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Honey I’m Home…An Excerpt

Merri Maywether / March 29, 2019

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.”

The Chesty Man Story

Merri Maywether / January 19, 2019

You know that person. The one that makes you repeat yourself. Several times. Then they get what you were trying

NanoWrimo

Merri Maywether / November 11, 2018

Nanowrimo is how I became an author. Four years ago I took a try at it, wrote the novel, and

The Story Behind The Story: Let The Games Begin

Merri Maywether / July 25, 2018

My husband’s mother, Irene, was the kindest, sweetest, softest person you would ever want to meet. I may be wrong,

Welcome Home Excerpt

Merri Maywether / June 30, 2018

Next week, the first book in the Three Creeks, Montana series will be available at your favorite online book retailer.

Strangers in a Strange Land

Chapter Nine-Posse of Misfit Country Kids

Merri Maywether / March 2, 2017

Peter began his defense. “For the record, I didn’t know she was a fairy. And in the movies, people who glow in the dark have been around some radioactive materials.”

A red glow pulsed in the middle of the room and moved in Peter’s direction. Andrea’s voice held an even vibrato tone. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll show you radioactive materials.”

Strangers in a Strange Land

Chapter Five-Fixing Problems

Merri Maywether / January 22, 2017

Over breakfast, the boys decided it was Andrea’s turn to try and find out what Eugene was up to. “He talks to you about everything,” Brian said.

“It should be one of us boys,” Peter argued. “We broke it. We should try to fix it. Nicholas, you’re good with words. You go.”

Nicholas gave them the I don’t know face. “I’ll try. What’s the worst that could happen.”

Watching with anticipation, the boys sat on the porch while Nicholas approached the door and knocked before entering. “Hey Eugene, it’s me, Nicholas.” Nicholas opened the door a couple of feet, and three biscuits came flying out above him like missiles. Unsettled by what had happened Nicholas slammed the door shut. Certain the door was closed he yelled through the wall, “You throw like a girl!”

He came back to the stairs. “Why did I listen to you. You said so yourself. Three days.”