The time has come! Drop in and enter for your favorite menage coupling once a day on Inner Goddess! Each entry will be entered to win the grand prize! There is a huge group of authors offering goodies to the winner, so don't miss out!
We've all seen it in one form or another. Some have lived it, some have died from it. I endured it a lot through school. We moved around a lot, so I was a threat at the new schools. I learned how to fight because of it. It took years for me to grow out of the damage, and still some hangs on and will be with me forever... and ends up in books. What hurt me even more was when my oldest son went through it in Georgia. It got so bad and the school didn't cooperate that we finally pulled him out for the rest of the year. My daughter has tasted the evil of bullying. Most all of us have at some point or another, but it's those who are stuck living in their own personal hell that suffer the most, and are pushed to the limit.
Until we can get the school systems to actually DO SOMETHING AND PREVENT IT, we must make a stand. Bullying comes in all forms, to all ages. It's time they learned that love and compassion conquers all. Join me and so many other authors to bring awareness and put our foot down to bullying. If you see it, do something. If you know about it... DO SOMETHING.
Love one another. Help one another. Who knows, you may be saving a life!
It's finally here! Enlisting Her Heart is now available. I'm so excited to share it with you all, but even more excited that I have an opportunity to give and expose even a tiny piece of our soldiers' lives. (and their families) Writing this series is more than just sharing another book in hopes to make a living off it's sales. It is a chance to bring awareness to the men and women who endure pure hell to provide freedom for our nation. They give everything, and expect nothing.
It is amazing for me to be able to write something that I am so passionate about. I get to translate the raw emotion that I feel into words and hope to bring a better understanding to some of the challenges they face.
Without reading or watching true stories of our military, the deaths and troubles fade into the background. Until you can relate and see first hand the heart ache and emotional roller coaster the soldier, spouse, mother, father, child, grandparent, or loved one goes through, you can't understand the true meaning of freedom. It doesn't come free. Many couldn't give or do what it takes.
I have shared pieces of some of our personal experiences, and sampled some that others have seen and done, but want to tell another story today.
My husband was stationed at Ft. Drum, Ny for his first duty station and had deployed on his first tour to Afghanistan. We were living in base housing at the time. My oldest son was about six, and my daughter less than a year old. It was at the beginning of the war on terrorism right after 9-11. Nearly the whole base (which was huge) had deployed, so everyone was pretty much in the same boat. I got to know my neighbors pretty well, and joined forces to help through those months without a phone call or news reports that came on television of fallen soldiers while we waited for word. We would cry together, worry together, and celebrate together when a soldier would get a call home to say it wasn't him or the unit that had encountered attack. (or her.. we were mostly wives.) We held our breath when word came through the phone tree that there was an incident with the unit, and mourned as if it were our own we'd lost.
One brisk spring evening, the black SUV came cruising down our street, driving so slow it was if time were standing still. We all knew who it was and what it was about, and all stood in our yards with the kids playing underfoot watching and waiting, praying it wouldn't stop. With each apartment building it passed, you could see the petrified wife holding her kids tight (who didn't understand) and dropping to their knees in tears and prayers. It was a double sided blade to us all... because where it wasn't our soldier they were coming to report, it was someone's. Someone's daddy, husband/wife... someone's heart and soul and life. We watched as the three soldiers in class A's stepped out and went to knock on a door a block down, and the woman hit the ground in devastation. A few of us went and gathered up the woman's kids and took them to give her time while they delivered the news. We didn't know her, and yet were more connected than if we were blood related. There was nothing we could say to help, or to ease her sorrow. That was the worst feeling ever... being helpless but wanting to help so bad. We all cried for her and the loss of one of 'ours'.
From seeing the spouses and children stand at the gate, waving what might be their last good bye, to watching the tears of joy as a unit returned home, I will never forget what it's like. I cry even now seeing it on television, or in the media... whether good or bad news.
Back to my point... while beginning my release day plans of giving prizes away and promoting my book, I read a post by a fellow author. Her husband is military and left this morning early. I'm not sure where, but it didn't matter. My heart broke for her, and my stomach got sick. I thought about what I could do for her to show her some love, but didn't want it to come off as a sick way of self promotion or invading her privacy. So, I am asking that everyone share a general 'Support our troops and their families' photo today. Make someone's day brighter by a simple, quick share. You don't have to agree with politics, religion, or what the government has ordered them to do... just support their dedication, sacrifice, and selflessness as they do for us!
Meet the members of the rock band Raining Chaos, and their lead singer/songwriter/guitarist Chaos as they head out on their first worldwide tour. More than sparks fly when Cynda - a songwriter hired by their music label tags along. With over 6- 5 STAR reviews on Amazon, Taming Chaos will rock you!
Click on the picture to get your copy today!
Now for a limited time, find out where it all started.... Cadence of Love, Breaking Protocol 1 now at the low price of .99!
Trailer for Enlisting Her Heart- Breaking Protocol 4
first off I have to do a shout out and huge thank you to Gracie Meadows for creating a badass trailer for me! I love it! The song is only fitting... since our guys are badasses who do some major ass kicking in each book. Take a peek and get ready... Aug 19th is comong soon!!!!
Its that time of year again! The kids are on your last nerve, (as much as we love them and miss them throughout the school year, admit it. You are ready for that bus to pull up and take them away!) Which is a double sided blade. On one hand, you know the first day will be amazing until mid noon and you start to worry... and fight the urge to go get them.
Let's not forget the cost of school clothes, shoes, backpack, and the ten mile long list of supplies they expect you to buy. Which, might I add, there is no way one child needs 12 boxes of tissue and 5 rulers. So, you purchase everything on the list against your better judgement, only to find out that the almost $100 of stuff you sent gets distributed to all the kids and yours is the one who ends up with the shitty box of 10 count crayons that another parent sent instead of the regular count that was on the list. They don't color. It's more like drippings from someone's cheap candles. Before the second day of school, you are back at the store wading through the school supplies in search of another box of colored wax only to find they are out. So, angrily, you go to another store. Eventually, you get the damn crayons and send them. Two weeks later, your tearful child comes to you and says that he/she had to share with other kids and has no crayons. Again. WTF! This time, you play it smart and stop by the liquor store and grab a bottle of wine on your coloring mission. The day starts to look better. ;)
While your little ones are struggling to find their grove this year, take time to sit back and remember this won't last forever. Some day, they will be off to college and moving out, so stick to one bottle at a time. You want to numb the pain, not stagger through their raising!
With my oldest venturing off on his own this year, I've tried to keep in mind that my other two will do the same one day and all of this sibling arguing and Nerf wars that are loud enough they could wake the dead will be no more. Some days are easier to remember, others not so much. ;) Love the youngin's no matter how mad they've drove you all summer long because the days are counting down until you won't have them tracking mud through the house or leaving hot wheels in the floor for you to step on at 3 a.m. (Okay, believe it or not, that day will come... maybe not for the hot wheels. Definitely for everything else.)
On a closing note, another season almost done, half a year gone. Live, laugh, love, and read! Who knows when the zombies will take over! lol