ThUrSdAy ThRoW oUt!


 

I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.

 ~Richard Wright, American Hunger, 1977

Let them leave language to their lonely betters
Who count some days and long for certain letters;
We, too, make noises when we laugh or weep:
Words are for those with promises to keep.

~ W.H. Auden, Their lonely betters, 1950

Welcome. I thought I would start this week with some words by better writers than I, that have been inspirational to me over the years. Feeling a little sentimental this week so I thought sharing would be appropriate. Hope all is well with my faith full followers this week. I am enjoying the weather change to fall here in Minnesota. As much as I love summer, Fall in MN is probably the best time for me.

I have been working more on Scarred in the past week. I am having a hard time getting away from Brayden and Israel and there magnetic pull on each other. I hope to have it completed and off to beta within the next week. I also want to have a cover concept ready to post by next week. I feel like I am making progress even though I am not getting results. I PROMISE that there will be a book published on KDP before the end of the year. If I have my way it will be before the end of October. So please DON’T LOOSE FAITH J

Since I have had ZERO entries for my giveaway(sad face) I am going to change the premise  of the entry. This week if you like and share my blog link on Facebook you will be entered. Then I will just contact you through the FB.  Little less painless and you don’t have to post any information. Hopefully this will drum up some interest. I really want to give out these amazon e-gift cards I have sitting in my account.

ON TO THE TEASERS!

Scarred

Israel

At exactly 8pm, the seat on my left noisily slides across the granite floor. Taking cue from the rest of the table, I stand and turn to face whom I presume is Brayden Dayton. I got a fleeting glimpse of Eli’s eyes bulging before I turned my head. Trying my best to be cordial I fixed a smile on my face only to come eye level with a broad well defined chest sheathed in a white cashmere turtle neck covered with a sharp Oscar DelaRenta blazer. I take a half step back and Crain my neck backward to meet the face of the brick wall standing at my side.

Holy Crap!

 

Muse Vol 1.

Stella and Jesson

Jesson wraps his wet body around me, I squeal like a little girl as his shorts drip cold water onto my legs and feet. He grips me tighter as I try to squirm away, and then captures my attention with a kiss. He pulls away when I am breathless and smiles down at me.

            “Hi;” he says and my cheeks pink. Jerking his head toward the patio door he asks; “what was that all about?”

            The blush on my face darkens and I drop my gaze to his chest. Why does this man do this to me? I must be head over heels, because I feel like a little girl when I’m around him. “Oh, I just got busted eye-fucking you by your dad that’s all.”

Thats it for this week
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