So….I’ve published….BREAKING ME. https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25003900-breaking-me Right now it’s in process at Amazon, Smashwords, Kobo, iTunes, Google Play, and of course it’s free.
The book is about 50 pages and takes place a couple of days before Waiting For A Fall begins. I hope you guys like it! Here’s the blurb! The 50 page prequel to Waiting For A Fall… If living life to the fullest was a test… I’d get an ‘F’. The summer before senior year was supposed to be fun, but my mom had other plans. What she failed to realize was that I wasn’t a little girl anymore, and just because she said so, didn’t mean I had to listen. If only it wasn’t just her I had to deal with, because unfortunately for me, I was born into a family that no matter what I did, or how I did it… looked at me like an outsider. You hear ‘you’re wrong’ enough times, pretty soon that’s all you’ll believe. But I’m more than they think I am, and one of these days, it’s going to be my turn to live…. and finally be free.
I’ve noticed that the covers I originally (original as in this year) are looking very dark online. So I changed them, making them brighter and I’m satisfied with the result (hells yeah!).
Also I’m working on a prequel to Waiting For A Fall, it’ll be called Breaking Me, it’ll be around 50 pages and it’ll be free. I’ll be putting it up soon, so if you see it on your retailer download it!!!!!!!
Present day, Saturday April 20th 2013.
Here’s a known fact, in life we’re going to meet a lot of people.
Mostly semi–normal to normal people, with the odd bunch mixed in from time to time. I’d classify myself as part of the ‘odd’ category… and PROUD of it!
At twenty-two years old, and if you asked my mom, my life was a disappointment for a number of reasons that included…
1: Getting arrested for fighting with my ex – best friend Ronnie during my senior of year of high school.
2: Not graduating university.
3: Working at King’s Ice Cream Palace at the age of twenty-two.
4: And the biggest disappointment and offence of all… was breaking up with Ben, my boyfriend of five years.
Number four however was the catalyst…leading me down a path where I’d meet ‘a man’ so incredibly FUCKED in the head, that he made me look…. normal?
Anyways… here I was now, about to enter a room, looking like a million bucks (or at least a few thousand) all thanks to a makeover team from…. HELL.
My father’s fiftieth birthday party, held in a party room at the Pacific Banquet Hall in Ottawa, Ontario, an event my mom probably had planned for months, yet I found out about it last MONDAY, and coincidently on the same day I’d met…. HIM.
By the way, the last twenty-four hours… would haunt me for the rest of my life. Just so you should know, in case you wanted to bail out on hearing what happened yesterday morning, afternoon, night, and then this morning…. to me!
It was wrong… very, very, very, very WRONG!
The itch I felt deep down was real and it was going to take more than a bottle of body wash to get rid of it. Honestly, a team of doctors and skin burning lasers still had a way to go before I’d felt clean down there again.
There was no other way to explain what I just went through except to start from the beginning.
Something like that…. :-)
Always Wanted Forever was previously published as Xander Barns Series: Always Wanted, Wanted Always, Calling Forever
Waiting For A Fall is available on Kobo and Amazon, Barnes and Noble and ibooks right now.
Mom actually twitched when I announced I would no longer be wearing that watch. We went back and forth while she prepped dinner, roast chicken and potatoes, while I diced lettuce (which was probably for me).
The argument was going nowhere, but neither Mom nor I were giving in. Even Dad stormed out of the basement (by the way, my parents were accountants) and told us to quit it. The kitchen grew silent, Dad returned to the basement and I finished chopping lettuce.
I almost thought things were going to be okay, but as usual Mom couldn’t concede, not when she just felt so strongly about something. She had to get hers… somehow.
As we all sat down for dinner, she thought she was being so smart, serving our plates in the kitchen and bringing them out to the dinner table. Roast chicken and potatoes, set neatly on plate for each member of my family, except for me. I got a bare plate and the salad I chopped in a huge bowl placed in front of me, along with a white wine vinegar and olive oil mixture in a gravy dish.
“Have as much salad and dressing as you want, Annabelle.” Mom beamed behind her steaming plate of food.
I wanted to bark out laughing, like I’d finally been driven to madness by her ridiculousness. But instead I chose to retaliate. Mom wouldn’t be victorious at dinner wars, not this time.
I cleared my throat. “A well balanced diet needs protein, no? I know for a fact that’s what the nutritionist said.”
Mom’s jaw dropped and Dad stared at her for confirmation. Charles and Katherine ate their food, oblivious to what was about to happen. Without waiting for her approval, I grabbed my bare plate and headed into the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Mom panicked, getting out of her chair.
“To get me some protein.” I grinned and sliced through roast chicken while Mom screeched to deaf ears behind me.
And so the rebellion continued, with a point to Annabelle Simms, victor of the roast chicken battle.
That’s it for now…..
Friendship is a myth.
It’s tripe packaged as fucking puppies and rainbows, meant to be good and great, and happy, and the worst descriptive tribute and the most fraudulent, honest.
There’s a knife in my back, but it’s not a flimsy switch blade a piece of shit stole from their daddy’s stash, but a giant razor machete. It’s moulded onto my bones, a permanent resident of my blood stream, and from the point in which the eye opener occurred, a part of my life for the rest of my life. Shit like that happens, you can’t ever go back. This scar is staying with me and unapologetically those that dare replicate unacceptable behaviour will have to face the consequences of my newfound outlook. If you try me, it’ll only happen once. I’m not evil… I’m just tired of being shit on all the time.
~ M. Kensington (Calling Ms. Kensington)
Working on some Xander…for the rest of the day.
I love him.
My crazy f..king….character.
“It’ll be a punishment.” I whispered, quickly hiding underneath the bed covers and bringing the blanket all the way up to my chin. In an instant, he was lying over me, using his elbows to hold his weight.
“You’re cruel.” He whispered, an inch from my evil smile. I got this bitch all tangled and I knew he was dying inside.
Xander’s nose softly caressed the side on my jaw, his body sinking over me, stretching his elbows out no longer using them as a crutch. “Knowing how you are underneath the blanket, and I can’t see anymore…”
I chuckled with him inhaling the side of my face. “Kills you, tortures you. Well use your imagination then.”
His head came up, blue eyes alive and slightly crazy looking. He leaned closer, a breath away from my mouth. “Fuck imagination.”
Something like that….. — feeling excited.