Diana Golden

"Death Tried to Consume a Living Rose" Diana Golden

"Death Tried to Consume a Living Rose" talks frankly about a woman who became subjected to men who seemed right but were not right for her. These men were named Mr. Wrong whom she loved but could not let go of. The woman in "Death Tried to Consume A Living Rose" is me. Loving Mr. Wrong was the death of my love life. Just because you have not found Mr. Right does not mean you have to take junk from Mr. Wrong. I chose to write this book in order for young ladies to not only read but to also feel what this topic truly holds. I want to reveal the fullness thereof that is all ready in plain site waiting to be viewed. Coming to the world with nothing but the naked truth about the whole matter of covered up sexual common sense. Being real is not about the icing alone but the ingredients as well that cannot stand alone. Although "Death Tried to Consume a Living Rose" gives you all the dependent factors, my future book ? part two ? will conclude the whole matter with the icing being that element which made me an ?independent woman.? Again, I am that woman who decided to reform the purpose of which these sexual situations set out to destroy. They have just opened up a way for me to stand alone with no apologies in life. I have to be honest with myself. Sex opened my legs wide at an early age. My legs felt like they could open wider than the Mississippi River. As I think back about all the sex I have engaged in during this lifetime, I realize that the topic is not easy to talk about. In a very short amount of time, I have learned alot about me as my writing unfolds. I am none other than Lady Di coming out with every hidden storm in my life. "Death Tried to Consume a Living Rose" and my future publications are one of a kind. My new books will go more in depth about who, I am, where I came from and where I know my destiny is headed for the ?gold? in my possession. These books will be understood by many, misunderstood by some and out of the norm for the ones who thought they were alone in their sexual graves. I am blessed because I paid the price a long time ago to tell my story.