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Exciting News! An Exciting New Book Set To Launch…
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…Introducing the Cover Reveal for Darkest Day, Emi Gayle’s next book in The 19th Year series, set to release January 6, 2014!
A bit about the story
Mac Thorne’s time as a Changeling is coming to an end.
It may have taken eighteen years, but Mac did finally manage to do what the Council wanted: she chose a teacher and renounced the in-between.
There’s just one last step. She must say goodbye to her human. Forever.
After being challenged in every way possible, Mac leaves what she thought would be the easiest task for the last possible moment. As midnight on July fourth draws near, though, she hasn’t found a way to give up Winn Thomas.
Nor does she want to.
With time running out, Mac stands at a literal crossroads.
Choose Winn, and she’ll be stripped of the only family she’s ever known—vampires, dragons, and her favorite demon. Even her own mother. Accept her position on the Council and rule as an equal to her twelve peers, and she’ll forget Winn ever existed.
Independence and freedom have never before been so limiting.
In this final chapter of the 19th Year Trilogy, it’s time for Mac to decide.
Responsibility? Or Love?
A bit about Emi
Emi Gayle just wants to be young again. She lives vicariously through her youthful characters, while simultaneously acting as chief-Mom to her teenaged son and searching for a way to keep her two daughters from ever reaching the dreaded teen years.
…Quite an amazing lady with an amazing story to tell. Check out her blog, follow her on facebook or twitter!
Friday Flashblack: They Taught Me How To Love. Always.
I remember all the jars of pickles you’d can and you’d laugh when I’d eat an entire jar all by myself. Your old German accent, the way you and Grandpa rattled off at each other and I never understood a word, but then you’d say my name, “Oh, Erika…” drawing out the e and the r so it sounded like “ear.” Your green eyes would sparkle after I’d ask you all sorts of silly questions, all the time, and I loved it. I just loved that look in your eye.
Lesson Learned: Never Assume
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Ever felt like you chased the wrong thing one day, you poured in so much energy and fear into the possibility of what could happen, and then when you stare and face it, nothing happens at all?
That was sort of my week this past week, which brings up a really good point, I love it when I’m wrong. Now don’t get me wrong, at first it kind of stings. I back up and I think, “What just happened here?”
But the clouds start to fade and the emotion breaks up. I feel joy instead of fear, and I remember my husband and I, standing in the kitchen while I cleaned up dinner this week. He asked me, so, how did your meeting go today? I felt a giant grin lift my face as I wiped down the counter and I answered back, surprisingly, nothing bad happened, and you were right.
I have always said, I am my worst critic. It’s true and this past week has actually been really good for me—a reminder to relax and live in the moment. A lesson for next time to stop myself and say, you know what, you don’t know.
Right now, I’m feeling thankful for my Facebook community and all of my new friends. Searching out quotes and pictures centered on peace, love, and happiness, keeps me focused. So I’m learning and thinking about giving every moment a chance, and to never, ever, assume intention.
I’ll keep doing my best!
Who Ripped My Duck? Friday’s Unsolved Mystery.
“Who stole my_____?”
You rush to the pantry grabbed by an emergency sweet attack. You see the bag and grab it—EMPTY! Or the bathroom towel in my husband’s case. ;0) Maybe you’re hair dryer winds up missing, or your shoes. Back in my college days, whatever I needed in the moment my freshman year—gone!
This week, the mystery involves my daughter’s favorite yellow duck, a cloudy location, and a few rascally hands—
I pull up to my kids’ school. My daughter flies at me from the playground.
“Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! My duck!”
Her voice drops low. Her lip quivers. She hands me her little limp duck. “My duck’s ripped. Can you fix him?”
We get her coat and I search the duck finding a hole the size of quarter, ripped on its belly. I ask a series of questions: Did we share our toys today? Who did you play with? How did your poor little Duck get ripped?
Wednesday’s story: “Sam did it! He grabbed it and the teacher saw it!” I felt distress as a parent. Was my child bullied? Did she bully? Did she not share?
Thursday’s story: after contacting the director at school to get a few facts down, my daughter’s story shifts as she answers the director’s questions meekly, ”My brother did.” Staff were questioned. No one saw a duck on the playground. The boy from yesterday pleads the fifth with innocent eyes, and of course, I suddenly have a very hurt big brother from the shift in the accusation of the duck ripper.
Friday’s story: ”No mommy, big brother didn’t do it. Sarah did!” Another girl in her class. Another good friend of hers.
I still have no answers and the story continues to shift and evolve.
Lesson Learned.
Right and wrong is a difficult feeling for anyone, especially a three and a five-year-old. Stories are emotional journeys. There’s an emotional tie to the truth and the discovery to understand what took place to create your current moment. Any event has a beginning, a middle, and yes, an end. It may not be the answer you want, but oh well, sometimes the answers don’t always matter and in my case, the ending needs a little revising. My daughter is happy again. The duck is happy and healthy, mended in all the right spots. All last night and still to this morning my daughter says, “Mommy, thank you for fixing my duck.”
The end.
Cloud Nine Girl 