What's the scenario Wednesday: Words of Wisdom
What’s the Scenario Wednesday.
This week’s theme Words of Wisdom.
I have chosen to do a small quote.
No matter how many goals
you have achieved, you must set your sights on a higher one. ~Jessica Savitch
There
is a saying that “without a vision the people will perish”. Write the vision
and make it plain.
If
you can see yourself achieving the goals that you have set for yourself, then
you will achieve them. The key is to not give up. No matter how many obstacles
you face keep pushing forward. Failure is when you don’t even try.
Think
bigger than a microwave oven.
Wisdom
+ Knowledge = The understanding that you can do whatever you set your mind to
do. So do it big in 2012. Until next week.
Peace,
~Serenity
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PEACE, JOY, LOVE, HOPE TO ALL!!!
~SERENITY!~
PEACE, JOY, LOVE, HOPE TO ALL!!!
~SERENITY!~
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need: a successful career, wealth, good looks, beautiful women, and a good
name. Little do they know that Brandon feels as if his life is falling apart.
In addition to having to rebuild his office after a major fire, he’s dealing
with the loss of a child and the possibility of losing the one woman he’s ever loved. The thought of losing his wife is the
straw that is threatening to push him over the edge.
The oldest
daughter of one of the most prominent African-American families in Atlanta,
Dominique Shaw is fiercely independent and doesn’t have a desire to be a part
of her family’s security and finance businesses. Wanting to forge her own path,
she traveled to New York and pursued her dream of becoming an attorney. Through doggishness, she made her dream come
true and as a result is well known in legal circles. What isn’t well known is the fact that along
the way, she fell in love, got pregnant, and married Brandon Cameron.
Due to
circumstances beyond her control, Dominique comes face-to-face with her past.
Will she be able to finally live that life she’s longed for with the man she
loves? Or will the rollercoaster that’s become her life force her to sacrifice
the chance for happiness once again?
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What's the Scenario Wednedsay. Theme: Man in Uniform
Once again it’s
What’s the Scenario Wednesday. This week’s theme is Man in Uniform. I’ve
chosen a theme from an upcoming release, Someone
to Watch Over Me. This story will release late October, 2011. I don’t have a cover yet and will post
just as soon as I get it. It’s not about a man in uniform, but the hero does
serve and protect his woman. Have a peek and let me know what you think. Enjoy!
Setting: Boston. Seagram Hotel
**Unedited
Excerpt**
“Ooh,”
London groaned out loud. Her entire body tensed up as she grabbed her head with
her hands. “Oh God! Why now? Why me?”
These
headaches had become such a bother that, with the suggestion of her medical
doctor, she’d actually made an appointment to see a neurologist next week. Not
that it would do any good. She was sure that it was just stress from all that
was going on in her life that had started her migraines. She’d had headaches in
college, too, but never this debilitating. Even breathing hurt.
London
wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a knock at her door. Her head was
hurting so bad that she might have just heard the hammering going on in her
skull. Freak, this one was a doozy. They usually only lasted a few minutes but the
one last night had stuck around for almost ten minutes, and she’d had the one
today for over twenty minutes.
“What’s
wrong?” came a familiar voice from somewhere inside her office. Was that
Connor? Or was she hearing things? London wasn’t sure, and her head was hurting
too bad to even think about lifting it. She must’ve cried out in pain, because
the voice she thought she’d imagined was real and Connor was bending down in
front of her.
“London,
what’s wrong?” His usually well-modulated voice was louder than usual, and his
eyes were wide.
She
wanted to ask him what the hell he was doing here but thought better of it. Tossing
out insults was not going to make the pain go away.
“My…head…hurts…bad.
Oh God, Connor, I think I’m going to be sick.” She cried out in pain and
started to get up, but shifting her body only a few inches made her feel light-headed.
Connor’s left hand pushed her back down and his right set trash can in front of
her face. She heaved and vomited until she felt as if every piece of food she’d
ever eaten was being expelled from her body. When she’d finished, Connor was
kneeling in front of her again with a wet towel in his hand.
“Here
you go,” he whispered wiping her face with the towel. “Should I take you to
emergency?”
She
tried to shake her head no but didn’t want to risk the pain. She opted for laying her head back on her
desk. “I…don’t think so. It should pass…in a minute,” she whispered so as not
to aggravate the pain.
“Are
you sure?” Connor asked in a voice full of concern. “I’ve never known you to
suffer headaches so badly that you’ve become ill. What’s going on, London? Is
the press still hounding you?”
“Not… as much as they used to. There’s always
a stray one here and there. Nothing I can’t handle. I think we’re becoming old
news. Now if my folks would lay off my back everything would probably be all
right in London’s world,” she murmured around another bout of pain.
“You’ve
been working too hard. You need to slow down, London. You don’t even have to work at all. You have
plenty of money that you rarely use as it is. I’m taking you up to the private
suite. No objections,” he added firmly.
She had
objections, plenty of objections, but the thought of resting her head on a cool
pillow stole all thoughts of resistance. “Maybe if I lie down for a bit the
headache will go away and I’ll stop seeing double,” she mumbled, pushing
herself to her feet. Immediately, the room whirled around her as if she were on
a ride at a carnival. “Whoa,” she said.
“Come
on.” Connor bent down and scooped her up like she was no bigger than a sack of
potatoes. London shrieked and immediately wished she hadn’t…the pain in her
head intensified.
“Just
keep still and lay your head against me,” Connor commanded.
Oh, how
she would have loved to give in to that firm voice, but…“Connor you can’t carry
me out of here. Think of the employees…and the media.”
“I can,
I will, and I am. No one will see us but security. Or have you forgotten about
the private elevators leading to the suite?” Connor replied.
“Ugh,”
she groaned. It must be the headache because she most certainly had forgotten.
“No
worries. Relax, sweetheart, I’ll have you upstairs and in bed in a jiffy,” he
remarked as he walked out of London’s office towards the private bank of
elevators leading to the presidential suite.
London
closed her eyes and relaxed against Connor’s broad chest. It felt good being
held like this, even if it was only for a few moments. She’d savor this feeling
while she could. It had been a long time since Connor had held her so tenderly.
Anyway, the divorce was almost final so this was probably a one-shot deal.
London
sighed deeply and buried herself further into Connor chest. She heard him tell
security to make sure that there were no paparazzi lurking around. He barked
out a few more orders as he stepped into the elevator. So like Connor to take
control of the situation. So authoritative.
“Is your headache getting any better London?
Are you sure you don’t want to go to emergency? He asked. “Never mind, don’t
answer. Just relax. I can see by the pinched expression on your face that
you’re still in pain.”
The
elevator gave a quiet hiss as it came upon their floor and stopped. The doors
opened.
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