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Title: The Forgotten Ones

Author: Laura Howard

Genre: NA Paranormal Fantasy Romance

Expected release date: May 15, 2013

Age Group: New Adult

Cover Designer: Stephanie Mooney

Allison O’Malley just graduated from college. Her life’s plan is to get a job and take care of her schizophrenic mother. She doesn’t have room for friends or even Ethan, who clearly wants more.When Allison’s long-lost father shows up, he claims he can bring her mother back from the dark place her mind has sent her. He reveals legends of a race of people long forgotten, the Tuatha de Danaan, along with the truth about why he abandoned her mother.

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Waiting on Wednesday is a weekly feature hosted by Jill atBreaking the Spine. I love it because it is basically a squee-fest where book lovers can choose one book that they are DYING to get their hands on. Check it out!

Dirty Little Secret

by Jennifer Echols

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Bailey wasn’t always a wild child and the black sheep of her family. She used to play fiddle and tour the music circuit with her sister, Julie, who sang and played guitar. That ended when country music execs swooped in and signed Julie to a solo deal. Never mind that Julie and Bailey were a duet, or that Bailey was their songwriter. The music scouts wanted only Julie, and their parents were content to sit by and let her fulfill her dreams while Bailey’s were hushed away.

Bailey has tried to numb the pain and disappointment over what…

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Love

You rubbed

concern and love

into my skin.

I lathered in your

warmth

and you made sure

I was rinsed

clean

of all the

hate

doubts

fears

hurt.

You healed me

and made sure

I was clothed

in more than just

beauty,

but with

understanding

empathy

knowledge

motivation.

You made me

Me.

Doubting

My body is sore,

full of doubts,

headaches,

and growing pains

which never helped me

get an inch taller.

So I am short,

short on words

and patience

half of the time.

I am tired.

Tired of this crap

of excuses

loaded in the fingernails

which scratch out

more problems

leaving scars on papers

and pavements.

 

This is someone I

used to know.

I am New Here

I found you in tea leaves

laced with honey-filled words.

Words you sounded out

with song-like waves of

vibrations.

I am new here.

Here, the place you are.

However, I don’t feel like a

stranger for too long.

You guide me through

the dirt roads

and forests.

Through the lakeswith sunset beauty

across the ripples.

Can you teach me to see

in colors of sounds and smells?

Can you make sure I feel alright

and smooth, and warm?

What do I taste like?

Is it a mix of honey and lemon?

or of coffee, mixed with words of

angst, passion, and change?

You cause my mouth to ramble

broken words, syllables really.

I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.

You make me lost

and Yet I feel like you

found me.

Home.

Origami Humans

I wish I could send you me

So we could fold into each other

just like origami

humans.

We learn to cuddle far apart

using pillows and blankets to

mimic each other.

that falls apart.

luckily we haven’t.

Soon,

My leg will be in between yours

While your arm rests beneath my head

ensuring my own

comfort.

and I imagine

you laying there smiling,

knowing we could have this everyday,

eventually.

and that event will be miraculous.

I will give you goosebumps

as I gently move into the space you

created.

But you want me closer

to meld into your form

because we’re making up for lost space.

and feeling lost

without the other

to whisper to at night.

So I try my best to meld

so your arms become mine

and you see through my eyes.

I am happy

clothed in you.

 

Gravity’s Sun

This one time I held the sun and

the world turned over.

We ate water and drank food.

Maybe I’m lying down on the air

or just lying.

Maybe I just held a stone

and helped more than 2 birds.

Maybe this is just to say,

watch what you do.

You may just change.

Lost Words

My words hide from

me tonight.

I cannot see or feel them.

Did I lose it in the wasted coffee

or wasted time?

Maybe it’s too dark out,

or maybe I need more caffeine,

or some new bulbs.

I wonder if I’m trapped in a bulb,

wrapped around the filament,

or is that just a figment.

My senses are weakened, and

I cannot see you either.

too much distance

and my eyesight is terrible.

You tried on my glasses and

laughed at how strong my prescription was.

which seems to hold more power than myself

some days, and nights.

Hurry, come closer.

my throat hurts

too much to say

Fireflies

I wonder how God delights in

the complexities of the creations.

Like how fireflies create morse code

which light up crabapple trees

and mason jars.

Or how my hair becomes a paintbrush

so thick, and useful.

Like how flowers become

statements of love and

Grief.

Or how my skin is pale

so I glow like lightning bugs

during the blanketed atmosphere.

Like how bees know how to

communicate through dances.

Or how my mind is indecisive

because I love too much.

He probably has a diary in His head

memorizing His admiration of

the perceived faults

like how knots in wood create

character.

Or how the 22 freckles on your left cheek

and 11 beauty marks on your back

are 33 ways God says

You are bigger than a star;

You are a constellation.

And that should

never wear you down.