When I was ten
1993, I’d been alive for an entire decade. My age finally had TWO digits in it! My ‘teens’ were quickly approaching and my ‘boobs’ were developing nicely. I lived with my mom and my little brother in a two bedroom apartment in a mediocre neighborhood.
Teen Beat mini-posters were all the rage and you better believe my cheaply painted white walls were covered floor to ceiling. Barbie’s and their miniature accessories packed into plastic bins, still played with regardless of the pre-teen décor my room possessed. I’m sure I owned more than one pair of slouch socks and it is just as likely they stuck out of the tops of my L.A. Gears
When I was ten, twenty years ago, I had a handful of friends that lived in my apartment complex. Three of us, nearly inseparable, got into shenanigans as often as we could. There were a few mulberry trees that hung over the cinderblock wall that separated our hovel of an apartment complex from the moderately priced homes on the other side. On hot summer days we’d ride our bikes passed the hanging branches and snatch up the ripe berries. Once, we got it in our heads to mash up the berries into a juicy sludge, mix it with water, and sell it to residents of our complex. It was a lovely shade of purple when we were finished. We sold four cups that day. Our business didn’t really get off the ground.
I couldn’t get enough of the movie Princess Bride. Cary Elwes and Robin Wright – a happy ending type of movie full of kissing stuff. I still love the movie and watch it as often as I can, but the warm and gooey sensation has never really caught on with me.
Two decades later not much has changed. My age still has two digits in it. My ‘mid-life crisis’ is quickly approaching and my ‘boobs’ are deflating nicely. I live with my mom (technically she lives with me) and my husband in a three bedroom house in a quaint little neighborhood. Teen Beat and Barbie are still staples in my home, but they are confined to one room and are adored by my nine year old. I actually just bought a pair of LA Gears this summer. I have no slouch socks to go with them. Last I knew my close nit friends grew up too and are living somewhere in the town where I grew up. I have no clue if they are involved in mulberry juice making.
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The Scene (Dylan Hart book 1)
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13494123-the-sceneEndless Night (Dylan Hart book 2)
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16079648-endless-nightSacrifice (Dylan Hart book 3) COMING SOON!!!
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18231344-sacrificeBecoming (Lynnie Russell novella trilogy)
The Scene (Dylan Hart #1)
Irreverent twenty-something, Dylan Hart, has her little black heart set to cash-in on the blood-drained bodies of seven prostitutes scattered throughout southern California.
In search of the culprit of the media-dubbed Vampire Massacres, journalist Dylan Hart dives head first into L.A.’s sanguinary ‘vampire’ subculture, in an attempt to write her first best-selling novel and pay off her ever growing student debt.
Dylan drinks whiskey, smokes like a chimney, and possesses a mouth she wouldn’t kiss her mama with and with the aid of her statuesque hetero-life-mate Tatum Price, Dylan takes the case head-on, slicing her way through the absurd, the ethereal and the deadly serious, of the underground ‘vampire’ community. But lies and skepticism keep Dylan from the facts hidden within fiction and the danger lurking right under her nose. It’s all shits and giggles until a dead body pops up at your back door.
Endless Night (Dylan Hart #2)
The bitch is back in this second installment of the Dylan Hart Odyssey of the Occult series. The irreverent Dylan Hart, once again, graces us with her presence, this time from down in New Orleans. She has drug along her band of misfit vampires, but this time blood drinkers are the least of her worries. Dylan finds herself entangled in the underground world of blood and lust when she encounters a new, and much more frightening, villain. Voodoo. Who do?
Sacrifice (Dylan Hart #3)
——-> COMING SOON!!! <——-
Dylan has found herself in quite the conundrum…oh shit, who are we kidding?
She’s ass deep in death and it’s knocking down her door. Literally.
Endless Night left you with your heart pounding and your stomach in your butt…book three will flip you upside down and take you on a ride that’ll leave your knees quivering and your head lying on the floor…literally.
Becoming (Lynnie Russell #1)
“I’m Sharlene Carolynn Diamond Russell, but most folks around Havana call me Lynnie. I want to tell you about the day a chance encounter changed my life forever. From a few sweet smooches to gut churning transformations, this is the story of the events that led to my Becoming.”
Country girl paranormal novella from author R.M. Gilmore (author of the Dylan Hart Odyssey of The Occult series). A new twist on an old classic. Havana, Arkansas isn’t exactly the picture of mystics and magic, but Lynnie Russell learns quickly you can’t judge a book by it’s cover. She discovers myths and legends are alive and well in her tiny little town and she is at the center of it.