Tuesday, September 18, 2018

A Delicate Subject

Sometimes there’s a story that’s simply screaming to be written. 

Characters weep and wail making it impossible to concentrate on anything else until their tale is done. Shari is that kind of character. If Just One Person (The Suicide of Shari Jensen) is that kind of story.

I started working on this several years ago and played with it off and on. I had no real intention of finishing it. I had no real intention of publishing it. It was raw, ugly, depressing. I didn’t think anyone would want to read it. It’s not pretty and there’s no happy ending. But earlier this year I met a young woman in her 20s. We’ll call her Lisa. Lisa is beautiful. Smart. Talented. She’s got a loving family and a devoted, supportive boyfriend. Her entire life is ahead of her. And yet, she’s already damaged. Bruised. Battered. Depressed. See, Lisa suffered a trauma that’s scarred her. The nightmare will never go away, but she’s learning to deal with it. She’s learning to live her life in spite of these battle wounds. She’s moving forward a little more every day. Her story isn’t unique. It’s a story far too many women could tell. I’ve heard it before. Hell, I’ve lived it myself. So, why did it touch me?

I don’t know the answer to that question. Perhaps it’s Lisa’s spirit, her determination. Maybe it’s the optimism of twenty-somethings. Or maybe, just maybe, it was simply time for me to give Shari her platform. All I can say for sure is I was absolutely compelled to finish this book. My muse stood behind me every day until I got it done. My muse didn’t care that the story made me cry. It didn’t care that I began to question everything I thought I knew about my friends. Were they feeling this way? How many of my friends felt this hopeless? How many had thought about ending their lives? Was I a good friend or was I guilty of letting my friendships go stale?

Suicide isn’t a romantic topic. It’s not fun. It’s not comfortable. It’s not something that people want to sit around and discuss. Yet, it’s the fourth leading cause of death among 35-54 year olds in the U.S. Shouldn’t we talk about it? Shouldn’t we at least take a good hard look at our friends and family? Social media is becoming the main form of communication for many lonely people, but it can’t replace human interaction. It can’t replace a hug or a warm arm around a drooping shoulder. If this sounds personal, it is. I know too many women who struggle with depression and I’ve heard too many sad stories to count. Being a good friend can’t prevent every suicide or make depression go away. However, it’s my hope that by writing this book I can shed some light on this terrible disease. I hope I can get people talking. If people are talking about it, maybe they’ll see the signs before it’s too late.

What can you do?

Show your friends they matter to you.  Sometimes, it’s only an extra phone call or a promise kept that makes the difference. Listen when they need to talk. Urge them to get help from a counselor or other mental health professional. If they’re threatening to kill themselves imminently, don’t leave them alone. Take them to an emergency room or clinic and stay until they’re safe. Contact the resources listed below for information on risk factors, warning signs, and avenues for support and assistance.

It takes just one person to make a difference.
Just one person to save a life.
Just one person to heal a wounded spirit.
Will you be that one person?


If you’re a veteran, or know one who’s considering suicide, please call the Veteran’s Crisis Line at 1-800-272-8255 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year. Press 1 to talk to someone. You can also chat online at VeteransCrisisLine.net/Chat or send a text to 838255. Help is out there! Please take that final step to reach it.

If you or someone you know needs help, call 1-800-273-8255 for the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline. You can also text HOME to 741-741 for free, 24-hour support from the Crisis Text Line. Outside of the U.S., please visit the International Association for Suicide Prevention for a database of resources.

There are too many online sites to list here. A quick internet search will bring up pages of forums, support groups, and other sites dedicated to preventing suicide and supporting both victims and family members.

If you’re concerned about someone, get educated and take action NOW!

Here's the blurb and content warning. Please heed the content warning. This book isn’t for everyone.

It didn’t happen overnight. My downward spiral started years ago. Once upon a time, I was happy and young and pretty. I had my whole life ahead of me and a heart full of bouncing optimism that kept me smiling and cheerful. That was 20 years ago though. Things have changed. Now?

I’m pissed off at everything and everyone.

The anger’s building and I can’t turn it off.

It’s only a matter of time before I unleash it on someone who doesn’t deserve it.

So lately, I’m thinking more and more about cashing out before I get any more twisted and bitter. I really want my friends and family to remember me with some love in their hearts. If I open my mouth and say what I feel, they’ll never look at me the same way again.

My suicide will be hard for them to understand, though I’m not convinced it will bother them for too long.

And at this point in my depression, I don’t care.

I’m going through the motions. Trying to get through each day with my sanity and liver intact. Money’s tight so the liver’s got a good chance of staying healthy since I can’t afford scotch anymore. Sanity? Well, now. That’s another thing entirely.

So, this is me. Shari Jensen.

Shari Jensen could be your sister, your mother, or your best friend. She’s everyone and no one. She’s an ordinary woman suffering from depression. She’s middle-aged and divorced. She has a dysfunctional family and forgetful friends. She appears strong, but deep down inside, she’s screaming for help.

Her story is hard to read, but it’s a reminder that even apparently strong, successful women can feel lost and alone behind the mask they wear for the world. It’s a reminder that just one person can make the difference between life and death.

Content warning: This story contains a first person, brutally honest expression of depression and despair, as well as a graphic depiction of a suicide.

Laurie Olerich is an ex-military, adopted Texan, bourbon swilling romantic fantasy novelist. Her action packed urban fantasy and paranormal romance novels are inspired by her thirst for exploration of the metaphysical and occult. She is an avid world traveler, always delving deeper into her research of demonology, old cemeteries, and otherwise creepy places. 

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Thursday, September 13, 2018

Together in Cyn by Jennifer Kacey

After finding their best friend’s diary two brothers find the submissive they’ve been waiting for.

She knows it’s wrong. Cyn shouldn’t have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends. She shouldn’t want the kinds of dirty and delicious sex she craves with one of them much less both of them. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she dreams of.

But Jared and Chris have read her diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers not only own a members only BDSM club called The Library, but they want her. Need her. And now, with their unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her darkest pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.

With the key to her every need in the palm of her hand will she finally be brave enough to reach for what she’s always wanted? Or will past mistakes tear them apart forever?  

The Members Only Series
Within the walls of The Library, a members only BDSM club, anything goes. It’s a dark oasis for every Dom and sub to discover their happily ever after. Screams of pleasure and pain echo through the walls every night, but beneath each cry lies a confession. Unrequited love, cravings of domination by more than just one, even the desire for someone of the same sex. Each member learns, to find their forever, they must unearth the strength to reveal…everything.

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Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey


Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas and New York. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Moving Day

Howdy pals and gals!
It’s September and back to school. The summer zipped by and I was busy. The latest book in the Evolutioneers Series came out in July (yay!) but the biggest change was Captain Awesome moved in.
The timing also coincided with my tenth year of being in my little condo, so I took the opportunity to purge, purge, purge. I usually sort through the house at least once a year, but this time I underwent a massive reorganizing. Closets, kitchen, the junk drawers (I KNOW!!) everything was sorted and reorganized. I almost broke down when I emptied the laundry room to almost nothing and stared at the mass of stuff in the hallway, but I persevered. Five trips to St. Vincent’s, a run to the dump and a few weeks later, there was room for the Captain to move in.
As one does while purging, I found a few surprises. Buried in my closet was a box all taped up. Written in bold black print were the words “Bad Memories.” I have no idea what’s in the box. I’m going to guess it might be from my divorce. Something I don’t necessarily want to see again, hence the tape, but perhaps important enough to keep in case I need it in an emergency???? No. I didn’t open it. I didn’t throw it out either. Maybe one day I will see inside. Perhaps I’ll toss it. For now it will sit tight in storage. Deep, deep, deep in storage.
There was also my moment with the rocking chair. It’s sixteen years old. Bought while pregnant with my first child. It takes up space in the living for ten years and no one really sits in it unless chair space is tight. There’s nothing wrong with it, just worn and a little squeaky. So before I sent it off for donation, I sat in the chair one last time. 
Holy crap. The memories! I rocked my babies in that chair. Sat with them on my lap and read books and sang them to sleep while in that chair. Of course, the tears hit me hard. Then I started laughing because I was crying, and cried because I was laughing. 
Captain Awesome watched me with a bemused expression on his face. “I’m sorry I’m making you change so much to have me move in,” he said. I assured him that while he was the catalyst of the purge, he wasn’t making me do anything I didn’t want. Please. As if he could make me do anything. *snort
Yes, I was sad about what losing the chair was representing; change, kids growing up, time moving on, but the new things were exciting. We were starting a new chapter in our lives. And once he was all moved in, the house looks and feels as if he’s been there forever. 
So as a new school year begins, don’t be afraid to let go of things from the past. Embrace the new. Revel in the memories and have fun making new ones.
Until next time, y’all!
Anna- The Super Diva 
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Saturday, September 1, 2018

Crepes! by Jennifer Kacey

Decadently Yours,
Jennifer Kacey


Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her miniman in Texas and New York. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.