Bring a fire extinguisher
and some spare undies...
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It may have taken her over 30 years to find her passion, but Aria Wyatt isn’t looking back. She replaced years of telling herself that she didn’t have the time to write, with a “make time” philosophy and has never been happier. A community pharmacist for over a decade, Aria spends the (what some might deem inhumane) predawn hours with a cup of coffee and her laptop, gleefully indulging in her craft. A pharmacist who writes contemporary romance? Sure, why not? Aria’s novels range in heat from steamy to scorching, and she gets off on fanning the flames.
Aria resides with her husband and two children in New York’s picturesque Hudson Valley, near the Catskills and iconic Woodstock. The avid reader attempts to balance marriage, motherhood, her career, and her dream. When not writing, she dabbles in photography, using the natural beauty of the region to her advantage. She cannot live without coffee, chocolate, music & books.
Aria is a member of the Kiss of Death, Passionate Ink, Capital Region Romance Writers, and From the Heart Romance Writers chapters of the Romance Writers of America. Author of The Compass Series, she has a soft spot for those who are searching, yearning and ultimately, finding. Whether on a mission to find themselves, find love, find forgiveness or solace, she believes the answer is out there somewhere.
"Look closer, search harder... Find it..."
Hey, diddle, diddle,
I’m stuck in the middle,
At a crossroads of fear and courage.
The future is blurry, my path unknown.
I’m plagued by rejection that’s mostly my own.
Do I retreat, or surrender to worry?
Do I let the fear take me?
Punish me, break me?
Accept defeat before the battle’s begun?
Will doubt be the victor?
Or do I defy it?
If I seek, can I find it?
The strength that I know lies within.
Can I believe it, reach and achieve it,
this dream of who I can become?
I know if I trust it, nurture and love it,
This passion will bring me to life.
If I try, I’ll succeed, because I’ll listen, take heed,
of the stories that weave through my mind.
Because I’ve finally found it,
I’m flying, yet grounded.
No direction confounded;
the answer is suddenly clear.
The future is mine, and I’m ready to make it,
seize it and take it.
At times, yes, I’ll fake it,
but the battle’s already been won.
A dream, once a spark, a flicker,
fueled by hope, it’s becoming much bigger.
Passion’s to blame, but this tinder caught flame,
and I’ll do what I can to keep burning.
Because I’m tired of wishing,
wanting and yearning.
I’m done with waiting my turn.
I’m ready to light this, stoke it, ignite this,
it’s finally my chance to burn.
So, let the inferno engulf me, my wildfire rage.
Because I’m done being smothered,
I’m done being caged.
This time, I won’t let myself stop this.
I won’t extinguish this, douse this, or block this.
I won’t let my fears contain me.
And I won’t let my doubts restrain me.
I promise to believe, just a little,
that I’ll go further, and I’ll surpass the middle.
This time, there’s traction for distance.
This time, I won’t be the resistance.
I’ll reduce mediocrity to ashes.
I’ll leave status quo in the dust.
I’ll feed this fire, this passion, this hunger.
My dreams will be fueled by this lust.
It will be different this side of the middle.
I promise, this time, it will change.
I’ll reach further, push harder, burn hotter.
Now, I’m finally fanning the flames…
Just a little…
Come burn with me
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