Author H.R. Burkett reflects on the one time outlining a novel changed her writing process—and how structure almost made her lose the story’s heart.

Meet Leo Wilcox, the leading man behind *Peckers: The Pact*. From his storm-blue eyes and eclectic music taste to his role as an empathetic big brother, here are 7 things you don’t know about the resident heartthrob readers are already falling for.

Take a look at what’s coming next from author H.R. Burkett, including future Peckers books, the upcoming fantasy novella Kissed: A Toadily True Tale, and the historical women’s fiction novel States of Grace.

From unexpected emotional depth to Martha’s popularity and the bold title, here’s what surprised me most about writing Peckers: The Pact.

Discover the heartbreak that led Jenny to create the pact in Peckers: The Pact—a story of betrayal, control, and the rules that changed everything.

From one takeout pickup to Peckers: The Pact—how a cheeky restaurant idea turned into a romance series full of friendship, love, and chaos.

Please remember this: You are worthy of a love that sees you, respects you, and chooses you—exactly as you are.

I've been inspired by Anne Frank for 30 years, but in this essay, I finally say goodbye to her optimistic ideals.

"Writing inspiration comes to me in pictures. It took an argument with my husband to realize not everyone thinks this way.

Living with Angel for 37 days: fallen into the toilet, whiskers in the sink, but loving every moment because of his smile & our shared life.

Struggling to accept my father's passing, I find comfort in memories and the feeling that he'll always be with us, even if I can't see him.

HR Burktt reflects on her late mother's love and legacy, unveiling a deeply emotional journey of letters that transcend time.

You are the first place I ever came home to. The first place I ever dreamed. You witnessed my 1st ouchie, My 1st broken heart, My 1st loss.

In April 2005, I was driving sleepy when I ran a red light, leading to an accident with a City Dump Truck. This is that story.

She had diamonds in her eyes, a fire in her heart, and her soul was the song of a lark on a breezy spring morning...

He threatened me and made my life a living hell...but he didn't hit me. So it wasn't abuse...right?

For those of you who don't know me, allow me to introduce myself. For those of you who DO know me, allow me to RE-introduce myself.

This was originally written on June 29th, 2015. At the time, I was sitting vigil by my mother's bedside in hospice care...

If I could speak to my younger self, I would speak gently and with compassion, because I realize now how very much she needs that...

It was a rainy Tuesday morning, my darling little girl, when your Daddy rushed me to the hospital and you came into the world...