250 years ago, Melisandra found love, had hope and was human. But soon after love’s first kiss, her world turned to darkness. Her father’s senior advisor, an evil man, obsessed with possessing Melisandra, turns her into society’s most feared and hated race, a vampire. His plan fails when Melisandra turns to Bethany to keep her safe. Enraged, he murders Bethany. Her heart and soul in tatters, Melissa hides in the darkest corner of the first ship leaving port, not caring where she ends up.

Centuries later, Melisandra, who is now Dr. Melissa Craft, lives simply and works hard alongside humans, but resists any form of romantic love. Enter Sage, a beautiful woman with autumn eyes, who, in the span of a heartbeat, steals Melissa’s heart. As she surrenders to the idea of pursuing a relationship, Melissa receives a package. The familiar handwriting rattles her bones and strikes her core with a surge of hate, an emotion she’d never experienced before. 

Can Melissa come up with a plan to rid her life of the insane immortal chasing her through time and keep Sage safe without losing what’s left of her humanity? 

Yesterday I had an… I’ll call it an epiphany. Although it was slowly rolling closer like a cresting wave flowing through the ocean that suddenly turned into a tsunami. And yes, it dragged me under, threw me about and deprived me of air. Worse yet, my heart suffocated to the point of death and the only way to survive was to fight my perceptions of “what is” to see the truth. The truth is always so much more painful. It is my burden alone to recognize the world around me. To take cues from words and make assumptions that make us feel better about ourselves. I missed the actions stating the blaring obvious that I was wrong, because being wrong would hurt. I hurt. It’s my fault that I hurt. I’m usually guarded. Observant. Skeptical of the world. Sometimes I forget that people are human. I’ve put some on pedestals in the past which turned out to be catastrophic. Pain teaches you, until the pain subsides and you think you’ve learned. And I did. But it takes more than one slap in the face to teach you not to offer your cheek to everyone. It’s sad but true. Everyone you let in, you give the power to hurt you. Risk is part of life. Without taking risks, there is no life. But I digress.

There have been a few times in my life when I came crawling back to my husband and children, licking my wounds. Their love is true and unconditional. Our relationships respectful because of the full understanding of boundaries. Boundaries that were precisely erected over time using arguments, love and respect as binding agents.

This time, I licked my wounds in silence, using Reiki healing techniques my sister taught me. I engaged my higher self and rooted my being to earth. Once my heart’s ache subsided to the point where giving in to the pain was no longer an option, I knew what I had to do. My decision will go against my nature, but sometimes that’s a must. I don’t expect others to make and effort understand me. Nor do I want them to. The difference will be subtle to the world, but rendering to my instincts. It will take a while, but eventually standing behind this necessary deep line will become part of my balance and will keep me on a new, albeit, positive path.

I learned a long time ago that I am responsible for anything that happens in my life. Blaming others for not being who I wanted them to be created an issue where I felt exonerated in the emotional fall out. I don’t believe in the bigger person concept. That just makes me a false martyr. A very sad, angry and delusional “Bigger Person”. A bigger pain in the ass to everyone.

So, when an emotional tsunami hits, I let it pull me under, smash me against anger and hurt until I break its hold and I’m dumped onto the hot sand on my back, arms splayed looking at the storm rolling above. I understand I’m there because I swam to far, passed where I should have been, and entered the deep waters where I could no longer escape  the cataclysmic wave. I’m sorry for stepping over the line. I’m sorry for being oblivious of the boundaries. Complete peace won’t return any time soon, which will make it easier for me to see the line.

 

Okay. I’m back on track. As of late, I’ve repeated the Mantra… Everything Happens for a Reason. It helps. Took a while for the sentiment to arm wrestle logic not to into submission, but a standoff of beliefs rather than personal affronts. So. That done. I worked on writing. First rule in self preservation: Never let anything overshadow your dreams. All my shouting and complaining about politics got way out of hand. My writing suffered. My happiness tanked (Despite living my dream), my health sunk into bouts of stomach ailments. And the anger I’d battled for so long until it no longer controlled me, returned. I yelled, Stop! Took a step back to reassess my path. I had definitely fallen off the bridge onto my head. My splattered ego exposed my ruined self. Who am I to change what people think? I can only hope that my personal happiness ripples into the people surrounding me. Curiously, it was easier to shift back to who I am from what I’d become. Yay me.

Now… I’ve completed Twisted Fate. It is DONE!!!! Professionally edited and beautifully polished… if I say so myself.  Next step is to republish and call Amazon and have them set it up for an update so people who bought it already, get the new version free. And then Promote the hell out of it. It is good. Erotic and Sweet. Messy and Perfect. Just like me 🙂  I am Thrilled with the finished story. I will Let everyone know when I’ve set everything up to buy or update the new version. From now on… Ill stick to who I am. Love you all.

Mel ❤

Is the collusion of snowflakes a blanket of ignorance that makes everything the same? Suffocate differences. The absence of color. Numbing pain. A blanket of cold appearing as warmth in desperate hands. Blood and bone beneath sheets of foggy ice. Freezing thoughts of comfort. A slow death. Sleeping betrayal. Yes. But. The sun comes out. Heat melts the eyes awakens the mind and stimulates the heart. Not all but some. Enough. To burn the blanket. Dissolving the carefully woven crystals arresting thoughts. Salvation. Self-preservation. In that light, that encouraging inferno, we cling to each other. We are one, the decrepit, the strong, the despairing, the hearty. There are no them—we—us. Just me.  

Venting

Posted: December 2, 2017 in ME
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First Plague of Trump: Blood. Deaths caused by his divisive rhetoric and hate.

Second Plague of Trump: Empowered the frogs to slip from the bogs and croak loud and proud.

Third Plague of Trump: Lies changed dust to lice creating irritants and distractions.

Fourth Plague of Trump: Dog flies in the thousands attached themselves to the eyelids of conservatives rending them blind to truth.

Fifth Plague of Trump: Murrian. Cattle plague. How the GOP views the middle and lower classes.

Sixth Plague of Trump: Boils. Turning healthcare into a death sentence for the less privileged. Death means less insurance needs.

Seventh Plague of Trump: Hailstorm. Destruction of families. Loss of homes. Death of the dream.

Eighth Plague of Trump: Locusts. Conservative republicans and the recruitment of Lobbyists Trump denounced before the election. Hiring them after.

Ninth Plague of Trump: Darkness. The reign of Trump and his minions.

Tenth Plague of Trump: Death.

End The CON

Posted: December 1, 2017 in life lessons, ME
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Don’t know. I just don’t know. What will it take? Sexual assault is not funny and is a bright red flag to a person’s tarnished personality. Pedophilia is not something you forget or forgive. Nazi’s are bad. White supremacists are bad. Women who support them are mentally caged. Breaks my heart to see people make light of these situations. That is a problem in this country. Men strong armed women’s rights away. They claim god is on their side. Assigned it a masculine pronoun. No one sees all the wrong in that?

Words from a dream skitter across wakeful thoughts

A heart beat before I’m dead

Every bad and all the good—relived

Pain and joy close, never touching

Moments in between to decide

And then it begins

Peace and lavender haze surrounds my floating soul

visons beyond feeling dance in the shadows

Living between breaths takes courage

I succeeded and failed well

Now what?