Scarred by Mrs. S… #Erotic #Romance #ASMSG @Mrs_Smut

It’s the second and final of my NEW Release Reveals today, my lovelies!

Enjoy!

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Take it away Mrs. S… ūüôā¬†

 

About SCARRED:
The Other Woman
She thought she had everything, but what she really wanted she couldn’t have. What she wished for and what she got were two different things. Could she live without him? Did she want to? Was this really a fantasy?
Could he spend the rest of his life with her? Was he prepared to give up everything for her?
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Book Excerpt:
I need to make a decision…
Tears still running down my cheeks…
And I say ” I have never felt this close to anyone before. I have never wanted someone this much before. Your touch means everything to me. As much as I hate to admit it. I’ve developed feelings for you I shouldn’t have. I’m fucking obsessed with you!”
He hasn’t taken his eyes off me. It’s like his hanging onto my every word.
” Babe… You have to understand that this decision has come at the cost of my heart. I will not ask you to leave her. I will not ask you to choose and I refuse to be the cause of her pain. I will always want you. I will always crave you. I will always wonder about the what ifs, however, I think this is for the best. I cannot wait for your calls to hear your voice. I refuse to assume you’re thinking about me. I refuse to assume you’re missing me. I refuse to give my heart and you have no intention of reciprocating. So… Before I fall in love with you… Allow me rip my heart from my chest and tear it up into a million little pieces as I have allowed this to happen.
I could offer you so much more but YOU need to make that choice. I’d need to know if you want me for me or what I have to offer? You need to tell me what YOU want from me. You need to be honest with me.”
I released his face. Broke eye contact. As I dropped my head, my tears were the only thing consoling me.
As he got to feet. I sensed it was over…
All I wanted…
All I ever really wanted, was for him to hold me and tell me how much he wanted me.
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Author Bio:
I am Mrs. S…
I am a 30 year wife to one and mom of two with a filthy sense of humor. I’m blunt and some say I don’t know when to shut up! Lets call it verbal diarrhea!
I love telling a story so that’s why I started my blog on the 4th October 2012. My blog started out as a place to say my say. Vent if you will. However, it was mainly a platform to review books I’ve read.
Things took a turn when I started writing posts from the heart.
This was when SCARRED was conceived.
I enjoy interacting with fellow authors and praise them for their awesome writing.
I write from my heart and often cry my guts out while doing so. I want my reader to see what I see and feel what I feel.
Connect with me on:
Twitter: @Mrs_Smut

 

Will this book leave you Scarred? Read it; I dare ya! 

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Suffering in silence… #ASMSG #Inspirational #Love #Life

While I should be thrilled about my new book release, which I’m not even going to mention the name of… I’m suffering in silence…¬†

I want to share a little more of me….

I don’t want to talk about me or my own problems… I know, how is that sharing a little more of me, but I promise you’ll understand.

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While 2013 in so many ways has been an amazing year for me, I’ve also suffered sadness like you wouldn’t believe, but not just me; I suffered silently for my friends as well.

A reader I’d never met in my life, but yet we talked almost daily on twitter for 7 months died just a few months back, and I was devastated. He suffered in silence. ¬†I had to take an entire day to just recover from the shock and sadness. ¬†Although I was sad, I can’t imagine the emotional toll it took upon his family; he was only 32.

A writer, who I would consider a dear friend, yet I’ve never met her either, has suffered so much loss in her family, I’ve no idea how to comfort her anymore. My heart aches for her, yet she is one of the strongest women I know. I know she suffers in silence just as I do, but she is trooping along and still living the dream. Suffering in silence…¬†

2 very dear Leathermen from my lifestyle community passed away in the past year. One suffered silently with ALS; he smiled until the day he passed away. Another in a freak accident, but he suffered for 3 days putting on a brave face for us all before he died. Suffering in silence…¬†

A poet friend of mine just posted to his blog that he has been suffering for months, and more likely than not is going to die within the next few months from Lung cancer that has spread and is taking over his body. ¬†Yet another person that suffered in silence…¬†

My dear friend suffered in silence knowing the secret of the man above for months, he trusted her. He loves her and she loves him, and my heart is breaking right now for them both. You’re both amazing people and deserve better. I’m sorry you had to suffer in silence…¬†

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We suffer in silence because people don’t want to hear our problems. They want to live vicariously through us because they likely are already suffering in silence. It’s a vicious cycle, and we must stop it!

I for one am finished suffering in silence! If I’m having a bad day, be prepared to hear about them more often. If you truly care about me as a writer, as I do you as my readers… share with me as well!

That’s what my comment section is for!¬†

I truly lovers you guys more than you could ever know. ¬†Thank you for bothering to read this far… Stop suffering alone; if no one else cares… I do!¬†

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Penelope Jones- Spanking it since 1996!

I’m Selfish #Poetry #ASMSG #SelfAwareness

 

Self-awareness…

I learned it after the first few heart breaks

I wasn’t going to have another reason to¬†ache

I discovered I love too easily,

I give too much,

and I no long am a butter fly that wishes to fly

 

Self-defense…

I learned it after the first few beatings

I wasn’t going to have another reason to ache

I listen for pitches in voice to change,

the posture of body,

the veins popping out in the neck.

 

Self-preservation…

I learned it after the first few times I was let down

I wasn’t going to have another reason to¬†ache

I hold less stock in words than actions,

we teach people how to treat us,

and life isn’t a fucking bowl of cherries.

 

Self…

Is the root word of selfish …

 

If being¬†self-aware¬†leads to¬†self-defense, which then leads to¬†self-preservation¬†makes me selfish…

 

I’m¬†selfish!

 

 

by Penelope Jones copyright 2013