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#Poetry Ish (WORDPLAY: Therapy Session)

Yo what’s shaking? The S.A.S.S., taking a break from shining my blades to let you folks know about a new poetry book coming out, entitled WORDPLAY: Therapy Session (

When the world needs your light, the supply is unlimited. When you need the world’s light, the service is disconnected. Shrouded in darkness, with not even a candle’s flicker to show the way, how does one heal?

Andrew Boyd’s result is to conduct his own Therapy Session. This fifth book in the WORDPLAY poetry series is a chronicle of crepuscules that Andrew has faced throughout his life, some unbeknownst to those who believed knew him best. What he hopes to accomplish through this psychoanalysis is the prescription to understanding, development and sustainable peace.

Hate

Sitting on the floor in front of a crowd,

My legs are crossed Indian Style,

Elbows on the knees.

Head bowed down and temperament apparent,

My microphone will melt with what I will say.

Hate is a strong word: never to be taken lightly.

There are many who do not use the word when

Expressing the feelings they have for others.

I Hate the fact that there is suffering,

I Hate the fact that there are immoral people.

I Hate that those who do the most harm are

The ones worshipping under the steeple.

I Hate how they lie to innocent parties.

I Hate that they rage on another.

I Hate how they do not hold themselves accountable

As they break the heart of their mother.

I Hate how people turned their backs to me.

I Hate that they feel they are seen as priority one.

I Hate that patience to them is a waste of time

Yet they look to me to jump the gun.

I Hate how people say that they are by my side,

Yet their actions speak louder than their words.

I Hate the fact that they lied to me that way

To the point where I show them my flock of birds.

I Hate that I trust some people early:

I Hate that part about myself.

There should be many people walking with shirts

That read “Trusting me is bad for your health.”

I Hate this life that I live:

I can only blame myself.

I Hate that I placed myself in these situations:

I Hate that I cannot see my worth and wealth.

To acknowledge that I Hate myself

Tells me personally that I see more than I care to see.

I need to stop hating the reflection in my mirror,

If I am to change things around and about me.

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Andrew Boyd is a student of poetry, blogging, and storytelling. Andrew became a self-published author on February 27, 2013. He is one who is honest to where he made people mad, yet they respect and respected what he had, have, and has to say.

A two-time kidney transplant recipient, Andrew is one who looks at the world in a way that gives and gave him perspective as to how his life would be shaped due to his medical experiences, as well as helping others by exuding inspiration and compassion to those around him.

He is a graduate of the Class of 1996 from Germantown-Lankenau Motivational Program Annex, where his writing prowess was born in the 10th Grade, and continued on while attending Arcadia University in 1996. After a writing hiatus in 1997, a trip to New York City in March 2010 reignited his passion for writing. While posting several of his writings on social media outlets, he also performs and performed spoken word poetry in the Philadelphia and New York areas. He is currently performing on Black Poetry Cafe’s (BPC) internet radio show “FEVER FRIDAYS”.

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#Vampire Swag: New Release “Lilith’s Dominion”

Lilith’s Dominion by Y. Correa

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When Lilith fails to comply with the plans of Man and The Creator, she is punished to an existence that costs her the fruits of humanity. Every moment becomes a never ending spin cycle of memories mirroring profound loss, recalcitrant rage, and immeasurable suffering.

During a Halloween party at the Arcadia Chateau, the blue-green eyed brunette Jet leaves an impression which shatters the equilibrium of Lilith’s cloud of darkness. Is this a temporary aggravation or the start of a much needed resurrection—the fire of love in a heart iced with hurt?

Excerpt

It is believed that before the Genesis of the human age, Adam had a wife … a first wife; Lilith.

Created from the same ground from which Adam was molded, Lilith proved to be a bit more than his subordinate.

She was his equal.

Legend has it that Lilith was strong willed, independent and unyielding. All of the things that Adam did not want in a wife.

Red hair, sensual curves and red-brown eyes, Lilith was voluptuousness in the form of a woman. Passion, ardent and burning vitality. Lilith considered herself Adam’s compeer in every way—second to none and nothing.

What Adam hated to admit was that Lilith was his weakness, his burning desire, and his fierce, iniquitous poison. As much as he wanted her, he also hated her. It was her authority that continually dominated him, and her lasciviousness that seduced him. He was less of a man when he was around her, yet he also could not feel more empowered.

Adam realized that his obsession with Lilith was a lecherous enthrallment and nothing more, for he could not love her. Neither could he be her master. This was the problem. Adam’s job was to be in control, to be the head. The leader of Lilith and all of their descendants. For this, the Creator had made him.

Yet, around her—Lilith—he was nothing more than a groveling, dribbling, insecure excuse for a man. She had him wrapped around her little finger, and this suited her just fine.

Adam, not so much.

This was not what the Creator had mandated. Not what he intended when making them both. He needed Adam—level headed and trustworthy—to be in charge. However, with the ever present seduction of Lilith, this wouldn’t be possible.

Something must be done.

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The sound of a single long nail clicking against a hardwood table was all that could be heard in the room. Why? Because all of the noise and commotion was in her head.

Voices, memories, flashing thoughts. Chaos! Nothing more and nothing less.

The upsurge of rampant thoughts caused her mouth to slap with thirst—suck her teeth in upheaval. Lilith’s thirst was soon to be quenched, she was certain. She’d already made the preparations. Yet, the riot that was Lilith’s unending trail of assaulting musings would probably never be quelled.

The light of night poked through the monumental stained glass windows. One ray in particular beamed across the room, perpendicular to its point of origin, then ricocheted from a mirror to shine a slender bright stream of yellow-orange light on the table. The thin beacon glowed not too far from where her hand tapped an agitated finger.

The room was enormous and regal, yet devoid of any exuberance. Filled with scarce furnishings—the mammoth hardwood table and the innumerable chairs that surrounded it. Old, decrepit paintings adorned the walls.

The air was stifling, consumed by the scent of mothballs, molded and aged wood.

How did I get here? Lilith’s thought, although in her mind, seemed to echo through the stretch of the empty room.

“Madam, your supper is ready,” squealed Lilith’s faithful attendant, though indubitably pitiful as he was, whilst walking in. The aged, wooden double doors screeched upon his opening them. Then, he closed them, without as much as a glimpse back. His skin had not seen the light of day in so long that it had lost its color. A peculiar shade of tan-gray, wrinkled and rough, was all that remained.

Throughout the years, Demetrius had become an old, dilapidated, fragile corpse of a man—feeble and haggard, yet faithful. Lilith considered that while his situation was different than hers, at least they shared the apathetic hue of their skin color, albeit not her extraordinary good looks.

“Bring it in, Demetrius. Leave it,” replied Lilith as she waved a hand in the air, with little to no regard whatsoever. Completely detached from human emotion and void of fascination. She couldn’t help herself. All her vitality had been lost eons ago.

“Yes, Madam,” responded Demetrius, then nodded his head and bowed out of the room. Seconds later he pulled in a frightened brunette, who was so dismayed that she’d lost all fight and merely shivered and sobbed uncontrollably. Demetrius, grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair and tossed her on the ground in front of Lilith. “Your supper my lady.” he said subserviently, then bowed out of the room once more.

Lilith wasted no time whatsoever and with the blink of an eye had the girl trapped, her fangs sunk into the girl’s main artery. The one located between the thighs—Lilith had long since grown tired of the neck. It was too convenient and she craved a bit of excitement, rare as it was.

Moments later, the girl’s life blood had been drained and all that remained was a naked, pale carcass.

Lilith stood to her feet uneventfully, sighed deeply, dusted her hands and then took a seat once again in her favorite chair.

With that, her mind whirled into its turbulent incongruity yet again.

Author Bio

Y. Correa is a literary seductress, luring one in with her talent of Romancing the Words, keeping one hypnotized with dynamic characters, and stimulating one with engaging narrative voices, strong plots, and epic conflicts. Her writes are as complex and as distinct as her person; a delightful combination of eclectic and antiquated. Therefore, the mere mention of fitting into one set genre is laughable. The multi-genre decadence is where she showcases her magnificence.

Some of Y. Correa’s works include Historical Fiction “MarcoAntonio & Amaryllis”, Sci-Fi Mashup “Earth 8-8-2: The Genesis Project”, Sci-Fi Fiction series “A.L.O.M” and short stories such as “Ryan”, “Loving … them!” and “The G. Particle”.

Ms. Correa has also been in several short story anthologies and is the Founder/Creator of All Authors Publications and Promotions whose subsidiaries are:

All Authors Magazine
All Authors Graphic Design
All Authors Publishing House

and
All Authors Certificate of Excellence

Links:

“Lilith’s Dominion” on Goodreads

Author Website

Filed under: aaph family, Books Tagged: lilith's dominion, paranormal, Y. Correa

February Roundtable

What’s baking? I’m a fan of Apple Pie myself. The SASS here, treating everyone to a Round Table before we say adios to the Leap Day. However, I’m going to let everyone else talk because I don’t tend to do the “L” word (if you get my drift).

So for all of the “L” birds, here is the Round Table Question:

 

How do you like your love served? Happily ever after, always … inspirational … realistic … bittersweet … none of these?

Hello Da’Kharta,

Well, my catchphrase wouldn’t be “happily ever after is subjective” if I didn’t believe just that. That is to say, I prefer my “love served real”. So, in laymen terms, I like it realistic.

I love fiction, but there is nothing more fulfilling to me than a fictional story with a realistic ending, whatever that ending might be. I just live off of the emotions that a realistic ending provides. Some make you cry, others, laugh, and still others, angry. But for every emotion provoked there is a sense of completion because it was as real as possible.

When it comes to love stories, I’m a softie when it comes to happily ever after. I love reading about couples, who overcome the obstacles to be together and at the end, I want them to have the happy ending they deserve.

Good day and greetings.

This is a wonderful question, Da’Kharta. Thank you for asking it.

I would have to agree with Rose in saying that I prefer my romance realistic.

I once heard our Publisher say that the best fiction is based on nonfiction. I do believe that that is the most accurate example I’d ever heard. You see, if the reader can associate with the story in some way than the story becomes credible; the more plausible the story the more enjoyable it is. While deep down inside most people love the “happily ever after” ending, I do think that a person would be more inclined to have a larger degree of respect for a story that is true to its origin and premise no matter what that might be.

Thank you, again, for having me. Cheers.

I lean a bit more towards a read that promotes everlasting love, that demonstrates the test of endurance if you will. To me, it sends the message, “If they can achieve this feat, perhaps there is a future for little old me.”

Hello Da’Kharta, everyone. *tipping my hat*

Contrary to popular belief, I am fond of the enduring love ending of a story. Even in my own romantic story, while sort of emotional, the ending did attest to enduring love.

What can I say? I’m a sucker for a happy ending. Although, I’d be lying if I said that I would expect every book to finish happily. That wouldn’t make any sense, of course.

Yet there is something very effectual and rewarding in a story that celebrates the perseverance of love.

Thanks for having me!

Hello everybody, let’s talk!

I do confess to gushing over the non-conventional, with doses of humor thrown in to lead to the happily ever after. Satisfies the hopeless romantic in me, so to speak.

Toodles!

Fist pounds to Synful Desire, Y. Correa, Queen of Spades, Adonis Mann, Carol Cassada, and C. Desert Rose for spending a bit of time in the Asylum.

DR

In case you didn’t get the memo, the Round Tables are every two months. If you want to chime in on April’s question, I’m putting out an open call on Facebook (#shocker) from today until March 30th.

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That Fate Stuff #BookRelease

Welcome!

Today we are celebrating the official release of “Demoness Enchanted”, Book Two of the Fate’s Endeavor Series.

Blurb:

Normalcy, was not a word recognized by Zita. Her entire life was nothing, if not abnormal. Her family, herself, her entire existence, all of it; unnatural. Yet, to her it was nothing but the truth of her actuality. Such, was her life—making it to her normal, as she knew nothing else. Still, it was what made her whom and what she was … a hybrid!

Roman; a witty, silver tongued young man with an average life. He looked forward to finishing High School and thereafter going on a missionary trip to Brazil. He knew that something special awaited him there. What he didn’t know was exactly how special it was.

Fate’s endeavor is Fate’s design, and Fate’s design is unlike any humanity has ever known.

Demoness Enchanted, the story of two completely different beings and the scheme which destiny has preordained for them.

The Fate’s Endeavor Series, surpassing the emotional fabric of angels and demons and delving into the delicate threads which infuse Fate’s tapestry.

Excerpt:

I no longer saw any use in keeping track of time—it was nothing to me anymore.

Useless.

In actuality, everything was nothing to me now.

The void that consumed my heart was not an innate part of me. Melancholy was my mind. Malevolence, my spirit. Anger, my breath.

I pondered on how things changed just like that. How one moment in a being’s life could make all things different.

This was my life now.

Zita, the demon.

The children were the only exception to that rule. They were innocent; did not ask to walk the face of this miserable planet. Like me, they’d been pushed into something that was not of their own choosing. They were my only concern now. Some time back, I’d located an abandoned building and made a home for the children and I in it. No one knew we were there, and no one ever would. It was an old, haggard, battered place, but it had four walls and a roof. That was better than beaten, wet boxes. I’d taken care of making it habitable.

My secret had been well kept. I made sure of it.

I toyed with the wicked at my whim. Took the very last cent that they carried in their pockets, then made sure that the deed was completed by their own hands—a deed that I’d prompted them to commit. Their termination.

Perhaps I was wrong. Yet, the people I ended were even more reprehensible than I.

Immediately after my nightly hunt, I’d return to the makeshift home I’d created for us, and take care of them.

They need a mother. I shall be that mother.

I had heard through the grapevine that there would be a missionary group coming to town sometime soon. Little did I realize that it would be so soon. I couldn’t help but wonder what their true intentions were—these missionaries. If I so much as suspected that they had sneaky plans, I’d take care of them myself.

Early morning peeked through the horizon—golden hues of sunshine beamed over the hills and plains of Feijo. The sun made her entrance like a Queen over her people, raising her fanciful scepter, bright and majestic. Roosters announced her arrival, like nature’s heralds, crowing loudly for all of the world to hear.

The richness of the sun’s auspicious rays slowly grazed over the extent of Feijo, little by little turning the purple shades of night into the orange blush of morning.

From within the bounds of the gray, peeling walls, and enormous windows of our large room, I heard giant trucks running down uneven roads. People jargoned loudly and scrambled around to get to their morning rituals. Market owners prepared their kiosks, making them ready for the day’s business. All of the commotion could be heard from within the thin shabby walls of our provisional home, for provisional it was. At least until I had gathered together enough money to give the children something better.

The smell of freshly baked bread came wafting in through the open windows which helped fully awaken me, and in turn, the remnants of the children that still slept.

I could hear a little boy running and yelling down the road, “They’re here! They’re here!” he called euphorically.

Hmm, so they are here, I thought. This will be interesting.

“Josue, go see what’s going on.” I instructed when I saw Josue getting out of bed.

He immediately jumped out of the bed to wash his face, then quickly ran out the door.

“Children; wake up babies,” I said softly as I shook Leilani tenderly. It was a joy to see their innocent eyes opening every morning. Gratitude displayed in the joyous smiled on their faces as they awoke in an actual bed. Although tattered mattresses on the floor, this was better than a cold, damp, ransacked cardboard boxes lined up in dark alleyways.

Anything is better than that.

“Let’s go see what these missionaries are up to.” I said tenderly.

“Okay.” little Leilani grumbled.

“Alright sweetheart,”

“Do you think they will have food?” she asked.

“I hope so baby,”

“Do you think that they will share?” Leilani was so young, so naive. She lost her parents at the hands of a brutal, vicious police officer. She had no family left to care for her. It was Leilani against the world, much like me. I had to protect her. She was only five!

Furthermore, like I had once been, she too was so innocent, so guiltless. She needed someone to care for her. I had no one and I would not let that happen to her. I had to learn the hard way and I would free Leilani from that miserable grief.

“Yes Ani, if they are as nice as all the other children say they are, I think that they will share,” I replied more so for her benefit than mine. “Alright Ani, let’s get you washed up and dressed.”

“Okay.” She dragged, her sweet voice heavy with sleep.

Would you like to savor the entire story from the start? Then pick up a FREE Kindle copy of “If Death Should Love Me, Fate’s Endeavor Book One“, TODAY!

Now, don’t delay. Go and get your copy of “Demoness Enchanted” and “If Death Should Love Me” TODAY!

2 at the price of 1!

Filed under: aaph family, All Authors Publishing House, Books Tagged: c desert rose, demoness enchanted, fate's endeavor

One Most Likely #FatesEndeavorFun

Yo, Asylum Guests, Gatekeepers and Visitors. You are witnessing a first time event, a game show of sorts called One Most Likely. The responses to the questions (or scenarios, if that floats your boat) will be answered by those featured in books related to the Fate’s Endeavor Series by C. Desert Rose—either “If Death Should Love Me” or the newest installment “Demoness Enchanted”.

In addition, just so none of us gets lost, we also invited the author of the series to fill in what book said character is from and a tiny description related to the character’s appearance, function or both.

Scenario I

A mad man holding a machete jumps out of the bushes. Which one would most likely stare at him while screaming in horror?

Frankie: ME! Um … hold on. * scratching my throat * No, not me.

So … sup?

Frankie the little brother of the heroine in “If Death Should Love Me”. He’s a bit kooky, incredibly loud and totally entertaining. Frankie encompasses the annoying little brother that everyone loves to hate.

Scenario II

I give one of my Asylum Gatekeepers the night off. Which one would most likely jump at the chance to offer mental, physical or emotional stimulation?

Tievel: My body tingles at the prospect of entangling myself with such delight. First, I would sing them into a trace that would allow me to manipulate their every thought. Then, slowly but surely, I would “stimulate” each fragment of their being, until they’ve come undone with torment.

Tievel is Zita’s, the heroine of “Demoness Enchanted”, grandfather. His name is Hebrew for “evil” so you can just imagine the foulness of his existence.

Scenario III

I want to produce a catchy tune for the inmates. Which one would most likely come up with a pleasing melody?

Zita: I would! I quite like music. As a matter of fact, music is what defines my existence. Suffice it to say that I could lull even the most angry of souls with my song. Then again, I could also destroy them with it.

Zita is the main character of “Demoness Enchanted”. She is the only Encantadora in existence and her powers are unique to her as, not only can she sing to aestheticize the mind, but she can wail to destroy.

Scenario IV

Two individuals cry to be saved but only one can live so “life as one knows it” can continue. Which one would most likely NOT be willing to sacrifice for the cause?

Gabriel: Sacrifice? I know not the meaning of the word. Furthermore, mortals need not survive, for they are the feces which soils the face of this planet. Pfff … sacrifice. I scoff at such a ludicrous rumination.

Gabriel is certainly not everyone’s favorite archangel. He lives in “If Death Should Love Me” and is by no means the lovely being that humanity has painted him out to be.

Scenario V

An associate of mine is feeling especially moody. Which one would most likely turn the frown slightly upside down? (What can I say? The dude hates smiling.)

Roman: Um, I guess that might be me. But, maybe not, I don’t know. I can try, I think. Shoot, I don’t know. Maybe the dude just needs to get over it.

Roman is just your average, everyday American kid. He is part of “Demoness Enchanted”. He isn’t really THAT egocentric, but sometimes he can’t help himself.

Scenario VI

A writer in my very small circle is overtaken by an onslaught of crappy reviews.  Which one would most likely revamp the book to become a best seller?

Sophia: Okay, okay. I’m gonna have to jump on in here. I think that’d be me. I can’t help it. Imma sap. I just don’t like people being unhappy, what can I say? *shrugs*

Sophia is the main character of “If Death Should Love Me”. She has a big heart and nervous personality that everyone loves. She’s stronger than she realizes and more giving than anyone around her.

All right. As Porky Pig would say but I’ll say with less stutter “That’s All Folks”. Oh, and don’t forget to cop If Death Should Love Me and Demoness Enchanted when it comes out February 26th.

DR
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This Sad Ish Right Here

What’s popping? The SASS here. Since being slightly anti-social is part of my makeup (and I don’t mean Cover Girl) no apologies will be offered for any absence on my part.

I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. It’s morphed into commercial bullshit. It’s also become a tactic of braggado (combo of brag and bravado) to see which female can sport the biggest romantic gifts (read: the ring) and brag about which one received the most romantic of gestures. I ain’t for that crap.

That’s not what this post is about though.

While lounging in my hibernation chamber, I was thumbing through some channels and there is a trend that I’m finding very unsettling. Apparently, a lot of men have been trading their schlongs for canoes—misreading getting in touch with their sensitive sides to auction their balls off on eBay and stocking up on estrogen.

In other words, pussyfooting is the new man’s swagger.

You want to know why I’m single? Well one of the main reasons is because whatever mate I’m with has to be tougher than I am. You see, I’m not one of those females who are grossed out at the sight of blood or is afraid to get my hands dirty when trying to do a task. Miss me with the whole “fiddle-dee-dee Scarlet” madness. Also, I’m the wrong woman to get when your draws are in a knot after dealing with a less than pleasant person on the job, in traffic, in general. Not saying I won’t listen but a whiner will get my telling him to suck that shit up.

Another reason is that this “new” type of man isn’t using the right type of language to convey what he really wants. I know society has mandated that it’s not exactly proper to come straight out and say, “I just want to have sex with you” but it would be better to state it from the gate so that there’s no confusion. None of this covert language of “let’s be friends” or even worse “this build a friendship” spiel when the guy really wants a relationship. Just causes a bit too much confusion especially if there’s a female that’s going to take what a guy “says” at face value, not necessarily what he does.

For instance, this associate of mine who was trying to find a new friend. She had on her profile she just wanted friends—nothing in there said anything about “benefits” or “relationship”. There were many men who thought there was some secret language in there and was steady offering the “d”, if you get my drift but girl wasn’t having it. Then, an intelligent life form (because it seems having a good conversation is becoming obsolete) named Bemo approached her and seemed to fit the protocol on paper and even in chatting.

However, meeting like an entirely different animal. Bemo went from being that cool guy one could geek out with to acting out his “I’m not over my last boo—highly insecure—sure, I said I wanted friendship but can you be my rebound chic” type drama. Ol’ girl had to put the brakes on that quick, fast, and in a hurry. Is it so hard to find someone with reading comprehension, listening comprehension and emotional maturity?

Um … in this dating age, yes. Men like Bemo trek the norm as opposed to the exception. One can no longer assume or even expect anyone to have anything closely related to act right (what others would coin etiquette). So, even if to one person it may be “duh”, you have to ask or you may be assed out of luck.

Heidi, another one of my associates was brought up on the guy pays for everything spiel. Since it was all she had been exposed to, she didn’t think there were any exceptions. So, Heidi was shocked when she went out on one date with a guy and he pulled up his calculator app to calculate to the penny what her portion of the meal equated. Heidi put up a hissy fit but that dude would not be moved—she had to pony up or scrub some pots. To save her dignity, she paid and gave me the blow by blow. I pissed her off more when I started laughing. I laughed because they should have had “the conversation”.

The short version is that “the conversation” is talk, text, or email that outline elements of an outing, such as the type of outing, time of outing, transportation/meeting arrangements, and perhaps the most important element, who is dishing out the cash.

I’m not dumb enough to go anywhere without emergency money but hey, everybody isn’t me.

If Heidi would have had “the conversation” with dude, she would have known in advance that all he does is Dutch. Maybe it doesn’t matter to him if he initiated the meeting; he was only going to pay his half—nothing more, nothing less.

Who knows? “The conversation” could also serve as a tool for elimination. I’m going to cue a dramatization with “the conversation” in play.

Heidi: I’m so glad we’re finally arranging a time to meet.

Dude: Yeah me too. So, Cartier at 7 tonight works for you?

Heidi: Sure. Isn’t it that new French restaurant on the corner of Stuckington Avenue?

Dude: You’ve got it … dressing to the nines is a must in there.

Heidi: This is a perfect time to break in my new heels. So, are we meeting there or are you coming to get me?

Dude: Hey, can you swing by and get me? My car isn’t out of the shop yet.

Heidi: You’re about an hour out, think it’d be easier if we just meet at the restaurant.

Dude: You sure you can’t? There are always delays with mass transit.

Heidi: Guess you’re going to have to leave earlier.

Dude: Um … okay. It’s good I got paid today. It’s rare I treat myself to some French eats.

Heidi: You mean treat a date to French eats, right?

Dude: No, just me.

Heidi: Whoa! Wait a minute. Although going to Cartier is your idea, you expect me to pay for my own meal?

Dude: My mistake. I thought you had gotten paid, too. We can reschedule this until your check comes in.

Heidi: You know what? I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think we should meet at all.

Dude: You’re the boss but it’s your loss. (click)

See how disaster got avoided with “the conversation”? Heidi can go on to find someone more in line with her experiences, and Dude can continue being … well … the dude.

I don’t have the energy to rant about how the dating game could be better. It’s too late to recall all of the manginas; there’s too many of these dudes out there. All I will say is if signs come up that a man is more pissy, prissy, and pussy than you and that’s something you can’t tolerate, then don’t mess with the man. Just because there’s a man shortage doesn’t mean you should saddle yourself with an abundance of misery. That’s what inflatable dolls, Snuggie Blankets, movies, chocolate, alcohol, and sex toys are for.

Oh well. That could be just me.

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Demoness Enchanted #CoverReveal

Hello and welcome!

Today, the All Authors Publishing House Family brings you a Special Cover Reveal. In 2014 All Authors brought you the first installment in this series; “If Death Should Love Me” by C. Desert Rose.

However, today we bring you the cover of the much awaited second installment in the series, “Demoness Enchanted“.

Normalcy, was not a word recognized by Zita. Her entire life was nothing, if not abnormal. Her family, herself, her entire existence, all of it; unnatural. Yet, to her it was nothing but the truth of her actuality. Such, was her life—making it to her normal, as she knew nothing else. Still, it was what made her whom and what she was… a hybrid!

Roman; a witty, silver tongued young man with an average life. He looked forward to finishing High School and thereafter going on a missionary trip to Brazil. He knew that something special awaited him there. What he didn’t know was exactly how special it was.

Fate’s endeavor is Fate’s design, and Fate’s design is unlike any humanity has ever known.

Demoness Enchanted, the story of two completely different beings and the scheme which destiny has preordained for them.

The Fate’s Endeavor Series, surpassing the emotional fabric of angels and demons and delving into the delicate threads which infuse Fate’s tapestry.

Filed under: aaph family, All Authors Publishing House, cover reveal Tagged: angel and demon shyt, c desert rose, demoness enchanted, fate's endeavor

This Year Ish: #2015IsGone

What’s baking? It better be some apple pie to have me come out of hibernation like this!

Well, my publisher has mandated that I do some type of Year in Review or some such nonsense. I suppose … not that I have a choice … that I will play along. In my not so humble opinion, Year in Reviews are nothing more than to pump up one’s ego (if you did a lot of shit), berate yourself utterly (if you didn’t do shit), and promise yourself and the world that you’re going to do more shit that makes you feel like you’re the shit.

I don’t care about any of that shit.

Okay, I have reached my s word quota for this post. I will carry on using a new cuss word.

Or … as my publisher gives me the skanky eye, I can deliver this post in a less inflammatory manner.

I’ll do my best but no promises. You knew that when you took me on.

So what was I up to this year?

I started up a Roundtable Thing. Originally, I wanted to do it every month—focusing on things that made my back side itch as it pertained to the author and reader communities alike. Then, I was like “Why waste all of this good ink every month?” So, for preservation, and to keep from always having to poke my head out, I toned it down to every two months, starting this past October.

I opened my Asylum to others during National Short Story Month in May. You think following the rules would be simple, and to even make it easier, I filtered everything through my publisher. Had everything on point: down to the dates. I take no excuses. If you snooze, you lose because I don’t have to open up my spot to anyone. I was just taking the “anti” off the “social” temporarily for a good cause.

Yet, humans are as humans do, and a few humans didn’t follow instructions. So those humans missed out on spotlight. If it were a real life situation, a person could be dead off these idiots’ bull … well, you get the picture.

Needless to say, a situation that was a failure to follow protocol resulted in someone getting excessively emo. Seriously, a whole “f this, I’m done” type fiasco.

So not sure if I’m going to unlock my Asylum for this coming May—as it stands, I’m on that “Nope, nope, hell no!”

Something I wrote got put in All Authors Magazine. Issue 12: The Spooks of Imagination. I couldn’t walk away from a title like that. Also, it’s free and you can get a copy from the All Authors Magazine online website. Or, if the site just happens to be locked (it does that when it’s doing a live issue switch) then you can contact my publisher.

Speaking of FREE, my Smashwords catalog is a bit bare. Reason being that the company is going in a different direction—where works that are greater than a certain word count receive a price point and moved to Amazon. One of my works that used to be on Smashwords “Simi’s Komma” is no longer on there but I’m not too mad because it made room for S.K.A.R. Who knew it would be over 10,000 by the time all was said and done? Yet, it leaves “Vocal Remedy” on its lonesome.

In my past torture session (read: Mentoring Meeting), I said that it made no sense for people to have to sign up just to be able to download something they’re getting free. Like, why can’t I have a link to the type of file directly on my site? You don’t have to sign up for my site—just click “Ink” and then go to the title and what not. From what I hear, they are working on it. If all goes well, then in the future, you guys will be able to get my freebies here without a whole lot of that extra hassle. It makes me understand how frustrated people get when trying to see a movie online but have to sign up before one gets access—um, not that I’m encouraging that type of activity, just making a comparison.

Yeah, I know this YIR is not in any type of order. Sorry, you are just going to have to make due—consider this a scenic route.

According to my publisher and others, I became a multi-genre writer with Boundless Limits. Trust me: that mess was by accident. Certain stuff is in my head and I just put it on paper. I don’t do all that genre labeling, although I do like it when people die, if there is a box for that, I’ll stay in that one all day. Even in anthologies I’ve been a part of, I could never resist the urge to generate an unfortunate event.

Well, one anthology I missed the boat on was the 2nd installment of Concordant Vibrancy. I don’t want you guys to protest and not pick it up because Anti-Social Me will not make an appearance.

Yet I have to give the gossip hounds some bones as to the reason, which is something like this—I dig working with authors who are in alignment with my writing caliber; if I believe that those authors are not, then I’m not the type who wants to work with those people—even if I’m cool with the rest of the squad. Therefore, when the time arrived, I had to take a pass. That’s all I’m going to say in regards to that.

Before I close, I do have a New Year’s Resolution and that is—to keep being me as much as I can.

What did you expect? It guarantees that it’ll never been broken.

Think I’ve served enough penance—time to go back inside the cave.

DR
Filed under: rising talk Tagged: year in review or some such

December Round Table

Yo! The SASS here, coming to you with another Round Table. In case you were living under a rock or something, you probably heard that the Round Table is going to be every other month. No sweat off my brow. It gives me less to write, so it’s a WIN, WIN situation.

Okay, let’s introduce the participants in this roundtable:

Adonis Mann
C. Desert Rose
Synful Desire
Queen of Spades
Y. Correa

and new to the Roundtable

Carol Cassada

Now it is time for the Round Table Question.

What do you think is the most important element in a holiday story and why?



 

Hello and good day.

Here is my answer.

I believe that ambiance is the most important element in a holiday story. If the person reading the story cannot “feel” the holidays, then the author has missed the mark.

I believe I’ve said this many times in the past, but to me, story telling is like music. In a holiday song one finds a rhythm and beat that reminds you that it is indeed a special time of year. I would think that this should also remain true in a story. If it is told in representation of the holidays, then the reader should be able to pick up on that immediately.

Thanks again for including me in the Roundtable.

 

Hello All. Hi Da’Kharta!

#DoubleBookRelease (Simmer/H.E.R.)

Hello and welcome! Today we are celebrating the official Book Release of “Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet” by Adonis Mann and Synful Desire, as well as “H.E.R.: Handy Extended Release” by Synful Desire.

Blurb:

When love simmers sweet and passion simmers smooth, rhapsody is efficacious rapture.

Tommy and Spencer were meant for each other, that is, until a serendipitous encounter proves to be an enormous revelation. Will Luke, Tommy’s childhood friend, serve to change the tide?

Kesha has finally told Teresa about her feelings. The only drawback is Teresa’s engagement to Chris. Will Kesha bask in the bliss that only Teresa can bring, or will Chris get in the way?

Come feel the ardent emotions which steam under a silky surface with Simmer: Smoothe & Sweet .

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Blurb:

Erotic

Never underestimate the steam of a hot caffeinated beverage infused with the flavor of imagination. Wake up your senses while savoring “Kona”.

Experimental

A simple ad gives a curious skeptic a lot more than he was bargaining for. Check out the hair-raising experience while combing through “Tresses”.

Entertaining

Darbi has her share of bad luck. She is unexpectedly in job purgatory and has no chance of ever getting a promotion. Her online dating profile sat months without any responses. Why should she continue?

As she signed on to delete everything entirely, three responses catch her eye. All are different but each has something about them which makes Darbi want to meet all three. Ade appears to be the guy next door. Boyde looks like a supermodel. Choise looks like the rugged type.

When all is not what it seems, Darbi has concluded that her love life is mating with her job status in purgatory. Will anything come in handy to turn her luck around?

This version of “Handy” includes an epilogue, as well as Darbi speak.

Erotic, Experimental, and Entertaining—All come in Handy when experiencing a Good Release.

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Filed under: All Authors Publishing House, Books Tagged: adonis mann, contemporary romance, erotica, handy extended release, simmer smoothe and sweet, synful desire