is like a xylophone always in search for the very best tone.
Love is also like a combat zone or like a cyclone.
It is like that precious stone that you are afraid to lose because when you hold it in your hands it might be unfold.
You see with love understand that it is pretty much like that promised land.
You can not fix it with wearing a rubber band that does not withstand.
To get the upper hand, no witness stand and no wedding band will really stand.
On the other hand, what makes you reminiscent of that promised land?
Wearing a steal band is a lover's only cover for eternal and universal love!
Love Is Like Y
Love Is Like Y
Love is a lot like playing yoyo because love goes up and love goes down.
Somtimes love makes you look like a clown and sometimes love rewards you with that triple crown.
Somtimes love is dragging and knocking you down.
That's when you frown because that is when love is burning you down.
That's when you know you need another yoyo effect because you certainly do not want to spend the rest
of your loving life solo playing single polo.
A lover truly wants yoyo love no matter if it hurts like hell because deep inside a lover knows that love always excels.
Love Is Like Z
Love Is Like Z
Love is like zen.
Love is like all of a lover's 6 senses that never quite fail a lover's relentless dimensions or a lover's defenses.
Love also means tension that can quite easily sometimes lead to misapprehension.
Prevention of tension is what all lovers long for.
Love calls for all of a lover's attention and on all levels of a lover's dimensions because prevention or suspension of love is what would break a lover's heart!
About The Author
K. W. Middleton is a wife and mother and lives with her family on the beautiful island of Capri.
Since early childhood, she dreamed of writing stories dedicated to women. She had the desire to write romantic and erotic stories that readers truly would fall in love with, but she never let her fantasies out because she had to focus on her family and her career in order to earn her living. She finally risked her career and her relationship with this new venture. She put pen to paper with her first collection of BBW Romance and Erotic Holiday Story Collection called Hues of Lust. Hues of Lust is part of a series called Hues Of Holiday Lust.
Her latest fictional creation is a collection of short BBW romantic and erotic lustful moments that are themed holiday stories that happen during St. Valentine.
Hues of Lust is the first Volume of the Hues Of Holidays series. More lustful moments during holiday moments like Mother's day, Father's day, Eastern, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas are already planned.
The series has been designed to please a bbw woman with a modern lifestyle who especially likes to explore and interact with people and strangers from the outside world during these most exciting holiday times of the year: Christmas, New Year's Eve, St. Valentine Day, Mother's Day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and many other holiday moments that a woman truly does enjoy!
She is also working on her own true story that she is going to transform into a passionate love story with elements of adventure, suspense, crime, and college life meets wall street that is wrapped up into an intensively high explosive emotional charged story. It is going to be her first novel.
A story that consists of her own experiences and moments that are half fiction and half reality. An exciting story of adventure and suspense with a love story wrapped around it. A story of a woman who is finally able to change her life. A story of a woman who leaves everything she has been living for. A story of a woman who leaves her past behind her and who emotionally goes through her own resurrection. She is living very intensive moments in a country that she has never been before and with people that she has never seen before.
Her motivation and interest behind it is to inspire every woman in this world to live, imagine, dream, embrace, and take on challenges that get into one's ways.
She has realized her own possibilities and opportunities by accepting failure and by challenging impossible situations by stepping up and by accepting fate, failure and darkness of life. She had to accept confusion, chaos and defeat in order to be able to turn her life into a straight line of success and in order to develop her own personality and authority and in order to accept love.
This is the kind of intriguing and exciting material that her stories are all about.
She likes to convey that every woman has the ability to write her own story because it is the failure that makes a story great. Every woman has the chance to take a second chance and to grab that possibility and opportunity and turn failure into a new life that she is passionate about and that she loves to live, every day and for the rest of her life!
Every woman has the right to create her own freedom and her own definition of love.
You can find more information about K. W. Middleton on her Facebook page: http://www/facebook.com/pages/HuesOfHolidays
Searching For Love
By Amelia Rose
Chapter One
Carey stared wistfully in the distance, watching as the truck containing the happy bride and groom left a trail of dust in its wake. As the couple sped off toward their honeymoon, he couldn’t help but feel out of sorts and alone in a way he’d never experienced. Of course, he was happy for his brother, Casey, and his new bride, Miranda, but Carey had never really been apart from his twin brother. Something told him this was only the beginning of how things were about to change, not only between the two brothers but also within the family as a whole.
They’d been a close-knit family for as long as Carey could remember, probably brought even closer from losing their mother at such a young age. For Casey and Carey, the oldest of the Carson boys, all the way down to the fifteen-year-old twins, Seamus and Jacob, with middle brothers, Joseph and Anders, in between, being a part of their ranching family meant they were always together, always looking out for each other, and working toward a common goal for the family.
