THURSDAY THROW OUT!!!


            Well its Thursday, another week gone by, and my how time flies. I am finding the frustration of setting the goal of getting my first work out by the end of this month to be building. It seems there are not enough hours in the day to get all of the editing done the way it should be done. I have to bug my one copyeditor again soon to see how far she is. I again would like a volunteer for  Scarred if you should be so inclined.

            So here I sit trying my best to roll out some snippets that have substance but don’t give anything away. I am pretty sure that is the hardest part of the weekly blog. I need some new material in a hurry! Unfortunately I don’t want to start ( or proceed ) with anything new until I have something submitted for “print”..(is that what you call e-book format, does not sound right??)

            Anyhoo..I am kind of grumpy today, so  on to the teasers.

Scarred

Israel

I let out an audible groan as I pull out the now infamous salon certificate. This time there was an appointment card along with the signature handwritten note card from Dayton.

            Spa Gravitas Elite

            Appointment: Monday May 25th

          Time: 2 PM

This must have been returned to my office by mistake
While I was in Tokyo on business.
I took the liberty of making an apt for you.
I hope you enjoy your day

Brayden

            This man is certifiable. I sigh and set the gift certificate inside the tureen, heading off to bed.

Muse Vol. 1
Stella and Jesson

“What are you going to use your pre-med skills on me again?” I could not help the sarcasm, and at this point, I did not care if I was being rude. “I’m afraid that I’m not sick, I’m just having a REALLY bad day! Sorry to disappoint, but I don’t need saving today.” Jesson looked at me as if I had kicked his puppy. Offended was an understatement. He stood up like a shot and headed for the door not saying a thing. Oh no, what had I done? I jumped out of bed and followed him to the door. “Jesson, Wait!” I pleaded, tears already flowing from my eyes.  He stopped short as he was reaching for the door. My outstretched hand slammed into his chest as he turned around. I felt the warmth of his muscular arms wrapped in an oversized cable knit sweater as they folded around me. His cheek pressed against my forehead. “I’m sorry” was all I could say.

 

**interesting factoid I did not know until I was half way through writing Muse that Stella is Latin for Star… found that Ironic** If you find it Ironic too why don’t you share my blog (see what I did there hehe) Don’t forget to like and share to get entries into my giveaway.

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