockey terms, 5% "how to remove ice stains from clothing," and 5% "do hockey players really eat that much?" Things I've learned during my deep dive into the world of hockey: "Flow" isn't just what happens when I finally hit my writing stride Chirping has nothing to do with...

Hey there, fellow survivor of the fur-pocalypse, So, I turned 44 this week. Because apparently, juggling nine goldendoodles and a cast of fictional characters wasn't enough of a midlife crisis. At this rate, my hot flashes will be less "the change" and more "spontaneous doodle-induced combustion." Imagine trying to wrangle a hockey team's worth of fictional characters while NINE goldendoodles stage their own playoff game in your office. Welcome to my life, where "write what you know" has...

Hey there, fellow connoisseur of awkward situations, You know that moment when you're typing a particularly steamy scene in a crowded coffee shop, and suddenly you realize you're breathing a little too heavily and the person next to you is giving you side-eye? Yeah, that was me recently. There I was, innocently working on a scene where Max finally decides to show Lily exactly what "edge work" means (spoiler: it's not about skating), when I noticed the person next to me had shifted her chair...

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...