The Next Big Thing


There are many things for independent authors to do and many are looking for ways to connect with other writers, readers and well, more potential readers. Aspiring authors fit into that category only more so. A couple of my friends contacted me to do this blog share thing,  and I put it on the back burner while working on revisions and edits for Red Wine & Roses.

It’s resurfaced once again now that I’ve culled my stack of unfinished business.  Here’s how it works: I’ll answer 10 questions about my current work (Red Wine & Roses) which is available now on Amazon and available in just five days!!, and then, I’ll tag five  writers at the end to do the same thing next week. If you’re one of them, just follow this format.

On to the good parts:

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1. What is the working title of your book?

Red Wine & Roses

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2. Where did the idea come from for the book?

This one was originally a flash piece that I shared on Storytime Trysts, that developed into a specific submission call, then was expanded from there. For flash fiction,  I use story prompts, pictures, a short phrase,  or in the case of Chuck Wendig’s Friday flash contests,  his suggested topic.  For the original flash my inspiration was a photograph.

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Which I’m not certain, but I’m pretty sure is a creek in Smoky Mountain National Forest. A place that we visited a few years ago on a family vacation, hiking up to Grotto Falls.

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It was quite a hike up to this fall (Grotto Falls), and on the way  I took several pictures of the scenery,  the ravines,  the family, and more of the falls. My writer mind of course went to a worst case scenario as a pack of donkeys passed us heading to the top. Hmmm, what if . . .

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Danger Will Robinson!

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3. What genre does your book fall under?

Romance, contemporary romance, women’s literature.

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4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

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Jensen Ackles would play Derek –  someone should contact him now when  it goes to movie format!

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Julia Faye West  would play Ashleigh.  Because, gorgeous blonde!

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Elizabeth Gillies would play Julia.

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I would beg borrow and plead to get Salma Hayak to play Gloria! (My husband thinks she is gorg- and he’s right! Besides,  Gloria has some chutzpah and needs an actress that can carry that.)

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And Scott Bakula as Mr. Jackowski.

The rest of the cast  can be sorted out by the casting director with consultation of course.

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5. What is the one sentence synopsis for your book?

Love conquers all, unless an ex-girlfriend is involved.

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6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

It is published through Eclectic Bard Books.

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7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?

The first draft for this one was a 1000 word flash piece,  so it took about an hour. The second revision took me maybe a month,  it was 10,000 words.  Then it took about seven months for me to  develop my outline for the full story.  The characters in this one  wouldn’t leave me alone. About half of it was handwritten in notebooks  while riding in a car,  or watching TV,  or during a class.  Then it took me another full five months to revise and edit, not counting calls from editor and publisher!

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8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

I can’t think of any specific book,  but Lynn Kurland writes the most amazing love stories.  Often the obstacles that  are in our way of happiness are  our own making.  This is a point that Ms. Kurland has brought up in a few of her books,  and it is at the heart of Red Wine & Roses.

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9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?

I’ve already covered this above –  the photo prompt inspired my imagination.  The special submission call was for weekend getaway  which only told a small part of the story.

10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

There is a short cookbook at the end.  With Julia’s love for baking and so much of our family  and friend’s gatherings centered around food it seemed a logical fit for me.  I have a group of baker’s on Facebook that tried out my cocktail cupcakes which were apparently a big hit. The Red Lion was my favorite!

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Just a few more rules and then we’re done. If I’ve tagged you below, you should have your post up on Nov. 7, or as close to as you can. Tag me at the beginning, tag your five friends at the end, and make sure you title the whole thing “The Next Big Thing Blog Hop”.

Here’s who’s coming up next week,  On September 30th so make sure you check in on them and see what they’re up to. You all rock.

Cat Banks

Stephanie Wideman

Leslie Conzatti

 

 

 

Be sure to check their blogs next Wednesday –  September 30th!!

Write on my friends, write on!

 

MSH Blog Tour – Krystol Diggs


My guest blogger today is Krystol Diggs. Krystol is the new formatter at MSH Publishing.  She’ll be joining us soon on Storytime to share a bit of her work with us on there.  Today we have the privilege of  pre-reading a bit of excerpt from her latest work.  So, sit back and enjoy a bit from  Prison Guard Diaries.

*WARNING:  MATURE CONTENT!  NOT FOR READERS UNDER 18*

HYDE PARK CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
4.13.2010
Dear Diary,
I had a great day at work yesterday. My boss didn’t hound me as usual with rounds from the different prison. I love working as a guard but I have better things to do. I was glad to finally taste inmate #24601. He was really good for sure. The fact that he kept his mouth shut made it even better.

You see,when I sleep with the inmates they can moan my first name Porsha, and they are allowed to never say my last name Banks because then the other inmates will catch on and know not only who I am but what’ going on.  UUmmm he tastes as good as a Mr. Goodbar. This is how it went.

“Hey Officer Reynold.” I said in my black police uniform.

“Banks. Your on til 6am got it?”

“Yes Sir.”

I was pissed because it was just 9 pm. I had my coffee in my hand and I was ready to work. And I don’t mean watch inmates all night. I was grabbing my clipboard and night stick when he said, “Oh and Banks…”

“Yes Sir?”

“From now on you will be the only guard on Pod 8 at night. If you need someone else to work with you just let me know.”

Inside I was smiling because I know that I could have all the sex I wanted.
Well, once I got the inmates to agree to it anyway. I walked away and looked at the clipboard and saw inmate number 24601.  I had been eying him some time now. He noticed me to. He was in for some drug
charge. But, the man had a body on him! I couldn’t help but grin as I went to Pod 8 to be the guard on duty. Lights didn’t go out  for another half hour. I roamed the pod as I saw the men talking to one another, writing, drawing, what ever they could do to pass the time. I saw one inmate admiring my curves from afar in my uniform. I must admit I am fine. Light skin, black hair, nice ass and breasts so plump and firm you would think they were plums.

The  men always checked me out. But, I had to stay assertive and firm. I never showed weakness. I kept
roaming from cell to cell when a white man caught my eye crying. I walked over with my f irm tone and said, “Why are you crying?”

“I just don’t want to be here, I didn’t kill that woman.” The man said.

I looked in my chart. It had every inmates  name with their crime. They found his wife in the house
dead. She was stabbed to death. His prints all over the knife, I know he wasn’t set up or was he? Hey,
I could give two shits if these inmates were guilty or not. My job was to guard them not have sympathy
for them. Well…and to fuck on occasion. I mean, why not? All these dicks in here, clean dicks at that….well for the most part.I can spot the faggots easily.

“Wipe your tears. Lights out in a few.” I said.

“Yes, Ma’am. You sure are pretty.”

I looked at him and kept walking. Then there he was. #24601. Just sitting in his cell with his shirt off doing some push-­‐ups. My pussy instantly got wet. He was one of the few inmates without a roommate.
When he was pushing up he noticed me and stopped

I was licking my lips. Sweat was glistening on his body like he just finished a boxing match. I was beyond
turned on.

“Hey Banks.” He said as he blew me a kiss. I just smiled at him “I saw you were at the rec watching me= work out.”

I still didn’t respond although he was whispering to me.

“Lights out in two minutes.” I said.

He grabbed his dick and looked at me. I had an empty piece of paper in my chart and wrote in it.
He had a look of fear on his face thinking I was going to write him up. After I finished writing him I held it
up.

“DON’T GO TO SLEEP. AFTER LIGHTS OUT I’LL BE BACK AND HAVE THAT DICK READY FOR MY
ARRIVAL.”

He smiled and sat in his bed. 24601 knew he was fine. His butterscotch skin with that great build, I knew he would be leaving soon so I had to act fast. I walked away from his cell while the other inmates talked to one another and entertained them the best they could. I went into my office and put on the intercom where the whole Pod could hear me.

“ Alright Boys, lights out! Now if you happen to hear any noise just ignore it. Trust me each of you will get a turn, eventually. Good night.” I started filling out the paperwork from my first round of the inmates. I did some filing and other things that my boss Reynolds wanted me do. With my radio blasting and my walkie-talkie on low, I was now ready.  I turned the radio off, took my hat off and my hair out of the bun,it dangled softly and the curls accented the uniform perfectly. I unzipped my zipper and got my cuffs, small flashlight, and night stick.

As I entered my way back on the pod some of the inmates were still talking, rapping, and some even praying. There were only 50 men or so on the pod. I took my night stick and drug it pass every cell when the noises stopped and the whispering began.

I heard a voice, “Yo, that’s Banks, I bet it is.”

I just smiled. I stopped the noise with the stick and opened the cell with the keys. I turned the small flash light on and there it was. Standing at salute. I smiled as I motioned for him to turn around. He
smiled and did as he was told.

I quickly cuffed him and pushed him on the bed.Since it was ready for me, my small framed body automatically went to the hot spot. Before I started to have my fudge bar, I whispered in his ear,
call me Porsha and don’t be so loud.

He said, “Okay, Porsha. I hope you know I’m gon fuck the shit out of you. I’ve been down 2 years too.”

I smiled and scrolled down. I looked at it, made sure there were no bumps andthen I gave him an oral exam. I took him in, slurped him hard as he moaned,

“Oh Shit. Damn Porsha.”

I could hear the inmate next to him say,“ Who the fuck is Posha?”

Then everyone started whispering and talking. I kept doing my duty while on duty. 24601 gripped my long hair while he was in cuffs. I couldn’t help but moan because I loved that shit.
“Fuck Porscha.”  He said in ecstasy.

I whispered to him, “MMM.  I thought you’d never ask. Don’t worry I’m putting the condom on you.”

“Good looking, Ma. Oh yeah, . . . when I’m hitting that fucking spot, call me daddy. okay?”

“Yes daddy.”

I placed the magnum condom on him as my wet pussy began to gyrate.  I was riding him like I was riding a horse.

“That’s right Porsha, ride this dick.”  He said as he placed his hands on my hips pulling me hard on it.

“Yes, daddy.”  I managed to say.

The other inmates were still talking loudly.  some were even jerking off as they heard the sounds  and smelled the sex through the air.

I stopped riding him and helped him stand up as I bent over.

“Oh, this is how you want it Porsha?”

He was no longer whispering.

“Yes, Daddy, keep going, I’m going to cum.”  I said in a British accent.

“That’s right bitch, cum on all daddy’s dick.”

I heard an inmate say, “Yo Finch fucking a British chick.  How the hell she get in here?”

He started pounding me faster as I heard him cumming. His breathing intensified and I moved away from him causing him to remove himself from my inside.  I whispered to him, “Don’t move or make a sound.”

He did as he was told.

I slowly pulled the condom off him with his remains inside and tied it in a knot.  I grabbed the keys and uncuffed him. I whispered, “See you on Wednesday, Daddy.”

He grabbed me with his hands and kissed me.

I quickly grabbed his hands tightly and said, ” No kissing, it’s too personal.”

He said, ” Sorry, It won’t happen again.  You’re very beautiful.”

I got myself together in routine and left the cell.  In my British accent I said out loud, “Inmate number 406201 you’re tomorrow night.”  As I walked back to my office I heard, “Yes. I’m going to handle that pussy better than Finch.  Nigga wasn’t doing it right.  She wasn’t loud enough.”

I smiled and went back to my desk.  As I put my hat back on my walkie went off, “Office on Pod 8, everything clear?”

“Pod secure.”  I said.

“10, 4.”

“Over and out.”

I looked at my watch adn it was 3:45 am.  I still had some time before my shift ended.  I sipped my cold coffee and began reading my book.  I was hooked on Zane this week.  the Sex Chronicles.  i was so wrapped up in my book that I didn’t realize it was now 5:45 am.  I got up and went back on pod 8.  the inmates were sound asleep. I went back into my office when Reynolds walks in to start his shift.

“How  was your first night at work, Banks?”

“Oh, it was fine.  The inmates actually followed direction and behaved quite well.”  I said.

“Yes, this bunch is quite good.  I”ll keep you here since it’s easy for you.”

“Okay sir.”

“good, banks.  Go home and get some rest.”

“Thank you sir.  I’m pretty beat.  Had a long night, with the paper work and all, but I got it all finished.”

“Great!  Most officers on duty usually leave the paperwork for me to do. ” He said.

“No it’ fine, I don’t mind.”

Well then, I’ll have you do that and make rounds. Have a good day.  See you tonight.”

“Oh yeah, I’ll definitely be here.”

I smiled and left the office.  I went to my locker and got my purse and jacket.  As I  was leaving the facility all the officers said hello as they were coming in.

I got in my car and smiled as I pulled off Hyde Park Correctional Center.  so, I had a great first day at work.  I think I’ll like it here.  Until next time diary,

P. Banks

Going On Tour!


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What does a blogger do in the summer?  Go on tour of course!

I’m one of the editors on staff at the Mountain Springs Publishing House, go check out our page: https://www.facebook.com/groups/mountainsprings/.

Our hopes for this tour are:

  1. Everyone will have fun!
  2. We will learn a few tips and tricks for our blogs.
  3. Reach some readers that we may not have before.
  4. Help build our brands.

I participated in the Master Koda blog tour last year and I loved most of it.  There were a few issues I didn’t care for, but I’m not going to air my differences.  For the most part it was an enjoyable learning experience.

Once a week I will be posting for this tour!  Woohoo!  Aren’t you all excited?  This means I shall be traveling to  other blogs, and guest authors will be here.  I expect y’all to be cordial and receptive to my guests.  * Gives stern look t o everyone*

For this first assignment, I’m suppose to tell you a little about me. Haven’t we been down this road before?

I lives in a small town near St. Louis, Missouri. I graduated from Southeast Missouri State University with a BS in geography/cartography. I worked for the Department of Defense providing geodetic coordinates for smart bombs during Desert Storm and providing bomb damage assessment; provided tactical support for DEA for Colombian drug wars; county government working at the assessor’s office as a mapping technician, as a substitute teacher, daycare worker, construction gofer, hay-baler and various other jobs.  My hobbies include reading, bicycling, playing Tombraider, and Dance games such as Dance Dance Revolution, and Zumba. 

I’m an excellent cook, the only things I haven’t really mastered is Chinese.  since I haven’t managed to make mine better than what I get at Happy China – I’ll order out.

I’ve recently added managing editor to Storytime blog, and copy editor for MSH Publishing to my repertoire. (As if I didn’t have enough to do already.)

Between being a mother to two teenage girls, a wife, homemaker, and a mortgage loan officer, I squeeze in a little writing in epic fantasy, romances, and erotica.

I’m not even going to go into the age thing.  Over 21 and under the big 50 – close enough.
My erotica appears on http://storytimetrysts.blogspot.com/
Ellie’s blog can be found at:  https://quotidiandose.wordpress.com

Visit the Mountain Springs House blog for information about the tour, as well as the blog addresses of the participating authors and editors.  Also, visit and “like” the Mountain Springs House Facebook page  and share, that way you can keep up-to-date on what’s going on at MSH and when submissions will reopen.

Next week I shall have a guest, and I will be traveling to another blog.  Stay tuned!

Write on my friends, write on!

Virtual Tour Survivor!


YES! I made it to the end!  I completed the tour. During this tour I cyber visited Ontario, Canada; Victoria, British Columbia; Addison, Texas; Indianapolis, Indiana; Bedford, Kentucky; and I even cyber visited the UK!  Wow, no wonder I’m tired.

What an amazing adventure this has been.  I learned some valuable lessons over these past 16 weeks.  I learned some technical help that will hopefully help me with blogging in the future.  The true test will be when I have to do it on my own without having one of my tour buddies walk me through it.  I’m not exactly tech challenged, but not tech savvy either.

The most challenging thing to me was the writing on spec for this tour.  Each week we were given an assigned topic. Some were easier than others, as is always the case.  I wrote my first piece of flash fiction for Joseph Eastwood’s blog, and thought I didn’t do too bad for my first attempt.  Since then I’ve done a few other flash pieces that I may decide to post at a later date.  In the course of this tour, I’ve written quite a bit about Kiss of the Dragon. Everything from where I got my ideas, to my characters, to a blurb about my book.

I have interviewed several people for my women writer’s series, but hadn’t given any interviews.  My interview with Bruce Blake was a blast!  Apparently my unorthodox basketball techniques caused a bit of a stir.  LOL!  Shortly after that, I was interviewed for Satin Sheets Diva’s blog.

I am still working on my tricks and techniques that Tasha Turner  Coaching has been teaching us.  You’d think after 16 weeks I’d have it down but I don’t.  With practice though I just might get it.

I am proud of myself for sticking with it, there were times when I wanted to just quit.  Why is it that we get that desire, even when we make a commitment to do something, and it’s always past the drop date, or the half way point, or in my case shortly before the finish line?  It was nothing against the tour or the folks on the tour, but rather my own tendency to take on too much. When the week’s assignment is something you’ve never done before, and you need to get it to someone by a certain time; well it doesn’t seem like it would be a problem but there are a  few that about set me into orbit from panic.

Instead of tackling the next assignment, I was feeling a little stressed and started into panic mode instantly.  Once the panic begins, there’s no actual writing taking place until things reach critical where if I don’t start I will miss the deadline.  Sad isn’t it?

I have improved on my time management over the past sixteen weeks, but still have a lot of room for further improvement.  This tour has opened my eyes to some things I hadn’t considered in the past.  Thank you Tasha Turner, for all the work and patience you’ve put into this!  And to all my tour buddies – you guys(and gals) rock!

Until the next tour begins, Write on my friends, write on!

I’ve met some interesting people, made new friends, and learned more about some of my current writer frineds.

The Hunt


I have a special guest today.  As part of the Tasha Turner Coaching Virtual Blog Tour, this week’s guest is Catrina Taylor.  Each week we have a specific assignment that we share on each other’s blogs.  (I’m on Joseph Eastwood’s with a Flash fiction piece!)  Catrina is sharing with us a real treat – a scene from her current Work In Progress,   THE HUNT.   Grab a snack and settle in!

“You get more wood. I’ll get our fire started and find dinner.” MelTe’ant kneels down at the pit dug by he and his Tauwin sister, and best friend, Sophie.

“You have a pile of wood and I don’t want just one of us hunting. It’s not proper. This is tradition and we both need to be able to survive within the circle. No warrior is exempt.” The petite blonde stands over him, as he starts to arrange the wood into the pit.

With a heavy sigh, “Fine.” He stands with two thick sticks in his hand, “Here, sharpen your own then.”

He grabs a flat stone from the ground and starts to work at the tip of the stick, mumbling about the process, and the hunger in his stomach.

Sophie sits not far away, working on the other stick. She finds a larger stone to use as her base and the small one to sharpen with. In minutes, with skilled hand strikes, she brings a tip to the very edge of her stick. Her stomach groans as she works. Looking up at MelTe’ant she finds herself amused as he throws the first stick into a pile and grabs another. “Grumpy much?”

MelTe’ant looks over at her and her perfectly honed hunting spear. “Something like that.”

“Alright, have out with it. What’s upsetting you?”

“Nothing that will change. Obligations are obligations. Let’s just get this night over with, so we can run the great race already.”

She watches his features for several minutes. They have grown up together, known each other since before they could crawl. She knows him better than even his parents in some cases, and he her. “I don’t know about you, but dinner sounds very good right now.”

“Yeah, nothing since breakfast makes a man hungry.”

She laughs, “You’re no more a man than I a woman, yet.”

“Let’s go.” He rolls his eyes at her. He is only thirteen, but once he runs the great race, he’ll be as much of a man of the tribe as his father. He is determined it will happen.

She nods, grabs her modified stick, holding it ready as she approaches him, “I heard birds in the far side on our way out here. I’m sure we’ll be able to figure out where to find a few more if we head in that direction.”

“You just want birds? I bet we can bring in a small boam.” He loves hunting with his father, and his greatest memory is bringing a boam back for dinner. He knows he’s not ready to take on a full-grown, but a modest sized creature would prove both a challenge and delicious.

“If we cross one we can comfortably take down, then ok, but the birds are reasonable. We can get those with limited effort and no backup.” She moves into the tree line again, with her eyes attentive to any movements. Hearing his footfalls behind her, she is comforted not to be on the hunt alone.

The pair moves through the forest, checking tracks and listening to the actions of the animals around them. When the light lowers deep into the sky and the slightest glimmer of illumination is seen through the heavy trunks around them, a lone boam trots in their direction.

Its stocky body is hard to miss. With ears that come to a point, and a snout as long as its head is wide, the creature assuredly moves with its head along the tree trunks, looking for its next meal.  As it moves, branches break beneath the weight it carries. Smaller animals scurry out of the path hurriedly avoiding the two large teeth the protrude further than its mouth closes.

MelTe’ant gestures for her to slide over and out of direct sight of the creature. He moves to the other side of the path the animal is on. When the two can see each other from where they crouch behind separate trees, the listen patiently for the footsteps of dinner to approach.

Sophie quickly recalls the fastest place to kill the animal from her lessons. She watches as MelTe’ant begins whispering a benediction, and then she begins one of her own.

Moments drip by before the animal finally comes toward her tree. The large snout comes around the tree, and stops to look at her. She doesn’t move, and hardly breathes looking at it. This close to an animal like the one who tore a hole in her mother’s calf has her cautious. The animal begins to rumble in low tones, and the hair on its back stands on end. She holds her breath.

Suddenly the animal jerks forward, then harshly backward. A loud scream is heard as MelTe’ant pulls the tail back hard.

A moment later, without thinking, Sophie plunges her spear between the front bone panel cracking it hard, and stopping the heart in one move. The animal stops wiggling and fighting instantly.

Mel’s slender form releases the animal and kneels next to it. Sophie joins him, and the two begin to thank the animal for the sacrifice made, so they could continue. Together, with the tools they made, the two begin to make work of the innards and inedible parts. Once they have cleaned the animal, he takes a large tooth as a souvenir and the two return to camp to enjoy the meal.

About this author:

A unique author with a passion for her family, Catrina Taylor is in love with the written word. As an avid reader she finds her mind enjoys the worlds created uniquely in Fantasy, Science Fiction and various crossover genre. As an author, she most often plays in a universe of her own creation.
Introducing us to the imaginary world of Xarrok, she has hooked readers, waiting to see where her imagination takes us next.
When she is not playing in the universe of her mind, she is playing with her children who she encourages to follow her passion for words, and excel in every area they show interest. In fact, this talented word smith finds that life through their eyes is a constant lesson in self discovery, happiness and curiosity.
Inspired by her everyday world of family, infused with a an unquenched curiosity, and gifted with the ability to take us to places we could never have imagined, Catrina Taylor is an author who promises to keep you fully immersed in a world of wonder and intrigue, waiting for more.
You can find her on Twitter as TheLadyWrites or on Xarrok’s fanpage at http://facebook.com/xarrok
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Xarrok:

Birth of an Empire 1 ~ Below the Surface ~ Change by Design
With Love Project:

With Love

The Dawn of Indie Romance – With Love continues

Love is when the other person’s happiness is more important than your own. ~ H. Jackson Brown, Jr.