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The Mysterious Guidestones 0

By Debbie Herbert

On the hunt for woo-woo:

 

Georgia Guidestones

DH and I went on a little trip to Elberton, Georgia to visit what’s billed as an American Stonehenge which features granite megaliths. The huge slabs are etched with a set of ten principles and the original owner, or owners, are unknown.  No one knows why this was erected and why it’s located in a rural north Georgia field.
When people told us it was out in a field in the middle of nowhere, they weren’t exaggerating.  Our GPS wasn’t picking up satellite feed and I thought we’d never find it.  There are no road signs marking the monument location and entry to it is on a dirt road. We arrived mid-morning and the only other person there was an elderly man in a pickup truck.  My husband spoke to him and asked if he knew anything about the stones.  He didn’t.  My husband – who heard it theorized the owner was a Rosicrucianist – then asked him if he was Rosicrucian.  The man crinkled his face and asked if ‘Rosicrucian’ was a type of truck, because the only trucks he ever bought were Fords.

No enlightenment there.  While we explored the guidestone, I was always aware of the old man as he sat in his truck and watched us the whole time.  Perhaps a secret protector of the stones?  Yes, my fanciful writer’s mind asks lots of ‘what if’ questions to churn up possible story ideas.

We read information carved on a separate stone structure off to the side of the monument.  The guidestone was built in 1980 and its owner is unknown.  The structure consists of six granite slabs, and is just over nineteen-feet tall.  As you can see from the picture, there is a center slab surrounded by four others and topped by a capstone.  The structure is built to be astronomically correct.  On each of the four outer slabs is a set of ten guidelines, etched in English, Spanish, Swahili, Hindi, Hebrew, Arabic, Chinese and Russian. The top capstone has inscriptions in Babylonian, Classical Greek, Sanskrit and Egyptian hieroglyphs.

The principles it espouses are mostly universal – with the huge exception of number one.  My husband has heard rumors that the original owner or owners believed a catastrophic event would befall earth and reduce the world’s population to under half a million.

1.      Maintain humanity under 500,000,000 in perpetual balance with nature.
2.      Guide reproduction wisely — improving fitness and diversity.
3.      Unite humanity with a living new language.
4.      Rule passion — faith — tradition — and all things with tempered reason.
5.      Protect people and nations with fair laws and just courts.
6.      Let all nations rule internally resolving external disputes in a world court.
7.      Avoid petty laws and useless officials.
8.      Balance personal rights with social duties.
9.      Prize truth — beauty — love — seeking harmony with the infinite.
10.    Be not a cancer on the earth — Leave room for nature — Leave room for nature.

My favorite principle is number nine, while my husband’s is number seven.

Prize truth — beauty — love — seeking harmony with the infinite.

After about twenty minutes of arriving, a group of motorcyclists dropped by and we chit-chatted a bit before taking our leave.  I have no idea how many visitors the guidestone gets; perhaps nobody does – with the possible exception of the old truck driver.

Sadly, I have to report that neither of us felt a single woo-woo vibe.  Not even a tiny tingle as we ran fingers over the inscribed words.  Still, it was a fun trip and if you are ever in the area check it out.

Have you ever visited a place where you felt a special connection to history or the earth?

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Meanwhile, this week in San Antonio… 5

This week romance writers from around the country— actually, from around the world!— will be converging on San Antonio, Texas, for the annual Romance Writers of America Conference.
I, however, will be sitting in my humble abode in Louisiana, whimpering with jealousy when I hear about the great workshops, fabulous parties (Harlequin’s party for its authors is always a blast!), and inspiring speeches. I chose not to go to the national conference this year for a variety of reasons.
1) To save money. While as a business trip, it would be tax deductible for me, I’d still be laying out a chunk of change to go. I was trying to be frugal.
2) A lot of what I hear at conference tends to be the same old, same old. Refreshers on the business of writing, craft tips and marketing are great, but I don’t really need to be reminded every year, right?
3) I’m writing. Preparing for conference, time away for the event, and the rest and unpacking afterward takes a significant chunk out of a gal’s writing time, not to mention the interruption to the thought process.
4) I’m an idiot.

What was I thinking skipping conference this year? I love the parties, love seeing my writing buddies, love getting fresh ideas and hearing the latest business buzz.

Louisiana gals at the Harlequin party

Louisiana gals at the Harlequin party

The market is constantly changing, faster every day it seems. Amazon continues to jockey for market share with new programs and print publishers shift to accommodate the trends. Harlequin, my publisher, was bought by HarperCollins earlier this year. Samhain Publishing (another of my publishers) has made significant staff changes and refocused its program. Change is in the air and I’m not in Texas to hear about the new directions first-hand.

Having fun at last year's Harlequin party with Loreth Anne White

Having fun at last year’s Harlequin party with Loreth Anne White

My sister got to come by last year's RWA booksigning and met the one and only Kristin Higgins

My sister got to come by last year’s RWA booksigning and met the one and only Kristin Higgins

RWA conference is just about my only chance every year to see many of my dear writer friends, people who GET IT—what it is like to conceive, labor through and deliver books, people who share my neuroses, understand my worry over sell-through, ask the same questions about marketing, have the same hangups about big crowds and lots of noise.
RWA conference is just about my only chance to see fun places my couch-sitting, why-do-we-need-to-travel? husband won’t take me. I’m missing the Riverwalk and the Alamo!
I’m missing late-night plotting sessions and pajama parties, gallons of coffee to wake up the morning after the Harlequin party, free books, rubber chicken at lunch and decadent desserts at the Kiss of Death party, sharing an elevator with Susan Elizabeth Phillips or Lisa Gardner…or BOTH, precious face-time with my editor, the glamour and emotion of the Golden Heart and Rita awards ceremony.

Holy miscalculations Batman! I’m missing RWA conference! WHAT WAS I THINKING!?
So if you are at RWA this week, have a glass of bubbly and chocolate cake for me, dance a dance at the Harlequin soiree, and report back with all the juicy gossip and industry news. Please?
Sob.

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Review: If I Stay by Tamara Morgan 1

If I Stay by Tamara Morgan
Series:  Montgomery Manor #1
ASIN:  B00I15YGG0
Published: May 12, 2014

Ryan Lucas would rather be anywhere but Ransom Creek, Connecticut. After losing his high-adrenaline career as a Hollywood stunt driver, he’s had to tuck his tail between his legs and take up employment as a chauffeur for the Montgomerys, a wealthy hotelier family.

Amy Sanders has returned home to Ransom Creek to take over her mother’s former position as nanny to the Montgomerys—bringing her close to dashing Jake Montgomery once again. She grew up with a major crush on Jake, and it’s not easy to leave those feelings behind, even though her friendship with the hard-edged family chauffeur, Ryan, has a sizzling undercurrent of undeniable attraction.

Amy’s determined to prove to Ryan that life at Montgomery Manor isn’t all bad, but each time they draw closer Jake swoops in. Amy is torn between two men—and two worlds. And Ryan is rapidly coming to learn that if he wants to make Amy his, he’ll have to prove to her that life downstairs can be everything they both want.

**Hotness Rating 3 out of 5**

If I Stay the first book of the Montgomery Manor series by Tamara Morgan is a must-read. The witty conversation and writing alone makes this book fabulous. Throw in the truly likable characters and the story itself and you have a hit.

Ryan Lucas feels like he’s lost his chance for the only career he’s ever wanted or loved. Hoping things will die down and he’ll get a second chance he decides to lay low for awhile. What better way to stay off the radar than to move to Connecticut and take a job as mechanic/chauffeur for the mega-rich Montgomery family. He hates every second of it, but he’ll do whatever it takes to get another chance to stunt drive, again. All he has to do is keep a professional distance and serve his time. It would do no good to make any attachments when he plans on leaving. The beautiful nanny is making it so hard to keep his plans, though. 

Amy Sanders has given up her dream life of being a ballerina, okay so maybe it wasn’t her dream, but it was someone’s. She is really happy taking care of the next generation of the Montgomery children just as her mother did before her. It doesn’t hurt that the mechanic is easy on the eyes and presents quite the challenge. 

Amy was such a cutie. I found myself wishing she were my friend. I loved the way her mind worked and the funny things that came out of her mouth. How could Ryan resist? The poor guy didn’t stand a chance. The supporting characters just added to this rag-tag group and I can’t wait to read more about all of them.

I give If I Stay 4.5 Flaming Hearts

4.5 Hearts

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This Could Be Bad 7

I am writing this on my phone since apparently my computer has died.  I’m not panicked just yet.  I’m hoping the hard drive is salvageable but until my son gets up I won’t know.  Of course this happens right after I’ve downloaded photos and have to pay bills!

Whatever the outcome I know I will be without a computer for awhile.  I don’t have disposable income where I can afford to replace it easily.  Plus the pool pump seems to be non-functioning or there is a clog in the line but either way it has priority.  The mosquito abatement folks will be pounding on my door soon if I don’t get it fixed!

Of course one of my biggest concerns is my stories.  I’m pretty sure I have them all in my laptop also and possibly on a flash drive but I’m not sure the last chapter or so made the transition from the PC or not.  And now I have no way of knowing since the laptop is at the ranch. ..

As writers I know that the death of a computer is like a death knell and practically worse than a physical death.  Losing all of one’s hard work is enough to send one over the edge! Like I said,  I’m not panicking just yet- I’m going for a Zen state here-but I’m sure if my son says it’s fried I’m going to be pretty devastated.  So I’m trying to stay positive.

How have you dealt with sudden catastrophe?  Maybe bit just with a computer.  Maybe your car suddenly took a dunno when you had an important meeting.  Maybe you forgot a deadline.  What gets you through the craziness?

Myself,  I’m having a cup of coffee watching Bailey the Chihuahua pup playing in the living room.  She’s finally big enough for me to turn loose in the house to play but only while supervised.  Still afraid I’ll lose her under a couch!

Hopefully by the next time I post I will be up and running on my computer. I apologize ahead of time if there are errors in this post – auto correct is my sworn enemy! Have a great weekend!

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Filling the Time Allowed 8

By Laura Drake

Why, oh why? I know better. I really do. You know, when you’re righteously smug about the fact that others do such and such, but YOU would never . . .

I know that’s waving red flag in front of the universe.

See, I’ve always been proud of how much I can accomplish.

You want something done? Ask a busy woman.

The impossible just takes a little longer.

Press on regardless…

I’ve got a million stupid, irritating, ignorant slogans.

photo credit: Brett Jordan via photopin cc

photo credit: Brett Jordan via photopin cc

My multi-published author friends told me that when I retired that I wouldn’t get any more words in a day than I did when I worked full time. I laughed (behind my hand). Oh sure, they wouldn’t get more done. But I loved to write. If I got 500 words written every day in two hours before, I’d be writing 6 books a year, now! Visions of multiple book contracts with multiple publishers danced in my dreams.

After all, it should be easy. Especially since we’re home bodies and I have no life. No, really. Alpha Dog is the lowest maintenance guy on the planet – leave him to his 1950’s Westerns, toss him a sandwich at mealtime, and he’s happy as a pig in mud. Okay, not a flattering analogy, but you know what I mean.

Well, fast forward 18 months. I knew this deadline was coming. Of course I did. I just forgot the proposal that’s due in two weeks. And that RWA National is next week, and the kids are coming for a visit.

And you know the really maddening part? I can’t tell you what I did with all that time. Mostly I was sitting at the computer, and my Bejeweled scores have shot up, but . . . I don’t have much to show for all that time!

Now I’m staring at the headlight, bearing down on me.

And I really did know better than to gloat. I really did.

 

Cover SweetonYouLaura’s August 26th release is a Romantic Times TOP PICK! Click on the photo to purchase. Here’s the review:

RT August 2014  -  4 ½ Stars TOP PICK!

Drake does it again, with a terrific contemporary western. She takes this time-honored format and injects such fully formed characters and realistic scenarios that you might think it is nonfiction dealing with everything from PTSD to the aging athlete, all while giving us a wonderful romance. Just top notch. While this is part of a series, the Sweet on a Cowboy books are completely independent of each other.

SUMMARY: Army medic Katya Smith is unable to get past the experience of losing a fellow soldier. She can’t go back to her unit until she can keep from melting down, so she takes a job as a medic for the pro bull riding circuit in an effort to recover her mojo. She doesn’t expect to become attached to the sport or the riders, especially the king rider of them all, Cam Cahill. Cam is a two-time world champion, but those years have taken a toll. It is time to retire, but he can’t imagine himself off the circuit. Katya does wonderful things for his body, but he is not certain he is ready for the things she does for his heart. She has made it plain this is a temp job, but if he could get her to stay, he can see a whole new future.

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That’s not country, is it?

That’s not country, is it? 9

On Sunday, I’m going to a Tim McGraw concert in Toronto. It will be the very first concert I’ve ever attended. (Does that sounds pathetic, considering I’m in my 50s.) When it comes to music, I have…shall we say eclectic tastes. If you looked at my playlists and my genres on my iTunes account, you’d probably blink and think  “that woman is all over the place in what she likes.” I love classical musical. I grew up in a house with opera and symphonies playing in the background. Handel was, and still is my favorite. Beethoven (the 6th and 9th symphonies), Bach (especially the Brandenburg Concerts), Grieg’s Pier Gynt symphonies… But I also loved Black Sabbath and Deep Purple, and John Denver and Johnny Cash. The Beatles, U2, and KT Tunstall. Loreena McKennitt, Brandi Carlisle, Jann Arden, Diana Krall. And a ton of soundtracks.  Eclectic, I tell you.

While I grew up in an area where all the local radio played was country (this was back in the days of the “old country”, the twangy styles), I didn’t particularly care for it. Enter Shania Twain and gradually my tastes broadened. Especially once I started writing westerns and created playlists to keep me in the country frame of mind. Tim was one of the first ones I added. Garth, Blake, Brad, Lonestar, Lady Antebellum…and gradually my lists grew and grew. (Want to hear some of the songs I listened to while writing No Accounting for Cowboys?)

My husband on the other hand is a pure 60s, 70s, and a few 80s, rock band fan. Especially if it had a drum solo in it that he could drum too. No, he doesn’t own a set of drums anymore, but they’re not needed. He’ll drum with his fingers on whatever surface is available. . So when I said I wanted to see Tim McGraw when he was in town, he agreed but not without a little nose wrinkling. I definitely got the impression it was an ultimate sacrifice on his part. But being the good hubby he is, he asked me to play some of Tim’s songs, and as I hit play on each one, he’d blink, and have to admit. “Oh, I have that on my playlist.”  So I started playing him Garth. Taylor. Florida Georgia Line. Rascall Flatts. Garth. Blake…I still don’t think he’ll admit aloud to being a country fan, but he is.

So on Sunday, we’re taking the train into Toronto to see Tim live and in person. We’ll be braving the Honda Indy crowds (yup, it’s race week in Toronto this weekend, and naturally they’ve closed off the roads that we’d need to use to get to Tim’s concert), and to kill time during the day, we’ve booked a cruise on a 165′ three-masted gaff-rigged schooner called Kajama that will sail us around the Toronto harbor. Then we head to the concert, and from there to a hotel room. Woot, I’ll actually get to stretch out all night and not have to share half the bed with the dog.  Oh, and of course, the weatherman is calling for rain. I don’t care. I’m going to enjoy myself. And the seats at the concert are in a covered area. How much coverage from rain it’ll offer us, I have no idea.

But I’ll bet hubby will be humming or mouthing some of Tim’s songs…and hoping I don’t notice.  If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to convince him to get me tickets to the upcoming Boots and Hearts concert up by my old home — and he’ll realize he also likes Blake Shelton, Toby Keith, Luke Bryan, Lee Brice and the rest of the gang.

Any advice of what to do (or not do) at a concert? Have you ever been to one? Who was your favorite? Or who would you like to see?

Oh, and maybe my eclectic tastes in music can be explained because mixed into all those classical songs my mother used to play, she’d also play this one (listen past the first section, please…it’s Spike Milligan and Peter Sellers and Harry Seacombe. They were three nutty guys, believe me. And yes, I used to be able to sing along to it as my mother’s old 78 record spun around on the turntable.)

 

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Childhood Memories Forty Years On 14

IMG_0410In my part of the world, it’s currently winter and the only ‘color’ in the garden are the white snow drops. It’s been cold, we’ve had a lot of storms and the mountains are dripping in snow so we headed north for the sun…Yes, North! Everything is different down here :-)

This year we went to Papua New Guinea. I spent four years in PNG when I was a child; from age 4-7. I started school there and I have some very strong memories like standing under the huge Banyan trees watching the ladies in the telephone exchange manually connecting calls while the fruit bats wielded overhead.  I was keen to go back and see how things had changed after PNG gaining Independence. I was in for a surprise but not quite in the way I imagined.

This photo was taken when I was five and my older sister was nine and in the garden of our house. I adored the frangipani IMG_1451trees and still do to this day. Whenever I am in a tropical place…Bali, Fiji, Hawaii, PNG, you will find me with a fragrant frangipani flower behind my ear. There was also a lagoon behind the houseand yes, I fell in once. I SO remember that. To this day, I hate mud between my toes. I launched out of that muddy hell-hole so fast, which was fortunate because a week later, a baby crocodile was pulled out of it!

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PNG is very poor and as a result not a lot has changed in Madang. Many of the old houses the ex-pats lived in are still standing,  including my house! The PNG National who now owns it with his family allowed me to stand inside the gate and take a photo which was very generous of him. He was confused as to why this white face was peering through the locked gate! Today, inside of the car-port, they have a traditional Haus-Win, the lovely sago-palm leaf roofed building that catches the breezes. The two families who own the house, gather there.

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My father worked for Shell Oil but I went to school with a lot of children of missionaries. There are still a lot of missionaries in PNG. On our plane alone there was a nun seated in front of me and I was sitting next to a US Wesleyan pastor and a few seats back a New Zealand missionary couple. I used to be jealous of the missionary kids who came by boat to school each day from the islands in the Madang harbour and got to ride in a troopie. All I got to do was walk to school!  I was invited to Krangket Island with my school friend and my son and I found the small church on the island when we went sailing this trip.

My kindergarten classroom was built new the year I started, however the louvre windows and doors never arrived from Australia…it took until the following year…so I have very strong memories of rain coming in now and then and often in the mronings having to mop the concrete floors. I also remember when the new school logo was launched and today, the logo is still the same! I remember our school concert and the time the teacher chalk drew the Easter Bunny’s big feet on the concrete floor!

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Me outside my classroom telling Boy Wonder about the fact the window were not there. 40 years ago it wasn’t this brightly painted either!

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Most PNG kids still live in villages without power and attend dirt-floor schools. We visited one and the classes are taught in English and the curriculum is very similar to Australia’s, although you don’t get to read about ‘Bride Price’ or ‘Sing Sing’ on the kid’s reports on food.

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The Lutheran Church I attended Sunday School is still there as well as the only book shop in town where I still have books that were birthday gifts. There was no TV in PNG when I was there and I learned to read there and learned that books are great entertainment. A lot of the books came from the USA, so I read Dr. Suess, SUMMER and WINTER and Robert the Rose Horse. Oh how I loved those stories. I was very disapointed that there were no fireflies in PNG or Australia! When I lived in Wisconsin, my US mates used to wonder why I got so excited about fire flies and why I wanted to put them in jam jars ;-)

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When I was a kid, every afternoon after school we would walk down to the hotel and swim in the huge saltwater pool. Guess what? It’s still there! In fact the old hotel is now the very lovely, Madang Resort, where we stayed for 8 nights. I got to swim in the pool and tell the boys how I terrified my mother by jumping off the top diving board. Of course, back in the day, there was no pool fence or buildings near the pool.  It was surrunded by green grass. Once, we turned up to swim to find the pool closed because two dolphins were swimming in it. They were waiting for their flight to SeaWorld in Australia!

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A special on-effect of this trip was showing the photos to my parents and having their memories jogged and new stories shared. It turns out that the island with the sandy beach we visited for snorkelling (above right), we used to sail out to for picnics. My husband and sons were very good, happy to listen to me rattle on with my stories. Mind you, they were in a lovely resort having a good winter-break so it was win-win really!  We sailed, sea-kyacked, snorkeled  and The Lad went diving. I also got a LOT of reading done 

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If you’re interested in village photos, hand made pottery, market pictures and wildlife, I have them up on my Facebook page.

Do you have any strong childhood memories around the age of 4-7? I’d love to hear them!

Book News! Fiona Lowe’s Weddings is out in the USA and Australia…an anthology of 4 of my previously-published novels. For US readers, Picture Perfect Wedding is out in paperback in August and availabe from Harlequin.

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Banging the Rust Off Your Tin Roof 17

Last week hubby and I were watching a funny skit on Saturday Night Live that really made me laugh because I saw myself so in it so plainly.  the couple was getting a divorce and they were meeting with their lawyers.  They would be going at it hard, at each others’ throats, when a song would start playing and they both would immediately start to dance.  Nothing could stop them from dancing during that song even though they were in a public place and should have been far from a dancing attitude.

But it got me to thinking how there are certain songs that, when I hear them, I have to move–no matter that I might be in a public place.  It’s like when I hear them I HAVE to dance.

The one that causes the strongest compulsion is “Love Shack” by the B-52′s (hence, my allusion in the title).  That song hits every nerve in my system–in a good way.  Even buckled into my seat belt in the car, I can manage to get in a fairly decent five-minute workout from the waist up only, of course,  if I’m the one driving.

Second would be “It’s Raining Men” by The Weather Girls.  At the annual Harlequin bash on Friday night during the Romance Writers of America National Conference (which is coming up in San Antonio next week!), it’s always one of the first songs the DJ plays and it draws every woman in the place onto the floor–quite an amazing sight!  Any time I hear that song, it takes me back to those fun galas, and, no matter where I am, in my mind I’m back on the dance floor with 300 of my author sisters!

Third would have to be “Footloose” (the Kenny Loggins version).  For that song alone, we had had the soundtrack to the first movie in vinyl, 8-track, cassette, and CD.  It’s one of the best dance songs ever, and when it’s playing, I’m on the floor with Kevin Bacon with no degrees of separation!

There are others, of course, but none that grab me as hard as these three.  So, am I weird? (Well, yes of course, I am.  I’m a writer).  Or are you like me?  C’mon—confession is good for the soul.  What is THE song that turns you into Jennifer Beals in Flashdance?

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Review: Perfectly Broken by Prescott Lane 6

Perfectly Broken by Prescott Lane
ASIN:  B00IQYYYJ0
Pbulished:  March 1, 2014

Even after years of trauma therapy, Peyton still believes she’s broken. She has little desire to date or show off her natural beauty, content simply to hang out with her best friends and run her pie shop in New Orleans. But her world turns upside-down when a handsome architect and self-confessed player shows up in her shop and thinks she’s perfect, much more than the usual hook-up. While Peyton does her best to resist his charms, believing she could never be enough for him, she can’t deny the obvious heat between them. With Reed determined to have her, Peyton must decide whether to continue to hide behind her apron and baggy clothes or take a chance and share her scars with Reed, a man with a playboy reputation and scars of his own — a dark past he can’t possibly share with Peyton, not after learning the horrors she’s endured. But if they can find a way to trust each other, and themselves, they just might be able to heal, to save each other, to live perfectly broken together.

**Hotness Rating 3 out of 5**

She did it! Prescott Lane has made me a fan of the new adult genre and I swore it couldn’t happen. Perfectly Broken will tug at your heart, bring tears to your eyes, a sigh to your lips and a sweet, sweet feeling in the pit of your stomach. It’s not all rainbows and butterflies, however. There is trauma, pain, and heartache – it wouldn’t be New Adult if there wasn’t. But, the way the characters deal with the trauma and one another is what made me fall in love with this book.

Peyton suffered terribly at the hands of a stranger in college. It changed her life forever and she believes she can never be whole, again. Even with the help of her therapist (an awesome therapist, by the way) Peyton has her doubts that she’ll ever have any kind of “normal” romantic life. Reed makes her want to try and she’s not sure how to deal with that. He’s known for his womanizing ways and it scares her that the first man that’s made her feel anything could end up breaking her very fragile heart.

Reed hates his father and the way he has treated his family. His extracurricular activities have been exposed and caused the family terrible embarrassment. Yet, it hasn’t stopped him from treating women like a human buffet that he helps himself to often. Granted there’s a difference. Reed doesn’t promise forever – he doesn’t even allow an overnight stay and he doesn’t have a wife at home waiting for him. These women go into it knowing the score. Knowing that Reed doesn’t believe in relationships and he’s never felt a bit of remorse for this. And then he meets the beautiful, enigmatic Peyton. He’s never met a girl that he wants to date. Of course, he wants to get her in bed, but he’s willing to wait as long as she needs for this to happen. He just enjoys spending time with her, seeing her, talking to her. For the first time, he regrets and is embarrassed by his past and just prays that it doesn’t ruin the one thing he knows he can’t live without.

The characters in this story ran the spectrum. You have the crazy best friend that is there for you through it all, the fraternity brother that knows you at your worst and has probably joined in, the wonderful doting family members, the embarrassing, hated family member, and the protagonist that makes you want to scream. I loved Peyton’s grandma and Reed’s mom. Every girl or boy should have that kind of love and support. Quinn and Brett were so funny and protective. I loved them both and enjoyed reading a bit about their relationship, as well. Griffin made me want to strangle him on a regular basis and this was hard because I really think deep down he had a big heart he just hid it under an asshole exterior.

I seriously recommend this book to anyone and everyone. Ms. Lane please write more stories like this. I loved it so much!

I give Perfectly Broken 4.5 Flaming Hearts
4.5 Hearts

 

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CHAOS 6

I have a million things to do. The pump to the pool needs to be torn down and cleaned and reassembled because it’s not doing its job and my pool is quickly turning into something I would expect the Creature from the Black Lagoon to come crawling out of any minute now. My house looks like an episode of Hoarders and we won’t even talk about the garage! We USED to be able to park a car in there like most normal people–now I am lucky if I can find a place to park a scooter!

My daughter is running into the house at 747 am trying to throw on clothes and fly to work at 8 am after spending the night hanging out with friends. My other daughter is still sleeping after she and I spent a late night out at the county fair. I found out Wynonna Judd was going to be there and I just had to go! I had plans of getting everyone together to clean the house today and go through the piles of clothes and stuff laying about but I got a phone call a few minutes ago and now I am dressed and getting ready to head into work myself, since I told them yesterday “Well, if you REALLY need me…”

And to top it all off, one of my dogs just had puppies yesterday afternoon right about the time I was getting off work. We didn’t even realize she was pregnant and my son calls as I’m getting off my last bus of the day to tell me she has a pup. Good Lord! So I rushed home in time to watch her deliver two more healthy pups, cleaned her up and got her comfy in a box in the closet. Thank goodness she is a MUCH better mama than her own mother was (hmm, seems to be that way with some humans I know too!) and I was able to leave for the concert at the fair with a clear conscience and no worries.

But really. What am I doing going to work when my house is in a total state of CHAOS? Because it will be all overtime and I need the money since Baby Girl’s 21st birthday cost me a little more than I planned and we also have that whole Vegas trip planned for October that I also need to pay for…

In my case, CHAOS stands for more than just crazy and total upheaval. CHAOS is also an acronym for Can’t Have Anyone Over Syndrome. It’s the state of being that your house gets into when you look around it and realize you don’t want anyone walking into it and seeing how you live! Everyone has different levels of tolerance for a messy house. I’m sure for some a few dust bunnies and socks on the floor constitutes a major melt down, but for me those dust bunnies have taken on lives of their own and have families that aren’t just trying to live under the dressers any more. With several dogs living in the house the dog hair alone becomes a monumental problem and trying to keep up with the hair at this time of year when they are all shedding becomes a daily task of Herculean proportions. One that apparently neither of my daughters is able to conquer or even attempt from the looks of my floors this morning! And dusting? Hah! Don’t even get me started!

So what does it take for you to have CHAOS in your home? Are you a tidy person or can you deal with a little dirt and clutter and still be comfortable? I know that when many writers are on deadline everything else gets put on hold while they frantically finish up those last edits and send them off to their editors. Do you have any great ways of maybe keeping up the house AND getting the rest of your life in order? I could use a few pointers here folks!

O look at the time–gotta go!  Please post some tried and true cleaning tips! I need all the help I can get! You know, if I work one more day a week I might be able to afford that maid….

PS–here’s a picture of mama and pups… Oh and one of Miss Wynonna Judd, because she is amazing a beautiful!084047Have a great weekend!

 

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