Thursday throw out


 It’s that day again! Another Thursday throw out for all of your reading needs! I may start to merge into my new volume of muse that I am now working on during these posts, mainly because I am trying to avoid giving away too much. Not that what I have shared is the main highlights of the stories, in fact I avoid sharing my favorite parts. I don’t want you, my readers, to buy a book you have been following and then find you read all the good parts already…Like they do so well in movie commercials. So in order to maintain variety I may include pieces of all three of the books in progress at this point.

I decided last week that I need some serious help with this blog page. And since I am horrible at fancy computerstuffs (not a word but I am going to make it happen ;D) I am going to need to enlist some help to do so. You would think with as many peeps as I know in computers I would be able to get something done, but oh well, I will figure it out. Additionally, I am going to start a promotion. I am sure everyone is wondering when I am getting this thing off the ground. Since I appreciate everyone’s patients, and your continued support, I am going to create a post called guestbook. What I am looking for is all of my readers to comment with their name and e-mail address. If you are uncomfortable with this you can also like my Facebook page and message me the info with the word GIVEAWAY in the subject line. What pray tell are you doing this for??? Well when I finally get Muse released on KDP I will reward two lucky followers a $5 dollar Amazon gift card…basically because I have no clue how to give away an e-copy yet.  Wow how sad am I hehe. I eagerly await the days I am reading reviews for my books on Delphinia reads too much, and I am traveling the book conventions with my Idols Addison Moore, Jamie Mcguire, and Cassandra Clare.

BEEP BEEP back to reality

On to the throw outs, enjoy

Muse Vol. 2

Eros, Jema, Katie

“Can Immortals turn vegetable?” Jema asks from the door.

“Stella has never been through something like this, she has never given her heart away.” Seth says solemnly as he strokes my hair. I can hear the concern in his voice.

“I don’t get it…” Jema muses, “Stella practically had to beat the men off of her on campus. How could Jesson be her first love?”

“He’s not.” The voice of my sister Urania, or Katie as she wanted to be called now, rings from somewhere beyond Jema. “Eros was.” She says matter-of-factly.

 

 

Scarred

Jema

 

Shit! Eli!

            I pull off the garment bag and let it fall to the floor. The dress is gold lame and short, too short, like if I drop something I am not picking it up short. I shudder as I spin it around looking at the back. There are two large diamond shape cuts on either side from the shoulder to the rear. The front is exceedingly low cut and it is very apparent I am not going to be able to wear a bra. I really hate not wearing a bra, almost as much as I hate short dresses. I Love Eli but I really did not expect him to make me look like one of those famous for being famous sex tape chicks. I go over the contents of my closet in my brain, trying to determine if there was a save to this outfit. I remember a shirt I have, made from the same material, l and exhale with relief knowing that there is an out if I need it. I open the box and find a beautiful pair of gold suede pumps with eyelet accents proudly displaying PRADA inside the heel. I smile at them, these I could work with. Then I opened the LaPerla bag and retrieved a beautiful golden lace thong, silk stockings, and a couple of round fabric stickers. I flip them over and see that they are some sort of adhesive bra…makes sense Eli does think of everything.

 

 

Well that is it for this week. Hope you enjoyed. Please remember to like, share, and invite your friends to like my page. ENTER MY GIVEAWAY!!! Love you all

 

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