The Month of Love

I was working on a post earlier today yesterday on my writing blog and talking about my new release Hearts of Passion Club Lux, Valentine’s Day and the month of love.

I mentioned I might talk about the history of my life here on this blog so here it goes.


I’m happy single because I kind of think this woman is an island sometimes. I like having my space. I hate having people trying to own and control me and I think that comes a lot from feeling owned and controlled within the religion I grew up in. History shapes our present and our present shapes our future.

~ My Almost Secret Boyfriend ~

I had a boyfriend—my first, in school. He wasn’t my real boyfriend as I was not allowed to date. He was my at school boyfriend who walked me to class and broke up with me because I wouldn’t kiss him just a week after we started dating. He was a good guy but you know…life and all. He still liked me in high school. I graduated a year early and when he saw me at the mall one day he told me he tested out and joined the Marines so he was coming out early too. He told me I still owed him a kiss…but that didn’t happen.

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Tip Number 1 ~ Beware of Questions

My second boyfriend was an accident. Never (NEVER) answer a question when you didn’t hear the question. Once I had apparently said yes I figured whatever since I would be going back home from NY and going to high school thereby I would never have to see this guy again. We dated (but not really as I still was not allowed to have a boyfriend) for all of a week before I had to go back home. He was my first kiss—not the best of kisses but I can blame both of us on that—him because he kept biting me and me because I had never been kissed.

Tip Number 2 ~ Run From Unstable Guys

Guy number two actually “stole” me from his cousin. No, that’s what his cousin thought but I didn’t like his cousin. His cousin was the one who called me and told me he wanted to kill him for taking me. Yeah…avoid guys who are not emotionally and mentally stable. He had his sister call me so he could get me on the phone because not being allowed to date my aunt (actually cousin) would not have allowed me to talk to him on the phone.

History of me pretty much has seen me living like an island on some levels. I have moved all over this country and I haven’t really emotionally put down roots anywhere. But out of all the places I have lived I think this is the place where I have avoided connecting as if connecting was the plague.

Sometimes the great thing about living life from the outside is that you can see everything—as a writer that’s definitely a good thing.

The past is history. The future will always be a mystery. But the present is where my mind, heart and soul needs to focus on being.

So there you have it—a bit of the history of the writer. I’m crawling back into my box but if you’d like to know more about me let me know and I might come out of the box for a minute or two.

Stay Healthy


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