My favorite things thurday throw out!

I have discovered some things in the past week. First, it pays to have friends that tell it like it is. Second, it helps to know ALOT of people who love to read. Finally, never doubt your own instincts.
I did not trust my gut, and now i am afraid I will have to work even harder to get Muse out. It is OK, I would rather put in the extra time to get it right.

I have a new beta helping me out on one of my projects. She has the thing done( on her end) after one week. I am pretty sure she gave me whiplash, but I like it.  Hoping to get together to discuss soon, but it is hard to make time. So as far as that goes, I am just excited to have her at this point...freaking awesome <3!

This week I am doing something different, I am breaking one of my primary rules about my throwout. I am going to share one of my favorite scenes from one of my books.  I hope you like it as much as I do!



Scarred


“How long have you been standing there?” He asks.
“Long Enough” I say turning my face to the floor as the tears start streaming.
“So you saw?” He whispers. I nod. “I will be gone before you get up, I won’t bother you anymore.” He turns toward the spare bedroom grabbing his cloths.
“Why would you say that?” I squeak through heavy tears, still unable to face him.
            I hear him stop. “You are crying, weather out of fear or pity it does not matter. The sight of me drives you to tears. I will go in the morning, so you don’t have to look upon this deformity again.”
            I straiten and face him, angered by his assumption. “You think I am so shallow that a few scars would change my opinion of you?” I stomp over and look him directly in the eyes. “You think so little of me that you think this;” I grab his hand and rip back the sleeve of the night shirt, forcefully throwing his arm back at him. “would make me not want to be around you.” I step back and narrow my eyes at him. “You know far less about me than you think you do Brayden Dayton”. I spit his name at him. “I am not crying out of pity, or fear! I am crying because I just saw the most beautiful man in the world almost naked in my living room. I cry because I see the pain you endured when you held my brother as he bled to death. I cry because you refused to let him go until he drew his last breath. I cry because they are the most beautiful scars in the world, and you hide them because you’re ashamed. I cry because I want to kiss every inch of that scar and let you know I love you more because of them, rather than in spite of them.” I stop my impassioned rant and throw my hand over my mouth.
            Shit did I just say that!
 
I love this story...I hope you guys feel the same!! Please don't give up hope, I will get a book BACK out soon. Please come back next week, and like and share on facebook.

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