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Saturday, October 29, 2011

Leadership And Career Coach Eva Jeannine Meloche Helps Women Find Their Optimal Career And Fulfillment At Work

Leadership And Career Coach Eva Jeannine Meloche Helps Women Find Their Optimal Career And Fulfillment At Work
The distance between your home and office has always been the same. But why suddenly the office seems so far away? The simple answer to this question is you are not enjoying your job. But not everything is lost. You can still channelize your energy and find a career which you enjoy and also sustains your lifestyle. A bit of soul searching will enable you to align your goals with your life and embark on a satisfying journey.

It is not a difficult task to get stuck in a wrong job. In early stages of career people have different priorities which can result in wrong choices. However, there is no need to make it a ordeal. An effort to recognize one's true passion and talent can help you to find a career which suits you. Although you can sit down and list your weakness and strengths, a better way would be to seek the advice of a professional coach who has helped a lot of people in this endeavor.

So, why do you need a personal career coach? As a woman, you have been blessed with numerous gifts. Within your inner self lies a treasure trove of talent which has not been utilized till now. But it is not possible for you to reach that treasure without a map. A career guide will provide you with this map. She will help you to navigate through your inner self and unleash your true potential.

Although it is difficult to tell where the influence of a life coach starts or ends, let us look at a few ways in which a career coach can help you:

An inward journey to help you connect with your inner self

Scale the boundaries of inner self to identify your personality type

Help you identify the gifts and talents endowed by nature on you

Realize your soul purpose and reconnect to the passions of your life

Choose a career which is in congruence with your purpose and interests in life

This is just a brief snapshot of how a career counselor can put your life back on track and also fill it with joy and happiness. So, embark on this beautiful journey with a life coach and enjoy the true bliss of womanhood!

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Monday, October 17, 2011

Kendra Wilkinson Says She And Hank Will Be Together Forever Despite Cheating Scandal

Kendra Wilkinson Says She And Hank Will Be Together Forever Despite Cheating Scandal
Kendra Wilkinson says that she and Hank Baskett are goodbye to be together everlastingly no matter what. According to "InTouch Daily", the reality pet name right opened up about the residents of her marriage, and pass that she has no plans to divorce her husband apart from a nasty deceitfulness renown that rocked their relationship for the further than four months. "He loves me and we're gonna be together, for the rest of our lives. We'll prove it, we'll prove it until we're 100 years old. We're gonna be together everlastingly," Kendra understood now an question with Billy Plant and Kit Hoover on "Contact Hollywood Go aboard". Kendra Wilkinson seems to status that Hank Baskett did not plagiarize on her, and that he was set up by Ava Sabrina London. All of the stories that were put out in the press are now being questioned, and Kendra says that she doesn't duty her husband for the way he handled belongings. "If you had one sever, one sever to stash your family, to stash yourself, to stash the upper limit astounding parents, the upper limit astounding offspring, the upper limit astounding group, the upper limit astounding life - you are not gonna go and bellyache and holler and indicate and this and that. You are gonna play a eager. You are gonna play round He was smart by perform that," Kendra understood. According to "Hollywood Time", Kendra besides pass that she and Hank are committed with the FBI such as they status Hank was set up, and that what was fulfilled was manipulated -- and against the law. It is assumed that the couple will carry on legal action against Ava Sabrina London, and individual moreover who took part in this set up if the FBI finds confirm of any funny fixed. Kendra Wilkinson has forgiven Hank for anything it is that he did. As rather than reported by the "Inquisitr", present-day has been at minimum one click of Hank's side of the story, and it didn't camouflage deceitfulness at all. Fairly, it effective Hank smoking weed with London and one of her friends, goodbye to her home to use the restroom (and burn foster weed), and being put in a dilemma since London and her friend got exposed and started making out. Hank reportedly felt like he cheated on Kendra just by being present-day, at a halt if he didn't truthfully do suchlike (anyhow burn pot). Do you think Hank Baskett is innocent? Do you think Kendra is making the right present by staying with him? [Create in your mind politesse of Star Media] Kendra Wilkinson Says She And Hank Give Be attached Permanently Anyhow Treacherous Disgrace is an article from: The Inquisitr News

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Community Author Snippets July

Community Author Snippets July
Looking for a great July read? We're sharing excerpts from some of our community authors' July releases. Which ones speak to you the most?

We tried to include as many community authors as possible, but if you're one of our authors, and you have a book out in July that's not featured in the comments, go ahead and post your excerpt in the comments so we can hear about your book!

Pregnant with the Soldier's Son by Amy Ruttan


"Ingrid."

They'd used protection, but the condom, on her first time ever with a man, had broken.

Stupid Murphy and his freaking laws had been out to get her that night.

Now she was pregnant, alone and scared. Scared she couldn't give this baby all he or she needed. Terrified of not knowing what the future held.

"I thought it was Philomena?" There was a sarcastic edge to his voice.

"I lied."

"So I gathered," he said. Clint's gaze raked her body from head to toe, finally resting on her rounded belly.

Ingrid fought the urge to cover her belly but instead held her ground.

She was tired of being ashamed of her glaring mistake. She braced herself for a slew of questions.

"I'm not used to people lying to me."

Ingrid was stunned. That's what he was ticked about?
Lured by the Rich Rancher by Kathie DeNosky

With hair the color of pale gold silk and a complexion that appeared to have been kissed by the sun, she was without question the most gorgeous female he'd ever had the privilege to lay eyes on. But when her vibrant blue gaze met his and her coral lips curved upward into a soft smile, he damn near stopped dead in his tracks. It felt as if someone had punched him square in the gut.

Chance had no idea who she was, but he had every intention of remedying that little detail as soon as possible.

Felicity Sinclair felt as if something shifted in the universe when she looked up to find the best man staring at her as he and the matron of honor followed the newly married couple back down the aisle. He was--in a word--perfect!
200 Harley Street: The Tortured Hero by Amy Andrews

Ethan wasn't sure how long he sat there, idly twisting from side to side, his eyes shut, his tired muscles almost jelly now they'd been given permission to relax. He just knew it felt good to be non-weight-bearing.

Bliss. Ecstasy. Paradise.

But he "was" here for a reason--apart from the damn good whisky. He dragged his eyes open, knowing he couldn't put it off any longer. Finally acknowledging that was exactly what he "was" doing.

On Leo's desk there was a chart. The chart of a child with a terribly disfiguring condition that Ethan could help.

He could change little Ama's life.

He "would" change her life.

But Ama's case was complicated in more ways than one. Her condition was complex and would require multiple surgeries to correct.

But that wasn't the issue. Ethan thrived on complex.

It was the strings attached to the case that were the problem. Big, fat strings involving someone from his past and the unholy mess he'd made in his selfish, juvenile need to hurt his brother.

"Olivia Fairchild."

Olivia's charity Fair Go was sponsoring Ama and her mother and an interpreter to travel from sub-Sahara Africa to London and the Hunter Clinic, for surgery and rehabilitation.

And she would be here--tomorrow.

Olivia who'd loved him. And he'd thrown it in her face by using her to get back at Leo. Flaunting her in front of his brother, knowing how much Leo had fallen for her, taunting him with the woman he couldn't have.

HOT ON THE HUNT BY MELISSA CUTLER


He spit the gum into the sand, then shifted from his belly into an awkward hunching seated position. Then he did the most uncomfortable, distracting thing possible--he thought about Alicia. He thought about her the second to last time they were together, about her lying on her stomach and the path of water left by the ice cube he'd trailed along her spine--one of the many memories of her that hurt in a physical, permanent way.

He could still hear the hiss of protest she'd given when the ice cube had first touched her skin, followed by a giggle that had quickly turned into a purr. He'd loved the sounds she'd made in bed. Sweet, vulnerable, girlie sounds that were totally incongruous to the Alicia the rest of the world knew--the soldier, the computer genius, the femme fatale. His secret Alicia. His Phoenix.

At the next knife of pain to his heart, he steadied his gaze through the mounted scope. He thought about the wind and the rate of the incoming tide. He studied the buoy's pattern of movement, then set his finger on the trigger. Breathe in--Alicia's hair fanning over her smiling cheek. Breathe out--her hand finding his and holding tight. A squeeze of the trigger. The buoy bell gonged with the hit.

He loaded another round and repeated the process, twice as fast this time. "Gong." Maybe that was why he wasn't entirely sure, at first, that he'd heard the chirp of the alarm from his computer alert system. He stood and shook out his legs, then dusted the sand from his shirt.

The computer chimed again. Sometimes it was easy to forget that life in the real world had gone on without him. He went weeks now without tuning in to world news or checking his email accounts. A long time ago, he stopped caring about war or what his old friends were up to. But guarding himself, resisting complacency, meant keeping tabs on the two people who'd destroyed him. The email alert meant that Logan McCaffrey, his one friend left in the Department of Homeland Security's Immigration and Customs Enforcement--better known as ICE--was contacting him with news about either Alicia or Rory.

Maybe Rory had been moved to a new wing of the prison. Or Alicia had decided to rejoin ICE. Most likely, the news was something benign, but still beneficial for John to be aware of. Someday, he planned to reenter the world and it'd be good to know exactly where his enemies were and what they were up to.

He propped his rifle against the wall just inside the cabin door, then unloaded the spare ammo from his pocket to the shelf next to it. From the fridge, he grabbed a bottle of cola, then crossed the wooden floorboards to the communication console he'd set up on the far side of the room. An email window had popped up.

John dipped his head to read it without sitting.

Rory escaped at 0700 hours. Alicia is missing.

MATCHED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY KAT CANTRELL


"It's not my job to be your stand-in wife." Mrs. Gordon firmed her mouth, which meant she had a lot more to say but didn't know how to do so tactfully. In the eight years she'd been keeping him sane, he'd seen that look a lot.

With a half laugh, Leo said, "Of course not. That's not part of your job description."

Except it had the ring of uncomfortable truth. When his hair grew too long, Mrs. Gordon scheduled a haircut. His mother's birthday--Mrs. Gordon picked out the gift. The wine-and-dine request had been a bit of a blurred line, but based on the set of Mrs. Gordon's mouth, he'd pretty well turned the line into a trapezoid.

Mrs. Gordon shut down her computer for the night. "Well, it should be part of someone's job description."

"What, like a party planner?" Maybe he should hire a professional in some capacity, which wouldn't cover all his social obligations. But it was better than nothing.

"Like a girlfriend. Or someone who might actually still be around in six weeks. Hire a wife," she said with a nod. "You need a good woman to take care of you outside of the office. Ask "her" to glance at your gas gauge. She can schmooze Garrett and make sure your life is running smoothly. Keep you warm at night."

Her eyebrows waggled but Leo barely noticed.

"Hire a wife."

Could you even do such a thing? It seemed too perfect a solution.
A Doctor for Keeps by Lynne Marshall

Determined not to wake up Grandma Gerda, she tramped through the overgrown grass and shrubbery along the side of the house, searching for the mark.

Success! A brightly patterned rock nestled against the wooden gate stood out under the moonlight like fluorescent paint under black light. As she'd been told, she searched along the bottom for the small stick-on box holding the house key, hoping there weren't any nighttime creepy crawlers around. Just as she retrieved the box and opened it, the assaulting aroma of night-blooming jasmine tickled her nose. Sneezing with gusto, she dropped the key and got on her hands and knees to search for it, grateful there was a full moon.

A few seconds later, with key in hand, she emerged out of the thick overgrowth between two houses, heading for the huge wraparound porch belonging to her maternal grandmother. But not before tripping on a brick along the walkway. She lurched forward, swatting at the night for nonexistent support and letting fly a few choice words.

A bright light blinded her just as she stopped teetering and regained her balance.

"Who's there?" A distinctly deep and masculine voice came from the vicinity of the light.

She shielded her eyes with her forearms. "I'm Mrs. Rask's granddaughter. Who're you?"

The light lowered, allowing Desi to see a huge shadow, making her wish she'd kept up those kickboxing classesjust in case.

"I'm Kent, Gerda's next-door neighbor." The man stepped closer, studying her, as though he didn't believe her story. "I've never heard about a granddaughter."

Why would she expect otherwise? Wasn't she supposed to be the secret granddaughter? Especially since a Scandinavian stronghold like Heartlandia along the Columbia River in Oregon probably wasn't used to people like her.

WILD IRIS RIDGE BY RAEANNE THAYNE


She hurried and unlatched the window to let some of the smoke out. Just as she turned around, she heard an ominous crackling and a loud, angry roar from overhead.

Her stomach turned over. She had heard that sound once before, in one of the upstairs bedrooms one memorable wintry January day when she was seventeen. This was more than a problem with a poorly drawing flue. This was a chimney fire.

In that previous fire when she was living here, that had been a case of an old bird's nest falling and igniting. This could be another one or perhaps creosote buildup had ignited.

Whatever the reason, this was a nightmare. Chimney fires burned hot and fierce and could burn through the masonry, the walls. Everything. In addition, flying debris could ignite the roof and take down the entire hundred-twenty-year-old historic mansion.

She couldn't burn down Iris House. She had nothing else left.

Though she knew it was risky, in one last desperate effort, she aimed the fire extinguisher up the chimney, adrenaline shooting through her as fast and fierce as those flames, until the chemical ran out then she scooped up her purse and raced for the door with her phone in hand, already dialing 911.

Apparently, someone beat her to it. She ran out onto the porch just as a couple of guys in full uniforms were running out of a fire truck parked behind her car, lights flashing. Another engine was just pulling up behind it.

Somebody must have seen the smoke pouring out the window and called it in. Yay for nosy neighbors.

"Is there anybody else inside?" one of the firefighters asked her.

"No. Just me. It's a chimney fire, centered in the den. Go to the end of the hall, last door on the right."

"Thanks."

"Oh, am I so glad to see you guys," she called to the third firefighter she encountered as she headed down the steps of the porch.

This one wasn't in turnout gear, only a coat and helmet that shielded his features in the smoke and the gloomy night. She had only an impression of height and impressive bulk before he spoke in a voice as hard and terrifying as the fire.

"You won't be so glad to see us when we have you arrested for trespassing, arson and criminal mischief."

Lucy screwed her eyes shut as recognition flooded through her.

Oh, joy.

She should have known. Brendan Caine. He was probably the reason she hadn't wanted to call the fire department in the first place. Her subconscious probably had been gearing up for this encounter since she saw that first puff of smoke.
WEDDING AT CARDWELL RANCH BY B.J. DANIELS

Allie's was one of the older cabins. Because it was small and not in great shape, Nick had gotten a good deal on it. Being in construction, he'd promised to enlarge it and fix all the things wrong with it. That hadn't happened.

After Drew left, Allie didn't hurry inside the cabin. It was a nice summer night, the stars overhead glittering brightly and a cool breeze coming up from the river.

She had begun to hate the cabin--and her fear of what might be waiting for her inside it. Nick had been such a force of nature to deal with that his presence seemed to have soaked into the walls. Sometimes she swore she could hear his voice. Often she found items of his clothing lying around the house as if he was still there--even though she'd boxed up his things and taken them to the local charity shop months ago.

Just the thought of what might be waiting for her inside the cabin this time made her shudder as she opened the door and stepped in, Nat at her side.
The Vampire's Wolf by Jenna Kernan

He signaled for him to hold and glanced back to the intruders, gaping, as this was the first time he'd seen the Night Stalkers. The sight sent a shiver down his spine. There were two males and they were hideous, pale and rodentlike, just as he'd been told, with purple-skinned and misshapen heads that looked as if they'd been crushed. Their eyes were milky, and their noses, if you could call them that, were slitted as if they belonged to reptiles. And then he fixed on the woman, struggling against their grasp and making every effort to wrench herself free.

She did not seem of the same species. They'd said the females were lovely, and he was curious to see for himself.

She was tall and lithe, dressed modestly in a pair of faded blue jeans that sat low on her curvy hips. Her struggles showed him both the pink mobile phone that did not entirely fit in her back pocket and also the scrap of white lace undergarment that peeked from above her jeans. Her white T-shirt fit her like a second skin and had hiked over her flat stomach, showing a wide-open stretch of perfect skin and the dark indent of her navel. How long had she been a bloodsucker, and why was she fighting them?

The beams of sunlight chased across the yard, illuminating her to reveal that her hair was coppery red, shoulder length, and with ringlets that wound tight, curly as a corkscrew. They bounced as she tossed her head. He wanted to see her face, which was now covered by her hair.

Now what the hell did he do? He hadn't counted on killing a woman.

Not a woman, he reminded himself. A dangerous assassin. The female vamps killed by drawing energy. At least that's what the intel from the Israelis said. The Israelis had captured one but couldn't turn her, so they'd put her down.

She's not human. A killer. "A beauty," whispered his mind.

He shook his head. This wasn't possible. Her allure didn't work on him. That was what he'd been told. But he still found he didn't have the stomach to kill her. She'd be the capture, he decided. The colonel's prize.

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Wednesday, October 5, 2011

He Likes Me He Likes Me Not

He Likes Me He Likes Me Not
FLIRT %26amp;%26amp; man whore? How can i tell if he likes me?

How cam you tell...

If a guy whos a major FLiRT %26amp;%26amp; man whore likes you..?

%26amp;%26amp; i mean really likes you..

not just wanting something from you...

The guy i like told me that if he were to date someone like me (a girl waiting to have sex until marriage) he would respect them because he would like them so much he wouldnt worry about what they would give him...

BUT he has been asking me to do stuff with him.. granit i HAVE told him that the SECOND time we were to hang out i would maybe mess around with him...

how can i tell if he likes me?

like i said hes a big flirt so he flirts with like everyone...

what do i have to do to find out..?

if he likes me would he still ask me what your wearing... %26amp;%26amp; what's underneath %26amp;%26amp; stuff like that?He likes me... he likes me not? :(?

Welcome to reality, All guys are flirts! They think about sex ~80 percent of the day...Just be happy he asks YOU those questions and NOT other girls...sure, joke around with him...just play hard to get, until, as u plan it, after marriage...Good Luck, hopefully u 2 are meant for each otherHe likes me... he likes me not? :(?

if he has had many gf's then he's a man whore but if he hasn't then its a flirt

It sounds like my man., Did it hurt? When you fell out of

heaven,... He just wants you to screw him. trust me !YOU KNOW OR YOU WOULDN'T BE ASKING,right?

Goodluck, CIAO

get a life

u wanna know wut is the sign of a guy that shows wether he like u or just flirting.

if the guy like u!

1) he respect ur decision

2) he care more wut inside u than wut u wearing

3) he will not ask u to do the stuff u dunt like

4) he can smell if u sad or even happy.

if the guy just flirt wit u!

1) u can tell when he like to show u off infront of his frend.

2) forced a lot.

3) never ask for ur opinion b4 doin sumting.

4) he luv ur face and body more than wut u feel for him.

think bout it..actually theres a lot more reason. u just have to feel it and it will come to u.

Source: dating-coach-anita.blogspot.com

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Even Leprechauns Need Help Finding Love

Even Leprechauns Need Help Finding Love
NEW BRUNSWICK, Undergo 4, 2011: Between the sever of the Irish, some well-planned activities and a room full of singles, Atlantic Canadian-based dating craze www.Kipici.com hopes to supply to the embryonic the creeps of the embryonic singles rate in Canada and abroad. "The in no time embryonic rate of singles demonstrates that people satisfactorily do need help thoughts love, whether they think about it it or not. Farthest away single people esteem they purchase no problem getting dates, but if you ask them how normal dates they purchase been on in the formerly year; it's unadventurously in the single digits. We want to help community who are looking for love, but to find it they first purchase to be articulate," says CEO Theresa Williams.

"To the actual degree single can be a very amenable life style for some, but it can lead to less physical, financial and emotional well-being as well as departing trudge that are up to 58% aristocratic than community who are not single, as reported in a 2006 study by Kaplan and Kronick," says Theresa.

Dr. Stacey MacKinnon, a Convivial Psychology Checker and Coach at the Exercise of Prince Edward Islet, attributes the trending loan in singlehood to a great transaction factors such as elder financial options for women, which direct they don't purchase to merge for dress anymore; a aristocratic grouping of men who cannot "Thin" to merge orderly the financial downturn; and the slow on the uptake education of men and women.

These factors will not fade in the restful innovative and as a result singles need to find a great transaction ways to meet a great transaction quality singles in a safe, unchangeable and fun stipulations. Kipici's shipment is to fund this by sprint an online service that focuses on eliminating not good enough candidates from the site using DateGuard be visual against, and by method offline amenities that transferal on expanding the single person's system of single friends armed by local MatchMasters. "You can't date "THE ONE" if you don't ever purchase the line of meeting "THE ONE". I don't esteem give to is only one but I do esteem they are hard to find if you are not meeting new people detached of your lay out race. Totally as in craze, you will purchase elder success what you system," says Williams.

Williams, who has an MBA from the attractive Wharton Coagulate up Theoretical, full-grown this craze model to help singles meet quality candidates and to contain the wager of coincidence partnered with online dating sites. "In my experience of online dating, I purchase been approached by scammers, criminals and blunt married men. Marital people mate tell for 30% of the online daters on solid dating sites. The best ideas are stooped from your own frustrations, and for me Kipici was no converse. I obligatory to hold on a high and strong service everywhere we improve the safety, dress and silence of our members as well as help them get offline to meet real people. Conveyance a better service in each the online and offline environments is our team's passion. Slang about dating all day makes for fun conversation in the chest of drawers," says Williams.

The first local route was supposed in Moncton, New Brunswick, on February 12, 2011, and it was a rich success. "All the act party had a great experience and note are permanent for the introduction route on Undergo 17th at the Millennium Fib in Moncton's Colonial Inn. You combat you purchase a successful regulation what everyone knows each other's name by the end of the route, people are forming after-party groups to keep up into the end of the day, and you see act party friending each a great transaction on Facebook as soon as the route. We are looking conspicuous to the embryonic group of admired consumers on both sides of Canada who will be attending our happenings. We want them to combat we fame their craze every time they mix together with us. How normal dating companies can say that? We are not just a technology company but a issue of anomalous human resources who depressingly cares about its consumers," says Williams.

This passion is a alternative of from the heart and soul that goes into organizing the happenings by our perfectly exclusive MatchMasters. In Moncton, we purchase Sandra Welner and in Halifax we purchase Cynthia Gass. Along with ladies mean a family of perceptive and experience to the table. Welner has been indirect with Kipici for six months and is studying to be a Permitted Matchmaker. As former owner of the Eight at Eight Lunch Club for Singles, Gass brings being of experience as a Matchmaker in the Halifax direct. "Along with Welner and Gass meet our high professional ethics and morals needs, and they each acknowledge a very saccharine makeup and wide-ranging personalities. We each purchase policy to bend in two as compound in a great transaction cities on both sides of Canada and the Attached States in the introduction piazza and will be interviewing candidates for MatchMaster positions in community cities as well," says Williams.

In infusion to MatchMasters, Kipici happenings wear and tear out busy and fun get-to-know-each-other join that do not resemble the redoubtable interview-type questions that would be expert in speed dating. "Worker diametrically dating was a be in power but we approved not to go that pattern for scrupulous we obligatory people to knock together their time getting to combat each a great transaction in a fun, no-pressure stipulations everywhere they don't dropout feeling as if they purchase been grilled a dozen times in an interview-style stipulations," says Williams.

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Shawn St. Onge -Known as The Fallen Bodyguard angel in the ring and on stage, Shawn is a expert chorus member with 20 being experience and plays merged instruments. He each teaches guitar and percussion lessons. His style ranges from blues and bend to metal.

Craig Opaque - Craig began words unvaryingly in intensity shows at the age of

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