#Meme Fun things #Monday


I have a love-hate relationship with Monday just as quite a few others do when it comes to the first day of most people’s work week. The photo above is me pretty much every Sunday. I feel like it sneaks up on me every damn weekend. I probably should be used to it by now, but I’m not. I have this ever pressing need to scream out my frustration every single time I look at the clock on Sunday afternoon. It hits me like a ton of bricks that I only have a few more hours before I have to get some rest in order to start my work week.

It often makes me wonder who in the hell determined we as a society should have a standard work week of five days on and two days off? That is CRAP! Are you kidding me? 

If anything, it should be four days on and three days off. My goodness. Oh, how amazing that would be!

This is what I’m thinking when I first wake up on a Monday:

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These are just because they cracked me up:

This is what I feel the moment I check my evil, bitchy, and negative side: 



**From the journal of a clustered mind.**




#SuspenseFilled An Overactive Creative Mind #Holiday

I didn’t think it would be possible for me to have more ideas than I had time to develop them. I am happy to say that I was absolutely one hundred percent wrong. The ideas are coming in waves and I am riding them out like a good, little writer should. It is weird to know that I am an author. I mean I was one before the publishing happened and all. It’s now a reality. I have work that I pounded the keys to complete and is available to be purchased. How awesome is that?

Now, I get to add some novellas to the mix and I want to dance in the streets. Fully clothed, of course. Maybe not. You never know. I have two novellas that I am planning to release next month just in time for Christmas. The first is the suspense novella and the second is a somewhat romantic suspense novella.

Sebastian Winters and Eric Pierson promise to give readers more than what they bargained for. The ladies that occupy their time aren’t slouches either.

Each introduces characters that will have their full-length novels released during the 2017. Expect them both December 15th. 

The first: 


Whet your murderous appetite as Sebastian wets his. I am a man of many moods. One that is wickedly desirable and gives insurmountable pleasure. Most don’t know the man playing conductor to some of the most sought after performances to hit the stage. Being the creative mind behind the magnanimous pieces that have been said touch people in places they never knew they could be touched by music isn’t enough. My creative outlet needs to be expanded. Why not fill my hours with sex, lies and a touch of murder?

The last holiday bells to be rung

                                                 will be those belonging to Sebastian.

The second: 


Christmas is supposed to be about love, support, giving, gifting, and—most of all—family.

The Piersons have decided to come together to celebrate. The goal is to ignore the lives of each of the Pierson siblings while not dealing with the heavy loss they’ve recently suffered. A few things present themselves that promise to destroy any chance of pulling of Eric Pierson’s surprise for his girlfriend, Lorna Horner. The major catastrophe waiting to destroy everything he’s been working for comes in the form of an ex-girlfriend, Serenity McAdams has something to share that is sure to make proposing to Lorna an impossibility.

What else can go wrong this holiday season?








#GiddyFool I am a PUBLISHED Author #Giveaway


As of midnight November 18th, Rose Silverstone is a PUBLISHED author. 

Title: Breathe: Clarissa

Series: The Pierson Twin Duet

Release Date: November 18, 2016

Genre: Romantic Suspense



Catch your breath as Clarissa learns to control hers. It’s the first thing she should learn to control then maybe she’ll get a handle on everything else in her life.

Life is funny. It sure has a funny way of showing an individual what type of person they truly are. Hmm, life shows a person all of the signs of their weaknesses and sometimes throws them up in their face while beating them down.
In my case, it wasn’t so much … life. It was the guy in my world. It was the man that I’d chosen to give my body and heart to. At one time, I believed he was absolutely perfect and practically walked on water. I won’t dwell on that now. I’ll come back to it later. I want to share how I got to the point of fighting for every breath before learning how to breathe.
I’m Clarissa Pierson. I’m twenty-four years old, the “good” twin and this is my story.

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“Your turn. Best idiotic thing someone has ever asked you when they learn what you do for a living.”

“Riss, is this what we’re really going to do tonight? I mean, it’s great catching up and hanging out, but I’m sensing something’s off. This feels forced. The only time it has ever felt that way with us was when …”

“One or both of us was overcompensating. I know. I … I just wanted a glimpse. It’s what I’ve always expected us to be.”

“What do you mean by ‘us?’ Have you been …” He pauses and sits up straighter before continuing. “Tell me what you mean.”

Nathaniel’s features are a canvas of emotion. The prominent one is hope and I want to keep it steadily in place. The problem is I can’t do that.

“Friends. I’ve missed us as … friends.”

The hope morphs to disappointment and I turn away. Averting my gaze means I’m not focusing on the pain I’m causing him. I don’t need to see it to know it is there. I’ve recognized the looks. I’ve seen the desire. I know it well because it is reflected back at me in my mirror when I think of him. I’m not in a space where he’s even a possibility for me.

“Bull … shit! You don’t fool me.” He’s out of his chair and around the table before I can turn to see what he’s doing. “I’m not letting you drive any longer, Clarissa. I’m having what’s rightfully mine tonight. Screw the rest. This is ours.”

His lips are crashing into mine before I’m able to formulate a response. I’m in his arms and being carried to the couch bed as he reacquaints himself with the feel of my lips. Our tongues dance and I can think of no reason to pull away from this man. We don’t pull apart as we strip each other. I’m beyond thrilled to know that neither of us is wearing something that needs to go over either of our heads.


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#ComingSoon A Silverstone Gem


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I’m so excited to have an opportunity to expand my writing chops. My first book is due to release on November 18th. This means I have 13 days before my book releases!

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If you’re interested in giving my work a read before release, please send me a message and I will be more than willing to offer up some copies to rabid readers. 

Here’s the trailer: Breathe Clarissa Trailer

#chances Second Chances

On this Saturday morning, I awaken and feel the need to talk about chances. I don’t know why. It’s just there asking me to give my thoughts on the subject. This running thought is much like the persistent characters in my books. It’s not going away.

Back to the subject at hand. I’ve found some quotes to assist me visually with this topic.

I am all for giving a person an opportunity to redeem themselves. My thought in allowing for the next chance is to guard the heart. If something has happened, it usually takes an affect on a person.  The heart is a strong yet fragile organ. We have to take care of it.

In the end, do what’s right for you and yours.

In matters of picking ones self up and dusting yourself off to start over, by all means do what is necessary to never give up.  I would feel like the worst kind of heel if I gave up on myself. There are so many things that I would be missing iut on in life, in general. 

I wake every morning renewed. I feel a renewal of hope, strength, and encouragement.  It’s an every day battle to maintain it. Let’s face it and call a spade a spade. Life is damn hard. It’s work to get ahead. Not just pound the pavement hard but working the faith hard.

I’m not talking about something religious either. Although, I believe that helps. No, I mean having a lot of faith in yourself.  If you don’t believe in yourself and all that you have to offer then who in the world will. We are our own best motivators and worst critics.

Thought/Homework: For every negative thought you have about your life, living situation,  relationships, and/or your body, think of a positive one. Write it down if necessary.  Build on the positive and see if that doesn’t make you feel better about everything. 

Taking a moment today to build on my positives, how about you?