Cover Revel "When Angels Fall"

How to put into words the feelings I have right now.  I am supposed to be going on vacation tomorrow, and my wonderful editor sent me the most amazing going away gift!

This is every authors dream, to see the very first cover for the novel they have worked so hard to achieve.  This truly brought tears to my eyes and I still can not believe it is really happening.  "When Angels Fall" should be out in time for Christmas.

This story came to me in a dream and was a way for me to deal with the grief I had when I lost my sweet baby niece Chloe.  It was a way for her to live on.  I never imagined I would go so far as to publish it, but I was told by friends that it was a great story and should be.  I'm now taking that step, and seeing this cover and my name and my vision coming through is just unbelievable.  Now comes the real test, will it sell???  I'm just lost for words on how beautiful my very first cover is.

Peace, Love, Hope~JC

Sunday Post "If There Never Is A Tomorrow" "Bucket List"

 “Today had made me think of a lot of things. I wasn't supposed to live past seventeen. In a few months I'm gonna be eighteen. I think I'm gonna make a bucket list of things I want to do before I go. I mean in case I get really sick again. While I'm doing that, you are going to think about what you want to do with your life. I mean it Annie, who cares what kind of family you come from. Not everyone is made of money. There are all kinds of grants and things you can look into so that you can do what you want to really do. Monica told me about your writing.” He waited for me to say something about that. To protest about how I don't do that. But if Monica had told him, then I would have to explain things.

“The writing is just for fun. Nothing big. Really Nate, I never thought of going to college.” I continued.

Crocked his eyebrow at me, he smirked “Well, there is the first thing on my list, 1. Make Annie go to college.”

“Your so funny. Why is that important if I go to college?” I laughed.

“Because you deserve the best in life. I know you want to be a writer. I've watched you when your suppose to be doing homework. Your pen is always moving and I know it wasn't for doing your math problems. If that's what you want to do, then go for it. Promise me that. If anything ever happens, and for some reason I'm not here, you have to follow that dream.” He made me promise.

“I don't want to be a writer. Again, its just for fun. If I really had to think about it, maybe work with kids. I don't want to be a teacher though.” I laughed

He smirked. “Yeah, look how well you handled Jim. Help me with this. Lets make a list of all the things we want to do. Even if its just for this summer.”

“This is really kind of morbid. Why would you want to write something like this?” I questioned taking the notebook from him. He got quiet again. “Nate, what is it?”

“Sometimes I think I am living on borrowed time. Today really made me think about it. I mean it was a great day, really. I was so overwhelmed with everything. But...it made me think too. Right now, I feel great. While I'm feeling like this, I want to do things. If something should happen, I don't want to look back as I'm laying in that hospital bed and think I played it safe.” He explained.

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Sunday Post "Autumn Wind"

Nick watched Chloe as she danced with Kyra. His feelings were suddenly so over whelming for her. He sat up and watched every move she made. The way the dress moved with her as she swung her hips to the music. He found he wanted to be that dress, covering her body absorbing the tantalizing sweat as it soaked the fabric and clung to her skin. “How is it that beautiful angel is mine?” He said sitting back wondering how she was married to him.

“I ask myself that every day.” Kevin laughed.

“I’m serious. Isn't she the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen? And she is mine. How did I get so lucky?” The drug was bringing out so many emotions in him.

All Kevin could do was laugh. The first time he had taken X he had said that about Kyra. He watched Kyra now too, knowing that tonight she would give his body a work out.

When the girls returned, Kyra handed Chloe a bottle of water. She took it and tried not to guzzle it down. It was as if she couldn't get enough. It tasted so sweet and tingly against the sandpaper that had become her tongue. Try as she might to not waste any of its liquid; she found that it ran down her chin running between her breasts to add to the moisture that had already started to soak her dress. As each drop of water descended, it sent a vibration down her body as it ran its course bring her body to full arousal.

Nick took the bottle from her and pulled her onto his lap. His tongue rippled down her throat sucking at any of the reaming liquid that was left. He found her lips and kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth in the hope of tasting the waters sweetness on her lips. He had no control over his body, he wanted her badly, he needed to feel the silkiness of her skin against his. “I need you now” He said breathlessly.

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Sunday Post "If There Never Is A Tomorrow"

     His teacher handed him a bag. “You can't graduate with out it. I'm going to go to my office, put this on and then we'll go surprise your fokes.”

    Once she left, Nate stood there in shock. He slowly took the stuff out of the bag and looked at the maroon gown. “Hey, this is the quietest I've seen you.” I smiled taking it from him.

    “It's kind of a surreal moment. There was a time, I was told I wouldn't be able to see this day. Now, I'm standing here, trying to figure out how I made it this far. What this day means to me and my parents, its just amazing that it's finally here.” He tried to explain.

    I helped him put on the gown and then fixed his collar over the edge. I smoothed it down and looked at him. “Then your a miracle, and I know how hard you worked to get to here. Enjoy it for what it is, don't think about what you were told. You proved them wrong.”

    He put on the cap and then started playing with the tassel. I couldn't help but laugh at him, when he pulled me close. “I'm glad your here with me. It means a lot.” He kissed my nose.

    “I'm glad you wanted me here. You look good.” I hugged him and then his teacher came back.

Sunday Post "If There Never Is A Tomorrow"

I sat and waited for the next bus. I didn't care where it was going, I would get home eventually. I fought to keep from crying. Why I wanted to cry, I didn't know. I was just so mad that he was acting like this. I wiped a stray tear that had escaped and sniffed back in case there were anymore threatening to make their way down. Could he not see how much I cared about him? The more I thought about how he had reacted to seeing me there, the more it upset me. Had I been wrong? Should I have just gone down the shore with my friends and left him here?

I had been staring off into traffic when someone sat next to me. I moved over in the set, giving this person more room and not even bothering to look at them, because frankly, I didn't want them to see me crying like a blubbering idiot.

“It's may be like this a lot. There are days I seriously just want to do nothing but rest. It's been almost two years now, and I'm still trying to figure it all out. The thing is, I like you a lot Annie, and I don't ever want you to resent me for feeling like this sometimes.” His was so soft spoken in his words, almost feeling guilty for being sick like he was.

I couldn't look at him. I didn't want him to see I had been crying over this. “Do you not understand that I care about you so much that it doesn't matter to me if I'm going to miss out on things.”

He took my hand and squeezed it a little. “I do understand. I'm really touched that you stayed behind for me. I don't know why I snapped at you like that, the only thing I can say is my sugar is low and I'm moody. Annie, look at me.” He touched my cheek so I would look him in the eyes. Seeing the tears that were wallowing there, he pulled me into his arms.

I laid my head on his shoulder and held on to him. “I was just worried about you. I didn't want you to be alone.”

“Well, I'm not alone, now. I got my girl with me. I'm sorry I flip out. It means a lot that you did this. I didn't eat and I'm still feeling kind bad, so do you want to come back with me? Or should I take you home?” He was rubbing my back and talking close to my ear.

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Sunday Post "If There Never Is A Tomorrow"

    He shook his head and moved away from me. I could see hurt in his eyes suddenly, loneliness almost. “Is this where I tell you how sick I really am and you call me later and it's just not going to work?” He seemed annoyed at my suggestion. He walked back to his bed and sat waiting for my answer. He took a defensive pose, crossing his arms and watching me, almost daring me in away.

    I walked over and sat next to him. Turning, I took his hand, holding it in both of mine. Since I had known him, I had never thought of touching his arm, even when Jim had made the joke about it and when he himself teased me about it. Slowly I moved my hand to touch the lump that rested on the inside of his forearm, almost afraid of how it would feel. I placed my hand on top of it and could feel his blood rushing through it, almost pulsating beneath my fingers. I could feel him watching me intently. I looked up at him, my hand still feeling his life vibrating against it, “I just wanted you to tell me what I need to know if you are in trouble. What to expect when you are sick, so that I can help you if I can. That’s what a girlfriend is supposed to do.”

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Six Sentence Sunday "If There Never Is A Tomorrow" Pineapple

    He looked at me ready to drive off after I got out of the car. “Annie, really, I’m not so sure about this. My confidence is pretty low right now. I mean I will go to this party, but don’t go too far away from me. I don’t want to be alone with her for long. And for god sakes, keep Jim away from the booze. He will be trashed in an hour if he is drinking.” Nate was rambling.

    I slammed the door, through my hair back and laughed at him. “You are such a baby! Really Nate, it won’t be that bad. And if you need a break we can come up with a code word to get you out of there.”

    He locked up the car and smirked. “That’s a great idea. Let’s use pineapple. That way people will think we are crazy when we say it and only you and I will know what it means.”

    “Pineapple, really? Why not strawberry or applesauce?” I teased him.

    “I hate applesauce and I can’t eat strawberries, I love them, but it screws up my stomach.” Nate answered and followed me onto the front porch where there were a few people hanging out.

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