When Meagan’s secret is found out, and she realizes there is no way to outrun her habit of cutting, she tries to work through it, and her depression, before she cuts too deep, making a mistake that can never be undone.
Meagan's problems aren't like every other adolescent's no matter how much she wishes they could be. Hers are worse. They've pulled her down into the depths of a depression that is anything but normal. She begins her pattern of self-harm as her depression threatens to drown her. She starts with one cut that leads to the next, and the next. After starting, it's apparent that there's no stopping, and Meagan spirals into a dark and cruel world she doesn't understand. Meagan cuts to feel better, but that comfort doesn't last long enough, and soon life is worse than it ever was before.
While learning to quit cutting Meagan faces life-altering obstacles and grows up in the process. IN THE REARVIEW is a story of pain, loss, confusion, and hope told through Meagan’s poems, journal entries, and a splash of narrative.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Maria Green currently lives in Minnesota, despite its bitter winters, with her husband. She graduated with a degree in Psychology and a minor in English. When she isn’t writing, Maria loves to read with a cup of strong coffee or a glass of sweet wine, craft, and spend time with her family. This is her first published novel.
Meagan stared down at her desk. Her focus moved beyond the assignment in front of her without actually seeing what she was looking toward. There were lines, spaces of white, and blobs of writing, but nothing seemed important enough to consider closely. Truthfully she didn’t care.
She didn’t feel the need to focus.
Her gaze slowly moved up to the front of the classroom, and again she fixated on a point past what was before her. She did not concentrate on the teacher. There was a face, a moving mouth, but she didn’t connect it with the sounds struggling slowly, like sticky sludge past her ears. She didn’t hear the instructions being uttered; each word fell on deaf ears as she mindlessly doodled.
Twisting her hair around her finger, she thought about how nice it would be to be at home, in bed, with the curtains closed instead of in this loud and hyper school. It seemed her classmates had recently started caring too much about what was going on around them. There was too much drama, too much noise, too much concern jumping all around her. It was all so taxing.
It was such a bother.
Meagan, in contrast, was usually in a world of her own. Her head felt fuzzy most of the time, and unless she used a lot of energy, most conversations sounded muffled, like there was cotton in her ears. She didn’t feel the need to engage anymore. Her desire to try so hard just to do what had once come easily had dwindled to nothing. At first she’d tried, but not now. Not anymore. It had become too difficult to care.
And that was her biggest problem. Meagan didn’t care much about any of these changes. She was fine walking through school without any effort. Her feet felt a little heavier as each day passed, and her head felt a little more under pressure of a crushing fog that numbed her, but she pushed through it all. She didn’t mind neglecting what used to bring her excitement. In fact, it was just easier not to give a crap.
Sorry I haven't been posting on the blog for the past few weeks but I've been busy working on the edits for Saving Cassie and getting the ending written for Ragan's Song. And it happened! Tonight I typed those words:
- THE END-
Now, it's on to the self-editing phase to get it cleaned up before I send it to my editor. An October release date is totally doable!!
So, be on the lookout the last half of September - I will be setting up Ragan's Song for pre-order!
Today let's welcome J.J. DiBenedetto to Remenicky Writes!
Friday 5 questions:
1.What is your favorite drink?
That depends.In the morning, it’s orange juice.Otherwise, if I’m treating myself, a
chocolate (or, even better, chocolate and banana) milkshake.
2.Where is your favorite vacation spot?
I’ve been three times to Mallorca, and it’s
the most beautiful place I’ve ever visited.Perfect climate (at least in December/January, which is when I was
there), wonderful people, easy pace of life.I could easily live there!
3.Any pets? Tell us about them.
She’s not so much a pet, really, since she
seems to be in charge of our household, but we’ve got a tortoise-shell cat
named Daisy.She wakes us when she
thinks it’s time for us to get up; she makes it crystal clear when she thinks
it’s bedtime, and so forth.
4.What kind of music do you listen to?
Classical and opera, mainly.There’s not much on my iPod that was written
after the early part of the 20th century!
5.What is your favorite car?
I actually don’t own one – we live in a very
transit-friendly city and it’s easier (and cheaper) not to have one.But as a kid, my uncle had a Jaguar XJ6 which
was just gorgeous, and – when it wasn’t in the shop – ran like a dream.
About the Dream Series
you could see everyone else’s dreams?That’s the question Sara has to wrestle with in the Dream Series.We first meet her as a shy, bookish college
student who doesn’t think there’s anything extraordinary about herself.And then the dreams start…
course of the series, Sara learns to live with these supernatural dreams and
all the trouble they plunge her into.At
the same time, she grows from a student to a practicing doctor; and from a
single girl to a wife and mother.But
every time she thinks she’s got everything figured out, life – and her
extraordinary dreams – teach her that she’s always got more to learn…
Dream Home (book 7 in the Dream Series)
“Oh, my God, I’m
not even starting the job for four months!How can I have an enemy already?”
Sara thought she had found the perfect job, the perfect
new house and the perfect place to build a bright future for herself and her
But her new life is not quite perfect.Her husband and her children are fitting
right in, but before Sara even shows up for her first day of work, her
coworkers are dreaming about getting rid of her.
If that wasn’t bad enough, the one friend she’s made is
dreaming nightly about a disaster that could wipe out the entire town…and Sara
is beginning to think he might be right…
Dream Home is the
exciting seventh book in the Dream Series.
Excerpt from Dream
Joshua begins to stir the moment we’re alone.“Joshua, relax,” I say, when he tries and
fails to sit up.“You’re in the
hospital.You fell and hit your head.”
I give him a bright smile.“You remembered what to call me.That’s a very good sign.But I
need to examine you.I’m going to take
off your gloves and unzip your coat so I can get a better look at you.”
“I haven’t had a woman try to take my clothes off since
1969,” he says, and I can’t tell from his expression whether that’s a joke or
not.He shrugs after a moment.“Woodstock.”For one ridiculous moment, I wonder, assuming he’s serious, if Aunt Kat
was that woman.She went to Woodstock,
too.Whenever I would ask her about it,
she’d tell me that she had plenty of stories, but that I wasn’t old enough to
But that’s just silly.Kat was in her early twenties, and Joshua would have been
forty-six.Besides, there were, what, a
million people there?“Really?”
“Really,” he says.“I
had to see Jefferson Airplane.I had a
thing for Grace Slick, what can I say?”
I have no idea how to respond to that.
J.J. (James) Dibenedetto's fans would swear he's got a sixth sense
when it comes to seeing into the minds of others and often wonder if his
stories could possibly be fiction. He enjoys suspending disbelief with
suspenseful paranormal tales that are a perfect blend of reality meets fantasy.
His popular Dream Series continues to delight readers with each
and every exciting installment.
Born in Yonkers, New York, he currently resides in Arlington
Virginia with his beautiful wife and a cat he is sure has taken full advantage
of its nine lives. When it comes to the cat, he often wonders, but then again
it might just be his imagination.
Today's Friday 5 spotlight is on Jane Leopold Quinn ~ Love With A Scorching Sensuality
1. What is your favorite drink? Chocolate Martini
2. Where is your favorite vacation spot? England
3. Any pets? Not now.
4. What kind of music do you listen to? I love tenors like Josh Groban,Il Divo, and Mario Frangoulis. Violinist David Garrett, cellist Yo-Yo Ma. I'm not so much a fan of classical music as I am of the sounds of the instruments.
5. What is your favorite car? I haven't owned a car since 1980 but my absolute favorite was my green Beetle from 1969. If I could have another car, I'd love another Beetle or a Smart Car. Obviously, I love the small cars.
was scorchingly sensual
Faye Burke, recently widowed, retreated to the coast
of Maine to grieve and reassess her future. Her favorite part of the day is
watching the sun rise out of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s also when the man she
considers her guilty pleasure runs along the beach.
Gil Farrelly, a successful painter, is trying to get
his career back on track after the studio fire that destroyed everything. He
starts his creative juices flowing every day by running on the beach. The
lovely woman who watches him also gets his juices flowing and he’s determined
to reinvent his career by painting her.
Faye’s combination of maturity and sensual
vulnerability intrigue Gil and he wants to immortalize her on his canvas. She’s
flattered, aroused and ultimately frightened of the emotions he incites. He
claims not to care he’s younger by twelve years but she believes sooner or
later he’ll come to his senses and seek out women his own age. Can Faye conquer
her fears? Can Gil prove to her it’s not age separating them but her fear?
A PROMISE AT DAWN by Jane Leopold Quinn
With a clatter of easels, boxes of
paints and glass jars of brushes, Gil set up on her porch. A stiff breeze swept
across the space but a rattan wind screen at one end did a good job of
protecting them. The day had started out cloudy and threatening rain and still
held that promise. He had work to do before he could give in to the weather.
Faye had greeted him at the door,
looking almost as adorable as she'd looked the night before. Today she wore
light makeup and left her hair loose and wavy the way he'd asked her to. Denim
cropped pants and a tight red sweater made her look like a teenager. She had to
be in her early forties but it didn't matter to him. She was very attractive no
matter her age. "Let's get started, shall we Faye?"
"Would you like some coffee or
something else to drink?"
"Not right now but I'll take
you up on that later, okay? Why don't you stand over there." He indicated
the corner of the porch. "Lean one hip on the railing." When he came
close, he was enthralled by the warm vanilla fragrance infusing her hair. He
lifted a hand to touch the cloud-soft mass. She stilled, then shivered as if
waiting for him to make a move. He wrapped his fingers in the silky strands.
She uttered a little cry, more of a
whimper. Her lips parted, her eyes widened and met his with a flustered look.
At that moment he wanted her fiercely. Before he'd known anything about her,
she'd seemed fragile. He didn't know much more now but a woman who still wore
her wedding ring a year and a half after her husband's death must have loved
him very much. A woman like that would have depths of emotion.
He'd thought he was in pain from
losing his studio and his work but Faye's was far more significant. He didn't
want to see her grieve any longer but all he knew for sure was that he wanted
to paint her for himself. He envisioned the scene in his mind. She was perfect
for it. All that was left was to do her justice. Was it because he wanted to
capture her beauty on canvas or because she got his juices flowing faster than
any running could? He knew it was both.
He rested his forefinger under her
chin and turned her face toward him. Giving her his most soothing smile, he
said, "Relax, Faye, this won't hurt a bit. Now I'm going over there."
He pointed toward his easel. "You're going to lean here." He tapped
the railing. "And I'll start some sketches."
She gazed up at him with those
incredible turquoise eyes, her confusion and longing speaking to him,
raspberry-shaded lips pursed slightly. Mmm, the thought roared through his
mind. Kiss her.
"Good short story! Faye and Gil have
very hot chemistry, and their story is heartwarming. I was surprised at the
character development in such a short offering. Faye had suffered such a huge
loss, and we were drawn in along on her new path in life."
"Ms Quinn paints a detailed portrait
of a woman re-awakening after the loss of her husband. Her emotional state is
handled quite deftly. This story has pathos, passion and humor woven together.
Gil and Faye's story unfolds quickly and it's a scorcher."
Sensual fantasies were
locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them
down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of
my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The
craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I
love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot,
even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have
been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which
gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full
time — the best job in the universe!
Labels/Tags:artist, contemporary, erotic romance, older
woman/younger man, young widow
Today's post is a spotlight on Pamela S. Thibodeaux - Inspirational With An Edge
Award-winning author, Pamela S. Thibodeaux is
the Co-Founder and a lifetime member of Bayou Writers Group in Lake Charles,
Louisiana. Multi-published in romantic fiction as well as creative non-fiction,
her writing has been tagged as, “Inspirational with an Edge!” ™ and
reviewed as “steamier and grittier than
the typical Christian novel without
decreasing the message.”
Blurb: The Inheritance is
about the chance we all long for…the chance to start over. Widowed at age
thirty-nine and suffering from empty nest syndrome, Rebecca Sinclair is
overshadowed by grief and loneliness.Her husband has been deceased for a year, her oldest child has moved to
New York in pursuit of an acting career and her youngest child is attending
college in France. Having spent over half of her life as a wife and mother, she
has no idea what God has in store for her now.Will an unexpected inheritance in the wine country of New York bring
meaning and purpose to her life and give her the courage to love again?
worker Raymond Jacobey has been in love with the little widow since he first
set eyes on her.A wanderer searching
for the ever-illusive soul mate, Ray has never stayed in one place too long.
Raised by self-centered, high-power executives, he’s longed for the idyllic
life of residing in a cozy house in a small town with the love of his life.
Will he gain the heart of the lovely widow or will he lose her to the wine
country of New York?
Excerpt: Rebecca’s heart fluttered at
the charming, boyish grin he bestowed on her. She knew he’d spoken more than
mere words; he’d spoken his heart. Tears filled her eyes and clogged her throat
when she thought about what the future might hold. Standing on the threshold of
that great unknown, she had never been more acutely aware of anything than she was
of this moment, this man.
looking at her intently. His thumbs caressed the back of her hands, chasing the
chill from her blood. Lethargic warmth stole over her. As though in a fog she
watched him lift her hands to his mouth and press his lips to her palm in a
caress so tender it sent shivers down her spine.
her gaze, and he lifted her chin with his finger and waited until she looked at
him again. “I want to kiss you, Becca, here in the midst of Paradise,”
he whispered, his lips covering hers with devastating tenderness.
heard his primitive grunt of satisfaction when he let go of her hands and
wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. An answering purr escaped her
as tiny pinpoints of pleasure bathed her senses with light and color. Never in
her life had she felt so alive, so consumed with sensations.
moment or an eternity, she had no idea how long they stood there, his mouth in
sweet possession of hers. All she knew was that when the kiss was over she was
plastered against his hard body, her breathing was sharp almost painful and her
fists were clenched in his thick, sandy-colored hair. Appalled at her wanton
response and the needy way in which she clung, Rebecca flung away with a
startled cry of distress, and began to run.
Everyone has secrets.Sometimes
secrets can get you killed.
After ten years in the big city, Cassie Holt is moving
back to her hometown to take over the bookstore left to her by her beloved Gram,
vowing to live her life alone.To her
best friend, Sheriff James Marsten, Cassie seems to be the same girl that left
Fairfield Corners to go to college but Cassie has secrets and one of those
secrets could get her killed.When one
of her secrets becomes a threat to her life, James turns to his new deputy to help
him keep Cassie safe.
Deputy Logan Miller has been burned by love and is not
looking to get involved with anyone anytime soon.When he is thrown into close quarters with Cassie,
the sparks begin to fly and he begins to see through the walls Cassie has built
around her heart.As the threat gets
closer, can Logan protect Cassie and protect his heart?
Saving Cassie to be re-released in October.
It only took one look into his eyes for her to know she was
Adam Bricklin has heard the melody in his head for years,
the melody that told him if a decision was right or wrong. When he met Ragan
Newlin the song told him she was the one. He was devastated when circumstances
tore them apart. It has taken three years for Adam to finally move past the
heartbreak he suffered when Ragan left town in the middle of the night. No
note, no email, no text. She was just gone. Now he has a new girlfriend, a new
album in the works, and his daughter is doing well in school. Until the day
Ragan returned to Fairfield Corners.
Ragan came home to celebrate her parent’s anniversary hoping
they would forgive her for not telling them about her marriage or her son. When
she discovered that Adam was still living in Fairfield Corners she hoped her
secrets were safe; secrets that drove her away three years ago, secrets that could
change their lives forever.
Are you ready for another #RockingSummerRomance post?
Say hello to Will Zeilinger. I love the title of his book: The Naked Groom!
Tiffany Stonebridge is in love with aspiring chef, Richard Grainger. She rocks
his world every chance she gets which leads him to max out his plastic on a
ring that would light up the night sky. Richard promises her a honeymoon in
Tahiti if only to impress Mr. Stonebridge.
With no way to pay for any of this, Richard secretly takes a second job as a
nude artist's model. Tiffany and her rich family can never find out or things
could get very ugly.
His life gets more complicated when he meets Clarise Simpson, another artist’s
model…a naked one. Their friendship goes from zero to bed in a
blink. Richard battles his feelings for both women.
Richard’s friend leaves a big old hound dog with and splits. When he misses a
couple of Stonebridge family gatherings, her father thinks Richard might be
babysitting someone else besides a dog.
Clarise hit him hard on the
arm. If I didn't keep one hand on the front door and the other in my
pocket, I probably would have decked him. My mother always taught me that
restraint took more discipline and strength than muscle... lucky for him.
"Sure, Ha ha, whatever." I
shook my head and went out to my truck. Clarise came running outside,
calling my name.
She caught up to me as I was getting
into my truck.
"I'm sorry about Brandon.
He's such a jerk sometimes."
"Don't worry about it." I
told her, "I'm sure there's something nice about him...seeya next
week." It was considerate of her to be concerned.
I closed the door and started the
engine. In my mirror, I could see Brandon waiting by the door with his
arms folded across his chest. As I shifted the truck into gear, Clarise
walked back to him with her arms folded. I didn't want to get in the
middle of that. I just hope he didn't think there was something going on
between us. Why would he? Everything that was going on was going on
inside of me.
Tiffany was waiting for me at her
place with, what looked like, a pile of literature from every wedding planner
and banquet facility in Southern California. She was excited that
something tangible was happening on the road to the wedding. I realized
this was the most important day of her life, but for both of us it will be - as
the old saying goes, the first day of the rest of our lives. What I was beginning
to realize was that I didn't know very much about my intended, except she liked
to shop and have sex. For most men, the second item would've been enough
and the first could've easily been a pain in the wallet.
She'd cleared off the coffee table in
the family room and arranged the literature in some kind of an order, I
suspect, known only to her.
"Okay Richie," she looked
at me like a first grade teacher on the first day of class. "Here's
what I've researched..."
I put my hand on hers.
"Tiffany, before we go any further with our wedding plans, we need to
talk." Her eyes grew very wide and she started to turn pale.
"Tiffany! breathe..." I rubbed her back. She gasped and
ran to the kitchen, "I need a drink of water." I got up from the
loveseat and followed her. She gulped down a full tumbler of ice water
and closed her eyes. Just as I began to speak, she held up her
hand. "Just a minute Richard - before you say anything else, just
answer me this... Are you breaking up with me?"
"What?" I had no idea she
was this insecure about our relationship. "No,
No. It's nothing like that."
I’ve been writing for over twelve years. During that time, I took novel writing
classes and joined writer’s groups, but what has helps me most are published
authors who mentor, encourage, critique and listen to me while I continue
to learn my craft. I live in Southern California with my wife and are
currently working on a crime novel together. Finding time to write while life
happens is a challenge.
Lyndi Lamont is joining us here on Remenicky Writes for Friday 5!
1.What is your favorite drink?
2.Where is your favorite vacation spot?
Monterey Peninsula, California
3.Any pets? Tell us about them.
No, sadly no pets anymore, but I do love
dogs. When I was a kid we had a border collie mix named Lucky who was half
blind after surviving a bout of distemper and walked in circles. My dad found
him and brought him home and I thought I was the luckiest kid alive. The
neighbors got no end of amusement out of him walking in circles all the time,
but he had no trouble running in a straight line when chasing a cat!
4.What kind of music do you listen to?
I like lots of different kinds of
music—folk, rock, pop, and sometimes classical. But for writing, I like to
listen to movie soundtracks that are all or mostly instrumental. Sense and Sensibility is a favorite.
5.What is your favorite car?
We have a 2003 Acura TL and it’s still the
best car I’ve ever owned, both comfortable and powerful.
Romance Super Bundle II: Second Chances
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ahead. Take Charge of your life. Move forward…if you can…
her future means letting go of her past. Karina heads to a weekend seminar to
do try to do just that. But she soon realizes bigger issues are facing her…
one of them is deadly…
Perfect Blend—Donna Marie Rogers
is on the verge of bankruptcy when Matt walks in and offers her unwanted
business advice. The rich playboy fled L.A. for the anonymity of small town
life and quickly falls for the local coffee shop owner—who’s as infuriating as
she is beautiful.
Heart of the Matter—Stacey Joy Netzel
she can’t have kids, Allie keeps her distance when Rick moves home with an
adorable 4 yr old son who’s as hard to resist as his father. Does she dare take
a chance on an impossible dream, or will his desire for more kids devastate
O’Connor returns to the family she ran away from as a teenager, afraid they
won’t forgive her for leaving town with Liam Wheaton, the boy they tried so
hard to keep her away from and the father of her baby. She never expected to
find Liam living there, looking sexier than ever and mad as all hell.
Heart (Miracle Interrupted, Book 5)—Edie Ramer
Vincent did the right thing in New Jersey, and it cost him his son, his wife,
his restaurant. Now he’s found a home in Miracle, Wisconsin. He should be
content…but his heart wants what he can’t have…
Mr. Right—Lois Winston
failure at relationships, Thea is secretly a bestselling romance guru. Luke is
pursued by women using her books to snare him. When they meet, he thinks he’s
finally found an honest woman, but Thea’s got more secrets than the CIA. Can a
butt-ugly cat named Cupid play matchmaker?
Lost Finder—Pamela Fryer
first halfway decent guy to come along in eons…and he’s from another planet.
Investigator Brooke Weaver hopes she can slip into her Oregon hometown, find
her client’s missing teenage daughter, and be on her way again before anyone
notices. Not likely.
of Secrets—Georgina Lee
Host lands a dream summer job helping renowned archeologist Sir William write
his memoirs, exposing years of secrets. His son Derrick adds romance to her
summer. But when Sir William is murdered, Marika realizes some secrets are best
to save his sister’s life, Jay Rawlings insists he be left alone to live the
lonesome cowboy life. But when the woman he once loved returns to his ranch
with a killer and the police in hot pursuit, Jay has to face the demons from
His Embrace—Wendy Ely
life’s glow threatens to die, love guides the way.
expected an ordinary Friday. It wasn’t. Ben’s hand rested on her hip a little
longer during their goodbye. Then her tests came back abnormal. Scared and
alone, she wishes for Ben’s hand to hold. Can he make it back to her in time?
To Woo…A Reluctant Bride—Lyndi Lamont
marriage of convenience, nothing more…until darkly handsome Evan Channing and
demure Lydia Blatchford meet. The rules are simple for such an arrangement. No
expectations, no illusions of anything more. But the rules are about to change…
Excerpt from How To
Woo…A Reluctant Bride—Lyndi Lamont, steamy Victorian romance:
She licked her lips then plunged ahead. “I know how these things work.
Arranged marriages, that is. I won’t expect fidelity from you.”
His shocked expression surprised her. “Is that what you think, Lydia? That
I’m marrying you with the intention of cheating on you?”
“Perhaps not now,” she said. “But in a few years… It’s not as if ours is a
love match. I won’t cut up a fuss if you decide to take a mistress. As long as
you are discreet.”
“How very… sophisticated of you,” he said, his tone dry enough to parch a
She took a deep breath before continuing. “And once I’ve produced the
requisite heir and spare, I assume I’ll be free to seek my pleasure elsewhere.”
The thunderous look on his face startled her and she stepped back.
“You will do no such thing,” he said fiercely, reaching for her. “Ours may
not be a love match now, but I fully intend to see it turns into one.”
With that, he pulled her into his embrace, trapping her arms between them as
his encircled her shoulders and waist.
Covering her mouth with his, he kissed her with a heady combination of
passion and anger. Her resistance crumbled in the face of his onslaught. She
clutched at his lapels and returned his kiss, even parting her lips when his
tongue probed them. Overwhelmed by the sensations his lips provoked, she let
her eyes drift shut as she clung to him.
When he let her go, he was still visibly upset. “There will be no more talk
of infidelity. Have I made myself clear, Lydia?”
Lyndi Lamont is the racy alter ego of author Linda
McLaughlin, who writes historical and Regency Romance. Since becoming Lyndi
Lamont, she has discovered that writing sexy romance is a license to be
naughty, at least between the pages of a book.