Sunday Post "After Angel's Fall"

“You're so incredibly smart and gorgeous.” He took her hand. He got an idea and led her into a room where there were very little paintings.
“Where are we going now?” she asked him.
“'I'll tell you in a minute. Give me your bag,” he said, taking it from her.
“Nick!” she called to him but he told her to wait.
Ten minutes later, he came back and handed her bag back.
“What are you up to?” She noticed the smirk on his face and wondered where he'd gone.
“I found another exhibit I want to show you. They hid it in the stairwell.” He pulled her up and led her in.
There, along the wall, he'd taped up her sketches and there was a piece of paper with the words “The Chloe Gardner Exhibit” written on it. “Now see, I like the way this artist used her talents to bring out the likeness of this nun. Look how she captured the wisps of hair that hung untouched from her habit,” he explained.
She laughed.
“And this one, notice the poise that the skater has as she spins,” he continued as he put his hand to his face, acting like he was focusing on it.
“You are crazy.” She shook her head.
“Now, I think this one is my favorite. Whoever this young man is, he is very handsome, and the artist has used him a few times. You can see the love she has for him as she has detailed his name on this sketch. Whoever this Nicholas person is, he's very good looking man.”
Chloe threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. “You're a fool, and very cocky.”
“I may be, but someday, we're going to walk in here and it's going to be your work hanging on the walls.” He kissed her.
She touched his face and stared into his soft brown eyes. “I really wish I could see what you do.”
“You will,” he answered.
Somehow, she found herself against the wall and their kisses had a hunger to them. His leg was between hers and she felt herself wanting him. His hands caressed her breasts and she wanted so much for him to take her there in the stairway.
He told her how he loved her and how he had missed her.
Her body literally ached for him. In her mind, Shelly's voice called her a slut. She rubbed at the hardness he had for her and he moaned as he kissed her neck. She felt his
hand on her leg as he pulled up the hem of her skirt. She put her hands under his shirt and dug her nails in to his back as he squeezed her butt. The word "whore" echoed through her mind. This proved it. Not only was she tempting him, she was about to have sex in the stairway at the art museum. She promised that this would not happen again, and yet, she found she couldn't stop herself.
 “Oh, God Nick. Stop, stop!” she yelled and pushed him away. She sunk to the floor and tried to catch her breath.
“What? What's the matter?” he asked her, just as breathless.
He watched her closely.
She went to her knees and then begged for the thought to leave her mind.
Gently, he touched her arms.
“We can't.” She pulled away from him, and slowly stood up.
“Chloe,” he said softly, touching her cheek. “What's going on? This is the second time today you pushed me away.”
“I'm not going to have sex in a stairway. God knows what would have happened if Shelly had came home those times and we were going at it.” She started taking the sketches down.
He stopped her and made her look at him. “What happened when they kept you away from me? What did they make you believe?”






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Sunday Post "After Angels Fall"

Chloe heard him coming up the steps and stood against his wall. When he came into the room, she startled him. “I thought I would sneak into your room this time.”
“What—what are you doing here?”
She ran over and kissed him as he had her the night before. “Don't say you're not happy to see me.”
He touched her face and smiled. “I'm—speechless. How, what…?”
She kissed him again and felt his arms around her. “You're soaking wet.” She laughed in between his kisses.
“I was in the pool. You're really here. What happened?” he asked again, confused but happy she was back.
“Shelly is pregnant, which put her in a better mood, and she backed down and let me out. I have my cell phone back and everything. I do have to go home tonight at a reasonable time, but the most important thing is we can be together again. I talked to your Dad and he said it was okay.” She smiled, just happy to be with him again.
Nick was confused. “My Dad? How long have you been here?”
“I went to talk to him at the church. We had a long talk and he brought me here.”
“Wow, what a nice dad I have. Come here,” he said, going to kiss her again.
She melted into his embrace and tried to stop herself from wanting more.
“Nicholas!” They heard his father yell.
“Yeah?” Nick laughed. He was going to be stricter now.
“I want to see you. Chloe, go get changed and have some fun. I think you need it,” Mr. Allen called up to them.




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Sunday Post "After Angels Fall"

Chloe walked into her room and noticed that her computer was gone. She turned and looked at them. “I don't understand.” She was confused as to what they were planning.
“I want your cell phone,” her father said to her.
She took it out slowly and handed it to him.
Shelly smiled at her. “We feel that Nicholas is a bad influence on you. After what happened here the other day, we feel it is best you don't see him anymore.”
Chloe felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. “Why?”
“You're a whore now like your mother! She would be so proud of you, following in her footsteps. I put a stop to her oversexed ways like I am to you now. You're a filthy whore!” her father yelled at her.
She couldn't breathe. “You can't do this. Please don't do this.”
Shelly laughed at her. “Oh, it is already done. See, his parents were none too happy to hear how you tempted their son and made him break his promise. They finally see you for the waste you really are. You're now the whore who ruined their good name, much like you've done here.”
“I am not a whore. Please, I will do anything you want. Don't take him away from me. He is the only reason I'm still alive,” she cried as she fell to the floor.
“No, Chloe, you're a whore! You have ruined my good name by sleeping around like some tramp. And in my house! You are to have no contact with him or I will press charges against him for the assault against Shelly. Until you graduate, this is your new home. Get used to it!” he yelled and slammed her door.
It was then she heard the lock. They had put in a dead bolt on the outside of the door. She was trapped. She banged on the door, crying until she couldn't feel her hands anymore. Sliding to the floor, she sobbed. This couldn't be happening. They couldn't be doing this to her. She had done everything they asked. “Why?” was the only thing that ran through her mind. She had no way to let him know what happened. All she could do was lie on the floor and cry.





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New Year New Release

     A year ago, I sat at  my computer thinking about how I was going to start this blog and wondering what I was doing.  I was getting ready to sign a contract and start the publishing process.  Needless to day, that fell throw. But something better came along.  And as luck had it, my first novel "When Angels Fall" was published in November.

     To see my hard work finally in print was amazing.  Almost as when I say my children for the first time.  Before it happened never considered myself a real writer, just someone who wrote stories in my spare time or an outlet for my frustrations or emotions.  And even after it was published, it still didn't hit me.  I never felt like a real author.  Slowly people started buying the book and I started getting reviews and to quote Sally Field, "Someone liked me, they really liked me" lol.

     Then last night, as we all rung in the New Year, I had more to celebrate...

Book 2, "After Angels Fall" was released on Amazon. (Yea me, lol)  And it is funny, but I'm starting to feel it now.  I feel like an author.  Yeah, I'm not famous, and hardly anyone knows my name yet.  But, my god, I am really doing this thing.  I'm finally putting all this hard work into print and it feels awesome!  So last night was not just about ringing in the New Year, it was also a release party.

     And something funny happened when I went to order this beautiful cake.  I gave them the picture and asked for the cover pictures be put on it.  I was told them needed the "Authors Permission"  So I gave it to them, he he he.  After the girl taking my order got all giggly.  She was excited because she never met a real life author before.  (Yeah, I did get a little bit of a big head, that was exciting)  Then when I picked up the cake yesterday, the same thing happened.  So I guess I am a little famous in my small town.

     So, here is my New Years wish for you...follow your dreams and don't let anyone stop you.  You never know where they will lead.

Peace, Love, & Prosperity in the New Year~JC

2012 What a year it's been

   

     Wow, what a year it has been.  On Tuesday January 1, 2013, will mark the 1st anniversary that I started this blog.  My thought at the time were that I was going to be give you the peak into the publishing process I was going through and all the trials and tribulations that went with it. When I signed with my contract with my first publisher, I was told that I would not see my book published until the Summer of 2013.  Along the way, I learned a very important lesson, that sometimes self-publishing agency's will take advantage of you. Thanks to very good friends of mine, I was able to get out of that contract and found a wonderful editor who took me under her wing and now...I have my book published.  Okay down side, the original book, "Summer Rain" had to be broken down into two books, and the name had to be changed, upside...I have two published books, lol.  As you can see, book 2 has a cover!!!!!!  Look for its release January 1st, and of coarse I will be making the big announcement that day.  I am also having a Release/New Years eve party to celebrate.

     A lot has happened this year. I have grown as a writer, as a mom, and as a friend.  I was blessed to have people come into my life this year some new and some old.  A very dear friend came back into my life and I never realized before just how much I missed this persons friendship until we found each other again.  I found out who my true friends were, and how blessed I am to have them by my side.  They have all been a big part of me getting to where I am now and where I will be in the future.

     Also this year, I a part of my life was given back to her parents.  Gabbie went home, and truth be told, I miss that little girl every day.  I marked a year that her sister Chloe, who's memory lives on in these two book, passed away and went to be with my brother Robb.  I watched my oldest take make her next steps into her life by starting High School and my youngest start Kindergarten.

     I started the fight for causes that are dear to my heart and will do it in memory of Chloe so that no one will have to go through what I have.

     So what does 2013 hold for me.....That I'm not really sure about yet.  I know in April my next book will be published.  I hope to have the next book in the Fallen Angels series out this year too.  I hope to do some book signings too.  I know of hopefully 2 that I have planned so far and will keep you up to date as to when and where.

     In closing, I wish all of you who have found my little blog, a  Happy and Healthy New Year.  Thanks for stopping by and reading.  I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Peace, Love, & Happiness ~JC

Christmas Message

     Tis the season....I was going to post from one of my stories but instead I thought I would post my Christmas Wish for you.  Next week's post will be a look back at this past year, shocking I know, no one does that.  But this week is about the Holidays and family.  In the past two weeks we have all heard of the tragic shooting in CT and also this week the dreaded Mayan apocalyptic.
     I will be the first to say that I did send out text to close friends just in case Friday was it.  But I also didn't live my last day in fear either.  Instead, I was at my little ones Christmas show.  Like most of us at 9:30 we had our moment of silence. I felt almost guilty in away because while 27 families (yes I said 27, his mother was a victim too) were laying their children to rest and I was watching mine sing Christmas songs.
     A lot of us get caught up in the Christmas rush, trying to find that perfect gift, or wrapping that said gift.  We forget what this season is really about.  I did something this year, that I hope to continue in years to come.  I had a chance to give back, and to me, knowing that another family could have Christmas was one of the most wonderful feelings around.  It is something I want to instill in my children.  When I first met my husband we use to do things just like this.  But as the years have gone on, he seemed to forget about all we use to do.  People have developed a "Me attitude"   The phrase "No one helped me so why should I help someone else." seems to be something I hear a lot.  The truth, so what.  Don't help someone because someone helped or didn't help you, do it because you can and leave happy because you made a difference in someone's life.  Because that person you helped may do that for someone else when they are in a better place.
     I am blessed this year to be in a better place then I was a few years ago.  I am blessed to have my family with me and the support they have given me.  I am also blessed to have awesome friends.  My wish for you, take a minute and be thankful for what you have, if you can help someone who needs it and don't expect anything in return, and enjoy your holiday with the ones you love.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas~JC
   

Sunday Post "After Angels Fall~Camping fun"

It was a twenty-minute ride to the island and another twenty-minutes to the site they always stayed in.

“Fire pit is still here,” Nick said, putting down the first load of stuff and stretching out.

“Yeah, and Uncle Robb had the wood dropped off, so there is a plus. We’ll finish bringing the stuff in if you girls can clean up the area and figure out where we are going to set up,” Mark suggested.

“Wait, where’s the bathroom?” Gabbie asked, looking around. She had not stopped complaining since they go there.

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Right here,” he said and then took a gulp of water.

“And the shower?” she continued.

Kevin came over and put his arm around her, then pointed at the lake. “See that big puddle of water over there, that’s the lake and your shower for the next seven days.”

“You have got to be kidding me.” She looked at Chloe.

“Come on, Gab, it’s an adventure. Have fun with it.” Chloe laughed as she shook her.

Gabbie gave her an evil eye. “I am so going to kill you for talking me into this.”

Mark put down the cooler and looked at her. “Gabbie, chill, we just got here. Let’s get things set up and it will look a lot better.”

“Ahh, look what I found.” Kevin picked up a gardener snake.

Chloe jumped on Nick’s back and Gabbie screamed.

“That’s it, take me back!” she yelled.

Kevin walked towards her and held it out to her. “It’s harmless.”

“I mean it. I hate snakes!” she cried, running behind Chloe and Nick.

Kevin laughed at that. As he went back to the boat, he yelled, “We are so pretend broken up. See? I told you two this was a bad idea!”

“That doesn't happen much. He actually found it when we got off the boat and brought it here,” Nick said to Chloe.

She laughed it off. “It’s fine. They just freak me out a little.”

He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her. “Don’t worry, I will protect you from the big bad snakes.”

“Yeah, protect her from the snakes later. Come on. We got a lot to bring in.” Mark hit his shoulder and started back to the boat.

Three hours later, the camp was set up and the tents were up. Kevin and Nick went to put their stuff in; Mark threw it right back out.

“What gives?” Kevin asked, getting ready to throw the stuff back in.

“You two are over in the other tent. Claire and I are here,” Mark explained.

Nick looked at Kevin and then back at Mark. “Why is that?”

Mark put his hands on his hips and smirked. “Because I’m older and I said so. Hey, I’m letting you sleep with your girlfriend. You should be happy.”

“How is it I’m sleeping with my girlfriend when there are two other people in the tent?” Nick pointed out.

“That’s not my problem. Now go!” Mark pointed and went back inside with Claire.

Kevin looked at Nick. “We just got thrown out of our tent.”

Nick put his arm around Kevin’s shoulders. “Yeah, and you just broke up with your pretend girlfriend, who we now have to share a tent with. Good luck with that one.”

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