Monday, 18 April 2011

Where Have All the Heroes Gone?

Today we have author Trinity Blacio with us. She's one of Ravenous Romance's top-selling authors of paranormal menage novels with her 5th book due out this month in her Running in Fear Series. She's joining us this April Monday to rant about how everyone wants something for nothing and that it seems real men have vanished from the planet.


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I’m going to rant about today’s values. I’m so sick of hearing children, teenagers, and adults whining. I’ve been taught if you want something then you work for it. At the age of fifteen, I started working full time while going to school. Ever since then I’ve worked, but do we see that today? Very seldom. We see kids and adults expecting society to just give them what they think they deserve.

“Mom, Greg has an iPhone, so will you buy me one?”

“Excuse me, do you know how much those phones cost?”

“How much money do you have? Did you get paid today?” my son asked.

“It’s none of your business if I got paid or not. You want an iPhone? Then start working and save up for it!”

“But Mom it will take too long! I want it now!”

Son stomps upstairs and slams his bedroom door.

Ha! Mom has a hammer and a screwdriver. She takes the door off the bedroom. “Now try and slam the damn door!”

I remember when all a father had to do was look at me in that stern way and I’d know I was in for it. I even see adults disrespecting their own parents! If anyone—and I mean anyone—did this to my mother, they would either be dead or limping!

Our society has become too lazy; everyone is trying to sue somebody for a quick buck. Sure it’s tough to find a job out there. Believe me, I know. It took my husband two years to find employment, but he found a job that he likes. Sure, there were times he just wanted to give up, but he didn’t.

Then I see women today having all these kids and they can’t even take care of the one or two they already have. I have two such boys that come to my home every weekend, both calling me Mom, because their mothers do nothing for their sons. One is even abusive to her boy. He cries when he has to leave my place to go home, but I can only do so much. Yes, Children Services has been called and they are aware of the situation.

However, I do think my husband should take some lessons when it comes taking care of me, his wife.

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My husband and I will usually schedule doctor appointments together so we can make one trip. Well, we were both sick, so I scheduled the appointment. It turned out he had a slight cold while I had full-blown pneumonia. The doctor wanted to put me in the hospital, but with one look at my husband she knew that wasn’t going to happen.

Sure enough, the doctor gave me two breathing treatments, two shots in the ass, and then sent me home with meds and instructions to go right to bed. Once at home, I get into my PJ’s to relax, but the husband decides to go get drunk! Do you believe that! God, I was so pissed. He left me to take care of the kids alone while he went off to act like a conceited jerk. Needless to say, all hell broke loose at home that night. No sleep, of course, but boy did I get even.

I’m tired of doing everything! I cook, clean, used to work two jobs while the husband was looking for employment, and I took care of the kids, Photobucketpaid the bills and made sure everyone else’s needs were met before my own. But do you think if I become sick that someone would step up to help me? No! I get yelled at for lying down. Moms aren’t allowed to get sick. Excuse me, but where are the men who used to take care of the bills and their wives? Where are the modern-day heroes, who will hold her when she’s sick, defending her if someone attacks her character? Now, I’m not saying all men are like this. As a matter of fact, I’ve seen many women do the same thing, and it drives me crazy. You married him, so stick up for the guy!

If you have a man or a woman who does this for you, hang on to him or her, because such partners are rare nowadays! I hate to ask, but where are the John Waynes and June Cleavers of the past? I guess that’s why I always make my men alphas in my romance novels.

Trinity Blacio

http://trinityblacio.com

Blurb for Running in Fear: Cupid's Venom

Six years of living in a cell sure can be hell on a girl. Not to mention the fact that Cecil Windstream was only sixteen years old when her family was taken away to be experimented on. After escaping, all Cecil wanted to do was die, but unfortunately the snake DNA that had been injected into her wouldn’t let her die, and either will her mates.

Tug Brimstone was an alpha wolf by nature, but even he wasn’t as powerful as his Remi LeBlathe, their true alpha. Happy to be the new head master in their jointly owned BDSM nightclub, Tug wasn’t looking for anyone, but fate had another plan for him. In less than two days, he finds he has three mates, two who are part snake and wolf, and now he’s tempting fate by injecting snake DNA into his own body so he can mate with them.

Rory Sherwood is mate to Tug Brimstone, Clayton Glands, and Cecil Windstream. How can one tiny female who has been beaten, experimented on, and is a virgin overwhelm him to the point where he forgets his own name, let alone seriously changing his DNA, just so he can mate with her?

Clayton Glands, the muscle behind the National Council of Wolf shifters, has hidden a family secret all his life, but in less than twenty-four hours he has found his mates, exposed his secret, and gained a son.

In a one-week time span, three alpha males Tug, Rory, and Clayton must protect their female from the scientists Cecil had escaped. Not only is her life in danger, but also her son’s, and the future of every shifter around. The war against good and evil is coming to a head and their journey is just part of the story to come.


For more about Trinity's series go HERE.

10 comments:

Faith said...

I sympathize, Trin. I remember having a 5, 6, and a 7 year old and a 6-month-old baby on Thanksgiving Day and being so sick I could barely sit up let alone stand.

I felt horrible a coupla days before, but when T-Day arrived, I was running a high fever, shaking, and hurt so bad I couldn't stand it. I still managed to put T-Day dinner on the table---without any help from the husband (now my ex) at the time.

After our guests left, I became even sicker. The ex laid down on the couch and went to sleep, snoring up a storm. I tried half a dozen times to get him up to help me with the baby, and he absolutely refused. "They'll take care of themselves," he said. "Go lie down."

Oh really? A six-month old baby can take car of herself???

I was to the point where I was crawling on my hands and knees to go to the bathroom.

Finally, the baby went to sleep around 9PM, I asked the older three to put themselves in bed because Mommy was sick, and I left the a-hole ex on the couch.

I told him the next day that I was really hurt by his lack of compassion and love and he laughed about it

A hero is he not.

trinity said...

He's not as bad as he was. At least he's given up the drinking so that helps a lot and now with him working he seems more focused. I just keep my fingers crossed.
Thanks Trinity

Lark LaTroy said...

Okay, I can understand your resentment, it is well placed. So, I'll give you the happy story, that not all heroes are dead.

I married Sweetie at the age of 23. I had screwed up, big time. No degree, no real career, I thought security guard was a real job. Our son was born 2 years later. We tried the "Mr. Mom" route, it failed. So, what's a father and husband to do?

Enlist in the US Coast Guard, that's what. Steady income, hard work, housing assistance, medical benefits, (not the best mind you) and education. Hell, I was educated on two fronts, normal, regular, "you need to learn this" education. Then there were the storms, and the real world danger that I might die doing that job. I grew up, very fast.

8 years we lived that way, and they actually became the best 8 years of our marriage. I developed a great career in IT, one I still work to this day. But the need to step up and be the support network struck again, with her ailing father.

For 14 years I provided financial, physical, emotional and moral support to my Sweetie, as she busted her ass being his primary care giver. It was me that rented the private ambulance airplane that flew him from Seattle to Phoenix. I put him up in my house, bought the supplies and tools needed to help support him. When the time came and he needed a scooter to get around on, he made the down payment, I paid it off.

No, the house was not perfectly clean, in fact it went to hell. I still had to work, she had to work. Our son even worked to help take care of his grandfather. The house took a back seat to an old mans life. When the end drew near, it was me standing up to the old mans only son, who had done nothing but find ways to mooch of the old man. A son that accused my wife of committing felonies while caring for her dad, and only was interested in dad's life insurance money. (Yeah, he's a shit)

When dad died, I stood beside my wife and son, let them hold me for as long as they needed, and gave them the space to heal. I worked, my job and on the house. I went through more layoffs than I care to count during those years, and I kept fighting for work.

I have a family to take care of. It has never been about me, it is all about us. We either work together, or we fail together. So yeah, when I'm on-call, beat, and not feeling like doing much, I clean the kitchen, do the dishes, mop the floor, and catch up the laundry. Why? Because she is busy with other projects, and can't do it all.

We're partners, that means we work together, no matter what.

trinity said...

Lark love your story gives me hope. I look at my son and I'm so afraid at some of the traits he's picking up from his father. I keep trying to explain and show him the difference to right and wrong. So maybe I'm doing something right we'll see when he's older.
Thank you for the lovely story your partner is truly blessed.

Anthology Authors said...

I get it, Trinity. Sometimes, Charlie upsets me that way. He will wash dishes and vacuum. He plays with DD, and loves her like you wouldn't believe. Most evenings, he gets her showered and ready for bed. He's also very supportive of my publishing houses. (Often more proud than I am of what I've accomplished. Me? I just think I need to do more. LOL) But when I am sick? (sigh) I still have to haul my aching butt out of bed, make breakfast, and walk the child to school. However, Charlie is a great provider and a hard worker. I am lucky that way.

Faith said...

Lark, I agree with Trin that you and Sweetie are really blessed to have one another.

Marci, I just don't get why men won't help us when we're ill. Well, lemme rephrase that, most men. My hubby is a gem. When I was so sick the last 2 1/2 weeks, he was a doll when he was home at night. And believe it or not, he even washed dishes two nights. I was in shock, lol, but very appreciative regardless. He does about 80% of the cooking too on a regular basis. I have a fantastic fella this time!

KarennaC said...

Trinity, sorry you have to deal with that kind of thing. I just celebrated my first anniversary with my "real life romance hero" husband, who does all the things you mention. But my first husband was... well, I'm not going there. Let's just say there were a lot of reasons I left him.

trinity said...

Marci, Faith with my husband I almost think it's jealousy. I don't know why it's like he's jealous if I get attention when I'm sick. It makes no sense to me. So I keep my pains, sorrows locked up in me. Well unless they get real bad then I shout at Faith! She's real good at listening and yelling right back. :)
Trinity

Faith said...

On the flip side I hate it when I see a really sweet guy (like my oldest boy) who seems to attract one gold digger after another who takes him for all he's worth.

Am I the only one who gnashes my teeth over women like that?

trinity said...

Karenna I'm happy for you! Maybe one day I'll have the same thing. We'll just have to wait and see.
Trinity