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New Year, New Imprint!

I’m excited to announce that Snowy Wings Publishing is expanding to include two adult imprints, and one of them, Caleo Press, will be the new home for my Stay in Touch series! My steamy contemporary new adult romances will be categorized under the “Spicy” heat level.

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Learn where to get your copies of Touch of Fondness and Touch of Heartache!

I still plan to finish the series within the next few years, I hope. (Fortunately, since they’re standalones that take place concurrently, Brielle’s and Lilac’s stories are complete and there aren’t any loose ends there.) The reason for the delay is because I’ve been focusing on two other author names I write under. Since their series are selling better as of late, I have no choice but to put my Joy Penny writings aside. However, I still hope to tell Gavin’s and Pembroke’s love stories to round out the set. It’s just a matter of finding the time.

Thank you for your support so far, and I hope you’ll watch Caleo Press for many more exciting romance reads to come!



The New Adult Scavenger Hunt is over, which means I can publicly reveal the blurb for the third book in the Stay in Touch series! It doesn’t have a final release date yet, as it depends on how quickly I can get to it.

Title: Touch of Comfort (Stay in Touch)
Author: Joy Penny
Publisher: Snowy Wings Publishing
Publication Date: TBA (2019)

Four friends. Four college grads. Four people figuring out that life doesn’t always turn out the way you expected.

Gavin McCall is used to being the emotional support his best friends so frequently need, but after graduation, he has a game plan that’ll help him start to focus more on his own life: intern at the hottest new marketing firm in Chicago over the summer and walk away with a paying job before the leaves turn orange, even if it means crashing on his friends’ couch and watching his bank account dwindle from zilch to negative nothing while he works his way up. Dating? Who has time for it? Between his best friends’ crises, a lack of support from home, and an unyielding, cantankerous boss, even Gavin’s career plans may go to waste.

One of the most up-and-coming CEOs under thirty, a marketing genius who seems to do no wrong, Gabriel Grant is laser-focused on the success of his business. Men and women fall by the wayside in the path of never-goes-on-a-second-date Mr. Grant. With the arrival of the overly enthusiastic new intern at his firm, Gabriel is both irritated by the man’s unfounded optimism and infuriatingly attracted to the hottest guy he’s ever met. If he’s going to make sure his business remains a success, he’s going to have to push aside the distraction—but his insatiable desire is going to be hard to disregard.

Gavin needs a place to belong, someone to provide the comfort he so readily offers others himself—and Gabriel doesn’t have time for emotional connections. But the heart wants what the heart wants and it won’t be ignored.

New Adult Scavenger Hunt: Team Blue Stop

Welcome to New Adult Scavenger Hunt! This bi-annual event was inspired as a way to give readers a chance to gain access to exclusive bonus material from their favorite authors…and a chance to win some awesome prizes! At this hunt, you not only get access to exclusive content from each author, you also get a clue for the hunt. Add up the clues, and you can enter for our prize–one lucky winner will receive one book from each author on the hunt in my team! But play fast: this contest (and all the exclusive bonus material) will only be online for a short time!

Go to the New Adult Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt. There are TWO contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all! I am a part of the TEAM BLUE–but there is also a TEAM GREEN for a chance to win a whole different set of books!

If you’d like to find out more about the hunt, see links to all the authors participating, and see the full list of prizes up for grabs, go to the New Adult Scavenger Hunt page.

Directions: Below, you’ll notice that I’ve listed my lucky book number. Collect the lucky book numbers of all the authors on Team Blue, and then add them up (don’t worry, you can use a calculator!).
Entry Form: Once you’ve added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.
Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian’s permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by December 31st, at noon Eastern Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.



A native of Detroit, Michigan and a graduate of Western Michigan University, SF has fed her creative brain through a variety of jobs from customer service to working with animals. Although the work title has changed, one thing remained true—her desire to be a writer. As a kid she could often be found writing stories or with a book in her hand. It didn’t matter where the location, SF could be found reading (even at the beach).

Her debut novel, Regress—a dystopian set in her home state—developed from a dream. When she’s not concocting tales in her sleep, SF has been known to come up with entire dialogues in the shower.

SF prefers writing stories which answer the “what if” question in life. Her protagonists are strong and diverse set in post-apocalyptic or paranormal worlds.



Tru Shepard holds the key—a highly coveted piece of tech—in the palm of her hand. Everyone in the American Republic has secrets—some innocent and some dangerous. Tru, a Creative, thinks she’s fighting to maintain her identity. She soon learns that the struggle is much bigger, and she holds the key. Zared Aoki, the guy she loves, thinks he’s fighting for happiness. The ghosts from his past are supposed to be behind him,but sometimes the past shows up when you least expect it. In a world built on secrecy, will the truth set you free?

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Exclusive Content: Original Chapter 1

The winner is the one who knows when to fight and when not to fight.

—from “An Introspective on Combative Strategies” by Dawa Zhu


The cacophonic action that comes next overwhelms my senses. Men and women in hospital scrubs rush past me through a set of glass double doors. The noxious smell of antiseptic mixed with blood, flowing like water down a waterfall, assaults my nose. Frantic beeps from a heart rate monitor punctuate the room. The hum of a defibrillator being charged joins it. It’s soon followed by the sharp hiss of a curtain jerked closed.

“We’re losing him!” a man barks and then, “Charge.”

Those were the last words I heard before darkness claimed my body and mind.


I awakened in a sterile room—pale walls, blinding fluorescent lighting, and a bed covered with too-tight white sheets—just moments ago. A distant voice over an intercom, the indistinguishable smell of bland food, and the lingering odor of too strong disinfectant jar my senses and confirm that I’m in the medical wing of North Woods, a prison for those exiled by the New Order. An ache settles in the back of my throat and acts as a reminder of the horrors, things best forgotten, preceding my waking up here.

My raspy voice cries out, “Zared?”

A shadowy figure sits on the edge of the bed. My vision wanes for a few minutes before it clears and I can see it’s Ko, my best friend and former Riza cadet. She rests a hand on my arm and tells me, “He’s still in surgery.”

“What?” I sit up and bring a hand to my forehead. A couple of small bandages cover a lumpy wound there. My mind is foggy, but little by little it reconstructs the sequence of events which landed us here.

Without warning the door swung open and Holden Pratt—the man who held me captive after Riza soldiers apprehended me—stormed into the room brandishing a gun. His beady eyes were wild.

“There you are, my dear,” the lanky man hissed and approached me. “Did you think you could leave me, leave this place without me?”

I held my chin high and said boldly, “That was my plan, Holden.”

Zared, standing next to Asher, was behind his mother, Taa Aoki. I stood between Mark, a friend of Asher’s and also a Riza soldier, and an unknown female soldier with blonde hair. She was the only other person in the room with a weapon.

“No. It wasn’t your plan,” he drawled and made eye contact with Taa. “This was your doing, Dr. Aoki.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” her voice shook, and she took a step backward.

Holden pushed past me and headed for Taa. “You engineered the switch between Tru and her clone.”

“Where’s Shara?” I shouted. My clone, a brave girl who took my place so that I could escape, disappeared with Holden and no one knew where she was.

But my question went unanswered.

“Who’s side are you on, doctor?” Holden continued. “How long have you been working against me?”

Taa folded her arms across her chest and said in a trembling voice, “Dr. Pratt, you’re delusional. I received orders that Tru is to be transported to New Belle—”

“Stop lying!” Holden shouted, raised his arm, and cocked the weapon.

“Dr. Pratt, you don’t want to do this,” Taa pleaded.

He said, “No, but it’s necessary.”

There was a pop.

I screamed.

Zared fell down on top of Taa.

My heart raced.

“Seems like I’ve missed,” Holden mocked. “Oh well, we didn’t need him around anyway.”

My eyes locked on the grip of the weapon jutting out of the female soldier’s holster. I grasped it, without a second thought, and aimed at Holden.

“Love, you’re not going to shoot me.” His lips curled around the words.

“Think again.”

I squeezed the trigger. The slug tore a hole in his chest. Crimson bubbles erupted from his lips. Holden’s body slumped to the ground and the blood continued to flow from the wound.

I tore my eyes away from the sight of the dying man, my tormentor. Zared lay on the floor with Taa by his side.

“No, no, no, no,” I cried out and dropped to my knees.

Taa applied pressure to his chest. “We’ve got to get him to the medical wing. Too much blood… too much…”

I screamed out, “Somebody call for help!”

The female soldier tapped a device in her ear and called for medics.

Tears fell from my eyes. I grasped Zared’s hand. His eyes fluttered open. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey, yourself,” I choked out. “We’re getting help.”

He inhaled with difficulty. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Don’t talk. Save your strength.”

“What about…?” He tried to squeeze my hand.

Zared didn’t have to tell me who he meant. “Holden’s dead. He won’t hurt anyone else.”

All of a sudden the room shook. I covered Zared’s body with mine. Dust from the ceiling rained down on us. A heavy plastic smell filled my nose. My head and ears, which wouldn’t stop ringing, felt like they were stuffed with cotton. Something warm trickled down my face. I raised my hand. Blood.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. I lifted myself off Zared and checked for a pulse. It was still there, but getting weaker by the minute. My shirt was soaked with blood. Mine or his?

I knocked pieces of drywall off of him.

Asher crawled over to Ko. He said something to her, but I couldn’t make out the words. He turned to me.

I pointed to my ear.

Asher said something and left the room. Seconds later, he returned with a medic team. They placed Zared on a stretcher and started checking his vitals.

My eyes darted around the room. Taa stood near the medics and cried. Leon braced himself against a wall and held his bloody head. Griffin and Gliese stepped over fallen objects.

The fog in my ears dispersed just in time for another explosion. I covered my head as more dust and plaster fell from the ceiling. When the debris settled and my vision cleared, I saw we had a problem. Rebar and concrete blocked our only exit out of Taa’s room.

“The door was blocked. Ko, how did we get out?”

“There was another exit behind a set of bookcases. We got Zared out just in time. He’d lost a lot of blood by the time we made it here.”

I gasp and touch my chest. Before Zared was brought to the medical wing, my top was covered in blood. Someone was kind enough to change me out of the garment. I’m wondering who put me in the plain, dark T-shirt.

“You’re welcome,” Ko states. “I asked one of the nurses for a clean top for you.”

“Thanks.” I dread my next words, but I have to know how he’s doing. “How is Zared?”

Ko’s eyes glisten and she speaks softly, “I won’t lie to you. He’s in bad shape, Tru. I heard the doctor mention something about internal bleeding, no exit wound.”

I’d hoped my memory was a dream. Pain grips my chest and I can’t breathe. Please God, no panic attack. I lay my cheek against the cool, soft pillow.

The torture I endured at North Woods doesn’t compare to the agony my body experiences. I fought hard to stay sane through the mental torture Holden put me through—pumping me full of truth serum, his heinous attempt to get me to talk by unleashing a room full of spiders, and then leaving me cold and wet in a frigid room trying to freeze the truth from me. My only thought, every day in captivity, was being reunited with Zared. And now… No. It can’t…it won’t end this way.

“Tru?” Ko’s voice sounds so small, so distant. “You doing okay? You were out cold when Asher brought you in here.”

I shrug. The tears burning my throat keep me from speaking.

“The doctor said you have a concussion. That’s why you’re in this room.”

“I’m fine, Ko.” I sniff. “I just have a headache.”

“Yeah, about that… Taa wouldn’t let the doctor give you anything for it. Is there something you want to talk about?”

Taa must think I’m allergic to aspirin, but they could have given me a fucking Tylenol. Okay, that’s a little harsh. Her mind is with her son’s well-being. The world doesn’t revolve around me.

Regarding Ko’s offer… There’s absolutely nothing I want to talk about. The man I love might die, I’m not a hundred percent sure about his mother, and according to the latest news stream, the country is on the verge of chaos. Why would I want to talk about any of that? My limbs shake and my stomach lurches. A sudden wave of nausea rocks my core. I leap off the bed and run for a wastebasket in the corner.

The door to the room creaks open. A pair of high heels click across the vinyl floor. Orange blossoms mixed with sweat tickle my nose,  and I’m puking again.

“Ko, can you give us a minute alone please?” asks Taa.

“Tru?” A hand lands on my shoulder. I slump against the wall and notice Ko standing beside me. My friend’s dark, almond-shaped eyes search my face for an answer.

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before I realize how gross that is, and then wipe my hand on my leg. Shit, that’s not any better. “It’s okay. See if you can get an update on Zared for me?”

“Sure,” she answers and leaves me alone with the woman I’m beginning to believe might be more dubious than my mother ever was. Although she seemed to have my best interests at heart before I escaped North Woods, her constant asking about the SIM card keeps me perplexed.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Taa pounces on me. A flicker of irritation shines in her eyes. “Throwing up again?”

Right now is not the time for her veiled accusations. I’ve already begun connecting the dots on my own. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“Sorry. You don’t get to make that decision. This is what I tried to warn you about before I injected you.”

For a brief moment, my thoughts drift back to the night Holden assaulted me. Taa did me a favor and administered a Plan BII injection to prevent a pregnancy by him. But she cautioned that the emergency contraceptive might not have an effect if I was already pregnant. At the time, I had faith in the fact that Zared and I took precautions. We only had sex once so I assumed that stress was playing havoc with my body. Now I have my doubts. A baby would complicate our lives too much.

Taa continues her rant, “Tru, if you’re pregnant, what do you plan on doing about it?”

I lift my head and glare at her. The woman’s cold eyes and stiff posture remind me of a dog ready to strike. The pounding in my head makes me wish for something, anything, to quiet her down.

I push myself off the wall and walk back to the bed. “Not now, Taa. Can I focus on Zared’s recovery before making any decisions?”

Taa ignores my request and persists on pushing me for an answer like I’m the only one responsible for my pregnancy. Last time I checked, the New Order hasn’t found a way for women to impregnate themselves. “When was your last period?”

Good question. I haven’t given it much thought other than I hadn’t had one in quite some time. The last one was before I ran into Zared. “How long was I locked up for?”

“A month,” she responds flatly with her arms folded over her chest.

I drop my head in my hands. Hard to believe that so much time has passed since I entered the abandoned military compound turned prison. Halloween, my favorite holiday, and possibly Thanksgiving have passed. It seems like only yesterday when Zared and I started this foolhardy mission together. Another wave of nausea, like hot lava, threatens to erupt and I lie down wishing it would fade away. Of course, it doesn’t and I’m back with my head over the wastebasket.

This time I don’t use my hand. Taa gives me a towel.

“So, when was your last period?” she asks again.

“At least a month. If your timeline is right, it would have been September.”

“It’s still early. You have options since you’re in the first trimester,” she insists.

I know what she’s getting at, but as far as I’m concerned there are no options if Zared dies. He’s my priority, not someone I’ve never met. I turn my head and regard her for a moment. It occurs to me that Taa could care less about this baby and what Zared and I want to do about it. I have no idea, though, why my decision is so important to her.

“Taa, do me a huge favor and get the hell out.”

Her eyes blaze with disbelief. “What did you say?”

I face her and square my shoulders. Listening to her badger me at this moment is making my headache worse. “I don’t need to hear ‘I told you so’. My only concern is Zared getting better. Until that happens nothing else matters. You and I? We have nothing to discuss. So once again… Get. The. Hell. Out.”

Taa flinches and reaches for the doorknob. She turns to me before leaving. “Contrary to your belief we have plenty to discuss. When you’re ready, come find me.”

She steps out and Ko pushes back into the room.

“You okay?” Concern is all over her face. I wonder if she overheard any of my conversation with Taa.

“Yeah. Just peachy.” I flop down on the bed. I’m not ready to share a possibility with Ko. For once, I’ll keep my problem to myself. But I have to wonder is it really a problem? After all, Zared loves me. He’ll recover and we can have our happily ever after.

I close my eyes and try to picture the three of us as a family—a chubby faced, little boy with Zared’s handsome features would be nice, or a talkative, little girl who would be her daddy’s little princess. Normalcy. Something I’ve wanted for a long time and something we both need.

Hell, who am I kidding? I drop my head, clasp my hands together, and stare at the floor. My picture-perfect family won’t happen in the AR, not as long as the New Order rules. This is a country where happiness can no longer thrive, where people struggle just to make it each day.

Ko pads toward the bed and asks in a careful tone, “Are you—”

“Shhh.” I hold my hand up.

Taa’s slightly accented voice drifts in from the hall. “I thought you would like to know what happened today… I was nearly killed…”

Her voice fades off as she moves away from the door.

“Didn’t that sound like a phone call to you?”

“Possibly,” Ko says.

“Think you can find out who she’s talking to?”

“I’ll try,” she answers and ducks out of the room.

My lucky number is 11. Add up all the favorite numbers of the authors on Team Blue and you’ll have the secret code to enter for the grand prize!


To keep going on your quest, you need to check out the next author, Paula Stokes!


Before you go, consider entering my own mini Rafflecopter giveaway! I’m offering a few copies of my books in e-book form (mobi, epub, or PDF) and two digital audiobooks!
  • One e-book copy of TOUCH OF FONDNESS, a NA steamy contemporary romance
  • One e-book copy of TOUCH OF HEARTACHE, a NA steamy contemporary romance
  • One e-book copy of A LOVE FOR THE PAGES, my NA sweet contemporary romance
  • One digital audiobook copy of A LOVE FOR THE PAGES
  • One digital audiobook copy of TOUCH OF FONDNESS

(If you already have the prize you win, you’re welcome to select another one of my books as a substitution.)

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Stay in Touch Triple Cover Reveal!

Stay in Touch Books 2-4 (Covers by Berto Designs)

It’s cover reveal day for the rest of the books in my Stay in Touch series! I’m also dropping the blurb for the next book, Touch of Heartache. Remember that these books take place concurrently and can be read in any order!

Title: Touch of Heartache

Series: Stay in Touch (Book 2)

Author: Joy Penny

Publisher: Snowy Wings Publishing

Publication Date: 12/5/2017

Four friends. Four college grads. Four people figuring out that life doesn’t always turn out the way you expected.

Just weeks before graduating, Lilac Townsend throws away her elementary school teacher job offer in Minnesota to work in Florida at the official resort of her favorite vacation spot, Tildy World. Pushing down all second thoughts, she fills her mind with visions of sunny beaches and Tildy Tapir, the cartoon character who always promised to make her childhood dreams come true. Unfortunately, between a sleazy boss and a community college student in a character suit who manages to fray her last nerve, Lilac soon learns that working behind the scenes at the park is hardly “happily ever after.”

Nolan Gregosky had plans after graduating high school a few years back: go to college, join a fraternity, and make some memories before earning a degree. Instead, tragedy sidelined those dreams, but his job posing for pictures with drooling, snot-nosed kids as Silly Sandgrouse gives him a chance to unload some pent-up energy. When the stunning but uptight new assistant manager at the resort proves a distraction in more ways than one, Nolan realizes it’s up to him to show her what it means to eat, live, and breathe life at the park.

A relationship at this unsteady stage of their lives might not be the brightest idea for either of them, but it’s hard to ignore that tingling sensation whenever the paths of this plush-suit beast and naïve beauty collide.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/ book/show/34873132-touch-of- heartache

Stay in Touch Book 3 (Touch of Comfort, Gavin’s story) and Stay in Touch Book 4 (Touch of Romance, Pembroke’s story) out in 2018

Catch up with Touch of Fondness, Book One in the series, out now!

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33526180-touch-of-fondness
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B06VVHW2FQ/
Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/touch-of-fondness-joy-penny/1126189855?ean=9781946202185


Cover Reveal: Touch of Fondness

I’m excited to share this beautiful cover for the first book in my Stay in Touch series, TOUCH OF FONDNESS! This design was crafted by the talented Berto Designs.


The book, published by Snowy Wings Publishing, is releasing May 2nd. You can pre-order the e-book (a Kindle exclusive) for just 99¢. The price goes up May 9th! There will be a paperback edition available more widely, but you can’t pre-order it yet.

Pre-order on Amazon or add to Goodreads

A Love for the Pages Gets a New Cover!

As soon as I saw the image used on the cover for A Love for the Pages, I knew it was the perfect one. (I even wrote a scene to go along with it that’s probably my favorite.) However, the overall presentation of the image left a bit to be desired. I decided that for 2016, A Love for the Pages will get a new cover that still makes use of that same image but gives it a little more pizazz. It may take a bit for the online stores to update their listings, and I need to do some extra work to get the paperback to match, but what do you think?

a love for the pages ebook sample


a love for the pages audiobook sample