I WILL NOT BE CENSORED!

Dear Visitor, who just may be a lovely lady on the brink of madness,


Current date: July 11, 2016

I have not been writing in this blog, because upon the release of Part Two of THE MUSLIM ROMANCE TRILOGY, Jihad Honeymoon in Hollywood; Not Without My Dogs in May of 2013, I began blogging in the webpage sold to me by my own self-publisher, Abbott Press.

As of April, 2016, www.julietmontagueauthor.com has been hastily taken down by Abbott Press.

When they received the manuscript for the final book in the trilogy, all hell broke loose in Indiana.

Please visit my Amazon author page to catch up on the vile news. After publishing Parts One and Two of the trilogy, Abbott Press "got religion" and has removed my books from print-on-demand sales. There you will find a few used editions, but the e-books are not available.

Soon to be released anew on Amazon through CreateSpace, which shall give me complete control of my work, Part Three: The Arab Sprung, While Muslims Sleep in the White House. 

www.amazon.com/author/julietmontague

Stay vigil and protect your hearts. Do not date a Muslim man, even though he graduated with honors from UCLA.

Talk soon,

Juliet

Summer Cellulite and Release of Part Two of the Trilogy

Hi, I'm Brute! 

Here comes summer and cellulite recognition. I've hidden it from myself for almost a year—until I was forced to try on green crew shorts at Target.  The mirror in the dressing room was all the way to the floor! But my old arthritic Maltese Brute guarantees me that he won't be embarrassed by my legs as long as I take him along.
Escaping once again from the shameful memory of the sociopath Muslim romance carried out secretly in my Hollywood basement, I find myself—well, heck, I drove myself up here two weeks ago—once again in  the forest of my innocent youth. I applied, was viciously interviewed by park rangers, and was given a summer job at the lake. It isn't the eight dollars an hour that enticed me, but the chance to wear an official Regional Park beige mini-ranger shirt.
It is here among the pot-bellied red necks that I hope to find romance, a final romance to cleanse me of the pretend fantasy of spiritual sexuality brought to me by my own personal Aladdin.

And I've been told I look HOT in my uniform!

Be good to yourselves.

Juliet

PS  Part Two of THE MUSLIM ROMANCE TRILOGY: Jihad Honeymoon in Hollywood; Not Without My Dogs  (The subtitle really pisses off the cat) is available for your consumption on Amazon, B&N, etc., in hard, soft, and Kindle, e-book.
Reading Parts One and Parts Two will prepare you to:

audition, audition, audition and never give up and land on General Hospital; online date wisely; drive lookie-loos up and over the Hollywood Hills and close the deal on million dollar compounds; dress for sexual success; color your own hair with professional precision—no more brown smudges on your forehead from the salon (this alone will save you $50 a month); perform your miserable stand-up story at the Comedy Store and get laughs; accurately answer the question "Is Allah the same god as Jesus's Dad?"; control your texting anger when dealing with a sociopath during heated times of national security; park your car for days at a time in Hollywood without getting a ticket; walk on eggs and keep your love life secreted from your shamed family; restore a vintage cabin in the woods on a fifty-thousand dollar budget!; and dress a carpeted basement for the best, yet the cruelest, romance you will ever shake your finger at.

January 10, 2013

It's been a long, weary year. I officially stopped crying myself to sleep over the sociopath in June, 2012, when I found myself excited over a cause! The Election Saga of 2012 swept me off my feet and took me away from my writing for too long a time. Unfortunately, the election slammed me back down onto the dirty sidewalk, but I have risen again.

I had to write it; I was destined to write it; so I did. THE YEAR I LEARNED TO TEXT; Why Am I Having Sex with a Muslim in My Basement? Thank you to my readers around the globe for cheering me on and praising my voice with no judgments.

My Muslim lover spoke of many things. One oracle of advice he spat at me: You will learn a lot from me. Ah, yes, I have; How to deal with the narcissistic personality. Do not spar with him, do not question him, do not confront him. Somehow he will always turn the tables over onto your caring heart.
Stay still, stay away, stay strong. And remember, he's not really all that cute!

The sequel is on my kitchen table waiting for instructions from my publisher. The new title: JIHAD HONEYMOON IN HOLLYWOOD; Another Sexual Romp Through the Qu'ran.

I have much to share. We women need to talk. If your girlfriends are sick and tired of your complaints about your "boyfriend," write to me. I shall take it all in with no judgments. I know the pain of stupidity, the thrill of chemical attraction, and the hope of changing an asshole!

Take care of yourself.

Juliet