I am beyond thrilled to announce that EVERLY has been optioned for TV and Film by AF Creative Media and Goldenberg Productions! 

This is a dream come true! Thank you to all the parties that made this happen!

This year I had the honor of joining the LOVE IS ALL family by contributing a short story for their second volume. My story is called "Tell Me More" and it is a modern day retelling of Grease! 

All of the proceeds of this book will go to a LGBTQ organization, the William Way LGBT Community Center. 

Here's a little synopsis of my story: 

In this modern retelling of Grease, Adam and Chase try to turn their summer love story into a fall relationship, because love like theirs only comes once in a blue moon! 
🚘👬
Adam Daniels just had the best summer. When he wasn’t belting out showtunes to the adoring resort guests, he was in the arms of Chase Sanders, the boy who fixed the cars at the seasonal lakeside resort. They were hopelessly devoted from day one.
As the world’s most perfect summer came to an end, Chase got on a plane to go home and Adam went back to school with a broken heart and tears on his pillow. What the couple didn’t know was that a change in plans would put Chase at the very same school as Adam that fall!
Adam and Chase’s perfect summer romance will be put to the test as they realize that summer nights and school days are vastly different things in the world of young love. 

Like many writers, I don't LOVE when I have to get my picture taken. My last photos were taken right before my first book came out and my hair was down to the middle of my back and I was denying my curls their rightful place in this world. It was time for an update!

Check out my new author and promo photos (taken by Out of Focus Photography)! 

Hey everyone! I will be at Kenosha Creative Space in downtown Kenosha on August 25th from 3-7PM! Come grab a copy of Everly with the new cover or just come say hello! 

Hey everyone! Book 1 in The Everly Series has a fancy new cover! Two of my personal heroes read EVERLY and gave me some great cover quotes! (I am still in shock!) This cover also features the award seals I won since the book was first published. 

If you are wondering why the cover itself has changed, my publisher (and myself) really wanted the cover to reflect the darker tone of the book. My cover artist, Don Kramer did an amazing job!

Book 2 of The Everly Series, ROSEWOOD BURNING has a cover too! Watch for that cover reveal on PureFandom.com soon! 

​Grave Confessions
Part Three: Allison
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It was nearly night. The cemetery would be dark soon, but that was fine with me. I liked the dark nights here, when the animals would leave their hiding spots and roam free. It felt more like the Beacon Hills I used to know, when I was still alive.
My name is Allison Argent and I am dead.
It was always good to remind myself of that, just in case. When my friends weren’t here, it was easier for my memories to slip, and I never wanted to forget who I used to be.
It felt like ages since Lydia had visited and planted the marigolds that now surround my gravestone, but I never really knew how much time had passed between moments like that.
Time meant nothing to me, which was the best and the worst thing about being dead.  
I heard a rustling, followed by the low rumble of a truck pulling closer. The familiar green truck pulled off of the paved path and sat parked on the grass in front of the line of trees that stood across from grave.
I had seen the truck before. It was the landscapers who took care of the property. A short, husky man I didn’t recognize hopped out of the truck, holding a phone to his ear.
“Okay, all of them?” He asked before he slammed the truck door. He nodded as the person on the other end was likely talking.
“Yeah, I agree. Better safe than sorry. We’ll have them cleared out by next week.”
He paused.
“This weekend? I have my nephew’s graduation.”
He switched the phone to his other ear and put a hand on his hip.
“Yeah, I understand. I just – yeah, okay,” the man replied. His shoulders slumped as let out a sigh. “I will start cutting them down tomorrow.”  
No.
The trees were the only way I could talk to Lydia! She said she could hear my voice when the wind rustled the leaves of the trees. They can’t cut them down!
I need these trees!
The landscaper continued his call and walked back to the truck. He grabbed a canister and spray painted a giant “X” on the tree closest to my grave.
Stop! You can’t do this!
He went to the next tree, clearly unable to hear me. And why would he? Lydia was the only person who could.
Hey, landscape guy! My banshee best friend can only hear me because of these trees! You can’t cut them down!
Shut up, Allison. You sound like an idiot.
Actually, I didn’t sound like anything. Dead girls couldn’t be heard by the living.
Well, except one.
I looked on as the landscaper painted his final “X” on the last tree in the cemetery. It felt like the actual last nail being hammered into my coffin. If nobody could see or hear me – I really would be gone. I needed to do something.
Maybe I could scare him away?
It was a stupid idea, but it was my only idea. I got closer to the landscaper as he walked back to his truck. I had never tried to scare anyone, but if it kept the trees here, it would be worth it.
Um, boo!
I cringed at myself as I waved my arms around in front of the landscaper.
Great, Allison. You are officially the worst at this.
Despite Lydia making me watch Ghost a dozen times when I was alive, I had never actually been able to move things in death like they did in the movie. But that wasn’t going to stop me from trying.
I moved myself between him and the door. He reached out to grab the door handle and paused for a moment. He pulled his hand back quickly.
Yes!
He looked at his palm for a few seconds and shivered.
 “Okay, you win,” he said.
Yes! Now go away and never come back!
“Yep, I will start clearing them out tomorrow,” the guy said as he opened the truck door, hopped in and slammed it shut.
No.
I watched the truck back up. It was dark now and as he turned the truck around, his headlights hit the doomed trees, casting giant moving shadows all over the cemetery.  
I felt a wave of panic wash over me and for the first time since my death, I was truly afraid.
I will be lost forever now.  
That’s when I heard a scream in the distance - one that was all too familiar.
It was Lydia. 

(all character rights to Teen Wolf/MTV) 

There will be a new review of "Everly" in the August 2017 issue of the Midwest Book Review online book review magazine "Small Press Bookwatch"! 
 
Here is the review:
  
Everly
Meg Bonney
Pandamoon Publishing
 
Critique: A wonderfully entertaining read from beginning to end, "Everly" reveals author Meg Bonney's undeniable gift as a fantasy novelist with a genuine flair for originality, deftly crafted characters, and a memorably unpredictable storyline replete with unexpected twists and turns. Certain to be an enduringly popular addition to community library Action/Adventure Fantasy Fiction collections, it should be noted for personal reading lists that "Everly" is also available in a digital book format (Kindle, $2.99).

When I write, sometimes it helps me to put together some images to remind me of the characters. Here are some of the character images that I made for EVERLY book 1! 

​Grave Confessions
Part Two: Lydia
The slam of a car door in the parking lot broke the silence of the cemetery that windy morning. The birds shuffled from the ground and flew up into the trees, as her high heels clicked across the pavement.   
Lydia.
She stopped at the foot of my grave and pressed her bright red lips together. She didn’t look at my headstone like Stiles had, instead, she looked around, her eyes wide. She cleared her throat and shook her head.  
“Quiet please.”
Banshee stuff.
Lydia lifted her chin and let out a long sigh through a small part in her lips. She didn’t look as comfortable here as Stiles had and didn’t visit nearly as often but I knew she’d come today. She finally focused on my headstone for a few moments. Her eyes welled.
Don’t cry, Lydia.
“Hi Allison.” A tear rolled down her cheek.
She always cried when she came to visit. Especially the first time. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. I watched her eyes trace the letters on my headstone but her sadness switched to annoyance when her focus landed on the wilted flowers that Stiles had left.
Her eyebrow shot up.
“Stiles,” she said and shook her head. “I know I should say it’s the thought that counts, but something tells me these flowers were not given to him willingly.”
Lydia rolled her eyes but a slow smirk crept on her face. She softly bit her lower lip as if to keep from smiling even more.
Stiles could always make her smile.
Some things never change.  
She sniffled and crossed her arms before looking to the left, then to the right at the headstones on either side of mine.
“Pretty flowers.” Each had flowers planted at the base of the headstone and they were in full bloom this time of year. 
Lydia let out a huff and titled her head and bent down. She picked up the flowers Stiles had left. “Oh, Stiles. A for effort.” She set them on top of my headstone.  
Then, her green eyes darted back and forth. She looked up toward the sun and checked her phone. I could see the wheels turning in her head and in an instant she was gone.
Just me again.
I wasn’t sure how long she was gone but before I knew it, she had returned.
Her strawberry blonde curls bounced as she walked to my headstone with purpose. In her hands she held a black tray of bright, yellow flowers. A canvas bag swung from the bend in one arm, her purse on the other. She set them all down on the grass.  
What are you doing?
“You need flowers. Now, I have never done any gardening before this very moment, nor do I have any experience in botany, but it’s biology. I got an A in AP Biology,” she said quickly in her raspy voice. “I will not have my best friend’s grave being the only one without decent flowers. Not that the ones pulled from someone’s yard by my cheap but well-meaning boyfriend, aren’t decent, of course.”
Her cheeks reddened.  
Finally.
She smiled as she unpacked the shopping bag. Each item she pulled out still had a price tag attached to it. She didn’t even bother to remove the tag from the green gardening clothes before slipping them on.
“Okay, so based on the amount of sun and the heartiness of the species, I went with the Tagetes patula.” Lydia explained. “Marigolds, if you aren’t familiar with the Latin term.”
Lydia took the small hand shovel and began digging in front of my headstone, making a small dirt pile off to the side. “These will hold up well and your Dad won’t have to do too much. Just water and pick off the dead heads. I will email him the care instructions when I get home. Or maybe I’ll just send them to Scott’s mom.”
She pulled the first cluster of flowers out and placed the clump of dirt that hung under them into the ground. “This color is perfect. And they are French Marigolds, which seemed fitting.”
She continued digging and planting. Digging and planting.
There was a gentle calm to her that I hadn’t noticed the last time she visited. She was always confident and strong but now, she had an ease to her too.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she meticulously placed each flower into the ground.
“There,” she said when the tray was empty.
She sat back on her heels and pulled her green gardening gloves off, letting them fall to the ground. Her smile fell as she sat back with her legs tucked under her. She stared at my headstone as the breeze caught her hair.
“I miss you, Allison.” Lydia pursed her lips.
I miss you too.
“It still doesn’t feel real. Not that anything in our lives is really all that centered in reality,” she pointed her finger. “But this. You. That still feels like a really bad dream.”
Give it time.
Lydia sighed and pulled a bottle of water from her bag. As she took a drink, a buzz came from her purse. Lydia pulled her phone out and smirked as she clicked the speaker button.  
“Hi Miechy!” She said and set the phone down.
“Lydia, you know I hate that nickname, right?”
“I know, but it’s adorable when I say it, isn’t it?” She grinned mischievously at her phone.
“Everything is adorable coming from those lips. Where are you, it sounds windy.”
“Oh, I have you on speaker because my face is all sweaty.” She looked at her hands. “Ew, and these gloves were a terrible investment because there is dirt under my fingernails.”
“What? Are you okay?” His tone changed to worried. “Where are you?”
“I’m fine. Just visiting Allison.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay, do you want me to come there?”
“No, no, I’m just finishing up. You can meet me at my house if you want,” Lydia replied.
“I’m already here.”
She leaned closer to her phone. “Good. I’ll meet you in the shower.”
Stiles mumbled incoherently. “Yeah, um, okay, yeah.”  
“Love you. See you in a few.”  She clicked the phone.
“That’s still too fun.” Lydia said as she tossed her phone back into her purse.
Lydia poured water from her water bottle onto the golden flowers and saved herself one final sip. She gathered her supplies onto the tray and hooked her purse and the canvas bag on her arm before she stood.
She waited until the wind rustled the trees one more time.
Tell my Dad that I love him. And Scott. Tell him too.
“I will.” Lydia replied softly.
Bye Lydia.
She looked up at the trees but they were still. The wind had died down again and all that I could hear were the birds chirping.
And judging by the look on her face, I knew that’s all she could hear too.  
“Bye Allison.”
And then she was gone.
 
(All rights to Teen Wolf and the characters to MTV) 

I'm currently writing book 2 of the Everly Series, called Rosewood Burning. Writing is going well, but I really need your help naming a character. This character will play a big role in the events of Rosewood Burning but that's all I will tell you about them (for now). 

So how do you enter? Well, that's the extra fun part! Make a meme/GIF/graphic/video using a quote from EVERLY book 1 and email it to contact@megbonney.com. I will pick my favorite and name a character after you in Everly Book 2: Rosewood Burning! 

Limit 2 entries per person please! Make sure you credit Everly by Meg Bonney on the graphic, as well as your name or twitter handle. 

I will pick a winner 4/10 and I will share all of your awesome creations here on my website and on my twitter.