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Bam! #MFRWauthor

This week’s prompt is a really good one. 

 

Getting my first acceptance email was so exhilarating. I can remember it like yesterday. I was sitting in a hotel room in Columbus, OH while my then husband was in continuing education classes. I opened up my email and Bam! there it was. You’ve been accepted from Whispers Publishing. 

 

Had I been  at home, I’d have run around screaming and shouting the good news. Since I was in a hotel they  wouldn’t have really appreciate that type of exuberance, so I kept it to a happy dance. And wouldn’t you know it the first three people I called didn’t answer the phone. I mean, c’mon my sister, dad, and partner have been there through all the rejections and they couldn’t answer the phone?! Do you know how hard it was to keep my excitement under wraps? Finally, my children answered the phone and they were as excited as teenage boys can be. 

 

As for changing my life, it was outside validation that I was worth publishing. A professional saw my worth, my potential and said yes. 

 

That first acceptance led to more acceptance. I met other authors, editors, attended workshops, fans, and publishers. 

 

I’ve made friends, enemies, and everything in between. Being offered a contract allowed me to flourish and grow as a writer and a person.

 

 I’m not rich yet, but I understand what makes a good story. I have what it takes to be a bestselling author. If some of today’s #1 best sellers can head hop well so can I.

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“What the hell have you done to my sister?” #MFRWhooks

Moses Hawke has loved Sin from the moment he laid eyes on her, but being with her cost him a good friend and valuable partnership.

 
Sin knows what Moses sacrificed to be with her and she’s willing to keep a few secrets of her own to maintain their peaceful existence.

 

Some things are not meant to be hidden and when all Sin’s transgressions become known, she’s left to wonder if Moses will still be there to protect her.

 

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Excerpt

“Not now, Madisin.”

“I can’t believe you. Is this how you repay our friendship?” BJ hurled the jewelry at his feet. “You turn her into one of your conquests?”

 

Moses gritted his teeth, aware that movement in the gym had ceased.

 

“What the hell have you done to my sister?”

 

He glanced at the broken chain on the floor, then at BJ. “You’re way out of line.”

 

BJ sneered and swung a large fist at his face. Moses blocked the blow with his left forearm and tossed a right hook to the other man’s jaw. BJ stumbled backward and Sin screamed.

 

“Don’t ever put your put your hands on her like that again.” Moses stalked toward him.

 

BJ rushed him, catching him around the middle. Both men went down, grappling for a hold. Moses made it to his feet first, his forearm wrapped around BJ’s neck in a side chokehold.

 

“I don’t want to do this with you, man. We’ve been friends for too long to let some bull come between us like this.”

 

The other man grunted. “You shouldn’t have slept with my sister.”

 

“She makes her own decisions.” Moses dragged him toward the now vacant ring and tossed him beneath the bottom rope. He quickly climbed onto the lip of the ring, grabbed the top rope and vaulted over it. He barely managed to duck the clothesline waiting for him.

 

They fell into an elbow and collar lock. Each man had a hand behind the other’s neck and gripped an elbow. Moses broke the hold first, grasping BJ’s wrist and twisting it behind his back. The man howled. He shoved him to one corner of the ring.

 

Moses stared his opponent in the eyes. “I love your sister, from the moment I laid eyes on her.” Still holding BJ’s arm, Moses backpedaled, bringing the other man with him and whipped forward, shoving him hard to aid his forward momentum.

 

At the last minute BJ turned, his back hitting the opposite corner, where he snapped off the ropes. Moses met him with a scoop slam. He bent at the knees, hooked one arm between the legs, held him over his head for two heartbeats, before releasing him and stepping away.

 

Thwack! The slam of a heavy body on a mildly soft surface reverberated through the room. Panting, BJ crawled to the ropes and hung out the side.

 

Moses tracked him across the ring. If BJ could come in here and try to dress him down in front of everyone, then he could take this ass whupping. He palmed his head. BJ tossed an elbow in his gut, driving him backward a few steps, then jumped to his feet.

 

He grabbed BJ’s shirt, ripping the sleeve. Moses spun behind the man, bent his knees and held BJ around the waist, back to chest. Moses bounced, lifting BJ to his shoulder, and fell backward.

 

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Fear or failure? #MFRWauthor

Fear is not an option- is probably one of the best lines from the movie True Lies. After all, does a spy really pee his pants when he sees a gun? Or has a lipstick held under his chin?

 

There’s some sort of proverb that says courage isn’t about being brave but being brave enough to face one’s fears, or something along those lines. Fear is such a small word, but it can have a huge impact of one’s life and the loves of others. Fear has a way  of turning into bitterness, envy, and hatred. DOn’t believe me, look at history for examples. The Spanish wanted gold. Men feared black men were too affluent and powerful in their homeland, so the foreigners decided to make them less than human. Look at any war and somewhere in there fear plays a role.

 

Fear of losing something can cause you to hold onto so tightly to what you have that you’re willing to do whatever it takes to hold on to it.

Fear of failure. You’ve heard the stories of some famous writers receiving hundreds of rejections before they finally hit it big. Hershey went bankrupt several times before he became famous, Ben Franklin found hundreds of ways to not make a lightbulb before he finally made a lightbulb. Harriet Tubman ferried dozens of slaves to freedom, Maya Angelou continued to rise and Aretha earned Respect. in an era where there was a color line.

So what would’ve happened if these famous figures allowed their fears to rule hater lives? I shudder to think of the alternatives.

Someone else would step in and we’d still have electricity. freedom. poetry and music or would we?

Fear of failure, I deal with it everyday. One day I’ll say I’m mostly blind. Do you know how disconcerting it is to walk less than a foot from busy traffic  with only a dog as a guide? Or to walk in an unknown space with only a stick to navigate whatever obstacles may lay in wait? Or perhaps the unthinkable happens and you’re hit by a car while walking home from the gym.  Or Maybe things didn’t go well with a relationship and now what, never look for love again?

Many times we miss out on blessings because we’re so wrapped up in fear. Some fear is healthy like sticking your hand in the fire or choosing to park beneath a light in a parking lot if you’re alone, not walking down a dark alley in an unknown neighborhood. Or my personal favorite hiding in the bathroom when the monster is coming for you. Um don’t hide go outside and get amongst some people.  Sorry, I digress.

If we allow fear to rule our lives we’d never know what it’s like to overcome, to be great, to be courageous. To love. Fear is just another way to give up and not try again. I face my fears everyday and I’m better for it. Can you say the same?

Fear is not an option.

 

 

 

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