<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107</id><updated>2012-01-11T03:53:44.748-06:00</updated><category term='Crazy Month'/><category term='Red Rose RWA Recognized'/><category term='Leah&apos;s Thoughts About Sex and Romancing The Story'/><category term='Goodies for me'/><title type='text'>The Enfamous Lady of Grace Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Here to find my ideas on upcoming stories, thoughts and feelings about what I love the most...writing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-1659303619530698536</id><published>2009-09-23T12:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T13:03:40.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stabbing At John Tyler High School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;KLTV Channel 7 News&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kltv.com/global/story.asp?s=11182852"&gt;http://www.kltv.com/global/story.asp?s=11182852&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                 I am a level BEYOND pissed.  I can’t believe something like this has happened to my state, my home town, my alma mater.  A teacher was killed today at John Tyler High School in Tyler, Texas.  Never heard of this place?  Well it’s about 2 hours east of Dallas in the very heart of East Texas. &lt;br /&gt;For some reason a regular student felt that it was right to pick on a special education student and preceded to stab him and in the process, math teacher, Todd Henry, was stabbed.  He later died on the way to the hospital.  My heart, soul and spirit, goes out to his family for healing.&lt;br /&gt;                I am enraged by all of this and the level keeps rising higher and higher.  There is no way I’m going to sit here and believe that officials let it get THIS far.  My sister is a teacher at the very school and every day I prayed that she would be okay and that where she worked was safe for her.  This just proves to not only the Local officials but to the school and the community that this is not a safe zone for children as we have led our children believe.  There was virtually NO security.  No strong presence that ensured the safety of the students. So tell me, why in the hell could something like this get this far&lt;br /&gt;                Don’t get me wrong.  The boy that did this should get prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.  But he’s not the only blame.  I blame the principal for not getting into the school, learning the students, and this is all coming first hand.  I blame the district for not enforcing MANDATORY security to ensure that our family members are safe.  I blame, especially, the board for allowing someone with the competency of a grape to come in and change things that had been in place for years to come and has made John Tyler a safe place for kids to learn.  Not saying that everything was all roses and stars, but at least no one died.  At least students learned.  At least would not be in danger every day while at school. &lt;br /&gt;                It was brought to my attention that after Columbine that it was MANDATORY that ALL schools have security on detail to ensure the safety of the students.  Trust me I don’t mind especially if it’s going to mean no one dies today.  It is sad that it takes something as extreme as this to come into our lives and beg for change.&lt;br /&gt;                I’m laughing behind my tears because they wouldn’t even let the president talk to our kids and inspire them to do something different with their lives, be part of the change.  It enrages me to the point of insanity and I want to yell and scream.  I am a parent, I am a family member, I am former student and alumni of the school, I am a citizen of the city who DEMANDS better of its district.  This was uncalled for and yes this was seen to happen if things didn’t change or even change BACK to security being present at the schools.  Police officers being present on the campus.  Hell I’m not above metal detectors, CORRECT searches procedures in order to gain the safety of school back. &lt;br /&gt;                The funny thing is that I’m not just speaking for John Tyler.  I’m speaking for every student, faculty member, family member, community, city, state that has had this problem and it has NOT gone a way by just changing hands to someone else.  We need leaders.  Not pansy, push-overs, or political idols that think that the quickest solution is a quick buck.  WE NEED SOME ONE THAT CARES FOR OUR CHILDREN TO GUIDE THEM.  What had been done today was not a display of guidance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, John Tyler, and every school with this problem, has been left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-1659303619530698536?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/1659303619530698536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=1659303619530698536' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/1659303619530698536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/1659303619530698536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/09/stabbing-at-john-tyler-high-school.html' title='Stabbing At John Tyler High School'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-50121211784581383</id><published>2009-09-05T08:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:17:27.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much woman for ya!!</title><content type='html'>I know I’ve been away but it has been with good reason. My happy life has hit another snag . . . well not really. My husband and I decided to call an end to our 10 year marriage. And though I should be really upset, I knew this was coming sooner or later. With me going to school and working, take care of everything on top of running around with my head cut off, it’s no wonder that he hasn’t left sooner. No tears though, and that leads me to my question.&lt;br /&gt;Is there a such thing as “TOO strong of a woman?”&lt;br /&gt;How many women have heard that the reason that a woman can’t either keep a man or find one is that she is too strong of a woman? I ask this question more to myself than anything else, but still it intrigues me to think that this may be the case. Today, 95% of all mothers today are supermoms. We are either single, married or wish we were either. Taking one or more children, house, career, school, all the while kicking but with our superpowers by staying on top of every school function, every cough, sneeze, cough, and discipline matter that comes along, and still manages at night to be the hottie in the bedroom. And you would think a man would appreciate a woman like that. A lot of the times that‘s not the case. We are taught, by nature, to be strong, and in a lot of ways, stronger than men. We can deal with screaming kids in a small car, become the disciplinarian, and even the bad-guy when it comes to teens, and even sometimes (I did say SOMETIMES) swallow our tongue when it comes to listening and not giving our opinion (Even though we REALLY REALLY REALLY want to).&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don’t feel that I need a man to take care of me. I can do that just fine, but I want one that respects me, supports me in what I do for the household, is MY backup and I his, and someone who can make me feel safe. Basically my equal. I haven’t found that person yet. And frankly have stopped looking because there few that measure up and none of them have crossed my path just yet.&lt;br /&gt;I’m not in no way saying that I’m perfect and have to have the perfect guy. No. I’m saying my ass is picky and want someone strong enough to handle all this. LOL. And there is a big difference between strong, and a complete dickhead with all the trimmings. It’s like a told a friend of mine. “I’m crazy, and filled with all sorts of aggression 90% of the time. Ain’t no telling what I would do if someone was to hit me. But cowering in a corner ain’t it.”&lt;br /&gt;I have no tolerance, patience, or otherwise for a man that hits his woman, and vice versa. I feel so strong about it. But it makes no sense to hit, call names, or even evil looks. The Mama look is okay, but other than that, looks of hatred are punishable by a muddy meal. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I’m just ranting here, but I really wanted to know what you think? Is there a such thing as too strong of a woman?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-50121211784581383?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/50121211784581383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=50121211784581383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/50121211784581383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/50121211784581383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-much-woman-for-ya.html' title='Too much woman for ya!!'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-4361538375017173037</id><published>2009-08-01T08:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T08:13:23.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dazzling New Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SnRM2nOftzI/AAAAAAAAACs/T2vYc6T9Csw/s1600-h/CaptiveTemptation-200x300-300dpi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364997557231531826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SnRM2nOftzI/AAAAAAAAACs/T2vYc6T9Csw/s320/CaptiveTemptation-200x300-300dpi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Weekend!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in an uproar from school and work and kids and writing that I have been MIA for a while. But I have some really great to show off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the cover for Captive Temptation. Not saying that they were slow or anything,but the wait waws killing me. I felt like sitting in front of the christmas tree at 3am when Mama said we can't open them till 8. AGGGGHHHH!! But the wait paid off and now I have a wonderful cover to be extremely proud of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just take a look! &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though my family always have wisecracks about my covers ESPECIALLY my bestfriend Chewie who says it looks like Thriller, they are really supportive and proud of me and push me to do more.  I'm really excited about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-4361538375017173037?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/4361538375017173037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=4361538375017173037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4361538375017173037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4361538375017173037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/08/dazzling-new-cover.html' title='Dazzling New Cover'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SnRM2nOftzI/AAAAAAAAACs/T2vYc6T9Csw/s72-c/CaptiveTemptation-200x300-300dpi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-7491247770968456616</id><published>2009-06-20T14:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:09:50.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sorry I've been AFK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;Hey Everyone!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;I am so sorry I've been AFK (Away  from Keyboard) for a while.&amp;nbsp; I've had a lot of things going on this month  that I've had to reprioitise my mental compacity because, let's face it, ain't  much swimming around up there now days. LMAO!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;At the beinning of this month, I  started school at Texas State Technical College in Marshall, Texas.&amp;nbsp; It's a  126 mile round trip drive starting at 6:30 in the morning but it's really worth  it for a good degree in Software programming and web design.&amp;nbsp; Yeah, it's a  pretty crazy idea to drive so far with gas being so high but I was like what the  heck.&amp;nbsp; The school is great.&amp;nbsp; And it's OKAY to be geeky  there&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;!!!!!&amp;nbsp; Besides, why not  get a degree in something I like doing and keep the money flowing in house as  well as a steady income with a paid job.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's all win win for  me.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;But that, unfortunately is not  all.&amp;nbsp; I have decided I have stretched myself thin and have still been  working on the website for my job.&amp;nbsp; I have finished to a point and put the  critical points up,&amp;nbsp; but as you know, with wedesign, that ain't all.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;And with work, I have been traveling  to different conferences, some of which I didn't expect.&amp;nbsp; Just recently I  drove to Texarkana for a Conference on Geriatric Sensitivity.&amp;nbsp; It was  really in lightneing, but As you know, I don't travel much.&amp;nbsp; Thought that's  something that I want to do, but haven't done yet.&amp;nbsp; I'm really proud of  myself.&amp;nbsp; I drove all by myself (okay me and my little GPS I got from my  mom).&amp;nbsp; 2 hours on the road, company milage, eating on the company credit  card, free -to-me hotel with all the trimmings for a night and then the 2 and a  half hour drive back home was an experience, that I would like to repeat, so  long as I don't have to pay for it. LMAO!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;We writers is poor, I like to  say!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;Not to mention that but with as hot  as it's been this start of the summer, my air conditioning, has been on the  fritz.&amp;nbsp; I just had it charged in March and now here we go again.&amp;nbsp; Good  thing I'm not paying for that to be done either. LMAO!!! The only bad thing is  that it decided to go out the day I'm out of town and miles away from  home.&amp;nbsp; Yet on monday it's getting fixed and my mom will have company all  weekend. LMAO!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;But now I am resting at home  finishing my home work and working on Book two of my Captive series "Captive  Seduction"&amp;nbsp; and putting the thoughts from paper onto the computer form my  trip.&amp;nbsp; Next month proves to be a pretty dull month.&amp;nbsp; No trips so I get  to get a lot of writing done.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;Talk to you soon.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;Leah Vaughn&lt;BR&gt;Romance  Author&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;Coming Soon with Red Rose  Publishing...&lt;BR&gt;Captive Temptation&lt;BR&gt;Read about it on &lt;A  href="http://www.freewebs.com/ladyofgrace25"&gt;www.freewebs.com/ladyofgrace25&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;&lt;A  href="http://www.freewebs.com/ladyofgrace25"&gt;www.freewebs.com/ladyofgrace25&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A  href="http://www.myspace.com/leahvaughn"&gt;www.myspace.com/leahvaughn&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A  href="http://www.ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt;Come Visit My Store Today!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A  href="http://www.cafepress.com/ladyofgrace25"&gt;www.cafepress.com/ladyofgrace25&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-7491247770968456616?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/7491247770968456616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=7491247770968456616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/7491247770968456616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/7491247770968456616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-sorry-ive-been-afk.html' title='So Sorry I&apos;ve been AFK!!!'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-3107089755563224609</id><published>2009-05-17T12:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:42:22.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Devon's Happy Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Palatino Linotype" size=2&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;I wanted to give a heads up on my son, Devon.&amp;nbsp; He's 5 years old with  mid to mod Autism.&amp;nbsp; He's been in the PPCD program since he was 3 years  old.&amp;nbsp; I have worked and worked with him and though they said that he would  never be a verbal child, HE TALKS!!! and says all kinds of things, asks for all  kinds of things.&amp;nbsp; I am so excited.&amp;nbsp; But that's not the best  part.&amp;nbsp; I have been arguing with the school that he's in that he has  improved intellectually past the point of being in the PPCD for another  year.&amp;nbsp; He has surpassed their curriculum since he's been in there more than  2 years.&amp;nbsp; By the end of this year they were thinking of little BS goals  just to keep him in there ( i think).&amp;nbsp; He knows all his colors, letters,  shapes, numbers, can trace his name, Identifies his name, knows all of&amp;nbsp; his  family and extended family members names, what kind of car they drive.&amp;nbsp; ALL  sorts of things a 5 year old should know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns =  "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;To make a long story short, I, with the help of my mom-in-law, talked in  an ARD meeting about him being transitioned out of PPCD and mainstreamed into  the next grade.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;The teacher thought  that he should move to another grade up and that would put him behind. And My  thought process was that if he stays at a certain level after he has learned  everything he has to learn and not be pushed, then he would get comfortable and  digress We had talked about this before, and with just being me, I felt that no  one really listens to the mother alone.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Well, after the last 6 ARD meetings I brought out the big guns.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I let my mom-in-law have at them.&lt;SPAN  style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;That woman, I swear would make the devil  run for cover just to get what she wanted. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;After talking to them, and getting the results of the test we were able  to get Devon transitioned out of PPCD and into Kindergarten for a better push on  learning.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I'm not one of these  mothers who accepts her child's disability and that's it, no way to help  them.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I want Devon to do better, to  excel for better than any expectation that the school district had set aside for  him.&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;I just pray that hopefully that he would be willing to keep it going  because the road ahead is not going to be an easy one.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Palatino Linotype','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;Leah V.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-3107089755563224609?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/3107089755563224609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=3107089755563224609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/3107089755563224609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/3107089755563224609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/05/devons-happy-update.html' title='Devon&apos;s Happy Update'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-4412145667677120753</id><published>2009-05-02T10:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:13:21.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>AK Blackball Support!!!</title><content type='html'>I am writing on behalf of my favorite author Angela Knight and all the other authors who have had this happened to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that we shouldn’t pick favorites, but AK's characters have gotten me through some hard times (long story lol).  She sent a letter to her group saying that she has been BLACKBALLED by Amazon!!  A Bestselling Kensington Author?!!!!!  and now her pre-order sales are ranking 1625 while her Kindle sales are best sellers.  While I don't understand Amazon's antics lately or the need to blackball some of its most profitable authors, I do sympathize with the many authors out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love her books, like I do ESPECIALLY her Futuristic Novels, then by all means, pre-order your book at Amazon, or write a letter just showing your concern.  Hell, even blogging about it like we have been doing for the past few weeks would do some good.   It angers and sickens me as a writer and discourages the new and aspiring authors from producing their work if they are going to be blackballed by sellers who, for the love of me, have a screwed perception of porn.  They must've never typed in 'sex toys' in their own search engines.  If they have, they would find a whole myriad of things that need to be taken off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a shame that the good ones, us authors, are being blamed for the pitiful downfall of society.  The degradation of reading scores in our youth or of people in general.  The point that I’m trying to make is that romance whether tangible or in word format, has been around since the beginning of time.  It is a shame that some of us have to suffer because of the stupidity of prudes who have a warped way of trying to protect us from the bad things either on the internet or in print. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, some of the best sex I had was in books LMAO!!!  My thing is that it is to take a person away from the dullness of society and poverty, to have it all for at least 300 plus pages and to come back from it with a sigh and a clearer head, a sense of purpose, or even a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t get me wrong.  I have read some books that should not have seen the light of day and wonder what in the hell they were thinking to publish this filth, but in return that is an author, that’s the voice they heard in their heads at the time screaming at them to listen.  And if the voice was vulgar, then so is the story.  But it takes a really good author to turn that around and make it one of the most tasteful delightful and intriguing stories that have ever been published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write smut with taste.  I don’t write porn, indulge myself in writing it because it’s not what makes a story.  The story, history, culture, the people, the environment, the life, the love between the characters, their differences, their likes, loves, hates, personalities, their entire world…..their hardships MAKE THE STORY!!!  It sure as hell makes the romance.  As an avid reader I’m not looking for the romance.  I’m looking for the story, the believability, and the likeability, and if it doesn’t have that.  I don’t need to be reading it.  As an author, I make sure these things are in my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could propose a ban on Amazon, and believe me, there are a lot of us hanging around to do it, but what good would that do if I’m just one person and no one listens to just one.  It takes a group of people, a whole sea of people to change the thinking of one entity.   If not, they are going to do this to someone else, and if they do it to me personally, there’s going to be hell to pay and believe me, it’s going to on every television station in the nation, just because they incited my rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m getting off my soap box and sitting down somewhere.  This little woman is tired.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-4412145667677120753?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/4412145667677120753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=4412145667677120753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4412145667677120753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4412145667677120753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/05/ak-blackball-support.html' title='AK Blackball Support!!!'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-262302782409693513</id><published>2009-04-19T08:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:26:41.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Party!!</title><content type='html'>My RRP Author Day was a huge success!!  It was perfect thing for me since I was pretty much stuck at home yesterday.  The rains here were so bad you couldn’t even see the road. Good thing I had got enough of that on Friday.  Lol.  A lot of people came by and posted.  A special thanks to all the authors in attendance.  It was a lot of fun!!!  I can’t wait to do it again . . . which would probably be next month.   Now, it’s time to start back writing and finishing Warrior’s Heart and getting ready to promote Captive Temptation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually thought about starting the second book to the Captive Series.  “Captive Desire or Captive Seduction”  whatever’s cleaver.  I haven’t sat down and played with them just yet.  I have thought about what I am going to do with each of them thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captive Desire follows bounty hunter Remira Satari as she is ordered to take rouge pirate prince Xavien Madore into custody for more counts of thievery but the whole thing goes awry when they are taken captive by the very man that wants Xavien dead.  ( I haven’t got out the full synopsis yet but I like the sound of this idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captive Seduction follows Therica, the infamous rouge pirate Golden Scourge, as she pilfers and punders the transport ships of the Secoorian sector.  Before her pirating days, Therica and her brother teamed together seduced and robbed a young transport merchant named Kiernan Cregor, stealing his shipment and leaving him dead in space.  Kiernan, now a bounty hunter will stop at nothing to catch the Golden Scourge in an attempt to douse the fire that still burned for her.  (Still playing around with this one too. Lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hoping to get these officially out in the open to where I can write more clearly on them.  Maybe this summer when I’m officially finished with Warrior’s Heart. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s time for me to push myself into being productive.  I actually have to clean up today.  Lolol.    I wanted to extend my thanks again for stopping by and having fun with me yesterday.  It was a blast!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-262302782409693513?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/262302782409693513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=262302782409693513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/262302782409693513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/262302782409693513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/04/after-party.html' title='After the Party!!'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-7264655726803667197</id><published>2009-04-11T10:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:32:34.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ever Author and Reader Day</title><content type='html'>I am so excited.  I am having my first ever Author and Reader day on my yahoo group.  I hardly ever talk on my own group being that I’m so busy, but since I have so many friends it was hard to pass up the idea of having them all join me for an author’s day.  I think of the benefit of both promoting myself as well as helping my fellow authors in promoting theirs.  My group is small, right now, but it is the perfect place to have a group of members chats and bring their friends. I am actually hoping to do this on a by weekly bi-weekly basis.  I’m really excited.  And what better than to do it on a Saturday (for me, I’m going to be kidless, and not working lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around doing nothing bout talking about contests, free exerpts of great books, and chatting with authors about upcoming work.  This is going to be so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven’t joined my yahoo group yet, please go to &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/leahvaughn"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/leahvaughn&lt;/a&gt; and join today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to seeing you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-7264655726803667197?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/7264655726803667197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=7264655726803667197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/7264655726803667197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/7264655726803667197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-ever-author-and-reader-day.html' title='First Ever Author and Reader Day'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-3223126057193719705</id><published>2009-04-10T17:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:12:43.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crippled Yet Again</title><content type='html'>I managed to hurt my knee all over again.  I did it once in January, the day of the Inauguration just dancing and being with my friends (trying to be a little TOO grown lol).  One force move and I can’t move the damned thing.  Now, mind you, I was alright for the walk out of the bar, and okay for the drive home, but when I stepped out of my car, I couldn’t put pressure on my right leg.  And with me not having anymore insurance because of my beautiful dismissal from a certain cable company (laughable), I am left dealing with the pain by soaking my leg in hot water and taking pain killers (and not the good stuff from the doctor either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after a weeklong of walking with cane assistance as if I’m like a million years old (lol) and more painkillers than I can shake my stick at, I started walking fine and actually started a good workout regimen (I ain’t lost a pound yet, but them thighs is looking good and toned).  Just the other day, all that ended when it rained so hard I couldn’t see my bottom step.  It never fails that crap always happens when you are being the most careful.  While taking the kids to school, I slipped and fell on the bottom step, twisting the same BLASTED knee again!!!  So now I’m sitting on my sofa yet again, with my leg propped up. Yet, this time I have a little insurance to at least have it x-rayed.  So within the next week, I’ll have a little writing time down and maybe I can finish Warrior’s Heart and have it out. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll let you know about the progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-3223126057193719705?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/3223126057193719705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=3223126057193719705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/3223126057193719705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/3223126057193719705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/04/crippled-yet-again.html' title='Crippled Yet Again'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-1538279509743862866</id><published>2009-04-05T10:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:39:38.979-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Sdjd0RE2XII/AAAAAAAAACU/7x6FLwagtZw/s1600-h/DCFC0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321246849744919682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Sdjd0RE2XII/AAAAAAAAACU/7x6FLwagtZw/s320/DCFC0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Sunday Morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sitting here in my bed thinking about the things of this week and trying to make some headway in writing. I’m attending a conference in Austin this week so maybe while I’m get to catch up on some of the writing I’ve been putting off.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to bring up something that came to mind over the weekend. I have someone very close to me be diagnosed with Autism. Well, you know that I have an autistic son who is fairing very well. Thought this child’s mother is not. And I can really understand. At the time my son was diagnosed, I was dealing with a failing marriage, a job that took up the majority of my time, and there was no way out for me that I can think of. Emotionally, I was a wreck and the only thing I could think of was how in the hell was I going to help my son when I can’t even see myself out of the mess my life was in. To top that off, my other son has ADHD and the time I was having with his school was driving me practically insane (another tale for another day)&lt;br /&gt;I cried like a boo-hooing fool. I didn’t know about the functions of Autism or whether or not my son was ever going to get around the screaming for no apparent reason or t he fits of frustrated rage that followed. And like I said, at the time my marriage was circling the drain so there was little to no help coming from my husband.&lt;br /&gt;And that brings me to my point. There are times that things become so overwhelming that there is no way to see around them. Sometimes the circumstances in our lives impact the things that we do and we are powerless to stop them. But, with that being said, we can certainly work around them.&lt;br /&gt;Autism is a distressing disorder not only to the parents, but to the little ones it effects also. It takes patience and consistency in order to working around some things. If you want to work on a way to communicate with your little one instead of letting him scream (they’re going to do this anyway so get ready), then there are many methods of communication available that have already been developed for other things. Sign Language had been around for years, but it’s not only for people hard of hearing. Some autistic children use this as a way to say that something hurts or is uncomfortable or even for something that they want. Computer use is on the rise with autistic children and the way they can &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Sdjdgh-vQ5I/AAAAAAAAACM/i9GcvN2C328/s1600-h/DCFC0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321246510685307794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Sdjdgh-vQ5I/AAAAAAAAACM/i9GcvN2C328/s320/DCFC0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;communicate.&lt;br /&gt;And also there is old fashion talking. I chose this method. I knew my son could talk. In my theory if he could vocalize then he could talk. Of course he could scream, that we knew on a constant basis, but if I wanted him to talk I had to work extra hard and be extra patient with him. It wasn’t going to happen overnight. I also noticed his level of input/output of information (sorry he’s not a computer but this is the best term that I could put it in). As far as input wise he is on point. It might not seem like he takes in information, but a few hours later he is mimicking exactly what I just taught him. That shows me that he has cognitive capabilities. As for the output, well he is far behind. When I started, he could only tell me ‘more’ and ‘finished’ in sign language. That was a start. From there we worked on potty training talk, and then food. I constantly talked to my son, making sure he heard language since I wanted him to talk.&lt;br /&gt;This was not easy, and often added in a lot of frustration, redirecting, and heartache when no one else saw the progress I did. Three years later, and my son is talking. He’s still behind as if right now he speaks like a 2 year old. He now asks for things and asks for people. As a mom, I think it’s wonderful and I’m constantly pulling him next to me to hear him talk or say anything (he has such a deep voice).&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to realize that he is no different than my other children, and then again he is. Devon still gets in trouble, is very mischievous, extremely giggly and happy child, who enjoyed his 5th birthday this year and surprised me by telling me how old he is (I’m still excited). He knows good behavior is rewarded and bad behavior has its consequences. He’s extremely smart and constantly pushing that bar that was given to him three years ago at his first diagnosis. I am extremely proud of him as any mother could be of his progress and want to see so much more for him as he grows.&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been talking because I feel the need to write. I want to encourage those who are at the low point to keep going. There are certain things that should help make working with your child better.&lt;br /&gt;· Be consistent: It’s hard and repetitive things get on my nerves, but if it helps my child anything will work.&lt;br /&gt;· Be patient: There are times when you just want him to spit it out, but it ain’t gonna happen overnight and not if you’re yelling down his throat. Take a minute to calm down. If you’re calm, he’s calm and the screaming will stop in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;· REDIRECT: By all means find something that you know will hold his attention for a minute to get him to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;· Remind and Remember: Remind him constantly of how to talk or what to do. Remembering to always do so will help him to constantly keep on track.&lt;br /&gt;· Reward good behavior discourage bad behavior: Even autistic kids get in trouble and break things or even terrorizing brother and sister with sticky booger fingers (true story). Good behavior gets the fun stuff, bad behavior gets the serious consequences. Remind him that bad behavior will not be tolerated.&lt;br /&gt;· Develop a different style: Not all styles work for every parent. Developing your own style coping and working through the tough spots. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SdjeYqlNkvI/AAAAAAAAACc/kStuRkgmI5Q/s1600-h/DCFC0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321247475066835698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SdjeYqlNkvI/AAAAAAAAACc/kStuRkgmI5Q/s320/DCFC0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Make it fun: Immortalize every smile, every giggle, every kiss on the cheek, every hug. Making it fun for them well make it a lot easier for you. TRUST ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions, please feel free to email me at &lt;a href="mailto:leahvaugn06@gmail.com"&gt;leahvaugn06@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I look forward to hearing from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-1538279509743862866?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/1538279509743862866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=1538279509743862866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/1538279509743862866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/1538279509743862866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/04/sunday-morning-thought.html' title='Sunday Morning Thought'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Sdjd0RE2XII/AAAAAAAAACU/7x6FLwagtZw/s72-c/DCFC0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-4373433624480394640</id><published>2009-04-02T04:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T04:52:22.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay and the weather</title><content type='html'>I'm having this addiction this week with ebay.  I think it's because I haven't used it in a while.  I'm sitting here at 4 in the morning trying to not be out bidded but . . . yeah like that works.  i have a limit and I put it in, then go to bed.  When I wake up I've been out bidded by the same person on two items.  I'm not stupid nor desparate.  My DH tells me that it's because they are trying to get a higher price on it and have someone with an ebay account to login and outbid.  I think they are full of crap and I would much rather deal with the local circuit but you can never find those guys.  I'm not a quitter so i'll keep looking for what i want hopefully I'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been raining on and off here for weeks.  I love spring don't get me wrong, but either it's too damn cold to function, one minute, the next it's so damn hot that my clothes stick to me. It's either the heat or the damn rain.  UGH Texas weather.  Yesterday was a B-E-A-Utiful day.  No clouds, a little chill to the air in the moring, but warmed up to about 76 degrees in the afternoon. The sky had that pretty solstace ozone blue color that I love to see in the spring and the fall.  And will it stay the same, NOPE.  Right now it's raining, cats and dogs might I add, and thanks to my 20 yearold dryer my grandmother gave me, I'm outside at the laundry mat drying clothes.  It's just freaky you can see the wind and the rain rolling across the street as it comes in.  The wind blowing hard feeling the light shake of the car with each burst. Pretty yet, frightening if you don't like being out in this weather.  I know I don't.  I would much rather be at home cuddling up to my DH partly because we live in a mobile home and the thunder and lightening sounds much louder then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top that off, I've fighting off ANOTHER bout of laryngitis with sinus congestion.  SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the clothes are done.  Going home now.  TATA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-4373433624480394640?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/4373433624480394640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=4373433624480394640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4373433624480394640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4373433624480394640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/04/ebay-and-weather.html' title='Ebay and the weather'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-2859866423694863180</id><published>2009-03-25T04:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T04:20:55.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!! CAPTIVE TEMPTATION HAS A HOME WITH RED ROSE PUBLISHING!!!!</title><content type='html'>That's right Book one of my Captive series Now has a home with Red Rose Publishing.  While I am very prould of this book I am extremely excited to have another book out and about.  It's like sending the kiddies off the college or something.  So in all the excitement I'm going to share this wonderful book with your.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captive Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gage Tallon stood above the rest when it comes to apprehending fugitives of Law Enforcement. Because of his troubled past and a failed military career, being a bounty hunter is the perfect position.   No boundaries yet still so disciplined.  Yet, those skills are put to the test when Naeva, his long time friend and former lover, is framed for the murder.  Not only is there danger lurking in every nook and cranny of Prixa, but after years of being apart, feelings he though were long dead began to resurface, leaving him quaking with a need so strong it can’t be denied. The moment he looked into her eyes he knew he was lost and helping her clear her name seemed to be the only way to finding himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Naeva Orien lived a life of solitude and seclusion while working as a hematologist for one of the largest medical research companies in the sector.  The daughter of a renowned doctor and heiress to a very profitable medical facility, she throws herself in to her work making bionics and improving blood healing qualities in humanoids.  Yet her world is turned upside down when her lab is attacked she learns she is framed for not only the death of her colleagues but her father as well. Fearing the worst for her own fate she runs only to fall into the arms of the one man she would never expect, Gage Tallon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, the two dodge bullets and a vicious enemy who threats to tear them apart.  With the company of some powerful friends and gracious allies, it’s an all out fight to clear Naeva’s name and stay alive . . . or die trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy exerpt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     From the look in his glowing green eyes, she could tell he was angry. No, past that. The man was pissed, and with all that muscle, he could do to her whatever he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Come here,” he said in a low growl. Didn’t this man say anything normal?&lt;br /&gt;Swallowing the lump in her throat she took a tentative step forward. Then another, until she was directly in front of him. He towered over her, looking ever so intimidating.  She wasn’t about shrink away like a little mouse, no matter how scared she felt.  Instead of shrinking back (like she felt), she squared her shoulders and met his gaze. She wasn’t about to let some 6 foot 4 hunter intimidate her, no matter who he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     This wasn’t the same boy she left on Hudani or the man she’d saved a year ago. This man looked crueler, the face of a mercenary, with a heart of silver, unbiased. Gabriel was gone, replaced with a harder, meaner looking Gage who always had a ‘my way, no highway option’ attitude, and to her horror she felt compelled to be with him every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Old feelings began to surface the moment she saw him.  The ice chipped off her heart enough to let him in always, her mind thinking back to the time she’d given herself to him, teenagers in love. The heartache that followed the next day when she had to leave him behind. There was no doubt she had hurt him. She never truly got over leaving him on Hudani.  The pain of it all still fresh in her heart. How could she tell him how much she really missed him? That she still loved him in some way?  That she was grateful that it was him that found her of all the hunters registered in Law Enforcement? Trusting him would be a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Computer, engage magnetic lock antigrav.”&lt;br /&gt;Naeva shrieked as her hands jerked into the air connecting with the invisible force of the magnetic lock. She looked at him, eyes widened with shock, her feet dangling several inches from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “What the hell are you doing?!” She jumped as she felt the warm touch of his rough hands against the silk around her waist. She shivered despite her shock and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Searching for weapons.” The low whisper of his voice in her ear threatened to damage her calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     He circled her, his hand never leaving her waist. She felt his warm breath fan the gentle hairs on her neck causing another shiver to escape. He growled as his gentle touch scaled down her arms to her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “You’re shivering. Scared I’m going to do something to you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Nothing I don’t want done to me already. “N-no.” Her voice still held a tremble. “Why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “You’re heart his racing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The warmth of his gentle hands on her fevered flesh stole her breath. He smoothed the fabric underneath her out stretched arms to the front just below her breasts. She remained still but a brutal battle waged within her. If he would only move his hand a little higher...by the Goddess! Just touch me. Her breast adamantly screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    She whimpered in surrender when he finally cupped them. He paused, seemingly fighting a dilemma within himself as well. Strong fingers tested their fullness, molding almost caressing her taunt nipples. The torment nearly sent her over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     His hands lingered there gently molding her breast before slipping over the expanse of her stomach. Liquid heat pooled between her thighs at his slow and endless torture.  She had to fight everything not to allow her head to drop back or even whimper.  His hands felt so good on her body…so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Great Goddess, he still had the touch. The touch felt as if his energy passed into her, strengthening and weakening her at the same time, pitting deep inside her womb with a throbbing ache that couldn’t be denied. And the whole time she craved more of it. More of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Naeva bit her lip, fighting back the strong urge to moan. “Find any weapons yet?” She grounded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “No,” his voice a low sensual purr. His hand coming back to her breast to pinch her nipple. A delicious shiver rippled through her. “If I find any, it would make this an interesting search.”&lt;br /&gt;Goddess, wouldn’t it? The fire within her burned hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     “Spread you legs.” The fight in her gone, and the antigrav at her disposal, she spread her easily. His hands gently moved to her inner thigh to help the spread. Behind the thin layer of her thong, her clit ached to be touch, caressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Her blood boiled threatened to burst from her very veins. She felt him bend down as he continued his sweet torture down her legs to her sandaled feet. Then he made his way back up molding her ass possessively. His hot breath fanned her neck again. She heard the loud roar of blood rushing through her ears. She shivered so badly by the time he finished she shook in mid air. Had her knees been together, they would’ve knocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Then it was over.  He moved away from her taking the warmth of his body with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-2859866423694863180?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/2859866423694863180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=2859866423694863180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/2859866423694863180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/2859866423694863180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-captive-temptation-has-home-with.html' title='OMG!!! CAPTIVE TEMPTATION HAS A HOME WITH RED ROSE PUBLISHING!!!!'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-8416625903878040796</id><published>2009-03-16T22:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:04:33.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GO RRP!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OHH WOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Red Rose Publishing is featured on the Essence Magazine Website with big hitters such as the wonderful, talented Ms. LA Banks, the phenomenal Actor/Writer Michael Boatman (OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!)!! Congrats Wendi and her high-flying, over-the-top super team of editors, designers, and administrators. They have come a long way from their start two years ago with just a few books to now measuring over the scale topping sales!!! I am proud to be part of such a wonderful company!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the Essence website for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.essence.com/events/red-rose-publishing"&gt;http://community.essence.com/events/red-rose-publishing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-8416625903878040796?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/8416625903878040796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=8416625903878040796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/8416625903878040796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/8416625903878040796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-rrp.html' title='GO RRP!!!!!'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-837860578181489582</id><published>2009-03-16T19:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:04:36.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrior's Heart Exerpt</title><content type='html'>Hey Peeps!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been working a little bit trying to get Warrior’s Heart off the ground. Trust me I haven’t forgot about it. Just to give you a little treat, because you have been so patient and understanding, here is a little tidbit on the beginning of the book. I totally rethought Nah’Dara. Of course she’s going to be head strong (and what woman you know is going to sit by and be cooped up in a castle all day and not be able to have any fun).&lt;br /&gt;I had some pondering to do and thought that if I wanted her Uncle to just ship her off on some other person without any regard for her say-so, especially if the story is set in the future, I didn’t want her uncle to be a good guy. This took a huge amount of thought since this is my first baby and I’m giving her a face lift. Mind you it’s a cold draft so please be gentle with me. I just pulled this out of the top of my head. Tell me what you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mini exerpt from Warrior’s Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah'Dara stared coolly ahead trying not to look her uncle in the eye. The cold green eyes seemed to pierce though her as he took his seat behind the desk. She could almost feel the faint shiver from Kianan as she stood next to her. She almost felt sorry for her. Her father wasn't the easiest disciplinarian...well to her, he wasn't at all. Yet instead of shrieking and yelling as if he'd lost his mind, he just sat there, the ice in his eyes froze her in her place.&lt;br /&gt;He watched the playback from the vid of what happened. After he finished, he leaned back in his chair pinching the bridge of his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fighting? Fighting?" Duh, got that. Move to the next section. "After I forbade you from leaving the planet. Let alone the castle.” His cultured voice rumbled with repressed anger. “I'm having a hard time understanding this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle Trent, let me explain--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to hear you pitiful explanation. Do you know that the person you hit was the son of a really powerful King in that sector. You could have started a war."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kianan stepped forward. "Father, it wasn't her fault. She was just protecting me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told you I don't want to hear any explanations. Not even yours. I'll deal with you later." Kianan stepped back, her head dropped slightly. "I put too much time in this position to see it fouled up by a woman who doesn't make good choices. What do you have to say for yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah’Dara just stood there, trying not to let her already boiling anger seep out of her ears. The night had already been a total bust. All she just wanted to go to my room, enjoy the sonic shower, and forget it ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m waiting on an explanation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, so now you want me to give you one?” She folded her arms across her chest. “I thought you didn’t want to hear it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t test me, child.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t make it so easy,” Nah'Dara murmured shrugging my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Trent sat up sharply in his chair. His eyes blazed like fire. “I don’t have time for this foolishness, Nah’Dara and not enough for me to clean up your messes.” He looked to Kianan shaking his head. “Your actions have corrupted Kianan as well.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kianan stepped forward giving her chin a defiant rise.  “She didn’t corrupt me, father. I asked to go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could practically hear the water boiling around his brain. “Silence, Kianan. This has nothing to do with you.” Kianan scoffed as if offended but didn’t refuse. Trent pushed a button on his desk activating the comm. “I need someone to escort Kianan to her room.” The guard was there within seconds. “I don’t want her to step one foot outside her door unless it is to go to the dining hall. Is that understood?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, sir.” The guard took her shoulder guiding her out of the room. When the door shut behind them, she turned her gaze back to Uncle Trent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Now we’re prisoners?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If that’s what it takes then…” He shrugged not finishing the sentence. He didn’t have to finish. She knew what a slime he was and what he was capable of. “And you know I’m all for what works.” Gone was the anger in his face cooled by the icy chill in his green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked over to her. Before she could brace herself, Trent slapped me across the face. The sting of the impact stung her jaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nah’Dara, do you have any idea on what this has cost us?” He gripped my shoulders harshly giving them a firm shake. “The Sultan of Kahan doesn’t want anything to do with you now. This little transmission got out to him and now he has pulled back all ties from us. Do you understand how much money that’s cost us? How vulnerable we are?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah’Dara yanked out of his grasp. An angry chuckle rose from her lips as she raked her tongue across the slightly blooded area on her lip. She stilled herself as best as she could trying my best not to come unglued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And I care that you didn’t receive any money for my marriage because…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger in his eyes glinted as he smiled. “You should care because every bit of money that comes in to this house, comes in for the betterment of keeping you on the social latter and available.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“More like money in your pocket. I think it’s the only reason why you’ve stayed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anger returned to his eyes quickly. “I don’t give a damn why you’ve think I’ve stayed. The only thing you have to be worried about its fixing this matter with the Altarian government before we get into a bigger mess than we’re already in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The war with the Altarians isn’t my fault. I didn’t borrow money from them and never returned it. That was you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s besides the point.” I held my remark resulted to arching a brow and folding my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The point is that we have to fix the relationship between us. The Altarians are powerful allies and it would be best to have them in our corner.”&lt;br /&gt;She knew what he was referring to. He was going try and force her into another unwanted marriage. And that is something she had no intention of ever going through again. “I don’t think so.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Nah'Dara turned towards the door. He called to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You have no choice. I decide who marries you. Whether you are willing or not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I do have a choice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Says who? No one would dare go against me in this. I am the only legal guardian you have since your brother disappeared months after your father’s death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her temper surged to live again barely restrained by a then thread.  “You leave Erion out of this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, she hated when he brought up her brother.  The one topic that could set her over the edge.  As bad as she wanted to slap the cool smile off his face she didn't move.  “Why Nah’Dara. Hit a nerve did I? You have no one. No friends. No family accept me. It’s bet you accept what life I’m trying to give you and go on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could have respect for someone who treats her like she is some possession to be sold off at the highest credit? Certainly not me, and I won’t have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do what you want, Uncle Dear. You always do anyway.” She glared at him challenging the steal in his eyes.  “Just remember that if I’m not willing, then the whole thing wouldn’t last long anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah'Dara didn't wait for him to excuse her to leave.  She couldn’t stand to be in the same room with him any longer. She felt the ants of her unsettled nerves crawling up her arm.  Besides that, the quicker she walked out the door, the better she wouldn’t hurl a crystal vase at his head. There was no way in hell she was going to go through another arranged marriage especially to some old fool that has no business marrying a young woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-837860578181489582?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/837860578181489582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=837860578181489582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/837860578181489582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/837860578181489582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/03/warriors-heart-exerpt.html' title='Warrior&apos;s Heart Exerpt'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-2369286653459027525</id><published>2009-03-15T16:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:43:30.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitting like a Pro</title><content type='html'>I’m supposed to be blogging but Twitter is so freaking addicting. It’s like the updates in Yahoo Messenger and MySpace that I used on a constant basis. I actually like it. The best thing is that I like receiving the messages on my cell phone (I’m not THAT crazy. Of course I have unlimited messaging, I only play crazy on TV!). I really like Twitter, though I’ve only been using it for about an hour now. It’s really interesting. There are 2nd grade Kids using it and people using it in church!!!(No joke! It was on the news!!). I’m not going as far as to using it in church for the simple fact that I sit next to my mom and she likes to swat me if I even think about pulling out my cell. LOL. If you wanna have a look or to even try it out, you can take a look at my page &lt;a href="http://www.twitter/ladyofgrac25"&gt;www.twitter/ladyofgrac25&lt;/a&gt; (Again, It’s really cool).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-2369286653459027525?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/2369286653459027525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=2369286653459027525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/2369286653459027525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/2369286653459027525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitting-like-pro.html' title='Twitting like a Pro'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-6440253412481744417</id><published>2009-03-14T16:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:56:12.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabbing about exercise</title><content type='html'>Time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                No, this is not because we have a new prez in office, or nothing like that.  This has been a year of change from the get go for me starting back when I separated from my husband a year ago.  After being off work for the past 6 months, I have noticed my waist spreading ESPECIALLY since my husband started back cooking.  LOLOL he’s a really great cook.  But what the doctor said last week really hit home.  I needed to lose weight. When I weighed I was 244 the biggest I’ve ever been in my life even after kids.  Now I’ve always been healthy (that’s a nice way to put that I’m fat) and have NEVER worried about my weight because of my high metabolism.  Well, that was cut short since I stopped working at a high speed job where I was constantly on my feet.  I know for myself I have gained 40 lbs and 20 of that over the last 6 months. &lt;br /&gt;           To make a long story short, it’s time I did something about it.  The idea to lose the pounds does come from the way I look in the mirror (cuz, I’m still a beautiful thick sista with a lot mo’ to luv), but this is coming from a long family history of medical problems that really does have scared.  There’s heart disease, diabetes type 2, cancer, lung disease, mental illness, high blood pressure.  Basically what every you can think of that contributes to low activity.  It really hits close to home when within the last few years I lost my dad to congestive heart failure and my mother developed type 2 diabetes.  The whole thing scares me beyond belief,  but I’m willing to get off my tuckus and do something about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE AN EDUCATED EFFORT TO EXERCISE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         I’m not going to drive myself crazy on a diet that I know I’m not going to keep up or pills that are only going to make gaining the weight back fast much more easy.  Counting calories on the back of boxes is about the only extent of my abilities at this moment.  I made a plan to exercise.  I found a really good website out there and researched as well as past exercises that have worked for me and I’m going to try them out to see if they work.  I will keep you all posted.  I have a goal time to at least loose 20lbs by June 5th just in time for my high school reunion. (You notice I said nothing about getting back down to my size 14 jeans as I was in high school HAAA!!!)  I’m going to be realistic about the whole thing.  I don’t want to do it, but with my aching knees and back screaming at me to be more active, it leaves me no choice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Today, I’m not just typing and running my mouth.  I actually got outside my house and walked for 30 minutes.  I live in the country so I carried a big stick that should’ve been attached to a sledge hammer (the better to beat the hell out of big dogs with).  Slow at first, then brisk, the cool off as I was told before.  But by the end, because of my in activity, that old back of my started screaming bloody murder.  I’m just grateful it wasn’t my knee.  Music helps take my mind off the pain, too, thanks to my daughter’s MP3 player.  (I gotta get me one of these!!!)  And walking helped to clear my cluttered brain as well.  Maybe I’ll finish working on one of the many stories swimming around in my head.  LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      (LONG WINDED I KNOW, lol)  Ya’ll just pray for me.  It’s going to be a long ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-6440253412481744417?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/6440253412481744417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=6440253412481744417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6440253412481744417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6440253412481744417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2009/03/blabbing-about-exercise.html' title='Blabbing about exercise'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-6008398877360323646</id><published>2008-12-29T00:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:21:31.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected yet again</title><content type='html'>I'm so sick and tired of rejection letters. They do nothing but drag down my self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;esteem&lt;/span&gt; as a writer. Previously I submitted my new work Captive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Temptation&lt;/span&gt;. And believe me, this is not a note to rat them out. Actually they told me what was wrong with the story and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; working to fix it and hopefully re-submit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I have had several over the past year on the same story. I noticed early on what the problem. There was absolutely no emotion in the story, strictly action. So taking, what they said in stride, I took the year off and work and polished the story making it shine as best as I could without paying money to have it professionally done. I resubmitted the story, and after waiting and waiting I get rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating. Writers sit night after night, up late, fighting off sleep, to write beautiful works that readers could relate to, or even sigh to. But for some of us, we never get to that point. Or in my case, we've gotten to that point before and it was great, but we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jipped&lt;/span&gt; out of the glory of the whole ordeal, given false sense of securities and told that our story's were great, but in truth it stunk like hell. Sure the concept was great, but the wording, the graphic depiction of the story, even the characters never added up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be perfectly honest, I am a shamed I published Premonitions because it was such a horrible book. Sure it was my baby, and as all mothers are, we want the best for our children and they can do no wrong. But I was sugarcoated and lied too that it was a great book. After writing for so long and reading others and knowing what they have written, it makes it difficult to sit here and look at Premonitions the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying that, publishing a fresh work while working on Premonitions' remake, is the only way I can personally redeem myself in the writing world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not crying on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anyone's&lt;/span&gt; shoulder. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meerly&lt;/span&gt; stating a point. Some of us don't have another option. Writing is all we have. At the moment, writing about something totally off world is helping me keep my sanity while I'm between jobs. (I haven't told you about that...long story. I might post about it later). Other of us have horribly boring lives, hermits, live in a life void of friends or love, or just plain secluded (I raise my hand on all of the above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that sounded kinda like I'm crying on your shoulder, but look at it from a writer's point a view who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hates&lt;/span&gt; rejection just about if not more than she hates rectal thermometers. We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;, bored mothers, daughters, wives, husbands, fathers, brothers, who love to create worlds to escape from our own and put some sort of excitement in their lives. This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; might not be for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;. Some of us write for the enjoyment of a story and believes a good story makes a great book and should be given the chance to be published, and a story where you wanna chunk it at a brick wall deserves to hold up the base board rail on a bed during sex. Others just want to share what they create and give them a glimpse into their own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit harsh, yes. Angry, no. I know that rejection letters come with business of taking your treasured manuscript on the street, but whether it's the first or the 50&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, the feeling never changes. Author's still feel hurt let down, and it sheds light on the real window that the sometimes what we write isn't the best from the industry no matter how much we rewrite it and doll it up in red &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;plaid&lt;/span&gt; pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it...we all write great stories, but one little person with their own perspective doesn't think that way...or better yet, the way that we think it. Either way, really great stories are drilled and then put on the back burner for some piece of crap that should have never made it past the virus scanner in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;webmail&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop bickering now, but I refuse to stop submitting. I have worked entirely too hard on writing, and have made this into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt;, just to let this go. No, I'm going to re-submit it and hopefully (cross my fingers) I get accepted by a really good publisher who enjoys my stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-6008398877360323646?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/6008398877360323646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=6008398877360323646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6008398877360323646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6008398877360323646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2008/12/rejected-yet-again.html' title='Rejected yet again'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-1830390015362521794</id><published>2008-12-25T07:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T08:05:13.364-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am extremely grateful this year. Though this year hasn’t been the greatest of all, I have a lot to be thankful for. I didn’t know what I was going to do about Christmas this year. In October, I lost my job after having worked for a company for 2 and half years. Though It wasn’t because if the cut back for the economy. This started months before that. I was fired for taking off too much for my Autistic son. It’s really funny how the system works to support single parents who are in turn supporting children with mental disabilities. Not to mention I have two. But that’s neither here nor there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined this program about a year ago that would help with my son’s treatment. I had no idea, especially with the economy so bad that they had a Christmas program. I’ve been on this ‘I don’t have Christmas having kind of money’, so my babies were going to see how I spent the majority of my Christmases when I was little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you’re thinking. “She’s published. She should be rolling in doe.” Well, yes I am contracted but no I’m nowhere near rich. But I’m seriously grateful for what I do get from my books. Makes me proud that I can say that I write novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anywho, just to secure the small thoughts about Santa that my children had in their minds, I had my Dad-in-law bring the gifts over this morning (in which there were more than I could possibly think of—including bikes). So as of right now, they are still sleeping, but when they wake up, they are going to get a big surprise because their bikes are sitting in their bedrooms…the first thing they’ll see when they wake in the morning. So with tears of joy in my eyes I sit and wait until they wake up and see the gifts. I’m going back into my bedroom to play this off really good. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that none of the people who gave me and my family gifts are going to read this, but I wanted to say publically that I am so thankful especially in this hard time that you took a second out of your personal Christmas shopping and though of us. We are no one to you, but you’ve all thought so much for us and my babies that you wanted us to have a Christmas and for that I Thank You. From the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everyone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;may&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmases&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;greatest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moments&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-1830390015362521794?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/1830390015362521794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=1830390015362521794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/1830390015362521794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/1830390015362521794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-christmas-thanks.html' title='My Christmas Thanks'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-6307538866993606865</id><published>2008-12-24T18:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:41:18.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I've gotten on this stent since I'm trying to change things up a bit and get Warrior's Heart off on a good foot.  That being said, I have decided to stop beating myself over the head and go in a totally new direction.  Take a look at this first chapter and tell me what you think.  I know this is kinda a long post but what the hell for a free read huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exerpt From Warrior's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kianan, move you butt.  We have to hurry up before someone wakes.” Nah’Dara whispered as she tried to push Kianan out the window.&lt;br /&gt;Kianan strained as she lowered herself off the balcony.  “Do you think they’ll come looking for us?”&lt;br /&gt;“Probably, if you don’t hurry up.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara watched Kianan slowly climb down the shoot of the balcony to the ground.  Thank goodness her black flight suit blended darkness.  IF not, Dayton would have already spotted them ending there night escapade.   Nah’Dara slowly made her decent trying not to scrap her knee on the side of the wall . . . again.&lt;br /&gt;            “Father is going to be so mad at me,” Kianan said tugging her bottom lip between her teeth.  “I think he would actually kill you this time.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Doubt it seriously.  If he’s going to be mad at anyone, it’s going to be me.  Don’t worry about that now.” Nah’Dara took her hand.  “Come on.  Let go.”&lt;br /&gt;            The dart wasn’t far from the palace, cloaked and hidden from view.  Nah’Dara pressed the button on her wrist, deactivating the cloak on the door.  The slightest moment of detection and their little mission was over.&lt;br /&gt;            The dimly lit cockpit came to life they entered.  The dashboard monitor’s black screen melted away to display the United Alliance insignia.&lt;br /&gt;            She ran inside with Kianan in tow sliding into the Captain’s chair. “Computer, initiate power up.”&lt;br /&gt;            The computer chirped in compliance.  A moment later, the engine came to life with a soft hum in the background.&lt;br /&gt;            “Activating stealth,” sounded Kianan, her fingers flying over the controls.  “I hope you know what you’re doing.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara stared at Kianan giving her a slow blink.  Hope I knew what I was doing? Was she serious? “I got us this far without being caught, didn’t I?”&lt;br /&gt;            Kianan shrugged. “I know.  It’s just that I’ve never done anything like this before.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara smiled.  “It’s okay.  I wouldn’t have asked you to come if I didn’t think you’d have fun.  Besides, Life’s too short to be good.”&lt;br /&gt;            They laughed.  “You’re right, but I’m just worried what father would do if he finds out.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara powered the thrusters, lifting the cloaked ship from the ground.  “Well, you know what he’ll probably do.  He’ll turn red in the face with that vein popping out of his forehead like he usually does, and in that calm seriously over cultured voice say, ‘Nah’Dara, you are a horrible influence on cousin, and seriously blackened the name of Lehr on this house.’”&lt;br /&gt;            She lowered her brows and protruded her lips as her uncle would then crossed her eyes.   Kianan laughed out loud.  “That does sound like him.”&lt;br /&gt;            Once they broke thorough the atmosphere, Nah’Dara set the thrusters to maximum peeling away from the planet.&lt;br /&gt;“See, I know my uncle well. Besides, I’m doing this because I really need to have one last wahoo before I marry this Great Prince.”&lt;br /&gt;            Kianan frowned. “Your still gonna go through with it and marry him?”&lt;br /&gt;            “I don’t think I have much of a choice.  You father feels that it would tame me.  I beg to differ on that.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Really?  Is that what he said?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Didn’t have to, but I kinda get the hint.”  She chuckled.  “Not.  It’s just really difficult to calm down and be all regal and civilized when I’m used to doing so much more.  I have been bored out of my mind for the past few months, let along years.”&lt;br /&gt;            Kianan looked at her puzzled.  “Doing more like what?”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara set the dart to auto pilot then turned her chair around to face Kianan.  “Okay, do you remember my father’s army and I was always around them and keeping the house for my father in order?”  Kianan nodded. “Well, all that cut out when Uncle Trent came.  He said that since I wasn’t old enough to run a house, that he was taking that charge away from me.  As for being around the military?  He thought that a lady of status should associate herself with the lower classes.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Lower classes?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Yeah, that what I said.  Besides, can’t keep me away when my brother’s the general.”&lt;br /&gt;            Kianan frown.  “Yeah, but Erion’s not gonna go against father.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Oh, I know that.  But there’s very little to stop me once I have my mind set to something.”&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me about it,” Kianan murmured.&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara gave her arm a playful slap.  “I heard that. I’m not that bad, am I?”&lt;br /&gt;            “You want the ugly truth, or a pretty lie?”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara shrugged giggling.  “Either way, you’re going to tell me what I want to hear anyway.  So I pretty lie would always do.”&lt;br /&gt;            Kianan tried to swat her back but Nah’Dara ducked out of reach sticking out her tongue.  Giggling, Nah’Dara rose from the seat.&lt;br /&gt;            “I’m thirsty.  Want something from the replicator?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Yeah, water.  I have to keep my girlish figure, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara laughed as she walked to the back of the ship. She knew that going against her uncle’s wishes wasn’t the brightest idea, but this was her last chance to let loose and be herself.  In a few weeks she would be the Great Princess of an entire region of space and the wife of a man she barely even knows.  Only then would she decide to slow down and fit the role.  Right wasn’t one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;            She called her order to the replicator watching as two glasses of sweet Ximenian juice materialized in two glasses. Carrying them back to the cockpit she handed one to Kianan.  After a healthy gulp, she sat the empty glass down on the console.&lt;br /&gt;            “So where are we headed?  The fights on Ximenia or the Prixa Pleasure planets.”&lt;br /&gt;            The pleasure planets didn’t sound too bad but they had to take caution.  Any spotting by U.A. officials would get a first class message back to Uncle Trenton.  “Well, the only thing about both of those places is law enforcement.  But I think we can manage not being seen.”&lt;br /&gt;            Kianan frowned.  “Where and do I have to carry an energy pistol?”&lt;br /&gt;            “No, no pistols.  We are just going to have fun.  See one of the tournaments and have a drink and then go home.  A couple hours tops.”&lt;br /&gt;            Kianan sighed rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration.  “You’re going to get me in so much trouble.”&lt;br /&gt;“Think of it this way.  With the credits I’d win, we wouldn’t have to use the credit chips from our account and alert Uncle sooner than we’d like to.”&lt;br /&gt;Nah’Dara touched her shoulder.  “Don’t worry, Kia.  We will be fine.  If it’s any consolation, I won’t even go to the real dangerous part this time.  We’ll just stay around the arena and just have fun.”&lt;br /&gt;Kianan frowned tugging her bottom lip undecided.  “I don’t know.  I think we should go back.  Maybe father won’t be so angry if we told him we were just going for a quick out and about.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara shook her head.  Taking her cousin’s hands within hers, she held her gaze.  “Do you know how it’s gonna look if I was to turn this dart around and go back to the Clementis?  Uncle Trent is going to blow his lid and possible send me to a dungeon or something just as harsh and you, he’ll probably just take away your flying privileges for a while.”  Nah’Dara heard her grown in dismay, but she continued.  “But, if we go back AFTER we have some fun, then it will all be worth it, and we didn’t go for nothing.”&lt;br /&gt;            After a long silent debate, Kianan lowered her head.  “Okay.   But you still haven’t told me where we’re going.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Praxa.  It’s safe and they have good entertainment there.”&lt;br /&gt;            “What kind of entertainment?”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara creased her brows.  “What’s with all the questions?”&lt;br /&gt;            “Well I have to know what I’m getting into don’t I,” Kianan said with a shrug.  “For all I know you could take us to a submissive bar.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara blinked innocently.  “Why Kianan. If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you didn’t trust me.”&lt;br /&gt;Kianan returned her innocent look, her lips spreading into a knowing smile.  “I do and that’s why I’m concerned.”&lt;br /&gt;Too well, Nah’Dara rolled her eyes. “You’re about half as bad as law enforcement.”&lt;br /&gt;            Kianan laughed.  “I know right.  Father tells me that.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Anyway, there is a bar there where we can unwind and have some fun.  Just cut loose for a moment. ”&lt;br /&gt;             “You’re going to see if the subs there are cute, aren’t you?” When Nah’Dara gave a sheepish grin, Kianan chuckled shaking her head.  “You and these trips are going to be the death of us all.”&lt;br /&gt;            “You know me.  I have to see if they are worth looking.  At least it will be worth I’ll while.  Just one last show, then I’ll be done.  I’ll be Lady Nah’Dara, third princess of Clementis and Great Princess of Altaria.  An old stuffy, stick-up-the-ass princess.”&lt;br /&gt;            Kianan laughed her blue eyes twinkled like stars.  “Just promise me we’ll be careful and we’ll be fine.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara squeezed her hand.  “I promise.”  Careful is one thing.  Be good was something on a totally different spectrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara did her best to hide the ship signatures from knowing eyes.  The last thing she needed was to be seen and noticed by every royal official in the entire sector.&lt;br /&gt;            “Are you sure no one will recognize us?”  Kianan asked for the hundredth time over the last hour.  Nah’Dara had half a mind to take her back.&lt;br /&gt;            “Yes, Kianan.    I picked this spot on purpose.  I know the owner and she already told me that we would be safe.”&lt;br /&gt;            She shrugged wrapping her cloak around her shoulders in an attempt to hide the tantalizing thigh length party dress she slipped on minutes before.  “It better be.  I would like to get home in one piece.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara rolled her eyes.  “You know, I’m starting to regret bringing you.”&lt;br /&gt;            “You know you like me questioning you. It boosts your brownie points.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara laughed at the comment thinking about what she just wanted to do with those brownie points.  “Well, darling cousin.  I ate those brownie points long ago with a large cup of milk to wash it down.  And tonight I’m not looking to earn any either.”&lt;br /&gt;            Wrapping her own cloak around her body, Nah’Dara strapped her compacted fight stick to the inside of her leg. &lt;br /&gt;            “You ready?”&lt;br /&gt;            “No, but do I have a choice?”&lt;br /&gt;            “You know your right.  We’re here to have fun.  End of discussion.  Now let’s go.”  She strapped the small communicator pendent on the inside of her collar keeping it hidden. &lt;br /&gt;“Tia,” she commanded to the computer, wrapping her cloak around her shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;            The computer chirped twice as a figure shimmered onto the screen.  The Thinking Interactive Android’s lifeless grey eyes shimmered on to the screen.  Though through the seemingly lifeless eyes, she could see that the android was truly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;            “Yes Lady Nah’Dara.  How can I assist you.” she asked with utter calm and a meager smirk.&lt;br /&gt;            “Would, beam us to the surface.”  At the obvious glint of anger, Nah’Dara added, “Please?”  Tia folded her arms across her shoulders narrowing her glassy gaze on her. &lt;br /&gt;            “OH! So, now you want my help.  I’m shocked you disabled me.  I’m supposed to be you friend.”&lt;br /&gt;            “I know.  I know. But I also know that my uncle programmed you to alert him that I was missing.”&lt;br /&gt;            She waved hand dismissing Nah’Dara.  “Oh I disabled that days ago.   You know me better than that.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara coughed.  “Wait a minute.  You mean that you can do that.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Sure.  You designed me, didn’t you?  You know I don’t like the changes they did to me.  They tried to remove my emotion chip the last time and I locked them out of every system.  Idiots.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Are you going to transport us or not?”&lt;br /&gt;            Tia placed her hands on her hips giving her neck a slight rock.  “No.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara felt her anger shift into high gear.  She didn’t need this kind of distraction.&lt;br /&gt;            “Why the hell not?”&lt;br /&gt;            Tia crooked a perfectly arched brow.  “I have my reasons.”  Just as quick as the image materialized, she disappeared seconds before the side panels to one of the bulkheads slid away.  Out stepped a slender golden skinned android clad in skin tight black leather pants and a deep blue tunic that seductively sagged off of one shoulder.  Her brown locks were twisted into a playful do with tendrils of brown strands fanning the nap of her neck. Her smile was nothing short of cocky lighting all the way to her pretty iridescent eyes.&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara and Kianan gaped at Tia unable to believe their eyes.  This was not apart of her programming.&lt;br /&gt;            “I didn’t design that.”&lt;br /&gt;            Tia ran her hands a cross her body.  “Of course you didn’t.  I did.  It’s a far better way to keep up with you than just monitoring your position through system computers, don’t you think?”&lt;br /&gt;            “I think it’s great,” Kianan said.  “Do you have another outfit like that?”&lt;br /&gt;            Tia shrugged.  “Sorry. You have to get your own. Besides this is traditional dress for a sexbot.”&lt;br /&gt;            Nah’Dara chuckled shaking her head.  “I should’ve known you wanted to be a sexbot with all romances novels I seen stored in your memories.”&lt;br /&gt;            Tia gave a modest shrug.  “It’s a gift I guess.”&lt;br /&gt;            “So are you going to beam us down or do I have to land is in the space dock and waste a trip.”&lt;br /&gt;            “Don’t get your pants in a wad.  Hold on.”  Tia’s eyes flashed suddenly as she accessed the computer.  “Request complete.  Stand by for transporter sequence.”&lt;br /&gt;            The butterflies took flight in her stomach with a vengeance as the transporter beam surrounded her.  If all goes well they would have some fun and be back before anyone knew what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah VaughnRomance Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/ladyofgrace25"&gt;www.freewebs.com/ladyofgrace25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/leahvaughn"&gt;www.myspace.com/leahvaughn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mhtml:%7BDF85A287-EE2A-4CB6-BD8C-0A2015547F6E%7Dmid://00000277/!x-usc:http://www.ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Visit My Store Today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mhtml:%7BDF85A287-EE2A-4CB6-BD8C-0A2015547F6E%7Dmid://00000277/!x-usc:http://www.cafepress.com/ladyofgrace25"&gt;www.cafepress.com/ladyofgrace25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-6307538866993606865?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/6307538866993606865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=6307538866993606865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6307538866993606865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6307538866993606865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-ive-gotten-on-this-stent-since-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-5424281675215357132</id><published>2008-08-18T05:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T06:13:56.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to come out of Hiding</title><content type='html'>I have been so out of it for the past 6 months.  I can't believe it's been longer than that since I actually posted anything.  I need to get back into my groove.  It's kind a hard with things going on around me like they are.  But I'm getting ready too. In a nutshell, jsut an update on how things are going for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still seperated from Marc.  Not that I didn't want to give it a chance, but after 8 years of trying I think that it was time.  Either that or end up with the kind of marriage that my mother has and i don't want that.  Always calling my husband names isn't somthing that really want to do over the next 40 years.   So I thought it was best for everyone that we stay this away.  Though things are kinda up in the air right now.  I'm still writing and infact look for my next post about my new book, Captive Temptation.  I am in love with it that just one blurb about it to the side just won't do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got rid of that busted old Jeep I had for the better part of 7 years.  I almost maded it to the 7 year mark.  Just two weeks shy of it. But the car I have now is sooooooo much better.  I don't have to hot wire just about every thing to get the damned thing to start.  I also love the fact that I don't have to damn near break the sucker to get the windows to roll down.  It's great.  The best part about it that the radio works.  WHOO HOOO!!! No more MP3 players for me.  hhahahaha.  No one new just yet but several prospects.  I'm jsut not ready to let anyone close to me or the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the little curtain climbers, they are adjusting pretty well and the baby has even started talking!!! I am so excited about him doing so well.  It's almost time to start school back up again so it's almost that time again to be stationed at the school for every daggum call.  Well, I'm getting off of here now.  Look for my new post about Captive Temptation already submitted to Red Rose Publishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN  with Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-5424281675215357132?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/5424281675215357132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=5424281675215357132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/5424281675215357132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/5424281675215357132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready-to-come-out-of-hiding.html' title='Ready to come out of Hiding'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-5903207353501633424</id><published>2008-02-28T23:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:48:46.853-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crazy Month'/><title type='text'>Month of the Crazies</title><content type='html'>My Goodness I have miss you all!!!!!  I just got of a horrible case of the Crazies, where everything in my life decided to flip over and turn on its ear.  I haven't had a chance to sit and talk to you about what has been going on the past couple of months.  I will start with the easy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desktop with all my files &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to make way for computer heaven...finally.  After all the trouble it caused me this summer, the thing finally crashed.  I had my back up and wonderful laptop, but it was stolen last month.  I pressed charges because I knew them of course, but it wasn't because of it was a laptop.  It was because of what was on it.  Thank goodness for my friend Rocky and my editor Wendi for their patience and understanding, and keeping emails!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  I was able to recover Warriors Heart, even though I have to start over with the rewrite and edits.  I also have a copy of Captive Desire on my slip drive as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PDF&lt;/span&gt; as well, blessings for that thing as well.  No tears, I built me another one to replace my desktop.  The laptop will have to come much later, when I get some more money. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was really smiling on me on that one.  Now on to the harder news.  I separated from my husband.  After thinking long and hard about what I wanted to do and what I needed to do, I made the choice to leave.  Though it was hard as nothing is ever easy, I find that being by myself helps me to think more, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not so tired.  I miss my husband and I hope things workout for the best but in the end I don't think that being in a relationship where we are constantly at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other's&lt;/span&gt; throats about this and about that is not healthy for me, him, or the children.  I didn't want them to see that growing up in that kind of environment and accepting the name calling and verbal and mental abuse on both ends, was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; thing to do.  Though me and my DH still talk, I can feel that I'm not ready to move past the hurt...yet.  It's only been a month.  Who knows how long it takes, but I'm not rushing back in to a bad situation all over again.  I think I will take my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's me in a nut shell.  Other than that, I have been giving my fingers a rest, but not my brain.  It's ready to dish out a couple of new ideas.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;.  Get Ready!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-5903207353501633424?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/5903207353501633424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=5903207353501633424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/5903207353501633424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/5903207353501633424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2008/02/month-of-crazies.html' title='Month of the Crazies'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-392221306894617937</id><published>2007-11-19T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T22:03:07.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating.....</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been around lately.  Kinda like hiding out on plain sight.  On top of trying to rewrite the mess of Premonitions into a wonderful story called Warrior's Heart.  It's like getting slammed up against the wall trying to pull new ideas out of my ass.  But I'm seriously not complaining.  I love the fact that I'm revamping the entire story.  Makes it new fresh.  Gives it flavor.  What I like to do, but It's not taking away my voice like some authors &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;complain&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm actually writing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daggum&lt;/span&gt; thing.  What's to take away?  Nothing.  Rocky, who's the saint sent from heaven for putting up with, has been wonderful and full of advice.  Though, I admit I'm not always readily available.  I'm so super busy, but it's coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my son was diagnosed with Autism.  It's mild, and no matter how much I've denied it, like all mothers, I knew.  How could I not?  He's not talking and when most 3 years are striking up whole conversations, he would only hoot like a monkey.  I just deal with it, that was until my mother in law &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pointed&lt;/span&gt; out that something was wrong with him.  Not that she was being mean, but because she dealt with children with mental disabilities.  And she has been wonderful help.  She's taken the kids sometimes just to give me and my husband a break.  She's made Devon talk when I couldn't or wouldn't.  Though even now he's doing better, you can see the intelligence in his eyes, he has a long way to go.  And I have a lot of research to do.  SO...If I don't talk much, just bear with me.  I'll be talkative soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-392221306894617937?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/392221306894617937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=392221306894617937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/392221306894617937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/392221306894617937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/11/updating.html' title='Updating.....'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-8228564689343459261</id><published>2007-10-02T20:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:02.556-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Rose RWA Recognized'/><title type='text'>Red Rose Publishing RWA Recognized!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.redrosepublishing.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116944310352283042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 39px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="41" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/RwMJvVIBBaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mmNc_pM38Bo/s320/red+rose4.jpg" width="466" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Extra! Extra!! Red Rose Publishing is now a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;RWA&lt;/span&gt; Recognized publisher!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so excited to announce this. Of course, Wendi, my beloved editor and chief has done nothing but good since opening up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RRP&lt;/span&gt;. I am so proud to be part of a company that has it's main drive is to publish quality &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ebooks&lt;/span&gt; and not throw something out there just to make a quick buck. Her biggest drive is her authors. Though the company just opened up in July, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RRP&lt;/span&gt; has made waves on the net with its contest not to mention a variety of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tantalizing&lt;/span&gt; reads to catch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; appetites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I sound biased, and I should. For the first quarter sails for this booming publisher have topped what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;MGP&lt;/span&gt; did in it's entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;frivolous&lt;/span&gt; life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;RRP&lt;/span&gt; made over 2900 book sales (combined with site, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fictionwise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mobi&lt;/span&gt; Pocket and ARE sales). Top that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt;. Teresa couldn't get those sales if she'd pulled the out of her....okay, I'll be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all and all, I am extremely proud to be a part of a good family and I made a really good choice in putting my novels here. And by the way it's growing, it's going to become one of the great pubs like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Samhain&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ellora's&lt;/span&gt; Cave and Loose-ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redrosepublishing.com/"&gt;http://www.redrosepublishing.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-8228564689343459261?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/8228564689343459261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=8228564689343459261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/8228564689343459261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/8228564689343459261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/10/red-rose-publishing-rwa-recognized.html' title='Red Rose Publishing RWA Recognized!!'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/RwMJvVIBBaI/AAAAAAAAAA4/mmNc_pM38Bo/s72-c/red+rose4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-4801240626357625774</id><published>2007-09-20T07:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:31:28.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aweful Truth</title><content type='html'>As you all know I pulled &lt;em&gt;Premonitions&lt;/em&gt; from Mardi Gras Publishing last May because Teresa failed to pay me and many others and renigged on the contract. Here I am thinking it was over and I submitted it to Red Rose Publishing for a fresh start. Changed the name and every thing, but I soon found out that it wasn't over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was brought to my attention that my book has been place BACK on Amazon.com ready for sale. Shocked, appalled and very much pissed off, I called Amazon to see what can be done about taking it off. Nothing. They said that I wasn't the person to put it back up there so there was nothing I could to to get it taken off of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off to the hightest level of pisstivity is an under statement. I wanted blood. I called my Wendi to see if she could get it taken off. And in return she calls Amazon Legal department and see what they could do. And I'm still waiting on the call. Mind you, this was all this morning BEFORE coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is this a black mark to me, this is a black mark to all the authors who were once with MGP. Teresa Jacobs has taken 'crook' to a whole new level. Not only has she taken our money, but she is still trying to make money after she deserted her own company to build a new one. It's illegal, damn near federal if it ain't all ready. I can't believe a person would stoop so low to make money off of a book that was out of her possession long before she close the door. Our books were too good for her company. Our integrity was too good for her and look how she does the very people who put the money in her pocket to spend. She screws us with a rusted spork and leaves us to bleed to death. I think it's such a load of crap. Something needs to be done. MGP wasn't the only company to dry up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are companies like this everywhere, which is sad because authors put their trust into publishers who we think is going to give us a good expierience. Yet, that's not the case. They screw us, take our money, bind us in stupid contracts and when the going gets tough, they book out and run taking our works and money with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky. I only had one book with MGP unlike others who had several. MGP was there only publishers and probably felt obligated to give them all their work which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an update to this morning, the wonderful people at both Amazon and Ingram has pulled the &lt;em&gt;Premonitions&lt;/em&gt; cover from the site and is no longer available. As it should be. We shouldn't have to stoop to BITCH levels just to get something done that should have been done months ago. It just goes to show what kind of people are out there and what kind of damages they could do to one's career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes and mind open. It could happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-4801240626357625774?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/4801240626357625774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=4801240626357625774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4801240626357625774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4801240626357625774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/09/aweful-truth.html' title='The Aweful Truth'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-3391295446239800895</id><published>2007-08-29T17:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:08:44.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Publisher problems pt 2</title><content type='html'>To all of those who have not heard about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mardi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gras&lt;/span&gt; Publishing pretty much closing its doors, I wanted to formally give you the info.  My heart goes out to all the authors who have put their time  and effort with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MGP&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; for those authors, like my self once, only had one work out.  This shouldn't happen to any author and only makes the struggle harder and harder to trust reputable authors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, there are certain steps that should be taken in order to look into the company before you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;leap&lt;/span&gt; in and sign the contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Ask around--If there are people with a particular publisher ask about their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt; with the publisher.  Email a few of the authors and ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Join the chat groups--One way to get in on group gossip especially within the publisher is signing up and the groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Check it out for yourself--If there is a problem within the publisher check it out.  I could be true or it could be a disgruntled diva wanting to get back.  You'll never know unless you dive in to you inner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sleuth&lt;/span&gt; and do some snooping yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Be bold and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; questions--Don't be shy.  This is a professional business and if you don't know ask.  This is your money, time and p&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;atience&lt;/span&gt; that's at stake here.  Just don't go into this blind expecting all glitz and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;glamour&lt;/span&gt;.  It is also what you make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Don't afraid to express your concerns--If you see something is up don't be afraid to point it out.  Though some things might be small and can be easily fixed, other things like forgetting to sign the checks, or pay the author within the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;allotted&lt;/span&gt; time of the contract are some things that can't go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have more to add to this feel free to add away.  Enough blogging.  Time to do some writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-3391295446239800895?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/3391295446239800895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=3391295446239800895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/3391295446239800895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/3391295446239800895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/08/publisher-problems-pt-2.html' title='Publisher problems pt 2'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-8029298955930477908</id><published>2007-08-25T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:46:03.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrior's Heart Cover and a Quick Up date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Rs_KGxGzx-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SD3wwjuYwqA/s1600-h/Warrior"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102519120443983842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Rs_KGxGzx-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SD3wwjuYwqA/s320/Warrior%27s+Heart+larger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so excited. This is the new cover for Warrior's Heart being released for red Rose Publishing. Don't you just love him. I could jump in the picture and hug him. LOL. Rene Lyons really did a splendid job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have updated my website since it was totally screwed up for the past week. I changed the template to give it some color, added my covers, and more slut pupply gorgeous pics to please the eye. Check it out and tell me what you think. &lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/ladyofgrace25"&gt;www.freewebs.com/ladyofgrace25&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also added a blurb about my new book Captive Temptation, part of my Bounty Hunter Series. Just to tell you a 'lil bit about it, here's a short blurb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Gage, being a bounty hunter meant putting your personal life aside to catch the bad guys and bring then to justice. That is, until a close friend becomes one of the fugitives he’s supposed to capture. But one look into her deep brown eyes and he’s lost remembering the hot way he felt about her from a relationship he thought was long dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naeva, framed for the murder of her father and her colleague did the one thing she could thing of. . . run. Not that she didn’t want to cooperate with the authorities, something didn’t seem right about the entire situation. When Gage shows up to take her back, she pleads with him to help her. Feelings arise between them as she tries to get past the hurt she caused him when she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can they work together to prove her innocence, but can their love stand up to the challenge?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read more about it on my website.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Rs_O5RGzx_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6FZUX5lMRwU/s1600-h/brooke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102524386073888754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="206" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Rs_O5RGzx_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/6FZUX5lMRwU/s320/brooke.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, I wanted to introduce my new niece Brooke Alana lovingly called "Bam". She was born August 9, 2007 weighing 7 lbs 4 oz, a whopping 2 lbs smaller than her big brother. She is a beauty looking just like her mother. Congrats Dana, Nicky, and Hammie!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now enough blogging. I'm going to bed. I'll blog later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leah V.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-8029298955930477908?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/8029298955930477908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=8029298955930477908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/8029298955930477908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/8029298955930477908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/08/warriors-heart-cover-and-quick-up-date.html' title='Warrior&apos;s Heart Cover and a Quick Up date'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/Rs_KGxGzx-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/SD3wwjuYwqA/s72-c/Warrior%27s+Heart+larger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-5872859550850978894</id><published>2007-08-22T23:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T23:26:36.818-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>I so totally suck at blogging.  I never blog.  I think it's because I shoot my mouth off about so may other things, or maybe because I seriously spend about 15 hours a aday sitting infront of a computer just to come home to another one.  I kinda feel bad, but then again if I sat here and read all the emails in my box (I'm not even looking at yahell right now) and the IMs from my mom sending me pics of by new neice, I think I would honestly go insane or my head would explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so bad is that it comes so easily to me. Though I think if I sit down and devote two hours to writing, I think I could blog a lil bit. . . . . nah!! I'll just leave you in the dark like I normally do.  But if anything interesting comes a long I'll write about it.  Other than that, I'll think about it.  Blogging ain't my highlife.&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-5872859550850978894?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/5872859550850978894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=5872859550850978894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/5872859550850978894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/5872859550850978894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/08/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-6177659315885860301</id><published>2007-07-04T12:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:36:14.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Coming Soon from Red Rose Publishing . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want something no one else has?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contest to beat all contests!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Rose Publishing has it all, a great contest with even greater authors to dazzle you with their stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redrosepublishing.com/"&gt;www.redrosepublishing.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join their yahoo group to find out what the deal is; maybe you will be the one who walks away with that diamond tennis bracelet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/redrosepublishing/"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/redrosepublishing/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-6177659315885860301?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/6177659315885860301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=6177659315885860301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6177659315885860301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6177659315885860301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/07/coming-soon-from-red-rose-publishing.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-5121019947711122344</id><published>2007-05-16T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T10:06:07.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a Home</title><content type='html'>Well Ya'll I'm looking for a new home for Premonitions.  Since there were problems and I will not even thing about boring you with details, i have left Mardi Gras Publishing.  Now, get me wrong it was a great blast because I was a new author and this was my first book and it gave me a great opportunity start my dream.  Yet on the other hand, with the problems that were coming up and stepping on to my IM, I didn't feel that this was a professional place to be.  We as authors need the family atmosphere, but also we need professionalism.  If not it will be just like being at home with mom all over again and you're fifteen years old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need that and neither did Premonitions.  So we are looking.  and I'll keep you posted. If you have any suggestions email me.  &lt;a href="mailto:Leahvaughn06@yahoo.com"&gt;Leahvaughn06@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-5121019947711122344?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/5121019947711122344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=5121019947711122344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/5121019947711122344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/5121019947711122344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/05/looking-for-home.html' title='Looking for a Home'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-6546333895863866152</id><published>2007-04-14T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:05:13.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems with Publishers</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that certain practices by Mardi Gras Publishing should be know about.  For instance, there are many of us authors that have known about the increase of publishing fees.  The increase was not written into our contract nor were we notified in writing email or other wise about the changes.  The change came as word of mouth only confirmed by on of their former editors.  As one of their authors.  This should not be the way to do business.  We should be notified by the price changes especially when the price includes fees that should stick to the price that was arranged when we signed.   A lot of us don’t have time to sit here and worry whether or not the publisher is worthy or comes through.  We give them our lifeworks and expect to be respected.  By doing this I don’t think we as authors are respected enough to honor a contract.  Like we are worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another things that brings to mind is the fact that of corrections.  Other authors have placed in concerns and have taken their books off to be reedited because of corrections needed.  I have found several flaws with in my own book that would make even me cringe. It is a group effort about corrections.  I have read different blogs from other others that thought the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One author went in to listing the Publishing Chain of Command.  We pull the work out of our heads and polish it to the best of our ability, then with our hearts on the line, we send it to a publisher who chooses us and, we hope, will give us respect and treat us with dignity.  They help us by polishing the work with us, finding all our little flaws and send it back to us to see if we like the corrections. We send it back accepting the changes without changing too much of the original story, but in return correcting all the mistakes that we don’t see.  It never takes one set of corrections.  Sometimes it takes more than three minimal for the novel to be relatively correction free.  After than more polishing by the head editor before the book is put into print.  This could take weeks because of busy schedules or even months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we are not perfect and some corrections may slip through all the eyes that see them, but it is in no part more one person’s fault than the entire time including the author.  I am paraphrasing from another author, but what she says rings true.  If a book has imperfections and the readers point it out, it everyone’s job to pull together and get the book in a well groomed position to boost the sell of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides if no one cared, the book would be an English teacher’s worst nightmare and it would never sell.  And who would want that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-6546333895863866152?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/6546333895863866152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=6546333895863866152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6546333895863866152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6546333895863866152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/04/problems-with-publishers.html' title='Problems with Publishers'/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-1525586560570377934</id><published>2007-03-19T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:11:04.666-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodies for me'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though you would all like to know what's happening on my side of the planet. Well, I finally changed my shift to work earlier so that I can be at home with my babies, Pluses for me, not to mention I love at night writing. Nothing like the sound of the night ot get the creative juices flowing....amung other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm not able to go to RT and my hubby feels really sorry for that, He bought me a new PDA and a Laptop. Talk about spoiled brat. Don't worry, I don't have him eating out of my hand yet. Just biding my time and waiting until the right moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my new toys tomorrow so look for more post from me. I'll have more computer time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-1525586560570377934?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/1525586560570377934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=1525586560570377934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/1525586560570377934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/1525586560570377934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-4583621843220734365</id><published>2007-01-21T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:55:40.462-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leah&apos;s Thoughts About Sex and Romancing The Story'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leah's Thoughts About Sex and Romancing The Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After reading a book from one of my favorite authors (Angela Knight) I came to one conclusion. If the characters in your story want to screw like bunnies, let 'em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have been sitting here thinking bout Fire and Desire and wondering what road I would take with my characters. I have written several sex scenes that I have yet to put in to the story thinking that if i did this then it would be more about sex than the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've always thought about sex scenes like this, but one you start writing you find that it's not about the sex, it's about the story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sure it sells, but would you read a book that all they did was have hot steamy sex and there was no story to it? Yeah, probably, but no. Eventually you'd be throwing it across the wall along with the other bad ones you read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There has to be a story. Some where inside all the sex and lust there has to be something meaningful to help fluff the sheets. Whether its a warlord taking revenge against the people that killed his family using the United &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Galactic&lt;/span&gt; President's eldest daughter to exact his revenge. (You know what I mean), or a husband trying to think of a way to get his wife back into his arms, there has to be a story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"And the Muse said, 'Let there be SEX!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Okay, now to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt; gritty. Every good book hooks you in with the first sentence but better books have the mention of sex within the first few pages. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eye poppers&lt;/span&gt;, I say, have you gasping for breath with every word. Be creative. Better yet, you know how you want to be treated, or mistreated by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Merc&lt;/span&gt; or some strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;alpha&lt;/span&gt; male bent on sexual play. Write about it and don't be stingy on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt; gritty. Make the scene worth while. Make the reader want to turn the page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let your imagination run wild with ideas. Put yourself in the heroine's shoes and find out what she wants. Is he hot like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;GQ&lt;/span&gt;, knock 'em dead, lady killer kind of hot? Is he possessive, special ability, dark, manipulative? Erotic? How does he make her feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; by standing there? Ask yourself (heroine) the questions and write them down if you must. If you don't think that they would be good for now, keep them. they would be good later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now put yourself in your hero's mind and ask the same questions, but you know you have to sweeten the deal a bit. "Every man likes a little meat and if you got a lot of meat then the more time it's gonna take him to get to the bone." (my mama said that!!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; But it's true. You don't have to be a stick figure all the time. Give the heroine v&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;oluptuality &lt;/span&gt;and a hidden sexuality that would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;entice&lt;/span&gt; any man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Last but not least, bring them to life. let them explore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, touch, feel, taste, see-mental, see-physical. Use every sense and emotion that comes to mind to let that moment be one of many great moments between them.  And Enjoy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Enough ranting...but if you got a topic you wanna discuss email me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:leahvaughn06@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Leah V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-4583621843220734365?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/4583621843220734365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=4583621843220734365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4583621843220734365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/4583621843220734365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/01/after-reading-book-from-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-6831788612237775038</id><published>2007-01-18T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:03:22.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leah's Decision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a lot about the new novel I'm working on and I come to one conclusion.  There is just too much to go in one book!!!  I thought about writing a series starting with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Aleqwyn&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chantiryn&lt;/span&gt; first then Vanessa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tyron&lt;/span&gt; second, then Cole and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Lyta&lt;/span&gt; third, then ending with all three couples in the ending series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of characters...I had to add an odd ball in there.  Cole was partially turned into a Dark Minion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chanti's&lt;/span&gt; friend and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Coles&lt;/span&gt; twin sister, who is badly injured during the last fight with Dark Lord and is taken care of by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Tyon&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Alura&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cole was partially turned into a Dark Minion ( I say partially because he's still fighting it), but is saved by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Lyta&lt;/span&gt; when she heals him of a deadly wound. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;see's&lt;/span&gt; his heart is still good and places a field of protection around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Aleq&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chanti&lt;/span&gt;. Which I think I honestly thought to  put them off until last, but now I don't know.  They've grown on me.  It has been difficult to visualize &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Aleq&lt;/span&gt; any thing but strong domineering but he is still a total &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sweety&lt;/span&gt;. I've started with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Aleq&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Chanti&lt;/span&gt; I think I'll end with them too, but bigger and badder than the last one.  You know I have to have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bad guys&lt;/span&gt; and the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bad guy&lt;/span&gt; is a whopper. You'll kinda guess but then you knock it off like I have.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to put too much out there, but there is a lot of story to tell with this one.  I think that you all will be surprised.  Oh, and lots of steamy sex scene to keep every one happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go blogging from school.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;TTFN&lt;/span&gt;  more news about Fire and Desire on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-6831788612237775038?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/6831788612237775038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=6831788612237775038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6831788612237775038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6831788612237775038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2007/01/leahs-decision.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-2784216719298999586</id><published>2006-12-28T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T01:41:20.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Yeasr Resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 2007 approaches.  like everyone else I have set a side some the time to make my top tem 2007 New Yeas resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Actually go to work and try to sound like I give a crap that their cable is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Attempt, at all cost, to sit down and write more about the sexy men in my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Schedule a time where I'm not always running like a chicken with my head cust off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Make strives to improve my memory...uhh what was I talking about again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Put my cape and tights away.  I ain't super woma, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy me 5 golden rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Not call in more than 70 times in a calendar year because I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Tell as many people as can about my novels...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Actually sit down for a chat session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  Go to RT in April!! WOOO HOOO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-2784216719298999586?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/2784216719298999586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=2784216719298999586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/2784216719298999586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/2784216719298999586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-yeasr-resolution-as-2007-approaches.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-3356131063081088371</id><published>2006-12-19T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:48:32.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;My Naughty Christmas Wish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Have a naughty wish you thought of for Christmas? If you've been nice, this is your one and only chance before Christmas to come over to the dark side.   Santa ain't looking.  hahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your naughty Christmas wish? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;To get the ball rolling...I want Vin Disel on my bed strapped down naked only wearing a Santa hat saying, "I wanna be your Ho Ho Ho," in that rough and sexy voice of his. YES LORD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Okay, now's your turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-3356131063081088371?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/3356131063081088371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=3356131063081088371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/3356131063081088371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/3356131063081088371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-naughty-christmas-wish-have-naughty.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31501107.post-6046932485114650341</id><published>2006-12-18T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T13:24:25.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I'm blogging for the first time on my own blogger.  I finally found a home that I call my own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to get down to business.  This site is going to before updates and what ever that comes to my mind.  Feel free to blogg yourself... if you subscribe.  Hopefully you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who.  Enjoy and look for more  posts soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah V.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31501107-6046932485114650341?l=ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/feeds/6046932485114650341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31501107&amp;postID=6046932485114650341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6046932485114650341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31501107/posts/default/6046932485114650341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ladyofgrace26.blogspot.com/2006/12/okay-im-blogging-for-first-time-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah Vaughn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17543473279157015199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVYO36VNQ7I/SbxLHHdjHnI/AAAAAAAAABs/6fP1TR8shXo/S220/DCFC0007.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
