Balancing Act

I saw this on Instagram the other day, and I loved it. It’s a funny little quote, but it really got me thinking about the balance in my life. There are days when I am on point, I get things done and I am the best version of me. And others? I binge watch Teenwolf on Netflix (don’t laugh, I kind of have a crush on Styles). Terrible TV show choices aside, at the ripe old age of 31, I’ve achieved balance. 


I feel like I spent my twenties trying to get to a place of symetry within myself and my life. And it was just because I didn’t really know who I was. Or better yet, who I wanted to be. I wanted to be a wife and a mom, I wanted to be wild and free, I wanted to be covered in tattoos, I wanted to be perfectly put together, I wanted to be super healthy and in shape, I wanted to be a yoga instructor…the list goes on and on. But that’s your twenties, right? Trying to figure out your life and who you want to be by making huge mistakes and spending a lot of time hung over at brunch. 

I’ve realized that I don’t have to choose between all these different parts of myself.  It’s all part of me, it’s just me. I have tattoos, and kids, and I do yoga, and I still get wild with my friends and I try to make good choices about the food I put in my body. By simply letting go of who I thought I wanted to be, by just being me with no expectations, I balanced myself. So, I urge you all to think about yourselves today, think about the balance in your life. The ratio of lazy/motivated and mom/tattooed wild child that it takes to make you happy. And strive for it. 
As always, I leave you with this adorable man. Enjoy. 

Love, LP



Here’s the thing about fairytalesΒ 

My Twitter bio says “I write fairytales. Only the stories are dirtier and the boys are hotter.” Today, while I was in the shower this Jason Mraz song came on and it was so sweet and moving and it made me start thinking about that. About love and fairytales and my job as a writer. I create fantasy. I create these sexy hot foul mouthed amazing men who can bang like it’s their job. They have tons of money and unlimited stamina and treat their chicks like they are the most precious thing in the world. We all know that’s not real life. That’s why we read romance novels. It’s an escape, it’s fun. Well, today I’m going to share my real life with y’all, my reality. 

Last night my husband and I had a kid free date night. We went to this amazing pizza place and drank a bunch of micro brewed beer (we were very hipster). While we were eating I brought up the subject of me traveling to signings with a male model. My husband didn’t even blink before he said, “You totally should, I bet that’s a huge crowd pleaser.” And I just sat back and thought, damn I love this man.  Then we got home and he told me “Grab your laptop, I’m going to try something new and you’ll want to take notes.” And I thought, holy balls he is the best! He is so supportive of me, of my passion. He’s so willing to help and encourage. That’s a fairytale. A man who loves you and accepts exactly who you are and what it takes to do what you love. 

A man who is a good father, a man that makes your children laugh.  Now, no one is perfect. He never does the dishes and he always sleeps through our kids sleepless nights. Oh! And he never answers his phone. But, I am so lucky, I really am, that this is my real life. 

Don’t get me wrong; I love reading romance novels. I love the fantasy. It’s my job, it’s my obsession. But I also want you guys to know that there are all kinds of “fairytales” out there. And I want you to find yours. I’m going to be honest with you; it’s probably not going to be a Charlie Hunnam look-a-like biker, or a tattooed world famous guitarist with perfect fingers, or a billionaire that wants to tie you up. Find someone that loves you, exactly the way you are. Find someone who wants your heart and your mind as well as your body. Find someone who you can trust, who you can depend on. Fairytales aren’t a sprint. It’s called happily ever after, which in my mind means a real long ass time. Lust ebbs and flows. You think Dash and Lexi are still banging non stop once that baby comes? Nah. They’re both exhausted and arguing over whose turn it is to get up. 


 Keep reading. Always have your escape, always have fun with your fantasies. I do. All the time. But don’t forget what’s real, and what matters. And to my husband, thank you for letting me be me, and for letting me play with male models. 

I won’t give up on you

That’s the video link. Listen to it. 

Love, LP


How far gone

First things first, I have been slack-a-lackin’…and I apologize. I haven’t posted a blog in a really long time. Y’all know how it goes with the holidays and families and work.

It’s insanity. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season and got to spend lots of time with all those crazy relatives. That being said, I missed you guys! 

Pretend I just gave everyone an “I miss you” hug. You guys have any New Years resolutions? I’m a big resolution flake, so I aimed low this year. I am going to make good choices when I order food. Like instead of the bread, I’ll get the lettuce wrap. Instead of the regular piezookie at BJ’s, I’ll go gluten free. Keep it attainable. 

I had an idea, y’all tell me what you think. I want to watch the Bachelor, b/c it’s fun and frivolous. And I was thinking maybe you guys can watch it with me? I’m not sure how that would work, we could live tweet it I guess. I’m on Twitter @LPMaxa if you want to join, I’ll start tonight. 

Ben is adorable and I love wine. Seems like a good time. ALSO, I have some exciting news! I finished Jacks’s book!!! Book 3 of the Devil’s Share series. It’s with my amaze balls editor Jenni over at Borough’s. So, hopefully, it’ll be out in a few months. Sorry I’ve been MIA here. 

Does this gorgeous man in a bubble bath make up for it? 

Love, LP

Manners matter y’all

I was born and raised in the great state of Texas, which means I am lucky enough to say “I’m from the south”. Now, as I’ve mentioned in a few of my books, there is a difference between the south (Texas) and the deep south (all the other southern states). I’ve dated men from both. Trust me, there’s a difference. 

I was talking with some girl friends of mine not too long ago about manners and being raised in the south. It’s was during the day of Play Dirty’s release. (Visit to purchase) You see, my publishers did a release day blitz for me. Which sent my southern manners into overdrive. I was going crazy constantly posting thanks yous and you’re the bests on all these different tweets and shares and review sights. My head was spinning. But, I couldn’t not express my graditude. It’s ingrained in my DNA to say please and thank you and call people ma’am and sir. To this very day I call my friends parents Ms. (Insert first name) or Mr. (Insert first name). And I’m 30. Actually y’all, I’m almost 31, which is another blog post entirely. 

So, anyway, I was talking to some friends about their favorite southern manners and niceties. 

A: According to Gogo (her grandma) if someone comes by to visit and you don’t have iced tea and some sort of snack they won’t come back. Too this day she tries to feed everyone like we haven’t eaten anything in a week!

Also southern hospitality is an excellent Ludacris song

B: Being from California I’ve really gotten into the phrase bless her/your heart instead of saying F off. I feel like that’s a uniquely southern way of politely expressing your distaste. 

(And just to be clear, those aren’t A and B points. Those are the initials to their first names.)

M: Hand written thank you cards, personal and for business, make the world of difference 

Find a way to make anything a compliment.

You can hide alcohol in almost any beverage and go undetected 


I love where I’m from. And I love that it’s on going. I love that manners and southern hospitality aren’t something that’s stopped with an older generation. All my friends are teaching their kids what they were taught. My daughter is three and little boys in her daycare class open the door for us to leave. 

It’s a way of life, that will continue, because that’s just how we were raised. 

Thanks y’all πŸ˜‰


Ps- you didn’t think I would forget the best part, did you?
And there’s the link for Ludacris 😘❀️

Love, LP

Dreams and stuff

I always wanted to be a writer. When I was younger I would tell people I wanted to be a teacher… But in my heart, I wanted to be a published author. I was going to write books that changed lives. People were going to call me the next Harper Lee or F. Scott Fitzgerald. It was a dream. We all have dreams, right?

I love words. I love they way they look and the way they sound. The way they make you feel… I just never really imagined that I would be able to string them together and get a book published. Well, my second book with Borough’s Publishing Group is due out in a couple of weeks. Is it the next great American novel? Will it alter the way people live their lives? Probably not. But it’s altered mine. It’s shown me that it’s never too late to go for what you want. It’s shown me that dreams do come true. 


You have to work for them though. If you want to write a book, you’ve got to actually sit down and write. It doesn’t matter what you’re writing about. Journal about your day. Blog about a road trip. Scribble down your thoughts about a song or a movie. Just write. And eventually, inspiration will hit, and the book will come. Join writing groups; Google it, they are everywhere. Reach out to other writers, ask for feedback. Put your work out there. It’s the only way. 

Now I have another writing related dream. At the last ARWA meeting I attended they said you should write down your goals, that’s a big step in fulfilling them. You guys are going to think I’m kidding, but believe me, I am not. I want to be a famous enough writer to be a guest on the Talking Dead. I’m dead serious. Hahahaha get it? Everyone who gets to go on the Walking Dead after show is such a bad ass. So if any of y’all know Chris Hardwick, shoot him a text for me πŸ˜‰ 

Now for everyone’s favorite part of my blog posts… I give you Hot Guys Reading! No joke, that’s what I typed into the PINterest search bar. 

Everyone have a great day! It’s raining like crazy here in the ATX, you guys stay safe. 

Love, LP

Ps- Play Dirty is available for preorder!! Here’s a link to the Amazon site.


Roots. Sorta.

I can’t actually say that I’m from a small town. I wasn’t born in one, I didn’t go to school with the same kids from kindergarten to high school. But I did grow up in one, I spent over 6 years of my adolescence in a small town. It shaped who I was and what I thought I wanted out of life. It made me who I am. The town and the people in it. 

This past weekend I was supposed to have a book signing in Houston, it got rescheduled due to the weather. We were already in Houston when we found this out. So T, Stoli, and I decided to go ahead and stay the night and hang with some of our favorite people. The kids played, the adults laughed and drank wine. Then the next day, I went “home”. 

You see between Houston and Austin, if you take HWY 290, you’ll drive through this town I grew up in. It has a massive football stadium, you can’t miss it πŸ˜‰. My favorite teacher lives in the area and we made plans to meet up. I was so beyond excited to see her. She was always telling me to write, always giving me journals and encouraging me. She’s amazing, the best. And I got to introduce my little girl to her. It was a moment I will cherish, always. Plus, she loved my kid as much as she loved me, so I know I’ll get to see her more often now.

I hope everyone has a person in their lives like that. A person who’s words and heart stay with you, no matter how long you’ve been apart. It’s an amazing thing, friendship like that. Now, in order to see said favorite person, I had to go “home”. It’s been over ten years since I went back to that town. And it was the most surreal thing I’ve ever done.   

So many things had changed, and just as many had stayed the same. My brain was flooded with memories, good and bad. I’m not some sad cautionary tale, high school wasn’t tragic. The girls could be catty and mean. But isn’t that typical in every town, small or not? They taught me to let it go, that not everyone had to like me. They taught me that mean people? Are mean because they have issues. And that none of it really matters anymore the second you walk across that stage. 
My first love was in that town, my first boyfriend, my first date, my first everything. And thanks to him I don’t have some horrible “first time” story about fumbling hands in the back of a truck, although that came later and just for fun. (I used to skip my last class of the day when he had home games…you know, for love of the game) We had so much fun together, so many laughs and experiences. He taught me a lot about what I wanted in a partner and what I didn’t. And I’m sure I did the same for him. Of course we thought we would be together forever, that we’d finish school, get married and have kids. And of course, we didn’t make it past a few semesters of college. We don’t talk anymore, but I do think of him from time to time. And I always smile. 

I’m a writer. Memories, nostalgia, images from high school…all those things are in valuable to me. Sure driving through town was like an episode of the twilight zone. Sure some of those memories are hard to re live. But it all happened and it all shaped me. And it all goes into my writing, into my books and characters. Those mean girls? Happy Place (which will get re released with my publisher soon). That high school sweetheart? My love of baseball players for St. Leasing. And that amazing teacher? She’s is every confident word I write. 

Now for the hot guys section of this blog…

None of these guys are my high school sweetheart. But they all remind me a little of our life together. He grew up working on his family ranch. I watched him haul hay on more than one occasion. 

Obviously, he drove a truck. He taught me to drive a stick shift. 

We have several dates that were working cattle with his dad and uncles. I learned to give shots that way. 

And I’ve ridden on more tractors than you can image. Have any of y’all ever been in a combine? Just wait for that story in my next series πŸ˜‰

Love, LP

The most wonderful time of the year

I love the month of October.

 It’s literally my favorite month out of the whole year. And not for the reasons you’re all thinking…I hate pumpkin spice.

It’s my favorite month because of FEAR FEST!!!! Fear fest on AMC makes me so damn happy. Like giddy. My child was conceived during Fear Fest πŸ˜‰ I love scary movies, and the older the better. Like 60’s and 70’s? Prime time for some good cinema. Anything that takes place at a sleep away camp? Perfection. Movies that have 27 sequels? Even better. 


I used to just turn the TV on AMC and leave it there. I can’t now because my three year old would never stop having nightmares. So I record all the best  movies and make my husband stay up and watch them with me. He doesn’t love this activity, but he tolerates it. Now, here’s the catch; I get really creeped out. I have to sleep with the hall light on and I make him check under the bed. 

Bad acting and questionable special effects are my jam. But my imagination still goes a little crazy…I’ve made him come with me to pee a few times. I think the best part about the older horror flicks is that they aren’t gory. Like now a days, they just try to see how much blood and guts and gore they can fit into a movie. IE; Saw, House of a 1,000 Corpses IE; anything directed by Rob Zombie. But back then? It was the suspense, the chase, the story. 

Second best things about October? Decorations. Now, my love for skulls is apparent all year long…

But during the months of October and early November? It gets out of control. Plus, I have an orange couch so Halloween looks good in my living room. Third? I like wearing sweaters and leggings. I look much thinner when a thick knit is covering my ass. 

Much like this gentleman’s sweater πŸ˜‰ Now, everyone go forth and turn on Fear Fest. Watch all the classics. Embrace the campiness (I’m thinking about trademarking that word) and turn your nose’s up at the obvious gore…and pumpkin spice πŸ˜‰

Love, LP