The Thursday Throw Out





Welcome to another addition of the Thursday throw out. I have been working hard the past week at formatting BOTH Muse and Scarred and am working on edits as we speak. I finished Scarred earlier this week and am now doing my best to work on some edits and formatting the two for kindle. I truly cannot wait so I have embarked on another read through of both books hoping I can catch some of my punctuation edits, which I believe to be my biggest weakness.
Still would like a volunteer to copy edit, or do a read through of Scarred for me. Please let me know if you are able to help. I would appreciate it. I hope that soon I will be able to pay a professional for their services…until then alas; I rely on the kind hearts of friends. My little girl said to me “Mama, why do you spend so much time on your laptop?” my response was “Because one day I want to be able to be able to spend a lot more time with you.” This made her smile, and then she said, “I know you will be good at this mom, you are good at everything.” Man I love that kid (tear).
On to the teasers.

Scarred 

 Stella

Brayden offers me a drink and excuses himself to the kitchen. I walk around the beautiful library looking at the titles and volumes adorning the shelves. Many look to be first editions, if not extremely old. There is a smattering of shelves that display ornate glass pieces, or precious family heirlooms. I find a beautiful carnival glass vase that catches my eye. It is tall and purple, with the signature carnival glass fruit pattern, and iridescent sheen. I pick it up and inspect it closer noticing its weight. It reminds me so much of my grandmother it makes me sad. I return it to its rightful place on the shelf and walk to the small kidney shaped Queen Anne desk by the window. There are several black and white pictures positioned around the desk, obviously of relatives. Near the center are two color pictures. One grainy, looking like it was taken in the 80’s, of a boy and his father. The other picture was of a group of young men in military fatigues standing in the desert.  I instantly recognize Brayden and his shocking green eyes. Then my eyes lock on the man to his side. Feeling the tears starting to well in my eyes, I lift the frame for a closer look.
“That was taken a week before the accident.” Brayden whispers from behind me.
Muse Vol.????
Seth
As I sat eating my lentil soup, happily watching the young co-ed girls walk by, I was startled by a familiar voice just behind me. “Here is your check ma’am can I get you anything else today.” My blood iced over. It was as if a ghost from my past had taken a seat at the table with me. I had not heard that voice in two decades. The last time it told me it never wanted to see me again. I carefully turned my head toward the table behind me. There she was, Antheia, the love of my life.

Well that is it for the week hope you enjoyed. Please like and share. Continue to do so on Facebook for entries for my give away. 
until next time

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