Retribution- Poetry Feature

It is a humbling experience when one of your favourite writers and bloggers deigns your work worthy enough to be showcased on Blood Into Ink – a platform that portrays warrior voices of survival. You can find my poem, Retribution, as shared on Blood Into Ink, down below. Please be sure to give the collective a visit and be awed by the writings of beautiful, strong, resilient warriors who’ve survived and rebuilt their lives after experiencing unspeakable traumas.

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Retribution

A squeak
A groan
A whimper
A whine.
As you took from me
All that was mine.
A blade
A cut
A drop
A scar.
Was what I was reduced to
A once bright, burning star.
A will
A strength
A stand
A heart
Gathered over time
To pull me back on my feet.

Hurt. Recovery.
Hope. Despair.
A never ending cycle
Of deep viciousness.
Pills. Needles.
Drinks. Dregs.
Efforts to obliterate
Memories from my consciousness.
You took.
Mistook.
My silence for submission.
Now pray.
And pay.
The price of retribution.

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Varnika Jain is prone to having verbal epiphanies in the midst of all the cacophony surrounding her life.  She is a voracious reader, vociferous eater and a vehemently passionate writer. You can read more of her writing at Moonlighting Scrivener where you can find her changing the world, one word at a time.

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The Name They Call Her

By Christine at Brave and Reckless Blog

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Always said with venom

Always intended to punish

“How dare you?!” it asked her

insinuating that she was uppity

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#CoverReveal of The Getaway Series

 

 

From New York Times Bestselling author Jay Crownover comes the next two standalone titles in her Getaway series, SHELTER and ESCAPE! And that’s not all! RETREAT, the first standalone title in the Getaway series, is on sale for the first time ever! You can grab your copy for just $.99 for a limited time only. So check out the amazing covers below, and order your copies today!

 

 

Cover Design by Hang Le

About SHELTER (Coming 12/26/17):

His life is chaos and confusion. It’s a storm of uncertainty and raging emotion.

Sutton Warner is a mess. Everything in his life feels like it’s unraveling.

He’s let a lot of people down lately, including his daughter. Sutton always promised his little girl he would never disappoint her and that he would always be there when she needed him. Until he wasn’t.

The truth is, he’s used to disappointing the women in his life. First was his mother who couldn’t find a reason to stick around when he was growing up. Then there’s his ex. The woman who takes unbridled delight in making his life incredibly complicated. Luckily, his daughter is still young enough to believe her old man is some kind of hero. But, he knows the day is coming when she realizes the truth, that he’s just a man with some serious flaws and a list of ever-growing weaknesses.

Finally, there’s the woman he’s desperately trying to forget with every shot tossed back and each pill popped.

He more than disappointed Emrys…he almost got her killed.

Her love is steady and sure. It’s a shelter shaped by conviction and silent assurance.

Emrys Santos is lost. Everything in her life feels pointless and futile.

She’s been busy running away from her feelings and all the people who love her the most—including her best friend, the one person who knows exactly what she’s been through. They promised to always stick together and to lean on one another. It was a promise Em had to break so she could lick her wounds and figure out her next move. For once, there is no easy way out of the tangled web of emotions she’s caught up in, and right now, she recognizes that all roads lead back to Wyoming…and back to Sutton.

The man she nearly got killed.

Shelter is a standalone novel, the second book in the Getaway series, which features the hardheaded and brokenhearted Warner brothers and the women who dare to love them. These boys are very good at putting the wild in wilderness.

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About ESCAPE (Coming 1/30/18):

Everything inside of him is screaming that he needs to run, he needs to go, he needs to escape.

Lane Warner is used to being overshadowed and overlooked.

After all, he’s the youngest brother and the most laid back one in the family. He’s the one known for going with the flow and not making waves, even when things seem to be at their worst.

Very few things in life have had the ability to rile Lane up and get under his skin. At the top of that list is his childhood friend Brynn Fox…no…Brynn Warner. The fact that they share a last name was the one thing that has the power to light him up and spin him out of control like no other. There was no calm, cool and collected when it comes to all the reasons why Brynn had to become part of his family.

It’s slowly killing him to keep wanting what he can’t have, so Lane sees only one way to stop himself from doing something they’ll both regret…he has to leave.

Everything inside of her is calling out to find him, to follow, to bring him home.

Brynn Warner is used to being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

After all, she’s the daughter of an unrepentant gold-digger who never once blinked at being the cause of her daughter’s pain and suffering.

Very few things in her life have ever brought happiness and a sense of security. At the very top of that list is Lane Warner. She has unwaveringly loved the youngest Warner since the first minute she laid eyes on him. He was everything Brynn ever wanted and everything she knew she could never have.

Sometimes the right choice is the one that hurts the most and Brynn’s had to make a few that felt like they might be the end of her.

When Lane takes off, one thing is clear, the only choice Brynn has is to go after him.

She’s going to bring her wayward cowboy home….whatever it takes.

Escape is a standalone novel, the third book in the Getaway series, which features the hardheaded and brokenhearted Warner brothers and the women who dare to love them. These boys are very good at putting the wild in wilderness.

 

 

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And don’t miss the first standalone novel in the Getaway Series, RETREAT, on sale for just $.99! Grab your copy today!
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About Jay Crownover:

Jay Crownover is the international and multiple New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men Series, The Saints of Denver Series, the Point Series, the Breaking Point Series, and the Getaway Series. Her books can be found translated in many different languages all around the world. She is a tattooed, crazy haired Colorado native who lives at the base of the Rockies with her awesome dogs. This is where she can frequently be found enjoying a cold beer and Taco Tuesdays. Jay is a self-declared music snob and outspoken book lover who is always looking for her next adventure, between the pages and on the road.

 

 

 

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Shore to Sail

In life we dread

Choppy waters,

And we tread

Lightly

Steering clear,

Lest we get sucked into a whirlpool.

For the mighty ocean has claimed many a life,

Promptly becoming a floating grave

Engulfing men in its watery depths so cool.

With an aura of mystery,

And the promise of adventure,

The sea of life

Ceaselessly beckons

Yet we drop our anchors

Near the shore

Ignoring the summons

Never venturing to the fore

But listen to this, loud and clear,

Tides will come

And tides will go

But we are ships.

And ships, my dear,

Ships will sail.

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Moving on

Sometimes, I look back at on days which led me to you. I wonder if I had an inkling of how drastically my world was about to change. Would I have been slightly happier, knowing good times lie ahead? Or somewhat sad, preparing myself to bid goodbye to the self I used to be? After all, I’d lived with that detached, aloof, anxious, depressed personality for almost a decade.

Would it have been akin to leaving your first home when moving into a better place? The chipped paint, those chunks of plaster falling off, that smudge of oil there and that stain somewhere else which obstinately refused to disappear. Every rip, tear, cut, scrape, scratch and wrinkle, telling a tale of days lived. Never to be revisited by my corporal self again. In ever corner, still lurking, stifled memories that used to overpower me every night. Shadows gliding on surfaces with the shifting sun, hiding and illuminating different parts and spaces, some beautiful, some ugly.

I wonder how it would have felt to cross over the threshold one final time, forever leaving behind that dilapidated structure, carrying no baggage in this journey onward.

Was it still standing in my wake? Or did it crumble and raze to the ground, no longer straining under the burden of keeping itself together for my sake. No longer a shelter, no longer a prison. No longer needed, no longer hated. Did the windows finally budge and open up to let fresh light stream in? Or did they shutter themselves forever, donning a veil in mourning?

I might never have an answer to my queries of the past, but I find solace in the fact that I am home now. The one I had always sought.

And to you, my old self –

A Dieu Vous Commant (I Commend you to God)

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Words From An Unlikely Poet

When one of your favourite bloggers comes out with a poetry book you can’t be anything less than absolutely elated!
Oftentimes, we have an unbound love for certain writers but are unable to express it because there’s no way to communicate or they may not be alive anymore. I won’t be stretching the truth when I say some books have saved lives, some have shaped lives and yet others have given life. Today, we have a wonderful opportunity of appreciating writers by posting reviews on their work. If nothing else, it’s a way to give back to the community that puts it’s blood and sweat into creating safe havens, healthy entertainment and enriching recreation for each and every one of us. I would be very grateful if you could please take some time out of your schedules to read Mr. Charlie Hasler’s book and be kind enough to leave a review for the same if you like. I assure you, from what I know of his writings thus far, you shan’t be disappointed.

Lit

I lit up like a Christmas tree.

Why? Remains a mystery.

Was it because you smiled at me?

Or did you set my heart free?

I could feel a flutter,

For sure?

Or was it just a further lure?

Can I call you out on your bluff?

Or am I blinded by all the fluff?

Aargh, all this thinking is so tough!

I wish I had a plan and not a sketch this rough.

In your eyes I can see I am still alight

Would you please just hold on tight?

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