Mayura: Sanskrit for Peacock Diary Entry Number: 1

Mayura: Sanskrit for Peacock Diary Entry Number: 1

There are many different stories or myths in regards to the Peacock. The moment I realized I was surrounded by feathers, and that they belonged to the majestic bird. I did some research. This first entry is just one of the myth’s about the Peacock.

The legend goes that the Mayura was created from the feathers of Garuda, another semi-divine bird of Hindu Myths. Which Garuda is thought to be a vahana or conveyance of Vishnu, one of the Trimurti. The Mayura are mythical and is a symbol of the cycle of time.

So imagine being where I was, and waking to find I’m surrounded by feathers, and then, later on down the road you look up the significance, because they say all dreams mean something, you find that this particular bird, in Hindu scriptures is associated with the cycle of time. Does this mean my time could have been up? Or was it just beginning? Or did my time somehow get interrupted? I pondered that greatly until I remember something my grandmother told me about Peacocks. But I’ll save that for another entry. It’s time for me to go to PT with Beau. I haven’t admitted it out loud to anyone, least of all Jackson, but Beau is definitely a looker. But he’s also professional so he doesn’t make it weird between us when we do PT. Instead he’s a relentless bastard that I want to kill at the end of our sessions. Until Next time!

 

Until Her August 23

There is always a light at the end of every dark tunnel. But who ever analyzes the journey to get there? There are doors leading to different outcomes, Windows slightly ajar, offering other paths, and cracks in the wall alluding to the outer arena called life. 
Jackson’s been through it all. 
Highs.
Lows.
 
Twists. 
Turns. 
But he’ll always remember her. 
He’ll fight for her. 
Almost die for her. 
Walk through hell and back for her. 
Because until her, there was no him. 
Betrayal and new faces all come together as Jackson Storme and Annabelle Macon’s story concludes in Until Her, a southern contemporary filled with ups and downs, rights and wrongs, and finally, their happily ever after. With an extra helping of Lola Danvers

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Mayura: Sanskrit for Peacock Diary Entry Number: 1

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Annabelle Macon left home to become somebody. When fired from her job in New York, she’s anxious to come home. Home is where the heart is, and her heart has always been set on Jackson Storme. But when opportunity presents Anna with an exciting new job back in New York, she doesn’t know what to do.

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Tidbit Tuesday: Until Her Snippet

Tidbit Tuesday: Until Her Snippet

He was going to consume Annabelle Macon, soon-to-be-Storme. But first, he just wanted to look at her. Jackson’s hands framed her face and he watched breathlessly as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, exposing the beautiful column of her throat. Such a delicate, small throat, Jackson thought. He eased forward and nuzzled the skin there, making her groan. He kissed his way to the underside of her jaw, then up again, moving to the corner of her mouth. It was a ghost of a kiss meant to entice. Anna leaned up on her toes and latched onto his mouth, taking control.

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There is always a light at the end of every dark tunnel. But who ever analyzes the journey to get there? There are doors leading to different outcomes, Windows slightly ajar, offering other paths, and cracks in the wall alluding to the outer arena called life. 
Jackson’s been through it all. 
Highs.
Lows.
 
Twists. 
Turns. 
But he’ll always remember her. 
He’ll fight for her. 
Almost die for her. 
Walk through hell and back for her. 
Because until her, there was no him. 
Betrayal and new faces all come together as Jackson Storme and Annabelle Macon’s story concludes in Until Her, a southern contemporary filled with ups and downs, rights and wrongs, and finally, their happily ever after. With an extra helping of Lola Danvers. 

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#Tidbit #Tuesday: Until Her Snippet

#Tidbit #Tuesday: Until Her Snippet

This is a tiny snippet from Until Her. This is from Anna’s perspective and she’s in a state where she’s aware, but isn’t aware to those around her. (If that makes sense) 🙂

I can feel softness. Warmth. Everything around me is calm. I think I can even hear music, but I’m not sure. There is some sort of wild cry in the background. I want to open my own eyes and see what’s making those noises, but my eyes are heavy. Too heavy. The sound gets louder, closer. I’m not scared. Somehow, I know I’m safe. Something feather-soft tickles my face, then down my arm and over my leg. This happens several times. Each stroke lulls me. Pulls me toward a place I know I need to go, but am too afraid to go back to. What if everything changes? What if they’ve all moved on? What if he’s moved on? Who is he, and why can’t I remember his name? How long have I been here?

 

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There is always a light at the end of every dark tunnel. But who ever analyzes the journey to get there? There are doors leading to different outcomes, Windows slightly ajar, offering other paths, and cracks in the wall alluding to the outer arena called life. Jackson’s been through it all. Highs. Lows. Twists. Turns. But he’ll always remember her. He’ll fight for her. Almost die for her. Walk through hell and back for her. Because until her, there was no him. Betrayal and new faces all come together as Jackson Storme and Annabelle Macon’s story concludes in Until Her, a southern contemporary filled with ups and downs, rights and wrongs, and finally, their happily ever after. (With an extra helping of Lola Danvers.)

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Tidbit Tuesday: Until Her Snippet #Anna & #Jackson

Tidbit Tuesday: Until Her Snippet #Anna & #Jackson

Happy Tuesday All! Sharing a scene from my upcoming, Southern Contemporary, Until Her.

 

This is a scene were Jackson and Anna are just now seeing each other after he’s been away. I don’t want to give too much away, but it’s obvious, Anna isn’t dead right… Right! So here they are in all their hotness…

Instagram Post“You gonna stare at me, Annabelle, or come and give me some sugar?”

“Sugar is what you want?” I joke.

“Yeah.” His voice drops an octave, and I swear I can feel it down to that place inside that’s severely neglected. He doesn’t move, and neither do I.

“Come here, Anna.”

“Oh, boy,” Joey whispers. Then adds, “Treat and I are taking Ava to dinner and then out to the movies. We’ll be back in a few hours.”

Just like that, it’s just him and me.

Everything gets quiet. Too quiet. I can feel the blood rushing through my veins, and my chest is doing its best to contain my rampant heartbeat. The intensity in Jackson’s stare has increased the temperature in the room, but it has also removed what little oxygen is left.

I can’t move.

Somehow—I swear it’s almost magical—I’m now standing in front of him. When had he gotten so close? Or had it been me who moved? I stare up into molten gold eyes that caress every inch of my face. Neither of us speaks. It’s not necessary.

I hope we don’t speak for hours.