A.H. Scott's Blog, page 45

BEG NO MORE - A Quote By A.H. Scott

"The day we all stop begging, is the day we start beginning. Stop begging for something or someone to be yours. Start beginning to care for the one person who stands with you always - yourself. Because, in the end, it's that core value within that keeps us standing upright and not constantly on our knees crawling to be heard or listened to by others. Beg no more. Begin right now. No more crawling in an attempt to be what others want you to be. Begin to place those tiles along the path to your own dream. Sometimes a dream might seem stupid to every other being in the universe. But, the dream is yours. Begin to live it now. Because, the next year, month, week, hour or second; isn't promised to any of us. BEGIN" - A.H. Scott12/29/11

STILLNESS OF SERENITY - A Quote By A.H. Scott

"Sometimes the world may seem so chaotic and cold, that it's easy to forget the glint of genuine tranquility that exists around us all. From just getting a wink of a setting sun to a cloud just floating listlessly in the sky, we can sit back and marvel at the majesty of miracles. Grace can encircle our hearts & souls, if we let it in and absorb the fingers of celestial serenity. It can be felt so simply, if we take a second to be still." - A.H. Scott 12/29/11

SELF DOUBT IS A PRICK - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Daggers of self doubt can slit a wrist in a chaotic frenzy. Yet, a single scalpel of indifference can prick a breach that causes the heart to drift away in each pulsating drop that leaves the body. See yourself as being a good human being and the daggers start to vanish. The only prick left is the critic that doesn't know the person inside of you. And, pricks be gone." - A.H. Scott  12/28/11

LIFE'S BIGGER THAN A BOX - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"When you die, they put you in a box. I believe boxes should only hold roses, pizza or donuts. Hold out your chest and take in a deep breath. Life is bursting out all around you. Hold a rose in one hand, slice in the other, and take that donut and place it onto your big toe and wiggle it. It'll make you laugh and keep you out of that box for a hell of a while longer..LOL." - A.H. Scott

A NEW TALE OF CHANGE - "THE LOST WINTER OF LYLA STRAUSS" BY A.H. SCOTT

In this coming of age story, set in the Yukon of the year 1850: fur trapper and orphan he raised come face to face with the transformative dimensions of their relationship, from tragedies through time’s passage.Escaping the world of his past, Dancy Ruelaix ventured into the solitude of wilderness. Wanting to evade opening his heart to another human being, he always thought he never needed anyone.But, there was one person who could not live without him.Her name was Lyla Strauss.A season of change comes in “The Lost Winter of Lyla Strauss”.
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Both trappers did the best they could in saving Coulton’s right foot, as the probability of him losing it was a likely conclusion beyond blooded strips of white cloth and an improvised splint along the length of his leg.
Delirium wafted over the stranger, as bouts of excruciating pain and slim swaths of lucidity encapsulated this human being for almost a month. Person nursing him back to some semblance of viability relied mostly on tinctures and potions from Ravenswood, a shamanic healer from the Inuit tribe.
Hollister’s condition was touch and go as he drifted into a coma during the middle of October and was given a spiritual ceremony of finality by Ravenswood.
As one of the trappers stayed inside the cabin around the clock keeping watch over Coulton for the next seven days the other stayed the course of collecting, cleaning and curing pelts for the future winter months to come.
To normalize Coulton Hollister’s temperature since his rescue in September, a bed had been placed in the front room of the cabin where the fireplace was located.
On the morning of the seventh day of that vigil, sun beamed through an almost sheer piece of fabric on the side window of the cabin and a man awakened once more.
Coulton’s eyes slowly opened, as a blazing flash of sunlight filled the cabin and he got a first glimpse of life back among the living.
Beneath a cocooning layer of varied blankets, cloths and fur swaths, this wounded man’s arms slowly pushed them to one side of the bed as his eyes grasped for some sight which was familiar to him.
Focusing first upon his beard which had become overgrown, Coulton’s eyes slowly began to blink and take in a pleasant view.
Across the room from where he was, a nude female of slight form sat on the edge of another bed, brushing long, brown hair with her back situated to him.
In an awakened presence of the angel who he had thought was sent to watch over him Coulton Hollister thought this young waif of only 13 or 14 years of age had been the daughter of the trappers who’d recovered him from the base of that ravine.
Focusing his eyes upon this nude female, he realized she was more mature than being of teen years. She was not a girl, but a woman of tender presence. Probably not the daughter of the trapper, but a young bride of a mountain man was the thought which filled Hollister’s mind about this beauty.
Coulton’s labored grunt filled the air, as each footstep brought him closer to where she sat upon the bed. Using a branch located near his bed as a crutch to stabilize his balance, he moved slowly.
Hearing him stir behind her, this young woman wrapped a white cotton garment around herself in front of this stranger, “You certainly know how to scare a person, Mister”. She spoke with an anxious smile.
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A NEW CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE - A.H. SCOTT INVITES YOU TO DIAL UP "A PERFECT MISTAKE"

An efficient, executive assistant meets a handsome stranger who has traveled far and long; for her number which he had called was a duo of digits that were switched around and not where they belonged.
Find out what happens when a mistaken number becomes the right, personal touch.
Things fall lusciously into place when a wrongly placed single digit becomes “A Perfect Mistake”.
In this contemporary romance, A.H. Scott reveals that what is sometimes seen as a minus of monotony, actually can be a plus of pleasure.
Dial up desire in “A Perfect Mistake”.
******************** Choosing to accept this offer of arousal would be easy, yet something was holding her back. Present day had a way of intertwining with past choices. A one-night stand was something of yesteryears for Vanessa and she made it known to him, “I’m not a plaything, Jerrold”.Mutually, Mackenzie understood exactly where she was coming from, as his own pace of proposals and proprieties was calmly revealed, “Lovely one, I’m not a toy either”.Hearing his words were beyond refreshing for Vanessa, who had more than her share of cavalier come-ons from many businessmen over the years. Vanessa slowly pulled her hand from his touch and subtlety shifted her body in that chair, “You definitely are something different, Mr. Mackenzie” She inhaled gently and smiled, “Yes, sir ree-bob”.
Mackenzie played along with her and tossed a naughty nugget into the verbal mix, “Call me ‘sir’. But, never call me Bob”.
Petrie made a move to let this man know exactly how impressed she was with him, as she stood up from that chair and reached over to kiss him on the lips, “Yes” Barely audible, she continued, “…Sir”.He whispered right back at her, “God, woman. You are really starting to drive me up the wall with that word”, Jerrold rubbed her shoulders, “I guess like they say, the best things come to those who wait”. Vanessa returned to her chair, “And, I can assure you, I am worth the wait”.
“If I had doubts about that fact before that kiss” Slumping back in his chair, he added, “They are gone with the wind, Miss Petrie”.Mackenzie folded his arms and gazed her up and down, as a thousand thoughts swirled in his brain about this woman. Having a keen sense of being able to read women, he observed her aura of confidence and desire. She was eager to be with him right then and there, but not hungry enough to dissolve control for the sake of a less than optimum liaison.
“Waiter!” Jerrold called out a stout, middle-aged man standing by the bar area, “Check, please!”
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JOY PENNY - A QUOTE BY A.H. SCOTT

"Joy can be a penny. Joy can be a million bucks. Joy is whatever you want to make it be. Poverty can be that essence of the coldest soul in the mansion upon the hallowed hill. While wealth in the heart can be to those who have holes in the soles of their shoes. Better to have dirt between your toes, than mud upon your vacant character." - A.H. Scott     12/28/11

FEATURE OF THE MONTH - "RACK EM" BY A.H. SCOTT

Romance is beyond the bounds of time.
Three years after Giacomo Casanova's release from Paris' Fort-l’Eveque in 1758, a nonchalant conversation between the prison's warden and a guard was overheard.
A 16-year-old jail cleaner, Pepon Larionne, was in the process of collecting garbage in the hallway outside of Lieutenant Hugo Arrieyenne's office, while the warden and longtime prison guard, Edgar DeSaviage continued speaking to each other inside.
Pepon was one of three men who had the task of cleaning the warden's office, guard tower, and guard barracks. This night, it was Larionne's job to handle the outer hallway, which led to Lieutenant Arrieyenne's office. The other two jail cleaners had already started going towards the barracks. This young man, who seemed an unlikely vessel of history, became Cupid's messenger.
It was at this moment in 1761, when Pepon's fate changed for the better. Lieutenant Arrieyenne spoke to Edgar DeSaviage about Casanova's imprisonment and release in 1758. Manon Balletti, one of Giacomo Casanova's great loves, procured his freedom with a pair of diamond earrings in 1758.
The fabled lover had received mercy from a long prison sentence at the bequest of a beautiful woman. And, this is the story which followed through the years.
Preparing his office for the cleaners, Lieutenant Hugo Arrieyenne and guard Edgar DeSaviage emptied out desk drawers onto the floor, revealing several varied sized items, including a small canvas satchel.
As Pepon entered the warden's office, he kept his head low and mouth shut in their presence. The lowly jail cleaner scooped up bits of food, papers, and that canvas satchel with his hands.
The warden and guard stood chuckling at the dirty work which Pepon had to accomplish as they turned their backs on him and went back to speaking about Casanova and the diamond earrings.
Finishing up the cleaning of Arrieyenne's office, Pepon excused himself and grasped a large canvas sack full of garbage. In the hallway outside of the office, another large sack of trash was gathered by Larionne. Pulling the sacks behind him, Pepon left through the lantern lit prison entrance.
Larionne joined up with his fellow jail cleaners in the courtyard near the guard barracks. He never told the others about the tale of Casanova and Manon Balletti's connection to Fort-l’Eveque. Yet, it remained in the back of his mind, while taking his share of the sacks of garbage down towards an incline to be dumped.
Something that the warden and guard didn't realize when tossing out the desk contents onto the floor, was the small satchel contained those precious items of devotion from Manon to the previous prison warden.
What had been tossed out amongst spoiled food, soiled sheets, and vomit, were the pair of diamond earrings.
Pepon was also unaware of the situation, until shaking a canvas sack empty. A final item remained in the bottom of the sack. As the satchel revealed its contents, Larionne's eyes were affixed on a pair of earrings, a pen and a slip of fabric.
The simple man of bare means retrieved the trio of items and silently finished his duties for the night. His fellow cleaners were none the wiser for Pepon Larionne's fantastic find.
A conversation which he'd overheard from Arrieyenne and DeSaviage was not just a myth. But a reality, which was now wrapped in a dingy cloth with spots of crust mucus against Pepon Larionne's body.
The items weren't contained in a satin lined mahogany box to be delivered to a royal consort. But, they were transported within a filthy, loosened blouse of a lowly peasant.
Returning to his small cottage, Pepon placed small sack into maple table. Alongside those earrings of Manon, a quill pen and square of lace were laid out by Pepon.
The peacock feathers gave Pepon visions of Manon and Casanova's tandem pen craft. Just to imagine what each would place to paper remained more than enough for this young man's imagination. Slight scent of lavender remained upon that lace.
Night turned to morn, as he left the cottage for a short journey.
Pepon Larionne's only thoughts were to give this newly found gift to his beloved Vivienne Coupette. The sixteen-year old woman with a gentle smile was the core of Pepon's undying devotion. Maybe some of the herald grace of Manon and Casanova's love would rub off on Pepon Larionne.
The prison jail cleaner would never be King of France. But as he presented the diamond earrings, quill pen, and sliver of lace to the lady he loved, Pepon Larionne would be forever the prince of Vivienne's heart.
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In the world of international auctions, a Vancouver antiques dealer is at the center of an erotic & exotic quest for treasures from a pair of fated lovers of centuries gone by.
Global gains and ignoble games are the field which varied characters play upon in this contemporary romantic thriller.
Never had danger touched his life before. But, mystery landed on antique dealer, Arlington Cross' doorstep with the upcoming auction of some fabled objects of romance.
Captivating treasures from centuries prior have led many on a desperate sojourn to a Vancouver auction house. They all want their hands on these prized possessions of a passionate pair of lovers from long ago. Yet, some of the buyers have tricks of temptation up their silky sleeves.
When lust mixes with greed are just one of the balls that roll across the felt table of "Rack Em".
Rack romance. Rack treasure. Rack history. Rack pleasure.
Rack your nerves.

“Rack ‘Em”.



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Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00DHPYGPU/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_hsch_vapi_tkin_p2_i11
Barnes & Noble –

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/rack-em-ah-scott/1030766415
Itunes –   https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/rack-em/id666159684?mt=11
Smashwords –
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HAPPY NEW YEAR 2019! - A personal Message to you from me

!!H  A  P  P   Y N   E  W Y  E  A  R!! 

Happy New Year to those near and far! 
May this year of 2019 be one filled with further hope and future journey
Opportunity abounds as our hearts hear the sounds of laughter, cheer and happiness fills our ears
Confetti and glitter teases our eyes, as the New Year holds promise and surprise
For all who have taken a few moments out of their lives to read any of my humble words; I have only one thing to convey: 

Hoping you and yours have joy, peace & love on this NEW YEAR'S DAY!!

SPINNER - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

SPINNER



Spin upSpin downSpin towards heavenSpin towards the Devil's stompin' groundSpin a yarn, but don't make 'em yawnSpin a groove that makes your ass moveSpin the void of darkness towards tomorrowSpin the thread of golden light into horizon's rainbowSpin and sigh, as life expands before your eyesSpinners are winners, for at least they tryAnd, if you don't believe what I say - be like the Rubberband Man and roll away
- A.H. Scott 12/28/14