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Honey I’m Home…An Excerpt

If she wasn’t so angry, Sara would have thought the situation was funny. Her boyfriend of four years cheated on her, and someone offered to tell his mother on him.

“That’s okay, Mrs. Jenkins,” Ryan called out. “This is something we can handle like adults.”

“Like adults,” set off a trigger in Sarah. She pulled her leg back and kicked Ryan’s tire. The force of her foot connecting with the tire sent a ricochet of pain through her leg. “Doh!” She groaned in pain.

She heard an older woman’s voice call out, “You should have kicked Ryan, honey. He’s the one that deserves it.”

Valentine’s Day Short Story

“Go live your life,” her parents said. “You can get a husband after you’ve seen the world.” Her father encouraged. Her mother added, “Don’t make the mistakes we made and anchor yourself to responsibilities when you’re young.” Grace Hudson followed her parent’s advice. Now she was the only […]

The Chesty Man Story

You know that person. The one that makes you repeat yourself. Several times. Then they get what you were trying to say. I’ll raise my hand and admit that’s me. Here is where I’ll take you back in time. Not too far back. We’re going to the autumn […]

Woohoo Number One!

I am humbled. I am delighted. I am here to tell you that childhood dreams come true. Enough people downloaded a copy of Just A Friend to make it the number one book on Amazon’s Two Hour Romance Short Reads. That’s a lot of downloads! Now, I’ll say […]

We Can Make…

“We can make a book about ten kids writing books!” Midway through Nanowrimo I thought I’d merge my librarian and author hat. And, to be honest it was one of those lessons that took on a life of its own. I wanted to show the correlation between the […]

NanoWrimo

Nanowrimo is how I became an author. Four years ago I took a try at it, wrote the novel, and learned a few things about myself. via GIPHY First, it is hard when the world in your head doesn’t come out as quickly as you can see it. […]

For A Visit Chapter Six

From her post in the kitchen, Annie listened to Noah tell J.R. stories from their childhood. She sipped her cup of coffee while leaning against the kitchen island. A lot of the stories she hadn’t known about because they came from a time when it was just Jesse […]