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#Tuesday Book Blog~#Out of Time… #MysteryThriller #Excerpt
Kate Devereau wakes up in the hospital … unable to speak or move after a brutal attack by her ex-husband. Her brain has shut down, refusing to remember her dark and disturbing past. A past that conceals a web of painful secrets. Can she gradually piece her shattered life back together, Or will she discover…
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Book Review for Nasty Little Cuts by Tina Baker #Psychological Thrillers #Review
A nightmare jolts Debs awake. She leaves the kids tucked up in their beds and goes downstairs. There’s a man in her kitchen, holding a knife. But it’s not an intruder. This is her husband Marc, the father of her children.Once, their differences were what drew them together. Him, the ex-army officer from a good…
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A Distant Echo… #Poetry
A Distant Echo Trapped under the ice No one can hear you scream. The sound you made, held as if between two sheets of glass. Melt waters carry it far away To be heard as a distant echo From a lost time. A repeating pattern of cosmic design Nothing is lost, nothing goes to waste…
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It had to Happen, I suppose…
I wondered how long it would take for the battle to begin… I have been enjoying my new routines, and the amount of work I am getting to, so I shouldn’t really be surprised if life didn’t decide to throw a couple of spanners in the works, just to see if I rise to the…
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Another Tiny Buddha Day…
These days, all my paths are starting to look unfamiliar!
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A Lovely Day…
The Japanese Quince First thing yesterday morning I popped outside to fill up the birdfeeders before the promised rain arrived. On my way past the bonsai, I caught a glimpse of scarlet flowers, with the familiar bright yellow stamens. It was a sight to gladden my heart, as I realised that the pigeons hadn’t dined…
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Passing Through… #Poetry
Be aware, I am slowly passing through your world Stirred by all the emotions I see. I check each groggy face searching for the trigger that puts that strange look in your eyes. I travel through your dream space, through pale landscapes Where I find many of you cursed by low dark thoughts. There is…
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A Tiny Buddha Day…
Sounds like a plan, doesn’t it? No stress yesterday, and letting go of worries… But I have been striving for this for such a long time… Will I manage to achieve some peace, for it’s crucial while I’m editing!
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#Tuesday Book Blog~#Out of Time… #MysteryThriller #Excerpt
Kate Devereau wakes up in the hospital … unable to speak or move after a brutal attack by her ex-husband. Her brain has shut down, refusing to remember her dark and disturbing past. A past that conceals a web of painful secrets. Can she gradually piece her shattered life back together, Or will she discover…
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Book Review for Nasty Little Cuts by Tina Baker #Psychological Thrillers #Review
A nightmare jolts Debs awake. She leaves the kids tucked up in their beds and goes downstairs. There’s a man in her kitchen, holding a knife. But it’s not an intruder. This is her husband Marc, the father of her children.Once, their differences were what drew them together. Him, the ex-army officer from a good…
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A Distant Echo… #Poetry
A Distant Echo Trapped under the ice No one can hear you scream. The sound you made, held as if between two sheets of glass. Melt waters carry it far away To be heard as a distant echo From a lost time. A repeating pattern of cosmic design Nothing is lost, nothing goes to waste…
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It had to Happen, I suppose…
I wondered how long it would take for the battle to begin… I have been enjoying my new routines, and the amount of work I am getting to, so I shouldn’t really be surprised if life didn’t decide to throw a couple of spanners in the works, just to see if I rise to the…
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Another Tiny Buddha Day…
These days, all my paths are starting to look unfamiliar!
-
A Lovely Day…
The Japanese Quince First thing yesterday morning I popped outside to fill up the birdfeeders before the promised rain arrived. On my way past the bonsai, I caught a glimpse of scarlet flowers, with the familiar bright yellow stamens. It was a sight to gladden my heart, as I realised that the pigeons hadn’t dined…
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Passing Through… #Poetry
Be aware, I am slowly passing through your world Stirred by all the emotions I see. I check each groggy face searching for the trigger that puts that strange look in your eyes. I travel through your dream space, through pale landscapes Where I find many of you cursed by low dark thoughts. There is…
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A Tiny Buddha Day…
Sounds like a plan, doesn’t it? No stress yesterday, and letting go of worries… But I have been striving for this for such a long time… Will I manage to achieve some peace, for it’s crucial while I’m editing!
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 