From “Sonata Contineo” “I left Maxine’s home a different person than when I’d gone in. I now knew for certain I had a soul. Everyone had one. It was just a matter of what passions it was made of and whether it ruled the person, or the person was blessed …
Amazon Neither Rex nor Regina wants a spouse, but they do have needs. Ranger Rex Duncan needs a false identity—just long enough to uncover a ring of Kansas ranch thieves. Answering Regina’s ad for a temporary husband, he leaves his beloved red dirt of Oklahoma to assume that disguise. But …
“Out of Splinters and Ashes” is my next book to come out…a story about the right person at the wrong time, or the wrong person at the right time. Or as a friend of mine asked – is there ever a wrong time if you’ve …
Trading a dress for pants and learning to ranch like a man didn’t satisfy the law that said no woman could own property in Kansas’ early days. Freshly widowed Regina couldn’t buy or trick her way around her deceased husband’s shrewd banker, finally resigning herself to holding onto their ranch by …
https://thebookbreeze.wordpress.com/ Recycling an old story with a timeless message – there is a time to forgive and stay, and another to forgive and walk away. “Mine to Tell” is the story of throwing off chains and walking free of the past, ourselves, and what others say about us.
I’m honored that fellow author Sherry Gloag pulled out and dusted off my first book, “Mine to Tell” and featured it on her site today. As an avid reader of the classics…the sorts of stories that DO NOT hook you in the first sentence/paragraph/page/chapter/half…I was happy to see readership look …
“Daddy was taking my desk apart on one side of my room while Mama went through what I’d kept stored in its drawers nearby. Pieces of me were being disassembled and redefined so they could be reassembled at David’s. I had no idea when that would happen, but I had a …
It came as a shock to me the evening my laptop swore my printer was a stranger and refused to communicate with it. “Don’t recognize…something’s changed…please unplug that cable.” “But you’ve been together since…since forever,” I argued. “How can you claim you no longer identify with him/her/it?” I undid the …
“It was there, the aroma of him, in the downtown air. As strong as I smelled it on the train when he was right there beside me. It was him. It had to be.” I fiddled with the glass of water the waitress had brought. “But of course he’s gone, …
Matters little…I accept. – Women worth writing about.
