Throwback thursday!!

Hello all,
 Its Thursday and here I am , back in the Blog post writing game! I have been overly busy and have not had time to work on much. I have been spamming social media with My book links, to no avail, but I am hopeful that if I continue to persevere people will come around. I get that it is kind of a niche genre so not every one's cup o tea. Any way, I titled this weeks throwout the throw back.. Because I cant remember if I posted this tidbit  before....and don't want to search my archives.. hehe.

Before I throwout the throw back I would like to ask all of my readers if they could please leave a review on my book at amazon, Kobo, or Nook. It helps me gain exposure and boost sales..which are lackluster at this point. The links to purchase muse are----> on your right so please check it out!!! thanks again!!


Muse Vol 2



“I don’t get it…” Jema muses, “Stella practically had to beat the men off of her on campus. How could Jesson be her first love?”
“He’s not.” The voice of my sister Urania, or Katie as she wanted to be called now, rings from somewhere beyond Jema. “Eros was.” She says matter-of-factly.
I can feel Seth’s head snap toward the door, and hear Jema gasp. I can’t believe that they are having this conversation with me in the room. I inwardly cringe as Katie continues with her monologue.
“Erato has loved Eros since they were kids. She hung on his every word, followed him everywhere for years. When Eros fell in love with Antheia she changed, became withdrawn, her usual loving, compassionate nature started to fade. Then when he married Psyche, Erato hardened.
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