I keep picturing her face in my head as she ran away from Sabastian. The lost look on his as he kicked the bin on his way, following her, no doubt to wherever she disappeared to. There was a moment, just a split second that I thought sorry for him. But, how do I feel that when I am in love with the same girl. She is mine dammit. He left her here. She chose me. Why do I feel like I am just a could be and not a should be.
My phone rings as I skip
the red robot.
LIZZY flashes on the
“Hey cousin.” Lizzy
and I haven’t spoken since I apologized at school. Come to think of
it I haven’t seen her since that day.
“Hi Reagan, you still
want to help with my dad’s murder.”
I offered her my help a
few days ago after Mason filled me in with the reason to why Lizzy
was in town. I thought she will tell me to fuck off so this is a
surprise. But a welcome one.
“Yeah, what do you need.”
“I am at the dinner on
the other side of the river.”
“What the hell are you
“I think I found someone
who might know what happened to my dad, her name is Kirsten Bellare.
She was Gina’s friend.”
I make a sharp u-turn and
head in the opposite direction. I haven’t been to Liston Hill’s
downside since we played against Liston Hills Public a few months
back. The place was the rough end of our small town. The people in
the South didn’t come to the suburbs unless they had to. We all
stayed where we belonged. Well, we did before. Things have changed
now in the last year, Mason, Rae and Natasha attended the Public
school and some of the teens from the downside attended our high
school on a scholar ship.
I wasn’t an ass-hole, I
believed in helping those who showed potential but the ones who
attended our school on a scholarship, didn’t deserve it. They were
the kids of our parents employers who were clever enough to get dirt
on our parents or suck up enough that people like my dad decided that
a pay check wasn’t enough.
“I’m on my way, send me
your geo location.”
“Sure, just hurry,
Dexter is here, and things look like they are about to go south
She clicks the call off and dread follows me as I put more juice going 140k’s an hour. I know Dexter and trouble are best friends.
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There are times for things to happen. Places for them to play out in violence, and people who should be behind those things.
I am listening to the bikers bitch and moan about guarding Dainy. The price is right but the job isn’t. We were in the middle of dinner when Dexter messaged me. My father was in great mood after seeing Dainy. In his mind I probably played the catfish and got her right where I wanted her. I didn’t correct his wayward thoughts.
Dainy wasn’t please at all, with my recent misgivings, but I was hoping she’ll admit her love for me, breakup with Reagan and finally be mine. There were more pressing matters to worry about.
When I received the message, I excused myself, saying it was Kent. No need to lie to my father.
Dainy frowned, and followed me, saying she wanted to stop for waffles. I wasn’t going to refuse her, plus, now the bikers could get a proper visual of the one they’ll be guarding. So, I brought her a long for the ride. I was still worried about Dainy’s safety.
Since I received that threatening call, I haven’t heard anything since.
Kent was still looking around, but my father was starting to get curious. I didn’t want him getting involved, at least not just yet. Learning to handle my own problems was instilled in me since I was a kid.
The ring on my finger, and the name I took as my last, with the blood in my veins, said I was more than capable of handling anything that came in my way. Even a killer.
Dainy was ecstatic when I handed her the keys to the jeep after I told her where we were going. And they say money doesn’t buy happiness? I laugh in my head.
I watched her in the car, as her bare legs flexed as she drove. My mood took a nosedive once we walked into the Restaurant. I expected the bikers, what Kent failed to mention was the girl with the pixie hair cut, now dyed blue, sitting on the end of the diner, by the wall, trying very hard to blend in. Lizzie.
“Don’t.” I tell Dainy, aware she isn’t going to listen to me.
I had a suspicion as to what Lizzie was doing here. Right now, I had more pressing matters to deal with.
The bikers were trying to intimidate Dexter which wasn’t going to end well.
“I see my friend has left an impression.” I say as I walk toward them.
I ignore Dexter, as the bikers make way for me to get through. The tall one with his hand on the stool, and a patch on his right pocket, reading Road Captain is the guy I look at.
“So I take it, there is a problem, here?” I slide my hand in the pocket of my slacks. My face expressionless, but my eyes have a hard glint as I stare at the man who is undoubtedly twice my age. His beard isn’t that long, but black, with the first few strands of grey.
“Yeah, the price is right, but as I told your friend, we ain’t feeling like babysitting your girlfriend.”
“There is a killer in town, and my girlfriend is now on that list, did I mention she is a Hallow? ” The man frowns as the other biker on the side of me moves a bit.
“What does that have to do with us?”
“The property you guys deem as your clubhouse, belongs to her family,” I inform them. What I don’t mention, is that it belonged to me, I just made sure it had Dainy’s name on it. My father taught me to have only one plan, no back ups, but make sure that when I had a plan, it was impenetrable. Failure wasn’t a word we use.
“I’ll talk to shoelace, we’ll be back.” The road captain said.
“You do that, in the interim, Dexter will fill you in on the details. I suggest that you see that Shoelace has a positive response for me by the end of tomorrow, I hate to have to give your new president a call.
I hear the bell on the door behind me opening. And when I turn my mood goes from ‘agitation’ to plain down soar when I spot Reagan standing in front of Dainy.
“What are you doing here?” He questions her in an accusing voice.
“She’s with me.” I say as I walk toward my old friend.
He is every bit the jock he was born to be. His football jacket with his dark washed denims and Solomon taks, reminds me of our differences.
His blue eyes that I once looked at as a brother who understood me, now burns right through me.
So much anger.
I smile a bit.
“The question is why are you here? Came to see your cousin? Or came to find out if you still had a girlfriend left?” I ask him as I widen my stance and place my hands in my pocket. I don’t miss his angry eyes going to my ring before I do.
Oh, Reagan, seems like YOU want something Sabastian has, questions is, are you sure it is just his girl? Or does Loverboy have something else you want. Stay tuned Liston Hill’ers things are just getting started.
Thank you for reading, if you could please take the time to let me know what you think, I would really appreciate it. shanRk@zoho.com
It is that short moment of smiles and butterflies. Most of the time it begins with that kiss and ends in those tears and that on going depression. Note I said ‘those tears’ because let us face it, the tears always pour.
Dating today can be amazing. It could be so amazing that you stop and think for just a second that it is a dream. An unimaginable dream as you stare at that person and have your whole life flash by. The past becomes a worthy story, the present a place that is perfect and the future that once seemed dim, blooms with possibilities.
My first month of research gone. What have I learned? I learned that what meets the eyes isn’t exactly what one is getting. In fact it is the opposite. The Christian Grey is far and in between. That Elvis Presley, James Dean gorgeous man is not going to change his ways because you wore that black dress and paid for a fancy makeover. And that tattooed bad boy that reminds you of Jason Momoa isn’t going to change his helmet and one night stands because you waited a day longer than the rest. Nah, what I have learned, is that those guys go for those women who don’t bother with the dress, the fancy make up and even the ‘wait before the third date’ sex. They go for those women who will break them more. (Sorry ladies)
And what about you men, that girl that is always smiling in the corridor of your work place that reminds you of Jessica Alba or Cara Delevingne, isn’t going to notice you because you decided to get yourself a six pack, or grow a beard (They are a hot trend now). They are going to go for their boss or some well known guy that is going to put that big diamond on their finger. And guys, he isn’t going to be anything to cringe about nor drool over. But he will make her stop and strike a conversation with him, so who cares. (Sad but true, so far).
Dating in this modern world, is not a ‘what you get what you see scenario’. It is a tidal of lies, a mirror of differences and a story of fleeting twists. Sometimes, I swear it is so close to a romance novel and at other times it is something from a nightmare or really depressing thriller.
Regardless, those who search for that special someone or perfect bed warmer, keep putting themselves through the endless game of the heart, or brain (I was told recently that love is a head space, that emotions are just the mind telling you what to do).
A few months back, I came up with this idea of writing a book about dating in a modern world. I sort of tested the waters at first with a few people to see their reaction (It wasn’t pleasant). But I am known to do my own thing, and proceeded regardless of the opinions of others, (It is my life, time and energy). I hooked myself up on a date site/s. The thought crossed my mind to lie and make up a fake profile but I chose honesty. My gran used to tell me that lies hurt when it is found, but the truth kills instantly and eventually brings one to life. I believe she had a point to her words and I live by them.
Two years ago, I myself became a single woman. It does feel like a bit longer, (I am still single). I have dated since my disaster marriage and went through the motions but it felt empty. Those relationships felt empty, like I was missing something.
What? I am trying to figure out as I proceed with this book.
It is amazing at how brass and fast people move today. It scared the romance right out of me and left it on the floor in a puddle of defeat. I chose a while back, that I wasn’t going to get myself caught up in the new way society look at dating and the ways in which they proceed. It was a conscious decision and I am glad I have stuck to my guns. (Though I am known to be a ‘runner’ so says my mother). It just means I am too fast to catch, nothing really wrong with that. Not my fault they are too slow. (Just Kidding).
So one month of research and talking to so many different people has really got me thinking about the future and how exactly this story is going to unfold. I have met so many different individuals.
Yes, I do get asked out a lot (I was warned before I started the book). I admit that I did get a bit side tracked and fell for a bit of charm and finesse. It was a fleeting moment, and reminded me that I am in fact human, I do feel emotions. Obviously nothing came out of it and I am back on track, but between you and I, I wish that I would meet someone who will last long enough for me to at least finish a book about our story. But as optimism still blooms brightly in my soul, I believe my cowboy is watching that sky darken until the stars tell stories of their lovers past. He is waiting for me with his heart full of love and his brain wanting to be filled with memories of us. But for now, he is growing, breathing and just waiting. I wait too.
This month has been an eye opener for me. I started this journey skeptical, convinced that I would only find fault, but I have found so much more. I have found strength, friends, people that still keep their heads up after getting beaten and cheated on.
There is wonder in this world, stories that lay in the minds, screaming to be revealed, teaching us that we are so much greater than our past, better than what is seen through a strangers eyes. Face the facts, anyone that has come into your life, is that – A stranger. Whether they have known you for 10 minutes or 10 years, they are and will always be strangers. You are the only one who will ever know you. So love yourself better than you love anyone. Trust yourself first, before you trust anyone else and choose yourself above most.
It is hard at times to make these choices, but as my journey progresses and I learn more, I realize each day that the world looks at you through your own eyes.
And for those of you who have kids, our kids are our greatest treasures, our biggest accomplishment/s. They are the product of what we teach them, the hours of our life we give and don’t want back. One day when they become adults they will teach their owns kids and pave their own way, so let us guide them in a direction of truth, love, and knowledge. Teach them, love them, but do not make them weak. The world is one filled with chaos that can be dark but also just as wild and free.
It’s been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lorne’s case. One week since I’ve seen Sabastian.
We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos.
sharing glances of heated history,
while quietening with still very open wounds and it all felt natural.
But I didn’t forget, I didn’t drop my shields I had built around myself ,
a protection against my curse, a protection against Sebastian Delroy and his binding touch.
Sabastian dropped me at home that same day, and it was three days after that when I saw him again.
It was the day him, Jace Stone and my brother finally moved into the monstrosity across the road from my house.
As a good sister and friend I offered to help him unpack. We didn’t finish until late the next morning. It was four days after that when the schools communications app sent out messages of the house party Jace was throwing.
Jace was Reagan’s cousin so I wasn’t surprised my boyfriend insisted we go and it was definitely a party to remember.
Sabastian spent that night hounded by beautiful women and eventually left to his room with Ashley Herne. I can’t say I was okay with that but I didn’t really get a choice in the matter.
To Sabastian, I was the biggest fraud, I was sleeping with his friend. Recently I wasn’t sure how much of friends Reagan and Sabastian actually were.
Watching him go to his room with Ashley ripped my heart but also angered me, stealing something away from me, knowing that he was upstairs touching another girl.
It took everything in me to not run upstairs and disrupt them. However, it was a firm reminder that Sabastian wasn’t mine.
As for Reagan and I? There is a common phrase , hurt me with the truth, never comfort me with a lie. It seems to be a constant reminder of failures in my relationship with Reagan.
Every morning I look at him , every morning I smile a lie of deceitful intent. I used to crave just having his hands on me, but even that too has become tainted.
I don’t hate lying and as many would convince themselves they do I would not, because lying will eventually be the strongest tool I have once Reagan finds out about my involvement with his dead mother.
I do however despise the idea of doing it to protect myself against my own boyfriend. The same boyfriend that brings me cherries every morning. The guy that whispers delicious sensual promises in my ear at night.
There are mornings when I wake up and ask myself will today be the day that Reagan finds out the truth. I’m not going to make it easy for him if he does.
Reagan can’t just leave me.
I have wanted Reagan Orniel since I started liking boys. I loved the guy. He was my neighbor, my friend and now finally he is my lover.
It isn’t the first time I think that, does my heart and mind go to war.
My heart always beats faster, harder when Sabastian is around, or he crosses my mind.
But my mind , my mind warns me of his hurt, of the pain and power he wielded over me.
My mind cautions me of the moment he destroyed me without even a shred of guilt, he didn’t even have to face me, touch me.
“Dainy, Get your ass down here now, we gotta move bitch.” That Southern belle voice perks me up, and brings my mood to a high.
I’m just sitting on my bed and staring at the blank, blackened screen of my phone.
My denim shorts pulled up to the top of my thighs. My white vest blocked by the fan of my open blonde hair.
Upon hearing that voice I am off my bed and rushing out the door in less than a minute.
My feet take the stairs two at a time and right there by the end of the staircase dressed in tight hip hugging black denims , boots, and a body every woman envies and every man dreams about is Kylie fucking Bray.
We hug each other, and it isn’t new to me that my face goes right to breasts.
“Are we living or dying? You said eleven it’s nine.” I take a step away from her embrace giving her eyes my own.
Since the night Reagan went missing Kylie and I have become closer friends. At first I found it weird she was calling me up, I mean she is a Bray, and it’s Kylie,
She is a legend what would she want with me.
But I soon learnt that she just wanted to be friends. This weekend would be the first one I spend at her place in Washington, it is why she’s currently standing in my house and my bags are packed by the door.
Many men have fallen in the face of grace, many women wallowing under the scrutiny of pride. For me it was not grace that caused my fall, it was the hero complex.
The masculine curse to do the right thing. Self sacrifice as some call it. A laugh bubbles up in my mind at how stupid it sounds. With it a deep fire of hatred burning me from the inside, reminding me.
I left Liston Hills , I left Dainy and all my friends behind for one thing, one reason. I was protecting them. I was protecting her most of all.
Now look at me, I have lost more than I bargained. My Vixen is still out of reach, hurting me, pushing the blade deeper until I have nothing left but hatred, yet I still protect her.
These past few weeks I have taken more females to my bed than I had in the past year. I look at myself in the mirror wondering if I am the beginnings of a monster.
I am capable of murder, I am capable of hatred and revenge. And everyday, a longer wait for my Vixen is everyday my heart freezes , closes.
I stare out the window of the third floor of The Delroy Mansion watching Dainy jump into the Jet, but my eyes don’t pause on her as they normally do. My eyes go to the jaded one, that was once like me, Kylie Bray.
She once loved, not long ago and now look at her. She smiles when she feels the need to, does as she has to, but behind it all she is as hard as a steel volt.
I saw Kylie a few weeks back, with Dainy, Jace and Dexter. I barely recognized the Bray heiress.
Her eyes that once flickered with youth, love, passion and a drive for life ,were dim, dying a painful excruciating death.
I saw Kylie again this morning when she landed upon my request to get Dainy away from here for the weekend. She didn’t give me any of her false pretenses, she kept for some people. She let me see the death in her eyes, the monster she was slowly becoming.
I wasn’t surprised, because my father and many of our fathers have that same look. We are born in money , but we are cursed in love. People like us aren’t happy. We are too greedy.
Lies, become more lies, murder becomes a natural part of life and the secrets, the secrets pile up. They eat away at our soul. Until we are nothing but a shell of hard shield.
Honed to keep moving, driven to succeed. And no matter who, or what stands in our way we are taught that there is no other way but to remove the obstacles.
That is the end for today. Stay tuned tomorrow. Same time. Same Place. And Welcome to All our New Liston Hiller’s
To those of you who are new, if you want the story to go a certain way, drop those comments or email me on shanRk@zoho.com
Well, while I was reading Beauty’s Breath, because it is getting released tomorrow, I had this feeling of so much emotion clogging me.
PHEW. So, with all my dramatics I cried horribly. My daughter was looking at me weird. I told her I was reading and she started laughing and said, “Oh mama.”
So long story short, the book is a great book. I am happier with this piece of work than I was with River’s Keeper. The story has you wanting to pull out your hair at times. Which is funny because I wrote it. But I have always wrote stuff for my own enjoyment so I find it easy to forget that I wrote a book and read it.
I am getting off track again, sorry guys. When reading Zero and Beggar’s fight scene it hit me. Killer’s Story.
So I wrote a small piece and It isn’t much but I want to share it with you guys.
“Baby girl you breaking my heart.”
“Kevin, don’t please, I just, I can’t.” Words don’t come easy when a heart is breaking, it gets harder when the only one who can mend it chooses not to.
“I thought I will never find a woman who made me feel, but baby girl, I love you. You are it for me Sienna. You were never the one I wanted, but you are the only one I will ever want again.”
“I know baby, I feel you too.”
So that is it so far. But I see awesome things coming to the Satan Snipers. I want to spice things up. Killer is also going to get a two or three part story. Then my hope is to write Rivers and Hannah’s story. So more on that soon. Don’t forget to stay awesome. Email me on shanRk@zoho.com and let me know what you people think
Hello everyone and a Happy New Year to all of you.
It has been a while since I last blogged about anything really.
The truth is, I have wrote, and deleted at least a thousand words explaining to why this is the case. Truth? I didn’t know how to tell almost three thousand people why I have been slacking (I use the word slacking with great emphasis) with all major parts in my life.
I do not believe in the thrill or joy a New Year brings, but I do believe in taking a new turn in life, changing your path.
I believe that when you hit your rock bottom you have to admit your faults and your discrepancies to yourself first. Then you have to apologize to everyone else.
So without further a due. Let me try this again .
I AM SORRY FOR MY LACK OF PROFESSIONALISM. I AM SORRY FOR NOT DELIVERING THE STUFF I INTENDED TO DELIVER. I APOLOGIZE FOR LETTING MY PERSONAL ISSUES GET IN THE WAY OF MY DREAM AND THIS VISION WE WERE CREATING TOGETHER. I AM MOST IMPORTANTLY SORRY FOR LETTING YOU DOWN.
I have no excuses and I am not going to make any. I started writing four years ago and on March 25th I will be a Self Published Author for three of those years.
Writing is everything to me, which to many reading this sounds sad but it is not sad to me.
I fell a long time ago, my life has never been a normal one (lightly speaking). I had a lot of challenges like many of you. But I blocked it out because I didn’t want my past, or where I came from to define me.
I want to define myself.
People like to believe that your past plays a role in your life, and it does to an extent. That extent is your choosing. I have seen people that come from the worst places you can imagine filled with drugs and prostitution, who made choices that were hard, and difficult so that they don’t amount to what society thinks. It amazed me then and still amazes me now. It gives the world hope for change if you just open your eyes and see. Stop just looking, start taking it all in. Understand, learn, and become who you are meant to be.
I was still realizing these things, learning so much, and I got lost along my path of discovery.
Not many of you know this, but my ex husband was the one who got me to sit down on his desk chair and put the laptop in front of me. He said write, just write your stories down. (He is definitely reading this and smiling)
Coming from a surgeon I was shocked, but for all his faults he is a wise man so I DID. And with writing books and losing myself in words I became whole for those moments.
I started to reevaluate my life, teaching myself something I didn’t know I could even do. I used to write from three in the morning ’till ten or eleven at night. I was writing a story about demons and angels, Lightwatchers and Asgaurdians, but I was also living in that world.
For those hours I was a girl with the world counting on her to defeat Hell. What I didn’t realize is subconsciously I was learning to breathe. I was finding me. The battle was really with myself, my own demons, my own sins, and mistakes all tumbled up into a kick ass story.
My book flunked when I finally published it (In case you wondering), but I made a box of copies and handed it out to a few people. They said it was brilliant and that was good enough for me, because you see, writing a story to me, is not for the praise, or the glory or fame.
Writing to me is telling you a story, is opening myself up to you, the reader. I am sharing all those hours I put into that book with you. It is an invitation to a whole new world. I am screaming in my words, yelling at you, calling you to just read me. Whether you enjoyed the book it is up to you, the reader.
I am the one who wrote it, so of course I loved it, for every word written and every scene played is all in my mind and now on paper. I like to think of it as this- My books are from my brain, so when you review me, you should ask yourself did you like my brain. (it sounds stupid, but it is something to mule over)
So after that book, House of Legions, I decided to write another book. This one many of you know, it is called Beggar, obviously the book sold A LOT of copies and it set off a chain of events- the blog, website, my first failed attempt on facebook.
I also grew as a person, started looking at the world through other peoples eyes. Trying to understand characters, what makes up a persons persona. I read a lot, traveled, got divorced.
Then I lost it all and at the time I felt low, lonely and I was just writing really dark stuff. Sometimes my hands would start to shake so I did what any author should not. I became a ghost writer, started writing scenes under another name. I joined one of the researching companies, did some research, then joined a publishing magazine. I started handing in my poetry, also under a different name (they published seven of them, crazy right?).
I started posting poetry on Instagram, then published my own poetry book, (that flunked badly) I didn’t care that it did. But while doing all of this, I slowly started to discover someone I never knew (myself).
Years ago I was a simple woman who never had the desire to have friends, who didn’t see the importance of family besides my little girl. It took me the year of 2018 to discover that I am human. I feel emotion, I like having friends and I love my family.
I connected with people, some in my life for a seasonal smile, others in my life for a reason to smile.
I learned a lot in 2018, I even learned the stress of being a single mother with no job and a kid who still smiles when you say no. And that people might be nice to you, but they are not always your friends. I learned that we meet people in our lives for different reasons, not all of them are good ones.
I experienced tears of joy. The heaviness of great loss. An untold agony of hurt. To many of you, this is your life, it is life. Trials and errors. For me, I feel that I have only started paving my own life. From a sheltered girl in a small town to the woman I am today I am proud of who I am.
Everyday it gets easier to understand the one who stares back at me from my bathroom mirror. I am no more lost because I have found my place and writing stories, sharing words with all of you is part of that place I call home.
So I want to start again.
My name is Shan R.K and I am an Author and blogger. I have a beautiful and intelligent daughter that talks at least 3000 words an hour on a quiet day.
I am a reading addict, so much so that I have mastered the art of cooking and reading to the T.
I have never been on a live podcast or video because I always chicken out. I am convinced I have a bad voice.
My mother is crazy, who loves to control everybody ( at least she tries) that I love.
My dad is scary on most days but he can crack a joke better than most comedians and dance worst than a chicken with no legs. (Sorry dad)
I hate cooking, but I am really good at it, especially 20 minute meals, which I tend to do a lot of.
Most of the time the stuff that comes out of my mouth is mostly book related. I have a dog that lives with my ex husband. His name is Falcor (yes, like never ending story), he is born on April 9th just like me.
I have a secret desire to be a vigilante and save the world (I am keeping that one for the books).
I am a terrible driver. I have written my learners like four times and still no licence (sucks a lot at times, nay for me, and yay for Uber).
Most nights I have insomnia so I tend to write a lot of stuff that I will never publish because you guys would think I am seriously a nutjob. But sometimes my mind just comes up with these crazy stories and I have to put it down to paper.
My favorite color is red on most days except when I am hormonal, then it is black because it is all I want to wear.
No matter how hot it is I still sleep with a blanket. I have this crazy idea in my head that if I don’t I will get old quickly, (I said Crazy)
And from right now, I promise to fulfill my promise to all of you and give you guys the best books you have ever read and continue my blog with the Liston Hills Series. This year 2019 I am going to take my life lessons, and break my own record.
I feel it is going to be a fulfilling year. I am going to go live soon on Instagram and overcome my fear of ‘live’ social media.
It is going to be an eye opener for me and the ones who watch. We are going to need a lot of coffee once I start that.
Thank you guys for reading this. I think this is the most I have ever spoken about myself in one sitting but I believe time is wasting so it is best to just put it all out there. Move on. Forward.
Tomorrow I will post the release dates of the books and start prepping for Liston Hills which will be returning February 4th.
Poster and trailers will be going up soon.
What I want to do is open comments on the blog and really bring you all together. So let me know what you guys think and if you have any suggestions please do let me know. I love people with a voice.
A HUGE WELCOME TO ALL THE NEW AWESOME PEOPLE WHO HAVE JOINED OUR BLOG FAMILY 😊🤗
So it took a while….. That seems like the way to start a sentence🤔 with a loaded story.
But I am going to cut this story and say I made some bed decisions and let’t just say Beauty’s Breath was not ready when I said.
I promised myself that infuture when I am setting a release date, I will give a bit of leeway and take into account the bitter parts of messing up when your book is due for publishing.
A big apology to everyone who had to wait and to all of you, the subscribers for not posting these last weeks.
I have finally completed the editing of Beauty’s Breath and had to do it myself, so be lenient, I am a writer not an editor. 😊
Beauty’s Breath was really good to write, it was emotionally charged at times, it is a bit funny, lots of Club stuff with the Satan Snipers looking for the killer.
😨SPOILER ALERT: There is a big twist in the story, and the killer is not who you think it is…. A new romance blossoms between two unlikely club members and there is a new guy from the Houston Chapter.😊
So according to the schedule I set, on Monday next week I will post the Synopsis and the first three CHAPTERS will follow on Tuesday 😊 with a few teasers.
If you want to see some teasers then follow my instagram page on shanrk1
And finally the release date will be next week Friday (7thSeptember2018) 😊
Mark it on your calendar😊.
And you know what else? It is my 10th Book Published so I am going to be giving prizes next week and the following week.😊
So stay tuned to the blog and watch for my emails and you might just be a winner😊
I will be posting about the journey writing Beggar and Zero’s story, some pics and maybe a small video (i am thinking about that) and the deleted scenes(there are a lot of those)
In Beauty’s Breath at the back I will be post a small part from Marco and Aliyana’s story which is the next book I am publishing called Capo dei Capi (Boss of all Bosses) the first book in The Famiglia series)
If you have read Kylie Bray then you would know who they are. If not, then Marco is Deno’s older brother and the main head of the Italian Mafia Crime family in New York.
They are the family of Beggar.
So if you like Suspense Thrillers with a romantic edge to it then give it a read. 😊
ENJOY YOUR WEEKEND AND REMEMBER THAT YOUR HAPPINESS IS THE GREATEST JOY YOU WILL EVER FEEL AND THAT IS WHAT MAKES LOVING YOURSELF THE GREATEST ACHIEVEMENT YOU WILL ACHIEVE.
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