tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22632221214208043572024-03-13T11:08:01.837-07:00MOTIONS"Motions" is the official blog for Romance author Kadian Tracey (Kendra Mei Chailyn). I write romance without borders--Sweet, senual, interracial. I write romance that speaks. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you will come back again soon.Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-68611744893293129722013-09-11T22:26:00.000-07:002013-09-11T22:26:36.931-07:00Be Nice To Your Muse!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QrYTB9UyRdKNUTw4P7tJLqM_i9RUuYHNr1KuMlgjk8plQPMMg4rtK3lVqsawME3JgX0Rf3e-yDiNZ0HemJiuVHk6nFSWkY1fy7f9gKRHMgstQb9_x84I_XQZDSeErFyR8Die89ZTqnY/s1600/share+your+muse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3QrYTB9UyRdKNUTw4P7tJLqM_i9RUuYHNr1KuMlgjk8plQPMMg4rtK3lVqsawME3JgX0Rf3e-yDiNZ0HemJiuVHk6nFSWkY1fy7f9gKRHMgstQb9_x84I_XQZDSeErFyR8Die89ZTqnY/s200/share+your+muse.jpg" width="198" /></a>Hello! I am Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey) and I am very happy to be a part of this blog! I don't write M/M but I figure every writing has a muse or two or three! I write interracial (mostly) Sensual and sweet romance. I figure addinga touch of heat to certain thing is a good thing. *winks* <br />
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The Muse--There's a topic I hadn't written about that in a long time. My muse hadn't gotten that much use this year because I spent most of the year researching about Egyptian Mythology. Sure, I did some research for my two <strong><em><a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Res-Curse-Shadowcat-ebook/dp/B004BLK9AU" target="_blank">Shadowcat </a></em></strong>books. Those had to deal with giant Kyphur cats so it was pretty cool. This research is into a Egyptian God that is lesser known and with that said it takes a lot of digging to find enough, trusting info on him. It's strange how much dusty papers I have to go through and the looks I get when I walk up to librarians and hand them my paper lol.<br />
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So let me start my saying this...when it comes to my writing, my head let everybody in!<br />
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But that's another blog all together. Today we're here to talk about my Muse. The strange thing about how I write is that anything can be my muse. The other day I was walking down the street and saw a lady with an orchid in her hair and I get this idea for my story <strong><em>...The Thing About Love is...</em></strong> and today I was sitting at work talking to this woman on the phone and <strong>bam! </strong>here comes <strong><em>Pulse.</em></strong> I don't stick to one thing or person and say <strong><em>this is my muse and nothing else!</em></strong> Whenever I get an idea, I hold <br />
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on to it for a few days, and if it morphs into this nagging obsession, I begin fleshing it out. My muse <br />
(whatever it happens to be at that time) will keep talking and I keep writing until the story - the skeleton of the story at least- is finished. Then I go in, and do a complete rewrite. When that's finished I see what my muse thinks. <br />
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One of the scary sides of the Muse appears when a few of them are in my head at the same time, and they all decide to have a conversation with me, telling me what their stories should be like. The day I got the idea to write my story <strong><em><a href="http://www.passioninprint.com/ShowBook.php?CR=KMC_NAMEOFLOVE" target="_blank">In The Name of Love</a></em></strong> I was sitting by Lake Ontario, just staring at the water. This idea for the story hits me followed closely by another idea for my Egyptian Mythology story and fairly fast after that a second book for <strong><em>In The Name of Love. </em></strong>Of course I ignored the second book idea, I really don't do series--not really my thing (grins yet still after I got it accepted at <a href="http://www.passioninprint.com/ShowBook.php?CR=KMC_NAMEOFLOVE" target="_blank">Passion in Print</a> - they requested the second story - so I wound up writing it anyways!). On another hand, some may argue the scariest part of the Muse is when it's not talking-when all is quiet on the western front--you know, no story ideas? We call that <strong><em>writer's block</em></strong>. <br />
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When that happens I find I get irritated, muttering to my muse asking it <strong><em>why hath thou forsaken me?</em></strong> In all honest sometimes I find its better for our muse to take breaks - why? It gives us time to breathe and remember that our mind needs time to re-coop from all we've put it through throughout the past few months of a year in some cases. Just because our muse is always there for us we often times take it for granted. We ignore stories, refuse to write stories or conform to other people's muses throwing tantrums. So, sometimes our muses decide they aren't going to take this crap anymore, pack their things and leave you a <strong><em>Dear John </em></strong>letter. <br />
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Moral?<br />
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Be nice to your muse. Feed it, nourish, grow it and once in a while? Give it something a little naughty.<br />
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You can thank me later *wiggles brows* lol<br />
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Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)<br />
Follow me on twitter: <a href="https://twitter.com/kendramechailyn" target="_blank">@kendramechailyn</a> Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-84892575520988718942013-07-06T09:20:00.000-07:002013-07-06T09:25:12.321-07:00What Summer Means...And it is here like a bat out of hell!<br />
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Remember when we were kids we couldn't wait for summer break? I mean first we had no school! Then we knew we could go to the beach, vacation, spend MORE time with our friends, go to movies, fireworks, festivals, carnivals, Caribana! But damn - for me summer has changed into something I barely recognize.<br />
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It's kind of weird because it's finally summer and I just got into writing for the summer break when WHAM! I start getting emails for Chrismas Submissions. I thought about it and so far I haven't been able to write much for Christmas story. Maybe its because I'm Canadian and after winter is gone, I mentally block out everything to do with the freezing cold but I am officially blocked.<br />
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That means allergies, for one, allergies so bad it makes you want to gouge your eyes out, pave every patch of green surface you can find then rub your nose into a blanket until it falls off. Oh yes, my allergies get so bad. Most of the pills for that make me so drowsy even when they say they don't so the one pill I can take is the one that takes about half an hour to kick in. By them my nose is burning, my eyes are itching, my throat is scratch--not cute.<br />
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But, though those are two things I dislike about the summer months, I also like it because I normally go to places to motivate me in my writing--places like old churches and food festivals like Taste of the Danforth or Rib fest - all kinds of good stuff. But lately, I find myself slacking on doing things in the summer. Perhaps it stems from my rampant disregard for my mental stability as things just seem to be heaped atop my head in the past few months. But whatever the reason I haven't had much interest in going out and doing anything. And with that I find my three works in progress have stalled or have taken on turns I never expected them to--turns that will require major rewrites at a later date.<br />
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Recently, summer means writer's block. Three other stories, <strong><em>Runt of the Pack</em></strong>, <strong><em>Captain Dragonheart's Woman</em> </strong>and <strong><em>Rosetta Stone </em>(</strong>yes, I'll probably have to change that title) have been on the back burner for almost two years now. For some reason, I can't seem to write these. The first two are not contemporary so that is probably why, but the last one, I have no idea why its taking me so long to complete it. It's a more indepth story and I want to write. But something just won't let me go beyond where it sits now at about 10, 000 words. Perhaps its because whenever I open the file I re-read all that is there because it has been so long since I actually ready the story I have to get re-accustomed to the characters. But whatever the reason, I figure once I have a chance to go away and just do nothing but photography, eat junk food and enjoy the sunlight for a day or two, the urge to write them will come back. <br />
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But anyways,<br />
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Summers, lately, have morphed into something I never expected. Not sure how to tackle it, but let see how this one will go.<br />
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hugs,<br />
KendraKendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-16726426044201437132013-05-14T12:45:00.000-07:002013-05-14T12:45:09.827-07:00New Release: Cowboy Lullaby!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Growing up with a father who hates her, Jennifer suffered through hell. After her father gets killed in a drunk driving accident with no will, no money, eighteen year old Jennifer Cozel is left to fend for herself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />She moves to Barley and settles into the mundane existence of small town waitress she believes she deserves. That is until Sherif Rone Jennings steps into her life with a glimpse into a world she so desperately yearns for.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />But how do you fix someone that is so horribly broken?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Sheriff Rone Jennings takes one look at Jennifer Cozel and wants her. Something about her just screams a real woman. But getting to know the volutuous waitress is not easy for she is fighting him at every turn. When he finds out about her past, anger like he never felt before surges through him but what good will that doo? Rone is determined to not only help Jennifer heal, but to make her see not all love is painful</span></div>
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it?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The rain had long stopped
pounding against the class and the old tree just to the right of her window
hadn’t crashed into the side of the house for a good ten minutes. Still those
thoughts seemed almost trivial to what was happening inside Jennifer Cozel’s
mind. Her heart didn’t care as well for it was too busy pounding inside her
chest as though it wanted to hop out and run away. Another loud bang sounded
from somewhere in the house and she jumped. Her eyes caught the chest behind
the door then lifted to see if the door handle would twist to the right then to
the left. When nothing happened but another loud crash of something hitting the
wall hard, she shifted slightly to alleviate the pain her legs were starting to
send through her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Jennifer trembled at her
father's footsteps storming through the house. He'd been on one of his binges
again which put him in a mood. Two days of a steady intake of alcohol with no
food always did that to him. Each morning she had to lug the bag of liquor
bottles to the recycle bin at the back of the house once he’d gone off to work
or fallen asleep after a night of hard drinking. Lately, she’d made more than
two trips. How one person could drink so much and still be able to function was
beyond her. The nights when his favorite baseball team lost were the worst and
the mornings after even harder. She
learned a long time ago to stay out of his way when he drank for when he was
drunk the really mean side of him came out—which was all the time. The sad
truth was Jennifer couldn’t remember a time when her father was sober. He drank
to wake up, drank to fall asleep and drank to silence the demons inside his
head. She often times heard him yelling at them when he wasn’t screaming at
her. He drank when he was happy, when he was sad but most importantly, he drank
whenever he looked at her then sobbed. As far as she knew his problem was her
fault.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Whenever he was really hammered,
he remembered his dead wife and Jennifer paid for it because he would break
into her room and beat her until she was unconscious. Afterward, he’d fill a
bucket with cold water and toss it in her face. That was a horrid way to wake
anyone up for she’d jerk upright, screaming then clawing at her neck. The cold
water against her body left her gasping for breath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Jennifer would never get
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">She was on her final
semester in high school and was pretty sure she was going to fail. She'd been cooped up in her room for three
days for her father forbade her to go to classes. He saw school made her happy. He couldn’t
touch her while she was at school and every fibre of him hated that. When she
was at school she was someone—people knew who she was. After she turned
eighteen, the county no longer required her to go to school. If she missed too
many classes no one would call the house or threaten to call child services. He
smirked as he told her she was no longer to leave the house for school, as a
matter of fact—she must no longer leave the house period. Jennifer was
terrified so she listened and remained hidden in her room. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> Whenever she heard the car leaving, she would
peer out her window and watch until the car had long since gone before
tiptoeing out of her room to get something to eat. But she couldn't take
anything he would miss. Luckily she'd
stashed a couple of Jamaican buns with a tin of cheese in her room so all she
really needed was water. As long as she didn’t open the can with the cheese, she
could keep it hidden in her room for as long as she needed. Filling her
traveler’s mug with cold water she drank the whole thing and refilled it. The
next thing on her list was to look around ensuring nothing was moved or out of
place before returning to her bedroom, locked the door and shoved her chest holding
her sheets behind it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> The
buns she'd bought were getting smaller. Jennifer wasn't sure how much longer
they would last. After that she was out of money, out of food and out of luck.
Sometimes her best friend would sneak something over and she would quickly eat
it. Gale was good for Jennifer, but she couldn’t let her father know about
Gale. When she was ten, her father came
home to Jennifer sitting in the living room with another little girl from school. After he pushed the girl out the door and
tossed the books after her, he tied Jennifer to a tree outside until the next
morning. He then cut her loose and left her lying there weak and half starving.
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">She made a mental note to
see if she could get a couple extra shifts at her school cleaning up after the
girl's rugby team. If she could manage that she should be good for what she
needed for a little bit while she scrounged for more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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a piece of the bun off, Jennifer shoved it into her mouth. The sweet of it
flooded her senses, causing her to moan and rest helplessly against the
bed. Her eyes caught the scars on her
leg when she stretched them out before her.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Jennifer used her free hand and
tugged her dress down to cover them. When it didn’t cover her ankles, she
curled her legs beneath her bum and took a breath. Suddenly she wasn't hungry
anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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state of heightened fear, she sat in the same position until her legs cramped,
throbbed then went numb. Still, she
daren't move. The darkness flowed in through the window and still she didn't
move. Her eyes burned and from time to time she forced herself to blink. Though she yearned for sleep, she couldn't.
Every time her eyes closed she remembered her father then jerked awake. He was drinking that evening. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">She wouldn’t be getting any
sleep. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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loud bang on the front door pulled her upward. She grabbed the bun she'd still
have out, wrapped it up and shoved it into her bag. She pushed the bag under
her bed and pulled the sheets down over it. Glancing around to ensure nothing
was out so he could see if he broke in. She took a breath and rose. Her legs trembled, weak by the position
they'd been in for such a long time. She
slumped forward, catching herself on the edge of the bed. Shaking her legs,
Jennifer tried working out the numbness. When she finally got some feeling back
into her legs, she had to wiggle them more to get the pins and needles feeling
out. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> The
knock came again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> The
fact she'd missed a car pulling up was scary to her. But she was exhausted. The
knock sounded once more and by this time, Jennifer sucked in enough courage to
actually leave her room. She pulled the
chest from before the door, and stuck her head out. The hallway was spotless, silent. The walls were devoid of pictures. The halls
empty of any kind of fixture except a solitary light bulb on at the end of the
hall on the centre wall. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the tips of her toes, she scurried from her room and peered over the balcony
before hurrying down the stairs. She peeked
into the scantily furnished room.
Marshal wasn't there. When she got to the front door, she pulled her
sleeves down over her arms, took a breath and pulled the door open.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> To
her shock and relief her father wasn't standing there. Instead, two police
officers faced her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> "May—may
I help you?" Jennifer asked softly, ensuring not to meet their eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> "Hi,
your name?" one asked. He gave her a grim smile, one she’d recognize
anywhere. Jennifer was used to sadness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> "Jennifer,
Jennifer Cozel."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> "Do
you know a Marshall Cozel?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> Jennifer
nodded. She couldn't speak for the lump in her throat just wouldn't allow the
words to come out. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “He’s my father.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> "I'm
afraid we have some bad news." The other officer spoke up. "Your
father was killed a little earlier in an accident."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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stood before the police officers with her arms wrapped around herself. If her
father was dead it was no accident. He was probably too wasted or too hung over
to see where he was going and crashed into a tree.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> "Did
you hear me ma'am?" the cop asked. "Your father is dead. He ran a red
light and was struck by a drunk driver going the other way."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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year old Jennifer blinked, then nodded. "I heard you. He was drinking.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“We figured. There was a
bottle of Jack Daniels in the car after they managed to cut him out with the Jaws
of Life.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Did anyone else got hurt?”
she whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Yes. The driver in the
other car but nothing life threatening.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“What’s good. My father is always
drinking.”A sinking feeling pulsed through her, leaving her feeling empty.
Still she was left with a profound sense of something urgent, something on the
point of breaking inside. "Thank you for informing me officers,"
Jennifer squeaked. "Where can I...can I..."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> "His
body is at the morgue." One of the cops handed her a card. "You can go here and identify it."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> She
wrapped her fingers around the card and nodded again. They probably thought she
was a bloody mute. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif"; font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> "We're
really sorry for your loss."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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smiled tightly and backed into the house and closed the door.</span>Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-17309069219404260302013-03-12T12:11:00.001-07:002013-03-12T12:11:20.210-07:00In the Name of Trust!<strong><em>In the Name of Love </em></strong>is finally here! Well it was released a few days ago. The good news is I've finished my second story in the line. I know I said I don't like series and I don't but this second story had to be written. <br />
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Why? I googled <strong><em>In the Name of Love</em> </strong>and it is one of ARE's top Interracial Best Sellers! I am so happy! I am sitting at work positively gushing!! Here's a screen shot with my grey star beside it!<br />
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If Jessa isn't afraid to beg forgiveness, she could make her wildest dreams come true.<br />
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Jessa Phillips has the life she's always dreamed of--a thriving weddinggown boutique, a loving sister and a wonderful brother-in-law. The only thing missing is the love of her life, Cassius Oppa. But her bubble is about to burst when her sister is in a severe car accident and on her death bed reveals a secret that changes everything.<br />
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The night his courtship of Jessa Phillips went horribly wrong, a young Cassius Oppa packed up, jumped on his motorcycle and fled the small town. After spending days homeless, he sold his family's prized guitar and joined the Air Force. Years later, he's out and living his dream when Jessa Phillips turns up on his doorstep. A storm is brewing and after, what will be left?<br />
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And now I am in the process of writing the second story because I was told by one reader she wants a second one lol. It will be called <strong><em>In The Name of Trust.</em></strong> <br />
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<br />Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-57127334609612051892013-02-20T10:00:00.002-08:002013-02-20T10:00:50.432-08:00Egyptian MythologyHey all!<br />
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I just finished writing <em>Cowboy Lullaby</em> and good lord am I bushed! lol. It turned into a large book, almost as big as <em>Made to Bend Not Break</em>. But I am not complaining. I just have to put it away and go back to edit it in a week or so.<br />
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But the reason I am writing this entry today is my series <em>SHADOWCAT. </em>You know--<em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Res-Curse-Shadowcat-ebook/dp/B004BLK9AU" target="_blank">Re's Curse</a> </em>and <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Res-Redemption-Shadowcat-ebook/dp/B0064GM0VG/ref=la_B008TA5S2I_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1361383060&sr=1-5" target="_blank">Re's Redemption</a> </em>out now with Devine Destinies LLC. If you haven't gotten your fill yet you can snag them by clicking on the titles above. I adore Mythologies. I mean come on! These times and stories are awesome!!<br />
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I am currently researching my newest story. It has nothing to do with the Shadowcats but will be an all new story (Maybe a series - I haven't decided yet). I can give away too much details but it's going to feture this guy :<br />
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And no, it's not Horus lol.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jessa Phillips has the life she’s always dreamed of—a thriving
wedding gown boutique, a loving sister and a wonderful brother-in-law. The only
thing missing is the love of her life, Cassius Oppa. But her bubble is about to burst when her
sister is in a severe car accident and on her death bed reveals a secret that
changes everything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The night his courtship of Jessa Phillips went horrible
wrong, a young Cassius Oppa packed up, jumped on his motor cycle and fled the
small town. After spending days
homeless, he sold his family’s prized guitar and joined the Air Force. Years later, he’s out and living his dream
when Jessa Phillips turns up on his doorstep.
A storm is brewing and after, what will be left?</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Jessa
scanned through the racks of white wedding dresses. It was taking too long.
This bride was starting to get on Jessa’s last nerve. Finding a gown in the
back of the stack, she pulled it out and held it up to the light. The dress
wasn’t going to work—she could just feel it. The truth was she was running out
of options. It was as if the woman didn’t understand Jessa had a life outside
the damn store. Stopping, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes in an attempt
at reigning in her quickly shortening fuse. All she had to do was pick the
perfect dress for the overly picky bride without killing her and things would
be perfect. She glanced at the clock. Time was quickly running out or she would
have to work overtime. She finally found a dress, said a small prayer and
slipped a smile to her lips. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <i>If
this chick doesn’t like this dress I swear someone is going to have to bail me
out of jail!<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;">She brought the
dress into the room where the soon-to-be bride sat and held it up. “All right,”
Jessa said, hanging the dress up and slipping the protective covering off.
“This dress I found in our storeroom. It’s two thousand over your budget but
you said price wasn’t an option.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> While the woman’s maid of honor,
mother-in-law, and her sister waited in the sitting room, Jessa helped her
client put on the dress and pinned up the back properly so it fit. She then
walked her client back to her entourage. “So? What do you think?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Well,” the bridge-to-be started.
She turned one way, then the next, looking at herself in the mirror. Her family
was sitting there with looks of amazement, but Jessa was beyond giving a damn
anymore. They’d been at it for at least three hours and Jessa just wanted to go
home. “What do you think?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “This is the dress!” The bride
flailed happily.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “You’re serious?” Jessa questioned,
fixing the veil.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Yes! I love it!” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> <i>Finally!<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"> </span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;">The woman hugged
Jessa so tightly she thought she was going to burst. But she finished up the
sale, put in the order for the wedding dress and after the wedding party left,
she turned around and stared at the empty store. Rushing, she closed the front
door before someone else walked in. She’d long since sent home her two other
consultants and wasn’t about to handle another bride by herself that day. Her
temper wouldn’t hold out—she knew it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She stared now at the cash register
with contempt. Now she had to cash it out and do all the mathematics for the
day’s sales. She set it up to print the day’s receipt and was going to get some
coffee when the telephone rang. Arching
a brow, she glanced at the clock debating whether or not to pick it up.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> With a roll of her shoulders, she
reached for the cordless and trudged her way towards the back room. “Happily
Ever After, Jessa speaking. How may I help you?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Is this Jessa Phillips?” The voice
questioned.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Yes. Who’s calling?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “My name is Andrew Mullings from the
Mercy of Grace Hospital. I’m calling about your sister, Kelly.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “What about her?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I’m sorry to be the one to inform
you of this.” His voice cracked. “But your sister is in surgery. If you could…”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> He didn’t have time to finish for
she had dropped the phone and was reaching for the keys. The cash register was
still going but she couldn’t wait for it. If her sister was in surgery, she
couldn’t really stop to wait the hour it took to cash out. With her cell phone
and keys, she darted through the door, -only stopping long enough to turn off
the lights and lock the doors behind her- then ran as fast as her stilettos
could carry her to her Corvette. She sped from the parking lot, zooming into
traffic without looking. That caused a whole bunch of horns to blare, but Jessa
couldn’t care. She sped through a yellow light. Her heart hammered against her
chest as worry danced through her mind. When she spoke to her sister the day
before, Kelly was ecstatic. She was getting married in three weeks and her
career had finally taken off. What in the world could have happened between
that conversation and the end of the day?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> She got caught behind a truck. Rage
surged through her veins as she slammed her fist over the horn, darted out into
the left lane, sped up and cut in front of the truck before ramming her foot
against the gas. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> At the hospital, Jessa shoved her
beautiful, silver bullet into a parking spot and slammed the door after her.
With her purse in hand, she ran through the front door. Skidding to a halt at
the front desk she leaned half her body over the counter and tapped the nurse
on the shoulder. The poor nurse, whose back was to the front, gasped and swung
around but Jessa couldn’t think to apologize. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “I’m Jessa Phillips. Someone called
me about my sister, Kelly Phillips?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Oh yes! Miss Phillips. Take that
elevator to the sixth floor and go left out the elevator to the front desk.
They’ll be able to tell you about your sister’s condition.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> With a simple nod of her head, Jessa
did as the nurse bade her. At the front desk she nodded numbly as the nurse
asked her to wait a few minutes for a doctor. She probably should have been
angry they weren’t telling her anything but by then she was exhausted. Pacing
the space, she tried telling herself that things weren’t as bad as she thought.
Nothing could be as bad as her mind was telling her. Her sister would be
fine—Kelly had to be fine. The truth was, Kelly and her fiancée Chris were the
only family she had left. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Miss Phillips?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> Jessa spun around at her name. A
doctor stood there with a clipboard shoving a pen into his breast pocket and
looking at her as though his best friend had just died.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “How’s my sister?” Jessa questioned.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “Your sister was in a car accident,”
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“Yes. A fiancé—wha-what’s going on?”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">“He should probably be here right now.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “He’s in Japan on business. I’ll try
getting a hold of him but tell me about Kelly!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “She’s bleeding internally—severely.
We’ve tried for the past two hours to stop it but we can’t. Her blood just
isn’t clotting and right now there’s nothing we can do for her but make her as
comfortable as possible.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> “No— No,” Jessa whispered. “You
can’t tell me that there’s nothing you can do! She’s getting married, damn it!
She can’t die!” </span><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-52611902035536930032013-01-21T07:00:00.000-08:002013-01-21T07:00:00.742-08:00Welcome Liz Newman!<br />
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The world didn't end on the twelfth, but
those preaching gloom and doom say we are now at the beginning of the end. It is no wonder that readers have a
fascination with love and dystopia. Some
of the most popular books today, such as The Hunger Games series or even Water
for Elephants, have strong romantic elements centered upon the fringes of a
dystopian setting. The Hunger Games
takes place in the post-war <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">United
States</st1:place></st1:country-region>, dubbed the civilization of Panem,
and Water for Elephants is set against the backdrop of a failing circus on the
fringe of bankruptcy during the Depression.
Both of these stories would not be as outstanding as they were if either
the dystopian element or the romantic element was taken away. Both of these stories would not have the
romantic element if the dystopian element was not added to the plot's
formula. The idea of dystopia existed in
these two stories on both the macrocosmic level, as in The Hunger Games where a
society lived it, and on a microcosmic level, as in Water for Elephants, where
a small circus struggled to survive in a society where almost every other
factor worked against it, even the owners themselves.</span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thus can the same with life, or romance as
we know it in life. Our greatest romance
is found in our greatest time of need, where we are emotionally downtrodden and
in need of more than a good friend or casual lover. We become in need of something to make our
lives meaningful; something which takes away the befuddlement we feel when
faced with the human condition of loneliness.
The realization of this human condition is dystopia on a microcosmic
level. In fiction, the human condition
of loneliness is the essence of conflict itself. The demons or angels that accompany this
realization are manifested in our supporting characters, our antagonists, and
our hero or heroine's actions. Love and
dystopia are two sides of the same coin.
Some may argue that Utopia should make up the flip side of that coin,
but I beg to disagree. Utopia and
Dystopia can both be regarded as the soil upon which love can grow. That makes love an absolutely wonderful and
divine aspect of human life, a beacon of hope we can all count on, no matter
where we live or what environment we are surrounded with. We can always count on the proliferation of
love.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span lang="EN-US">My newest work, The Ashes of Windsor, is
the story of two teens who are in love and struggling to survive in the
dystopian environment of <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">New York</st1:state></st1:place>
after nuclear war. </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Thrust into
the world of the fallout, Inari Giles grasps for the strength to survive. Peter
Huntford, her beloved boyfriend, vows to bring Inari to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Arcadia</st1:place></st1:city>, a haven that will only accept young
women of childbearing age through its gates. Will he find a way to bring her to
safety, even at the cost of his own life? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I tilted my face up
to his and gazed into his hazel eyes. Reaching out, my hand caressed the side
of his face. He leaned forward and kissed me as he gripped my upper arm. The
softness of his lips, coupled with the moist, cool wetness of the water on his
face, stirred my body so intensely I quivered despite the unseasonable heat.
The feel of his heartbeat through his muscular chest made me short of breath,
and I reflexively curved my body into his. The firmness of his body contrasted
with my softness, and the feel of his fingertips dancing from my shoulder to
the curve of my waist incited such a feeling of contentment the nearness of him
made me feel complete, as if there were nothing more to want in the world than
this moment. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Rising from the
ground with his glorious body gleaming in the golden sun, he climbed up the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Ouaquaga</st1:placename> <st1:placetype w:st="on">Bridge</st1:placetype></st1:place>. Spreading his arms out into a
wide V, he vaulted himself into the air, bringing his hands together and
tilting himself into the perfect dive. The maple trees and lush green brush
provided the perfect backdrop to the picturesque spectacle he made. He
disappeared under the crystalline surface of the water. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I walked towards
him, undulating my hips as his eyes popped up from the surface of the river.
“You look like a crocodile,” I called as my body became submerged under the
water. We swam towards each other. He circled his arms around me, and we went
under, twirling deep into the water, intertwined in a place where we held our
breath. For a few fleeting moments, we needed no air to sustain ourselves. We
needed nothing but the love we had for each other to survive the depths. My
lips met his again and again as he held me close, and when we couldn’t hold our
breath any longer, we kicked for the surface. Emerging upon the banks until the
water covered us only from the waist down, we breathed in deeply to fill our
lungs with air again. He took me into his arms and kissed me, and I held tight
to his embrace. The feel of his skin coupled with the heat of the sun made me
gasp with desire.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Thank you for
reading this post, and please do leave a comment. You may win a free eBook of The Ashes of
Windsor, an Amazon gift card, or a box of delicious chocolates from the Helen
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wishing you a
holiday season filled with blessings.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Warmly,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B009FBW6WU/ref=tag_dpp_yt_edpp_rt#tags" target="_blank">Loved The Ashes of Windsor? Tag it!</a></b><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><b><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Best-Kept-Secret-Normandy-ebook/dp/B00B13GYPK/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358535947&sr=8-1&keywords=the+best+kept+secret+in+normandy" target="_blank">The Best Kept Secret In Normandy</a></b></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #222222;" /></span>Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-67973257112923899922013-01-05T13:22:00.000-08:002013-01-05T13:22:01.925-08:00Update<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Hello everyone,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">After a lengthy, torturous time, I can happily say I am no longer an author at Red Rose Publishing. All the rights to these titles have been returned to me. I will not be discussing this matter as it was hell for me so please do not ask. Just know as of right now its finished.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">Kadian Tracey</span>Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-77239787400042834522012-12-23T08:14:00.001-08:002012-12-23T20:38:56.614-08:00Coming Up!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hello beautiful, beautiful people!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So 2012 is over and we're all still here! The world didn't end like it was foretold--I guess that was the word I can use here. And we are very thankful for that. Anyways, it has been a rather long and trying year for me personally. I have tons of unfinished stories on my computer that I have been too busy to really do much damage on in the ways of finishing and I really would like to finish a couple in the upcoming year. The first one that I am working really hard on right now is called COWBOY LULLABY. The name has changed since I began writing it. When I first started it the title was WHISKEY LULLABY but as the story got further in, it became apparent that there's nothing to do with whiskey in it at all and I wasn't going to make one of my characters a rabid alcoholic. So, hence the title change. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Right now this story has a mind of its own. It's evovling in ways that is starting to scare me - lol- but I adore it. The characters are pulling on more life and more depth and I am so grateful for that. Right now I am 53K in and its no where near finished because some stories just hasn't been able to be tied up in a neat little bow and I just introduced another character. He was a necessary addition one that I couldn't figure out how to end the story withouth him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Isn't it weird when your characters just kinda of push themselves into areas where you wouldn't necessarily want them to go?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The second story I wish to finish up for the new year is DELIBERATE SEDUCTION. This story came to me at a very weird time in my life so it must be written lol. Anyways, I am not focusing on it until I finished Cowboy Lullaby.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">In any case, I wish to want to wish you all a very merry Christmas and a happy and safe New Year. Thank you for a lovely 2012 despite my other dramas and I hope to see you all soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kadian Tracey (Kendra Mei Chailyn)</span>Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-33079209219251648402012-10-18T12:23:00.003-07:002012-10-18T12:23:43.284-07:00Writing a Second book to SARANGHAEI wasn't going to do it. But after speaking to a few people they all had the same suggestion. I want to write a second book in the Saranghae (I Love You- in Korean). I am thinking of titling it "Yeong-Wonhi" (Forever - In Korean). So once I am finished Whiskey Lullaby I will be focusing on Yeong-Wonhi and a couple of others I put off working on until I finished Whiskey.<br />
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This second story will be for Joon and Jinx. If you haven't read Saranghae you won't have a clue what I'm talking about. These books will be stand alone so you don't have to read one to read the other. I've only done that once before that was with my Shadowcat Series. For Re's Redemption to make any sense you had to read Re's Curse. I don't know. I didn't set out for it to be like that it just sort-of happened.<br />
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Anyways, I should get ready for my next class.<br />
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KadianKendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-5934234840432737752012-10-10T05:06:00.000-07:002012-10-10T05:06:06.567-07:00Saranghae has a face!!!Hey guys!<br />
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So my story SARANGHAE that takes place in South Korea has a cover! My wonderful Cover artist over at Devine Destinies hooked a girl up!!<br />
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An army brat, Riley Jackson was forced from one country to another; Military base to Military base. Her father is then stationed in South Korean and once again Riley prepared herself for being alone and miserable. Then she meets Seungo Ji and life becomes better. Only, he's much, much older. Her father freaks and ships her back to Canada to get her away from Seungo. Years later, after her latest boyfriend turns into a toad, her best friend dies without leaving a will sending Riley into a custody battle with his parents, she heads to Seoul to see if there's still some feelings there between her and Seungo while she waits for a judge's decision.<br />
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Seungo Ji has just returned from his mandatory two year military training. All he wants to do is see his brother, see his mother and make sure his brother didn't burn down his Entertainment business while he was away. But when he gets home, and there's a knock on the door, the last person he expects to be there, is Riley. Old feelings come rushing back and he has no idea how to deal with them. To make matters worse, now he's in a battle with Riley's hectic life, her father and both their hearts.<br />
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Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-19539675104362019012012-10-08T05:20:00.002-07:002012-10-08T05:20:49.894-07:00From my family to yours....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is that time of year again where thanksgiving is in the air. And trust me, though I'd love to say it is all about the Turkey, it's not. It's about being thankful for what you have and what you wish to have, be thankful for your dreams.<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving!!<br />
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Kadian TraceyKendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-23512563845271135262012-09-06T13:00:00.004-07:002012-09-06T13:05:27.897-07:00Whiskey Lullaby's ProgressHello beautiful people!<br />
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I have a few titles that I want to work on SO bad but Whiskey Lullaby (RONE AND JENNIFER) are taking up all my attention. They are hogging my beautiful fingers and there's nothing I can do about it. At the moment the novel is at 31K as you can see by my handly lil progress bar on the right and I am stopping to go back through and edit, add stuff, explain stuff and MAY be adding chapter in the middle somewhere. <br />
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I am trying to take my time on this one to make it right because it calls for so much heart and patience.<br />
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School started again for me so I have one more thing on my plate to work with. Though I've been writing this book since about May-ish. Anyways that's my update. I will write more once I get a chance.<br />
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oh and before I go...the next pictures I use on this blog will all be purchased from a stock photo website. Some of them if you click on them they will take you back to the photographer's site on the stock photo website. These are the ones the site gives as free downloads. <br />
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Hugs,<br />
KendraKendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-53697828102292380812012-08-13T13:17:00.001-07:002012-08-13T13:19:35.070-07:00IMPORTANT Please ReadI am usually a very forgiving person but lately I find that someone is trying to take advantage of me and I am NOT having it. I am not the first person this person has done this to but I am sincerely hoping to be the last.<br />
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My father always said "You can't put feelings before good judgement" and as usual he is right. Now with that said, I have to say the following and please read it carefully. <b>As of today, August 12, 2012, the ONLY publishers you should be buying my works from are the following</b>:<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Devine Destinies, LLC - This includes eXtasy - And their Distributors</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">MuseItHot Publishing - And their Distributors</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Lulu.com (self published titles) - And their Distributors</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: lime; font-size: large;">Amazon KDP - Self Published titles - And their Distributors</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Passion in Print (coming very soon) - And their Distributors</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;">Phaze - And their Distributors </span></b></div>
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Why is this? I began the process of getting the rights back to works which the contracts has expired for over eight months ago from the one publisher missing from the list. My contracts stated I needed to give 90 days notice via registered mail in order to get the rights back. I've done that over eight months ago and has sent numerous messages and still my works are being held hostage. Please do NOT purchase any books that are not from the above publishers. If you do you will be in violation of <b>my</b> copyrights. </div>
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Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-52011903512181231422012-08-06T14:24:00.002-07:002012-08-06T14:25:52.348-07:00In the Name of Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes, that is how I feel right now!! So a while back I started a story titled IN THE NAME OF LOVE and I just left it sitting on my computer because I couldn't seem to find the mojo to finish it. A few months ago I finally decided I was going to do it. I wasn't going to write anything else until it was finished and wouldn't you know? I finished it!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I pulled in enough courage to submit to <a href="http://passioninprint.com/" target="_blank">Passion in Print</a> and a while later BAM! I just signed my contract for it!! *flails* I am so happy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The night his courtship of Jessa Phillips went horribly wrong, a young Cassius Oppa packed up, jumped on his motorcycle and fled the small town. After spending days homeless, he sold his family's prized guitar and joined the Air Force. Years later, he's out and living his dream when Jessa Phillips turns up on his doorstep. A storm is brewing and after, what will be left?</span></div>
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<br />Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-19441040963815052972012-07-24T08:45:00.004-07:002012-07-24T08:48:25.679-07:005 Cups for BROKEN WINGS??!!!<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So I'm sitting at work and feeling particualrly down about everything. Then I went on twitter and my background is the cover for my story BROKEN WINGS that I selve published. It's a story dear to my heart. I wasn't getting reviews to it and I had all but given up on getting any. I know people were reading it I just didn't know what they thought. So, I thought I would google it and see what cropped up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I scanned through the links to youtube of the trailers for it, then scanned through other sites that took the trailer from youtube and posted it and I scanned through a couple of links that had nothing to do with my book. Keep in mind the link to buy the book has been changed to </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Broken-Wings-ebook/dp/B006H4FZUS" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">THIS</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">BROKEN WINGS</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">KADIAN TRACEY</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">January 2009 </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sweet/Rubenesque/African American</span><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Rating: 5 Cups</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The Review can be found<strong><a href="http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/BrokenwingsByKadianTracey.html" target="_blank"> HERE</a></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Monique Winston has been broken by a lifetime of parental abuse. She finds it difficult to move on and forget the hurtful words hurled at her by her mother. Monique is afraid that all black men are bad, and that she will never be good for one, just as her mother predicted.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">DeVaughn Cole is a rare musical star who wishes for nothing more than a good woman to love him for something other than his money, fame, and fancy car. He also moved back to his old neighborhood and built his new home where such a woman existed, living right next door.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So last year, the end of last year, I started writing this story titled IN THE NAME OF LOVE. I wasn't sure why I was writing it and I wasn't sure it would ever get finished. So I was going through this publisher I've always wanted to pub with but they were looking for novels and I haven't written anything long since Made to Bend Not Break, so I was pouting again. Then I noticed they had a sub call for shorts and I went through all of them and found one I know I could do!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I started writing again on In the Name of Love. The story is a short but it was called for. I wanted something to be fun and loving and sexy even though it's on the shorter side.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So anyways, I got the story finished and submitted it to the publishing house and waited. A few days later I got the news they wanted it and I should expect a contract soon!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here's the blurb for In the Name of Love!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jessa Phillips has the life she's always dreamed of--a thriving wedding gown boutique, a loving sister, a wonderful brother-in-law. The only thing missing is the love of her life, Cassius Oppa--the teenage Rrbel she fell for as a young woman. But her bubble is about to burst when her sister is in a severe car accident and on her death bed reveals a secret that changes how Jessa sees her sister. This secret will change everything she's ever thought about Cassius Oppa.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The night his courtship of Jessa Phillips went horribly wrong, a young Cassius Oppa packed up, jumped on his motorcycle and fled the small town. After spending days homeless, he sold his family's prized guitar and joined the Air Force. Years later, he's out and living his dream when Jessa Phillips turns up on his doorstep. A storm is brewing and after, what will be left?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I stand beneath the umbrella, remembering the way he tasted. His lips massaging mine and his tongue plunging into the heat of my soul. The softness of his voice whispering his love for me is too much. My knees trembled for his voice is enough to make me weak with need. I look up to the skies and see the brown of his eyes watching over me. I drop the umbrella to feel the raindrops turn to his kisses over my face. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I miss him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I love him....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Still.</span>Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-1149100248991723302012-07-10T16:54:00.001-07:002012-07-10T16:54:29.766-07:00My new Blog -- Kinda of<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<br />Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-6074347350153230942012-06-21T00:00:00.000-07:002012-06-21T00:00:00.123-07:00wiff-Fic: Reading the Future<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was the killer of Kings. </span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There was a story to tell a child. My father took me to the crazy man at the edge of our village when I was but nine and one years. I was terrified. My knees rattled together fiercely and my heart beat so hard against my chest I thought it would jump out. I clutched at the hem of my shirt until my knuckles were a strange, dark, purple colour and every bit of blood was drained from my face. He cast eyes at me--eyes that told of a thousands moons and a million battles. His hair was a mat of bush around his head as though someone has simply pulled a coca back around his head. Still he stared at me for a bit longer, picked up some small bones in one hand and dropped them with a clatter against the floor. I jerked up though I had been staring at him unashamedly. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"What? What do you see?" my father asked, shuffling forward.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"Ah," the old man gasped before hurrying to the far side of the cabin to dig furiously through a bag. When he returned, his eyes had changed. I did not understand what expression he stared at me with. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He held up a gold coin. "Take this." his voice came to me. I had not seen his lips move for they were covered by his beard. "Are the killer of kings."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I gasped.</span>Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-51005360598579079422012-06-14T00:00:00.000-07:002012-06-14T00:00:16.286-07:00Wiff-Fic - Mara's Perfection<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-73468777042561748872012-06-11T08:52:00.000-07:002012-06-11T08:52:14.789-07:00What's New!<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hello Everyone!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There are going to be some changes coming re my writing and what I write. First, you may have noticed the look of my blog has changed again. I like this lighter, colourful side to it. I think I will keep it for a while yet. The darker side was starting to bum me out. Also, I will be getting involved in more guest blogging, blog hops etc. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">No, I will NOT stop writing Interracial stuff because, let's face it, it's ma thang! lol But I will be picking up writing a little more out of the contemporary genre (after Taking a Chance) and try other things. Right now I have TWO out of the contemporary genre stories in the works and I am hoping they actually pan out because I have been spending TONS of time on them. One is a paranormal, shifter/immortal kind of deal and the other is a space-ie/Armageddon kind of deal. But as most of you know, I started school...AGAIN....so that cuts into a huge chunk of my time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The heat level in my writing will change. No, it will not be erotic but my females are going to be a little more--what's the word.....sexier...they are going to be curvier and more like a regular woman. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I will be attempting at writing a book with my baby sister. You can find her blog <b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://cloudandrainbringmessageinabottle.blogspot.ca/">here</a></span></b>. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We will have to hash out what we're writing and where we want it to go but it's something we've been talking about for a few years now. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I am going to kidnap her and see if she is willing to do flash fics from time to time for this blog. If she agrees then it would give you guys something to come here for rather than random rants from time to time, right? So that's the plan there.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Speaking of Flash Fics....I will be jumping on that badwagon and doing some of my own. My sure what days I will use since everyone else is using hump days and what-not but I am going to think maybe Thursdays but who knows? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What else...Oh right, I've added some taps on the blog--with my latest release, What I'm writing -- that kind of stuff. Please check those out...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">More to come as I re-vamp. Right if you are on twitter, you can find me @kendramechailyn </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-26901043898262839492012-05-28T06:26:00.000-07:002012-05-28T06:26:02.195-07:00A Real Life Romance Story<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hello all!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As a romance author I pride myself in knowing most of the times what is romantic. I LOVE a good love story and in today's world we RARELY see anything this romantic. I mean the last time I've seen any real life romance was the year Liam Neeson's wife got hurt and he dropped everything to be by her side. Ever since that day, I will watch ANYTHING with him in it. I'm sure that's not why he did it, he did it because he loved her more than anything else in this world but I respect that so much. But I was clicking through Yahoo News and came across this thing. The way they worded the title I just HAD to click on it. It's about a man name Isaac finding an genius way to propose to his girlfriend Amy. Call it nerdy, call it goofy, I call it BRILLIANT!</span><br />
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Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian)Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263222121420804357.post-80568008629229223622012-05-25T06:56:00.000-07:002012-05-25T06:59:43.623-07:00When Girls Cry Wolf<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the face of a man who was a victim of a woman crying wolf...well I wouldn't say woman but an immature little girl. Brian Banks was a promising football star. She accused Banks of kidnapping and rape. She was a friend--and she did this to him. <br />
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Banks, once a star middle linebacker at Long Beach Polytechnic High School, had attracted the interest of such college football powerhouses as the University of Southern California, Ohio State University and the University of Michigan, according to the website Rivals.com, which tracks the recruiting of high school football and basketball players. - <strong><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://thegrio.com/2012/05/24/former-top-california-football-prospect-exonerated-on-rape-charges/">The Grio</a></span></strong></blockquote>
He spent 5 years in prison then was released on probation but had to wear and ankle bracelet so they could keep track of him. They might as well have just left him in prison. What kind of freedom is taht? Can you imagine, walking around with this thing, trying to hide it or trying to explain it to people when you KNOW you didn't commit the crime?<br />
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It dawned on me as a I read this that there are so many women out there who weren't raped but ruins someone's life by accusing them of rape. These are the women that make it impossible for actual rape victims to get justice. This young man didn't need her to ruin his life. If he wanted his life to be in the pits he wouldn't have worked so hard to be so good at his favorite sport. He could wreck his life all by himself. She didn't even give him that chance. According to her, she didn't want to tell the truth after she saw he was being setenced because she didn't want to give up the $1.5 million she was awarded from a civil suit against the school. <br />
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When is it that money takes the place of the truth and a young man's life? When is the line that you draw from telling a lie? This man was sent to prison...he was a teenager. He must have been so scared and to top it all off, his lawyer advised him to take a plea? How is that right? There was no way this lawyer gave this young man the best advice. When he asked to speak to his mom about the deal, he was told "no you have to make the decision right now." <br />
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And now, even though the charges were thrown out, depending on the law, he will have to go through the process of hanging his record expunged. It never ends just because some prissy little brat was throwing a tantrum.<br />
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There was NO reason for Brian to have been convicted because someone somewhere messed up and decide to screw him over by not going to court and his lawyer should have INSISTED on a trial. So many people let this man down it's not funny.<br />
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Ladies listen--I am so tired of seeing promising young men being tossed away because you decide to get back at them for whatever reason. There are different ways to get back at someone without accusing him of a felony. Leave this to people who were actually raped. Do not put yourself in with their pain because no sane person wants that on them. It's disgusting to tell such a lie and continue with the lie even after you see its about to kill someone's soul. That's what it is you know? You kill their soul because now they have nightmares from being locked up, their freedom was taken away for five years or however long, its next to impossible to get hired-get a loan-get a credit card-get his license...So don't do it. If you weren't raped do NOT tell people you were. It's pathetic.<br />
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Kendra Mei Chailyn<br />
<br /></div>Kendra Mei Chailyn (Kadian Tracey)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13010190432453597364noreply@blogger.com0