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Day 26 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You receive a package that you don’t recall ordering.

Blurb:

I open my front door and find a package sitting on my doorstep right where I was about to walk. Confused I reach down and pick up the bag and set it on the kitchen counter. I didn’t remember ordering anything from Amazon, I’d put myself on a strict no purchasing ban for the next couple of weeks, I was starting to redecorate my house, and I got click happy whenever I logged into my account.

I pull out a pair of scissors from my junk drawer and cut into the flimsy package, it didn’t feel too heavy, but it wasn’t like the big boxes I had been receiving lately. Sticking my hand in the slit I’d just cut, I pull out a bulky box and a sheet of paper. The paper had RULES written on the top, with bullet points below, just glancing at the sheet there had to be about 15 different points. I grabbed the box and pulled out a watch that had a timer on the face of it.

“What is going on?” I ask the empty room, I pick up these “rules,” and begin to read.


Thanks for checking on day 26 of my writing challenge, we are nearing the end, and I must say I am happy with the dedication I’ve put into setting everything up. Until next time, Read THS!

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Paris Bound Review

Paris Bound

Paris Bound by Summer Brooks

I met him in the city of love.
He whooshed by with his perfect little daughter.
I turned around.
And it took him a minute to steal my heart.
He towered over me with his flawlessly sculpted face.
Rich, powerful, and a doting father.
My nasty luck with men told me that he was too good to be true.
I wanted to turn back around.
To run for my life.
But guess what?
I stayed and shook his hand instead.
His mahogany eyes met mine.
Everything went from wrong to right.
Until it all spiraled out of control…
Shane Rodman actually wasn’t too good to be true.
He was the devil with a hidden agenda.
I fell in love with the enemy.
I crossed that line.
But like they say, the line between love and hate is a thin one.

No cheating and a guaranteed HEA!

~Amazon~

4 out of 5 stars


Review

*Spoilers*

Paris Bound is a short and sweet story where two people are brought together by a sweet headstrong 13-year-old, Shane and Kristina. Shane, a business mogul, and Kristina a fashion designer appearing at her first show in Paris are quickly swept up with one another, although they have different viewpoints on the fashion industry. With this story being so short, it was easy to get through, but it was a little difficult to become invested in the characters with so much going on in such a short time. I did like the chemistry between Shane and Kristina, but falling in love in a total of about 3 days is a stretch for me. I did enjoy the main concept of the story, with Shane being a single dad and wanting to protect his daughter, and by showing Kristina’s hard work and dedication to something she loved, was an overall nice set-up.

This was the first story I have read by the author, I may read her next book to see how things stack up.

I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving my honest review.

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Day 25 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You are at the end of your book, the last chapter is done, and you can finally breathe easy.

Blurb:  I type out my final two words of my very first novel, The End, and I can’t help but to smile and get a little emotional. I’d finally done it. I finally made my dreams come true and wrote a book, one that I’d been working on for the longest time ever but I’m now done. It is surreal, and I push back from my desk and head towards the kitchen this moment requires a toast, although I’m by myself a little celebration wouldn’t hurt.

I reach the kitchen and pull my favorite red wine out of the fridge, I take out my favorite wine glass that just so happens to hold an entire bottle at a time. I pour my glass and inhale the sweet aroma of the wine as it fills the air around me, and take a large gulp. Walking back into my living room I sit on the couch and pull my feet underneath me sighing and resting my head on the back of the sofa.  Out of nowhere, there’s a blaring noise, I look around trying to find the source but come up empty as I glance around. Getting up from my spot, I walked around my apartment from room to room to see that freaking beeping noise.

Slowly I start to feel all hazy and like I was having an out of body experience. Slowly Everything went black, and I opened my eyes. Confused I sat up and rub the back of my neck where it was sore and stiff as well as my legs, that was tingling from being asleep. As I sit up in my chair, I look at my laptop and see the cursor blinking after the last thing I’d typed, and it wasn’t The End.


Isn’t that frightening, can you imagine finishing your story, or blog post and waking up to find that it was nothing but a dream. The happiness and peace that you felt when you typed out those final words were just a figment of your imagination? I wouldn’t wish such a thing on my worst enemy. Well, thanks for stopping by be sure to leave your thoughts, and your take on finishing up a very important project of yours. Until next time, be sure to Read THS!

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Day 24 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: The clock hits 11:11, make a wish.

Blurb: I stare at the clock waiting for the digital red numbers to show 11:11. You may not believe in making wishes and asking the universe to do you a solid, but I do. When the numbers change, I close my eyes and wish like I had never before. This wish was full of hope and almost begging, I needed this wish to come to fruition. My grandmothers’ health has steadily been declining, and I didn’t know what else to do.

“I wish for the health of my grandmother to be reversed, I wish for her to remain on this earth with me, please give her more time, give us more time we aren’t ready.”

I take a deep breath trying to calm myself before I started crying, again. I will do everything in my power to make sure she is well taken care of, “I promise to do all that I can,” I say towards the ceiling.


Thanks for stopping by for day 23 of my writing challenge, let me know what you think so far. Until next time, Read THS!

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Day 23 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You are woken up with the sound of scraping against a stone wall.

Blurb: 

Where…where am I? I open my eyes wide as I turn my head back and forth trying to mack out objects in the dark. My wrists are held together by some material, and my arms are in pain but feel lifeless at the same time. I try to pull my arms forward since they are held above my head, but there’s no such luck. Taking deep breaths, I try not to panic although this would be an ideal moment to freak out.

The last thing I remembered was locking up the store and heading home. The street seemed quiet as usual, no passing cars, no loud people walking about, I mean the mom and pop coffee house/bookstore was nestled in the middle of a quiet neighborhood instead of some busy downtown road, but the quiet suited the place. I remember walking across the street to my car, and that was it, it’s like my mind went completely blank. I don’t know if I ever made it home, I don’t know if I was home, and I have no clue what time it is or the day. All I know is that my arms are tied up above my head, my feet aren’t too far from the ground because my big toe is grazing the surface, which feels like dirt and rocks, and that I am cold, terribly cold.

Before my mind could asses anything else around me, and my situation, I hear a scraping noise, not loud but almost like scuffling, it sounded similar to the noise that had made me open my eyes.

“Hello, is there anyone in here with me?” Silence greeted me, no one spoke but the scraping sound came again, it sounded like metal on rocks or stones. I stretched my fingers out to try and feel the surface behind me, there was a wall a stonewall, that was a clue…something was scraping against the wall.

“I can hear you scraping against the wall, can you please answer me, where are we, why are we here, and who brought us here?”

“Hush, stop talking you’re going to make those things come back.”

“Can you just answer one of my questions?” I beg, I only want to know where we were and if whoever responded knew anything.

” I don’t know where we are, but they brought you in I’m guessing a couple of days ago. I don’t know what the things are, but they don’t sound like regular people, they talk in some sort of weird language, and they force come by and give us water. That’s all I know, please don’t say anything else, I don’t want them coming back any time soon.”


Thanks for stopping by, until next time be sure to Read THS!

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New Reads Monday!

Happy Monday Readers,

Welcome to another new read Monday, where I post my latest reads.

Allien Warrior

Alien Warrior by Sadie Carter

Stuck on a military outpost in the middle of nowhere, Zoey had been praying for something to relieve her boredom.
She never dreamed that relief would come in the form of a seven-foot tall, sexy alien. One who claimed she belonged to him.
Delusional.
Except, there was something pulling her to him… a deep, hot attraction she couldn’t deny.
Dexanon Xa’a always thought his mate would be a sweet, obedient female. Instead, the Gods landed him with a maddening, outspoken, outrageous female who didn’t comprehend the honor that had been bestowed on her.
Dex might have a rockin’ body, but his ideas about women needed a total overhaul.
And she was just the woman to do it.

~Amazon~


So far so good. As of late I have been reading a lot of fantasy books, but that’s not completely true as fantasy is always a constant read for me. I do love the way this world is set up, with earth existing and the knowledge of other aliens out in the galaxies it makes for a nice paced read with interesting view points.

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Day 22 Writing Challenge

Prompt: You receive a special delivery, a bouquet of roses. Attached is a card, in neat cursive it reads ” I love you, I always have, and I always will no matter our circumstances.”

Blurb: 

It’s Saturday morning, and I have music playing throughout the house. It has been raining off and on all morning, so indoors is the best place to be, plus I haven’t done a spring cleaning in so long that it’s now the end of summer. While I’m sweeping I hear a knock at my door. Without turning the music down and walk over and peep through the peephole to see who it may be, I’m not expecting anyone and I no one wants to be out in this downpour.

Looking through I see nothing but beautiful red and white roses filling my view. I open the door and to find a florist with a huge glass bouquet of roses in her arms, and it seems to be a little heavy as the young lady is starting shake.

“Hi, I think you may have the wrong house, I didn’t order any flowers.”

“If this, 2946 Rosewood Dr?”

“Well, yes.”

“And are you Ruby Clark?”

“Yes, I’m sorry come in, you can set them on the table right over there, I wasn’t expecting anything I was just wanted to be sure you had the right place.”

” That’s alright, I wish my boyfriend would surprise me with flowers on such a gloomy day as this, you’re one very lucky woman.” I pause in mid-stride as she rambles on about my “boyfriend” who decided to surprise me with flowers. I thought he was finally letting me have my space, he never knows when to give up. Kace and I met a little over a year ago, I was automatically head over heels for him, and he seemed to be as well. Then these strange things kept happening, he never wanted to go out for during the day, like he was ashamed of me or something. We never stayed at his place, or spent time there he was always over here, or we were just out. After months of no communication, he sends me flowers? Why?

“Oh, yeah he likes to randomly do things,” I say as I grab the clipboard she has and sign on the marked line. “Thanks, I’m sorry you had to get out in this rain I wish he hadn’t done that no one needs to be out in this.” That’s another thing, he would do little things that made it seem like he had no feelings towards other people, it was almost as if he could use anyone and get away with it.

“It’s no biggie, I try to stay as busy as possible on days like this. No one really buys flowers when it is pouring rain outside, although it would be smarter.” She grabs the clipboard and turns to leave out. ” I hope you enjoy your day, and I hope you love the flowers, not every girl gets a guy like you.” She walks out the door after her last statement.

“Yeah, lucky me,” I say to the now empty house. I turn and stare at the flowers, they are beautiful, and they do make the room look a little brighter. I walk over to the vase and lean down to smell one of the white roses and can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Roses are so symbolic, and yet I don’t understand why he would randomly send them to me, he’s the one that said we wouldn’t work out, he’s the reason we aren’t together. I open my eyes after I got lost in the scent of the flowers, and see I little white envelope sticking out. Snatching the envelope out I quickly yank out the card to read what message he’s scrawled out.

I love you, I always have, and I always will no matter our circumstances.

P.S. I’m sorry, but this is the way it must be.

Kace

“I was just beginning to move on with my life, why Kace, why pop back up and ruin me all over again?”


Thank you for stopping by, I hope you enjoyed today’s writing challenge. Until next time, be sure to Read THS!

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Day 21 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: Your sibling has been practicing music for hours on end, suddenly there’s a loud crash and then complete silence. 

Blurb:

“Mike, Mike, what are you doing in there?” Silence follows my question, not a groan, shuffling of feet, or a mumble telling me to leave my little brother alone, and that he’s fine. I open the door to find his soprano saxophone on the ground next to his music stand, but I do not see him. I push the door all the way open and walk in to glance around the corner and see his window is open. Odd because he never opens his window, I mean we never have a need to so, I know he never opens it let alone leave it open. Walking over to the window I lean over the edge trying to see the ground, “Mike?” From the street, I hear tires screech I turn and run down the stairs and out the front, “Mike!”


Thanks for stopping by for day 21 of my Writing Challenge, be sure to Read THS!

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Day 19 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You’re driving home from work after a long day, instead of pulling up outside of your house, you wind up in front of an abandoned building.

Blurb:

Listening to my relaxation playlist as I head home from work has my mind at ease, and has my body relaxing. As I listen to H.E.R. soothing melody I find myself getting off the freeway an exit before my normal route, and I find myself meandering through the back roads. As I let the music take over my thoughts and wash out the remaining issues from work, I allow the music to fully take control of my feelings and mood. Before I notice what turns I have made and how far off course I’d gotten, my car stops outside a red-bricked building with boarded up windows. How I had gotten here I had no clue, but the area seemed vaguely familiar, I’m not sure if everyone experienced deja vu like I did, but there was always an eerie feeling when an image was somehow coming back to me like I’d been in that same location and situation before.

How did I wind up here, and why do I feel so calm in this area, I see no car lights anywhere and every other street light is out. I don’t think the city comes around to collect the trash either as all of it is thrown all over the ground forming man-made tumbleweeds. Why am I here?


Have you guys ever done this? Maybe you haven’t ended up in front of an abandoned building but maybe you took a wrong turn, missed your exit or just let your car drive you to an unknown desired destination? I know I have had days like this, I was running on fumes and somehow would miss my exit or end up at the grocery store not really knowing why I’d stopped in the first place.

Well, readers, I hope you enjoyed today’s writing challenge be sure to check back tomorrow.

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Day 18 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You’re a spec of dust on a fan, observing the world from above.

Blurb: Round and round I go, watching the humans sleep is always interesting. They have been tossing and turning back and forth for a while now, I wonder what makes them so restless. Right before bed, the two humans had an argument, Jesse the male and Liz the female were going back and forth about some movie. It didn’t seem like they were really upset, but then again when they laid down they didn’t get all cuddled up like they usually do.

Humans are so strange, making such a fuss about such little things. I bet the can’t get peaceful rest because they both laid down mad, but who knows with these emotional creatures.


This one was a little more difficult to write, thinking of seeing things from a different perspective and looking at others from an above perspective was a little challenging, but very fun. Thanks for stopping by, see you next time be sure to Read THS!

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Day 17 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: Your phone rings, your best friends name is on the screen. When you answer the call, an unrecognizable voice breaks the silence.

Blurb:

“Hello?”

“Hello, Charlotte.”

“Who, who is this, and where is Adam?”

“I was told you were the person to speak with if Adam was in trouble, and I have stumbled upon Adams phone, and your number is the most recent dialed.”

“First, I need to know who I am talking to if Adam is in any trouble and you are behind it I will hunt you down, and then decide what to do with you.” I have no clue where that came from, but no one messes with my friends. I have known Adam ever since we were 3, he and my parents became good friends, and we grew up together, and if anyone harmed one hair on his head, there would be hell to pay.

“Mrs. Jones, I am detective Thomas, and I need information on the last known whereabouts of your dear friend.”

“It’s Miss. Jones, may I ask what field you are working in detective?” As you may know  from your line of work information is always needed to get a clear understanding of situations, may I have your badge number, and precinct or maybe your captain’s name, some sort of concrete evidence?”


When I first came up with this prompt, I automatically thoughts mystery/thriller. Though I have no experience in writing such a genre, the idea sprang to my mind, and I couldn’t stop my fingers from typing everything out. I hope you enjoyed today’s writing challenge, please fill free to leave your thoughts. Until next time be sure to Read THS!

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New Reads Monday!

Happy Monday readers, what book have you decided to pick up this week?

Naughty Boss by Whitney G.

Naughty Boss

Subject: My Boss.

Have I already told you that I hate my boss today?

Sexy as hell or not, this pompous, arrogant, ASSHOLE asked me to pick up his dry cleaning the second I walked through the door. Then he told me that I needed to take his Jaguar to a car wash that was ten miles outside of the city, but only after I needed to stand in a never-ending line to buy some type of limited, hundred-dollar watch.

I honestly can’t wait to see the look on his face two months from now when I tell him that I’m quitting his company and that he can kiss my ass. KISS. MY. ASS.

All those former fantasies about him kissing me with his “mouth of perfection” or bending me over my desk and filling me with his cock are long over. OVER.

Your bestie,
Mya

PS–Please tell me your day is going better than mine…

Subject: Re: My Boss.

No, you haven’t already told me that you hate your boss today, but seeing as though you’ve sent me this email directly, I know now…

Yes, I did ask you to pick up my dry cleaning the second you arrived to work to day. (Where is it?) And I did tell you to take my Jaguar to the car wash and pick up my thousand-dollar watch. (Thank you for taking five hours to do something that could be accomplished in two.)

You don’t have to wait two months from now to see the look on my face when you tell me you’re quitting. I’m standing outside your office at this very moment. ( Open the door. )

No comment on your “fantasies,” although I highly doubt they’re “long over.”

Your boss,
Michael

PS–Yes. My day is definitely going far better than yours…

A steamy, office-romance novella from New York Times bestselling author, Whitney G. 

~Goodreads Summary~


Short, sweet and to the point, this should be an easy read.

Until next time, be sure to Read THS.

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Day 16 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: A story that would make me afraid of the dark.

Blurb: 

Every time I close my eyes I see those creatures. Their slithering bodies quickly moving along the concrete can easily change direction and slither up a wall. There is almost no place to hide, but everything burns.


Thanks for checking out day 16 of my writing challenge. Until next time, Read THS!

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Day 15 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You can predict when an earthquake will hit, but no one will listen to you.

Blurb:

March 23, 3019

Day 6652. It has been 19 years to the day that everything fell back into the dark ages. Many of us have struggled with this new normalcy of life now that almost all of the technology has failed. Luckily lights somewhat work, but all of the big warehoused energy companies are no longer able to thoroughly distribute power to everyone at the same time, so a schedule was set in place. When your time comes, you may use your lights for the specified time frame, but you should work quickly because it doesn’t last long. The little bit of sun we are able to get through the thick smog that hangs above our heads makes it challenging to use the sun for solar power, and we can only use so much fuel to produce the amount of energy we used to take advantage of before it was all stripped away. It seems to be about 7 am, before the earth is thrown back into darkness for the night an earthquake will hit Michigan, I know this because I’ve seen it, flashes, dreams (nightmares are more like it, but I’ve seen the impact it will make and it will be catastrophic.

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Day 14 of Writing Challenge

Prompt: You are viewing the world from your dogs perspective. 

Blurb: It’s precisely 4:00 pm and Mark should be home by now. I sit by the door waiting for Mark to come in because I know he has missed me just as much as I’ve missed him. When he comes in, I’m going to give him hugs and kisses, and then we’re going to play and eat and take a nap, my favorite things to do. Although I got a chance to take as many naps as I wanted to today, nothing compares to when Mark is home, and I get to lay on his lap while he rubs me behind my ears.

I hear the car door close and get excited as Mark makes his way to the door. As soon as the door opens, I jump up to say “Hi,” my body wagging back and forth from the excitement that my best friend is finally home.


Thanks for stopping by, be sure to Read THS!