Its thursday, hope your thirsty for some romance!

Hi all,

Well, since last week I have penned over 10k words on the erotica/romance book I am working on. Maybe this is what I need to get back on track with Muse. I also had to do a little scrambling to get a cover for Muse made. It turns out that the license I bought was not the right one. However, I have an awesome friend, Carrie Anderson, Makeing me a new one WITH the right license! So I will revealing the new cover soon.

I am starting to think the people who write these romance rags have the right idea. It seems monumentally more easy than the stories I have been working on thus far. There is also a large audience for these types of books, which I found surprising. I also discovered a new way to get exposure, by posting to kindle scout, where you submit your work and people vote on which one to publish. So, I think I may submit to that...If you have always wanted to check out my work but didn't want to pay for it, I believe it is free to read.

As promised last week I have the prologue for the aforementioned R/E novel that i am working on for you today. As we all know, I am not the cleanest mouthed girl on the planet, but, I warn you that this does have a small amount of sexual content. If that sort of thing puts you off, then I would avoid. AS ALWAYS, the following excerpt has little to no editing done...so keep that in mind. ENJOY!

Detour

Prologue

 

 

Tempie

 

                “No mom, you cannot talk me into staying, so just stop.” Mom hovers in the doorway of my room as I pack my things.

Peyton didn’t come home last night. I didn’t expect him to. The image of what I saw when I came home was burned into my brain. My best friend, Shannon, bent over my kitchen table, with Peyton, nose deep in her ass. Therefore, I did what any other red-blooded American girl would have done. I started throwing things.

I really did not mean to break the light fixture over their heads. Bodily injury was not my intention. I just wanted to break them apart. When a gash split down Peyton’s scalp, I was shocked back to sanity. I offered to drive him to the ER but they both ran out the door. Can you believe I felt guilty for hurting him?

An hour later, after I had cleaned up my mess, Peyton calls me.

“I don’t love you anymore. You changed, and I don’t know how to be with you.” He slurs, his face numb from the topical anesthesia. “You’ve let yourself go.”

And, there it is. The weight thing. I knew it….I fucking knew it.

Peyton and I have been together for seventeen years. We always planned on getting married one day. The day came sooner than we thought when we found out I was pregnant. Then the game plan changed to getting married right after the baby was born.

That was seven months ago. I miscarried six months ago. That is when they discovered the Poly cystic Ovarian Syndrome and stared me on hormones. Since then I gained over seventy pounds. I went from a size ten to a size sixteen. Watching as Peyton drifted farther and farther from me.

I didn’t choose to look like this. I spent countless hours at the gym. I dieted to the point of starvation. However, my hormones and thyroid decided that the weight was here to stay. I wasn’t proud of it, but, I could not change it either.

Mom stood helplessly in the doorway of bedroom, watching me frantically throw my things into boxes and suitcases. I called her the moment I woke up and she came right over. I already decided to leave everything that would remind me of him behind. Which, basically leaves everything but my cloths and toiletries.  

My second call was to my aunt Cassie. She was the first person at my side when I had my miscarriage. I had always looked up to her. She is the strongest woman I know. She offered me a job as a proofreader at the publishing house she runs in L.A. It was an open-ended invitation. Now seemed like the perfect opportunity to take her up on the offer.

With my bags packed, and boxes hauled out to my dad’s rusted truck, I bid my mother farewell. I did not want to see my dad or brothers. If they found out what happened they would go after Peyton. I did not need that on my conscience as well. I made mom promise not to tell them and threw my two suitcases and toiletries in my Jeep. She promised to send the rest once I am settled.

 Kissing mom goodbye I drove away. I didn’t look back.

 

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WEll, that is it for today! AS always like, share, and comment!!! Love you all!!!