Monday, March 23, 2015


Get Out of Your Comfort Zone

We all get complacent at times, comfortable in our situation no matter how unhappy it makes us merely because we are afraid of the unknown. But life isn't about being comfortable, it is about experiences...getting out there and really living!

I'm not going to lie, the start of 2015 for me was pretty shitty. Without getting too personal I'll just say that some things happened that really shook up my little world and made me take a good look at what I was doing with my life. I came to find I was being complacent. That inspired me to make some changes, push some boundaries, and try some new things.

First on the list was Parkour. If you've never heard of Parkour it is the art of free-running. In other words these are the guys and gals you see on TV or in movies leaping around buildings like Spiderman! I always wanted to try it and I finally did. Not that I thought it was but that shit sure wasn't easy!! You have to develop great control of your body and remove all fear of falling on your face. The instructors, a group of kids in their early 20's, were supportive of this first-timer and told me in no uncertain terms: "Get up a wall at least 3 times today, that is your goal."
I'm happy to say I conquered said goal...not without some scratches but I did it. Nothing like accomplishing a goal.

The point of this story is to challenge you. What is something you've always wanted to do but haven't done because you've been too afraid of it? We all have something. I can at least cross one more item off my bucket list, though I still have many more to accomplish.


Colon cancer is not as widely recognized as breast cancer or skin cancer but it is just as deadly. Both my parents succumb to it which is why I'm such an advocate of treatment centers. March is colon cancer awareness month and though the month is almost over it is still important to recognize that early detection and treatment of the disease might help save a life...even yours. As a reminder a portion of the proceeds from my novel Lucky Sevens goes to support the Sharon Osbourne Colon Cancer program at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center.
Get a good book for a good cause!

Friday, February 27, 2015

Free Reads

In case you didn't know two of my short stories are absolutely FREE to read!

Former army sniper John Phoenix has brought his work home with him. As a professional hitman he does very bad things to very bad people for very good reasons. When Phoenix wakes in a pool of his own blood he finds himself entangled in a deadly plot of gun-running, headed by a former member of his unit.
This time the hit is on the hitman and Phoenix must use everything in his arsenal if he is to survive.
A full packed thriller in a convenient snack size!


“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.” Those were the last words she spoke to him for tomorrow never came for either of them. With one stupid, drunken accident the light of his life went out that night. And with her passing, he wished that the spectre's skeletal hand that reached out to claim her had taken him too.
Thanatos was a bundle of nerves. If he had skin it would be crawling. There had been a time in his existence, a pleasant time, when he need only concern himself with simple, ritual tasks. Now that The Underworld had gone public his every waking hour seemed to be a living nightmare, which really didn’t make much sense considering he was dead. Walking through the office doors of Hellfire & Brimstone Inc, Thanatos was immediately struck by the chaos of the day, which was invariably the chaos of every other day. The staff were plentiful, the work abundant, but no one seemed to be doing any. Telephones were ringing incessantly, putting an even bigger strain on Thanatos’ aching head.
Iris was her usual whimsical self. Most days Thanatos couldn’t decide if that was a bonus or simply another added aggravation. Today he decided it was an enormous aggravation.
“Good morning, Mr. Death.”
Her cheery greeting set his teeth on edge.
Iris was the Messenger to the Immortals. Her deliveries were always wing-footed which made her a damn good secretary. But her jovial disposition was jarringly out of place amongst the tenebrous surroundings of perpetual death.
“Gee, Mr. Death,” she continued breezily, referring to him for the umpteenth time as ‘Mr. Death’ despite his numerous protests against it. “Are you havin’ a bad day?”
“I’m fine, Iris,” Thanatos answered coldly. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Lots of stress, huh?”
“I suppose,” Thanatos replied, trying to sidestep quickly into his office.
“You can tell by the new cracks in your skull,” she called after him.
Thanatos paused and turned on his heel. “New cracks?” he asked in dismay.
“Oh yeah, one of them is running down the side of your cranium like the mighty Mississippi. But you still look hot to me.”
Thanatos threw back his cloak and ran a bony finger over the fine, smooth surface of his skull until he found the culprit. It was jagged and very long, extending almost down to his vertebrae.
“It kinda suits you, sir,” Iris added with a plucky grin.
Thanatos stared back at her, his hollow eye sockets intent on burning a hole through her grinning face. Finally he said: “I’ll be in my office. Hold my calls.”

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

And Now A Valentine's Day Poem...

Love is the most beautiful thing to have, hardest thing to earn, and most painful thing to lose.

"I'm not a girly girl. I go to the bar. I like to get dirty. 
I can be a real guys gal. I crack guy jokes. 
But at the end of the night I can still get dressed up for a date. 
There are a million different personalities that are part of me."

Heart on Sleeve: A Poem
by Cynthia Vespia 
2015 All Rights Reserved

Flowers always die
Chocolate makes you fat
Jewelry loses its luster
But I don't need any of that.

Just grant me of your time
Perhaps a cuddle or two
Then look me in the eyes
and whisper softly "I love you."

I'm not your average gal, most would agree
I don't need grand gestures, expensive baubles, or bling
I'm not a clotheshorse or a diva
I rarely go shopping and I'm not into materialistic things.

I prefer the simple things in life
The things that nourish my soul
An epic adventure, a cherished memory
Anything that leaves my heart full.

I fancy myself a pretty good catch
But most guys have bailed without giving me a chance.
I guess they're intimidated, scare easily
or just aren't into romance.

You're still single?
They all ask in surprise
Yes, I admit
It's either been bad timing, availability, or outright lies.

My list of potential suitors has been short-lived at best
There's only been a handful of men I've had feelings for
But at the end of the day,
they run for the door.

It's confusing and frustrating to say the least
Is it me? Is it something I said?
I'm tired of suddenly being kicked to the curb
And I really resent the ones who only want to go to bed.

I'm looking for something substantial
I want more than a piece of ass
I need that guy who will stick
Next time around it needs to last.

I'm weary of the heartache
And I'm so over playing games
If you can't say and do what you mean
Well, to me that seems pretty lame.

And speaking of doing things for my lover...
Well I'm good at that too
I'm thoughtful and caring
Did I mention loyal only to you?

"I'm not damaged goods. I'm a really good person. 
And when it comes to relationships I'm 100% monogamous"

But why should I explain why I'm such a great catch?
If a guy can't see that its really his loss
I'm fit and I'm fun, intelligent too
What else can I say to get that across?

So if there's a Superman out there I'd really like to know
Give me a holler if you think you've got the guts
But don't get offended if I turn you down
You see, I'm also a little nuts.

Here's to the future
Right now it looks pretty bare
Seriously, Prince Charming, make some kind of move
Let me know that you care.

I can be good to someone if they let me
And they return that affection in kind
As they say in Game of Thrones
I'm yours and you're mine.