BrittNoonanNightmares

Thank you, everybody, who went and got a free copy of my ebook. I really hope you are enjoying You Will Be Mine. The book is very special to me because I started writing it after going through my own traumatic experience with stalking. I really hope the feeling of just overwhelming exhaustion and paranoia shined through. I also hope that after reading You Will Be Mine that you will be ready to jump into the next book of the series which will be a little dark and may trigger some readers but I'll post more trigger warnings as the next book is closer to release. For those who missed my free giveaway, You Will Be Mine is only 99 cents for an ebook or if you prefer paperback, it is listed at $8.99. On another note, Halloween season is approaching. I have some special surprises up my sleeves. Stay tuned.

Tomorrow, my first novel, "You Will Be Mine, will be free for a limited time (5 days).  You Will Be Mine The novel, published in October of 2016, shows a fictional insight into the psychology of stalking and the effects it causes on the victim. The summary is as follows:  'Matt Williams, an aspiring rock star, is in a profoundly steep downward spiral. He’s quickly losing control of his life to sex, drugs, and alcohol—and things are about to get much worse. Matt wakes up naked one morning in a stranger’s bed. This wouldn’t be so unusual, except Matt has almost no memory of the man or the night before. Disappointed in Matt’s poor choices, his friends and bandmates wash their hands of him.  The mysterious one-night stand comes back to haunt Matt: he finds himself being stalked, and the threatening behavior keeps getting worse. With no friends to turn to, and with drugs and alcohol always beckoning, Matt begins to feel closer to death than he has any other time in his life. 

It's coming, after waiting forever, it's coming. I'm excited, I feel ready, I'm excited. It's time. It's coming soon, it's time. Get ready, time for cheering, get ready. Stay tuned, check here often, stay tuned.

It's a perfect Tuesday night, exactly 9:35pm, and yet my depression has crippled me into sitting in bed, reading my favorite book and listening to music that does nothing to help my mood increased. I tried to write tonight since I really have been motivated to continue on my third book but alas I can't. Not tonight. I got my marketing back on my second novel and it's beautiful. I'm really glad to see the production stage moving along. I can't wait until I get my cover. I think it'll be really awesome.  I know the samples I sent them should set the mood for the readers immediately. I have some news, I will be having a deal on my first novel starting on August 27th in which I will be giving my first book for free for only one day. I will also be posting a sample from my second novel as an added bonus. What is so important about August 27th? It's a surprise. I will have a reminder as we get closer to August 27th as well as post the link. As a somber note,

 This is a really dark piece written at an extremely dark point in my life. I go back and edit it every year to make it better as I get more writing experience but still, I find this piece very striking in its confusing reality of a person suffering from a drug overdose after a traumatic experience. The Royal We By Britt Noonan Keep this scene inside your head, this broken scene that is neither fantasy nor real, this scene that has gagged and bound all three of us into this repetitive hell that we cannot escape from. You, him, me, the royal we. Your anger, fists, premature nuclear blast, the explosion causing an aftershock and left my body weightless as my self-respect flew through the air and cracked its head on my peeling wall, dying instantly. The real me is left alive, barely breathing, sliding down the wall while staring at you, knowing one day the radiation oozing out of you will give me the most painful and deadly cancer in the world.  Its okay, cancer would be

Here I am again I start this blog with a little story. Enjoy. More to come later. Can I Ever Live? Glass shatters, screams fade into shallow gasps of breaths. A laugh, vicious and sharp stands out as the gasps turn to silence. He stands alone, cracking his knuckles, watching her crumble in a heap on the rug he always hated. Relief and shame rush over him, guilt eats away at his soul, crumbling his smile into a frown. He falls to his knees beside her and reaches out to touch her arm, her heat cooling quickly. Her open mouth releasing no puffs of air. He pokes at her, looking for a sign of life but finding none. He collapses on his ass and turns away from her, a tear forming, surprising him. He smiles and stands up, feeling a wave of excitement. He did it. He finally did it. The knife lays on the floor, covered in rich blood, while broken pieces of glass scatter the floor and over her lifeless body. He stretches and stands up, walking into the garage to find his saw, h