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|I am a recently published author for Eternal Press/Damnation Books, LLc. My book, Teaching Between Midnight and Dawn was releases Aug 7th 2011 @ Eternal Press, Amazon, Fictionwise and a host of other retailers where ebooks and paperbacks are sold.
Arieanna’s life right now seemed nearly complete. Her career was soaring, she had a family who adored her, and her students loved her. Life was simple and uncomplicated. That is until she met Auron. Arieanna doesn’t know that Auron has been sent by a secret priesthood of Saint Cisadore, and is actually there to protect her, the descendant of Ast’ at all cost. His number one objective is to keep that book from entering the hands of the wrong people, in spite of the fact that it might cause his own death. Although exiled nearly two centuries ago, Auron knows that if that book gets to Jimmy Mann, all hell will break lose. Centuries of war will then spill onto a human battle ground, and the Council will do whatever it takes to keep that from happening. The legend says that Arieanna holds the key to the location of Ast’s infamous book of magick; the only problem is, is that she doesn’t know it yet...
“Okay now what? How the hell do you propose that we get to my car with wolves staking us out? My god, this sucks. I’m a junior high school teacher. This is the stuff that I tell my students don’t exist! Wolves don’t just eat people! I am not lil red riding hood!” I screeched looking out over my back yard.
“Those arena wolves luve, and we have to make a run for it. Since it’s a full moon, I obviously canna drive.” He stated grinning again as he put his hands up, and it was like all at once the stark handsomeness of his face hit me. He had shoulder length sable hair, and a very angular strong chin, hazel eyes, that were greener than any other color, thick dark brows, and what looked like a five o’clock shadow growing on his face. His body was ripped with toned muscles, and he had to be well over six feet. I also noticed that he spoke with a sort of British/Scot’s accent.
“Okay luve, just how do we do that? They will eat me alive before I ever reach it.” I mocked.
“That is why I shall be yer distraction. The minute that I jump this back fence they’ll take off after me, tis a smell thing. That gives ye ample enough time to chip wit it for the motor, then circle round and pick me up just beyond that point.” He countered pointing to some trees on the other side of the small bluff.
Great…just great. Terrace Drive was a bitch to navigate at night!
“Okay, but I betta make it to that car. Cuz if I don’t I swear, that I’ll come back and haunt cho ass for all eternity.” I retorted and his grin only widened.
“Ye will luve. Although the prospect of ye haunting me for all eternity I’m well up for, but let’s just leave that till later.” He teased, and then winked. “Are ye ready then?” He asked and I nodded. He suddenly grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips again. My face registered my shock.
“For good luck, not to mention I need some inspiration here. Off with ye then.” He grinned, then jumped over the rail.
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Single is not a dirty word, nor a Shakespearian tragedy
So, I should totally be asleep, especially with a 6:30 am wake up call, but for some reason I just had to write. Why is it that to be single and divorced is like a four letter word? After looking at several different on-line dating sites, I had the audacity to join one, and boy was I shocked. It seems that unless you want to shell out nearly 400 bucks a year for EH, troll Star Bucks, make a b-line for Paddy's pub, or revert to your twenties again and hit up the night club scene; you are destine to join the hundreds of free ones, where every womanizer, playa, p.i.m.p and miscreant seems to just lurk in the shadows.
I found this quite hilarious actually. If you aren't naked, down to your skivvies, have an i.q. above a turnip; or basically have some respect for yourself, than you are doomed to the average pile. I did some trolling of my own, and found that most men on these sites have no clue what the woman is all about. The ones who say, "I want something real, No gamers, and only serious women need apply", are even funnier than the idea of being on a dating site in the first place.
I found this out, (granted he was very handsome) when a gentleman sent me a message. I am by nature a Feminist, lol, progressive liberal and a socialist. I was kinda confused why a very active conservative would message me and ask me for a date? I couldn't stop laughing, and that just proves my point; that they don't actually care what the women on the site have to say, they go for the looks. Granted, there are people out there who can leave their political callings out of the bedroom, but they are very few and wide. Not to mention, when I looked at his page he was against homosexual marriage. C'mon! I'm a liberal!
Yet, I won't just knock the guys. The women are just as bad, and I did find myself actually saying hello to men that I had to go back later and actually read their profile; because I was turned by a yummy face :) Despite all of the lovely trappings, I'm sad to say that this saddens me :(
What we are really seeing is that there is a lack of communication. Granted, this is the 21st century, and there is mass media, like text, emails, IMing, facebook, your book and my book, cell phones that actually let you see the person you're talking with and the like; however, each and everyone of these is lacking something. That connection, person to person, face to face interaction.
I'm almost afraid to see what the future actually does hold. Will there be no more libraries? (I would just shrivel up and die). Will we communicate through video without ever coming in actual contact with the other person; and sex is like that one scene from Silvester Stallone's Demolition Man, where he and Sandra Bullock have a sexual interlude via neural transmitters? hahah!
So, you ask, what is this thing called dating, on-line dating, bar hoping, clubing and the lot? I have no F*&^%$n clue. But Single is not a dirty word, nor a Shakespearean Tragedy. In the words of the illustrious Medea, "I can do bad all by ma damn self ". :)
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