Check out my new book!

It’s really hard to keep up with two different blogs, but I can’t bring myself to get rid of this one. If you’re interested in keeping up with my writing or are looking for a freebie read every now and then, make sure you’re following my blog, abiwalterswrites.

In the meantime, I know you’re dying to hear about my latest book! It’s called “Just You” and it’ the first book in a series about shifters. You don’t know about shifters? Let me introduce you to the magical world! My husband made fun of me for the longest time for being addicted to shifter romance, but after he read Just You, he’s dying for more. So if you’re like my husband, let me bring you to the dark side. We have sexy men who turn into bears!


I’m super proud of this book, and I’ve got to say, it’s my best story (and my best writing) so far. I switched over from third person to first person, which makes the plot so much more personable, I think. Anyhow. Ready to fall in love with a sexy mechanic who likes pancakes and just so happens to turn into a bear?

Escaping the ghosts that haunt her small Texas town after the loss of her best friend and nearly her own life, Callie Marshall ends up in the middle of Montana in a place named after bears. Her guilt and grief left her broken and alone- just what she wanted. She didn’t expect her table of burly lunchtime regulars to make her long for another life. She didn’t expect Parker.

Parker Oakley was drawn to the mousy waitress from the moment he saw her. Except, turns out she isn’t all that mousy and she definitely doesn’t need saved. After Callie’s true colors are shown, the shy waitress turned badass is the talk of the town. Parker thought he couldn’t get enough of her before, but he definitely can’t get enough of her now.

And when the ghosts of her past find their way from Texas to Brown Bear Valley, Parker will do anything to keep her safe. When his secret is revealed and the ghosts swallow Callie whole, their bonds are tested in ways neither expected.

Parker and Callie learn you can’t escape your past, but you can change your future…

Find it on Amazon

And as always, leave a review if you enjoy it!


Sneak Peak into Wildflower!

Hi, everyone!

I decided that I wanted to share the first chapter of Wildflower so you can decide for yourself if you want to read the story, since I keep badgering everyone about it. So here we go! The link below will open up Chapter One as a PDF. If you’re interested in more of Cole and Elle’s story, it can be found on Amazon for Kindle!



Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy their story!

I’m a published author!

Hi, everyone! I haven’t posted to this blog in a while. I’ve been busy, which is no excuse, but I’m back to share with you what has exactly been keeping me away from the blog. I’ve published TWO books in my absence here. If you’re a fan of romance, keep on readin’ cause you’re in for a treat.


My first book, Breaking All the Rules, is an erotic romance novel that tells the story of Mia Barnes, a PR agent at a record industry, and a prominent entrepreneur, Benson Ward. Benson is the typical rich playboy, and Mia, who is confident in her sexuality, has a specific set of rules for getting to the top of her career and staying there. Number one on that list is never mixing business and pleasure. Her experience with men in the music industry led her down a bumpy road, but when she meets Benson, everything changes… and he’s not exactly in the music industry… but their relationship turns into something neither of them expected as they find out who they are while discovering each other.

You can get Breaking All the Rules on Amazon for $2.99, or with Kindle Unlimited, for free!


Next up is Wildflower, a story of a girl, her best friend’s brother, and a decade of missed opportunities and stolen glances. Elle Haynes fell for her best friend’s brother when she saw his picture at their house, but he was five years older and already at college. That didn’t stop her from developing major feelings for the brooding and enigmatic Cole Knight. The night of his sister’s graduation party, everything changes. Elle and Cole share a night under the stars. Five years later on the night of his sister’s wedding, Cole has returned from his overseas trip and doesn’t remember who Elle is. She’s dedicated to keeping her secrets, and he’s not looking for a reason to stay in Holland Hills. However, an electric touch rekindles the memories of their night together, and the decision to leave becomes a whole lot harder. Elle doesn’t want to hold him back, but Cole isn’t ready to let go of her again… what happens when the summer draws to an end?

Wildflower is available on Amazon for $2.99 or for free with Kindle Unlimited!

If you check out my books, please review and rate them! I’d appreciate it, and it’ll do wonders in promoting my book. If anyone has any great reads for me to check out, send them my way and I’ll return the favor!

Sweet and Spicy Pork Chops

I used to hate pork. When I was younger it always seemed plain and chewy, which are two of the worst adjectives you can use when describing how meat tastes. Then I met Brandon’s family, and his mom made some delicious chops that have had me hooked on pork since. I love taking risks and experimenting with pork because flavor just seems to be drawn to the meat. That’s why when I saw this recipe I knew I had to try it (and I have some delicious cajun seasoning in the cabinet that I’ve been dying to use again). 


Sweet and Spicy Pork Chops

6 pork chops, thin and boneless
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 cloves garlic, minced
3 tablespoons brown sugar
1 teaspoon Cajun Seasoning (use less if you dont like a lot of heat)

DIRECTIONS:  Combine all of the ingredients in a large ziplock bag. Shake to mix and coat pork chops. Place bag in the refrigerator and marinate for 2-3 hours.

Heat an indoor grill pan or skillet to medium heat. Drizzle a little olive oil on the bottom of pan. (about 1 tablespoon)  Place 3 pork chops at a time onto the pan and cook 3-4 minutes on each side or until completely cooked.

Set cooked chops on a plate and tent with foil to keep warm while you cook the remaining pork chops.


When I tasted this, it gave me more of an Asian feel than Cajun. I even used the correct amount of seasoning. I’m not complaining- it was delicious, but I have it classified under Chinese takeout in my mind instead of spicy Cajun chops! This is one of the tastiest recipes I’ve had in a while. I was half tempted to eat Brandon’s (as I make dinner at 9pm or later, and this particular night he didn’t get off  until waaayyy later). Being the good wife I am, though, I waited patiently for him to get home and try his. 

In other news, I’ve been trying to post this for about a week and my blog kept messing it up. Don’t worry, I haven’t made a decision to stop posting! In fact, dinner is in the oven right now, so be expecting a new post soon! 

The Cover Up

Months ago, I made a post about my tattoos. A few posts later I talked about a wonderful offer from a friend to help pay to get one of the tattoos (in the original post I talk about how disgusted and embarrassed I am with the tattoo) covered up. This past Saturday, it finally happened. The monstrosity was covered. 

In high school, Kate and I were not really the closest friends. Or friends at all. We were people with overlapping friend groups who occasionally ran into each other. That’s not to say I didn’t think she wasn’t the coolest person alive- because I did. She could sing, she was confident, she was unique, and she knew how to party. We just never crossed paths in a way that would create a better friendship. But after graduation and over the years via social media we grew a little closer. I was still completely taken aback when she offered to pay for the cover up. We had never hung out before or anything, and here she was offering to help me with something that was making me ashamed of myself. I took her up on the offer.

It wasn’t until Saturday when we picked her up (we had to drive an hour and a half to her town) that I realized the strange bond we had. Kate hugged me and it was like we had been friends for a hundred years. For me, this was such a strange concept. I have always had a hard time making friends. I had the same tiny group of friends throughout high school and college, and after our falling out, I just had Brandon. On the car ride to my artist’s shop (another hour and fifteen minutes from her place) it was insane how much we “bonded”, if you want to use that term. Kate said something about how the best friends, and sometimes the closest friends, are the ones who you can go months without talking to and when you pick it back up, nothing has changed. We talked about everything on that drive, during the long 5 hours we were at the shop, and the drive back. It was like nothing had changed. No, it was like things changed for the better. 


I was not nervous going into the tattoo. I have a lot of other ones, and the ones on my back hurt the least. No big deal. I hadn’t taken into consideration that when you get a cover up, you have to saturate the tattoo over and over again. Oh, and the whole tattoos hurt more the older you get. I never knew at the ripe age of 20 I would be on the verge of passing out because of a tattoo, but Lord, I was. 

I should have known I was going to be in for a long ride when the outline itself hurt. Anyone with a tattoo knows the worst part is after you’ve taken a break and your skin settles and then you go back and start blasting it. I had that feeling, along with some pain I had never felt before, for the entire 4 and a half hours. I usually sit like a rock for my tattoos. I will talk and laugh. But with this; I was face down, biting my tongue, eyes squeezed tight, and my face was white. I’m sure that helped me focus on the pain only, but I couldn’t do anything but lie like that. It was like I had the worst sunburn of my life and he was digging into me with a knife over and over again. I had never felt that pain with a tattoo before, so it was shocking. 



I only looked at the outline, and after that I didn’t want to see it until it was done. A few people would poke their head in and talk about how gorgeous it was looking, and Kate and Brandon were especially happy- they were like school kids every time they looked at my back. 

When it was finally over, I could breathe. Then I looked at my back in the mirror. My ugly bird kitchen tattoo was no longer there. Instead was a beautiful piece by my favorite tattoo artist. There were colors I never would have imagined would be able to be a part of a cover up like mine. The tiny details blew me away, and still do. I don’t show my emotions well (plus I was exhausted from the tattoo), but I was so incredibly happy with the finished product. It was more than I could ever hoped for.


After the tattoo, we did our traditional Hardy’s run and took Kate home. We hung out there for a while and headed home. I am now 3 days into my recovery, and I have never felt this much discomfort from a tattoo before. I am sore, my skin is tight, and I can’t lift my arm or position it certain ways. But it was worth it. I have a tattoo that reminds me of gratitude, friendship, and love. The actual design has no significance or meaning for me other than that I like it. But the tattoo itself symbolizes a day I will never forget full of people I love.


Kate- thank you so much. I don’t know if I will ever be able to say it enough or express my feelings. I am really bad at showing how I feel in person, so I hope you know how blessed I am to have you in my life and to have you do something like this for me. It was the best gift I could ever receive. I have a new confidence, and that is all thanks to you. I can’t wait for it to be healed and on display in my wedding dress.

Brandon- thank you for being my taxi driver and my hand to hold. I won’t write a novel here because I would get entirely too carried away, but I love you. Thank you for everything you do and all you have done.

Brenton- you were the only person I trusted with this cover up. I have only gotten tattoos by you for almost three years. Your art continues to impress me, but what I enjoy the most about you is your dedication and friendliness. For all Ohio or non-Ohio people, Brenton owns and operates at a shop in Bucyrus, Ohio called The Tattoo Factory. He, Tori, and now Shannon are all great artists and are a great team. It is such a relaxing environment in there, and it’s always a good time.  

Pan Fried Pork & Second Dinners

Two weeks and two days after my surgery, and I finally cooked a meal! The first 5 days post surgery were a disaster that left me eating nothing. The following 3 days were bad, but I managed to eat some yogurt and cashews. I have increasingly been getting my appetite, as well as my excitement for food! Food is nice once it isn’t making you ill. The week from me being okay enough to eat until tonight was full of stopping by my mom’s house for dinner, eating frozen meals, and eggs (I am completely infatuated with eggs & it’s a little weird).

Today my mom, two sisters, Brandon and I went to see the venue to finalize some details and visualize decor. On the way back we stopped and got Chipotle. I was really nervous I’d get sick, but I am sitting fine! Knock on wood. Like I said, my appetite is back, so two hours later I was starving again. I had some pork in the fridge that sound fantastic. And the rest is history!


I never ate pork until I moved in with Brandon’s family. Now I’m a pork fanatic. His mom taught me how to cook it the right way (she taught me how to cook a lot, actually!). Since I didn’t want to break out the grill, I put some oil in the pan and let it heat up. While it was heating, I seasoned both sides of the pork with a lot of salt and pepper, as well as paprika and garlic powder. I cooked the pork on both sides for 3-5 minutes.


I also made green beans with bacon in them. We have macaroni salad from a few day old craving, so I used that as well. Voila! Quickie second dinner. Second dinner is a weird thing in my life. Brandon and I wake up between 10:45-1:00 every day since he works second shift and we don’t go to bed until 3-4 am. We skip over breakfast, and usually eat whatever within a half hour of waking up. Brandon will have a snack before work. Sometimes I eat dinner at my mom’s. If I am home, I just snack a bit until 8 or 9 when I cook dinner. When Brandon gets home at 1 in the morning, I eat some leftovers or just snack a little more. Our eating schedules are so incredibly messed up. I don’t know what is breakfast, dinner- whatever! I just go with it.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, the wedding is 43 days away!