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Publication Date: June 30, 2014
Genre : Contemporary Romance
Paperback: 304 pages
Publisher: Diverse Arts Collective (May 9, 2012)
ISBN-10: 0615620744
ISBN-13: 978-0615620749

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Cassandra Whitmore is facing yet another Valentine’s Day alone. Her love life is as dry as the Sharpie pen she uses to mark an even more dreadful day on her calendar—her upcoming 30th birthday. Driven by the maddening ticking of her biological clock, Cassandra is determined to meet, fall in love with, and marry “The One” within nine months. When Cassandra accompanies her cousin to a night club, her Type-A quest to meet a man is quickly rewarded by a stranger’s velvety, baritone voice asking if he might occupy the seat next to her. He’s Nicolas Harte, whose good looks leave Cassandra speechless, but not for long. After mustering enough courage to strike up a conversation, she learns Nicolas is everything she wants in a man—smart, successful, and available. There’s only one catch: He’s “GU” (geographically undesirable). Nonetheless, Cassandra falls in love with Nicolas and makes the uncharacteristic decision to move from Los Angeles to New York to be with him. But Cassandra gets a rude awakening when she discovers there’s something rotten in the Big Apple.

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Shortly after graduating from USC with a degree in journalism, Alretha soon realized her interest in her major was not heartfelt. Instead of writing news stories, she wanted to write plays and books. Several years later, her church gave her an outlet to fulfill her writing desires through their Liturgical Fine Arts Department wherein Alretha penned twelve theatre pieces—the community response was overwhelming.
This led to plays outside of the church, including Alretha’s “One, Woman Two Lives,” starring Kellita Smith (The Bernie Mac Show), directed by four-time NAACP Image Award Best Director recipient, Denise Dowse. The production garnered rave reviews from critics and audiences.
In between plays, Alretha’s first novel, “Daughter Denied,” was launched in 2008 and in 2011, Alretha launched “Dancing Her Dreams Away.” Her third novel, “Married in the Nick of Nine,” spawned a four-book series that has been acquired by Soul Mate Publishing. “Married in the Nick of Nine,” the first book in the series was released July 2, 2014.

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Hey fellow readers and writers: once again I am back with another book blast but this time the author has added a rafflecopter giveaway. That’s right- this author is, if you choose to accept the challenge- giving away a book to you for free. All you have to do is on the date of this book blast which is July 18, 2014- stop by this blog and yes hit the link for the Rafflecopter giveaway. Enter in your information and wait for the phone call, email or however she will contact you.
Again that date is JULY 18, 2014. The author is: Alretha Thomas. She is an African American woman who has been writing since she graduated college. She began at her church with plays that have starred some famous people that we all know and love as actors and actresses. But wait- let me not tell you anymore than this. People- YOU HAVE TO STOP BY THE BLOG!

So without further ado I invite you to my place MURDER ON MY MIND on July 18, 2014 at (if you are up that early) 6 am in the morning to get your first crack at this novel.




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Joyce Brown
Joyce A. Brown is a motivational speaker and author who uses her creative energy to give voice and meaning to the challenges women face in all walks of life. She grew up in Rockford, Illinois in a household of strong women, but her professional career expanded her reach into Peoria and Battle Creek, Michigan. She is a proud member of AKA Sorority, Inc. and has served as a direct services worker, executive director, program director for a major foundation, and an entrepreneur. Joyce has experienced many uplifting moments as a professional and as a dedicated parent and strives to bring those events and lessons to life through her characters in the contemporary fiction novels she pens.

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What You Can Get Away With, Jared Riley, an aging semi-pro basketball player grabs for one last sexual venture before settling in for the lifestyle and comfort he signed up for when he married Lily. He is in explicitly drawn into the schemes of Alicia Connors, a young girl struggling to scratch her way out of a miserable existence who pursues Jared with a vengeance. One night of passion spirals into a series of unfortunate events that impacts his family in a way he never imagined.

Deception, Betrayal, Weakness

Three people searching for the right thing … in the wrong places.

Jared Riley, an aging semi-pro basketball player sees that his chance at fame is slipping away, then grabs for one last sexual venture before settling in for the lifestyle and comfort he signed up for when he married Lily, his upwardly mobile wife. He is inexplicably drawn into the schemes of Alicia Connors, a young girl struggling to scratch her way out of a miserable existence who pursues Jared with a vengeance. She has an intricate plan to fulfill her own dreams of marriage and family in Jared’s arms, and will stop at nothing to have him. One night of passion spirals into a series of unfortunate events that Jared can’t bring under control and impacts his family in a way that he never imagined.

Lily Riley achieves success in the boardroom but can’t find the winning strategy to make her husband remain committed to her. When his recent exploits causes a scandal in their small town, she is totally unaware that he ha brought deadly forces into their lives.

Will Lily finally wake up to the fact that her husband’s high risk behavior has arrived on her doorstep? Will Alicia’s family avenge her by taking Jared for the rough ride he deserves. Will Jared survive a deadly reckoning?

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Naleighna Kai is the national bestselling author of Open Door Marriage, Every Woman Needs a Wife, with a spin-off titled, The Pleasure’s All Mine. She is a contributing author to a New York Times Bestseller, an award-winning author, and The E. Lynn Harris Author of Distinction. Naleighna pens contemporary fiction, erotica, and speculative fiction and is currently working on her next novels: Was it Good For You Too?, Rich Woman’s Fetish and Slaves of Heaven. Find her on the web at or http://www.everywomanneedsawife, and on Facebook and Twitter under Naleighna Kai.

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Every Woman Needs a Wife Original 2
Every Woman Needs a Wife, A woman can have it all … a career, children, a not-so-perfect husband … and his mistress.

Every Woman Needs a Wife is the hilarious, but thought-provoking story of a wife who does the “unthinkable.” When Brandi walks in on her husband and his mistress she says, “If you’re going to cheat, then I need to get something out of it. The mistress needs to come home, clean my house, keep the kids and put some money on the bills, too.”

Bursting with originality and controversy, author Naleighna Kai has created a provocative, and at times heartwarming tale about an age-old problem that will strike a chord with all women.

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Karen Bradley
Karen D. Bradley’s weakest link would become her saving grace in her life. In college, she found herself in a place where she needed an outlet for her haywire emotions, a way to focus to get through classes and to stabilize her world that seemed to be spinning out of control. Writing her first book, Shattered Illusions, helped her cope with the death of her father, the emotion upheaval and her changing family dynamics. In 2010, Karen’s world once again tilted off its axis leaving her scrambling to survive. Publishing her second book, Trifling Ways, became one of the ways she endured one of the most difficult times in her life. For her next project, Karen allowed her readers to select which book would be published next and they selected Tainted Love which was release June 2013. She gives a portion of the proceeds from the sales of her books to organizations that are designed to help others. Her current book, Love Runs Deep is available in trade paperback and e-book. Her next book, Black Diamond, is slated to be released in 2015. Find her on the web at

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Love Runs Deep, After Tyler Bradford has a run in with the Chameleon, she finds herself gunned down and bleeding in the snow next to her best friend, Lorrain. Her entire world changes when Lorrain dies. She becomes determined to make the Chameleon pay for his crimes. However, she isn’t the only one on a mission. The Chameleon is hunting her down to finish what he started. Their paths will cross, yet only one of them will accomplish their goal. Tyler’s love for Lorrain runs deep, but will it be the very thing that gets her killed?

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Renee Daniel Flagler is an award-winning freelance journalist, teaching artist, and the award-nominated author of four novels, Mountain High Valley Low, Miss-Guided, In Her Mind and, Raging Blue. She teaches creative writing through public school’s Arts in Education programs. Renee resides in New York and is currently at work on her next novels, Still Raging, Society Wives and her first faith-based, nonfiction book entitled, The Relationship Survival Guide. Connect with Renee on Facebook, Twitter or online at

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Raging Blue is a contemporary romance by author, Renee Daniel Flagler. Blue Holiday has decided to call foul and leave her destructive marriage. But her cheating husband, Jaylin, decides he needs her money to survive and insists on a rematch. Usually, Blue would be game, but after discovering the depths of his depravity, she drops him from her roster of eligibles. Unaccustomed to rejection, especially from his wife, Jaylin decides to take what he feels is rightfully his. Problem is, he forgot a woman in love will put up with a lot. But a woman enraged, she’ll let you think you’re winning, just before she snatches it all.

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Hey fellow readers. I am just once again pushing the novel A Book of Poetry by Yasmine Jameson an ebook available on The link to purchase the novel is

So please guys for $.99 you get a book that is sometimes funny, sometimes sad and yet always makes you think. It talks to you of gossip, friendship, death, birth and betrayal. All things we have in common in our lives. But it does it without being condescending, ignorant or evil. I think it makes us all think about who we are and who we want to be. So help support an author. Purchase a novel. Thanks.

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I have already posted the Barnes and Noble link. Amazon does not have it yet. I have to publish with them directly. This was confirmed by email to me today. I am going to do what the woman said in the email and see about it going directly.

It isn’t easy doing this without someone to follow up for me. I am responsible for making sure that it is online and available. I am also responsible if something goes wrong. I do not want any trouble. This is why I say I have to protect myself as well as others. I have to talk with someone directly and am hoping to call them but right now is not a good time to call.

So I am happy to give you these links so that you may go directly and purchase the novel for $.99. It is available. I hope that you enjoy.

Hey fellow readers and fans. I wanted to share that I am available now at for sale. The link to purchase the ebook

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Hi Readers and fans. I am hoping to gain more fans with this as well. I AM LOOKING FOR SOME BRAVE TO READ MY NOVEL Yasmine 01



From one of the Facebook friends is an interesting piece of information on writing and I am quoting it in its entirety for educational purposes.

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Daily Writing Tips – Quote vs. Quotation, Invite vs. Invitation
One of my college professors insisted that quote is a verb and quotation is a noun and never the twain shall meet. For example, a writer quotes from an author, but the quoted material is a quotation, never “a quote.” Although I still observe the distinction in my own writing, I have become aware that both the OED and Merriam-Webster recognize the use of quote as a noun. Most English words ending in -tion have French cognates, for example: information, confirmation, and position. Such words came into English in the Middle Ages from French. In M.E. the ending of these French borrowings was spelled -cioun; later the ending came to be spelled -tion in both languages. Through the centuries, many -tion words have lost their endings, and more are in the process of doing so. English words ending in -tion tend to lose the suffix when the first part of the word retains the word’s meaning without it. Here are some shortened -tion nouns that have become accepted into standard English: quote from quotation ID or I.D. from identification insert from insertion Here are some that the OED still labels colloquial or slang: invite from invitation info from information admin from administration prep from preparation promo from promotion (in the sense of publicity) ammo from ammunition NOTE: M-W does not agree with OED on all of the shortened -tion words. For example, while M-W labels the noun invite “chiefly dialectal,” it admits ammo as a standard word. OED does not have an entry for specs with the meaning specifications, but M-W has. Many speakers cringe when they hear or read invite used as a noun, but the tendency to drop -tion when the rest of the word is sufficiently meaningful without it, is strong in English. I may not like hearing invite used as a noun, but enough speakers use it that way for it to make a comeback. Yes, comeback: 1659 H. L’Estrange Alliance Divine Offices 326 Bishop him an…

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Hello fellow readers and those who wish to read. I have an exciting new deal for you. Some authors have been doing what is called a contest reveal. And the contest basically will reveal a cover for a new novel that was discussed during a contest and voted on. The one revealed is the one that won. So this is my first time doing it I believe. Hopefully you will like it almost as much as I did trying to figure out which one it was.



"A devious smile appears on his face, and its almost as if he is enjoying this."

“A devious smile appears on his face, and its almost as if he is enjoying this.”

A little bit about the author but you can also read her biography here as well. Ms. Wild is an erotic author of the Blissful Series. See author biography attached here:

Clarissa Wild is the erotic romance author of the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, the Doing It Series and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals. Want to get an email when my next book is released? Sign up here to receive a FREE short story:


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Here is an excerpt from the novel as well as a synopsis as well. Please take time out to read both and then by the book. I am also doing a book review as well. So stay tuned for my book review to appear shortly.


When he comes up the steps his gaze is already set on that one empty spot beside me. I’m squeezing my legs together, as he sits next to me. My instinct is to scoot far away, but I can’t; there’s nowhere to go.

I feel watched, which isn’t strange, considering his gray eyes are practically trying to penetrate my skin.

Anger is seething inside him, I don’t have to look at him to know; I can feel it flow out of him like a radiator that’s burning up.

God, I want to die.

He keeps staring at me, as if he has nothing better to do. My heartbeat is rising, and I’m starting to feel really sweaty. I don’t know why he’s doing this, but it’s freaking me out, and I don’t like it one bit.

“Don’t you have to pay attention?” I say, avoiding his eyes.

“To You? Yes.”

His words make my insides broil.

“The teacher has already started talking.” I point to the front, but Hunter doesn’t even flinch. His eyes are still on me like a hawk zooming in on his prey.

“I don’t care.”

I swallow, gathering the courage to turn my head and look at him. The moment my eyes make contact with his I’m drowning. Drowning in amazement. Drowning in fear.

Fear of the unknown.

“But your grades …” I stammer.

He snorts, and a smile curls the corners of his mouth while he shakes his head. “Yeah, right.”

And all I can do is stare.

If looks could kill, I would be dead.

He looks so damn handsome when he smiles. It’s like everything around us fades, and all I ever want to see is that smile. It just makes me feel good.

But when the smile disappears, so does my mood.

The darkness falling over his face unsettles me.

In his eyes I see the hurt, the worries, the insomnia. Sleepless nights have worn down his face, making him look saggy and dull. But I know there’s so much more inside there.

Endless stories and an undiscovered world I’m intrigued by.

I want to know what’s in there. Inside him. Why he’s so angry and sad at the same time.

A sudden overwhelming feeling to grab him and hold him tight takes me aback.

He’s having so much trouble in his life right now, even though I have no idea what’s going on. I can see there’s something wrong. And I want to help him get through it.

But I don’t come any close. I don’t move one muscle.

I’m scared. Scared of what he can do. Scared of his power, and his temper.

In my mind I can still see his bloodshot eyes and the hateful look on his face. He was in that fight yesterday, I’m sure of it. The only question is who was the one instigating it.

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

I can’t ask him. I just can’t get the words to come out. I’m really chicken-shit.

“Something wrong?” he says.

I shake my head.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?”

Hunter inches closer. I instinctively draw back, but he scoots even farther to my side. I’m scared to death he wants to do something to me, and I have no idea what, which makes it even scarier.

A devious smile appears on his face, and it’s almost as if he’s enjoying this. Taunting me seems like his way to pass time in class. I don’t like it one bit, but on the other hand I’m excited as hell.

He raises his head, and his nostrils flare. I turn my head, my breath hitching in my throat. I can’t look when he’s doing this, entering my private space uninvited.

It feels as though his nose is close to my hair, because there’s hot air flowing close to my ear. And then he inhales.

Holy shit.

Is he smelling me?

I’m frozen in place from sheer panic, my heart beating like crazy.

No guy has ever come this close to me.

He lets out a huge breath afterward and chuckles softly. His breath lingers on my ear, and a shudder runs through me.

“I like it,” he whispers.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

My skin tingles where his hot breath brushed over me. My groin clenches, and my clit thumps.


His whisper does this to me. Just a whisper.

I never felt like this before. I think I just died inside.

Hunter muffles a laugh. It’s like he can smell my fear.

He takes in a sharp breath and moves back to his usual spot. As if what he did just now was the most normal thing in the world.

I’m still shaken, my body stiff from the encounter. I feel completely naked, and I know he’s watching me.

The look in his eyes is like that of a boy who just did something totally against the rules. And it’s so fucking sexy I can’t stand it.

Here is a Synopsis of the details for the new novel. Including publication date and other essentials.
Title: Fierce

Author: Clarissa Wild

Publication Date: January 27th 2014

Genre: New Adult Romance


Fight for your dreams. Fight for your life. Fight for love.

Nerdy girl Autumn Blakewood is the prime example of a goodie two-shoes. She studies every night, is never late for class, and always follows the rules. She has never felt the need to step out of her comfort zone. That is, until she meets Hunter.

Hunter Bane is a cocky, confident bad-boy, who’s nothing but trouble. He’s a dangerous distraction to everyone around him. Sexy and strong, Hunter enjoys the swooning effect he has on women. Especially those who aren’t used to attention, like Autumn.

Autumn finds it hard not to give into Hunter’s advances, even though it all seems like a game to him. Trying to understand him is impossible, because he shrouds himself in mystery.

What she doesn’t know is that Hunter has more baggage than anyone should have to carry. When she discovers he’s in an illegal frat club to save the one person that matters to him, Autumn realizes this could mean the end of her undeniable connection to him. Even their lives are at risk.

But it’s too late to turn back now …

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Hi. Although I am selling this book on Smashwords I also decided to post the novel as well. I did try to do it as a book blog but it didn’t work. So without further ado, here is my first novel- A Book of Poetry.


A Book of Poetry by Yasmine Jameson
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© 2013 Yasmine Jameson, pseudonym

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POETRY READING #2 Such Sarcasm

POETRY READING #3 Destruction


POETRY READING #4 Images in Society























I had someone read my book prior to sending it out to the publisher’s and they didn’t like this poem. Their response was “ehh!”. It actually is a good representation of what this poem represents when all you hear is “Blah, Blah, Blah.”

I write, you read, you speak
I write, you type, you speak
I write, you speak
You speak.

I type, you read, you speak
I type, you copy, you speak
I type, you type, you speak
You speak.

I speak, you speak.
You speak.

You speak.

POETRY READING #2 Such Sarcasm!
Clap your hands. Give a round of applause. It has been one hell of a performance. You are a very good performer. WE should be inspired for higher heights.

Clap your hands. These people, is who we should be trying to give an award too for best performance. But we don’t think it will happen.

Clap your hands. The award is won. You are the greatest there is.

POETRY READING#3 Destruction
Destruction is what happened. It started from being nosy and from being watchful. Destruction is where fear lies. The people fear destruction. Destruction is what happened. The people watched in fascination as the event unfolded. They watch and they wait. As time goes on they relax their guard. Let people in. And then it happens. Destruction is what happened. The people watched in fascination as the event unfolded. Destruction. They were watchful. They were nosy. They watched in horror as it unfolded. Destruction is what happened. The land rejoiced as justice was delivered. The destruction was total. Nothing was left. They wiped it and erased it from the memory. No paper. No evidence. Destruction is what happened. They watched as it ended and quiet began. People started letting their guard down. They started letting people in and then they watched. Justice is what they seek. They watch in fascinated horror. But only he enjoyed it with every fiber of his being. He discussed it openly and embarrassed whenever he can. But in the end, destruction was complete. In the end, rubble was left.

He stole our lives.
He killed us all.
He signed an agreement with is buddies in pin stripe suits.
So now they are done.

It has been destroyed.
They tried to break the agreement but he wouldn’t let them.
Now lives are decimated.

They hope he is happy.

POETRY READING#4 Images in Society
The people were seeing people who looked hungry. These were the same people every day. They were tattered clothing. They were gaunt and woe bone. Their eyes were glazed from hunger.

As people watched they saw a man in the throws of death. His body was twisted in contortions. His eyes rolled back in his head. Spittle coming from his mouth. As he took his last breath, you watched his chest as it rose and shuddered as it fell. The man walked forward with his stethoscope and checked for a pulse. He shook his head. The time of death was announced.

You saw her crying. Day after day. Night after night. Then one day as she stopped crying and started laughing and dancing. Everyone turned against her. She was a fake. A fraud. She was shown to be so by a medical test, a medical exam, and evaluation. She was a fake. When they looked at her, they hated what they saw. They made up a picture and shot at her. She was the one they trained to as they took tests on and used for all intents and purposed as a training tool. In the end, they decided that she was just a person who wasn’t a person.

Then one day a man came along because he wanted to show what the truth was. He bought himself a camera. He bought himself a life. And she repeated everything as if she said it to herself. He put himself in her path. And when he met her, he chatted. After he chatted he went back to his friend. Then they were seen talking and seen eating. After a while he began to shy away and walk away. After a while she began to shy away and walk away. And then they just split into different pieces.

He hated her. He wanted her to “Get the hell out of here.” He spoke of it to other people. He explained that he had no respect for her and that she couldn’t do anything correctly and that she was nothing but a stupid bit**. And then he smiled in her face or a simulation of a smile or what you could say was he treated her nicely. For a while it seemed that he was actually being nice but then it struck. The nastiness. The comments. The looks. And everyone looked at her in disgust. They wanted to know what happened here. And then they remembered. It was her fault. She was not worth his time. She was not worthy of his respect. She was not worthy of their respect. They were to treat her as if she was working but give her nothing to do. They were not to engage her discussions about business. They were to do nothing unusual to tip her off. But he continued to lay his trap. He continued to watch and wait. Then one day he went to his office and, he decided, enough was enough. He called her into his office and he said, “Get the hell out.” Just like that. No other words. No other segue way. Just those four words. And as she left he said, “Oh and by the way, you might want to be careful on your way out. You may just be lynched by a mob.” And he started laughing. An interesting choice of words she thought. But in the moment, she said to herself maybe it was appropriate because he felt she should be lynched.

These are just glimpses into the lives they lead. We can only hope to see more. We hope you enjoyed your journey through the lives of the invisible.

I sit in my room glancing around with tears in my eyes
Why am I here in my room by myself as oppose to being outside living my life
I am angry and sad at the same time
I love, I hate, I bitch, I get happy, I get sad.
When does my time begin for just being content and happy in life?

What if I thought I had found the life I wanted to live and then it just poof! Went up in smoke?
What if I told you that I loved you would you laugh in my face? Would you say you don’t want to hear that? Would you say that you didn’t love me back?

What if I told you that a little girl about five years old saw the most horrible thing in the world for a little girl to see? She saw death staring her in the face. Its eyes blacker than you can imagine; its breath colder than the north pole; its skin pale and pulled tautly across the face staring at her out of the darkness; its mouth moving but no sound coming out. What if the only words she could say after that was: “I’m scared Mommy! Mommy! Where are you?” But Mommy never answered her.

What if the floor you are standing on now is no longer there? What if you began falling into nothingness and didn’t hit rock bottom?

What if you died?

What if?

As you look into the depth of her eyes
You see beyond forever
In her you have found home, a peace, a stillness, a warmth
To her you say all the right and wrong things
To her you always say I love you
But do you mean it?

In me I see all that is lacking
All I have done wrong
All of my mistakes

In you I see a person who has grown beyond their time
A person who has seen and felt the worst life can throw and survive and thrived
In you we see the promise of tomorrow
A repeat of the past
A replica of everything
With an eye towards the new

In the two of you I see a love and a life that most of us dream about
Words can’t describe it, pictures can’t show it
But the two of you are like Heaven.
A bright light, with golden gates, pale blue sky and family welcoming you inside
They hold you; kiss you and say-It’s not your time yet. When it is, you will know its time to say Goodbye to your old family and welcome in the new combined family.

The two of you become one united unit. We, who sit in the background, as we have let life pass us by done to no one’s fault but our own, are left with a feeling of wistful envy. And yet, a peaceful happiness.

She has no family
She lost it one day due to her own actions
No matter what she did or said
She could not get them back
She finally accepted that they would not be a family

Through all the anger and tears she had hope
Through all the fishes, she had hope
Through all the sniping, snide comments, she had hope;
Until she finally lost all hope.

It is not there anymore.

So she slowly rebuilt her life, piece by piece, brick by brick, person by person;
She’s happily married with a family all her own
But, if you listen late at night, you can still hear her crying.

In conversation with Melinda and Shae:

If you called yourself her friend Melinda, I think that you lied to her and everybody. You talked about her all the time in a negative manner. Shae says that we should all look at our behavior in a light that fits what we do. So in that honor here we go: the psychologist says that you meaning you have a problem with your husband’s former relationship. By that we mean his sexual relationship. You married him after dating him all throughout college and school. But then you found out he cheated on you with get this your best friend from around the corner. How sad for you. But you didn’t let that stop you from fighting for your man. And fight you did.

But then you turned around Shae and did the very same thing to someone else. If that ain’t the most hypocritical thing in the world to do. Now, we have known each other most of our lives and I am going to tell you like it is and like a woman in love with her man: you never and I mean never do someone wrong like that after spouting off all of this cliché shit that you care and that you want to help and that you would be so upset and not do that to anyone else because coming from you girlfriend it is a lie. Now I would not do that to my man either way because once we are together it’s for keeps and not for you or anyone else to but in. Got that?

So hey Shae, although I am sorry that you lost your man, I really ain’t because I think that you deserved it for real.

Rattner is—
Jealously is for you because you are not doing you
They are doing you
Can’t go to the diner
You died of embarrassment
Ms. Turk your luck done died
They sit in awe of your misfortune
No she’s gay they say
What does marriage have to do with anything
Denial or truth
You can’t decide for her
As she sniffs she asks, “can I come home now?”

You lost all respect due to your own inability to take the time out and talk.
You thought that what I did was disrespectful because you weren’t talked to.
Well it goes both ways. You don’t talk to me face to face except for once and all you said was what? No explanation or anything. Something like that should be explained but you thought nothing of it at all. I don’t understand you at all. But since you made the mistake of thinking that what you thought and what you did was the right thing for all those concerned then I have one thing to say to you-here is the name of my attorney: Ms. James. You want her number (973) 275-5534/ You want her email address: You want her cell number: (973) 509-5455. If you need anything else, call up the courthouse. That’s your respect; the respect that you did not give me once the whole time.

Silky, curly hair; surrounding the face of a pixie
Tall, slender body encased in mellow clothing
Very relaxed but watchful
The reason for his alertness, walks right beside him.

Under 4 feet tall, same curly, silky hair.
Dressed identical.
Same smile exactly.
Who would have thought?
You’d be a great parent, after all.

P.S. Don’t say we told you so.

When we meet in the front of the room, full of people; hear my words to you and them:

Today, I stand before you half a man;
Today, I stand before you half conscious;
Today know that when I leave you I should leave you a whole man.

For the last 5 to 10 years you have heard my cries, seen my anger, felt my pain; You understand what we all went through. You see the lovely woman beside me here: I hate her on sight. You know why? She was a sniveling, simpering baby. That’s right. A huge baby. Cried at the drop of a hat. And man, could she talk. About nothing. It got so bad. I hid from her. You think she took the hint? Not exactly. So now, years later, we stand before you, in front of the judge waiting, for our wedding to end with the words…

…You are now husband and wife…

So before we get to that, no emergency, no calls, no testimonials, no stops of the wedding…None? Good.

Ok, your honor, its her turn now.


Well I can’t top that. But my thoughts are different.
I am indeed all that he says I am. I am a huge baby. But you know why he puts up with me?
Because, simply put, I am in love with that man right here beside me.
You know the poem, Roses are Red, Violets are Blue; here’s my version:

‘Roses may be red’
‘Violets may be blue’
‘While all of that is true’
‘Here’s one true blue’…

Through thick and thin, highs and lows, you have been there for me. Know that I am here for you, Always.

Okay, judge, your turn….

I am writing this article to share with you my journey into motherhood. In three months time, I am going for artificial insemination. I have done some research. I have asked some questions but some things you can never really know until you go. The doctor I have chosen was referred to me by my gynecologist. His name is Dr. Marks. I am so excited that it is going to happen. I am going to become a mother.

I used to think about becoming a mother but I would do it when I was married. Now, I am 30 years old and I would like to have a child. So, I am going to do it on my own. I looked up the doctor’s credentials but what can curriculum vitae really tell you about a doctor. The interesting thing was that there were no disciplinary actions. That can be good or bad. I am glad on the one hand and on the other hand I wonder if no one has ever bought a complaint forward. But from what I have heard and it has only been good things, then I don’t believe that he has any bad occurrences.

I have talked with my family about it. My mother believes that artificial insemination is not good because people will lie about their traits and how they look and personal things about them. She brings up a good point. How can you really know what you are getting? My mother always has good points. Although they are not always listened to at the time but they are good points none the less. The current discussion or the most recent discussion was that she still believes that I shouldn’t do it right away. That I should wait until I am at a better place in my life. She feels that to go ahead and do it now might be detrimental to me and to the baby. I should have more of a life than I do now.

As an aside, I read the Useless-Knowledge .com articles and the most recent one was a conversation that ran like “there are two people in a boat. Pete and Re-Pete. If Pete jumps out who’s left? Re-Pete.” In the beginning it was okay but once I realized that he was repeating himself, I kind of thought that what he was saying is that Liberals and Conservatives go around in circles like two skunks going at it in a cage. I think it was interesting. Albeit annoying once I realized what he was doing. But he did it to make a point. It wasn’t working. You were going around in circles and it didn’t matter what you did because it would be the same end result. Kind of like my reality at times. The same end result. This is when I need my family particularly my mother the most. I just want to have that feeling of security. I don’t get it with anything but you know things. I don’t like that. I want them to care. I want them to yell, get angry or just be there. Not quiet and downtrodden and sad. I am sad enough for everybody. I miss my parents when I am at work. When I wasn’t working, I got so used to going to their house and spending time with my father and my brother that I miss that. Then I would stay when my mother came home and then came spend time with my sister. By then she would be tired and maybe cranky but she somehow would make time to take care of me when I wasn’t doing it myself. And then I started working and here I am at a job that I hate.

The Pete and Re-Pete cycle happens at my job. I have to tell you it is the most annoying thing. They repeat things they don’t need to. You don’t waste time that way. But they do it anyway. Actually, it is one specific person who does it which is ten times more annoying because it is the one person doing it and you can’t tell me the person doesn’t know what it is doing. And it is the most annoying thing in the world. But then that is why it is done. I have taken a new leaf out though-live and let live. You want to do it, go ahead and I will do what I need to so I can get out of dodge. And that will be next year.

Back to motherhood. I am so psyched to be a mom. I am looking forward to nine months without my period, stretch marks, sore breasts, breast feeding, midnight feedings, big belly, and of course the little miracle I will receive at the end. I have it marked down to the final day of my wait period and then I can schedule my first appointment. I am so wanting to be there. Of course, I have decided on the way to work where I currently work at once I am pregnant. I might even be at school which will be stress but much less stress. But I really want to have a child. I believe that I will be a good mother to my child and children like me a lot of times.

I would want my child to have a father figure. I hope to have some male friends who wouldn’t mind that job. I think all kids should have someone who represents a mother figure and a father figure. Hopefully next year, I will be on my way to realizing that dream of motherhood.

I have been discouraged by various people. But I won’t let that stop me because this is something that I want very much. And next year, it is my year, I will have a great start to my baby making process.

Next time: Continuation.

He thought that had the right to make that choice for them. He thought he had that right to do what he wanted if it was written so. He thought he had that right to take what he wanted and damn to hell the consequences. He thought he had that right to be king of all he surveyed.

He thought he had that right to loudly proclaim that he was right and they were wrong. He thought he had that right to loudly proclaim that he was real and that he was not. He thought he had that right to loudly proclaim that he had this under his belt and he had not. He thought he had that right to be king of all he surveyed.

He would be upset should people say he was wrong and not kowtow to him. He thought he had that right to voyeuristically look and get off his jollies while still proclaiming to be so forgiving and so understanding. He thought he had that right to be king of all he surveyed.

He thought that his right made might when in fact it was their might that made right. It wasn’t that they were actually right but that they had the power. They were king of all they surveyed and he was just a peon that they used systematically. He was not king of all he surveyed.

There is no moral to this story. There is no moral to this poem. It is just thoughts on paper. If you choose to read anything into it so be it. But remember, you only get out what you put in and for that I am not responsible. So read if you dare.

I want to talk to Mommy. Do you know where she is? Do you know what she is doing? She is supposed to be there. But she isn’t. Did you take her away? Did you hurt her? Did you do bad things to her? I am tired.

Please give our Mother back. You took her. You kept her away. You did this to us. It is wrong. How could you do this to our family? Our family has done nothing to you. WE have not had anything to do with you. Yet you broke us up. Why?

If you felt the need to take, why not take someone else’s; why take ours? Did you think that it was something we would be like, it’s okay?

My Mother has not been sick a day in her life as far as we know. And if she was, she never let us know that she was sick. My Mother took care of us even if she was feeling like shit. My Mother was the champion of us all and the one who bore the bad news. She took the lumps with the jumps. And you stole it all from us.

You, who took with no compunction. You who took with no thought to feelings. Why did you take my Mommy away?

First you take her. Then you hurt her. Then you hurt us. After you were done, you repeated it over and over and over again. You didn’t care. You just wanted to hurt us. I don’t understand. What did our family ever do to you? We have nothing to do with you.

When I go to the graveyard, I scream, I kick and I cry. Where is Mommy? Why isn’t she here? What did you do to her? Why did you take her? I scream; I want my Mommy. Give me back my Mommy.

You don’t understand what it is like. You don’t understand what it means. Maybe you do. I am only six years old. My Mommy is supposed to be here with me. Yet, you took her away. Why? Please, God, give me back my Mommy. We really need Mommy. Daddy cries a lot but he doesn’t let people see. My brother and sister keep it inside. They don’t let anybody see anything. So, please God, give me back my Mommy.

Apology: August 28, 2008
Dear Ms. Barnes:
I am writing this letter to apologize for my rudeness earlier. You will have to excuse my behavior although I do not think that there is any apology big enough to explain to you what I said. I stand by it however that is not why I am apologizing. I am apologizing for the way I treated you. I do believe that you two need to have a conversation with your family about what is going on. I do believe that you and your family need to be cognizant of what happened.

I am getting married in the future. WE haven’t set a date yet. But I wanted you to know that this very conversation that I am telling you to have is one that you should be having with your family. WE had not choice due to circumstances. You won’t either.

I hope you don’t find this an imposition because it is not meant to be.


Hey lady- you want to know a secret? Why they can’t stand you or me? I have to tell you this one truth-

Come closer now- they hate you because you start it over every time. Each time all the time.

They hate me because all I try and do is end it so that I have something left for me.

So what does that leave?

Not me.

Just you.

And I hope you have a nice long life in prison lady.

I was once asked this question: Would you like to sleep with me?

So- let’s think about this. Someone asks you this. Are they cute? Would you do them? Or would just hang out and sleep?

So if you were to think of this question on its face? I would like to sleep yes; with you? I don’t know. Do you snore? Do you toss and turn? Are you a sweater? Are you a whistler? Do you sleep in the nude?

Okay- so my answers- I don’t snore (that I know of). I do toss and turn (frequently when stressed). I sweat (off and on). I don’t know about being a whistler though. Not many of those. The last one I refuse to answer.

So if I come over and spend the night do you mind watching a chick flick? Or are you the type that doesn’t watch anything but action movies? I have a girlfriend and that is all she watched. It can be annoying. By the by-you should know that if it’s a normal night for me, I won’t move a muscle once I am sleep. But if its not you might be awake all night. Sorry.

So in answer to you question which I am sure you are re-thinking in your wisdom of asking me because I am so not who you want to spend the night with- ask me again?

I was once asked this question- Would you like to sleep with me?

The answer is yes.

Night Night!

As you look into the depths of her eyes
You see beyond forever
In her you have found home, a peace, a stillness, a warmth
To her you say all the right and wrong things
To her you always say I love you
But do you mean it?

In me I see all that is lacking
All I have done wrong
All of my mistakes

In you I see a person who has grown beyond their time
A person who has seen and felt the worst life can throw and survive and thrived
In you we see the promise of tomorrow
A repeat of the past
A replica of everything
With an eye towards the new

In the two of you I see a love and a life that most of us dream about
Words can’t describe it, pictures can’t show it
But the two of you are like Heaven.
A bright light, with golden gates, pale blue sky and family welcoming you inside
They hold you, kiss you and say-It’s not your time yet. When it is, you will
Know its time to say Goodbye to your old family and welcome in the new, combined family.

The two of you become one united unit. We, who sit in the background, as we have let life pass us by don’t due to no one’s fault but our own are left with a feeling of wistful envy. And yet, a peaceful happiness.

We are in writing mode today. We have something on our minds and we want to talk about it. But when we write you take exception to everything as like the song says you think it is about you well it isn’t. If it was, then you would know. We aren’t angry at you and we don’t dislike you either. All we want is what you offered everyone else respect and understanding a little help now and then but do you offer it we don’t think that you do.

We respect the law. We respect the judge. We may not respect the attorney though. But that is because they are supposed to represent their client to the best of their ability. Have you ever heard an attorney curse out a client? I have and it was another attorney at that. I don’t know if that is because he was angry or just thought that he was stupid. We don’t know that. We just thought about it.

There is a man whom we don’t like. WE smile in his face and say we like him because if we don’t he makes our lives a living hell. And he claims to be helping. We don’t think so, he knows that we really don’t like him and we don’t want to be around him. IN fact we don’t want to work with him and truthfully, we don’t understand his problem with the understanding of that fact. This man who they claim tried so hard to be so helpful tried to say you don’t understand.

Understand what? Let me see. That…you …didn’t…get…it. You…were…supposed…to do…something…that…you…didn’t…do.

How much plainer can you get than that?

Not much plainer.

If you were not supposed to do something-then I guess you weren’t really helping who you said you were; were you?

Darrell and Daryl are husband and wife. They met through his brother. She is bisexual. And she didn’t tell a soul. Why not? You aren’t fooling anybody. Why didn’t you know that? WE don’t care about your sexuality. It isn’t any of our business get the point? What we care about is that you are in the business that isn’t any of yours. If you want to understand then understand what we are saying to you: we aren’t like you. WE don’t think like you. We don’t want to be you either. We hope that you are happy in your married life. We hope that you live a long life. We hope that you like your brand new house and car. What we would like from you is: a little understanding that if you have sex we don’t want to know about it for real. You say you are not trying to hurt us but by telling us who we should be and how we should be but you are hurting us. Do you understand? We don’t care that you are bisexual. We don’t care for real. It is who you are. We accept you for that so stop trying to make it understood. You might make us all a little happier.

If you are bisexual we don’t want to tell you that you shouldn’t be. We don’t care about that. In actuality, what we want from you about your life other than the normal conversation is just that normal conversation. Please don’t bring attention to yourself; or us for that matter. We appreciate that.

I don’t want you he says. He calls her a man because he thinks she didn’t get the fact that he doesn’t like her. No she got that fact. He didn’t get she wasn’t after him. He kept repeating the same old story. You want me you know that you do. If you didn’t then I wouldn’t be here would I. Well, if you are still here and she doesn’t want you who didn’t understand what? Let me see. He goes, she is so desperate. God, do you see? And you know what she thought of that man: He was not her type and trust me, he knew that full and well.

Why bare all your dirty laundry? In other words don’t gossip, put on airs or pretend that you are better than anyone else. Because honey, you ain’t for real. If you think that you are better because you typed in some words on a computer that can be spit out from hypnosis you aren’t thinking with a clear head either. What’s that mean? You aren’t for real. You aren’t their life or their hope or their future. You are their death. You are their end. You are the end. You are death personified.

What does that mean to that lady who thinks she is the shit? Not a hell of a lot. Why? Because she thinks that she deserves something that isn’t hers for right or by might. By hook, crook or other means, she will take what isn’t hers and she will try and say it is hers because what? She is the one who will have a life. But that isn’t the truth either. Her life can be taken away. Just as easily. It can be destroyed entirely not by who she thinks of either. What does that mean? You didn’t watch your back. What did they say a long time ago? Watch your back.

These words…when I close my eyes every second I’m awake I live another life these dreams that sleep when its cold outside every second I’m awake the further I’m away….

Your dirty laundry is what keeps everyone up and you don’t like the noise either; too bad that you don’t like the noise. If you weren’t where you weren’t supposed to be then you wouldn’t be disturbed unless your problem is that you are not supposed to be here. You are supposed to be somewhere else. Like where, oh I don’t know. Somewhere.

Watch your back they said. Why she or he can’t do anything I’ve got it covered. Sure you do. We know that. But in the end it doesn’t matter because we all died a thousand times over.


My dream is simple: to find a man who loves me. I have no desire for anything else. I have no desire for fame or fortune. I just want comfortability. I just want safety and strength. I just want faith and support. I just want excitement and anger. I just want passion and plague. I just want to find that man that can give me all.

To say that I am an ignorant woman is not to say a complete lie. But to say that I am a unique woman is the entire truth. I am not like those you sit beside and talk on the phone with; nor am I like you. I dear lady am a woman whereas you are a lady. The difference being in not demeanor but in desire and show. You desire to have respect and sex while I desire to own desire, sex and respect. See the difference. My show is not for you dear lady to be in my shoes but for me to own my shoes and you to wipe my feet. And once you wipe my feet, for you to ….well you understand.

My desire is simple: to find me a woman who loves me. I have a desire for money, for success, for nice living quarters and a fast car. But my desire is tempered by my girl with whom I have been with for the last five years. And make no mistake about it, you all negroes ain’t getting within ten feet of my girl without a gun pointed at your privates. No you don’t have to worry that I will let you have sex with my girl cuz the only dick she sucks is mine. And don’t you worry the only dick she fucks is mine. So if you thought that your lazy asses was for my girl- slow your roll. She ain’t for you.

You see I have been at the same job that I have hated for the last ten years and with my girl for the last five of those years. She finally agreed to marry me which is why you negroes ain’t for her. We aren’t expecting a baby. We want to wait until after we jump the broom. Old fashioned she is. We are going to have the traditional ceremony and jump the broom afterwards. And during the reception we decided to try something different: instead of the dances we decided to do a tribute to those who got married before us. And then we had dinner and then the party. It will be nice. You’ll see. Come on brothers, you know some of you is invited. The ones I Know that is. The rest well you read about it. I own a fortune 500 company. What? You think a negro ain’t got no money? Shaw. Get over yourselves.

Roll out sisters and brothers time to bring the country home.

Do you love me I got asked? Then I got asked would you have sex with me? Then I got asked will you marry me? And not just for a day but for the rest of my life? Meet me here at this address. And I will be waiting there for you. And then I got told, I’m tired of waiting. So you understand this is not a not going to happen thing. You and I are getting married. So you just need to make sure you are okay.

My eyes are red rimmed my nose is slightly red and my cheeks are rougey. For a black chick that’s pretty hard to do. Hehehe. Well, I’m sick as you know. Got a cough I can’t shake. But I got me a nice warm bed to go to. And the bed is lonely. By myself but its comfy and its mine. Not someone else’s. A little easier for me to go to sleep you know.

My fantasy is that I will end up where I want to be. My fantasy is that I will give up my aloneness to become whole with someone else. A chubby cheeked happy laughing individual that may have a miniature. Cuz I can’t have kids. So they got to have some. Or we adopt. Do you think that fantasy will happen? Nah. But we can dream right?

Here is my dream for my future wedding. I have two. The first is we elope, and then come back to plan a wedding/reception for the rest to see. So we are living together as man and wife or husband and wife; and growing more secure and settled. The second is we pick a date; arrange the wedding and have a small reception and then go home or a reception by invitation. You can all come to the wedding. Cake in reception hall for you.
Course this is a dream people.

See what you will
See what is true
See all there is
See nothing at all

See our mistakes
See our hopes
See our dreams
See our desires

Deny what was done
Deny what occurred
See a building fall
See one million dead

See a plane crash into a building
107 stories high

See people fall out
Falling from the sky

Imagine a plane full of people
Burning up in flames
Smell the scent of seared flesh
Smell the scent of gasoline

Imagine if you will
Two men in suits
One tall, one short
One light, one dark
Imagine them walking with
Briefcases in hand, towards
The building

See a flash of light
blindingly white
Smell the scent of fear
Smell the scent of anger

Imagine if you will another
Plane crashing into a building
Heating up the interior
See people falling to their deaths
Leaving nothing but skin pasted to
The sidewalk

Imagine one building falling
Like leggo blocks imploding
With the weight of buckled beams
See the frightened faces of
People fleeing the scene

Imagine one building looking from
Various offices
See what once was is no more
Imagine what occurred moments before;

8:00 a.m. boarding flight
8:30 am-flight attendant safety talk
8:45 am- take off
9:00 am- flight route change
9:20 am-Impact

Can you imagine what went through their minds
Last minute phone calls to loved ones
Remember the aftermath-the tears, the
Recriminations and the tributes

What about the missing?
Remember Vietnam-10,000 day war
Still so many missing
Some MIA, other KIA.

Fall of Saigon-America has lost the war.
Troops are pulling out.
Many are fleeing Saigon
Helios are pulling troops to safety
Many are left behind

Remember Korea-the Forgotten War
Just as many fought, just as many died
Remember the March on City Hall in New York:
Justice for Diallo “No Justice No Peace”
He is still awaiting his justice.

Remember the lies: Tawana Brawley…
What about the forgotten slaves in Mississippi
Not just blacks but Mexicans, Cubans.
Haitians, even Caucasians
No one’s fought for them.

What about the prisons?
Population booming
The new craze-Prisoner’s rights
Who fights for them?

See what is there

See what is truth

See what is real


I want to Thank God for allowing me to finish this. This is a project over a couple of years. Then I took a look at what I had written and decided that I had enough here to write a short novel of poetry. So I hope you read it- if you get angry that is good. – if you get happy or sad that is good as well. I hope that you pass it on to your friends as well and they enjoy it too.

About the Author: Yasmine Jameson also writes mystery novels. So be on the lookout for her mystery novel due out soon. Yasmine Jameson is writing under a pseudonym.

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I apologize for the lateness of this post. Short story: I had posted it or thought I posted it on Sept. 24, 2013. I had it all drafted and saved even hit the publish button. Checked my second screen and saw my mistakes weren’t there or there; corrected and then hit publish again. I checked on the 25th and no post. Waited until today figuring it was a blip from wordpress and I apparently must have erased the post. So please excuse without further ado here is her two interviews and I hope that you enjoy.

Interview Questions for Mind Over Psyche by Karina Fabian

1. In Mind Over Mind, you had a romance between Joshua and Sachiko. Will we see more of that in Mind Over Psyche?

No. It’s Deryl’s turn to fall in love, and it will be a very different experience from Joshua’s. For one, Tasmae is an alien. Kanaan mate for life and when they meet their soul mate, it’s usually a compulsion. They know, on a biological and telepathic level, that this is their soul mate, and they figure out the rest later. Of course, Deryl being human makes things a little confusing for both him and Tasmae. There’s more danger involved, as one or the other could drive each other insane in the literal sense. Kanaan bonding is more than joining hearts or bodies. They link minds. Readers of Mind Over Mind know that’s traumatic enough for Deryl even with limited human contact. What’s worse, however, is that Tasmae is under the psychic influence of her ancestor’s memories—her ancestor who had gone mad. Add to that the fact that some of the Kanaan close to Tasmae see Deryl as a threat, not an oracle, and you can understand why Joshua is really worries about Deryl and Tasmae ever having the chance to be alone together.

2. Joshua practices a form of psychiatry called neuro linguistic programming. He used it extensively in Mind Over Mind. Will he use it in Mind Over Psyche?

Some, but it really doesn’t work with aliens. He will, however, save a child’s life with it, and will use some techniques to help Deryl and Tasmae out of danger. This book, he also gets to exercise his musical talents.

3. What is your favorite scene?

Tasmae is deeply under the influence of her ancestor’s memories and the pain and confusion have made her violent. They’re causing Deryl pain a well, and he begs Joshua to help her. He’s a psychiatric prodigy, right? Never mind that he’s 19, an intern, has no drugs or orderlies as backup and oh, yeah, is dealing with aliens. I loved imagining what Joshua, Deryl, and especially Tasmae were thinking and doing. Crazy can be a lot of fun…when it’s not real.

4. What’s the challenge about writing about a psychic people?

They don’t communicate just in words, but also images, emotions, and simple knowing. For example, why have a name for a person when you can pass on the knowledge of who that person is? Ditto for places. However, to reach a reader, I have to use words. No one wants to read “the captain of the Kanaan guard” ten times a page, so some characters needed names, and I needed a reason for them to have one. In the end, humans and the Barin (who also have verbal language) name certain things. This will be fun in Mind Over All, because Joshua will joking name a young boy who clings to him, “Axel,” and it sticks, to Sachiko’s ire.

Also, with no written language, there needs to be a way to preserve history. This is vital in Mind Over Psyche, as memories are stored in psychic plants. You experience things as the person experienced them—no sanitizing, no skimming, no skipping the yucky parts (unless the plant allows it.)

5. Tell us about the everyn. They’re more than just small dragons, right?

Oh, yes. The everyn are part of the sentient animals species called Bondfriends. They have a symbiotic psychic relationship with certain Kanaan (also called Bondfriends). Without this psychic bonding, an everyn reverts to a fully animal state, while a Kanaan will ignore their physical state until they die before they reach puberty. Bondfriends life separate from “regular” Kanaan, who don’t’ really understand their psychic relationship. Also, because they are an animal/person mind, so to speak, they are a bit wilder than the Kanaan.

Personal Interview

1. What is your definition of success?

Fulfilling your worth as a human being. For me, that means raising my children to be responsible adults, supporting my husband in his career, keeping a good home, and writing books that give people a few hours of escapist fun and/or help them in some way.

2. If you could have one power what would it be, and what would you do with it?

One of two: The ability to focus more fully, because I’m way too easily distracted; or the ability to separate myself into different parts, do several things at once, then reintegrate. I’d love to be able to clean house and walk the dog while writing my novels!

3. As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? How has that childhood dream affected your career?

I wanted to be a lot of things–astronaut, nun, scientist, writer. As a writer, I get to imagine myself as all of them and more!

4. This is a year of changes for you. What’s happening?

In the past 12 months, Aug 2012-Aug 2013, we lost our beloved dog to cancer, then adopted two others. My husband was deployed to Iraq and came home just in time for our daughter’s high school graduation. Our oldest didn’t do so well his first year of college and is enlisting in the Air Force. Our thirdborn went to Spain to volunteer at an English immersion camp, and Rob and I took the opportunity to fulfill a dream with an Eastern Mediterranean cruise. Our youngest turned 13, so we have four teens in the house.

Rob retired Aug 22, and (as of the time of this writing) is searching for a job in the civilian world, preferably in manned space operations. In September, we moved our daughter and her dog to college. At the time of this writing, I’m not sure if my son will have gone to basic training yet or decided to go back to college, but either way, we’ll be down to two boys in the house. So everything has changed from career to home to family, even pets. As for my writing, I have taken on some nonfiction writing jobs and am exploring some new avenues for my fiction. My hope is to have a more stable writing career, though I anticipate that might be a 2014 goal.

5. What do you do when you’re not writing/editing or thinking about writing/editing?

I play Munchkin or D&D with Rob and the kids, clean house, watch TV, or endure circuit torture—I mean, go to circuit training. I joined a gym in January because I was tired of being the general shape and consistency of Jello pudding in a human bag. It’s also great for blog fodder, although not nearly as torturous as the first month. You can catch my adventures with the treadmill and Ryion, Trainer of the Pudding Bags, Wednesdays at

6. What’s the best purchase you almost didn’t make?

I have an Eyeore pillow I bought in Disneyworld. I debated a long time about it because they’re expensive, and what does a grown woman need with a stuffed toy? I finally bought it because Rob was deploying to Iraq. I wanted something to cuddle (and perhaps cry on) while he was gone. I love that pillow. I slept with my arms around it every night Rob was gone and still do now that he’s home because it helps my back. It’s awesome for airplane flights, more versatile than a nect pillow. My daughter swiped it from me when she had a stomach ache and hugged it from Florida to Salt Lake. I took it to Europe with me. He folds with a Velcro fastener, so he’s easy to carry and despite a year of hard wear, he’s still soft.

7. What’s the best decision you ever made?

Marrying Rob Fabian. He’s perfect for me, personality wise, the right combination of easy going and authoritative. He’s got an incredible mind, able to understand details and fit them into a larger picture. As such, he’s invaluable to me as a writer, because I can always come to him for help with a detail or plot issue in a story. He spoils me and makes me enjoy life—like the cruise in Europe we just took. I would never have done this. (I just spend the year he was gone paying off the credit card bill.) However, the memories and joy we shared is well worth the hassle of paying off the cards again. He’s a good looking man with a strong gentle voice, which is always a bonus. Finally, he’s given me four wonderful kids. I can’t imagine life without him, but I think it could not be so contented.

8. What’s the most important word to you?

It’s not the popular choice, but it’s “no.” Too often, we think of this only in terms of denying ourselves or others of what we want, but it can also free us for what we want. For example, I have lost about 25 pounds this year, in part because I said “no” to soda and desserts. I am stronger because I said “no” to skipping workouts, even when it meant losing writing time or spending the day more sore than ever. I paid off our credit card bill (temporarily) by saying “no” to whim purchases and idle shopping—and fast food, which helped my figure as well. I write more when I say “no” to distractions like Facebook.

“No,” then, allows me to say “yes” to better things: a nicer figure and clothes that fit, a European dream cruise, a novel.

9. Are you a list maker?

Yes! I make lists all the time. Then I lose them, make new ones, find the old ones, and combine them into new lists. Right now, I have a general To-Do list, a list of blogs I need to write, a list of things to fix to put our home for sale, a list of writing tasks and goals, a list of things my kids need, a list for marketing my books, a daily list…and, of course, this list of lists!

10. You went to Europe—that’s a lot of time in a cramped plane. Do you enjoy flying?

I love planes. I love the power of airplanes. The smell of jet fuel fills me with excitement and anticipation of new adventures. I love the roar of the engines—in fact, it’s one thing I’ve loved about living on or near Air Force bases. I also love flying. I get to sit for hours with nothing I have to do and others taking care of me, yet I’m still doing something—traveling to a new destination. I get a lot of writing and reading done. Sometimes, I talk to fellow passengers and meet interesting people that way.


I do apologize for the lateness. If you are interested in purchasing the novels please check back and I will have posted the isbn numbers for you along with a link I believe to buy.

Thank you Karina Fabian for this opportunity and please accept my apologies for the lateness of the post. I waited to see if it would post again but no. It apparently got completely erased somehow. Check back for a book review on this the second novel and enjoy your Octoberween 2013.


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