tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41235850700879404412024-03-05T18:17:51.678-08:00Author Suzanna LynnSuzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-72713589457565098402022-08-05T12:20:00.000-07:002022-08-05T12:20:02.663-07:00Saying goodbye to daddy<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLvWb58xXz5OEAyL_Q8RgtNccn4VstiI0SjkQxEFmRm47R1Jd5OAPIoHGLPiU2OkM7hBhJgmz2dobLbbuPNg8YKWgZrl-PzjhbXZgyCQBeSLCJ6Fw4x3DyLuqERgKkyKcBydNXHHpnSXwE84rY1Qi50_uLsCHZg_IW_0-8CJDLAf3SAmS5GIUEMEE-uw/s814/297106092_10225039592570094_5959096193295226391_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="814" data-original-width="783" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLvWb58xXz5OEAyL_Q8RgtNccn4VstiI0SjkQxEFmRm47R1Jd5OAPIoHGLPiU2OkM7hBhJgmz2dobLbbuPNg8YKWgZrl-PzjhbXZgyCQBeSLCJ6Fw4x3DyLuqERgKkyKcBydNXHHpnSXwE84rY1Qi50_uLsCHZg_IW_0-8CJDLAf3SAmS5GIUEMEE-uw/s320/297106092_10225039592570094_5959096193295226391_n.jpg" width="308" /></a></div>Yes, it's be a very long time since I've posted on my blog. Life has been crazy (hasn't it been for everyone?).<p></p><p>Three years ago I wrote my first eulogy, which was for my mom. I can never be too serious, so humor was the main component of what I wrote, and read, at the funeral.</p><p>Three years and a day later, daddy died.</p><p>Here I am again, saying goodbye. I'm technically an orphan.</p><p>But, as always, I can't be that serious. So here is what I will be reading at his funeral tomorrow. I hope you can enjoy the humor and get a glimpse of the man I loved so dearly.</p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;"><br />We are all here today to celebrate the life of a man
that would take the shirt off his back for anyone and knew exactly how to fix
anything (as long as he had enough duct tape and WD-40).<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Dad was a fun loving, kind and caring man who was
known for his long, entertaining stories; of which he loved to repeat often.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">His over 20 years as a corrections officer afforded
hundreds of men and women exposure to dad’s unique sense of humor.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">His regrets were few but include eating a rotisserie
hot dog from a convenience store in the summer of ‘98, not training his
faithful Chihuahua Chewy to deer hunt, and that no video evidence exists of his
near-death experiences, of which there were many.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">There were so many in fact that there’s not enough
time to tell you all about them.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Like, I could tell you about the time, when he was
only two, that his dad accidentally ran over him with the family car.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Or the time he was put in charge of a Royal Rangers
camping trip, in which he decided to show a group of 12-year-old boys a fast
draw with his six shooter. A bullet wound and some hard earned first aid badges
later, the boys managed to carry him a mile up the hill to another troop pack
who got him to the hospital.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Or I could even tell you about the time he blew up the
garage while welding, causing the door handle to shoot down the hallway, along
with the cat. It took three days to find him. The cat, not Dad.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Honestly, he had so many near death experiences, the family
joked that his guardian angels’ robes were in tatters and smoking.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">I guess the best story I can tell you of dad’s
guardian angels working overtime, is when he went out hiking with our uncle
Chip. They came upon an overlook that was 40 feet above a creek, fed from a
cave beneath their feet.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Dad, wanting to get a better look at the cave, decided
to jump out and hang from the branch of a tree at the edge of the overhang.
However, the tree wasn’t having any of it and promptly uprooted itself, sending
dad careening 40 feet down to land in the middle of a rocky creek bed. Somehow,
he managed to survive with only bumps and bruises (though it would explain his
back problems after that).</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">For 71 years, dad was literally inches from death,
more times than I can count on both hands. The whole family wondered when the
next accident would be his last.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">But God has shown us, it is only when He calls us,
that our time has come. Even dad, who I’m sure tested our gracious Lord’s
patience at times, would not go before his time.</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">So, I leave you with this:</span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Don’t eat convenience store hot dogs.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">Never lean down with an open flame to see where your
welder is leaking.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: georgia;">And always live life to its fullest.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p></p>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-61058365133380547182021-03-19T14:02:00.003-07:002021-03-19T14:02:23.073-07:00Wolf's Beautiful Beast - New Release and Teaser Trailer<p><span style="font-family: inherit;"> After nearly four years, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08Y7BM523" target="_blank">Wolf's Beautiful Beast</a> has finally arrived! Check out this amazing teaser trailer!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">What harm could come from picking a rose?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Under the silver glow of the moon, Lycus was cursed to run through Blakx Forest in wolf form. All that changed when Rapunzel set him free. Now, after learning she and Red plan to journey to the Land of Oz, he joins their adventure... oblivious to the darkness they will soon face.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Stranded in the land of Bruen, the trio hears whispers of a lost princess and a horrible beast. After sticking his nose where the king felt it didn’t belong, Lycus is forced to join the hunting party to kill the beast and rescue the princess.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Proving no good deed goes unpunished, Lycus is captured by the same beast he was ordered to slay. It doesn’t take long for him to realize all is not as it seems in the abandoned castle and there is far more to this story than meets the eye.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333;">Racing against the clock, can Lycus save the princess before his friends are imprisoned for his mistake? Or will he be forced to choose between his beauty and the beast within?</span></span></p>
<iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Whvy5FtcO-I" title="YouTube video player" frameborder="0" allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen></iframe>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-35377618971336016572021-03-18T01:00:00.004-07:002021-03-18T01:00:03.695-07:00Only one more sleep until "Wolf's Beautiful Beast" arrives!<p style="text-align: left; text-indent: 48px;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"></b></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmxaTV0jYnU4bNcNo74raW4BANnpucjJmV0FZBnXTB2y8mrfLOfC3oQ_CKw_HZnXSO6fxC-PlUtnP79TpPqNZbrexsOw9l7v8fmQEfy_MaUi6-DSV7cONxhPCqdJOSOnVOBnfXTYYHP_5/s1200/1+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEmxaTV0jYnU4bNcNo74raW4BANnpucjJmV0FZBnXTB2y8mrfLOfC3oQ_CKw_HZnXSO6fxC-PlUtnP79TpPqNZbrexsOw9l7v8fmQEfy_MaUi6-DSV7cONxhPCqdJOSOnVOBnfXTYYHP_5/s320/1+Day.jpg" /></a></b></i></div><i><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />Only one more sleep (as if I will be able to sleep) until the release of "Wolf's Beautiful Beast?" It has been a long four years, but it is finally happening. I want to thank all of you who have been so faithful in your love of my books. This book is truly for you!</b><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Well, just for you, here is the final sneak peek!</b></i><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;">Placing
my finger over my lips, I stepped out from under the shelter, looking up. There
was no obvious disturbance. Most of the windows were already broken, and chunks
of the masonry had long been degraded by weather and time. However, high in the
tower, Arabella’s plush curtains billowed through the window, shards of broken
glass glinting in the moonlight.</span><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;">I turned to Red. “Stay here. I need you to cut him off
should he makes his way past me.”</span><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;">“No!” she begged, trembling under her flowing red cape. “I
will stay with you. You can’t take him on your own.”</span><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;">Placing a hand on her shoulder, I steadied her. “The best
way to help me is to keep yourself safe and make sure he doesn’t escape.
If he comes through this courtyard, I expect you to take him down.”</span><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;">I hugged her, kissing her forehead. “If things do go
awry, find the horse and get back to Rapunzel. Get her out of this godsforsaken
kingdom.”</span><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;">She released a shaky breath, nodding in understanding.</span><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;">Without the benefit of a torch, I sneaked through the
long halls of the castle. I had spent enough time walking the corridors to know
where I was going.</span><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"></blockquote><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;">Running as quietly as possible, I made my way down the
long hall that led to the split staircase. As I descended the steps to the
landing, I heard the deep growl of the beast, accompanied by furniture being
knocked about.</span><div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 48px;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>Reaching Arabella’s room, I found the door wide open.
Inside, the once beautiful sanctuary of the princess had been destroyed. The
curtains, shredded down one side, flapped in the wind out the broken window.
Her shelves of books lay scattered across the ground. Even her bed was mangled;
the small white down feathers floated on the cold breeze.</span><p style="text-align: left; text-indent: 48px;">
<span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"></b></i></span></p></div>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-64749290246018419912021-03-17T01:00:00.021-07:002021-03-17T01:00:03.663-07:00ATTENTION Just 2 more days until the release of "Wolf's Beautiful Beast!"<p><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><i></i></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qTJxl35rc69QfHVaiKmBS_lyxVHT4hhFHS5W0nlqPxrlSo0_6_xgqilDaN19ZrajUbzPjGtxXKZhlYIfqA5YEBuDP18gPwpncF4OAUYG-txY4zOa3Zpc0qe38u2w4HNOvhpRXLuq8bAJ/s1200/2+Days.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qTJxl35rc69QfHVaiKmBS_lyxVHT4hhFHS5W0nlqPxrlSo0_6_xgqilDaN19ZrajUbzPjGtxXKZhlYIfqA5YEBuDP18gPwpncF4OAUYG-txY4zOa3Zpc0qe38u2w4HNOvhpRXLuq8bAJ/s320/2+Days.jpg" /></a></i></div><i><br /><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">Can it seriously only be two more days until the release of "Wolf's Beautiful Beast?" The </b><span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><b>excitement</b></span><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> is overwhelming!!! Well, just for you, here is today's sneak peek!</b></i><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Out of the way,” hissed the soldier. “This doesn’t concern you.”</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Jumping from the wagon, I called out. “There’s no need for this. Certainly the woman could be let off with a warning.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“She’s been warned,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “This old…”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Captain!” barked General Drax. “Stand down!”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The soldier glanced between us and his commanding officer. With a heavy sigh, he mounted his horse and guided it back into line with the wagon.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The general nodded to Red. “My apologies. My men can get a little overzealous in their duties.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Do their duties include beating on old women?” Red spat, continuing to stand protectively by the woman.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Of course not,” Drax insisted, placing a hand to his heart. “A simple misunderstanding, I promise you. Rest assured, I will be addressing it as soon as we reach the castle.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I placed a hand on Red’s shoulder. “Let’s go. You have done right by her, now we need to see Rapunzel to the castle. She’ll catch her death in this cold.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Reluctantly, Red turned to the old woman. “Please take care of yourself.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Bless you, child,” she replied, taking Red’s hands in her own. They were tanned and wrinkled, showing the years of hard labor and weather.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Red walked to the wagon. As I turned to follow, the old woman grabbed my arm. The shock of her icy touch against my warm skin felt like a bolt of lightning surging through my body.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Danger,” she murmured, her voice but a whisper in the blowing wind. “You must leave before it comes.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I furrowed my brow. “What comes?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Her cloudy, gray eyes bore into mine. “It comes in the night.”</span></p><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i></i></b><p></p>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-64405169209086821122021-03-16T01:00:00.016-07:002021-03-16T01:00:03.690-07:00Just 3 days until Wolf's Beautiful Beast arrives!<p><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hUD8OcuYUdnRrBOK__9-1wDwj9tdJN9mLZKReX3ZSt5aDO-TalC6rDT5_FP5jHvmEUo3BKNFXcQLLqn9HBdvK_2Hx70y62zYPADy4K_u1fMIkasmeUrz5FzNT_ZjNaJBxwYIXJMd4mJp/s1200/3+Days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hUD8OcuYUdnRrBOK__9-1wDwj9tdJN9mLZKReX3ZSt5aDO-TalC6rDT5_FP5jHvmEUo3BKNFXcQLLqn9HBdvK_2Hx70y62zYPADy4K_u1fMIkasmeUrz5FzNT_ZjNaJBxwYIXJMd4mJp/s320/3+Days.jpg" /></a></i></b></div><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><br />I can't believe it is only three more days until the release of "Wolf's Beautiful Beast!" Here is today's sneak peek!</i></b><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">I first pushed against the door, but it was
not going to give easily. I tried kicking it, but it barely budged. Running as
fast as I could, I slammed my shoulder into the wood. I bounced off, falling to
the floor in a heap. I was almost certain the crack I heard was not the wood,
but my bones. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> “Gods help me,” I cried out,
grabbing my injured shoulder. “What is it made of? Stone?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> The door clicked and slowly opened. “Actually,
I believe white oak,” said Arabella, carrying a silver pitcher, along with a
towel. “I thought you might want to clean up.” She stepped past me as though
nothing about the situation was out of the ordinary. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> I winced as I stood. “Where were you
all night?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> “Doing the beast’s bidding.” She
groaned, setting the pitcher and towel on the small table by the window. “As I’ve
done every night for the past… how long has it been?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> “My understanding is you’ve been
missing for five years,” I explained, stepping closer.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> She turned on her heel, eyes wide as
she searched my face. “Has it really been only five years?” She stood silently
for several moments, staring through me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> “I… uh… believe so,” I slowly
approached her. “That’s just what I was told by the king and queen.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> Her eyes shot to mine. “My parents?
They sent you, didn’t they?” She turned back to the table, pouring the water in
a basin. “Well, I’m sorry to say their efforts will be fruitless.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> “But it doesn’t have to be.”
Reaching out, I touched her shoulder. She jerked away, knocking over the basin.
Water pooled at her feet as she backed against the wall, staring me down.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> “I’m sorry,” I said, putting my
hands up in surrender. “I never meant to scare you.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> She took deep, slow breaths as her
gaze fell between the door and me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"> “Princess, I…”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> “I
am not the princess anymore,” she growled, yanking the towel from the table and
bending to dry up the mess. </span></p>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-11924999556337652492021-03-15T01:00:00.006-07:002021-03-15T01:00:00.267-07:00Only 4 more days until Wolf's Beautiful Beast drops!<p><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i></i></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uy2236m_lDMgZCazZVtdRQdzsYj19WpCEGMnuHaTVA1PA6tTgOP7lDu4DzLIHQJM4fc_bAMUiaEO7o7DEfyGKPC1neSyQ1leY2hIDcRn7Fh3OPkiRb2kC7_FInnlME_UHxar_09NKTTA/s1200/4+Days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5uy2236m_lDMgZCazZVtdRQdzsYj19WpCEGMnuHaTVA1PA6tTgOP7lDu4DzLIHQJM4fc_bAMUiaEO7o7DEfyGKPC1neSyQ1leY2hIDcRn7Fh3OPkiRb2kC7_FInnlME_UHxar_09NKTTA/s320/4+Days.jpg" /></a></i></b></div><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i><br />Only four more days until the release of "Wolf's Beautiful Beast!" Here is today's sneak peek!</i></b><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">A low rumble emanated from the beast as it
turned and moved to all fours. It lowered its head, horns aligning to charge.
The beast’s ember red eyes bored into me, the rumble turning into a full-fledged
roar. It kicked off the ground, snow and mud flying in its wake. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">I
growled, willing my body to act when everything in me said flee. I leaped into
the air, intent on meeting the beast head on. However, as our paths came to a
head, the creature burst into the air, spreading its wings to clear me with
ease.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">The
sound of metal clanged as it landed. I spun, recalculating my attack. It had
landed on General Drax. The beast loomed over him, saliva falling in his face
from its snarling teeth. I growled, snagging its attention away from the general
for a split second. It was enough. Drax grabbed his dagger and pierced the leg
of the creature.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Roaring,
the beast retreated several paces, allowing Drax to scramble to his feet. He
grabbed a long limb from the fire, throwing it at the feet of the creature. Its
eyes shown orange in the burning light. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">The
beast stretched its golden wings, fanning the flames. Hot embers flew toward
the general and his men, causing them to turn and shield their faces.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">The
creature looked at me one last time, releasing a small groan. Then, like a
great eagle, it lifted into the air and into the cover of darkness.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">For
several moments, everyone stood still as the grave. Tension rose as we waited
for another attack. I listened and scanned the area for an ambush. When I felt
it was safe, I transitioned back into the man, grabbing a nearby cloak to wrap
around me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">General
Drax scowled at me as he wiped mud and drool from his face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Clenching
my teeth, I grabbed my bag and headed into the darkness to dress. “Still under
the impression that the beast doesn’t exist?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i></i></b><p></p>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-35543812796079675252021-03-14T00:00:00.016-08:002021-03-14T00:00:04.792-08:00Only 5 more days until the release of Wolf's Beautiful Beast<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25dd6xVNMcrkcqah0QWCUYau_Hgh1q2_whSafYnKMKiKPnSrK1Zhj5oVq4_Ai_Of1AVKOIv2sDSgG4K0CII07T_lBJ1D7Pem0qW9FWbeWb5OQggZB8S3Bqkc2v3dXCOGYfnqcro5i1DvA/s1200/5+Days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25dd6xVNMcrkcqah0QWCUYau_Hgh1q2_whSafYnKMKiKPnSrK1Zhj5oVq4_Ai_Of1AVKOIv2sDSgG4K0CII07T_lBJ1D7Pem0qW9FWbeWb5OQggZB8S3Bqkc2v3dXCOGYfnqcro5i1DvA/s320/5+Days.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i>Just five more days until the release of "Wolf's Beautiful Beast!" Here is today's sneak peek!</i></b><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Red yelped and jumped back, then burst into a
laugh. “Did I scare you?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“What
are you doing out here?” I growled, crossing the distance between us. “Don’t
you know it’s dangerous?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Obviously.”
She giggled, covering her mouth. “The big bad wolf and his wall of flowers
might get me.”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">I
glared at her. “Keep your voice down. Don’t you see what this means?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">She
stepped forward, squinting to get a better look. “Well, given the fact that
these roses are growing in the dead of winter means this place has magic.” She
plucked a nearby red rose from the vine.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“No!”
I hissed, reaching for the bloom.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Pulling
away, she brought the flower to her nose. “Calm down, Lycus. What harm could
come from picking a rose?”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Remember,”
I whispered. “The boy said the beast is attracted to these roses. That is why
it attacked the kingdom before. If this place is covered in roses, then…”<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“Then
we’re standing on the edge of its lair,” Red gulped, glancing around. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">“And
it means the princess could be here,” I murmured, turning back to the wall. I
stretched to look through a gap in the abandoned courtyard.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;">Suddenly,
the air erupted in a bone-chilling roar that cut to the core. Red and I threw
our hands over our ears.<o:p></o:p></span></p><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i></i></b><p></p>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-11852823017076703792021-03-13T01:00:00.007-08:002021-03-13T01:00:00.147-08:00Wolf's Beautiful Beast releases in 6 days!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowcO56rVzcdpVG-5aU-cp3xrvGifnSEu7rus2Z_G3RPSjLa7rZa6dhTmcMBLDaKtPFCe75lvWrs_RIt4H9ROwwpPADQ9CvWiD639hd2rqSTrRQtW4objDr6N1LDzylGNVqrgW7ISaHB7p/s1200/6+Days.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjowcO56rVzcdpVG-5aU-cp3xrvGifnSEu7rus2Z_G3RPSjLa7rZa6dhTmcMBLDaKtPFCe75lvWrs_RIt4H9ROwwpPADQ9CvWiD639hd2rqSTrRQtW4objDr6N1LDzylGNVqrgW7ISaHB7p/s320/6+Days.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i>Only six more days until the release of "Wolf's Beautiful Beast!" Here is today's sneak peek!</i></b><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Arabella looked up from her reading. “I could have told you; the words won’t magically change to give you the answer, Lycus.” She reached across the table and squeezed my hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“There must be something,” I argued, pulling a different book in front of me and opening it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She stood and walked to my side of the table, slowly closing the book. “Lycus, stop.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My brows furrowed as I took in her gaze. Her eyes were soft with apology.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You have to stop now,” she instructed, pushing the books out of the way and sitting on the table. “You’ve already given me more than I ever could have hoped for. I am no longer terrorized by fear of the beast. I’m… free.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I stood abruptly, my chair falling over. “You’re not free! You are a prisoner in this hellhole. You have a life waiting for you back in Bruen. Can’t you see that?”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She shook her head, looking down at her hands. “That life is lost to me. And I accept that.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I grasped her shoulders, standing before her. “I don’t. I will not let you live like this… it’s no life. Just a half-life.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She reached up, her fingertips running down my cheek. I drank in her eyes, nose… lips. The sun shone through the dusty window, creating a halo against her dark chocolate hair. My heart skipped.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Arabella, I can’t leave you behind,” I said, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “But you know I can’t stay.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>She leaned into my hand, cupping it with her own. “I know.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>My stomach flipped when her eyes met mine. They appeared as deep pools calling me into the depths, and I desperately wanted to drown in them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 24px; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“Lycus,” she murmured, leaning into me and tracing her fingers over the stubble on my chin.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-margin-bottom-alt: 8.0pt; mso-margin-top-alt: 0in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="font-size: 12pt;">I swallowed hard, my throat tight. I fought to keep my knees from trembling. Leaning forward, I ran my fingers through her hair as I cupped the back of her head. She leaned in, staring at my lips.</span> </span></span></p><b style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i></i></b><p></p>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-11587470307099997422021-03-12T02:00:00.020-08:002021-03-12T02:00:04.046-08:007 Days until Wolf's Beautiful Beast Releases!<div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_4GUCvVQmMqTT9Q2ByI30flZL0KgRJE-5RLib1t0wH9mmMMTKHQuWSQpHNlyIPiKpw1L3pgpBPwS5wZiiKNJCCvg7Kkqml7CzNRrq2l4D0YN69Xc16vmUs6PRw9sRCztZrAYsk_XN_Sx/s1200/7+Days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_4GUCvVQmMqTT9Q2ByI30flZL0KgRJE-5RLib1t0wH9mmMMTKHQuWSQpHNlyIPiKpw1L3pgpBPwS5wZiiKNJCCvg7Kkqml7CzNRrq2l4D0YN69Xc16vmUs6PRw9sRCztZrAYsk_XN_Sx/s320/7+Days.jpg" /></b></a></div><b><i>Only seven days until the release of "Wolf's Beautiful Beast!" Here is today's sneak peek!</i></b><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br /></span></div><div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Water began to seep from under the door. I
looked out in the hall and saw a steady stream of water coming up from the
stern of the ship.</span></div></span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Time to go,” I instructed, crossing the small cabin and
scooping up Rapunzel in my arms.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> “We can’t just jump off the ship,” Red hissed, picking up
her satchel and bow. “We’ll drown under the weight of the waves.”<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> “Not if I shift,” I countered. “As a wolf, I can carry
you both to safety.”<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> “No!” Red barked. “She’s already so weak. And you don’t
even know if you can force it.”<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> “I did it once,” I argued.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> “By accident!”<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> “Stop arguing,” Rapunzel pleaded.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> “Look, we will all be dead in ten minutes if I don’t try,”
I countered. “Honestly, Red, must you always be so pigheaded?”<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> Her expression changed to that of a scolded child, and I
regretted my tone. I decided I would apologize if we survived. At that moment,
I needed her to listen to me.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> We raced up the stairs to the upper deck. There were far
fewer men than before. I wasn’t sure if it was because they had retreated below
deck or they had been swept out to sea. I carried Rapunzel behind a pile of
secured crates and sat her down.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang;"> “Will it work?” Red shouted against the wind, shielding
Rapunzel from the onslaught of rain.<br /></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Batang; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> “Only
one way to find out,” I said. </span></div>
Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-92160729138276912302021-03-10T12:18:00.009-08:002021-03-10T12:18:57.456-08:00Wolf's Beautiful Beast - Chapter sneak peeks!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg98ZTx20jA75mbnQMK7LFL6TFh-EBcck0UYjD9aXKMW6uUhUZDJuzaYQ43pqwwtIfwhz-YhoXDvuZCBvzATrSfCB-kFOULVn3bL2c4XqmEwgzCaeNDiSe3F9xHhF84Y5nRAoW3GPDCgun/s1200/Teaser+-+Wolf%2527s+Beautiful+Beast+-+smell+roses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg98ZTx20jA75mbnQMK7LFL6TFh-EBcck0UYjD9aXKMW6uUhUZDJuzaYQ43pqwwtIfwhz-YhoXDvuZCBvzATrSfCB-kFOULVn3bL2c4XqmEwgzCaeNDiSe3F9xHhF84Y5nRAoW3GPDCgun/s320/Teaser+-+Wolf%2527s+Beautiful+Beast+-+smell+roses.jpg" /></a></div>It has been four years in the making, but Wolf's Beautiful Beast officially launches a week from tomorrow! The excitement is truly overwhelming for me. I'm excited, nervous, terrified, thrilled, horrified, and more. Of course I'm happy that the book is finally seeing the light of day, but I'm scared what my fans will think. Those who have read it love it, but will my other fans be so receptive? I know you can't make everyone happy, but I want to!!!!<div><br /></div><div>Anyway, I decided that starting tomorrow, Friday, March 11, I will be doing a countdown that includes a daily sneak peek inside the book! Each day, a new section of the book will be released here and on my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSuzannaLynn" target="_blank">Facebook </a>and <a href="https://www.instagram.com/authorsuzannalynn/" target="_blank">Instragram </a>accounts.</div><div><br /></div><div>This will be a fun way to get my fans super excited and ready to read when it drops on Friday, March 19. </div><div><br /></div><div>Until then, however, I thought this little teasers would be a good way to whet your appetite! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-39925488486016009622021-03-09T04:00:00.017-08:002021-06-01T00:38:15.918-07:00Wolf's Beautiful Beast - Release party and giveaway!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJb48910bUGsQyO8LYFDAnyS0Zk8sCcpU48X7G_gFOitWYvk5cEkGmmQ_47snXThEZT6D0s4CKJUZWP55NM_ZhDxi1dH9z4aQV8_tAfc4kTI5thQPQhsuLZIbHTTrD8w5TF8j4xQh44pV/s2048/Wolf%2527s+Beautiful+Beast+eBook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1294" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmJb48910bUGsQyO8LYFDAnyS0Zk8sCcpU48X7G_gFOitWYvk5cEkGmmQ_47snXThEZT6D0s4CKJUZWP55NM_ZhDxi1dH9z4aQV8_tAfc4kTI5thQPQhsuLZIbHTTrD8w5TF8j4xQh44pV/s320/Wolf%2527s+Beautiful+Beast+eBook.jpg" /></a></div><br />Now that Wolf's Beautiful Beast is just around the corner, I felt it was only fitting to start a huge giveaway!<p></p><p>Who wants signed papers? Maybe a free eBook? Who wouldn't love a Beauty and the Beast prize package? </p><p>Well we have that and much more!</p><p>This Rafflecopter giveaway <i>(below)</i> will be running through March 20th, and their are entries you can take part in every day. This gives you even more chances to win!</p><p>For more information, feel free to visit the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/488804198782477">Facebook Event Party</a> for details and pictures of all the amazing prizes.</p><p>On a different note, I simply want to thank all of you who have sent me emails and messages of encouragement as I battled the depression and writers block. I'm so thankful for you all, I can't even put it into words. The true fans of this series are who helped me survive and push through the forest to see the light on the other side. I love you all dearly and am so excited for you to finally get to read this book.</p><p><br /></p>
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<script src="https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.js"></script>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-89868453399146534612021-03-08T02:00:00.013-08:002021-06-01T00:04:57.383-07:00Wolf's Beautiful Beast - Cover Reveal<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEVtu4RlpFQVy3rx_5YFm_2n7tInwoBM8YBwoIPmXJCghSOv7Rtq-fwOqTjWIZxqW1X-RQWFTBsv3GDUk552_iJEAMratcLvC6W2l3NXZI7PpqieuHgIAB07Se68S9OwmX0_I4F9WLpB4/s1200/Teaser+-+Wolf%2527s+Beautiful+Beast+-+harm+from+picking+a+rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEVtu4RlpFQVy3rx_5YFm_2n7tInwoBM8YBwoIPmXJCghSOv7Rtq-fwOqTjWIZxqW1X-RQWFTBsv3GDUk552_iJEAMratcLvC6W2l3NXZI7PpqieuHgIAB07Se68S9OwmX0_I4F9WLpB4/s320/Teaser+-+Wolf%2527s+Beautiful+Beast+-+harm+from+picking+a+rose.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div>Wolf's Beautiful Beast has been a rose thorn in my side for four years. Don't get me wrong, I adore the story. It's just, Beauty and the Beast is my all time favorite fairy tale... like ever. That being said, I felt a lot of pressure to deliver an amazing twist to the classic tale and every time I put pen to paper, my brain would lock up.<p></p><p>I'd get a few sentences or even scenes once and a while, but what had come so easy before stopped as though it has hit a castle wall. However, the story was still alive in the back of my mind, I just needed to release it brick by brick.</p><p>After four years, countless tears, and many rewrites, I can happily announce that Wolf's Beautiful Beast is coming March 19th! </p><p><b><i>So without further ado, let me present the cover and official synopsis!</i></b></p><p><i><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span>What harm could come from picking a rose?</span></i></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p><i><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">Under the silver glow of the moon, Lycus was cursed to run through Blakx forest in wolf form. All that changed when Rapunzel set him free. Now, after learning she and Red plan to journey to the Land of Oz, he joins their adventure... oblivious to the darkness they will soon face.</span></i></p><p><i><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">Stranded in the land of Bruen, the trio hears whispers of a lost princess and a horrible beast. After sticking his nose where the king felt it didn’t belong, Lycus is forced to join the hunting party to kill the beast and rescue the princess.</span></i></p><p><i><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">Proving no good deed goes unpunished, Lycus is captured by the same beast he was ordered to slay. It doesn’t take long for him to realize all is not as it seems in the abandoned castle and there is far to this story than meets the eye.</span></i></p><p><i><span face=""Amazon Ember", Arial, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 14px;">Racing against the clock, can Lycus save the princess before his friends are imprisoned for his mistake? Or will he be forced to choose between his beauty and the beast within?</span></i></p></blockquote><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08Y7BM523" target="_blank">PREORDER TODAY! </a></p><p>Want more? Join us on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/488804198782477" target="_blank">Facebook for the release party event</a> that will take place March 19. We are already doing giveaways and contests, and new book teasers will be revealed between now and release day; so don't miss out!</p><br /><p><br /></p>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-73007992661747202021-03-02T09:40:00.000-08:002021-03-02T09:40:01.088-08:00Hook's Little Mermaid - Teaser Trailer!<p>With the release of Wolf's Beautiful Beast just around the corner, I felt it was time to rebrand my <a href="https://www.suzannalynn.com/the-untold-stories.html" target="_blank">The Untold Stories</a> book series to fit their genre better.</p><p>I personally illustrated each cover <i>(which was grueling but very satisfying)</i>, giving the central <i>mix fairytales</i> theme the focus.</p><p>Once that was done, I felt the only way to truly showcase this change was to create some amazing teaser trailers to tickle the interest of both past, and new, readers of the series!</p><p>So without further ado, may I introduce, Hook's Tangled Tale, now available on <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DQF66DK" target="_blank">Amazon</a> and <a href="https://www.audible.com/pd/B01N2T9S2V/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-075231&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_075231_rh_us" target="_blank">Audible</a>!</p><p><br /></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JW3-35lyNeE" width="560"></iframe></div>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-5840525127266029022021-02-28T18:18:00.002-08:002021-06-01T00:13:09.963-07:00What a long year it was...<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdkSIpZ-NYamMmqsGPtgYUnoU0dD2foYiTxLAxx3QKzxvK6MONkMLEOOYJCNb8uCY5e9FgAf0UmCnMxFbCcd7f3-sZSPA5wW5IblxqcMLWIVxitL92cbBCiJmyi1Z0iHZ2Sn7TRQPLovfN/s2048/photo-1422544834386-d121ef7c6ea8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1945" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdkSIpZ-NYamMmqsGPtgYUnoU0dD2foYiTxLAxx3QKzxvK6MONkMLEOOYJCNb8uCY5e9FgAf0UmCnMxFbCcd7f3-sZSPA5wW5IblxqcMLWIVxitL92cbBCiJmyi1Z0iHZ2Sn7TRQPLovfN/s320/photo-1422544834386-d121ef7c6ea8.jpg" /></a></div><br />I definitely know I am not alone when I say 2020 was a long year. The obviousness for me is in my silence on this blog.<p></p><p>In 2019 my aunt, my mother, my cat, and my grandmother all passed away. It was, to say the least, a devastating year. </p><p>So when 2020 rolled around I knew it was going to be my year <i>(like we all did right?)</i>. It started out great! I had two new children's books coming out. I signed up to attend three different author/book conferences. I even was finalizing 'Wolf's Beautiful Beast' which I had been stuck on <i>(darn writers block)</i> for a couple years.</p><p>Then it hit. You know what <i>IT</i> I speak of. <i>IT</i> which shall not be named but rhymes with <i>Sharona Cyrus</i>. lol</p><p>My kids' school closed, and I was thrown into homeschooling. The author conferences were canceled. Worst of all there was no toilet paper in sight!</p><p>I tried to make the best of a crazy situation. I still managed to get my <a href="https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08NW4MK6T" target="_blank">Buddy the Blue Corgi</a> children's books published, which was super exciting. I decided to enjoy my time home with the kids, instead of seeing it as an inconvenience. We played a <i>lot </i>of board games last summer.</p><p>Then my cousin and her husband got sick with the virus. They ended up passing away within two days of each other. More and more people I knew ended up sick; thankfully all recovered. But fear set in. My husband is an essential worker, and the main provider for our family. He had to work, but I worried for my children.</p><p>After much research, and loads more prayer, I decided to be safe but to give the worry to God. Thankfully, even though my husband is in constant contact with people, none of us has gotten sick.</p><p>This were looking up.</p><p>Then my aunt Rhoda got sick. She had a relapse of cancer. The aunt who I talked to nearly every week, now didn't have the strength to talk for five minutes. She was miserable and the chemo wasn't working. So she made a decision. She wasn't going to spend the last little bit of her life sick just to extend the misery.</p><p>She passed away just after Christmas.</p><p>I know what you're thinking. "Oh my God, this is such a downer of a story!" I apologize for that. It is actually not the intension, nor the end of the story.</p><p>You see, this is a story of perseverance. It's a story to show you that no matter what, we simply have to go on and make the most of life. And that's what I'm doing.</p><p>Last month, I got so angry at myself for not finishing 'Wolf's Beautiful Beast' that I told myself I was getting it done. So much so that I booked my editor! I knew I had to get it done then, or I'd be out my deposit.</p><p>So, I spend many overnight writing sessions writing and editing, and writing and editing, and writing some more. Then it happened. I had finished it! While it had been nearly 4 years of writers block, I managed to finish it in a few weeks!</p><p>Now, I'm busy preparing for the release party that will take place on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/488804198782477" target="_blank">March 19 on Facebook</a>!</p><p>The world is still crazy, and bad things seem to keep happening, but I managed to pull the positives out and not reflect on the negatives. I encourage you to do that in whatever situation life is throwing at you right now. Whether it's personal or professional, whatever is causing you worry and grief, find the silver lining and shine.</p>Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-90280320412401472522019-10-09T17:42:00.001-07:002021-02-28T17:48:22.791-08:00Saying goodbye to my 'Cat on the Lap'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span data-offset-key="92kdt-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Many of you know, my blog is called "Cat on the Lap" for a reason. That reason passed away on Monday.</span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="92kdt-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="92kdt-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="92kdt-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">He was my constant companion (literally morning, noon, and night) for eleven years (we rescued him from a shelter when he was two). </span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="92kdt-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="92kdt-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="92kdt-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">As the family says goodbye to our beloved Donut Kitty, we want to offer some comfort to those who have lost pets.</span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="6q49f" data-offset-key="958sf-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="958sf-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="958sf-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-offset-key="8c76-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">While the Bible does not directly address whether our fur babies go to Heaven, it does promise that God knows what we need to be happy.</span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="6q49f" data-offset-key="e6p7q-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="e6p7q-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="e6p7q-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-offset-key="ft82g-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;"><em>"What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived - the things God has prepared for those who love Him."</em> 1 Corinthians 2:9 (NIV)</span></span></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="e6p7q-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="e6p7q-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-offset-key="ft82g-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="6q49f" data-offset-key="8gbhs-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="8gbhs-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span data-offset-key="8gbhs-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">God is preparing Heaven for each and every one of us. He knows what we need to be joyous. So, it stands to reason, not only our loved ones would be waiting for us. </span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="6q49f" data-offset-key="fsfp3-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="fsfp3-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="fsfp3-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">Another verse that talks of the promises of our Lord is in Romans.</span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="6q49f" data-offset-key="59h2i-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="59h2i-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="59h2i-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-offset-key="2078n-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;"><em>"He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all - how will he not also, along with Him, graciously give us all things?"</em> Romans 8:32 (NIV)</span></span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="6q49f" data-offset-key="8jnsv-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="8jnsv-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="8jnsv-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">God knew what He was doing when he brought that fur baby into your life. He not only hears your cries as you mourn their passing, but He feels the pain those missing paw prints have left in your heart.</span></span></div></div><div data-block="true" data-editor="6q49f" data-offset-key="deelf-0-0" style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #1c1e21; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: pre-wrap; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="deelf-0-0" style="direction: ltr; font-family: inherit; position: relative; text-align: left; white-space: pre-wrap;">
<span data-offset-key="deelf-0-0" style="font-family: inherit;"><span data-text="true" style="font-family: inherit;">So, to anyone who has lost that beloved pet, do not be discouraged. Let your heart be blessed knowing that God brought them into your life, and there are greater things we cannot even imagine, waiting for us when we arrive in Heaven.</span></span></div></div>
Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-45629223479150178662019-09-15T05:00:00.000-07:002019-09-15T05:00:05.214-07:00The Bed Wife Chronicles is on Audible!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Over five years ago, The Bed Wife came to me in a dream. Three days later, the first book was written. <br />
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A lot has happened in those five years. I've published a total of nine books; lost both my in-laws, an aunt, and my mother; gone through bankruptcy; dyed my hair multiple colors; and somehow managed to raise three children and stay happily married. I can only imagine with excitement (and some anxiousness) what the next five years will bring.<br />
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The Bed Wife Chronicles has always been my baby. It was my first story I had written, but I loved it because for the first time I felt like I was making a difference to others. I never imagined how many people would respond so positively to it, and dare I say, would become "Suzanna Lynn Fans!"<br />
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So, in celebration of this five year anniversary, I teamed up with the absolutely amazing David Maxwell. Thanks to his amazing voice acting abilities, we have brought "The Bed Wife Chronicles" to life on Audible! That's right, you can now listen to the story that started it all! No, this is not simply a guy reading a story to you. He is bringing the story to life through his awe-inspiring voice!<br />
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So, be sure to head over to <a href="https://www.audible.com/author/Suzanna-Lynn/B00KHRW98M" target="_blank">Audible</a> or <a href="https://www.amazon.com/kindle-dbs/entity/author/B00KHRW98M?_encoding=UTF8&node=1240885011&offset=0&pageSize=12&searchAlias=stripbooks&sort=author-pages-popularity-rank&page=1&langFilter=default#formatSelectorHeader" target="_blank">Amazon</a>, and grab your copies today!<br />
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Also, in celebration of the release, we are doing a giveaway! You could win one of MANY prizes available by entering in the Rafflecopter giveaway below!<br />
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It's only Thursday but it feels like this week has drawn on for months. We were all feeling a bit down, after saying goodbye to momma. So, my sister and I hatched a plan to spread a bit of happiness to the kiddos.<br />
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We made a surprise trip to Wild Animal Safari, which is a local drive through petting zoo!<br />
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The temptation to grab up a white baby donkey, a couple baby goats, and a monkey were pretty hard! But we decided they would probably be taken care of better at the facility, so we let them keep them for now.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ddr0qbSuHUcURXQnkZWFLsY2Sulasx44IbcRAGsVv2_DPveb7awjx4aQW7jjC9cEMzt878CRzxi9bd-RO1MzpR2GuNJP6K_B8RQAoP1TXvSRbZdPvwFIVNRBrfLGWYkcbAcX386k4G9m/s1600/IMG_2425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ddr0qbSuHUcURXQnkZWFLsY2Sulasx44IbcRAGsVv2_DPveb7awjx4aQW7jjC9cEMzt878CRzxi9bd-RO1MzpR2GuNJP6K_B8RQAoP1TXvSRbZdPvwFIVNRBrfLGWYkcbAcX386k4G9m/s200/IMG_2425.JPG" width="200" /></a>God gave us a little blessing as well. We noticed a goat was acting very distressed. It turned out she was giving birth! We stuck around to watch and another one was on the way! Twins!<br />
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We have spent so much time mourning lately, we have been lacking in the joy department. This brought us out of the gloom and into to the light. A day full of joy and laughter.<br />
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Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-78427199926565964442019-07-29T19:30:00.000-07:002019-08-01T09:16:47.781-07:00Goodbye Momma - a eulogy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It has been a very long month. Stubborn until the end, mom held on longer than anyone thought possible.<br />
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My sister and I worked tirelessly to make all the funeral arrangements. We even decided we would hold the funeral ourselves, instead of getting a pastor that didn't know her to hold it.<br />
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The day was supposed to be covered in thunderstorms, but God gave us a miracle and the clouds parted for our little graveside service.<br />
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The next blessing came in the form of guests. Mom was extremely shy, so making friends in her older years was very difficult. However, friends from her childhood and early married years showed up to pay their respects. It truly blessed me to see so many people having to stand because there weren't enough chairs.<br />
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The big event of the day was when I was chosen to give mom's eulogy. I have done plenty of public speaking, but never a eulogy. After a lot of thought, I decided that it needed to be funny. I was always able to make mom laugh, and felt this final act was necessary to give me closure as well as reflect a celebration of her life.<br />
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Here is what I had to say:<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Family and friends, thank you for coming. It would
have warmed mom’s heart to know each of you were here to celebrate the woman
she was.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>When I decided I wanted to give a speech at her
funeral, I did a little research. As an author, there is always a degree of
pressure when it comes to writing – but when writing a eulogy, there are certain
rules one must stick to.<o:p></o:p></em></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Rule number one - keep in broad. Too many personal
experiences will weigh down your speech.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em><em><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Two - keep it brief. Studies show, people stop
listening after three minutes.<o:p></o:p></em></span></em></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Three - keep it classy. Make it a dignified reflection
of the person.</em></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em></em></span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em><em><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>And four – keep it together. Composure and poise is
key to your speech.<o:p></o:p></em></span></em></em></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>These are great things to keep in mind when writing a
good eulogy. That being said, I will <b>not</b> be keeping to any of
these rules today. While this may be a shock to some, it would be no surprise
to mom. It took great pleasure in making her laugh, even in some of the more
serious situations life threw at us.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>So, as a tribute, I am going to tell you what I wanted
to write in the obituary – but April had the sense to sensor me.<o:p></o:p></em></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Mom passed away peacefully in her sleep at Magnolia
Square Nursing Home on July 24, 2019. It is believed she lost patience with the
nurses and deciding to push the ‘Call Jesus’ button instead.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>She left behind a treasure trove of items to my sister
and I, and we have absolutely no clue what to do with them. So, if you're
looking for an extremely large bookcase that leans, a dusty, chipped, ceramic
teapot collection, a slightly used microwave, or even a 1999 Buick with only
189,000 miles and a trunk full of 763 screwdrivers; let us know. <o:p></o:p></em></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>No, this is not an ad for a pawn shop, but a story of
a great woman, mother, and grandmother. <o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Mom was an avid artist, especially when it came to
painting and working with ceramics. She could put brush to canvas and create
beautiful paintings that seemed effortless. In fact, she had a case full of
every color oil paint you could ever want. However, they had to be thrown out
due to an artistic family of mice who decided to take up residency in the art
case, and snack on the paints. They did leave behind an array of Prismacolor
droppings that would likely be considered award-winning art on the modern-day
market.<o:p></o:p></em></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>In addition to art, she loved making crafts. Hobby
Lobby was probably her favorite store. However, after discovering her hidden
closets of craft supplies, we quickly concluded that crafting and purchasing
craft supplies were – in fact – two different hobbies of hers. Sadly, these
hobbies have been inherited by both April and I; as we too, have hidden craft
supply closets.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Mom loved scary movies, especially the B-rated ones
like The Blog, Jaws, and Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. She was frequently
found watching them while holding a blanket near her face (should the need
arise to hide her eyes). She also found this a useful punishment for her
children, whom she would force to watch said movies should we need a little
discipline. To this day, April cannot look at a tomato without laughing, while I
still have an unhealthy obsessed with Great White Sharks.<o:p></o:p></em></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Once I became a teenager and the “Jaws” marathons
stopped working as punishment, mom was at a loss as to what to do with me. I
remember her saying “I hope you have a child just like you someday!” Obviously,
this was not meant to be a compliment. Sadly, mom had not considered that when
I had that child, I would still be living with her! Jokes on you mom. However,
she retaliated by moving in with me and my family last summer for several
months. Well played, mom; well played.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Though all three of us have led busy lives, Mom,
April, and I, tried to get together when we could. Case in point, when April
and I took her out for sushi one Mother’s Day. While apprehensive, she tried it
and actually started to enjoy it. She even tried some of the more exotic ones
that included eel! However, we didn’t realize just how adventurous she was
until she yelped and said “Wow, that one was a bit spicy.” My sister and I
looked around confused, as we never ordered anything spicy. Suddenly, I yelled
out, “Where’s the wasabi?” Mom had mistaken the large glob of wasabi as an
avocado roll. She took it like a champ though, only drinking a few swallows of
water before moving on.<o:p></o:p></em></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>Once she moved to Springfield, she spent a large part
of her time volunteering at local charities like Crosslines, Boys and Girls
Town, and Convoy of Hope. It meant a lot to her to be able to help those in
need. Even after she became unable to volunteer due to her health, she
supported various charities with small financial donations through the mail.
This became apparent by the stacks of “fan mail” she received from those
charities. If she’d had a penny for every “complimentary” return address label
she received from St. Jude, she would have retired a rich woman.<o:p></o:p></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>If what I’ve said has shown you anything, it is that mom
had a wonderful sense of humor. She loved to laugh, and thanks to the antics of
her children and grandchildren, she had the opportunity to laugh a lot. This is
something we have all thankfully inherited from her.<o:p></o:p></em></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 107%;"><em>So, in closing I will leave with the words mom said to
me often when I spoke to her about my pain and problems. “This too shall pass.
It may pass like a kidney stone, but it will pass.”</em></span></div>
Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-2997263425881703762019-06-26T18:30:00.000-07:002019-08-01T09:07:21.552-07:00Saying goodbye...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After returning from our trip, I discovered my momma was very ill. A year ago she had a heart attack and bypass surgery. Since then, she has struggled to recover, spending more time in rehab and the hospital than in her apartment.<br />
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Mom has developed large tumors in her abdomen. While they are non-cancerous, they are growing and inoperable due to her weak heart. My sister, wanting to spare our vacation, carried this knowledge until we returned.<br />
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After much discussion with mom, while she's still lucid and making her own discussions, she has decided to go into hospice. She wants to be kept out of pain as much as possible.<br />
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A year ago I held her hand as she endured a risky bypass. Today I hold her hand to say goodbye.Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-63004699464334412052019-06-18T08:50:00.000-07:002019-08-01T08:59:25.917-07:00Beach babies and sea gulls<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When planning the trip, I knew I wanted to splurge a little to make the trip as unique as possible. When I found the Emerald Beach Hotel in Corpus Christi, I knew I wanted to have a bay facing window. It was worth the additional $30 a nice for the kids to be able to listen to the water lap against the sand as they went to sleep.<br />
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Being from Missouri, you can imagine we don't exactly get a lot of beach time. We're smack dab in the middle of the United States after all. I hadn't been to a beach in eighteen years. My children had never been to the beach.<br />
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I was concerned their fear of underwater creepy crawlies, and swimming teeth would scare them from enjoying the waves. How wrong I was!<br />
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The moment the first wave washed over their little toes, they were hooked. I actually kept having to<br />
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get them to come closer into shore because they were making me nervous!<br />
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Then, at night, we would order pizza and sit in our room, or out on the balcony, and listen to the ocean.<br />
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One funny incident included the regret of feeding the sea gulls from our balcony. They got so comfortable with us, they stole the pizza right out of my son's hands! We had a good laugh, and he grabbed another slice. <br />
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Somewhere in Corpus Christi, there is a very fat sea gull who has an uncontrollable craving for pizza sauce!Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-47251184114092238962019-06-16T21:00:00.000-07:002019-08-01T08:50:28.502-07:00Bucket List and Beluga Whales!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As I have said, this was our first vacation in six years, so I was determined to make it a memorable one!<br />
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Sea World has options if you're willing to pay. Including a meet and greet with the beluga whales!<br />
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I adorable beluga's. They are seriously my favorite whale. So when I found out we could do this, I was ecstatic! <br />
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This beautiful girl was adorable and would sing and blow 'raspberries' for you. <br />
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The water was extremely cold, as these are artic whales. It was rather refreshing given that it was so darn hot and humid in San Antonio!<br />
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I cried a little when I finally got to love on her (she blew a raspberry for me!).<br />
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It was father's day too, so the hubs got an unforgettable gift (that we just all happened to get to share. To two kiddos were without words (which seriously, never happens) and just sat in awe as they loved on the old girl.<br />
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The other whales were a bit jealous that they weren't getting attention, and squeaked like crazy through the whole encounter. But it was music to my ears. <br />
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Obviously, we saw much more than just the beluga whales. We were fortunate enough to catch both the Orca show, and the seal/otter show. It was almost more fun watching my kids react to the excitement, as it was watching the shows!<br />
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More updates to come as the trip continues!Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-32785729945475748262019-06-13T08:27:00.000-07:002019-08-01T08:37:10.410-07:00Finally, a vacation!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Six years. It has been six years since our family has taken a real vacation. You see, we used to take one every year with my in-laws. We would go camping and fishing for a week, and love every moment of it. But they passed away five years ago. So it's been six years since we have ventured out as a family to enjoy not doing the dishes, vacuuming the carpet, working 8 grueling hours and driving an hour home in five o'clock traffic. We needed this.<br />
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The trip has already started out a bit sad, as our oldest (who is seventeen) got a job and couldn't take the time off of work (though she didn't seem too broken up about not having to sit in the back with her siblings for the eleven hour trip). But we were determined to still have a good time.<br />
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So off to Texas we go!<br />
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It helps that we have so much family in Texas. It has made the stay much more enjoyable (as well as cheaper!). That's more money to spend on fun things, like the Zoo, and Sea World, and of course, our beach hotel!<br />
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More updates to come as our adventure continues.Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-37951833954482008692019-06-12T12:39:00.001-07:002019-06-12T12:46:45.086-07:00The Bed Wife Chronicles is now on Audible!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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5 years ago, I decided to take the stories in my head and put them down on paper that first book was the bad wife. It gave birth to all the books that came later. Deciding to write that series made me the author I am today.<br />
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So, to celebrate the fifth anniversary of my debut series, I have given the book covers a facelift, the Interiors reformatted, and even spiced up the synopsis.<br />
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You can actually get book one, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Bed-Wife-Novella-Chronicles-Book-ebook/dp/B00KHFPM8S" target="_blank">The Bed Wife</a>, free on eBook right now!<br />
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Additionally, with the help of a fantastic narrator, they are now available on Audible!<br />
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You can find <a href="https://www.audible.com/pd/B07SN6GPSQ/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-153670&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_153670_rh_us" target="_blank">The Bed Wife</a>, <a href="https://www.audible.com/pd/B07SNVMZV9/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-153672&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_153672_rh_us" target="_blank">The Heir</a>, and <a href="https://www.audible.com/pd/B07SSDR86L/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-154287&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_154287_rh_us" target="_blank">The Queen</a> (the entire series) narrated by the amazing David Maxwell. It's the perfect time to get it before you head off to the gym or the beach!<br />
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There will be more to follow, including a giveaway to get your free audible copies of these books, so keep an eye out here as well as on my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorsuzannalynn" target="_blank">Facebook page</a>!<br />
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<br />Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-36635658264241109592019-06-07T08:29:00.002-07:002019-06-07T08:29:38.091-07:00Summer Fantasy Romance Giveaway!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4123585070087940441.post-61632510395859698562019-05-17T09:09:00.001-07:002019-05-17T09:09:21.489-07:00The Bed Wife Chronicles is turning 5 years old!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On May 22, 2014, I published my very first book, "The Bed Wife." It has been five years and a lot has happened. I've learned a lot about the publishing world (though I'm admittingly learning more every single day), and decided the series needs a facelift!<br />
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The covers have been redesigned, the interior redesigned and formatted, even the blurb is getting a makeover. However, the story, which I have always loved, will stay the same. I love it far too much to change a thing.<br />
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There will be an official relaunch toward the beginning of June, which will include giveaways and free copies of the books. So keep an eye here on the blog for upcoming events!Suzanna Lynnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03809868705798487201noreply@blogger.com0