Happy New Year!

Wishing everyone a very Happy New Year!

Susan

New Children's Book Release!

The Adventures Of Angel contains eight stories about an adorable, but curious bunny named Angel.

Angel's New Friends

Angel goes exploring into the forbidden forest, ocean, and farm in search of new friends.

Angel's Band

Angel and her friends decide to form a band using objects found around the farm for their instruments.

Angel And The Watchdog

Angel meets Farmer Zack's watchdog-in-training in a most unusual way.

Angel's Wish

Angel is saddened by the illness of one of her friends.

Angel's Parade

Angel and her friends decide to have a parade for their families.

A Secret For Angel

Angel is sad because her friends don't want to play with her, but is pleasantly surprised when she finds out the reason. 

Angel's Glasses

When Angel starts bumping into things her mother decides it's time to take a trip to the eye doctor.

Angel's New Sister

Angel is upset when her mother tells her that soon a new baby sister will be arriving.

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Revenge!

I'm thrilled to announce that Revenge is now available from Devine Destinies!

Jackson Bridges, released from a court-ordered, two-year stay at a psychiatric hospital for a brutal attack on his wife, blames his ex-wife Zoey's mother for putting him there in the first place. His own domineering mother who controls every aspect of his and his two older brothers' lives compounds his bitterness.

Christine Westmiller has spent the past two years taking care of her daughter Zoey who fell into a coma after a brutal attack by her husband Jackson Bridges. When she learns that her former son-in-law has been released from the psychiatric hospital, she is bitter and has trouble coping with her emotions.

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Heart's On Fire has a brand new cover!

When Brianna Jackson pays a long overdue visit to her Aunt Emily to heal from her broken engagement, the last thing she expects is to fall in love with her Aunt's new sexy gardener Chandler Russell. As the passion heats up between Brianna and Chandler, her aunt fears Brianna's reaction if she finds out about Chandler and her beloved "adopted" Aunt Jo's past steamy love affair.

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Weekend Swap

Tyler Thornton convinces her strait-laced best friend Kay Reagan to swap husbands to add some excitement to their sex lives, or in Kay's case, to show her what she's been missing. What Tyler doesn't know is the deep dark fantasy that Kay has been harboring for years.

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"Touchdown!" Will Thornton's voice carried from the living room to the kitchen where his wife Tyler sat sipping coffee with her best friend Kay Reagan.

"It's too bad he can't score a touchdown in the bedroom," Tyler mumbled.

Kay giggled. "You're terrible, Tee. How can you say that with those rippling muscles and tight ass? I've envied you for years. He's every woman's fantasy."

"I don't believe you," Tee replied with a touch of laughter in her voice. "You've been fantasizing about Will?"

"I would never have said anything if we weren't so close and I knew you wouldn't be jealous. But you are lucky. Take it as a compliment."

"I do, but trust me, your fantasies are probably better than reality."

She lifted an eyebrow. "Maybe you're in a rut."

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Christmas Dreams and The Fix-It Man

Christmas Dreams

Morgan and Davis have been best friends since they were children and even Davis' move to Maine didn't affect their deep friendship. When Morgan's relationship with her fiancee falls apart, at Davis' urging, she moves to Maine to make a fresh start. She soon realizes that her feelings for Davis run much deeper than friendship.

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A gentle hand touched her shoulder causing her to jump. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you." Davis laughed. 

Morgan grinned up at him. "This is a great party. I'm glad I came."

"Thanks." His eyebrows knitted together. "There are a couple of guys interested in getting to know you. What do you think? Are you ready to start dating again?"

She frowned. "I'm sure they're nice, but I'm just not ready, Davis."

He nodded. "I figured as much, sweetie, so I let them down gently. But you do look hot tonight. Dressing like that, what do you expect a guy to do?"

She knew she was attractive, but she wasn't vain. Her blond hair was shoulder length, eyes green and she had a good figure. She was wearing a tight black skirt, pink blouse and heels. "What would I do without you?" 

"You'll never find out," he said as he pulled her to her feet. "Would you like to dance?"

She smiled, looking at the dance floor. "I don't think another couple could squeeze in."


The Fix-It Man

When Madison meets the new maintenance man, she uncharacteristically tries to seduce him. When her efforts backfire, she thinks she doesn"t stand a chance until he comes knocking on her door.

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Lucy blushed. Her pretty face turned a bright shade of pink. "Hey, I'm free and single."

"We know," Madison said with a wink to Gwen. Lucy's sexual escapades were notorious, at least to Madison and Gwen. She had a voracious sexual appetite and loved sharing the intimate details of her encounters. If they weren't so fond of Lucy they might have been appalled. But her recreational sex didn't label her a slut in their minds. 

Madison had lived in Tarvan Towers for a year before Gwen and her husband Kyle moved in. Lucy moved in two years ago. Her bubbly friendly personality was what had attracted them to her. Madison lived a solitary life and dated little. Gwen's free time was spent doting on Kyle unless he was away on a business trip. That's how she'd first met Gwen. They'd been doing laundry and had begun chatting. When Lucy moved in she knocked on both their doors insisting that she liked to know the neighbors living on either side of her. Ever since the three had become instant friends.

The elevator stopped and the three women stepped off. Lucy continued babbling all the way to the parking garage. "I swear he was only in the storage room for ten minutes before he was inside me."

Madison's face flushed. "Sorry, Luce, but I like to know the man I'm sleeping with." 

"Come on, Maddy, how long has it been since you've had any?" 

Too long. But Madison wasn't about to share that fact with Lucy.

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Hidden Desires

When Sage Ralston takes a job at Boylston Electronics, she soon finds out that her job is more than she bargained for. Under the guise of assistant to the company's owner Charles Boylston, she has actually been hired to spy on her fellow employees. As Sage tries to determine who is sabotaging the company, all evidence points to Connor Michaels who works in the research lab. After getting to know Connor, Sage has her doubts that Connor is the person leaking information about the company and joins forces with the woman to find out who the real culprit is.


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Charles drew the curtains in his study, shutting out the brilliant sunlight spilling into the room. His mood was dark and he intended to keep it that way...at least for a little while. Sage Ralston unsettled him. Had he made the right decision by threatening her when she mentioned quitting? Since the conversation, she'd grown distant. She completed the tasks set before her, but he sensed he didn't have her full loyalty.

He sat in the large leather chair next to his fireplace. He loved this room and it was where he spent the majority of his time when he wasn't holed up in his office. Most of the rooms went unused. The only time they were entered, was when his housekeeper and cook Wanda Miller cleaned. He only used her culinary expertise when he entertained, but he paid her well to be at his beck and call.

He'd purchased this house the same day he bought the building for his company. He'd gotten both at a fraction of their true value. Working long hours with the top designers and architects had restored the mansion and office complex to their original beauty. Buffalo had proven to be the opportune city to settle down in and offered him almost everything he wanted at a much reduced price. He loved the city and had spent hours visiting the art galleries and museums, but most of all Niagara Falls. Connor loved the theater district and they'd spent many enjoyable nights having dinner and seeing the latest plays.

He inhaled sharply at the memory of Connor and him returning here after a night on the town, tearing one another's clothes off as they rushed to his bedroom, where they'd made love for hours. He'd loved the lingerie Connor wore and how she'd seductively run her hands up her stocking-clad legs, teasing and tantalizing him with her bedroom eyes and sultry voice. He'd nuzzled her neck, loving the light scent of her perfume as he'd tied her wrists to the bedposts. With her lying there spread eagle, innocent and trusting, he'd become the master of her body and he'd come alive with the power he'd lorded over her. 

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Cabin Fever

When Kayla North's car is run off the road during a blizzard, she begins walking down an unfamiliar desolate back country road hoping to find shelter from the worsening storm. Later she awakens naked in a strange bed wondering how she got there. The door slowly opens and Kayla sees a handsome stranger looking at her. Something about him seems oddly familiar, but she is certain she's never met him before.

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Kayla slowly opened her eyes. She was warm. She wiggled her toes, relieved that she could feel them again. Where was she and how did she get here? The last thing she remembered was being out in the storm and falling. And being colder than she had ever been before. She glanced around the cozy room. A fire was crackling merrily in a fireplace, a heavy comforter was tucked around her, and a fluffy pillow placed under her head. She breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that she hadn't frozen to death, and thankful to whomever had rescued her and brought her here. She tried to pull herself to a sitting position, but a jabbing pain between her eyes forced her to settle back against the pillow. 

"Hello," she called.

Seconds later a tall muscular form appeared in the door-way. He hurried to the bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"You found me?"

He nodded. "I was worried about you. You'd lost consciousness."

"Why didn't you take me to a hospital?" 

He laughed. "We're snowed in, and besides, the nearest hospital is about forty-five minutes away in good weather. Thank God you weren't seriously injured or I don't know what I would have done. It could be days before the roads here are plowed. I'm just grateful that I found you when I did."

"Days?" 

"Maybe weeks, but don't worry, I've got plenty of fire-wood and food."

Kayla raised an eyebrow. "I've got to get out of here. You managed to find me so you can get me to town...it's only a few miles from where I went into the ditch."

He laughed again. "There's already over three feet of snow and more coming. We're in the middle of a full-blown blizzard. We'll be snowed in here for a while so you may as well get used to it. It could be worse. At least I have heat and plenty of food."

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Hearts On Fire

When Brianna Jackson pays a long overdue visit to her Aunt Emily to heal from her broken engagement, the last thing she expects is to fall in love with her Aunt's new sexy gardener Chandler Russell. As the passion heats up between Brianna and Chandler, her Aunt fears Brianna's reaction if she finds out about Chandler and her beloved 'adopted' Aunt Jo's past steamy love affair.

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"Hello, Chandler," a soft sultry voice greeted him.

He stood up, turning in the direction of the voice. Josephine Winslow sat temptingly in a chair under a huge umbrella topped table. She looked like a southern belle holding a fan with her long, slender fingers. She delicately moved the fan back and forth in front of her face. She'd once told him that she'd been born and raised near New Orleans, but her late husband had brought her to the East Coast and she'd fallen in love with the change in climate and especially the snow.

He smiled. "I'm surprised to see you out here this time of day with the heat and all. It feels like a hundred." 

She coyly batted her heavily made-up eyes at him as she seductively ran her fingertips down the side of the tall iced tea glass. "I hear it's even going to get hotter." She touched her moist fingertips to her lips as she continued to fan herself.

"That's what I hear."


She crossed her long slender legs, giving him an ample view of her thigh. "Why don't you have a nice cool drink?"

"Thanks. Maybe later."

"Suit yourself." She stood up. "You're welcome to come inside and take a nice long shower to cool off when you're finished."

Chandler nodded, pushing his damp, curly, dark brown hair from his brow. "I believe I just might take you up on your offer."

"By the way, the flowers look beautiful. You have quite a magic touch."

"Thank you," he said, ignoring her obvious innuendo. 

"See you inside later then." She flashed a radiant smile.

He intended to give her what she really wanted. She was one hot woman. She must have been something in her day, he thought. He licked his lips. She looked more than twenty years younger than her true age of fifty, with her firm trim figure and a beautiful face that showed no signs of aging. Nothing was taboo with her when it involved sex, and aside from her physical beauty, that was another of her finest assets--at least in his eyes. She expected nothing more from him and had made it perfectly clear from the beginning that theirs was only a sexual relationship with no ties or commitments.


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The Cats-Kill

When Matt Rogers brings his young wife Peggy home to his New England hometown, no one suspects the tortured past she is escaping from ... not even Matt. After a series of murders, the local sheriff and a Boston investigator scrutinize the brutal crimes targeting the Rogers family. Although the evidence points to Peggy, Matt refuses to believe she's responsible.

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Matt Rogers sat at his kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee and watching a breeze gently lift the red and white checkered curtains on the window. It was an unusually warm evening for early May. He stood up and set his coffee cup in the sink when an explosion rattled the pictures on the wall. Sirens sounded in the distance. 

"What the hell was that?" he asked, turning toward his wife.

"Probably kids setting off firecrackers," Peggy replied. She glanced at her wristwatch. It was exactly nine o'clock.

"It didn't sound like firecrackers to me. Something exploded," he said.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Don't worry, honey. At least we're safe." She washed the coffee cup, then set it on the drainer. "Would you like to watch TV or go to a movie? There's a good mystery playing this week. It doesn't start until ten. We could get a sitter," she asked hopefully.

"Peggy, I'm too tired tonight. Besides I don't like to do things on the spur of the moment. You know that."


"I'm sorry. I just thought that maybe for once in your life you might want to do something spontaneous instead of mapping your life out minute by minute. Next time I'll ask you a month in advance so you can pencil it into your schedule."

Matt laughed at her sarcasm. "I'm sorry, honey." He put an arm around her slim waist. "We'll do something special tomorrow night. I already have it penciled in."

Peggy turned around and nestled her face against his broad chest. The ringing of the phone invaded the privacy of their moment.

"I'll get it," Matt said.

Peggy finished straightening the kitchen, ignoring her husband's phone conversation. She heard him hang up and turned to him. He was ashen-faced, trembling.

"Matt ... what's wrong?" she asked anxiously.

"It's Mom," he choked. "Her house just blew up. That's the explosion we heard. Neal was on the phone. She'd been to his house for dinner and he had just taken her home." He shook his head in disbelief. "Neal left only half an hour ago. He said he didn't notice anything unusual." Matt blinked hard. "I've got to get over there," he said hoarsely.

"No, honey," she said grabbing his arm. "There's nothing you can do."


He stared into her eyes. "My mother has just been killed. Do you understand that?" He took his jacket from the coat rack. "I'll be back when I can."

Peggy hugged him. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. She suppressed the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'll wait up for you."

He nodded and walked out of the house.

Peggy watched him leave, then walked upstairs and into her daughter's bedroom. She gently caressed her sleeping child's cheek and tucked a blanket around her. Yesterday Amanda Sue celebrated her first birthday. Peggy smiled as she bent and kissed Amanda Sue's warm face. "I love you, baby. Have pleasant dreams," she said softly.

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Silent Dreams

Blaine Kirsten unwittingly gets pulled into a prostitution ring when her best friend, Kami Matthews, introduces her to Josh Barnes. When Blaine refuses to become a part of his operation, she faces brutal consequences.

Detectives Jane Adams and Casey Jorgan are assigned to the case. Almost immediately, Casey finds herself unable to separate her personal emotions from this case, which jeopardizes her career.


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Kami Matthews gazed out of the grimy window watching the day slowly fade into dusk. She turned her blonde head and glanced at the clock on the stained wall. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "I didn't realize it was so late! I've got to get out of here." She gave her friend a quick hug. "Don't worry," she said brightly. "Everything will work out. You'll see. Be thankful that nothing worse happened."

"I guess so," Blaine Kirsten mumbled, staring down at her faded jeans. "I wish you could stay a little longer, though." She raised her eyes to Kami's "Please?" she pleaded. "I ... I don't want to be alone. I'm scared, Kami. Please stay for just another hour." She twisted her hands together.

Kami's eyes clouded. "I'm sorry, Blaine, but I really do have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, I promise," she said, moving to the door. She laid her hand on the doorknob, and then turned to Blaine. "It'll be all right. You worry too much." She patted Blaine's shoulder. "Try to get some rest now and I'll bet that things won't look so bad tomorrow."

"I hope so, but I doubt it," Blaine slowly answered as Kami opened the door then slipped into the darkened hallway. "I'm scared," she repeated.


"You need some sleep. Lock up behind me." She looked into her friend's frightened eyes, guilt washing over her. "I'll give you a call later. I promise."

Blaine nodded then silently closed the door.

Kami leaned against the closed door for a few seconds debating whether she should go back inside to comfort Blaine. She hated leaving her in the emotional state she was in, but she had to get home as soon as possible. She'd already been gone longer than she should have. "Damn you, Josh," she mumbled under her breath.
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The Stalker

Jeremy Talbot is a lonely, troubled young man whose only friends are the demon voices he hears in his mind. His obsession with a young woman named Rebecca Walker leads him on a murderous rampage as he tries in vain to win her love and prove that the demons are wrong when they taunt him, declaring that she doesn't care for him.

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He watched from the window, the same streaked window from which he watched every morning. He'd been watching her for ten long years. He licked his lips in anticipation; his heart thudded irregularly in his chest just like it did every time he knew he would be seeing her. He moved the curtain slightly to get a better view.

She was coming, and his heart raced. She bounded out of her door, hands tightly gripping those of her ruddy-cheeked, carrot topped twin boys. He wished he could hear what she was saying, just as he wished it were he whom she was smiling at and talking to. The children continued looking at her, laughter in their bright eyes as their cherub faces smiled while she talked.

How he longed to hear her voice speaking to him again, but it was only etched in his memory forever. He watched as her boys scurried onto their school bus. She smiled and waved even long after the bus was out of view. How he ached for her all these seemingly endless, lonely years. Being apart from her angered him and brought the demons closer to the surface, forcing him to lurk even further in the shadows. The shadows were his only solace, where he could watch her with no one telling him it was wrong or that he was a freak. Time was passing quickly, much too quickly. He had to make a move. The time was nearing for him to come out of the shadows and finally claim her for his own. 

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Over The Edge

Maggie Allen's world of corporate money and power comes crashing down after she is taken in by a man who is only out to use her for his own gain.  When she is released from a short stint in prison, she refuses to give up even though no one will give her a second chance.  She loses everything she's worked for and is forced to move to the other side of town where she is determined to make a new life for herself.  Her life would be perfect if it wasn't for Brant Evans, a corrupt police officer, who makes it a point to constantly remind her about her past and all that she has lost.  She can't understand his vendetta against her, but she refuses to be intimidated by him and is not afraid to stand up to him no matter the consequences. 

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Maggie Allen stood behind the counter eyeing the customers beginning to fill the booths. She grabbed her order pad and a pencil. A familiar couple seated themselves in her station. Inwardly, she seethed with anger as she watched them, but outwardly, she was bright and cheerful. She hated having to put on a false front, but knew it was a requisite of the job to treat all of her customers with friendliness, even those she couldn't stomach. 

"Hi, Brant. Janna," she said in the cheeriest voice she could muster. She flipped the order pad to a clean page. "What can I get you two?"

"Coffee. Hon?" The man nodded toward the beautiful petite blond at his side.

"The same." She smiled at Maggie. "Did you hear about our new house?"

Maggie looked into her sparkling baby blue eyes. "Yes, I hear it's quite a showplace." She forced a tight smile. She'd give anything to be called away from their table instead of enduring their phony attempts at friendliness. They were up to something. That she was sure of.

"You and Chris should come over some night for dinner and we'll give you the grand tour," Janna gushed, dramatically throwing her arms up in a flamboyant gesture. "It's like a palace!" She gripped Brant's arm. "We never dreamed it would be so beautiful! Did we, honey?"

Brant smiled keeping his eyes glued on Maggie, but Maggie knew he was hoping for some reaction from her.

"Promise me that you'll visit very soon," Janna continued.


"Thanks, Janna," Maggie said with the same tight smile. Now she was certain that the invitation was given only for Brant's satisfaction. There had to be an ulterior motive behind it. Any gesture of kindness from those two usually came with a high price.

She looked at Brant, but his finely chiseled face gave her no clue as his steely gray eyes peered back at her with a rigid and pretentious smile on his lips. He reminded her of a Drill Sergeant.

"I'll get your coffee," she said, breaking Brant's penetrating gaze. She returned a couple of minutes later with their beverages. She set the cups on the table, and then made a hasty departure.

As she waited on customers, she occasionally stole glances at Janna and Brant. They had no intention of following up on the invitation; it was just another slap in the face to let her know that they had money, success, and power. Their new house was one more bitter reminder to her of all that she had lost. They infuriated her and their only purpose for ever stopping in the diner was to rub her nose in it. She looked disgustedly at them in their designer clothes amid the regulars who were usually clad in jeans and tee shirts.

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Happy Easter!

I hope everyone has a beautiful Easter!

Susan

Weather

The week started out sunny, bright, and very warm. I was hoping to get a head start on preparing my garden, but a sudden drop in temperatures nixed my plans. I've widened the garden this year, so I should be able to plant many more veggies. I just hope it warms up soon.

I've always done some of my best plotting for my stories while gardening. Everything seems to come together while my hands are in the soil. Several ideas for new stories also come to me while I'm working, and one time I even wrote an entire play after mulling it around in my mind while my hands toiled in the soil.

Some writers are more productive in the winter, but for me, the warm weather sets my creativity on fire and my muse comes out to play.     

Twisted Lives

Detective Daniel Trevors and his partner, Ben Wilson, are hot on the trail of a murderer who appears to kill just for the pleasure of it, but they soon realize that the case is more complicated than they thought.

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Lightning streaked through the late afternoon sky, followed by ear splitting cracks of thunder. Rain pelted the lifeless form lying on the sodden ground. 

"Trevors, get over here!"

Daniel Trevors moved away from the crowd of curious onlookers that had gathered, at the same time wondering what it was about tragedies that brought people out. He motioned for two officers to relieve him, then rushed to his partner's side. "What's up, Ben? I thought you said the guy had a heart attack or something."

"Take a look at this." Ben pointed at the corpse lying face down.

Daniel squinted, then focused his eyes to where Ben was pointing. "Who in God's name would have done this?" he exclaimed, examining the puncture wounds in the man's jacket. "He must have been stabbed twenty times!" He looked at his partner. "You don't think this is connected with the other three, do you, Ben?" 

Ben Wilson shrugged his shoulders, pondering the question. "I don't know what to think, Daniel. It looks like the poor guy was ambushed from behind." Lightning flashed. Helooked up at the sky. "This storms getting worse." He looked back down at the victim. "Tell homicide to get their asses over here."

Daniel ran to the car and radioed homicide, then walked back over to his partner. "Do you think we have a serial killer on our hands, Ben?" 

Ben thoughtfully scratched his head, then looked at Daniel. "What else can we think at this point?"

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Deadly Tales

These five stories take you on a journey to the dark side of human nature and delve into the world of the unexplained. Take a journey into the dark side of human nature in The Ducks and The Ticket, then delve into the unexplained in The Stranger, I'm Waiting For You, and It's You.

The Ducks

A cruel friendless man pays the ultimate price when his wife turns the tables on him.

The Stranger

A little girl mysteriously arrives in town with a chilling message for the residents.

The Ticket

A woman who has lost everything is pushed to the brink when her rich, cold-hearted, greedy boss wins the lottery.

I'm Waiting For You

A young woman fears she is losing her mind when a beautiful mysterious presence, unseen by others, begins to follow her.

It's Me!

A woman stranded on a busy highway wonders why no stops to offer her assistance.

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Broken Promises: A New Beginning

Farrel Drake wants a normal family life for herself and her two daughters from her first marriage. She meets and marries Robert, and their two families combine. Shortly after their marriage, verbal abuse, beatings, and broken promises become an almost everyday occurrence.

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Farrel locked the bathroom door, quickly turned on the fan and the cold water tap and filled the basin. She dipped a face cloth into the cold water, then pressed the cloth against her right eye, wincing with pain as she held it there for a few minutes. She willed her mind to go blank, anything to erase the scene which had transpired less than five minutes ago. She didn't dare raise her eyes to the mirror above the sink--not yet. She needed time to think up an excuse for her latest 'accident'. 

She sighed defeatedly as she slumped to the floor, giving in to her emotions. She winced again in pain as a salty tear slid down her raw cheek. What was she going to do? Where could she go? Was it really her fault? Robert always warned her not to make him angry. He constantly reminded her that he was the head of the household and, as his wife, she was to submit to him without question. There was no middle ground.

She had no idea what had prompted his outburst this time. When he returned from work, she'd had his favorite meal on the table, the apartment was spotless, and their three teenagers were on their best behavior. 

Deep down Farrel knew Robert really didn't need a reason to abuse her. If he had a bad day at work, she was his punching bag. He relieved his frustrations through her. Sometimes he only verbally abused her, then he would question why she had no self-esteem and lovingly tell her all of her wonderful characteristics. From abuse to compliments, she'd gotten caught up in the middle and lately had begun to question her own sanity. Perhaps she really was a terrible human being.


She felt like a failure in everything she did. No wonder her friends had deserted her. Robert was her only friend. She had Robert and the kids. That was all. Her life was a mess. She had nothing to show for thirty-five years of life except a long list of failures.

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The Adventures Of Angel: Angel's New Friends

The first story in The Adventures Of Angel introduces the new friends Angel, a curious bunny, meets when she goes exploring into the forbidden forest, ocean and farm in search of new friends.

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Revenge Is Finished!

I've finally finished my novel Revenge. It's much longer than I originally thought it would be.

After I go through it one more time, I'll be sending it off to my publisher next week.

The Postmistress

I am ready to submit my short story, The Postmistress, to my publisher. This was a fun story to write. I'm going to try to fit more short stories into my writing schedule. 

Almost Completed!

My novel, Revenge, should be completed in a few weeks. It took a different turn from what I had planned, but that is the norm for me. I tried outlining in the past, but the finished book looked nothing like the outline. My characters speak loudly about what they like and don't like. In the end, they are right. It's their story and they need to tell it.

Happy First Day Of The New Year 2014!

I don't make New Year's resolutions. I used to, but found out that I rarely kept any of them. I'm a list maker! I take this time to wipe the slate clean. Projects that didn't get completed in the past year are put at the top of the list. Since life has a way of derailing even the best-laid plans, I try to give myself plenty of room. Sometimes, though, outside circumstances pull me away from my writing for much longer than expected. And sometimes there are very few distractions and I even manage to write a couple of stories that weren't even on my list. But no matter which way life takes me, in the end, almost everything gets taken care of and those that don't get moved to the next year's list.