Star Kava Author

Well ,it is that time again. I have been in a weird mood lately. Reading, obsessing over a certain blue eyed devil, writing in spurts. I blame it on the shift change I have to do every third week. In actuality I should probably be medicated. I wrote a poem, unsure if its any good. I am going to leave the name off, it would give too much away. I am a woman on a mission! Bound and determined to be happy again! I have been starting to loose weight, more changes to come. Hopefully I snap out of this funk for next week. Until then I leave you with this. Just as I was about to break free                 An invisible tie held me down Regret, such a normal feeling                 Everything seems so daunting Do you know how to be alone               ...

Welcome to this weeks throw out!! I don't have much news this week so I will get right to the throw out!! Enjoy Detour Rayce   Tempie was rocking in her seat after her third shot of Jack. Cotter sulked off toward the bar over an hour ago, so Tempie and I were alone for the most part. As I return to the table with round number four, I see Cotter towing Tempie onto the dance floor. My blood runs hot when I see his hands on her. Tempie’s head flies back in a laugh. I tense at the sight. From all other interactions between the two of them, I was surprised that she even agreed to dance with him. Maybe I missed something. Maybe she does like him. I sit brooding in my chair, watching her sway along to the music. Cotter moving his hands over her body, her constantly moving them back to her safe zone.   Her eyes find mine and she gives me a shy smile, nodding in a way that tells me she wants me to cut in. I stand and make my way over only to stop short. Cotter has pulled ...

Well, it has been an odd week. I spent last weekend watching my favorite 90's television show. And every moment since thinking about Jared Leto. I am a sad sad girl. So in order to (hopefully) get it out of my system I wrote a short story about it...Sorry you have to be subjected to my psychosis...here is a little reminder of the reason I am so obsessed at the moment. P.s. this was written based on a dream and not edited at all...but you want to read, and this is what I wrote this week...k-bye JORDAN’S EYES What am I doing here? I mean seriously, how do I let myself be talked into these crazy situations? Who am I kidding, Emily is the best damn bull-shitter there is. She comes up with a crazy plan and I just go along with it, because I love her. Since high school, it has been the same way. Oh well, our adventures always make for great stories. I lean against the wall outside the green room. The bouncer just let her stride right in there. Which does not surprise me, E...

Hi all, Still working on getting the new cover and acknowledgements on muse. I am switching it to Kindle Unlimited as soon as I have those changes made. Hopefully I can get more sales. As of right now it is only 99 cents on Amazon. I had to take it down from all of the other sites to put in on Kindle Select SOO that is the only place it is available for at least the next 90 days. For right now I can share my beautiful new cover art with you, and another snippet for Detour for your reading pleasure. ENJOY!   cover art by Carrie Anderson         Detour     I stare in the mirror one last time before heading down to meet Rayce. My dark auburn locks, pulled into a high messy bun. Not the post work out messy bun, but the fun flirty kind with the curls falling everywhere. I have lined my eyes with brown kohl, and dusted the shine away. I turn in the mirror and check to make sure all my junk is in the right places. I dressed in...