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Naughty or Nice List? Book satisfies both

Country Fever

by: S. E. Isaac

**Enjoy a taste**

“Yep, we’re roommates. Sorry for not telling you back in town, but your day was already rocky, and I didn’t want me suffering the same fate as the computer.” He smiled sheepishly. “I hope you don’t hate me.”

“No.” My voice was weak. “May I have a seat?” I gestured toward the leather couch.

“Of course.”

I walked over and sat. Today was a day from hell. Not that having a hot guy as a roommate was bad. I’d have no complaints about watching him stroll around the house in his boxers…or briefs.

“Kathleen?”

“Huh?” How long had I zoned out?

“Want me to carry your bags in?”

“That’s all right. I’ll get them.” He frowned. “Something wrong with that?”

“Well, honestly, yes.” He sat next to me. “You’re a lady and I’m a gentleman. There are certain things a gentleman should do, like carry a lady’s bags for her.”

“I have hands. How do you think they got into my car?” I raised an eyebrow.

“I have no doubts of your capabilities, and if I had been there, you wouldn’t have loaded your bags.”

“Well, I did, so I can unload them.”

He shook his head. “I’m going to show you Southern hospitality. Not all men are spineless.” He appeared dead serious.

“We can unload them together.” I smirked, thinking victory was mine.

“Kathleen,” he said low, making me tremble. He leaned into me. “I have handcuffs.” Oh, my, yes, please handcuff me and have your way with me, sheriff. The thought of him naked and against me made my blood boil. I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m not afraid to use them to get my way.”

God, sign me up for that ride.

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Writing

I just want to write another book…damnit! It seems like 2016 came at me with a vengeance. One thing after the next. Hell upon hell. As my mom always says, “Can’t make this shit up”. The tales I could tell would have you all with your mouths dropped, you laughing hysterically, or have you on the phone with the nuthouse to have me committed.

They say life only gives you what you can handle. Well, apparently like is illiterate and did not read my life story from start to present. If life had, life would know that I have already been dragged through hell and back (over and over). I continue to face all of life’s monsters, but I am at the point of turning into one myself. I had no intention of becoming a monster. Life has broken me to the point of where I am losing who I am. I distance myself from many and cover my emotions from the rest.

Writing is my outlet. Writing is my passion. I do not want to lose the one thing that keeps me sane….

 

XoXo

A writer gone mad :-p

A Wednesday Laugh

Never stop climbing to get out of the rubble. There is always a view at the top.

Is this thing on?

Aloha from Oahu.

It may seem like an illusion, but I’m really back. (hopefully for a while) I have been dealing with a family crisis and it consumed my mind and heart. It took priority over all else. Family crisis is not over, but there are more hands on deck. I am hopeful that my heart won’t be as heavy and I will be able to focus on myself, as well as the problem at hand.

I thank you for those who have been there for me & I appreciate those who left me alone instead of being dramatic. All of this means the world to me.

I hope you all have an amazing morning, afternoon, and/or evening.

 

Happy Reading! ^ o ^

S.E.Isaac

Strength

For years, I have allowed others to dictate how I look. They defined my looks based on society’s definition of ‘beautiful’. I will never look like a supermodel. I enjoy food and don’t use photoshop. I am not perfect. I never will be nor do I ever want to be.

My outside might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I have a big heart. I have a lot to offer to the man, who ends up with me. I am done feeling sorry for myself. Done making excuses as to why I don’t deserve to be happy. I deserve to be happy. I have gone above and beyond for others. Now it is time for me to do the same for me.

For the first time ever, I was made to feel like a lady. Treated like one. Like how the men in romance novels treat women. It was such a weird, yet, glorious feeling. Treated like a precious gem and with no expectations or wanting anything in return from me. I am always the one to give, while the other person is selfish in some form.

Ladies and Gentlemen, know your worth. Don’t allow society or anyone to define your worth. You are amazing in your own way. Don’t ever forget that.❤

 

Happy Reading!

S.E.Isaac

Guess who’s back?

Yep! You guessed it. I am blogging for the second day in a row. Sigh. I wish I had some spectacular news to share with all of you. Maybe you guys have some exciting news to share with the world or myself? Feel free to comment and let the world hear you[image error]

 

Happy Reading!

S.E.Isaac

Where to Begin?

At this point in time, I do not even know where to begin. I feel like I am stuck asleep reliving a nightmare over and over. No matter how hard I try to wake up, I am forced to stay.

My son with the mental disability is still at the psych ward. His behaviors are not getting any better. He is just as narcissistic and manipulative as he was before I had him admitted. The staff tries their best with him, but have admitted that because of all of his behaviors (not just the narcissism and manipulation) they do not know what to do with him. He is autistic as well, so he freaks out with too motion stimulation. The staff finds themselves entertaining him off by himself in front of a computer or the television. I cannot even be mad at them, because that is much easier to handle then one of his violent tangents.

My time has been consumed with countless meetings with different state agencies and hospitals. I feel like that is my full time job- going to meetings for my son.

As a family (my mother, youngest, and I), go up to visit my son, but lately he is back to being pissed off at us. And all because we told him he could not come home just yet. Because of those words, he went ape shit on us. We were on a pass with him & outside the hospital driving, after taking him to McDonalds. He was so pissed off, he tried jumping out of the car. We got him to the hospital parking lot and he went ballistic. He was cussing, hitting, spitting on us, being inappropriate, etc. We got him back in the car & he threw my youngest booster seat at him. I sat in the back & had to hold my son because he was kicking, screaming, spitting, etc. He tried attacking my mother the entire time she drove. It took an act of God, but I got him back inside to the hospital & on to the psych ward where he went ape shit again.

Dealing with my son and his current state of mind is so stressful. I do not know whether I am coming or going. I yearn for him to be home with us, but I know that it is not safe for any of us, if he comes home.

His behavior is so awful and his brain functioning is so rare, that professionals do not know what to do. They say they have never seen a child with these behavioral issues and mental instability. It has come to the point where now the State of Hawaii is looking into a placement facility on the Mainland. It is heartbreaking to hear that my son will be away from us because no one here knows what to do or how to help him.

I find myself isolating myself from all of those around me. I feel like I have given my all to everyone and that now it is time for people to give themselves to me (even if it is just 1%). I spend so much time helping others, but feel that when my life is upside down & I am in need of a friend that I have no one. Because of this, I have ejected from a social life. I figured, people know how to reach me, if I am important to them.

I know this is a long, rambling post, but it was needed. I needed the world to know why I’m silent. I needed to verbally (written) throw up my thoughts and feelings.

Hopefully, my life will steady and I can go back to focusing on writing, which is my true passion. Right now, I hardly have the energy to even write this.

 

Happy Reading, as Always,

S.E.Isaac

‘Train to Anguish’ is coming soon!

I held Dimitri against my body and I felt the walls shake from the Squadron. They were coming in low and fast. I didn’t look up just kept my head down and held Dimitri. His arms wrapped around me and he held me against him. The tears were streaming down my face as fast as the squadron was moving.

“Firing.”

Whistles filled the air. The atmosphere turned hot and dry howling wind accompanied by earth-shattering impacts. I held on to Dimitri as tight as I could while the ground shook and rubble fell down on top of us. The whistles and explosions continued. I heard the squadron fly over us.

“Going to make a second pass,” the squadron leader said.

I didn’t respond to him. I just held Dimitri. He had always been kind to me and over the months at Anguish became a good friend. He stuck up for me numerous times and was always smiling. I couldn’t just leave him even if it meant my death. He wouldn’t die alone.

“Kaitlyn,” Eric said. His voice was shaky.

I couldn’t answer him because I refused to let goodbye be the last thing I said to him.

“Kaitlyn, please sweetheart, say something.”

Building a New Me

Working towards building a new me. It will take time, but in the end, it shall be built.