Faye McCray

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In the meantime, have a wonderful holiday season! See you in the new year :-).


Love and Light,
Faye

Hey everybody! I have three EXCITING announcements. Check out my new vlog below for details:



Love and Light,
Faye

When my first son was born, I nicknamed him pickle.  Not for any real reason.  He wasn't green or lumpy.  In fact, he was a beautiful golden boy with a mound of dark, curly hair and the pinkest little lips.  He was the spitting image of my husband so I fell in love with him instantly and with ease.  I already trusted that smile, memorized those lips and I felt myself melt wrapped in those arms.  He was born with his eyes open.  The physical trait he most inherited from me.  Big, dark, oval eyes looking at us with razor-sharp focus, as if he was thinking, already, about who he would become and how we would fit into his life.

When my second son was born, I nicknamed him peanut.  Odd really, because he would be the only one of us to develop an allergy to them.  He was born bright red and wrinkly, screaming so loudly, his voice echoed throughout the delivery room.  Unlike his brother, his eyes were squeezed shut, we joke he wasn't ready to be born.  My sweet, kind boy clung close…

For Mother's Day this year, I bought myself a bike.  I planned on getting my old one fixed but a very effective salesman picked up on me salivating over a gold Trek calling my name as soon as I walked in the door and was relentless until I practically walked my old one to the dumpster. 



I always loved riding bikes.  Ever since I was a little girl I loved the feel of the wind rushing against my face and the burn in my little legs as I pedaled as fast as I could up and down my block.  I realize now it's because it felt like flying... and I have always wanted to fly. 



Since Mother's Day I have been flying all around my neighborhood.  I discovered this amazing lake surrounded by trees and 2.5 mile paved loop that I go around and around kicking up dirt, pushing through hills, and breathing in the air.  I go early.  Just when the sun is settling into the sky and grass is still damp from the morning dew.  I watch rabbits hop through the blades of grass. Turtles sludge their way…

I had a wonderful evening meeting authors and readers at the Miller Branch of Howard County Library in Ellicott City, MD! Here is a video of my short speech. Thanks to all those who stopped by my table and purchased books.  Don't forget to write a review and let me know what you thought!  I had a wonderful night.



Love and Light,
Faye

I don't really consider myself a horror writer... per se.  I enjoy writing horror, I enjoy reading horror... I even enjoy watching horror but I'm usually doing those three things covered in a blanket, preferably buried in my husband's armpit and on the verge of having a heart attack.  Call it a byproduct of an active imagination but for at least 24 hours after I do any of the above, I am convinced the circumstances of said horror are likely to happen to me.  Who am I kidding... the side effects of a good horror never wear off.  My kids toys still resemble Chucky and I can't take an innocent bike ride without planning an escape if that runner nearby turns zombie.  With that being said, I was really, really excited to participate in the horror anthology, Anything But Zombies. 

I was recommended by an editor I met while querying Boyfriend.  He became of a fan my zombie shorts in Dani's Belt's and thought I'd be a great fit.  I had been so immersed in the zom…

The following is an excerpt from Boyfriend
Copyright © 2015 by Faye McCray All rights reserved.Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means. This is a work of fiction.Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.  *** I welcomed the feel of the cold air on every inch of my exposed skin as I stood outside of my building in South Jamaica smoking a cigarette.I leaned up against the dirty brick and looked out onto the project courtyard watching as two boys played basketball on the faded court adjacent to the back entrance to our building.I smirked as they continuously missed ambitious shots into the tall netless basketball hoops.A homeless man shifted angrily on a bench beside the court, grumbling incoherently every time the ball hit the pavement.I took another drag as a cute teenage girl in tight jeans and a short black coat caught my attention.S…

Boyfriend is now available in Paperback!
Order your copy by clicking on the "Buy Boyfriend in Paperback" link above! Thank you to all those who have purchased and reviewed. We have a 5.0 rating on Amazon and 4.44 on Goodreads! Yay! Check out my new vlog below:


Love and Light,
 Faye

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Love and Light, 
Faye

Well, before I start, can I just say "Holy crap, it's April!"  We are almost half way through the year and I feel like we just celebrated Christmas! There are so many things I'd like to accomplish this year.  I think that adds to my unshakable awareness of the brevity of time.  First on the list is get Boyfriendout in print so you can all become just as consumed with Nate, Kerry, Jayna, Natalie, Phil, and Allison as I was! Thank you to all those who downloaded, purchased and reviewed.  I am beyond grateful.  That brings me to my next announcement. 


Boyfriend will be released in print on April 17, 2015!

As a warning to all those who love me, I plan to be pretty insufferable that day.  I've been writing stories in mead notebooks since I was 11 years old (before that I was strictly construction paper and backs of receipts).  I'm probably going to be a mixture of this...


and this...

all day long.
Here's the thing about me.  I love, love, love telling stories.…

Boyfriend is now available for only $4.99 on Amazon Kindle here! All four stories of Dani's Belts are FREE now through Sunday to celebrate!



If you don't have a Kindle, you can download theFREE Kindle app for smartphones, tablets and computers on the Amazon site :-).

Enjoy!

Love and Light,
Faye

Love and Light,
Faye

One more week until the arrival of my debut novel, Boyfriend!

I am so excited, guys! My debut novel, Boyfriend will be available on Kindle March 27, 2015 and will be available in print shortly thereafter (date TBA).  For those of you following my blog from the beginning, you know my journey to traditional publishing has been an uphill battle.  I'll spare you the gory details, but I will say this, after months of reflection and soul searching, I realized how amazing every single hill I faced has been.  The truth is, I've always learned more from failure than I have from success.  Not the least of which is how much I want something and how badly I am willing to fight for it.  Things rarely go as planned but sometimes the detour is worth every single stumble it took to get there.

I am proud of Boyfriend.  It was born on a rainy day on the North Shore of Long Island.  I was on maternity leave and taking a long drive with my son.  He was probably about three or four months and a cr…

I've been busy, folks! I have two novels, a novella, and a short story set for release this year! The first, Boyfriend, is in the final stages of editing.  It will be available on Amazon Kindle (drumroll, please....) March 27, 2015! Here's the synopsis:

Nate Best enrolls in college in Washington, D.C. to escape a complicated and painful past.  Together with his best friend and roommate, Phil, he parties more than he studies and beds girls as if it is a Division 1 sport.  When Kerry, a beautiful young woman from a privileged background, captures his interest, he jumps at the challenge.  He eagerly denies all he ever was for the chance to be someone completely different with her.  Before long, he starts to believe he can be.  When Kerry's roommate and best friend, Jayna, sees right through his new good boy façade, he is inexplicably drawn to her.  He is intoxicated by her every move, and attracted to her with a careless abandon.  With the reality of who he is never far from h…

So, have I mentioned this summer, I discovered the magic of audiobooks?  I was kind of in a semi-writing funk.  After narrowly making it out of the traditional publishing limbo with my dignity, I needed to take a step back and really reconnect with my love of literature.  My husband is a librarian so I'd request book after book which he'd dutifully bring home each evening to collect dust by my bedside.  With the busyness of my and my kids summer schedule, I could barely keep my eyes open to write let alone read by the end of the night.  On a whim, I downloaded Audible on my smart phone and I have kind of been addicted ever since.  I listened to new books and old favs including The Bluest Eye as read by Toni Morrison, Kindred by Octavia Butler, The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz, The Fault in Our Stars by John Green, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, The Color Purple as read by Alice Walker, Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert, Big Little Lies by Liane Moriarty, T…

They kept bringing us water.

I don't remember much about the services following the passing of my brother five years ago but I do remember that they kept bringing us water.  My cousins.  Small paper cups filled with ice cold water from the funeral director's office.  We sat on the hard pews of the small funeral home gazing ahead.  His casket was silver and it was covered in flowers. Fresh and silk.  I was lost in the empty spaces. Unsure if I was awake or awakening.  After about the third cup, the weight of the water caused the paper cup to bend with my finger tips.  The water skipped along the rim as I raised it to take a sip.  I turned to one of my cousins and smiled.  I hadn't seen her in years but we communicated in that familiar way only family can.  She smiled back.  Her eyes brightening briefly in that playful way it had when we were children.  It was funny. The constant gift of water.  My numb gratitude.  It was funny but neither us thought it appropriate to laugh…