THURSDAY THROW OUT


            Welcome to the Thursday throw out! I once again want to thank everyone for their continued support. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate every single one of you. Please share my blog on Facebook and like my author page to continue helping get my name out there. I will be awarding the free e-copies the second Muse goes live on Amazon. I will accept entries until the final is uploaded and waiting to go live.

            Another wonderful week of life has gone by in the blink of an eye. Any day you can get up, breath air, and function is a good one no matter what else goes on! I am feeling renewed and an doing my best to soldier fourth with my writing. I hope to have Scarred done soon and will be looking for a beta to read through and do some copy editing. YOU MUST be serious, love the young adult romance genre, and love to read! Inbox my Star Kava Author Facebook page if interested.

            ß------- Notice the tentative cover for
Scarred posted to your left  <3 <3  PROGRESS!!


On to the Teasers

Muse Vol. 2

Stella

Trapped in my own head, I mentally flog the entire situation. Of course, you did not know, you were too self-absorbed to care about anything except what is hanging in your pants. You looked at everyone BUT me, how do you think that made me feel. Now that I have finally moved past it all, my sister outs me as if it is nothing. I waited for you for millennia, and when I finally find someone who claims my heart, your psycho ex-wife takes him away from me. Talk about poetic justice.

Scarred

Israel  at Sky Bar

“Hello Israel,” A deep baritone voice booms from behind me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Run! My brain screams. I cover the last few steps to the restroom door in less than a second and push open the door flooding the hall with bright fluorescent light. I glance backward before bounding through the door.

About three yards behind me is Brayden Dayton, looking shocked and amused at my sudden attempt to flee. I peeked around the doorframe staying safe within the light of the bathroom.  The corner of his mouth twitches and I can tell he is fighting the urge to laugh at me.

“Do you mind?” I snipe “I need to use the restroom.”

“Be my guest,” he says flourishing toward the door with a grin. I catch a hint of a dimple in his chin.

 
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