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Beauty’s Breath

Hey Guys

For everyone waiting for Beauty’s Breath you guys need to wait till next week Friday.

I have not gotten a cover back from the People who Design my covers and the book is still getting edited by editors. The Editor will send it back on Monday.

Sorry for the delay. I have tried😊

Enjoy your Weekend and Live, Love and never forget to Laugh 😊

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School Me News

Hey guys

So it has been a while since I have posted anything about anything really.

Writing my books have taken up all my time(sorry). I have started this blog post and stopped over a thousand times over (I am exaggerating maybe it was close to 50), but sometimes my words just don’t come out like they should(perks of a human being).

I have read through the past three seasons and see we have come along way from School Me Part 1.

But for all of you wondering – School Me Part 4 will be returning on November 1st, 2018.

I will do a recap of the previous 3 parts before that and put up some teasers and adverts.

The previous 3 seasons are over, in season 1 we had our introduction, in season 2 we had our storyline taking off, and season 3 we reached our climax and the fourth season will be the conclusion of book One which is going to be titled and published as School Me Sabastian. Next year we will commence with the Liston Hills series Book 2 Study Me.

School Me part 4 will have 60 pages over a course of three months and will be available straight on your emails (No Spam).

It has been almost two years since I have started the blog and from 30 people we have now increased to 2400 people and counting which is amazing.

Previously many of you have been asked to post suggestions on my website, but from November you guys may post comments on the blog as well as email me.

Last year was a very difficult year for me as I had a lot of personal issues going on and I was unable to blog all the time.

I am happy to say that this season we will not experience those issues.

I will also be blogging more about other topics from now until November.

As well as some advice on writing. I have been reading some authors blogs pertaining to ‘their advice about publishing and writing books’ and while many are really informative I find a lot of them discourage New Authors.

I am a firm believer of optimism as well as results(More on that next week).

Back to School Me News, I was thinking about making a youtube video trailer for School Me and I am keen on hearing all your opinions.

So do let me know what you think. I am always interested in your ideas and suggestions.

A warm welcome to all our new subscribers and a big thank you everyone else for sticking around and reading Liston Hills (School Me) and actually taking time to send me lenthy emails. You are Amazing and I couldn’t have asked for a more loyal Group of people. So thank you all

 

 

 

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School me p3 (page 34)

Dainy

My thoughts of Sabastian must cloud my vision because I see him across the field walking to the other side of the school. I look at Reagan again and see he is chatting to the guys and coach.

“I’ll see you ladies tomorrow.” I grab my water and back pack and rush to Sabastian. I am half running, half walking.

He can’t see me and I don’t know why it makes me angry but it does.

“Sabastian.” He turns slowly, his face not showing a slight hint of surprise at seeing me here.

“What do you want?” He slips his hands in his pocket and stands there, not blinking, not even looking at me properly.

“What’s going on with you. Is it about Gina?”

He drops his head, “nothing that concerns you. See you tomorrow.” He turns his back again to me which is not what Sabastian does.

“Sabastian.” I run to him and pull on the back of his suit jacket.

He turns around so fast I almost trip but he grabs a hold of my upper arm.

“Go home Dainy, please just go.” He drops my arm. His face twitches.

“Not until you tell me why you ignoring me!” Wherever I went today he has turned and walked the opposite way. Now, while I might be okay with that on any other day, today is just not that day.

“I’m not in the mood Dainy.” He answers in such a tired way that it hurts me. I frown when he drops his eyes again. Which I find odd as I know Sabastian and Sabastian Delroy never drops his eyes when he talks to me.

And though I know about the fight, I also know that he would not feel guilty about fighting with Reagan. Because Sabastian doesn’t have a guilty conscience. Something else is up and while I tell myself that I shouldn’t care that I shouldn’t feel anything for this man who I once loved. Who left me without so much as a goodbye. A man that forgot about me so fast that it felt as though all our memories were just that- memories.
I know I do, I can’t stop myself. God help me because I feel so much for Sabastian. More than I should.

His eyes that are so familiar still refuses to look at me.
“Why won’t you look at me Sabastian.” I ask him and I know the need in my voice is for me. I want him to see me.

“I can’t Dainy. I just can’t look at you.”

“Do you remember that day in the cabin you told me that the only way to give a person a chance, is to tell them when they hurt you. ”

“Yes, how could I forget.”

“You are hurting me Sabastian by not even looking at me, you are hurting me.”

“But looking at you Dainy it hurts so much worse.” His eyes find mine as the sharp edge of his soft spoken words slay me more than the torture in his gaze.

I run, going as fast as I can. I trip, stumble and catch myself. It is a bleary mess, as the tears that track down my cheeks. The excruciating pain I am in is enough to stop my breathing. Why does he do this? Why does he say the things that he does? Why does it affect me so bad that I crumble.

A few months ago I convinced myself that I hated Sabastian but I know I just hate myself for loving him, for not been able to move past him past us. Even with Reagan, the boy who had me way before Sabastian ever did.

It is no wonder I run to the other side of the school to our secret place behind a forty year old tree.

My knees hit grass and my bag takes a fall. My face goes into my hands and I hail, it’s my cry of shame. A call for a return of the punishment that has become my life.

Hands wrap around my knees, cradling me in. A familiar scent reminding me of memorable times. I bang at his chest as I also breathe the deep scent that is his. The one scent I know for certain can’t break my heart this bad.

“I got you Dainy, it’s gonna be alright. I’m here.”

“Aiden, it hurts so bad. Why me.”

“He’s hurting too, you both gonna keep hurting each other like this until you talk it out.”

“I agree.” That voice comes from behind me. I turn my head from my brothers chest to look at Sabastian standing there.

I want to refuse but I know deep down that it is time we finally had that talk that I have dreaded since I saw him a few months back at this very same spot.

“Go with Dainy, I’ll cover with Reagan. Don’t hurt Delroy.” My brother warns him as i get up and grab my bag and kiss my brother on his cheek.

“I parked at the back, this way.” Sabastian says and I follow.

Hey guys… So things ARE heating up with Dainy and Sabastian. There is still a killer on the loose. And the people in Liston Hills aren’t too happy about it. 😊 Find Out what happens in The Final Part of School Me coming soon. 🐮

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School me p3 (page 33)

Dainy

Our squad was looking great. Rehearsals were flawless.

“That was great guys. How are the auditions coming? Did you manage to snatch any new talent worth seeing from any of the transfers?” I ask Candice who is standing next to me tying up her red hair as her brown gaze tracks over the football field.

“No, but Jessica found two newbies, one was a gymnast.”

“Nice.” I say as I spot the unmistakable man that is my boyfriend. I give him a wave when he catches me staring.

It was freaking hot today. The boys must be dripping from practice. Their locker room is going to be steaming and the reason for that is not hot water.

“tell Jessica to bring them here after school tomorrow. Let’s field test them.”

When Tammy Odell attended Liston High Private in 1982 she came up with the brilliant idea called ‘A field test.’ Instead of the girls trying out with new moves ‘which anybody could learn WITH the right teachers’, the newbies would have to survive a training session with the football Jocks. Test their endurance, we test their mind. A strong mind-set has kept us raining champion for years. And it is the funniest thing to watch. I know I had to do it myself.

I remember that day. It was the first day Sabastian looked at me different. The day he looked at me as If I belonged to him.

Freshman year

“Dainy, you not listenin’ Sienna and Tash are joining us. Liam better not be there. Oh my gosh , did you notice how hot he’s looking. Fourteen is definitely his number. I am drooling right now.” Rae slams the locker door.

“If I’m droolin’ now, how am I supposed to concentrate? I’m sure Jace and Aidy will be there maybe they can distract him.”

I roll my eyes as I slip my bag on my shoulders.
“They are both in the team. I heard Liam is thinking of joining.”

She does a silent scream as her eyes light up with glee. “Did he say that.”

“Yeah, he also said that he would risk your brothers wrath if he didn’t have to answer to Kylie about why he was talking to her sister.” Rae cringes at that one. Yes, A Stone is a Stone. It is hard to be the youngest let alone a girl in a family dominated by Texan men. Let alone have a sister that every guy in our school feared.

Kylie Bray was our school leader and I wanted to be just that. To us ‘a very small group’ we knew her as a laid back, chilled senior who was dating Dexter Kent, a junior. Who actually made it past her brothers. Well David and Michael Stone. I don’t think he would have survived Kevin Stone.

“Ladies it’s go time, asses in the field now.” Kylie Bray screams from the hallway.

“Weren’t we supposed to meet after school ?”
I question Rae.

She smiles at me, “It’s Kylie, when does she ever follow the rules?”

I shake my head and laugh, as Kylie saunters off.

Two weeks in school and I am finally going to be a cheerleader. It’s exciting stuff. I will finally be close to Reagan.

We walk to the open field from the back door of our school. There is about maybe eight of us with the two already waiting for us outside by the benches.

It is good weather now, I know that is going to change eventually once ten o’clock strikes.

I see the football team as I get closer to the stands. They are huddled behind a tree.

“Oh my gosh, Is that Sabs making out with Rita, yuck, gross.”

My eyes instantly look across the field and yes. I would notice Sabastian from a mile away. That guy made me want to throw things at his head. I don’t know why I still even spoke to him.

I watch him , his hands are holding Ritas against her back. He can’t even kiss a girl without manhandling them. What did women see in him. Oh i knew. He was the epitome of bad boy. Add WITH his billions that he would one day inherit. He had all the gold diggers around school falling at his knees.

The longer I watch, the angrier I become. I don’t even think about it as I walk across the field. I certainly don’t spend an ounce of regret when I get to him and smack his head.

“What the fuck.” He spins around and seems to take a step back and into Rita when he sees me.

“What do you want Dainy.” He asks me in dreary tone that makes me feel small.

Rita with her black hair and caramelized skin gives me a wicked smile full of satisfaction when I look at her. SHE is tall, and a senior in the schools cheerleading squad.

“I already got it.” Not sure why I am hurt by his words so much but I spin around and walk away. I am half way to the field when his familiar fingers grabs me from the back of my arms.

“Hey, stop.” He says as he practically spins me around.

“leave me alone Delroy.” I yelp maybe a bit too loud. Another boy would take a step back or drop his arm. Sabastian Delroy is not another boy. He is a boy that wears a suit to school because he can. Sometimes it is bow ties and purple ties. Today he is in a beige linen suit, minus the tie and add in a white shirt and it just pisses me off that he has to be so cute and such an ass at the same time.

“Dainy.” Kylie screams from across the field.

“Let me go Delroy.” I try to free my arm.

“I’m not done! You can’t just interrupt me and throw that kind of fit and walk away Dainy.”

“I already did, too bad.”

“Sabastian move it.” Kylie says from closer this time.

“Give me a minute Kylie.” He says to her but doesn’t stop looking at me. At the back of my mind I’m thinking ‘wow’ did he just stand up to Kylie Bray.

“I’ll give you all the time you need sugar, but Ms Hallow here doesn’t get the same deal. Dainy, move your ass to the field, Sabastian get your hands off the frighten girl. SHE ain’t ready for your brand of crazy yet.”

“Not yet.” He says it as a promise, of what I don’t know. And I swear I feel the brush of his thumb on the underneath of my arm before he lets it go. I turn around instantly and run toward the girls and Jocks across from me. I turn my head and see Sabastian standing in the middle of the field. His hands are in his pocket and he is staring at me. A cold shiver runs up the arm he griped just a minute ago.