#Meme Fun things #Monday

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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: 

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*RS*

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

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#GiddyFool I am a PUBLISHED Author #Giveaway

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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

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Synopsis:

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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Excerpt:

“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. 

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Breathe – Clarissa (The Pierson Twins Duet, Book One) @rsilverstone7 #giveaway

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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.

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“I have to show you something. I hope it’ll make you laugh because … well, you look like you need one right about now.”

I sat taller in my seat as I waited for him to pull something up on his phone. When he turned the screen toward me, I could see that he had a blog page filling the screen. A Mind of Creation was the name of it and he apparently was the mind behind it. After a few more touches of the screen, he handed me the phone.

“Don’t freak out on me or anything. I just want to show you something. I said I would if ever I had the opportunity. I didn’t think it was going to be this soon. Anyway, there it is.”

I give him a puzzled look before beginning to read the blog post.

            There was a girl I had in my life. No, let me begin again. Once upon a time, I believed two close friends could become more and would be man and wife. The two friends, myself and another, knew everything about one another, could practically finish each other’s sentences, and were each other’s shadows. All was right in their world. I’ve been told we were crazy to believe that a male and female could be nothing more than friends. During our younger years, I would have vehemently disagreed. We were nothing more than friends; until we weren’t.

One day something changed; I changed. I went from watching my best friend do her normal routine of fixing her hair, putting on lip gloss, and spraying that spray that made her smell like berries to seeing her as this amazingly beautiful young woman. There are only a handful of people that know how much I enjoy berry flavors. there are certain things that affect my olfactory system so strongly that I have a visceral reaction to it. Smelling that scent that day made such a reaction happen. It’s the only way I can describe that change. I didn’t know what to do with what I was feeling. It’s something I’d never done before. 

I don’t believe she ever knew how strongly the feelings were that I felt for her. I was always just her very best friend. There was this poem that she wrote. I don’t even know if she remembers it. She trashed it because of the content. Needless to say, I fished it out and have kept it for safe keeping. In my mind, it was one of the most honest things she ever wrote. I don’t know if she still puts pen to paper or fingers to keys. I don’t even recall who this was for. I dreamed a long time ago that I was its intended reader

I’ve been thinking about you

And all the things you can do

The way you make me feel

It seems surreal

There are thoughts in my mind

That make me want to find

A very special place

To put an end to this race

The racing of my heart

Make me want to part

My lips with my fingertips

Take a few sips

Make me detonate

I’m your willing plate

Have me for your meal

Breakfast, dinner, dessert, whatever you feel

I don’t know what made me share this today. I guess it was just something I was thinking about as I prepared myself for this next venture and pulled together the makings for a berry cobbler. (<- Yes, Readers, I’m the one baking this from scratch.)

Below the post was the recipe for his mom’s berry cobbler, but it was missing a key ingredient. I smiled to myself because only close family and friends would know what was missing from the mix.

“What?”

I’m sure he was probably thinking I was smirking for an entirely different reason.

“I noticed the missing ingredient in your mom’s dessert, something I know is your personal favorite.”

“Really? I won’t bring up the obvious elephant just yet. Go ahead. Wow me!”

“The salted caramel base is missing. Your mom never put much, but it was always at the base of the dish.”

Nathaniel looks genuinely impressed by my knowledge.

“I am … amazed. My sister doesn’t even know that. It’s something my mom made me promise not to share that secret.”

“I’m not surprised. Jeannie didn’t and still doesn’t strike me as the type to care about the things that make up the meals. She is always about …”

“The final product.”

We said it at the same time and gave in to the laughter that we felt. It relieved some of the tension we were feeling. Looking at Nathaniel, I realized just how much I missed laughing with my friend. I wasn’t given much time to dwell on it.

“Now, let’s get back to the elephant.”

Yes. Let’s.

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kindle-interior-title-pageThere is so much that could be said to define who I am but only one thing comes to mind: book lover. It is what I have been and will always be. I am addicted to created works and the minds behind them. It is a pleasure and honor to know that I am now creating works of my own. Take heart those suspenseful moments in life.

“They are the ones that prepare for some of the most interesting surprises.” RS

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