Excerpt Wednesday - The Adventures Of Angel – Angel's Band

"Butterfly's going to tell us how music is made," Angel eagerly said.

Piddy joined the circle.

"Uh hem." Butterfly cleared her throat. "An instrument is anything that makes a pleasant sound. Let me see." She flew around the barn, finally lighting on an old turned upside down tin cup. "Angel, tap on this."

Angel hopped over to the tin cup. She placed her hands on top and gently tapped on it.

"No, no, no," Butterfly said, flying around her in circles. "You must tap it harder."

Angel brought her hands down harder. "It doesn't sound very good, Butterfly. In fact it sounds awful!"

The others agreed.

Butterfly flew once again around the barn, finally sitting down next to an old wooden spoon. "Use this," she said.

Angel grabbed the wooden spoon and tapped lightly on the tin cup. She excitedly hopped up and down. "I made music!" she exclaimed.

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Excerpt Wednesday - The Adventures Of Angel – Angel's New Friends

"What are you doing in the forest?" Lou asked.

"I'm looking for some friends to play with." She looked around herself. "Where's everybody?"

Lou stretched. "Sleeping. That's all everybody does, is sleep."

"Want to play tag, Lou?" Angel asked.

"Sure, but you're it," he growled, tapping her on the head.

They laughed and frolicked for over an hour and ran deeper into the forest. 

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Excerpt Wednesday – Broken Promises: A New Beginning

Hours later Farrel lay in the king-sized bed she shared with her husband. She desperately wanted to fall into a deep sleep, then wake up and be assured her life was just a bad dream. The hell she was living couldn't be real because so much of her had died. Slowly over the years parts of her had passed away, victim of a long painful death. She had been
so unaware of it until one day she didn't know herself anymore. The smile and forced happiness that she showed to the world were just masks covering the person she'd become.

Her mind screamed to turn back time, but she knew that it was too late. She could never bring back the happy, fun-loving person she had once been. The past four years had murdered that person and she knew she could not raise herself from the dead. She was mentally defeated.

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Excerpt Wednesday – Revenge

Christine stared at the truck parked near the entrance of the cemetery gates as she got into her car. She couldn't identify the figure casually leaning against the vehicle. He was watching her. He wore a cap with the bill slanted in a downward position, which concealed his face. She'd noticed the truck on a few previous visits, but no one had ever been outside of it. Why was today different? She was the only visitor here in the isolated cemetery. She'd been alone the other times the truck had shown up, too. When others were in the cemetery tending to the graves of their loved ones, the truck never appeared. At first, she thought it was her imagination, but now she realized that whoever it was, was definitely watching her. A shiver ran up her spine and she quickly locked her car doors and started the engine. 

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Excerpt Wednesday – The Stalker

She started to back away from his desk, but he clamped his icy fingers around her wrist. "Let go of me," she cried. He loosened his grip but wouldn't completely relinquish his hold on her. "Jeremy, I am not your girlfriend. You've conjured something up in your head that's not real."

"Excuse me?" His eyes flashed.

"Those letters were almost pornographic."

"Those letters spoke the truth."

"No," she said hoarsely. "They were sick and demented. I wouldn't do those things with anyone!"

He laughed. "No, I know what you really want. Girls always want the same thing. I was being romantic by telling you how I would fulfill every desire and fantasy you possess."

Her eyes widened. "My God, Jeremy, that's not romance."

He grinned. "I guess you've never dated a real man before. I only want you to know what to expect our first time."

She yanked her wrist free. "There's never going to be a first time! I was only friendly with you because I felt sorry for you, but I don't anymore," she said. "Stay away from me, Jeremy Talbot!"

He watched as students slowly began filing into the room. "Never, Julie, you're my girl," he whispered.

She was trembling as she took her seat, his words sticking in her mind.

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Excerpt Wednesday – Over The Edge

He'd never intended to get involved with Chelsea. He wasn't even attracted to her, but one night after he'd finished putting up some bookshelves for her, she'd handed him a cold beer and asked his advice on a personal matter. She was just a kid to him, and he'd only wanted to offer her guidance as a father would to his daughter.

As they talked, she kept supplying the beer and he kept drinking it. She seductively crossed her long slender legs several times as they conversed, and his eyes couldn't help but travel up to her hemline, which showed her young tender thighs. Now looking back, he realized that he was being set up. She'd charmed him and made him feel twenty again, complimenting him on all the areas his male ego loved, inflating him until he was ready for the kill. She'd made him briefly forget that Maggie was the only woman he wanted and loved.

He was sick to his very core afterward. There was no excuse for what he'd done, and there was no changing that fact. After their one-night stand, he tried avoiding Chelsea, but she began showing up in the places she knew he'd be. She was a close friend of Janna Evans, and even though Chris had nothing personal against Janna, he couldn't stand her husband Brant. He'd known Brant ever since Brant was a young boy and Chris had been hired to do some remodeling on the Evans' home. During his breaks, Brant would sit asking all kinds of questions. As Chris worked that summer, he thought it odd that Brant had few playmates, but in time, even at such a young age, Brant's nastiness showed through in the way he treated the few boys who came around. He was a selfish, self-centered boy, and as Chris's work on the Evans' home came to an end, Chris realized why the boy was avoided like the plague.

Since that time, Brant had considered Chris a friend and occasionally invited him to social functions. Chris only attended knowing it was better to have Brant for a friend rather than an enemy. Brant's reputation was well known, and his malevolence came full circle when he joined the police department. It didn't take him long to infiltrate his self-absorbed power with a few of his coworkers who secretly shared his wickedness but had been uncertain how to put it to use. That was until Brant Evans came along.

Chris recalled the conversation he'd recently had with Brant when Brant had unexpectedly shown up at his apartment.

"We need to talk, Jacoby."

Chris eyed him suspiciously knowing from the way he held himself erect and the squaring of his jaw that Brant wasn't in the mood for games. But then, Brant Evans didn't possess even the remotest sense of humor as far as Chris was concerned. "What can I do for you, Brant?"

"You know that my wife and Chelsea are best friends."

He nodded. "I'm aware of that."

Brant leaned against the doorjamb. "It seems we have a problem." He thoughtfully pulled on his chin.

Chris shrugged his shoulders and frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about. Is there something I can help you with?"

Brant laughed. "Get off it, Chris. For God's sake, you don't just fuck a young beauty like Chelsea Howard and walk away. What the hell's the matter with you?"

Chris ran his hand through his hair as the color drained from his face. "What happened between Chelsea and me was a big mistake. For Christ's sake, Brant, she's just a kid. It never should have happened." He emphatically shook his head back and forth wondering why she'd even mentioned that night. He supposed it was another sign of the times that he hated so much. Years ago a woman never would have mentioned the most intimate details of her sexual experiences to her friends. Or at least he'd always assumed that women were above the locker-room mentality of men. "I'll always regret it."

"But it did happen." He squared his shoulders.

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Wednesday's Blurbs – The Adventures Of Angel – Angel's New Sister

In the eighth story in The Adventures Of Angel book, Angel is upset when her mother tells her that soon a new baby sister will be arriving.

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