Welcome to our final author of the Alliances Blog Swap - T.C. McKee! She is the author of a really fantastic book called The Bone Treaty (Seal of Solomon Series Book 1)
, of which I am totally waiting for Book 2. (Hurry up will ya!)Today, she's joining me to talk about friendship and trust. Check out her post after the jump!
First off I'd like to thank Whitney for inviting me to be on her blog today. As we patiently wait for the release of Alliances, book two of the Razia series (Ahem...Wednesday March 4th) I thought it would be the perfect time to talk a little about friendship and trust. For me, and I'm sure for most, the two go hand in hand. Sadly, I've been accused a time or two of taking the whole business of friendship to a whole other level. Calm down. I don't mean that other level. Everybody keeps their clothes on. Well...most of the time. My BFF and I have been known to try on clothes together and occasionally snuggle when the house is drafty and we're having a movie night.
Wait. There was also that time we checked each other's boobs for firmness, but I think it should be noted that an entire bottle of wine had been consumed and it was a holiday. Moving on. No judging.
Friendship just like any relationship can be tricky. Especially if its a newbie. I have trouble with making new friends sometimes. People don't always know how to take me. First and foremost there's that awkwardness that comes from working from home. I own two businesses...a home companion care organization for senior citizens, and a small publishing company called BookFish Books. With the exception of my husband, and my Great Dane, I don't get a lot of interaction with the public. When I go out to the gym or to dinner, or even if I have a meeting with a new client or an existing one, there's that moment where I have to switch off the introvert button and initiate the social butterfly button. That's not only hard to do sometimes but its also stressful.
Let's say I have a huge meeting, a luncheon, or a party to go to. My girl reflex kicks in and I start overthinking everything. Like, I've been living in my pajamas for a month. What if all my clothes are out of style now and I end up walking into a room of women who are dressed all modern and sexy, and I look like I came to collect everyone's overdue library books? What if I'm fatter than everybody else? That's it. I'm not eating anything when I get there. This way of thinking usually hits me when I'm standing in front of the closet, fresh from the shower, wearing my towel and chewing on my bottom lip that's really starting to quiver. My husband knows me, so he knows I'm about half a second from tears, and in about two minutes I'm going to come up with some lame excuse as to why I can't go to the meeting, party, or whatever. So, I call my best friend of twenty years and she tells me to stop being an bitch baby. Almost every single woman scheduled to be at the event are probably standing in front of their own closets, freaking out over the same damn things, right this minute. Then she tells me not to wear the light grey pants I wore six months ago to the senior networking thingy. They did nothing for my ass, and kind of showed a little bit of cellulite. Gah! I need to burn those pants and look into an elliptical for the home gym. We're still in the planning stages. After that she tells not to ramble. I do that sometimes when I'm nervous. I then tell her I think her face is stupid. She then tells me she has thought my face was stupid a lot longer than I have felt that way about her face, and the whole damn conversation just heads to kindergarten. My husband steps in to remind me that I have to get ready for whatever we're going to. We exchange I love you's right before we hang up on each other.
It's a perfectly dysfunctional relationship and I wouldn't trade it for the world, but it's not for the faint of heart.
Here's the thing...true friendship is hard. You have to be willing to be totally honest with another person, bare your soul, share all your dark secrets, and accept each other no matter what. That's loving unconditionally. With that being said, you also have to be able to take all that honesty for what it can be...hard love. If I love you, I love you hard. If we're friends and you ask for my opinion you're going to get it. My response may not be what you want to hear. It may piss you off. It may hurt your feelings, but to me, sparing your feelings by giving you a load of crap would be dishonest, not real, enabling, and possibly setting you up for an even bigger heartbreak. That's not being a very good friend. A good friend tells you the hard stuff, but also encourages you, believes in you, and supports you...even if or when you turn to the Grimoire for that perfect ball shrinking spell for your ex. And you're really not into spell casting. She or he will still help you set up the perfect circle for spell casting. They'll even bring extra candles. It's what friends do. We should all be leery of friends who spare our feelings. Sure, there's a nice way to say things. I'm an epic failure at this sometimes, but a true friend knows your heart and they know what you mean and vise versa. True friendship is all about trust and knowing that the other person is always looking out for you. I don't think we get the opportunity to have very many true friends in this lifetime, but if you just end up with one of them, I'd say you were pretty lucky...blessed even.
Don't forget to check out The Razia Series. You can pre-order it here.
If you'd like to look me up, you can find me on my badly neglected blog here.
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Until next time...
A power as old as King Solomon awakens when a seventeen-year-old girl marks the brooding hot abductor ordered to seize her.
Addie Heaton’s not your average high school student. Orphaned at two, she’s spent most of her life reading the emotions of others. It’s a little trick she likes to call color-vision. But lately, a stranger has been trailing her, putting off shades of black and red—colors Addie hasn’t seen since the night her parents were killed—colors Addie never wanted to see again.
But when Addie comes face to face with Conal Reed, owner of the terrifying shades, she learns her stranger’s a little different too. He’s brooding hot, mysterious, and all too elusive. Conal loves to materialize, and then vanish at all the wrong times. Nice.
Not.
After years of keeping her ability a secret, Addie’s found another person with gifts, someone who may know what she really is. But Conal’s not talking. He’s having more fun showing up uninvited, teasing her senses, and disappearing at all the wrong times. Instead of finding answers, Addie finds herself reconsidering ever being alone and naked again.
T.C. Mckee grew up in small town Virginia and decided to stick around. After several adventures and a few misadventures, she decided to follow her dreams and write a book. While penning The Bone Treaty, she opened two small businesses, one of which has nothing at all to do with writing, and the other which has everything to do with writing. Owner of BookFish Books, a small publisher of middle grade, young adult, and now new adult, T.C. Mckee hopes to help other authors achieve publication and follow their dreams. She drinks too much coffee, checks on her grown daughters, says the most random things, and gladly shares her space with a doting husband, and one incredibly needy Great Dane.
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