She lives!
No, but really. I'm alive and kicking. I'm sure you already deduced that, but still.
It's less than a month away from my 32nd birthday. I'm unsure what I want to do. It will be the first time in over two years that I won't go home to celebrate. Seeing as I just got back from Hawaii a couple of weeks ago, I don't feel comfortable leaving again like that for a while.
Hawaii was nice for the most part. I went with a friend and we stayed in her cousin's Air B&B and a hotel. We went on a booze cruise, but because we're both grandma's we both got seasick. The only time I didn't feel sick was when we got to get off the boat and go snorkeling. That was a lot of fun. We also went in a submarine, again got seasick towards the end, but still a pretty cool experience. Went to a wine tasting at a pretty vineyard. I got sick the last day in Hawaii and didn't get to experience the Road to Hana, but all in all, it was a pretty fun trip. I don't feel like I got to do many things for me, so I think next time I go on vacation, I'd like to make that a priority at least. Like swim with dolphins or zipline. Things like that are really fun for me.
I was just in LA on Tuesday for a big event and it went really well. One of the artist's from The Voice, Morgan Mallory opened for One Republic at a corporate event I booked him at. It was an awesome event and I am happy I got this booking for him. Lately, I've been at a lot of corporate events with headline entertainment. Martina McBride, Pitbull, and now One Republic. I feel like things can only go up from here.
Tomorrow my coordinator and I are going to San Francisco to hold auditions. This is my favorite part of my job. Getting to actually get my hands dirty with scouting new potentials. There is so much talent all over and most of the time I scout them blind meaning I don't see them perform until they have done a booking with us. That's how I sell 75% of my talent. It generally works out. But this is so much more exciting getting to see exactly what we are selling and even tape them to show to the rest of my team.
Apart from these two trips, I'll be tethered to Vegas for the unforeseeable future. I'm still single and not really trying much with the dating websites anymore. I just feel really let down. I feel like I am losing hope. At what point do you admit defeat and stop trying? Stop looking? Cause that's just about where I'm at.
I haven't been feeling 100% either, so I haven't been my usual social self. I really want to quit drinking as alcohol and me do not agree. My body does not like alcohol and I always feel pressured to drink. I need to put my foot down and just say no for good. Update: I have been off of alcohol for just about 2 weeks. It's not easy saying no all the time, but I think it's better for me.
In a little less than a month and a half, my roommate and I will be moving out of our apartment and looking for a house. I am hoping that I will be able to find something and be approved. My whole goal is to get a house as I've been saving up for quite some time now. I just want to rent, not own. I really hope everything works out for me. I hate the idea of moving.
I know I'm just rambling at this point, but I rather enjoy coming back and reading these status updates months or years later - so this is mainly for that. And also all you creepers out there. ;-) You know who you are.
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Thursday, April 12, 2018
Cover Reveal: Disgrace by Brittainy C. Cherry
Disgrace, an all-new emotional standalone from Brittainy C. Cherry is coming April 26th and we have the gorgeous new cover!
Disgrace by Brittainy C.
Cherry
Release Date: April 26th,
2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: QuirkyBird
Designs
Photographer: Rafa
Garcia
Model: Christian Balic
Synopsis:
Each day I prayed for my husband to love
me again.
After seventeen years together, he
walked away from me, and into the arms of another.
I didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t know
my worth. I didn’t know how to exist without him by my
side.
All I wanted was for him to come back to
me.
Then, Jackson Emery
appeared.
He was supposed to be a distraction for
my mind. A summer fling. A confidence boost to my bruised
heart.
We were perfect for one another, because
we both knew we wouldn’t last. Jackson didn’t believe in commitment, and I no
longer believed in love. He was too young for me, and I was too damaged for
him.
Everything was fine, until one night my
heart skipped a beat.
I didn’t expect him to make me laugh. To
make me think. To make my sadness somewhat disappear.
When our time was up, my heart didn’t
know how to walk away.
Each day I prayed for my husband to love
me again, yet slowly my prayers began to shift toward the man who wasn’t right
for me.
I prayed for one more smile, one more
kiss, one more laugh, one more touch…
I prayed for him to be mine.
Even though I knew his heart wasn’t
destined to love.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Cover Reveal: Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas
He doesn’t use me, hurt me, or forget about me. He doesn’t treat me like I’m nothing, take me for granted, or make me feel unsafe.
He remembers me, laughs with me, and looks at me. He listens to me, protects me, and sees me. I can feel his eyes on me over the breakfast table, and my heart pumps so hard when I hear him pull in the driveway after work.
I have to stop this. It can’t happen.
My sister once told me there are no good men, and if you find one, he’s probably unavailable.
Only Pike Lawson isn’t the unavailable one.
I am.
She’d cook a few meals and clean up a little. It was an easy arrangement.
As the days go by, though, it’s becoming anything but easy. I have to stop my mind from drifting to her and stop holding my breath every time I bump into her in the house. I can’t touch her, and I shouldn’t want to.
The more I find my path crossing hers, though, the more she’s becoming a part of me.
But we’re not free to give into this. She’s nineteen, and I’m thirty-eight.
And her boyfriend’s father.
Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.
She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter.
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