One such mask is called delicate sadness and is so elegantly designed that it is meant to illicit a sense of sadness from the audience. Noh is a traditional Japanese theater where the actors wear masks which depicts their emotions. I named it The Delicate Sadness after reading an article about Japanese Noh masks. So I’ll start by explaining my blog title.

And I’m beginning to realize that I write about how I feel and what I think and maybe someone else might need to write about what they feel and what they think. But when I sit in front of the laptop and think about what I should write, all I can think is why in the world would anyone give a damn about what I have to say or how I feel? You don’t even know me so why would you care about this emptiness, this loss that’s so rooted in me that I don’t even remember who I used to be?īut today is a different day. Someone I know suggested that it might help to blog my thoughts. I began this blog two weeks ago and never even made a post. MIMIROSE1989, September 28-I don’t know exactly why I’m writing this. Seduction: An Interracial Romance Anthology Vol. For reprint or excerpt permission inquiries, please contact the author by e-mail at published and distributed in the United States of America in August, 2013 in an anthology with CeCe Monét entitled Seduction: An Interracial Romance Anthology – Volume 1. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever, except for short excerpts appearing in book reviews.

Any similarity from this book to events occurring in real life – including locations, or persons living or dead is wholly coincidental.Ĭopyright © 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017 Pepper Pace. Characters – including their names, places and incidents are products of the authors’ imaginations or are otherwise used fictitiously. This story is completely a work of fiction. But is he who he says he is? Warning: graphic sex and language. It takes a man that she has never set eyes on and so different from any she’d ever experienced to show her the way. Now a widow at the age of thirty-seven she must either re-create her life or continue existing in the safety of her loneliness. The life that Rosia Banks thought she would live came to a crashing halt with the death of her husband.

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