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Friday, October 28, 2016

It will always be him

It will always be him.
The way his blue eyes shine
Or his sensual lips smirk.
The way his dimple makes me forget.
His smooth hands on my skin.

It will always be him
The softness of his hair
The self-depracation of his humor.
His depth of intelligence.
His insecurity.

It will always be him
His selfish disregard
His addictive ways
His gentleness
His passion

It will always be him
His innocence
His wisdom beyond his years
His temper
His loyalty to his friends.

It will always be him.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Defeat the Darkness by Eliza March book review

 I have just finished reading the first in Eliza March's Heart of Darkness series and let me say it was hot! The right mix of paranormal adventure, romance and hot sex. She covered enough mythology for those uninitiated in the paranormal pantheon without going overboard for those of us who are already familiar with it. Her well developed relationships had me rooting them on and her thoroughly erotic sex scenes left me turning on the AC. This is a must read for anyone loving a hot, erotic paranormal romance.

Next I will be reading the sequel Damned by Darkness. Stay tuned!

Defeat the Darkness (Hearts of Darkness, #1)Defeat the Darkness by Eliza March

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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Friday, November 15, 2013

Long distance relationships- can they work?

Have pen pals and long distance relationships gone away like VHS and Beta, records and tapes? With all this technology giving constant contact is it truly long distance? If it is how can it survive in a world full of instant gratification. And when you do finally see each other in person do the same old relationship rules apply? Does the amount of contact count as dates and therefore sex is acceptable? The rules are changing all the time. Like the one where you have to wait until a few days after to call, well that one is obsolete.

What other rules are there and can we negate them as well? What are your thoughts

Saturday, October 5, 2013

My current projects

I working on two book series ideas.

One is called Muses of the Gods.They follow different muses through her obligations to her boss, her specialty to mankind and her ultimate decision of accepting the forbidden love she finds with a mortal man or walking away.

The other is darker. I haven't thought of a series name yet, however, it's follows the Furies. Each one has a different specialty, as well, and scars that caused her to become a weapon. The first book follows Roxy, a Fury that specializes in vengeance for wronged women. She pledged eternal servitude to escape from her broken heart and enjoys inflicting pain on men. Until she meets one whose not what he appears. Will he restore her soul and help mend her broken heart? Or is she destined to remain the Hammer of the Gods?

My current work in progress is a fantasy involving a woman with a degenerative neurological disease who passes between the painful and lonely world she knows to a place where she isn't dieing and is loved. All from her hospital  bed. Can she find a way to remain in her happy world? Or will she have to die alone in the only reality she has ever known?

Monday, August 5, 2013

Letting Go

I’ve let go,
Pushed you to the curb.
Too many promises broken,
Too many excuses made.
Your words were empty.

Did I hold on too tightly?
Did I come on too strong?
Did you need someone who didn’t need you?
What could I do but set you free?
What choice did I have?
I couldn’t hurt anymore.
I couldn’t help you.
I fell too deeply.
I loved too strong.

I tried patience
Hoping my love would fix it.
I had to accept it wasn’t my fault.
I couldn’t fix what I hadn’t broken.

Did I hold on too tightly?
Did I come on too strong?
Did you need someone who didn’t need you?
What could I do but set you free?
What choice did I have?
I couldn’t hurt anymore.
I couldn’t help you.
I fell too deeply.
I loved too strong.

I tried honesty
Hoping my heart would fix it.
I had to accept it wasn’t my fault
I could make you take it.

Did I hold on too tightly?
Did I come on too strong?
Did you need someone who didn’t need you?
What could I do but set you free?
What choice did I have?
I couldn’t hurt anymore.
I couldn’t help you.
I fell too deeply.
I loved too strong.

I tried friendship
Hoping my mind would fix it.
I had to accept it was my fault.
I couldn’t teach you the meaning.
Your actions told more than your words ever could.
Too much time wasted.
Too many bad choices made.
Pushed to the curb,
I've let you go.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The Closet

It’s dark. So dark. I can’t see my hand in front of my face. I know it’s there, I can feel the energy generated by the limb. My nerves are tingling all over my body. Waiting, for what’s to come.
I’m not sure what will happen if I move, but it can’t be good. The air around me is charged, as if any spark might ignite it. Maybe that would make it better. Set it on fire. Set me free.
I hear something. A shuffle perhaps.
Small. Something tiny moving quickly in the dark.
It’s not him. He hasn’t found me. Yet.
My breathing is shallow. Quietly, so no one can hear me.
I’ve been in the dark for what seems like hours, days. It’s surely only been moments.
I sit motionless. Any movement may give me away, my hiding place.
If he finds me, what will he do?
Thank God, the babies at Mom’s. I couldn’t hide him too. He’s so little. He doesn’t know to be quiet. He’s safer, no matter what happens to me.
His father is mad. He’s trying to find him but I won’t let him. If he finds me, he’ll kill me. All that matters to him is the baby. I made him mad. I sent the baby away without telling him.
I was trying to escape as well but there was something I forgot and he came home. Now I won’t ever see my baby again.
A muffled crash interrupts the silence. I jump and my elbow bumps a broom in the dark. I grab the pole just in time.
Lucky, so far.
I hold my breath just in case. Where did the noise come from?
Heavy footfalls come closer, traveling up the stairs. Closer.
Please don’t let him open the door. Please don’t let him find me.
I’ve been hiding so long, crouched in the dark. I’m not sure my legs would respond if I had to run. I have nowhere to go. I have to wait him out.
Please go away. I can’t stand this anymore. Maybe I could make a run for it?
I quietly scoot towards the door, placing my ear against the cool wood. My imagination manifests an image of my pursuer on the other side of the many layers separating us. Confidence builds within me as I sense his presence.
He calls me. He sounds worried. Maybe I’m wrong? Maybe it’s a trick? He’s trying to lure me into a false sense of complacency. I curl into a ball. They told me he would hurt me and my baby.
They said we weren’t safe. They said he lied to us. He didn’t really love us and never would. They’re my friends but no one else sees them. I don’t have to share them with anyone. They take care of me, giving me warnings. I need to get back to my friends. They’ve been quiet for so long. Where did they go?
My heart pounds and my breathing quickens. Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down my back.
He’ll hear you. Calm down.
They’re here. They know I can’t handle the dark. The noises of all the things I can’t see.
What do I do? Wait.
Silence. Maybe he gave up?
Suddenly I hear the knob turn. It’s right above my head. My eyes widen. It’s turning slowly. Ever so slowly.
I quickly shuffle as far from the door as I can get in the tiny space. Cowering in the corner, my friends voices grow louder in my ears.
Don’t let him get you. He’ll hurt you and the baby. Protect the baby.
Squeezing my eyes tight, I try to ignore their screams. My hands pressed snug to my ears. My knees tucked under my chin and hot tears cover my cheeks.
It’s him. I’m paralyzed.
He kneels in front of me, scooping me into his arms. It’s so easy for him, as if I weigh nothing. His arms are strong, his chest wide and reassuring.
I feel safe. But the tears won’t stop. I’m confused. It doesn’t feel like he’s mad.

He carried me to the bed, setting me gently against the softness.
My eyes are still shut tight. I’m afraid. Afraid of what I’ll see. I don’t understand what’s happening to me.
He’s talking quietly, his voice full of an emotion I can’t identify. He asks me to look at him. To talk to him.
You can’t trust him. They tell me if I open my eyes he’ll know my secret. He’ll make me go away.
The bed dips beside me, his arm wrapped around me. He’s talking softly. I can’t understand the words. But the sound relaxes me. He’s rocking me like a child, making me feel safe. The hum of his voice is drowning out my friends.
I open my eyes. Nothing looks menacing. It’s the room I share with him. I feel lost inside myself.
 Lifting my head slowly, afraid of what I’ll see. Tears gleam in his eyes. Touching my face and wipes away the tears. Looking in his eyes I forget what I was running from.
I sit with him. I hear a noise. A cry. The baby is here?
He explains that the baby was crying when he got home from work. He couldn’t find me, so he took care of the baby before finding me. He didn’t want to scare me so he let me hide for a time.
He found me where he always finds me.
I’m so very tired. The voices are gone. For now.
He helps me into bed to rest. Then goes to the baby.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Heart

The heart is an unknown variable. Capable of so much pleasure and pain. A constant ache sprinkled with bliss. No rhyme or reason. Nobody to guide it through the darkness.  What is this world but constant pain? Must we traverse the void alone? Must the heart be a hollow waiting to be filled?