Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Available for #PreOrder Deputy's Bride by @AnitaPhilmar - a #Hot #FallingIntoLove Story

A hot, historical western stand-alone story with a satisfying HEA.

Texas Deputy Bo Kildare is looking for a special kind of lady, one that is willing to meet his special requirements. No sweet little virgin will do, he wants a woman who knows how to please a man, perhaps two.

Recently widowed, Sarah Elizabeth Foster-LaFever has lived in the public eye for the last few years and wants out. Her reputation as Micah LaFever’s wife has left her penniless and without many viable options until Bo comes calling.

Now, she believes she found the perfect man until her past rears its ugly head. Can murder and corrupt dealings keep these two lovers from making it to the alter?

 photo fallcolors_russetblack_zps85afaeb3.jpg


“Why Bo Kildare? You’re just the man I’ve been looking for.”

The fridge wind and the chilling words sent a shiver down Bo’s spine. His foot faltered on the wooden planks of the sidewalk. For months now he’d dodged every married woman in the territory. All of them had joined forces and decided he needed a wife. More mothers than he could name had introduced him to their daughters. Some even offered dowries for a quick marriage proposal. He’d manage to avoid the snare of virginal bride but it had been a close call a time or two.

As the deputy of Walker County, he had to be nice to the general population, but his patience was fried. After his long trip from Austin, and with another three or four hours ride before he’d reach his ranch, he didn’t need this hassle right now.

Forcing a smile on his face, he turned.

Madeline Cowden, his only friend in this war against the plot to get him devoted wife, stepped forward and wrapped her arm through his. “I believe I have the answer to that little problem you’re having.”

He grinned, delighted with the news that she might have found him a suitable lady to meet his unique situation. “Good. Why don’t we get in out of this bitter breeze and discuss the matter?”

Find now on preorder at Amazon - 

Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.

Thanks for sharing with us,


Monday, October 20, 2014

The Scent of Humanity by Margay Leah Justice #FallingIntoLove Read


 photo fallcolors_russetblack_zps85afaeb3.jpg
Lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice. In theory. But in one small town, in one family, that theory is put to the test.


Growing up in a rural town in Massachusetts was supposed to be safe, but for SILVIE CHILDS, that safety was shattered by a kidnapping attempt that forever changed her life. Now, nearly twenty years later, that sense of safety is challenged again by the kidnapping attempt on her young niece, and Silvie is left struggling with one question: How can something like this happen twice in one family?


It is a dilemma shared by NICK FAHEY, the detective assigned to the case. Arriving on the scene of the abduction attempt, Nick expects to run a routine investigation. Until he meets the victim, the niece of a woman he once considered a dear friend. Unfortunately, these days Silvie Childs can barely stand the sight of him.


Once there was a time when Silvie Childs worshipped Nick Fahey, believing he could do no wrong. Until the accident that nearly killed her brother; the accident that Nick reportedly caused. Coming on the heels of her own near abduction, the accident skewed Silvie’s ability to trust men – especially Nick. But now, with the attempt on her niece’s safety, Silvie finds herself in the untenable position of having to trust Nick to bring the kidnapper to justice.


That trust is severely tested when, after only two months, the case is closed for lack of new evidence. Feeling betrayed by the system in which she works as a paralegal and by Nick, Silvie takes matters into her own hands. Contacting local news stations to generate interest in the case, allowing herself to be filmed hanging sketches of the suspect on telephone poles, she will risk her own safety to protect that of her niece. When her efforts re-open the wounds of her past, she is once again forced to put her trust in the one man who still has the power to hurt her – Nick.

“What’s this?” he asked, cupping her face in his hand and running the thumb along the lower edge of her too-full lips. “A little hint of maturity? Silvie Childs apologizing?”
            She nipped his thumb at the jibe, not hard, just enough that he hissed out a breath in reaction. All hint of humor fled from him. He was intent, serious now, every nerve in his body on high alert. “Is that how you want to play it?” he whispered, his voice guttural. “Huh?” He moved a little closer to her, maneuvering her up against the open door. Slipped his thumb between her lips, parting them. “You think we’ve danced around this enough for one day, hmm?”
            “I don’t know what you mean.” Her lips brushed against his thumb as she spoke, igniting a spark within him. Interesting.
            “Liar,” he said as he dipped his head close enough to replace his thumb with his lips. But he didn’t. Instead, he skimmed his lips along her cheekbone to her right ear, flicked his tongue along the rim of the opening. Into her ear, he whispered, “When you stop lying to yourself, I’ll give you what you want.”
            She grabbed the hand he still cupped her face with, the gesture almost – convulsive. Hmm, what was that about? Her breath in his ear sent a shiver throughout his body. “And what,” she whispered against his cheek, “do you think I want?”
            He nipped her earlobe, smiled at her shocked gasp. Soothing the nip with a flick of his tongue, he murmured, “Oh, I don’t know.” Into her ear, “Think about it.” Sliding his lips along her cheek as he withdrew, he couldn’t resist allowing the tip of his tongue to flit across her lips in parting. When she opened her mouth as if in protest, he warned, “Uh-ah, you’ve got to stop lying to yourself first.”
            She slipped her fingers into his hair, grabbing hanks of it to anchor his head and prevent his retreat. He resisted the urge to smile – and to kiss her when she made the overture to him. He merely slipped his thumb back over her lips, using it as a barrier between them. When she cast him a pleading look, he asked, “Do you still hate me?”
            “Yes,” she admitted when he slid his thumb away, releasing her lips from captivity. “More than ever.”
            He smiled and angled his head, as if preparing to kiss her. “Why?” he asked instead.
            “You know why!”
            “Mm,” he murmured, accepting that as her answer. “And who do you hate more right now?” He dipped his head a little closer. “Me, because I won’t do what you want – or you, because you want it?”
            “Me, all me,” she whispered as she swooped in close and took what she wanted from him. What he allowed her to take from him. Voraciously.
            Good Lord, he thought moments before she pulled away, shock at her own actions clearly written on her face. Where had she learned to kiss like that?
            “Ah, Silvie,” he said, dragging his thumb over her full lower lip before he favored her with a lingering, open-mouthed kiss, “I don’t think you hate me as much as you think you do.” He pulled back before she could respond – to his words or his kiss – and jogged down the three short steps from her front porch to the walkway. “Goodnight, Silvie,” he called over a shoulder. “Lock the door behind me.”

 Available at:


A versatile author who likes to write in multiple genres, Margay Leah Justice is the published author of three books: Nora's Soul, Sloane Wolf and The Scent of Humanity. In her free time, she can be found penning her new story, reading (of course!) or knitting up something warm and toasty for her family.


Saturday, October 18, 2014

Till Heaven Then Forever by Linda Heavner Gerald #FallingIntoLove

 photo 20444207_zps2becbf2e.jpg

Lily and Brian had it all or did they?  Even with all of the success and wealth, living in the beautiful islands of the Bahamas did not guarantee happiness.  The desire for more.  That feeling, something is missing haunted Lily.  Eventually, the unhappiness spread to Brian.  Together, they find the answer that generates true happiness.  Lily and Brian find, "Till Heaven Then Forever."  The answer to the void in all of us.

 Prologue:   Till Heaven Then Forever


     There are those who would say that I am selfish and weak.  They are correct.  There are those who would say that my soul will be eternally damned.  That, you see, is the sticking point.  For days, I have prayed that God would forgive me for what I am seriously contemplating.  So serious am I that I have collected every bottle of pain and sleeping medications from our home.  I have even thrown in a few bottles of pain meds from our dog, Napoleon.  As I continue to think on my upcoming decision, I am very calm.  It is not a spontaneous action which I am about to commit.  No, it is well thought out and has been in my thought process for at least two months.  It is all that I can think on.  My time of late has been spent on my knees by her bed. 

     “Please, Dear God, I don’t want to be damned as some here on earth proclaim.  Yet, I can’t go forward.  In the deepest pocket of my heart, I find solace when I think of what I am about to do.  Not chaos, not any fear, no dread, just peace at the thought of the outcome.  You promised heavenly Father that you would never allow us to be tempted beyond our control if we depend on you.  My life since meeting her has been in your control.  I gladly turned over my will to you when I witnessed the joy which she possessed.  When she spoke of you, the peace and light which were emitted from her convinced me that YOU are real.  Together, we read our Bible each morning and we would begin our day in prayer.  Always we would ask guidance from you and that you would direct each step

         Never did I miss the bars and chaos which shrouded my life before her.  She introduced me to you; the joy and peace which only you can provide.  Now, I ask you for that same peace which I have always known from you.  Dear Father, if I am about to do wrong, I believe that you will fill my heart with distress; instead, there is only peace that the pain might soon be at an end.  Let the world proclaim that I committed grievous error.  You are the only one whose judgment of me matters.  So, here I am.  Humbly asking that you will bring me home with you; please tell her that I am about to enter your world.  To you, I come without fear.  It is only leaving here, this present world which causes disdain.  What if I do not take enough?  To be left here, without her, in a vegetative state would be worse than death.  So, I pray that you will help me in this last act.  I look forward to seeing you and all those who have gone before.  Amen.”

     Now, my conscience is clear.  I look at all of the various shaped bottles.  About twenty in all with different levels of the pain and sleeping concoctions; the glass of water is filled to the top so that once I begin, there is no going back.  I am ready but one last time, I want to think over my life since she became a part.  If there is any reason for me to remain here, I know that my God will show it to me as I reflect over a long and happy life.  What more joy could anyone know?

     This is not a religious dissertation.   My story is not unique; it is our story of love and devotion. Every married couple has “their” story.  Ours is not special.  An older man who had given up on finding love and a younger woman who had suffered more than she could bear but had continued fighting for a good life for herself and her son.  The story of many yet, I feel that it needs to be told.  For when all is said and done, Lord, it is a story of redemption from you.  It is the tale of two people who had become enmeshed in the lies of this world.  Those subtle lies which so many fall into without even knowing it until suddenly, they have left you behind and are attempting to do things their way; their life is a mess and they wonder why. Yes, this is the story of the fallen of the world; those who want to change but wonder if they can. Finally, this is the tale of the love of God which surpasses all understanding.  If you believe him, you learn that you certainly can change and he will still bless you.  He takes the mess that you have made and sews those loose ends into something like a beautiful quilt.  Maybe, your tale is even more touching as those who lived in the shadows of the church without being as foolish as I.

   So, if you are at the end of your life and you think that you have “blown it”; listen to my heartfelt plea which is that you might understand that with God, it is never too late.  Sure, when I read the scripture and the promises of my God, it is difficult not to consider how my life might be different now, at the end.  What if I had remained faithful to THE truth?  Would I have accomplished greatness?  Maybe, yet I am so happy with my life.  Just maybe when I stand soon before the God of the Universe who is a kind God but is also just; he has to be just. Just maybe, God will tell me what a good job I did on earth.  When I turn to face my reward, maybe I will cry tears of joy at all the faces whose lives I touched but never even knew.  That is my hope. You decide if this is worth passing on.   A tribute to my love, Lily but even more to my God; if you know him then you understand my message.

 photo fallcolors_russetblack_zps85afaeb3.jpg

Linda Heavner Gerald began writing about two years ago.  Since that time, she has written and published six novels.  One is on the way shortly.  Her writing started with a nightly vision in which she saw a young girl walking down the street in her beloved Beaufort, N.C.  This was a place where Linda sailed frequently.  She knew that the girl had a serious problem but was not in immediate jeopardy.  Also she knew that the girl was not her.  Eventually she prayed to God for guidance.  The answer was her first book, Beaufort Betrayal.  "That book will always be special to me for it started me on this latest adventure.  One which I never dreamed of experiencing.  Writing is one of the most exhilarating subjects which I have ever enjoyed."  She feels that God has blessed her with this wonderful talent.


Thanks Linda for sharing,


Friday, October 17, 2014

Party, Party, Party with The Temporarily Employed Authors on Vicki Batman's FB Page

 photo TemporarilyEmployed_3002Bx2B200_zps316f7beb.jpg

Come join us at



Let me tell you a little about Vicki

Like some of her characters, award-winning author, Vicki Batman has worked a wide variety of jobs including lifeguard, ride attendant at an amusement park; a hardware store, department store, book store, antique store clerk; administrative assistant in an international real estate firm; and a general “do anything gal” at a financial services firm--the list is endless.

Writing for several years, she has completed three manuscripts, written essays, and sold many short stories to TRUE LOVE, TRUE ROMANCE, TRUE CONFESSIONS, NOBLE ROMANCE PUBLISHING, LONG AND SHORT REVIEWS, MUSEITUP PUBLISHING, and THE WILD ROSE PRESS. She is a member of RWA and several writing groups and chapters. In 2004, she joined DARA and has served in many capacities, including 2009 President. DARA awarded her the Robin Teer Memorial Service Award in 2010.

Most days begin with her hands set to the keyboard and thinking "What if??"


Here is her links

Website: http://vickibatman.blogspot.com

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Vicki-Batman-sassy-writer-of-sexy-and-funny-fiction/133506590074451?ref=hl

Twitter: https://twitter.com/VickiBatman

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/vickibatman

Plotting Princesses: http://plottingprincesses.blogspot.com

Here's the timetable beginning at 10 am cst:
10: Vicki Batman, Sylvia McDaniel
11: Paloma Beck, Lynda Coker
12: Angi Morgan, Kimberley Troutte
1: Alisha Paige Wilson, Donnell Bell
2: Elizabeth Essex, Karilyn Bentley
3: Liz Lipperman, Kristina Knight
4: D'Ann Linscott Dunham, Tina Gayle
5: Magdalena Scott, Betty Bolte
6: Melissa Keir, Kayelle Allen
7: Alexa Bourne, Barbara Barrett
7:30: Allie Harrison
8: Done!

As you can see I'll be at the party at around 4:00 pm  cst.

I'm celebrating the release of my book Stormy - stop by and win prizes.

 photo TG-Stormy-300x450_zps562f99eb.jpg

Or if you're interest check out my book on amazon


Hope to see you at the party,


Thursday, October 16, 2014

#FallingIntoLove Presents Jade Cain's book "One Way or Another"

 photo onewaycover-bundle-500_zps5c44d9a8.png

Meet Ethan Kovac and Isaac Duncan, co-stars of the new sitcom, One Way or Another. Ethan’s ditching a career full of terrible tween movies, while Isaac needs to cash in some of his ‘serious actor’ cred for, well, cash. Ethan’s gay and closeted and not happy about it. Isaac has enough issues as a black man in Hollywood without dealing with rumors about his sexuality too.

Neither of them counted on the red hot chemistry that has them fighting to keep their hands off each other.

When the gossip mags suggest that their epic off-screen bromance is just a front for a sizzling affair, the two men have to play the Hollywood game, and find the line between keeping things private and denying who they are to one another.

UPFRONT, PILOT, HIATUS, SWEEPS, and FINALE: five hot, sweet stories of three actors, two second chances, and one romance that’ll shock an entire television viewing audience.

 photo fallcolors_russetblack_zps85afaeb3.jpg

A blonde from TV Guide fires the opening salvo. “You guys have to be so excited to be co-starring with Samantha Jensen. What’s she like to work with?”

“She’s great,” Ethan says truthfully. “We’re old friends. It’s nice to have a chance to work together again.”

“Yeah, you oughta see the two of them on set,” Isaac says. “Trading hair secrets. I think Sam’s trying to teach him how to braid her hair.”

“We gotta do something to keep ourselves busy while the makeup people are oiling you up for your next scene,” Ethan retorts. There’s an easy warmth moving back and forth between them that has nothing to do with the champagne. They’ve been sassing at each other since the first day of shooting. Having an audience to play for just ups the stakes.

“So does that mean we get to see more scenes of you shirtless?” the reporter asks, all but batting her lashes at Isaac.

“You would not believe the money they saved on wardrobe,” Ethan says. “I’m surprised they bothered with pants, have you seen this guy? I started going to the gym just to keep from vanishing behind him.”

The reporters are laughing, which is good for two reasons: they aren’t asking stupid questions, and if they like Ethan and Isaac, they’ll give the show a favorable write up.

After a few minutes of back and forth, the reporters wander on to the next group. “Hair-braiding?” Ethan raises an eyebrow. “Man, that was lame.”

Isaac laughs. “Come on, give me a break. I can’t be witty all the time.”

“Yeah, I know how it is,” Ethan says, sipping from his glass. “Gotta be hard, coasting on nothing but good looks and talent.”

“Sucks to be us, huh?”

Ethan grins. “You saying I’m hot? I’ll take that.”

“Dude, how hard did you hit it last night?” Isaac eyes him with a sly grin. Ethan’s first thought is for the guy Karen sent packing that morning. Does he know? “You were looking rough when you showed up this afternoon.”

Oh, the hangover. “Yeah, my agency party was last night,” Ethan says.

“Don’t get me wrong, ‘rough’ works for you. I’ve seen you show up for shit looking like you rolled out of bed five minutes before and were still half-drunk, and you still wound up on the cover of something.” Isaac shakes his head admiringly. “I forget to shave and people start gossiping about what’s gone wrong.”

“Yeah well, at least you don’t wind up on ‘Top Ten Disney Stars Gone Wild’.” Ethan drains his glass. He tries not to think about Isaac, unshaved and rumpled, lying on equally rumpled sheets, half-awake and wholly-sexy. Stop fantasizing about your co-workers, Kovac.

Purchase links: 

Author Bio:

Jade Cain writes what turns her on: hot men in uniform, confident women who know what they need, the heady feeling of lust when you realize you're about to get everything you ever wanted. She writes (and reads) about lovers of all genders who laugh together--and sometimes at each other. Sex is fun, and often silly, and her works celebrate that humor alongside the heat. When she isn't writing erotica, she writes romance for a traditional publisher under another name

Author Links:

Thanks for sharing,

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Celebrate Stormy Going Live - Celebrate with @AuthorTinaGayle

To Celebrate I'm giving away an amazon gift certificate to one luck commenter.
Just leave a comment for a chance to win a $10 amazon GC.
Also, one luck winner will win an ebook copy of Stormy.

Join the fun - contest ends Friday at 6:00 pst.

Available at Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/475810

Now available at 
 photo TG-Stormy-432x648_zpsb47297d3.jpg
Blurb – Can friends become lovers? Even after the age of forty?

He’s wife is dead. She’s divorce with adult children.

For two years, Daniel and Karen have consoled each other during the trails of losing their spouses. Now, they are ready to turn their friendship into a loving relationship. After sharing a night of passion, all appears golden for a bright future for Karen and Daniel until she receives a call from her children saying her ex has had a heart attack.

Torn between, her need to support her children and her desire to be with Daniel, Karen leaves him and flees to the hospital. Coming face to face with  her ex-husband’s new, trophy wife, Karen begins to question exactly why her marriage fell apart. Was she to blame, and if so, should she try again?

On the outside looking in, Daniel must now convince Karen to let go of her past mistake and share a future with him?


“Damn, Daniel, where are you?” Karen Barr glanced at her cell phone, hoping to see a message from him. She’d called him before she left her apartment, texted him from the station where she stopped for gas, and had even pulled off the highway a time or two in her attempt to reach him.
Had he changed his mind about this weekend?
Or was the bad weather interfering with his cell phone signal?
As if in answer to her question, the pounding rain increased, pouring water from the sky like an overflowing faucet. The windshield wipers worked in a quick pulsating rhythm. Nevertheless, they still didn’t achieve the task of improving visibility.
Karen flipped the switch to increase the speed and stared at the road ahead. The weatherman had predicted a storm tonight, and for once when she wanted him to be wrong, he was right.
How much farther did she have to go?
The turn off for Daniel’s cabin couldn’t be too far away. She’d caught sight of the old, red barn off to the left a few miles back, so the dirt lane to Daniel’s place had to be close.
She slowed the car, crawling along at a snail’s pace so as not to miss the path. Her headlights reflected off something metallic. She read the weathered sign. Happy.
The outdated tune of “Happy Trails to You” played through her head. Daniel had sung the song the first time he’d brought her here. He said it’d help her remember the way back.
Right, and where the hell was he?
Karen checked her cell phone again, and silently prayed he wasn’t lying in a muddy ditch somewhere. Hopefully, he had simply forgotten to recharge his phone, a particularly annoying habit he seemed to have.
“Damn it, Daniel, when I find you I...”
She didn’t exactly know what she’d do... kiss him?
Pictures of him flashed in her head... his sexy smile, his curly, dark hair with a touch of gray at his temples... the broad width of his shoulders, his trim physique... the round curve of his ass.
“Shit, why do I put myself through this? The man doesn’t see me as anything other than a friend,” Karen grumbled and flipped her blinker on out of habit.
She steered the car onto Happy Trails. The huge trees resembled mighty sentinels. Standing guard along the edge of the road, they blocked the rain with their large limbs. Slowing to avoid the abundant potholes on the gravel path, she tightened her grip on the steering wheel and searched for the end of Daniel’s driveway.
The storm and lack of communication from him had stretched her patience to the breaking point. She longed to be at her final destination and out of the car. “I should’ve never accepted his invitation to spend the weekend with him at his cabin. He can’t let go of the past,” she muttered angrily.
 Hell, after her divorce, she gave up everything, her husband of twenty-plus-years, her beautiful country manor home, her cushy job, and her high-society friends. All she’d wanted was a new start—freedom from the endless upper crust parties and social climbing leeches. Thankfully now, her individual concerns were merely for her kids and herself. The infinite hours spent on creating a prominent public image for Carl was in her ex-husband’s trophy wife’s hands.
Unfortunately, Daniel’s world had changed for a different reason. His wife’s death had hit him extremely hard. He’d barely been able to cope and had turned to Karen. They’d worked together for years, and he had no else. His family lived out of the state. She’d tried to help, and they’d grown closer. Now, she wanted even more from him. Could they bridge the gap from friends and become lovers?
The dim light shining up ahead drew her attention. She figured Daniel must have left the porch light on for her. Then why didn’t he return her calls?

Was it his way of keeping her from backing out?

Here's some of the reviews.
 Yvonne Daniels
Recommends This Book
I enjoyed reading this book I hope that there will be more parts to the story, I connect with the characters from the first page. I read the book to the finish the same day.. It is hot , steamy and romantic I would recommend this to all of the fans that like a hot romance with characters that you can identify with

 Jennifer Tabler
Recommends This Book
I enjoyed this book. It was short but sweet. I think a book before this one would of made a pretty good book. It had some hot sex scenes. One thing I didn't like is that I couldn't make a description in my head about the 2 main characters. I didn't know what they looked like, how old they were and what they did for a living. Overall pretty good book.
 Paula Ford
Recommends This Book
I loved this book! I got lost in it! Tina created the people in the book that have a lot of substance to them. I love the way she wrote about the issues Karen faced with ex husband & how she finally let it go. I loved how Karen helped Daniel get over losing his wife. I loved the way were together as friends first then lovers. I would recommend this book if want an excellent read!
Hope you enjoy,


Monday, October 13, 2014

A #FallingIntoLove Book - More Pennies Than Water by Steven Harz

 photo 51TKeMPdnjL_BO2204203200_PIsitb-sticker-v3-bigTopRight0-55_SX278_SY278_PIkin4BottomRight122_AA300_SH20_OU01__zps7359d8b5.jpg

In his third collection of fiction and poetry, award-winning writer Steven Harz once again connects readers to stories containing emotions with which we can all connect. In "More Pennies Than Water" he covers themes of loves lost and found as well as rebirth of life and coping with death. Appearing regularly in 'The Iron Writer Challenge" and "The Germ" Steven's works continue to force laughter and tears, often simultaneously. 

Praise for Steven’s work: 

“LOVE this. Started to read it, couldn't put it down....and have gone back to read it again. Completely captivated. Such powerful feelings behind this writing. I feel like I am looking not Steve's open heart and somehow invading his privacy. So much heart and soul....deep emotion. Reminders of memories lost.” 

"Thanks for bringing the memories roaring back Mr. Harz in the most 'Springsteenish' of ways" 

“Steven Harz takes me back to a time when Steely Dan was on the radio and I was finding myself as a person. Very insightful and very talented. Looking forward to more of his work.” 

 photo fallcolors_russetblack_zps85afaeb3.jpg
More pennies than water
For Sue and Steve
A generation ago they had
fallen in then out
of love
and learned that in either case
there was no net
Onward they moved to
separate points on the same map
and with their hearts affixed
to different “I Do’s”
their minds occasionally wandered
back to each other in times of quiet
like sermons and snowfall
Every so often he launched
a prayer skyward
then dropped a penny
and a wish
down a well
She put a bookmark in the 80s
but from time-to-time
attached messages to balloons
releasing them
against the wind
with her right hand while crossing
the fingers of her left
Over the years time was measured
in increments of faith and hope
and eventually the well was
more pennies than water
giving him the boost needed
to see over the wall
and upwards
towards a now-descending balloon
and its note
saying an old “I love you” in a new kind of way
and finally allowing him to
uncross his own fingers
Purchase link:
In his writing, Steven Harz captures the exhilaration, pain, and frustration of love, all the while making you strive to find the perfect balance. His work will pierce your heart with memories of love gone bad or an undying commitment to not let that happen to you - pain, truth and appreciation pour out of his words.
Steven's works have appeared in Ink Monkey Magazine, The Germ, Pocket Thoughts, and Indigo Rising UK. In 2013 Steven won The People's Poetry Contest and in 2014 was the runner-up in the Iron Writer Championship.
Author links:
Twitter: twitter.com/stevenswriting

 Thanks Steve for sharing,