Hop Against Homophobia - A Confession

I have a confession to make. I used to be homophobic. Shocker, isn’t it? Well, it’s true. Kind of.

Due to my upbringing, I never once considered homosexual relationships, not even as a hypothetical fact. In my mind, they didn’t exist. Marriages and love could only happen between a man and a woman.

And then I left my small town and went to university. I met a lot of wonderful people and read some very interesting books. At first, it was all in good fun, but then it got me thinking. Why should love be restricted by gender, or anything else for that matter? It is the most beautiful thing in the world, and shouldn’t be shadowed by prejudice in any shape or form.

Looking back, it’s hard to believe I’m the same person I was during my high school years. But that’s normal, and I feel that I’ve grown a lot since those days. I am proud that I’ve gained new understanding.

And this brings me to my point. What is the root cause of homophobia? Partially, at least, it must be people who do not understand, who do not ask themselves questions, who blind themselves to new experiences. In my country, strong traditions keep many from arguing in favor of modernity, leaving them completely lost in their old ways, in their prejudice. Unfortunately, I have loved ones in this situation, and I cannot say I blame them for it. We have agreed to disagree, because at this point, I know I don’t have a chance in changing their minds.

This is why it is important for the young generation to grow in a different spirit. They should learn, like I did, that, as a good friend of mine says, love is love is love. There are no boundaries, other than the ones you set for yourself. As long as you and your chosen partner (or partners) care for each other and are consenting adults, no one should mind or should throw stones.

On this note, I’m going to share a small story with you. A few years back, while strolling in the city center with my best friend, we noticed two young men walking in front of us. They weren’t holding hands or anything like that, but I saw the closeness, I saw how they were trying to reach for each other without being obvious. Their affection was a beautiful thing, but I want them to be able to truly touch and kiss one day, without fearing public scorn.

I was very happy when I noticed how many authors, publishers, reviewers etc. enlisted in this blog hop. The task we have isn’t easy, and knowing that a lot of people out there are fighting for it encourages me, makes me think that one day, things will be better, for those young men and for all the other gay and lesbian couples out there.

Thank you for reading through my ramble. Comment to this post for the chance to win Deadly Mates 1. Moon’s Sweet Poison and Spirit Wolves 1. A Mate Beyond Their Reach. The blog hop lasts until the 20th, at which point a winner will be randomly drawn out of those who comment. Don't forget to leave your email address so I can contact you.

Also, find more authors, reviewers and publishers participating in this campaign here: http://hopagainsthomophobia.blogspot.com/

Look around, read through their experiences and don't hesitate to share your own. I'm sure that, like me, all those participants are looking forward to hearing your opinion.

Wednesday's Words for May 16, 2012

Sunday was Mother’s Day and I wonder if you took time to let your mother know how much you appreciate her?

My mother passed away in 1976 at the very young age of 57. Last May 1st was the first day I lived to be older than her. Since then, I’ve thought of my mother often.

The truth is, although she wasn’t what anyone could term affectionate, I miss her. I wish I had paid more attention as she spoke about our heritage, as she told me tales of her mother and father and growing up during the Great Depression and what it was like to be a young woman in love during World War II.

She met my father while she was a nurse in training, during the war. He was the sole support of his own mother, and he didn’t pass the medical for enlistment—although I have no idea why. He worked as an orderly at the hospital where she took that training. They married in secret on May 29th, before her graduation, as in those days only unmarried women could attend nursing school.

I wish I knew more of her and my father’s love story, and more details of their lives, their growing up years and just starting out years.

My father died 13 years before my mother. They’d barely had 20 years together, and after he passed, my mother rarely spoke of him. Neither did she ever even look at another man.

Because I was so young when my father died, my mother became the center of my young life. She once told me, years later, that one of the reasons she never considered dating or the possibility of marrying again was that she didn’t want to turn her life over to a man to run. She had become used to doing things herself and for herself. That statement had shocked me, because I never imagined she looked at marriage that way.

My mother cooked and sewed; she was a registered nurse, working full time; she could cut the grass, fix a toaster, and made wooden valances for over the windows in our living room.

I grew up believing that women could do whatever they set their minds to because of the example my mother set, and I understand now it was an example she set only because of the vagaries of fate.

My mother had a wry sense of humor, and a very agile mind. She didn’t often say a negative thing about a person. One time, when I heard her make such a comment about a woman who was the wife of my late father’s best friend, I chided her by saying, “everyone has a bad side.” My mother’s retort? “All the way around?”

My mother was a wise woman, one who had good people skills, and a good insight into human behavior. She also gave me the best advice I ever received when I was only 17 years old.

She came to my high school for a meeting with the guidance counsellor and my teachers. The reason was that my marks had suffered as a result of my having been off for a few weeks—I’d had a fractured ankle that had been surgically set with a pin, and the doctor felt I needed to stay home.

One of my teachers was a sarcastic fellow, one with whom I didn’t get along. After the meeting, when it was just me, my mom, and the counsellor, my mom sat quietly as she stared at the chair where this man had sat. Finally, she pointed to the chair and said, “The minute he opened his mouth, I knew he was an asshole.”

Strong language from mom, a woman who rarely swore. Then she said, “Unfortunately, Morgan, the world is full of assholes, and nine times out of ten when they come into your life, they are going to have some authority over you. So you need to learn how to deal with them.”

Wise words indeed, and advice that I have never forgotten, and ever found useful.

Love,
Morgan
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Angelic Forecast ~ #193

Our gazes lock, and ever-so-slowly, Dhuroth reaches out. He caresses the side of my face with his palm. As we begin to move closer to each other a series of lovely ethereal tones fill the control room.

"The Stargate Order is contacting," Dhuroth intones. "As you intuited, my beloved one, the portal bridge between Mars and Earth is about to be accomplished. I feel its occurrence down to my bones."

"Yes," I say, hope winging through me. Yet, it is my lion man who wings my soul -- only toward him.

He turns away abruptly. Because he must, as a way to stop our lips from meeting in a kiss.

As I follow his progress, I see several faces on the panel screens... human-appearing, but definitely different... and not like my lion man. This is puzzling.

I remain rooted to the spot, studying all of their features, and listening to Dhuroth speak a language that reminds me of American Indian songs I've heard. Yet, the three man and one woman don't look like Native Americans.

More puzzled, I absorb the sound of their voices. At one point, I know Dhuroth is speaking about me because I hear the name he calls me, Sh’raka.

It is awhile before the faces vanish and he spins toward me. "There are complications, but, yes, my woman, the portal bridge will be established." He pauses. "Must be accomplished before the Olympics on Earth."

"Olympics," I murmur, searching my mind. "It is the year of the summer Olympics. I'd forgotten all about it."

"Not surprising, my one." His tone teases, but just a touch.

My lion man flashes a big grin as I tilt my head in question.

"What does a stargate bridge have to do with the summer Olympics? But then, this is 2012... on Earth, anyway."


TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

GOOD is ascending, the sacred dragon spiraling ever upward, into the heavens, and into the starry galaxy. The AWAKENING of all people, now rises on the vibrational wings of the Aquarian Age.

This, in the monstrous unyielding face of an Orwellian dream come true. This, against an evil so dark Earth has been designated a prison planet for centuries.

However, the cross-point is here -- and now. Humanity ascends to a glorious future, where those who wish it will colonize the stars. Or, the masses will fall beneath a tyranny that despises human beings, and cares not for their fate.

Even though, at this point, the global elite will never achieve their one world order, their tyranny will have it's way over most of us, unless we *the people* stand together, and demand freedom -- as is our divine birthright.

On the war front, the global chess game continues. With the upcoming distractions of the NATO summit in Chicago, and the London Olympics, plans are in the works to steal great portions of land worldwide, and change regimes that will now be compatible with the New World Order. Also, look for major war-drum beating in the presstitute media. Anything to keep the public frightened and compliant.

On the AWAKENING front, angelic sparks of pure goodness are activating in those of us who have agreed to be on Earth during the 2012 transition. As well, there will be more time travelers arriving to help humanity and Mother Earth out. For, any triumph will shape their future for the better.

On the paranormal front, from this point forward the 'strange universe' we all live in -- are surrounded by -- makes itself known in bigger, and more obvious ways. As well, every effort will be made to co-op and imitate the paranormal by the global bad guys. This, so 'they' can control the population.

On the personal front, this is the week to take care of the home front. With massive solar flares 'possibly' affecting the electrical grid on down the line, seek out ways to safely power your home. Make repairs, if needed. If you are looking for another home, pay attention to the layout. How well can you prepare?

On the food front, with shortages of certain foods looming, as ever keep stocking up. Make friends with your local farmer/rancher, if you haven't already. If your local farmer/rancher needs help, offer your skills, and/or find others who want to join in. Create a cooperative circle that benefits All.

On the land changes front, with the dramatic increase in superstorm-weather, as well as a major increase in volcanic and earthquake activity across the planet, it is time to keep a close eye on what is really happening. Do not trust lamestream media to keep you informed. That is not their mission.

Due to the hyper-active sun as affected by alignment with the galactic center, and the influences from other cosmic bodies, land changes will only continue on Mother Earth.

On the really bad news front, with the ongoing breakdown of the economy, *betrayal* is the theme for this week, and for the rest of the year, 2012. This will be at every level in society, from your personal life to the highest echelons ruling Earth. Because of this, many will develop 'betrayal radar', an inner knowing of who can be trusted and who cannot -- also, they will know what situations can be trusted.

Trendwise, personal 'protection' of all kinds continues to be the name of the opportunity-game. Also, like a brightly rising star, those who refuse to comply with the system will become the new heroines and heroes to many of us, as they persevere for freedom.

Another trend ramps up at this time. From a previous forecast: "As more of the states decide to stand up to the Usurpers, and take back their rights, this will signal the beginning of a Civil War, one that is fought with the power of ideas. And with money."

This week being with Nature will inspire your soul anew. Take time to enjoy the birds and the bees -- and smell the flowers.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list

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Wednesday's Words for May 9, 2012

Did I mention that my daughter is a PSW? That stands for Personal Support Worker, or, in the lingo of my younger days, and what I believe they are call in the States, a ‘nurse’s aide’.

During the fifteen months that she lived with us after the dissolution of her marriage, she attended college to train for this career. I think it’s one of the best decisions she’s ever made, as she truly enjoys her work.

But.

She’s been a blessing to me, she really has, but now that she’s a professional, she tends to see the world—including her mother—through a work-related lens.

My daughter works primarily in the community, calling on the ill, the palliative, but mostly the elderly. She performs myriad tasks to help these people. She bathes them, dresses them, and even does some minor housekeeping for them. She takes good care of her clients, the bulk of who are female, even to the point that she gets them small gifts at Christmas. She refers to them, en masse as her “old ladies”.

Do you have a clue about my ‘but’ yet?

I’m 57 years old. All right, 57 and 9/12th years old. I suppose in some ways, I remind my daughter of some of her clients. I walk with a cane. Because I do have arthritis, some days are definitely worse than others, and I move very slowly on those days.

But...I am not an old lady.

Middle age is a time of flux. Things do begin to change, as our bodies age and our minds try to adjust to the next level of volume, to accommodate all the accumulated knowledge we have amassed over our lifetimes (do you like that explanation for intermittent forgetfulness? Feel free to use it, no charge, my gift to you!)

But...I am not an old lady.

My daughter really has been a blessing to me, especially lately as she chauffeurs her father in the morning so I don’t have to endure interrupted sleep. She comes once a week to lend a hand with my housework, and just this past Sunday, she came over and set up my new computer, and made the transition seamless for me.

But...I am not an old lady.

We spend a fair amount of time together, and she goes with me sometimes when I head to the mall, or just out and about. And she is ever helpful. She is proactive! There are dozens of small ways she wants to help me, because, “this is what my old ladies like,” or, “this is how my old ladies do things.”

I’m learning not to mention any small complaint or change in the way things are for me, because my daughter’s eyes light up and she nods, and proclaims that I am...just like her old ladies.

I recall a television show a few decades ago, “The Golden Girls”. The oldest of them, “Sophia” used to get away with totally outrageous behaviour, explained by the fact that she’d had a mini stroke which destroyed that part of her brain wherein discretion lives.

Now, I’m not wishing for anything like that, but I am waiting for the day when my daughter comes by and tells me about her new feisty, cane-wielding client, and how she has to be ever so sweet to her, and careful of what she says or else....

Because on that day, I plan to become just like one of her old ladies.

Love,
Morgan
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Angelic Forecast ~ #192

"Several layers of war on Earth," I murmur.

"The wars visible to the public, yes, they are merely for soulless conquest and to divert humanity's attention from the true war in the skies, and in the heavens."

As I absorb Dhuroth's words, I continue gazing at the light blade. I murmur, "Yes," when he stops speaking.

In the following moment, I ask what suddenly enters my head. "When will the people on Earth know about life on Mars?... And, I don't mean bacteria."

"Ah, full disclosure." His rumbly tone teases. "For now, it is better that some of us who pass for fully human walk among, and live among Earthers. Much preparation must be fulfilled before contact is made with humanity as a whole."

"Makes sense," I say, pondering his words. "Am I supposed to keep this light blade?"

"It is yours. Meaning the slayer's light belonged to you during our time together."

"Amazing." I lower the blade as I slowly face my lion man. "I don't want to leave you," I blurt out. Immediately, my heart pounds, and I feel like gossamer moments before the storm wind arrives.

Our gazes lock, and ever-so-slowly, Dhuroth reaches out. He caresses the side of my face with his palm. As we begin to move closer to each other a series of lovely ethereal tones fill the control room.

"The Stargate Order is contacting," Dhuroth intones. "As you intuited, my beloved one, the portal bridge between Mars and Earth is about to be accomplished. I feel its occurrence down to my bones."

"Yes," I say, hope winging through me. Yet, it is my lion man who wings my soul -- only toward him.

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Undertow, is the word for this week, and for the next four weeks. This means what is now occurring 'below' the surface of general society, is as deadly as an undertow in a serene ocean to all of us.

At this time, the soulless ones will be coming against the human race with the intention of 'drowning' many in 'their' diabolical *undertows*. To triumph over this great evil, Mother Earth will be communing with any of us who will listen to her plea. For, she needs humanity to care for her, and live upon her -- share life with her.

On the paranormal front, in the near future every method of propaganda will be used to cover up the truth about the planet, Mars, while disseminating supposedly new science information. Despite the deliberately created box office 'failure' of the movie, John Carter [of Mars], there are many who are waking up to their genetic memories of life on Mars. As it once was.

On the economic front, there are so many manipulations of the economy going on, it will be a mishmash of conflicting data. The yo-yo affect continues. Metaphorically, the establishment dragon constantly demands yet another virgin sacrifice to devour. Bottom line, the bankster gangsters are tightening the noose around 'the people' while many are using their smarts to bring about a flourishing local economy.

On the truth front, now is the time to trust yourself, and 'only' those who have proven themselves. Stop and consider what your own sense of what the truth is. Also, check, and double check facts, then trust your own inner wisdom -- rather than what you are being told by those who are called 'authorities'.

On the war front, around our beloved, blue-marble planet, the global criminal cabal ramps up by using their mercenary troops to create chaos in various areas of the world. For now, their take-over-the-world mission is front and center militarily.

On the AWAKENING front, the POWER OF GOOD takes center stage. Treasure any 'good' done for you, and do 'good' whenever you can. At this point in history, many will realize how much their acts of goodness, and their compassion, is making 'the' difference for all of us. Out of this knowing, GOOD begins a rapid ascension throughout the world.

This will be in contrast to the massive levels of corruption now planet-wide. This long-festering wound against humanity is about to break open in ways that will become obvious. With the rays of truth and light bathing us all, it will no longer be possible to keep corruption hidden as it has been.

On the personal front, this week is all about gaining new perspectives on your life, and on the way the world is truly working. Your ability to understand your life in helpful ways will open up. This is likely to be both distressing, and/or an excellent opportunity to move ahead.

On the food front, learn as much as you can about the 'how to's' of growing food. Any knowledge and skill is valuable. If a green thumb eludes you, learn the basics of food storage, as it was done before refrigeration. As always, keep stocking up on food stuffs, and water. The storms of life are here.

On the land changes front, for this forthcoming week there is likely to be major news about what is really happening on Earth. This, rather than the spin and lies constantly dished out to the public. However, this 'news' will be couched in terms that either sensationalize the story, or minimize the information.

On the really bad news front, as more and more suffer from the artificially 'depressed' economy, crimes will escalate significantly. This will be used by the thug-criminal establishment as an excuse to implement more martial law practices. In response, anger blazes high, and more of 'the people' will fight back.

Trendwise, weapons of every kind will be on the buy list of those who want to protect themselves and their families in these times. Soon, innovative designs will be coming out of the woodwork, so to speak. For those so inclined, teaching others how to use weapons effectively and safely is a good career path.

This week tune into THE POWER OF GOOD. Let your inner goodness inspire you, and move you to help others in wise and wonderful ways.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

***

It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
~~~~~~

~~~ EBOOK & IN PRINT ~~~ a former #1 on Siren-BookStrand’s bestseller list

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~~~

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Chapter 2 - Sweet Affliction

Some words have been removed to maintain the PG rating of this blog. 
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10% of the author royalties on this book will benefit nonprofit organizations dedicated to providing educational assistance and support grants to families of wounded and fallen United States Navy SEALs.

Sweet Awakenings Book 4 (Navy SEALs Series)

Chapter 2

Rex reached in the cooler, his hand moving around in the ice to pull out three beers before handing two of them to Jack and Adam. All three twisted the caps off before taking a healthy swig. He knew they had all three turned into a bunch of sappy ***, but he didn’t care. He was damn happy with how his life had turned out. Adam and Jack seemed to be of like minds, too. Jack with his new son, JJ, and Adam with brand-new bride, Chelsea.

“Would you look at us? What a bunch of tough bad *** we are, huh?” Rex mocked them all.

“Speak for yourself, big guy. I am every bit as much of a bad *** as I used to be,” Adam answered.

Jack threw back his head in laughter. “Right, until Chelsea calls for you. Then it’s all, ‘what do you need, sugar.’ Yep, Mr. Bad *** himself.”

“Says the man with the baby monitor attached to his waistband where he used to holster a gun.”

“Oh ***. He’s got you there, buddy. You’ve turned into one domesticated rebel.” Rex patted Jack’s shoulder.

Now in complete hysterics, Adam set down his beer, crouched down on his knees and pretended to aim an invisible gun. “Freeze, bucko. Jack Peyton here! International Dad Extraordinaire. Drop your weapon or I’ll spray you with baby powder.”

“Oh listen to the *** comedians. You know damn well if my beautiful wife and handsome baby boy weren’t within shouting distance I’d kick both your *** to hell and back.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t want to get in trouble,” Rex added.

“Babe.” Jack’s wife Tamara stood in the patio doorway, smiling. “Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. Kick their ***. I’ll close the door so the others don’t hear.”

All three men laughed, but Rex shouted back to her before she could close the door. “Traitor!”

Jack set down his beer. “You heard the lady.” He made a joking attempt to put Adam in a headlock, and the two proceeded to take a few playful jabs at one another.

Rex could only grin at the two men who for years served as his brothers on the teams, but who had more importantly become his friends. Jack had always been his friend dating back to BUD/S class, but Adam was someone he met years later. He was a good guy to have on your side in an ugly firefight, and he never had a problem with him. Somehow though, Jack and Adam had clashed many times over the years. He could remember countless times the two had run into one another, and an argument always ensued. Hell, Adam always was a cocky son of a ***, but when the going got tough there was no better man to have on your side.

“You two idiots look like Abbott and Costello.”

Both of the men stopped, looked at Rex, then at each other and then back at Rex again.

“Oh ***.”

Rex ran down the deck stairs, both Adam and Jack hot on his tail in pursuit, Jack with a pitcher of lemonade and Adam carrying a bowl of potato salad.

“Rex! Get in here! Hurry!” Shelby shouted through the kitchen window.

All three men froze, but Rex had a sense of foreboding. His beautiful wife wasn’t yelling at them for roughhousing in the backyard. He knew her like he knew no other. Her voice sounded anxious.

In mere seconds all of them were entering the house to find out what was wrong. Each of them went to their wives and stood by their sides to find out what had them all looking so shocked. A sound from the television redirected Rex’s attention. He turned to see a live news report out of somewhere that appeared to be tropical.

“Local authorities have yet to release any motive behind the attacks, but it is thought to have been the work of terrorists trying to send a message to the United States,” a serious-looking blonde reported.

“What happened?” Jack asked.

Adam picked up the remote and turned up the volume.

“Constance, have they released the names of the Navy SEALs killed in the ambush?” a stocky male sitting behind a desk in some studio asked the field reporter.

Rex’s stomach churned at the man’s question. More of his brothers had fallen, and by the hands of terrorists. Mother ***! When would this madness end? It was times like this that he wished he was still in. A quick side-glance toward his wife, and he knew she all but heard his thoughts. He took her hand in his to reassure her he wasn’t going anywhere before redirecting his attention back to the television.

“Yes, Phil, they have. Commander Tom Drake, a recently retired United States Navy SEAL, was one of the men attacked and killed in the ambush. However, authorities have yet to release the name of the other Navy SEAL who was found badly injured and later was pronounced dead-on arrival after being transported to the Hospital de la Comunidad de Loreo.”

“Horrible, simply horrible. Amber, please keep us posted on any updates from this tragedy.”

The news anchor’s voice trailed off as anguish roiled up inside Rex. Jack turned the volume down when the news switched to an irritatingly inappropriate commercial for a clothing store, which showed people dancing and singing all because they had the newest and hippest pants. Didn’t television networks have a conscious? They should have a moment of silence once a breaking-news alert like that airs.

He pulled away from Shelby and went to sit on the nearby couch. Placing his elbows on his knees, he dropped his head in his hands and shook it from side to side. He had known Commander Drake, worked with him on more than one mission. Hell, he led the search-and-rescue team that had led to Jack and him being saved all those years ago in Colombia.

“Rex?” Shelby went to him and placed an arm around him after sitting beside him. “Did you know him?”

He didn’t answer. It was just so unbelievable. He remembered hearing about his retirement party after the fact and wished he had known about it sooner so he could’ve gone. That was only three weeks ago.

“Drake was the guy who led the team which rescued us several years back,” he answered Shelby.

The room was filled with an overwhelming sense of sadness. Rex knew Jack would be upset by the news and understood why, but he hadn’t been prepared for the cold stare on Adam’s face. He looked nearly frozen in shock.

“You all right, man?” he asked him.

Adam stood there, no reaction whatsoever. Rex knew out of the three of them Adam was always the cooler, less emotional of the men, but this was different. Something was off.

“Adam, you’re scaring me. Say something,” Chelsea insisted.

Rex shook his head at his friend’s new bride. She was sensitive and so very sweet, the exact opposite of her new husband. Sometimes he wondered how the hell the two even meshed together, let alone well. Adam could be an unattached son of a *** at times and just shut down. This seemed to be one of those times.

Calmly, Adam turned to Chelsea and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek before giving her a reassuring smile. “I’m going to go for a little walk. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Adam, please don’t go. Stay here and talk to me. Talk to us.” He was out the door though before she finished.

Rex felt sorry for her. At times she looked so timid, and he wondered if all her scars had healed from everything she’d been through. She’d just gotten away from an abusive relationship when she met Adam and became embroiled in his revenge plot against the mob boss who had killed his fiancée and their unborn baby. Soon after she was kidnapped, and to this day he didn’t know how badly she had been hurt in that ordeal. He knew Drake’s death was probably a shock to Adam, but he wished the guy would get his shit together sometimes and consider others.

Clearly embarrassed for the way Adam had walked away from her in front of a room full of people, and so very true to her loving nature, she turned toward the others and said, “He gets like that sometimes. He doesn’t mean anything by it. He’ll be back soon.”

Shelby and Tamara followed her into the kitchen. It seemed a moment of sisterly understanding was in order.

“He can be such a dick sometimes,” Jack said quietly.

“Yeah, I know.”

They both sat there in disbelief. It was bad enough when a team member was killed in action, but to have someone like Commander Drake, one who epitomized all they stood for, live through over twenty years of service, proudly serving his country, only to be killed mere weeks after his retirement seemed to be a sick twist of fate.

“He never married or even dated that much. He always said he’d settle down and meet the right woman after he served his country,” Jack muttered.

“It’s not *** fair. He was a good man.”

“Yeah. That he was, brother. That he was.” Jack patted Rex’s shoulder.

“It puts things into perspective you know. I wonder who the other one killed was.” Rex was interrupted by Adam coming back in the house.

He watched as Adam calmly walked outside to the back deck, reached in the cooler, and retrieved three beers. Quietly and without making eye contact he handed two of them to his friends. Removing the caps they raised them to clink with one another.

“To Tom Drake, one of the finest men there ever was. Fair winds and following seas, brother,” Adam said.

“Hooyah!” Jack added.

Rex couldn’t be sure, because Adam refused to look at either of them, but his voice sounded strained, and his eyes looked a bit weary. He pondered for a moment that his tough-as-nails, don’t-give-a-***-about-anyone-but-himself friend had actually cried on his brief walk, but quickly dismissed the idea. Tears just weren’t something he thought Adam was capable of.

“Adam, you’re back so soon.” Chelsea came to sit beside him on the arm of the couch.

Rex watched him. One minute the insensitive jack ***, the next a smooth-as-silk operator. He pulled Chelsea on his lap and gave her a loving kiss. “Now didn’t I tell you I would be?”

Rex gave Jack a knowing nod of what the ***. The man was a walking contradiction. He knew it, Jack knew it, hell even Chelsea knew it. Yet the way she looked at her husband with such adoration showed she didn’t really care.

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Wednesday's Words for May 2, 2012

Spring 2012 is turning out to be Mother Nature’s worst problem child, if you ask me. Cold, wet weather makes me think of comforting things: warm blankets, coffee, good books—and pain meds.

Somehow, after the mild winter we had, I thought we might just slide right into the warm weather of spring.

So far, it’s not happening. I can deal with the weather, because really, the cold and rain and such are just inconvenient. Many other folks, just south of us, have to cope with violent weather and dangerous storms. I’ve made a lot of friends in the States over the last few years, and every time I hear about lines of dangerous thunderstorms and spawning tornadoes, I do a lot of praying.

I hate to wish my days away, but I keep thinking if we can all just get through this spring, unharmed and intact, then life will be good and peaceful once again. I seriously don’t know how those of you who live in tornado prone areas do it, I really don’t. How do you face each spring knowing that there are going to be storms and that you could lose not only your homes, but that you or your loved ones could be injured, or lost?

I know that normal is just what you’re used to, and I suppose we can, and do, get used to a lot of things and call them normal. Yet I can’t help but shake my head in awe of you.

I feel so fortunate because we don’t seem to have those kinds of challenges here, at least not as a matter of course. Snow and ice and extreme temperatures seem to be our specialty here. It did snow in some areas last week, but I was very lucky, and my newly blooming and soon to be blooming tulips and daffodils were able to avoid getting dumped on or damaged.

A week ago I didn’t think that would necessarily be possible, as Environment Canada issued a weather warning –according to them we were supposed to get a huge amount of snow. It didn’t happen, and although the temperatures did dip below freezing for a few hours, it wasn’t enough to set off a killing frost.

We’re all recovered from our week in the Chicago area, and once more happily pursuing our daily routines. My daughter continues to drive her father to work each morning, and I continue to be able to enjoy the phenomenon of uninterrupted sleep, which results in my getting more work done each day.

Our second daughter is on a more permanent schedule now of two weeks of day shifts, followed by two weeks of nights. Most are just three day weeks for her, but some are longer. That means we have the kids sleeping overnight on a fairly regular basis.

It’s nearly time to open the upstairs again. We close it off in the winter because it never got completely finished after our son died; in the winter it gets quite cold up there, and costs a fortune to heat. But in the spring and summer, we have the upstairs open. We’ve had two very old beds up there for the kids, but this year we’re going to buy some new ones. We’re going to see if we can’t maybe finish the insulating and the dry-walling so we can keep it open during the winter—without causing our heating bills to triple.

The rhythm of life is different for everyone, but a definite presence for us all. It’s a pattern that brings us each the most comfort and security, and maybe that’s the answer to my question about how people manage to get through their own particular reality.

It’s their rhythm and they’re used to it. Love,
Morgan
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Blurb:

[Siren Classic: Erotic Romantic Suspense, HEA]

Dive charter captain Mitch Jackson is ready to divorce her cheating ex and take a chance on romance with friend and business partner Ed Grey. She's tired of her love life being on hold. Truth be told, she's always carried a torch for Ed, but worried that their age difference made Ed think of her as the kid he knew.

Ed has silently loved Mitch for years. Her impending divorce will finally give him a chance to voice his true emotions. Unfortunately, life is never that simple. When they stumble upon a sunken drug vessel, a desperate criminal who's closer to them than they realize wants to send Mitch to a permanent watery grave.

Now, Mitch and Ed are on the run from a wily serial killer intent on stopping Mitch from testifying. Will their love survive a murderer's vengeance, or will he spill their blood on another Red Tide?

Note: This book contains excessive violence.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Chapter 1

He dove in the water as bullets sprayed against the waves. Applying pressure to his side, he kicked and tried to achieve more distance than depth between him and the men firing at him. He swam under the boat and to the other side so they wouldn’t have a chance to hit him again. What the fuck had just happened? How had he gone from enjoying a cold beer with a former teammate to watching a trail of blood drip from his forehead and nearly two dozen men carrying an arsenal of weapons boarding the small yacht? He ignored the gut-wrenching realization that his friend of nearly twenty years was dead. The cold stare of shock in Tom’s face as he fell forward told him he was killed instantly. A single shot from a sniper had taken out a man who served his country for over twenty years while managing to live to tell about it.

The whizzing sound of bullets hitting the water was becoming more distant. Despite being hit he was still a strong swimmer. His training had saved his life more than once, and this time proved to be no different. If his bearings were right and he wasn’t disoriented from blood loss, he’d estimate that he was about two miles from shore. If he swam around the south peninsula of the island, that would put him far out of the sights of whomever the hell was shooting at him. It would mean at least a three-mile swim. With blood loss and pain it wasn’t going to be easy, but he’d survived worse than this before so he had no doubts that this time would be no different.

Exhausted and starting to feel light-headed, he tried not to panic. He had to remain focused. One thing he learned was that if he rested to float for even a moment he would tire even more so and never continue on. While he hoped the men firing at him assumed they were successful in their attempts to kill him as well, he couldn’t be too careful. They could be scouring the dark waters with a spotlight looking for any sign of him.

The shore was in his sights now. He kept on, kicking with everything that he had despite the burn in his muscles. If he was able to use his full strength it probably wouldn’t be so strenuous on him, but having to hold his side in an effort to diminish some of the pain left him somewhat handicapped.

When he was so close to the shore his kicks met with more sand than distance he finally rested, allowing the surf to carry him the rest of the way. His mouth filled with sand as his body swept up to the soft beach. He laid there for a moment, breathless and physically spent. The pain from his right side where the bullet hit was radiating to his arm, rendering it useless. It took all his will to use his other arm, the muscles still burning from his several-mile swim. He crawled farther up the beach, not wanting to chance the waves that carried him in to safety pulling him right back out again. There was a small opening against the cliff. It was only a few yards away but seemed to be so much farther.

He crawled to what would be his shelter for the night. Echoes of his BUD/S instructors shouting at him for being a pussy swam in his mind. He was a United States Navy SEAL for Christ’s sake. Well at least for another month until he retired, that is. He was trained to never give up. What would they tell him in training? Take off your girlie panties and swim like a man with your balls swaying free in the water. It was a dumb-ass analogy, but it served the purpose at the time when he’d heard it. He had survived BUD/S training and twenty years in Naval Special Warfare. A measly bullet wound in his right side wouldn’t be the death of him.

Somehow he managed to pull his shirt off. He couldn’t remember a time when he was this tired. Everything he’d ever experienced seemed like a drop in the bucket compared to this.

The events of the past several hours flashed through his head. He arrived in town by small plane to meet up with Tom who had just begun to celebrate his retirement. Living large on the open sea he had called it. They ate some steaks that Tom’s onboard cook had managed to charbroil to near perfection while enjoying a couple of cold Coronas. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He still had two days on his leave, so the two had planned to fish and do nothing much of anything else.

He shook his head as he replayed the events in his mind. None of it made sense. He was damn good at sensing danger. Hell, they both were. One minute they were laughing about some señorita who would hit on Tom every time he went to town, and the next the slow trail of crimson drew a line down his forehead, his eyes wide and surprised as they stared back at him.

“Fuck!”

Tom had given twenty-two years of his life to the navy. Why the hell did this have to happen a mere two weeks after his retirement? What in God’s name was going on?

Once again, playing everything back through his mind over and over, he kept looking for some sort of a sign. Something he may have missed. Still he could find nothing.

 He had only known that type of surprise killing capable of three types of men—military, mercenaries, or the mob. None of those possibilities made any sense. Tom was a decorated war hero. He had saved countless lives in leading men on various missions. The military would have no reason to want him dead, except maybe the Taliban, but these men weren’t Taliban. He couldn’t see their faces behind their grease paint, but they moved much too disciplined to be a part of that sect. That ruled out his possibility of the mob as well. Aside from the cool, calculated methods of killing, they didn’t have the physical skill to move like a trained soldier.

That was it.

A trained soldier. These men moved like military, but something was off. A military force, even Special Forces for any country, would’ve been identifiable to him in one way or another, but they weren’t. These men were former military. Mercenaries, no doubt.

The question was, why would mercenaries be after Tom? His friend had led a clean, by-the-book military career, only killing when it was required and the only means necessary. Tom never stepped on toes or used anyone to his advantage. Everyone on the teams looked up to and respected him.

Those conclusions left him with only one possibility. These were foreign mercenaries, sent from another country to shut Tom up. Why would anyone want or need a former Navy SEAL dead when he was no longer a threat to them?

Something wasn’t adding up, and he was becoming more and more tired. The blood loss was taking its toll. He needed to get medical attention, get the bullet removed and get stitched up. He was surprised he hadn’t gone into shock yet. Adrenaline had no doubt kept him going. Pushing up with his one good arm he tried to steady himself to stand. He was nearly on his feet when he collapsed from fatigue. If he just closed his eyes for a few minutes then maybe it would reenergize him. At least he hoped it would. He knew if he stayed here any longer he would either die of blood loss or those men would find him to finish the job.

It was his last thought before he saw the barrel of a gun pointing down at him and his eyes closed.

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New Release: Wolves of Climax, 3

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[Siren LoveXtreme Forever: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, werewolves, HEA]

Life in Climax is anything but ordinary. Cassidy does things with her four men she only ever dreamed of, but as the days pass, she craves more than just sex. She wants the whole happily ever after with the men who quickly capture her heart.

Cassidy slowly feels like she belongs in Climax, but something is still missing. Her lovers continually remind her she'll have to accept Matthew in her bed if he returns. She's ready to include him, anxious to experience five men, but what if he wants nothing to do with her?

When she goes in search of her half brother, the Rockford miners lead her into a trap. It's too late to follow Garret's warnings about leaving the mine alone. Now she's faced with madmen and surrounded by wolves. Will her men be able to rescue her before it's too late?

NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's newest serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is Book 3 of 7 in the Wolves of Climax collection. These books are not stand alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. Each book may end on a cliffhanger but usually with a happy-for-now for the heroine and one or more men. The final book contains a happily forever after for the heroine and all her men.

Angelic Forecast ~ #191

"The creature you have slain is a vile creation of humankind's most ruthless enemy. They were genetically designed to rid Mars and Earth of every humanoid," he pauses, "except for one subspecies."

I blink my eyes at Dhuroth's explanation. The next moment, I find myself standing beside him, the light blade still in my hand.

"It's still the same, isn't it?" I ask as I stare at the blade.

"Yes, my beloved one, only the way of it has changed. Now the age of science is used by the ancient enemies of humankind." Dhuroth gently claims my upper arm with his hand, and I feel his man's caring for me.

"The gathering," I utter as a realization hits me. "Those from across the galaxy who are with humanity have arrived, are arriving."

"Yes, humanity's progenitors as Volcano refers to them have arrived. They do battle with enemies who would seize Earth as their world."

My lion man comforts me with his touch as his words jolt my insides like an earthquake. Yet, it's something I've always known in my soul.

"Several layers of war on Earth," I murmur.

"The wars visible to the public, yes, they are merely for soulless conquest and to divert humanity's attention from the true war in the skies, and in the heavens."

TO BE CONTINUED...
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ANGELIC FORECAST ~

Liberty is rising throughout the world ~ that is the theme for this week, and for the summer months.

As time compresses, 'quickening' even faster, and 'change' dramatically accelerates, in this year of 2012, the demand for true liberty will ring planet-wide. Non-stop.

For, only liberty, the liberty of all peoples, allows for a good and prosperous life where dreams and everyone's potential can be fulfilled. That is our future as human beings, if we are daring enough, wise enough, and brave enough to claim it.

Further... on the AWAKENING front, the title for this week is: The Rising of Divine Mind ~ The Great Awakening is Here

At this point in time your diviness, your higher inner nature is being triggered by the incoming cosmic energies. These 'awakening' frequencies are now pelting humanity, and bombarding Mother Earth relentlessly. As well, the angelic realm is showering all of us with encouraging and loving vibes. Know too, other Beings who love humanity are assisting with their good, good vibrations.

Remember, the time of the Great Awakening is Here and Now. Because this 'Aquarian Age Awakening' is happening faster than the soulless ones thought possible, they are taking draconian countermeasures against all of 'the people'. This sci-fi tech tyranny is being brought about as rapidly as possible.

In the meantime, the control-freak, psychopathic establishment is using every made-up excuse to stomp on everyone's neck, both literally and metaphorically. However, with the rise of liberty, and with the ideal of freedom in the hearts and minds of many, be aware the 'major conflict' is here, and will only grow in intensity.

On the truth front, TRUTHS that have been hidden for ages, will now be slamming humanity full force. Ancient history speaks with a megaphone.

On the economic front, nothing will be as it seems this week. Lies and deception rule. Major news stories about the economy will be used to control the people, and keep them in the dark. Out of this obvious manipulation, more of us will look for alternative and wise ways to overcome the system.

On the war front, as the chess-style war games continue across the globe, there will be a major roll out of new nightmarish weapons. This is because the bankster gangsters are afraid, very afraid.

On the personal front, now is the time to take stock of what you have, and make plans to get whatever you need. Organization is a good thing this week. It is also a good time to charge ahead with your favorite plans and projects.

On the food front, gardening is front and center. Again, whatever you can grow, do it, and help others with your knowledge. Or, make plans to find local growers and farmers, and do business with them. Also, 'real' organic is now king of the food castle.

On the land changes front, this week the title is: The Rise of the Volcano ~ It's Here. Also, more major earthquakes will take place in the near future. And, due to severe super weather across the planet, there will be displaced populations.

On the really bad news front, now is the time to take care of yourself, and your loved ones as never before. It's crash, boom, and bang time on the world stage. Conflict of every kind, and at every level, increases from this point forward.

As a reminder, from a recent forecast: "every attempt will be made by THOSE who hate humanity, to rip our very psyches apart. Brain-drain Big Media will continue to present a picture of normalcy while increasing the levels of fear porn. The underlying message: if you quit feeding the dragon establishment, if you quit believing in our wizard-of-oz powers, our might-makes-right to RULE over you -- YOU *the people* will be oh-so sorry. Boom. Boom." *THIS NOW ESCALATES.*

Trendwise, this is the Age of the individual heroine and hero. Each of us chooses our higher nature, or we do not. For, these times are not about having a 'leader', or 'the leader'. All of us will be leaders in our own way.

Any business, service or product that assists the new heroine and hero will be in demand from now on.

This week fill your heart with the sounds and scents of nature. Share your experience with those you love most.

Angelic blessings from Volcano & Sedona
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Warning!!! The global elite [New World Order] does not want *you* to read this book. See ~ Powerful Dreams at my Kougar Kisses blog.

WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS

~~~ Where angels fear to tread, 2012 Earth ~~~

World weary and worn out, the incarnated angel, Sedona, who believes she is merely human, has three choices after her old van breaks down.

Let the Nazerazzi squad of the North American Union capture her and force her into a FEMA concentration camp.

Walk out into the Arizona night desert, let the wildlife have a good meal with the hope her death will be quick.

Or does she dare trust the mysterious stranger suddenly before her?

Handsome as sin and all in black, he emerges out of the darkness.

Sedona wonders if the stranger on a superspeed motorcycle is her savior from the brutal endtimes.

Or, is he a roving cult member of the New World Order, hunting his next blood sacrifice?

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It’s only a few days before Winter Solstice, December 21, 2012 ~ The end of the Mayan Calendar.

Sent from heaven to help Sedona save humanity, Zerr Dann knows the Divine is playing its last card on Earth.

He also knows Sedona is about to find out Christmas miracles still exist.

[Angelic Fantasy Erotic Romance]
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