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November 26, 2017
Parenting a Special Needs Child… #truth
“Put your big girl panties on.” That’s what people always say or expect you to do whenever things get tough in your life. Well, I say fuck off! Shove those big girl panties up your ass! Parenting in general can suck, so throw in some neurological issues and we have S-U-C-K! I’m sorry. I know everyone wants to paint this pretty picture that special needs children & their families dance with fucking unicorns! Well, we don’t. AND…if there is a goddamn unicorn in my house that S.O.B is in hiding & currently waiting to be extracted from my house by the Secret Unicorn Services. My house is not cuddles, kittens, unicorns, rainbows, raindrops, and sparkles…it is most times a warzone that leaves m…(A warzone erupted while I was typing this blog…so I am now continuing on it the following day, which is today 11/26/2017…bahumbug!)
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Okay. Seriously, I give up on writing a full blog for today. It is already 6:11pm & the day has been an absolute nightmare. On a plus side, I’ve only been punched about 100 times today, so we’re doing good. FML
I hope that all of your days were WAAAAAY better. If they weren’t XoXo because I feel your pain.
Happy Reading,
S.E.Isaac
November 23, 2017
Pre-Order Some Love
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My Fated Valentine Anthology
“Enter into sweet and sensual worlds of the paranormal with these 14 lovable Amazon Award Winning Bestselling Authors.
14 authors will lull you into their worlds of faeries, witches, werewolves, vampires, mermaids, dragons, and succubi!”
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November 21, 2017
FREE books for honest review! :)
Good evening, ladies & gents! I hope you are all doing well. I am quite perplexed at the moment. I am having a hard time finding reviewers for my books. (Beta reviewers, alpha reviewers, etc.) Having readers review my work before a book hits the market and/or once it has been on the market & not done well is very important to myself & other authors. But where in the world do these other authors find readers to make up their review team? Do you know where? Are you one of these willing readers, who would love to get free books, read them, and leave feedback & a review? If so, I have two books ready for you….
My erotic/romance novel that is a heat level 5. –> Out on a Limb
My Young Adult/romance novel that is a heat level 2 –> Train to Anguish
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**Feel free to share this post or these links with people who you think would love to join my team**
Happy Reading & XoXo,
S.E.Isaac
November 20, 2017
Never-ending story
“Autism mixed with Mood Disorder with a side order of puberty is like playing Russian Roulette. I never know what is coming out the chamber” – S.E.Isaac, Facebook & Twitter 2017
My house is an absolute nightmare! I would not wish this upon anyone. I do not care how much I fucking hate them! I would NOT wish this upon them. Being home with my son is a constant game of walking on eggshells. I never know what the hell is going to set him off. Is it the way I look at him? The way I breathe? The way his younger brother hugs me? Anything AND everything will set off my son with autism/mood disorder/puberty. Lately his meltdowns have turned into violence, because when he is not safe, I have no choice but to hold him. Physical contact during his meltdowns is like kicking a bull in the face…shits about to go down. I am currently covered in bruises, have a cut on the inside of my lip and other bs. I am so exhausted & just want to cry on someone’s shoulder or drown myself in a tub of Ben & Jerrys. (Preferably the ice cream. I don’t think I could say everything I truly feel without being judged)
Writing is my outlet, yet, I cannot work on any of my book projects because I am constantly dealing with him. I HATE school having extended holiday breaks! Like seriously FML.
He’s starting to spool up, so even this blog has to be cut short. If I’m not too exhausted, I may blog an update or attempt to work on my book. Here lately, I am in bed by 9. Pathetic…I know.
Happy Reading & Lots of XoXo!
S.E.Isaac
a.k.a
Mother gonna crazy
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November 17, 2017
Somewhere along the way, I fell off the path. I didn’t st...
Somewhere along the way, I fell off the path. I didn’t stumble too far, but I never stepped back on. Instead, I walked parallel to the path that I desired to be on. The path that was parallel to my desired path was the path that others were taking. I wanted (still do) to be an author so bad. To let readers see my passion come to life with my words. However, readers don’t see my passion because they don’t see me. I fell on to the path of ‘promoting like other authors’. There is nothing wrong with the way they promote by any means. I just haven’t been adding my own spin to it in the fear of losing followers, likes, and such. It comes down to this:
Followers, likes and such are important to spread your name, books, and getting more followers/likes/etc. But wouldn’t I want those who understand my writing & enjoy my writing to follow me instead of people doing it because they are being kind? I don’t want people to click my pages because of their friend, family member, dentist, crazy cat lady or whoever told them to. I want people to come to my pages and enjoy reading them. Right now my pages are filled with links to books and promotional speels! How boring! It’s important to promote my books, but it’s more important to be me.
I have also lost that sparkle in my eye when I write. Why’s that? Because I have been too busy comparing myself to other authors. I have read so many amazing books lately and talked to so many talented authors & without thought began ripping apart my writing style. Telling myself over and over again that it sucks. I’ve been beating myself up. It isn’t fair to my work nor myself. These other authors are talented. That’s great! I can support & cheer them on in their success, while still doing the same for myself. I love writing. Even if only one person finds a smile, a tear, a laugh, a thought in my writing, then my writing is being truly read. And that’s what matters.
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It is only natural (for me at least) to want to compare my writing to other authors; however, it is time to get back on my own desired path. I’m going back to the naughty, crazy, having fun S.E.Isaac. Buckle up! My Facebook, Blog, Twitter, and YouTube channel are about to take you for a ride of your life!
Happy Reading & Just Be You!
S.E.Isaac
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November 13, 2017
PreOrder, Today!
Guest Author Book Spotlight
House of the Golden Butterfly
B. Groves
Claire Westcott recently inherited a house from her estranged grandmother-Rose. A house she didn’t know still existed. A house with a deadly secret.
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Deciding she needs a fresh start, Claire travels to Lingate, North Carolina to move into the house and learn more about her family history including the brother she barely remembers.
After Claire moves in she starts seeing her brother. That’s great… except her younger brother —David—drowned in the river behind the house when he was three years old.
Or did he?
For twenty-three years, Claire lived with the knowledge that her parents died in a tragic car crash, where she and brother are sent to live with Rose. Then another tragedy struck when David drowned in the river behind the house, Rose went mad and sent Claire to live with other family members.
David’s appearance releases the memories of what really happened when Claire and David lived at Kinsey House.
As Claire races to uncover her past, the truth becomes a terrifying nightmare.
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House of the Golden Butterfly is written by the lovely B. Groves. Her forte is in supernatural thrillers, but she is a jack of all trades. She considers her books to be “Dark fiction full of suspense and crazy twists with a dash of romance”. Be sure to check out “House of the Golden Butterfly” and her four other books on Amazon.com
B. Groves’ blog at https://www.authorbgroves.com/
Newsletter https://www.authorbgroves.com/newsletter with a free book
Happy Reading!
S.E.Isaac
Anguish Transformations
The next morning, I woke up feeli...
Anguish Transformations
The next morning, I woke up feeling like a train had run me over and then backed up over me. I slowly made my way to the mirror. My hair looked like a flock of birds had taken up residence in it. My eyes were bloodshot. I looked like death. Not even warmed over. Just death.
Last night had been both, physically and mentally draining. It seemed like all the tears I had held in my whole life had come pouring out last night. No matter how hard I tried to think of how my decision had been justified, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for ending a life. The fact it was my father’s life just made it seem even more immoral.
I just wanted to stay in bed all day and swim in self-pity. However, I knew I had a duty and responsibilities to my new regiment, the Wolverines. No matter how large a toll last night took on me, I’d have to suck it up and move on. After all, death was inevitable for us all.
The sound of everyone stirring brought me back to the world around me. They were all preparing for receiving their graduation orders and their duty orders. If last night’s events hadn’t taken place, then I would be waiting to hear my fate; however, my fate had already been decided.
“Train to Anguish” by S.E.Isaac
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Happy Reading!
S.E.Isaac
November 11, 2017
Echo 1 is FREE for three days, and Echo 2 & 3 are $0.99 for 5 days!
Echo 1 is FREE for three days, and Echo 2 & 3 are $0.99 for five days! Tell your family and friends! 
November 8, 2017
Even good girls can be…
Never Forgotten Smile
S.E.Isaac
I woke up with a startle. It felt like I had been hit by a train. A freight train going 200 miles per hour. My head was throbbing too. What had happened last night? The only thing I remembered was sitting next to Serenity, at the bar. We were laughing and having a good time with a group of guys we had just met. I couldn’t even remember even one of their names now. James? Jacob? Did it even start with a ‘J’? There was no telling.
I sat up and looked around. The room’s lights were off, but there was enough light to see what was around me. A scream left my body that could easily break glass. I was surrounded by blood. Lots and lots of blood. Some of the blood was still fresh and pooled. Some of the other blood was old and dry. There were no bodies, only blood. I looked down at myself to see if some of the blood was mine. I was covered in blood but didn’t appear to be injured. My white dress was now stained dark red. My bare arms were covered in what looked like a pattern of spurted blood. Had I been between the person and the killer. Was there a killer? Or was there a freak accident that left all this blood? Wait. Where were the bodies? Hell, where was I?
I looked around again, this time taking in the details of the room. A shovel was a few feet from me. This could explain my killer headache. Someone must have hit me with it full force. I looked around the room some more. I recognized this place. It was Serenity’s garage. Why in the fuck was I in Serenity’s garage?
I spotted the back door of the garage. It was part way open letting some of the outside light in. There was a red high-heeled shoe wedged between the door and the doorjamb keeping it open. It was Serenity’s shoe. I jumped to my feet. The fast movement caused me to lose balance. Everything from the night before came up. I hurled all over the blood covered floor. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and slowly made my way to the back door. I clung to anything I could find for support. My legs felt weak. It was different than the usual ‘falling asleep’. Something was truly wrong. Had I been drugged?
I swung the door open and lost the remainder of contents in my stomach. There were body parts scattered everywhere. There were even body parts floating in the pool. I counted at least five heads. I covered my mouth with my hand. My tears flowing heavily down my face. At that moment, I had no idea what to do. I needed to call for help but was the killer still here. Yes, I had determined that there had been no freak accident and that someone had done this. Some sick and twisted person.
Quietly, I made my way through the side gate and to the front of the house. Serenity lived on a dead-end street and her nearest neighbor was half a mile away. I would have to make a run for it. Wearing heels and running was a horrible idea, but what other choice did I have? Wait. Where were my shoes? I was barefooted. Looking around once more, I took off down the road. I ran like I had never run before. Tears still streaming down my face. I needed to find someone and get help.
There was something in the middle of the road ahead of me. The closer I got, the more details I could see. It was Serenity. She was covered in blood and staggering towards the neighbor’s house.
“Serenity!” I called out.
She stopped walking. She slowly turned and faced me. Horror covered her face. Her face was cut up. She had been mutilated. A scream left her body. She panicked and took off running. She wasn’t running towards me. She was running away from me.
“Serenity! Wait! It’s me!” I shouted as I ran after her. She kept looking over her shoulder, sobbing and begging for me not to kill her. “Stop! I’m not going to hurt you!”
She just kept running and pleading. Why was she so afraid of me? She was my best friend. I would never hurt her. Never.
I caught up with her and wrapped my arms around her body. She kicked and screamed as though her life depended on it. I held her tighter. She kept fighting me. I held her tighter and tighter until she went limp. Oh. no. What had I done? I hadn’t wrapped my arms around her body. I had wrapped my hands around her throat. She was fighting me. She was fighting for her life.
I let go and her body fell to the ground. I fell beside her. Tears once again rapidly pouring from my eyes. I felt to see if she was breathing. She wasn’t. I felt for a pulse and there was none. I sat on my heels and stared at her. Her eyes were open. Her blue eyes seemed so full. I should be doing something to bring her back to life, but all I could do was stare. She was so pretty. Even in this state. She was beautiful. Truly beautiful. I couldn’t help but smile at my work of art.
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See, I dabble in everything (genre) 
