Where Has Forensic Mom Been?!

When I started Forensic Mom Blog back in May of 2016 it was meant as a coping mechanism when I separated from my long-term boyfriend. At the time I was a newly single parent to a one-year old baby and needed something to keep my mind off my current separation. I had just found out there was such a thing as blogging (OMG how did it take me so long to find that out?!) and immediately dived into the blogging world. I never knew there was a ‘bookstagram’ or that people reviewed books as a favorite past-time and even made money from it! To this day I am still blown away by the blogging community and how people can be so devoted and uplifting.

So, Where Have I Been?

In February of 2018 I again separated from my boyfriend for the LAST time and struggled with my mental health and self-appreciation. I basically fell off the face of the earth with my blogging and Forensic Mom Blog just slowly slipped into the background. 

Mental health wasn’t something I believed in. I scoffed at those who struggled with depression and considered myself mentally capable and stable…..until I had to come to terms with the fact that I was indeed depressed. There was no going around the truth of it.

I know depression comes in all shapes and sizes and for me it was a subtle transition into a downward spiral. I stopped doing the things that I loved. I stopped reading and blogging. I stopped going out and hanging with friends. I wanted to sleep all the time. I became easily angered and frustrated. I had no motivation.

I felt undervalued, underappreciated, that I wasn’t enough when I finally left my situation. I became a single-mom with two degrees that I had no idea what to do with. I started living back at home with my dad in one bedroom that I shared with my son. I obtained a job as a security guard in a small-town casino. All these things built up in my head as ‘failing’ – Until recently.

You see, 2018 became the year that I started appreciating myself and learning to see my situation as not failing but as succeeding:

  • I left a toxic relationship where I was consistently unhappy, constantly making excuses for him. A relationship where I was doing everything but yet it wasn’t enough.
  • I gained my first job in 3 years which means I’m making my OWN money
  • Yes, I have a dual degree, not using them right now does not mean I’m failing.
  • I’m happier than I have ever been in 5 years

Just those four little things turned from being a thorn in my side to being four things that make my mind just a tad bit healthier. I have learned to rephrase self-depreciating statements into statements that make me motivated to see things in a better light.

What Are My Plans for the Future?

This past year has been an intense journey and I just want to continue looking forward to what 2019 has in store for me. 

I am just now getting motivation to slowly bring myself back into the blogging world. I’m hoping Forensic Mom will make a comeback in the upcoming year.

My plans are to just focus on myself, my son, finding where I belong and what I should be doing with my life. I want to continue focusing on appreciating what I have and remembering that everyone finds their purpose in their own time.

I’m going to view blogging as a fun hobby and not a chore. I’m going to read what I want and when I want without fearing my Goodread’s Challenge. I want to enjoy what I love again without putting deadlines on it.

I will write when I have something to say.

This year I’m just looking forward to a Me that I can be proud of.





NaNoWriMo Day 11 in the Books

I was still writing well into the night last night, but I day 11 ended at 777 words for a total of 11,999. I got a giggle out of that. I couldn’t have typed just one more measly word to get to 12k before midnight.

Today, however is a different story. I’ve been sick all day and have only written 623 words so far, but the night is still young I plan on ending on at least 1.5k words tonight.

My plot progression is stuck and I have a lot to work on! This whole ‘panster’ thing probably wasn’t a good idea, but that’s how I am. I fly by the seat of my pants.

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NaNoWriMo Day 9 in the Books

I got a late start last night. We thought it would be a good idea to go look at cars, because there are so many sales going on. I found my dream car, but alas, it’s a no go. We are so not ready to get into something new yet. We’ll stick with our 2012 Impala for a while longer.

Because of that I didn’t get home until after 10pm and only got a whopping 830 words in just before midnight. My total is now 11,121.

How did you all like my excerpt yesterday? Any feed back you want to give me? Things I need to work on?

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NaNoWriMo Day 8 in the Books

Day 8 was a spectacular night of writing for me. I say night because I only get writing done after my toddler is sent to bed. So, for about 3 hours from 9pm-midnight, I sit at my desk and get as much writing done as I can.

Throughout the three hours I had sooo many questions! How slow is a slow burn romance? Do you (meaning the readers) enjoy long sex scenes that descriptive or shorter scenes that are quick and to the point? I wrote my first sex scene and let Liam describe everything that he wanted to.

Here is an excerpt of that scene below:

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look tonight?” I say.

I barely see her pause before she finishes pouring herself a glass of white wine, but I saw that pause nevertheless. “As a matter of fact you did, but you are more than welcome to continue telling me how ‘gorgeous’ I am,” she’s smirking when she turns around, setting a crystal tumbler in front of me.

“It would be my pleasure to remind you how beautiful you are…everyday,” I say.

“You are just the sweetest.”

I raise an eyebrow, “I guess I’ll have to work on that. Sweet,” I humph, “never been called that before. I’ve been called egotistic, rough, mandhandling, good in bed…”

She throws her head back and lets out the most twinkling laughter I have ever heard. That is what drew me to her. There is so much darkness in my life that I was drawn immediately to that laughter, because it illuminated my soul and stirred something within me. I still have yet to put a finger on it.

“What’s so funny? I’m slightly offended that you’re laughing at me.”

“Oh, I’m only laughing with you, not at you, but then again I wouldn’t know anything about manhandling or being good in bed.” She winks at me and I know she’s full on flirting now. Two can play at that game.

“Don’t you worry, hun. I’ll prove myself.”

“You will, will you?” She replies, leaning a hip against the counter as she stands and sips from her stemless wine glass. She’s watching me intently, her eyes slightly narrowed, giving her a feline look.

“Oh, I intend to.” I tip back my tumbler and let the burn of the whiskey slide down my throat. I set it on the granite countertop and slowly stand. I straighten my suit jacket and then lift my eyes until they meet hers. I slowly stalk around the counter until I’m standing next to her. She still has her hip pressed against the counter and I can see her breath catch as her eyes follow me.

I’m standing extremely close to her, only a hairs breath between us. I slowly raise my hand and trail it up her side and marvel at the feel of her curves beneath my hand. I lean in, her side pressed to my chest, and enhale her scent before planting a soft kiss on her neck. When she turns in my arms I press her back against the counter, my hands resting on her hips as I capture her lips with mine.

When our lips meet I’m practically shocked senseless from the friction. Never have I felt such chemistry with a woman before. It’s foriegn. It’s new, and it’s something I’m trying not to think about in this moment.

She parts her lips and I don’t hesitate to slide my tongue inside and explore her mouth. She glides her hands up my arms to rest on my shoulders and presses herself against me. When she moans into my mouth I about come undone. I lift her up by her ass and sit her on the counter. She autmatically wraps her legs around my waist locking me to her. I don’t mind. Not one bit. It’s almost as if standing right here between her legs is where I was always meant to be.

I break our kiss. “Is this alright?”
She nods her head, “Yes, damn it,” she says breathlessly, pulling my face down to hers and kissing me. She’s feroucious. A tigress. A goddess. She’s a wild creature of the forest just begging to be tamed. I can feel her energy, smell her arousal, and can see how turned on she is just by our kissing. A low growl escapes me as my fingers start to wander. I inch her dress up, my palms flat against her thighs.

My mind completely shuts down when she opens her legs for me and I see bright red lacy underwear. I gulp. There’s a black bow. I want to rip them off her and devour her, but I contain my animalistic emotions and instead slide a hand between her thighs and rub a thumb along her center. I can already feel how wet she is through the lace. She’s warm and inviting and I just want to bury myself deep inside her.

“Where’s the bedroom?” I bite out, lifting her and carrying her when she points to a hallway that I hadn’t noticed before.

“The door at the end of the hall.” She’s planting kissing along my neck and nibbling my shoulder. It takes everything in me to not fuck her up against the wall.
I turn the nob of the door and dont bother to take in my surroundings. I kneel on the bed gently laying her down as I crawl over her. Our lips meet again. This time she gains confidence and slides her hands under my shirt, splaying her fingers across my back. I bury my head into her neck and start pressing kisses against her skin. She arches against me and I’m a goner.

I lift her dress up to her waist and pull her underwear down over her thighs, down her legs over her heels, letting them drop to the floor. I kneel in front of her and spread her legs open, leaving my hands on her knees. “Are you ready for this?” I ask, huskily.
She nods her head once those pale green eyes boring into mine. I lower my face to the apex of her thighs watching her as my tongue slides along her slit. She closes her eyes and drops her head back against the pillows. This woman is a vision.

I insert two fingers into her opening and flick my tongue against her clit. Her taste is exquisite, like the first drops of water on a tongue that’s been parched for days. The noises that come out of Florence’s mouth shoot right to my groin.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Florence,” I growl out, “A god damn vision.” I crawl up to her again and kiss her swollen lips while lifting her dress the rest of the way up and over her head. I unclasp the matching red bra and throw it to the floor and finally get my mouth against a perfect breast.

She lets out the sweetest moan and presses my head to her chest. I suckle her breast and take the nipple between my teeth, pulling on it gently before letting it go. I undo the buttons of my shirt and loosen my tie. I rip the tie over my head and toss the shirt to the floor. My pants soon follow.

I settle myself between her legs and fall forward, a hand pressed into the mattress next to her head as I kiss her again, my other hand busying itself with her clit. I pull her bottom lip between my teeth. “Are you ready, baby?”

She lifts her hips and grinds her clit against my hand in answer. Everything she does implies consent but I can’t help but be sure, “Are you sure about this?”

She lets out a frustrated groan, “Yes, damn it, Liam, fuck me.”

My dirty little vixen.

I guide my cock to her entrance and slip it up and down her pussy lips before pressing the tip inside. Florence tenses beneath me and I stop, “You ok?”

She nods her head again so I press in further until I’m halfway in. Then with one more push I’m in all the way. She’s so damn tight it’s almost suffocating. I drop my head and plant a kiss against her neck as I start to slowly move my hips against her. She responds by meeting my slow thrusts with the tilt of her hips. The feel of her beneath me is otherworldly and I almost unravel completely.

I quicken the pace, moving in and out of her faster and faster until our thighs are slick with sweat. Florence is a moaner and groaner and everything in between. She’s vocal and I like it. She digs her nails into my arms and tenses beneath me. A shudder rolls through her and she lets out a mewl of ecstasy as an orgasm rakes through her body.

“Fuck,” I groan out. I dig my fingers into her hips as I pull her body into my thrusts. I stop, when I feel my coming orgasm, and pull out. The spray of my cum lands on her stomach and I’m left panting above her.

I move to lay besides her, and turn her head to me and give her a soft kiss aginst her lips.

“You were wonderful, Florence,” I say against her lips.

“Liam…” she starts, and I quirk an eyebrow at her.


“That was…”


“I was going to say mediocre.” I see that twinkle in her eye. She’s lying.

I shrug my shoulders. “I guess I’ll have to do better next time.”

She giggles and swings her legs over the side of the bed. She walks to the other side of the room and turns the light on to her en-suite. I watch her as she cleans herself up and walks confidently back to me naked with a warm washcloth. Unabashedly, I wipe my semi-hard cock clean.

She crawls back onto the bed, pulling the comforter and sheets down. She pauses, seeming to contemplate the next stop. “Will you stay the night with me,” she asks, suddenly shy. My heart immediately radiates warmth.

“I would love to,” I say. I pull her against me and cover us. I listen to the sound of her breathing and soon I know she’s asleep. Her chest rises and falls against mine.
Soon, I’m asleep too.”

Wow, steamy! Did you enjoy it? What can I do better? PLEASE for the love of all things HOLY, leave me some feed back ❤

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NaNoWriMo Day 7 in the Books

AHHH! I almost missed posting this! Day 8 is almost over and here I am, forgetting to tell you about day 7!

851 words yesterday. Yep, that’s it. Still better than the day before when I did only 401

23415271_1940816419518792_835725980547450513_owords. Tonight, however, I’m on a roll. I’m on fire. Literally, this scene has me fanning myself.

So, today, guys…IT’S MY BIRTHDAY. I have had such a laid back day. It’s been incredible.

I went and treated myself to An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson. The cover of this book is BEYOND gorgeous. I would be lying if I said I didn’t buy it solely for the cover. It’s true…I did, but you know what? I saw it all over Instagram and Facebook and Twitter and just had to have it. It does sound like it will be a great read, though.

I am proud of myself. I have been keeping up with NaNoWriMo and have been writing EVERYDAY. Check back tomorrow for an EXCLUSIVE scene from my novel. Be prepared to have wet panties. You’ve been warned.

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NaNoWriMo Day 6 in the Books!

I was so on a roll last night, writing 1,717 words. I started around 8pm last night and stopped at 11pm…or what I thought was 11pm. My laptop hadn’t updated the time so when I got into bed it was only actually 10pm. I’m kind of proud of the fact that I got almost 2k words in two hours. I could have written more, but I didn’t want to push myself and then get stuck in a rut.

I’ve been trying not to force anything. If the words flow, they flow, but when they stop I don’t push it. I wake up, go through my day, and let the words come to me when I sit down.

I get an entire day to mull over ideas and work on my plot, so when 9 pm rolls around and I get my son wrangled into bed, I can finally type those ideas down.

I have been using a writing platform called yWriter6. It was developed by an author who didn’t want all the fluff that came with certain writing platforms. This one is straightforward and easy to use once you get the hang of it! I feel so professional when I’m using it. And the best part of it is that it’s FREE!

Happy writing, and I hope you are reaching your NaNo goals!

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NaNoWriMo Day 5 in the Books!

Can I just bang my head against my desk for a few minutes? I only typed 401 words last night and now I’m kicking myself in the butt for it. I sat in bed for two hours and only typed 401 words….what happened to my kick ass inspiration the day before where I knocked out 900 words?

Last night’s scene was looking over the Jane Doe’s documents and cause of death when it turns out she isn’t a Jane Doe anymore. The victim’s death was a message to the town’s Mayor. I still haven’t decided what I want that message to be, but I do know that this ‘person’ has several other women in their grasp just waiting to die.

Sad. I know. What is wrong with me? Nothing, I promise!

Here’s a small excerpt for you:

“By the time I arrive to the department the team is already gathered around the conference table with white boards documenting our findings, coffee cups scattered across the surface, and file folders opened wide with its contents spilling out. I’m used to this haphazard scene, it’s a trademark of brilliant minds at work.

I’m not lying when I say I have the best team in the country, hell, maybe even the world. We’ve cracked more cases than I can count and have helped put people behind bars. There’s no other feeling in the world that comes close to knowing we’ve helped make this world a better place. This just job isn’t just a job or career, it’s my passion.

“Where’s the Mayor?” I say, announcing my arrival. I unbutton my suit jacket and throw it over the back of a chair.

“He’s on his way sir, should be here in about ten minutes,” answers Trisha, not bothering to glance up from the whiteboard where she’s taping a picture of Alayna next to the other three missing girls.

I pull Alayna’s file towards me and look over the Medical Examiner’s autopsy findings. To have this file in front of me this morning means the examiner was up all night putting it together. I look over the close up pictures of the ligature marks on Alayna’s wrists and ankles. There is busing around the marks that are in shades of blue and purple indicating that they are relatively fresh, within the last three to five days – which coincides with her disappearance.

I find the sheet that has her cause of death. When her body was found it was in the early stages of rigor mortis. She had only been dead for two to six hours, her eyelids, neck and jaw stiff to the touch. According to this file it was determined that her cause of death was due to blunt forced trauma to her skull. A close range photo of the impact location shows fracturing along her hairline. She was struck on the side of her head just above her ear. She was either taken unawares or was hit face on. My guess is she was taken unawares.

I’m still studying the pictures when Mayor Broker bursts through the glass doors to the conference room and stops dead when he sees Alayna’s picture on the whiteboard and her file in my hand.”

Hope you enjoyed!

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NaNoWriMo Day Four in the Books!

Technically it’s still day four, with the whole setting the clocks back thing, but to keep me from getting confused I stopped at midnight.

I reached my 5k goal for total written words. Total word count for the day, however, reached 952. I even stopped at the end of a scene. Man…I keep surprising myself. This is what happens when you SET goals and have inspiration and love your story and where it’s going!

Update me! How are you doing with your novel?

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