Dearest Beloved,
I have no words to express
How much, how deeply I miss you.
I miss your smile.

I miss the laughter in your eyes.
I miss the way you hold me at the end of a very long day.
I miss the way you can soothe my tired,
Aching soul with but a single touch.

Dearest Beloved,
I cannot wait to see you again.
I long to feel the sunshine
Of your embrace

As I fall asleep at night,
To see the sunshine of your smile when I wake again.
I miss having your shoulder to cry on
And your hand to hold.

Dearest Beloved,
I miss you. Oh, how I miss you.
I miss sharing the day’s simple pleasures with you,
Especially now. Especially at Christmas. Especially every day.

Without you here,
Our family is fractured. Incomplete.
Without you here,
I feel tense. Off-kilter. Tired.

Dearest Beloved,
I cannot wait for you
To come home. I cannot wait to love you again.
I cannot wait.

Dearest Beloved,
I love you. I miss you. Goodnight.


(c) 2015. All rights reserved.


Today I am over the moon excited to share a new book release with you. Bleizgeist, by the wonderful Hazel Butler, debuts today and I am beside myself with excitement. Hazel is a great friend, a wonderful author, and a talented artist, and I am so, so happy for her.

 Be sure to check out the Rafflecopter at the end – there’s a giveaway happening that you won’t want to miss!

Hazel Butler
Published by: Astrid Press
Publication date: December 15th 2015
Genres: Dark Fantasy, New Adult
Ingary is a harsh land. Cursed by a perpetual winter, the isolated little town has all but forget why they worship the wolf.

Marked by magic she cannot control, Marishka is an outcast. Alone and starving she is plagued by geiste, the unconscious minds of the people of Ingary, roaming the wilderness as they sleep. Attracted to the gramarye in Marishka’s blood, the geiste give her no rest. Losing herself to madness, she is saved when she chances to fall in love. But when her affair is discovered, all hope is taken from her.

Beaten and lovelorn, she resigns herself to death.

And then the wolf walks through her door, and Marishka recalls the meaning of Bleizgeist—the spirit of the wolf.

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Eventually, I thought, death will come for me.

It was a comforting notion, and…