This book has been rewritten and is dedicated to my Grandmother, Marie Valerie Perrett. Her flesh and bones now lay as ash, while her spirit glows within the ones fortunate to have breathed her air, as memories, and moments from the past become those that define our future. In my life some of those are memories and lessons that she has taught me, not just by words, but by actions.
She gave me the tools to be a strong woman, and at times I admit I struggled to stand, but my grandmother held me by both hands at those times and lifted me up. Then she let me go, because she knew, she knew all along that one day I would need the strength to stand on my own. To lift my own daughter by her hands and learn to let her grow so she can become stronger.
Who you were or the way you felt, my Grandmother loved without judgement.
When she looked at me, spoke to me I never doubted her love, it was always an invisible beam between us. When I was younger we used to lay on her bed and she used to read to me stories from the bible while I used her arm as a pillow. I remember when I got a bit older and she read to me then I asked her, "Gran why does a story always start with Once Upon A Time?" She said because now it is a fairytale but once upon a time it was true. It was then I imagined life, I convinced myself that aliens were real. That I could be anything I want.
There is never a moment that is perfect to let the one you love go and she was one of the very few who I have loved and still do. I took my books off the pre-order today and I am glad I did. Because I get to share her memory with you guys. And dedicate this book that she waited so long to read but barely started. On Tuesday, December 4th 2018, I read the first chapter to her.
I wish I knew that it was the last day, but we never really know when death comes naturally, do we.


Beauty's Breath (The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club) Book 4

Chapter37:Beggar

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There is no excuse or reasons why I have taken this book off and why there has been a delay. I feel to you as the reader, that it is only fair I explain my reasons why.
The thing is I don't really have a reason but to say that life has thrown me curve balls. I have been trying so hard to learn the art of living that I started losing part of myself in the process. Writing has always been easy, but recently the stuff I write always turns dark. The endings all seem too bleak and the romance though it burns like the yearning in my heart the words just come out as that, just words.
I was born to write, to create stories and enter entire different worlds. But now I am realizing that I was born to also live. For, how do we tell stories if we have barely understood our reality.
Right now as sit at this desk and write down these words, I can honestly say that this, now, is the most truthful that I have been to you and myself.

There is no excuse or reasons why I have taken this book off and why there has been a delay. I feel to you as the reader, that it is only fair I explain my reasons why.
The thing is I don't really have a reason but to say that life has thrown me curve balls. I have been trying so hard to learn the a...

Chapter 2