DREAMS:

DON'T GIVE UP. IT'S NEVER TOO LATE. CHASE THEM NOW!

About carian cole

I have a passion for the bad boys, those covered in tattoos, sexy smirks, ripped jeans, fast cars, motorcycles and of course, the sweet girls that try to tame them and win their hearts. 


Born and raised a Jersey girl, I now reside in the mountains of beautiful New Hampshire with my husband and our multitude of furry pets and spend most of my time writing, reading, and vacuuming.

MORE ABOUT ME - INSIDE MY HEAD


WHAT AM I EXACTLY?


I’m a writer. I’m still having a hard time with that word “author”. It sounds like such a big word. So serious. So surreal. So for now, I prefer writer.


I started to read at a very young age and started to write as soon as I could hold a crayon and put sentences together. My mom saved most of them, and I have them now. Of course then, my stories were about cute puppies chasing butterflies. Now they’re about hot bad-ass men chasing after pretty girls.


For the longest time I thought I had multiple personality disorder, because I could hear voices, no make that entire conversations, in my head, coming from people I didn’t even know. But I wanted to know them, because they seemed pretty cool, and they wanted to be heard. They wanted to come out of the tiny little world in my head so other people could hear them too.


 

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AN AWAKENING


Many moons ago I began to bang out stories on my little electric typewriter. I finally graduated to a laptop and printed out pages and pages of my books. I researched publishing companies and agents. I sent out query letters. This was back in the late ’80s and early ’90s. Needless to say, that got pretty damn frustrating fast. I threw all my writing into a box and said fugit - this dream will never happen.


I read constantly. Probably about five books per week. In 2013 I got my first Kindle. This little piece of sorcery changed my life. Not only because I could have thousands of books all in one itty bitty place (rather than paperbacks all over the house that my dogs were using as chew toys), but it led me to searching for even more books, and I found a website run by Maryse Black. Maryse’s Book Blog introduced me to a whole new world – indie authors.

 

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WOW


I had a major WTF moment. Authors were self publishing?! That was possible?! When did this happen? How did I not know about this? I one-clicked more books than I can count – all written by indie authors. These books were amazing! I friended my favorite authors on Facebook and was amazed that I could actually talk to my favorite authors – and they talked back!


And then one day, one of the little voices in my head said “Hey dummy, remember us? You can write about us now! You can get us out of here! You can do this! You can make this dream come true!” I argued with the voices. No one will read my stuff. I will cry if I get bad reviews. Nobody loves you guys but me! I told the voices to shut up and be quiet.


But then something bad happened. I won’t say what it was, but Storm knocked on the inside of my skull shortly after. My first character, the one I loved the most. The one that never shut the heck up. And he made it clear that I better do this, because he was tired of waiting. And if you've read my books, you know you can't say no to Storm!


And with a little shove from my good friend and amazing author, Laramie Briscoe, I decided to write and self publish. All those sexy bad boys, rockers, bikers, tortured souls, and pretty, angsty, quirky girls were ready to come out.



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THANK YOU


If you’ve read this far, thank you. If you’ve read my book(s), thank you a million times. I hope with all my heart that you enjoy them. I hope they stay with you long after you've read them. All of my characters are special to me. Each one is a little piece of someone I loved, someone I lost, someone who broke my heart, someone I miss, someone I still love. A little bit of me, and a little bit of them lives in each book. And I’m going to guess a little bit of you might be found in one of them too.




No Stalkers Please

Mont Vernon, NH 03057


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Ph: 603-867-5309

E: carrie@cariancole.com