Hannah Murray

@hannahmwrites.bsky.social

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Author, pervert, former sex worker, data nerd. I write sexy books, can ignore bad news until it’s irrelevant, and I know how to tie you up. Bi/pan, cis, she/her

A notification from Uber on my home screen that reads: Identify as a Senior: choose to identify as a senior and decide if drivers can see it at pickup.
My Pitbull mix puppy shoving his dumb nose in the pink roses to try to eat the bees
Tomato upside down tart as described in the post. The edges are crispy golden pastry with darker trails of caramelized onions, the center has bright green flecks of basil among white chunks of mozzarella and all topped by trails of balsamic glaze and crispy prosciutto.
My laptop open on a table at the library, a piece of candy and my orange Stanley cup beside it.
A bronze looking statue of a hippo sitting cross legged with her hands resting on her knees in a meditation pose, in a yellow shopping cart.
Cropped screenshot of a Facebook add featuring a white woman who appears to be in emotional distress with the caption “nobody knows what helplessness feels like more than a woman who needs to be on a GLP-1 but can’t afford it”
A black and white photo of an older white woman with short hair wearing sunglasses with the caption: WOMAN FAKED BEING BLIND FOR YEARS TO AVOID SMALL TALK Instagram user losangelespunkrocker writes: A reported case from Madrid describes a woman who allegedly pretended to be blind for nearly 30 years, then later admitted she could see normally and had used the story to avoid social interaction. Family members reportedly noticed inconsistencies over the years, such as watching television and applying makeup without apparent difficulty.
A green bowl filled with golden toasted slices of baguette next to a yellow bowl filled with chopped tomatoes, chunks of fresh mozzarella and fresh basil, waiting to be mixed together.
Agatha, our brindle Mastiff, sitting on the concrete, looking up, tongue lolling on a sunny day
Brindle coated English mastiff, her head resting on my arm as she sleeps.
my laptop, open to my current manuscript, sitting on a table at the library with my orange Stanley cup to the right and some empty candy wrappers beside it.
My computer open on a table at the library, my orange Stanley cup to the right, jolly ranchers to the left.
Hugo, the beautiful monster (an apricot colored pittie mix puppy) napping on his side in a crate on a green and brown blanket with a red panda stuffie beside him.
My open laptop on a table at the library with my water bottle and a handful of jolly ranchers to the right and my ear buds case to the left
promo graphic that has the cover image for Wish I Might with Three Wishes, Book 2 at the top and OUT NOW at the bottom
Promo image for Wish I Might, white lettering on grayish blue background that reads "Planning a gang bang with the man who broke your heart is either the worst idea in the world, or the most unorthodox path to happily-ever-after ever. Either way, it's completely Bailey." In gold letters are "Wish I Might, June 9" along with images of the cover on an reader, phone, and paperback book.
Text message reads: Mom, this bacon is absolute perfection 1 billion out of 10
Small ramekin with steak & mushroom pie topped by puff pastry, golden brown with filling bubbling up at the edges, sitting on a white plate with clack and blue watercolor flowers painted along the edge.
My puppy, who looks and acts like Scrappy Do from the old Scooby Doo cartoons.
a picture of the puppy in question, a pittie mix who's tan/apricot colored with a black mouth and pricked up ears. he's sitting in the back of our car with our kid hidden behind him, her hands around his chest
A cyber truck wrapped in pink with roses and other tropical looking flowers printed all over it
A whole bunch of meat from Koegel’s: two pkgs of Vienna hot dogs, two pkgs of ring bologna and a pkg of regular bologna that my husband had shipped from Michigan because I miss it
Hugo, a 6 month old pittie mix who is apricot colored with a dark snout and a wrinkled face, lying in the sunshine on my bed
Old tweet from KD Casey reads: Sometimes people ask me if romance novels create unreasonable expectations of men. The answer is no. Middle inning relievers used with players on base create unreasonable expectations of men.
Epic or simply too long? I have written a fantasy book. A big one. It is in the region of 700,000 words. It is 109 chapters. Is this simply too long? Context. This book was created from collections of stories rewritten into a cohesive storyline. It seems perfectly natural to me when I read this, but as the writer it would. I have hopes to look for publishing in the traditional approach. Is the size off putting. Would this simply be rejected on this basis?
a promo image for Wish I Might that has the title in gold at the top across a grayish blue background, with the line "an old promise to a first love…and a second chance at happily-ever-after" with images of the book cover on an e-reader, a phone, and a paperback with On NetGalley Now written on the side
A puppy (Pitbull mix, apricot colored, 6 months old) snoring in my lap.
Refurbished GE refrigerator outside in pink
Four small bunt cakes on a wire rack over parchment paper, baked golden brown with little flecks of cranberry red.
A promo image for Smooches: A Romance Collection that reads Together for the first time in one collections: Just A Little Crush, Goldie & The Bears, Getting Lucky, out April 14 in ebook and print. It has images of the cover (a closeup of a woman's face in gray scale but bright pink sparkling lips that are pursed as though she's about to smooch something) on an e-reader, a phone and a paperback book
A photo of the inside of my dog’s mouth where you can clearly see tongue, lower teeth, upper teeth and upper palate.
Hugo, a six month old pittie mix, whining at the vets office so they’ll come love him.
My six month old pittie mix sitting on my purple couch, licking his nose and looking at me like “what? You left”
A photo of Brenda Jackson, a Black romance author wearing a gold jacket over a black shirt, glasses, red lipstick and holding a microphone while sitting at a table with a dark blue table cloth.
A photo of an egg sandwich from Egg Tuck with a fork sticking out of it, a Diet Coke next to it.
A photo of the Chicago skyline taken from E Walker Ave.
A promo image for Smooches - grey background, with images of the book cover (a closeup of a woman's face, lips pursed, in black and white except for the lips which are sparkly pink) on an e reader, a phone and a paperback book with Smooches at the top in pink to match the lips. Under Smooches it reads 'A Romance Collection' and together for the first time in one collection - Just A Little Crush, Goldie & The Bears, Getting Lucky
Last night I looked down at my right hand and saw a cluster of liver spots and almost died before I realized they were just streaks of chocolate from when I was scooping ice cream after dinner. Which is almost as funny as the time I thought my 3 month old baby had stigmata. Spoiler: she didn't.
Two layer carrot cake with icing in a light, toasted brown color in a pale aqua colored plastic cake tray on top of my stove.
A picture of Agatha, our brindle mastiff, lying facing away in our yard under a flowering bush.
Brindle mastiff lying on the wooden (vinyl plank) floor of the vet office
A small white, round ramekin filled with steak & mushroom pie, topped with puff pasty, sitting on a plate with a fork behind it.
Our brindle English mastiff sprawled out on the floor of the vet exam room, a red bandanna tied around her neck k.
A rectangular ramekin filled with steak & mushroom filling, topped with glossy, golden puff pastry
A rectangular ramekin filled with steak & mushroom filling, topped with glossy, golden puff pastry
A rectangular ramekin filled with steak & mushroom filling, topped with glossy, golden puff pastry
A rectangular ramekin filled with steak & mushroom filling, topped with glossy, golden puff pastry
A promo image for Smooches: A Romance Collection that reads Together for the first time in one collections: Just A Little Crush, Goldie & The Bears, Getting Lucky, out April 14 in ebook and print. It has images of the cover (a closeup of a woman's face in gray scale but bright pink sparkling lips that are pursed as though she's about to smooch something) on an e-reader, a phone and a paperback book
Hugo, our 5 month old pittie mix, sitting in the back seat of a car with his ears sticking straight up. Next to him is our kid in a long sleeved green shirt, her hair long and a gleaming caramel color in the sun, her arm around him. There’s a sticker of her face to conceal it.
A sunny table set with glasses of golden wine, white plates laden with food, and several pots in Le Creuset's new color Riviera which is a beautiful bluish green, almost a sea green, which I lust after in my heart.
A pic of Agatha, our brindle mastiff, sitting on the beach two years ago, her purple leash in the background
My 5 month old apricot colored pittie mix sprawled on a patch of green grass, half in the shade, ears sticking straight up, tongue out
My puppy, a pittie mix, is digging at my belly through the blanket over my lap, then switches to chewing on my foot through the blanket.
A photo of the afore mentioned blueberry bruschetta which is roasted blueberries over burrata with olive oil, pistachios and like, 6 small basil leafs which is in no way “a lot”.
A puppy took (a molar, I think, I am not well versed in the teeth of dogs) sitting on the back of my hand.
My ridiculous puppy, a pitty mix with apricot coloring and super dark eyes, keying in my lap on top of a gray blanket, looking at the camera with both ears sticking up.
Sweet calm puppy lying calmly on the couch.
The puppy sleeping on my lap and the laptop balanced on my left knee so I can still type.