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I'm Susan K. Droney and I write in several genres: children's books, mainstream fiction, thrillers, mysteries, and sensual/erotic romances. I am published by Torrid Books, World Castle Publishing, and Devine Destinies. Please click on the book covers or visit my website at: http://susandroney.com to read reviews, excerpts or to order my books.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

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. 


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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Thursday, April 17, 2014


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.     

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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.


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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Tuesday, April 01, 2014

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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