Writing my life away

I love to write. I wrote as a little girl and found it again after having three kids. This will be a way for me to 'keep up' with getting published. Since I'm not published, I hope this will keep me on target and not stray.

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Enslave Me Sweetly by Gena Showalter!!!

Enslave Me Sweetly by Gena Showalter

She has the heart of a killer, and the body of an angel. . . Eden Black walks among humans, protecting them from the murderous evil of other-worlders who abduct and enslave. And though she appears to be human herself, Eden is an alien, a Raka, distinguished by her golden hair and skin, and gifted with the ominous ability to kill without remorse – and with total accuracy. That is, until the fateful night she has one shot to eliminate her target, a human slaver – and misses.

“Failure” is not in Eden’s vocabulary. Neither is “partner” – but that’s what she is forcibly assigned after recovering from her disastrous mission. A sexy, steely-nerved human agent, Lucius Adaire enjoys nothing more than sparking the fury – and rousing the desire – of the fiery female assassin to proud to admit defeat. Locked in an assignment they cannot afford to lose, Lucius and Eden find themselves bound in two high-stakes, heart-pounding games: the dangerous web of kill or be killed, and the erotic dance of seduction. . .

Showalter first demonstrated her skill at blending sizzling romance and nail-biting suspense set in a convincing futuristic society in Awaken Me Darkly (2005). She now continues the roller-coaster-like adventure in an equally entertaining tale that will please a wide cross section of readers. *Starred Review* Booklist.

Order your copy from Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or BooksAMillion.

For more information, visit Gena’s website at http://www.genashowalter.com and her blog at http://www.genashowalter.blogspot.com

Monday, May 22, 2006

That thing we call life

We all take it for granted.
I personally sit on the edge of a glass table, ready to topple off at any moment, hung in suspense of taking life for granted and taking it seriously.

I've been running from myself since I was fourteen. Running from life, problems, sometimes responsibilites. Running scared. Left behind to endure the effects of heart disease, I try very hard to avoid my heart. In every sense, in every way, both physical and emotional. The heart hurts. Deeply. When you feel with your heart every breath is noticable. Every beat and flow vibrates throughout every atom of your being.

I was fourteen when my dad died of a heart attack. No warning. No preparation. No Nothing, but heartbreak.

A ghost from the past heart disease seems to be my enemy following me, watching me. A dark shadow in the alley, just waiting for someone to make the wrong turn so it can attack you and take you away.

DH hasn't been himself lately, and I saw signs I never wanted to see again. Signs of sickness, of high blood pressure, of heart disease.

I'm running scared again. I don't want to face this. I don't want to look death in the face and deal with the outcome. I want to turn my back on that shadow and pretend it's not there. But I can't. I have to try and do something about it. I have to take care of all those 'factors' myself for him. I have to make sure he is taken care of, for me. Because, the alternative is not something I'm ready to face.

The heart is strong. and the stronger the heart- the more it hurts.

I guess it's time to stop running. I'm just not sure I'm strong enough to fight the past and the present together.
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