I was intrigued by the idea of sharing a day in my life. Like most authors, I work a day job which means I wake up way too freaking early at five a.m. in the morning. I suck down coffee until I can form coherent thoughts. Then I feed my three furry beasts and eat breakfast while posting to social media.

About forty-five minutes later, my husband and I leash up Tyson, Molly, and Pete to go for their morning walk. Once the walk is over I suck down another cup of coffee and do whatever it takes to make myself presentable to the outside world which normally consists of showering, fixing hair, and a minimal amount of makeup so I won’t frighten the small children that I work with.

Then it’s a thirty-minute drive to a school where I do speech language therapy with preschoolers. This mainly consists of me saying use your SSS sound. It’s SSSSSStar, not tar. And at least once a day, I say, “Use a Kleenex, not your sleeve. “ This is often followed by the timeless classic, “Don’t eat that. It’s gross.”

When three o’clock rolls around, I climb into my car, drive home, and make a cup of coffee. (At this point you might have noticed a theme.) After coffee, and food, and time spent rubbing puppy tummies, I grab my laptop and make up stories about a girl who discovers she’s a shape-shifting dragon when flames shoot out of her mouth for the first time. Other times I write about an honor student who blackmails the school hottie into being her boyfriend.

At about eight o’clock, my husband will call out, “I used to have a wife, and then she started writing.” That’s my cue that it’s time to spend time with him. At nine we leash up the beasts for their nightly walk. Around ten-thirty I go to sleep and dream about dragons. Then I wake up the next morning and do it all over again.


About Trial by Fire

Trial by Fire (Going Down in Flames #3)
by Chris Cannon
Entangled: Teen
Publication Date: April 4th 2016
Genre: YA Paranormal/Urban Fantasy



Bryn’s hopes for a peaceful new semester at school go up in smoke when someone tries to kill her—again. She’s not sure which is scarier, facing the radicals who want to sacrifice her for their cause, or her impending nightmare-of-a-Directorate-arranged marriage to her nemesis, Jaxon.

The one bright spot in her life is Valmont, her smoking-hot knight who is assigned to watch over her twenty-four hours a day. Is what she feels for him real, or just a side effect of the dragon-knight bond? At this point, stopping the impending civil war might be easier than figuring out her love life.

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Sunday, Bryn was happy to find herself at Suzette’s without Jaxon, watching Lillith and the other Blue women ooh and ahh over baby clothes. It made the normally cold and standoffish Blues seem far more human and likable.

And the pie was awesome. Bryn dug into her third piece of cherry pie, while her grandmother handed another gift to Lillith. It seemed her grandmother and Lillith had become friends, which was nice and terrifying at the same time. Nice because Lillith seemed like she needed friends, and terrifying because it implied to all present that they were working at cementing an alliance between the two families, aka the nightmare marriage between her and Jaxon.

Valmont stood on guard off to the side, with a polite smile plastered on his face.

“Isn’t this adorable?” Lillith held out a tiny tuxedo.

A tuxedo for a baby? Seriously? There was even a tiny bow tie. Poor kid. If Clint thought penguin suits were uncomfortable now, what would they be like for a baby?

Bryn leaned over and spoke to the woman next to her. “Can you really get a baby to wear one of those?”

“Of course.” She seemed shocked by the question.

No wonder Jaxon and his friends acted so stiff and formal. It had been drummed into them since birth.

Lillith unwrapped Bryn’s present next.

“Oh, Bryn, I love it.” She held out the silver rattle with Westgate engraved down the side so everyone could see.

Warmth bloomed in Bryn’s chest, somewhat filling the gaping hole left by her parents death. If she had to marry Jaxon, at least she’d gain Lillith as a mother-in-law. Oh, holy hell, are there drugs in the cherry pie? How’d I think that without flinching?

She smiled at Lillith. “I’m glad you like it.”

“You know, if things turn out like we expect, you could receive one of these one day.” Lillith beamed.

Bryn opened her mouth to object, vehemently and with great gusto and many obscenities, at the idea of giving birth to Jaxon’s children. It was bad enough she’d thought about marrying him, but having his kids deserved a whole other level of freaking out. Then she realized every woman in the room was staring at her. She swallowed her, over-my-dead-body response, and said, “It is a possibility.”

Her grandmother nodded, but Bryn didn’t know whether it was a response to how Bryn had handled the situation or if she was nodding in agreement. She ate two more pieces of pie to quell the instinct to run screaming from the room.


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About the Author

Chris Cannon lives in Southern Illinois with her husband and her three dogs, Pete the shih tzu who sleeps on her desk while she writes, Molly the ever-shedding yellow lab, and Tyson the sandwich-stealing German Shepherd Beagle. She believes coffee is the Elixir of Life. Most evenings after work, you can find her sucking down caffeine and writing fire-breathing paranormal adventures or romantic comedies.

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