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Write about what you fear the most.

That’s what I did again. I think if we all take a close look at our fears, we probably have more than a few, but there’s one in particular for me that has always been prominent in my life.

Anti Semitism.

I’m a descendant of two Holocaust survivors who lived out full lives. I’m beyond grateful for the chance to have had that time with them. I was able to hear their stories, but unfortunately, also witness the grief in their eyes. Though I was young when most conversations were in motion, I was old enough to understand the velocity of their stories. 

Happy Valentines Day, Loves!

I’ll start this post by saying, I understand why Valentines day is so controversial. It’s a holiday that excludes anyone who isn’t in a happy relationship. Some people prefer to be alone, and some are going through heartache. It’s taken me a long time to understand the deeper meaning of this holiday, mostly because I spent so long yearning to celebrate it in the old-fashioned swept off my feet way. I’ve come to find that once you have that kind of relationship, you don’t need a day to prove it. Furthermore, I feel like I got a good taste of this comprehension while I sat in Starbucks, watching people walk in to the romantic atmosphere oozing with old songs that scream “love is in the air". Except there were so many people who looked sad or just stressed out, and I began to wonder if the holiday causes more heartache than love. I kind of wish Valentines Day would morph into the type of holiday where people show an act of kindness, or maybe just a day where people show love in general without the pressure of being in a happy situation in life. This isn’t an anti-Valentines day post because I’m thrilled for those who are happily celebrating. In fact, I do have a wonderful husband and we do little things to celebrate the days privately, but I don’t feel the need to prove it on one day of the year. However, I would like to offer kindness to everyone I can. If anyone needs a boost or a hug, I’d love to be that person.

With that said, I want to tell you all that I appreciate you. I’m grateful for you and adore the support you give me. If there is ever anything I can do for you, please tell me.

I was trying to think of something I could do for all of you, and while it’s hard to find one thing that will make everyone happy, I decided to make all the books in the Man Cave series free for just today. You can download the box set and keep them all for a rainy day :). If you’ve already downloaded the box set, you should update it because I’ve added the Milkman!

Anyway, I hope someone does something kind for you today because you deserve it <3.

Click to download! -> The Man Cave Collection



Milk Man Exceprt

Milk Man Exceprt

Why tonight of all nights? I can't take any more today. "Stop, a**hole! I have pepper spray!" Does yelling this phrase really work? From what I can see, the nearby pedestrians don't even bother to look over. Nice to know. 

The problem is, I do not own pepper spray, but I'm hoping whoever has a hold of me will let go in fear of getting sprayed by my invisible weapon.

"Is the pepper spray inside your phone or your empty water bottle?" he asks. That voice—I recognize his damn voice, so I drop my arms and release my nut-kicking stance that wouldn't have done much to the assumed perpetrator hiding behind my back. I'm slow to turn around, feeling less-than-eager to face the idiot who thought it would be smart to grab my arm while I'm alone on a city street. 

Milk Man - Cover Reveal



A standalone Romantic Comedy joining The Man Cave!

Everything in life was going perfectly, but then my luck expired.

It all started when I got a new job, which came with a new guy. That’s when I managed to cause an unforeseeable disaster, which took down an entire company in less than a week. 

The new job, the new guy and a big mouth led to another giant mistake. Then, one more for good measure. 

Flash forward a couple of weeks, and ... I’ve got milk ... because I’m dating the milkman, and yes, milk did his body good. 

Not only do milkmen still exist, but I’ve come to learn that some women hire a milkman to deliver more than just milk.

I’m not the sharing type, but I also don’t like to cry over spilled—you get my point. So, I can either have a cow or search for greener pastures. 

Depending on my decision, though, I need to ask myself if I’m prepared to tell my future children that their father is, in fact, the milkman.