The One That Got Away

As we near the end of another year, I can’t help but notice that time feels like it’s moving faster. Mind you, that might just be because I’m older now, and I’m so busy that I don’t have much time to stop and smell the roses. I like it when my work days go by fast, but not so much my downtime.

Some moments I’d love to just freeze in time, like when my kids were born or their high school graduations. Two of mine have graduated now and the other two are in high school. That’s hard to believe. It’s even harder to believe that my graduation was back in 1996. Heck, I’m getting old. *haha*

If you’re like me and a little on the older side, can you still remember your high school years? Can you remember your first love? Some people were lucky enough to marry their high school sweethearts and are still together today. The rest of us are left wondering about the one that got away, while others may be trying to forget all about them. I can expressly remember mine. Even though we didn’t end up together, I still have fond memories of our time together.

My new release, which you can read about below, is all about second chances. What would you do if you ran into the one that got away? Would you be excited or would you go into hiding? Would you want to hit him or hug him? This is the dilemma that Emma Praught finds herself in when her first love contacts her out of the blue.

Not You Again! blurb:

“Emma Praught has everything a woman could wish for: a house, a husband, and a teen daughter who she wouldn’t trade for the world. But when she receives that fateful call, everything falls apart.

Her husband is dead. The life she knew is over. And before she has a chance to make sense of it all, death threats roll in and so does a man from her past. One she never expected to see again.

Devon Matthews, in the stupidity of his youth, broke the heart of the only woman he ever loved. Something he has never gotten over. Now he has a chance to make it up to her by protecting them. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll find it in her heart to forgive him. If he can keep her alive, that is.

Will they make it through this unscathed, or will Emma’s stubborn nature make it difficult for them both?

One way or another, he’s not giving her up this time.”

Book excerpt:

“Mom, who keeps texting you?” Skye asked.

“No one,” Emma muttered, turning back to the sink full of dishes.

“That no one wants to talk to you like super bad.”

She had tried to discourage him from messaging her by not responding to his text messages over the last week, but he was still going strong. Okay, so she’d sent the odd text back, but only to tell him to stop contacting her, and that had made him respond all the more.

Skye picked up Emma’s phone off the counter and turned on the screen. Drying her hands quickly, she snatched the phone back.“Get those prying eyes off to school,” she said, snapping the dish towel at her daughter.

Hopping down off the stool, Skye picked up her backpack off the kitchen island. “You’re so bossy.”

When the front door slammed, she thought about yelling “don’t slam the door” but it wouldn’t do any good. Skye was already long gone. Her phone dinged again, and she looked at the screen. Devon again.

>I’m serious. If you keep ignoring me, I’m going to come down there.

>Then come :p

>Okay

“Oh damn,” she said, resting her forehead in her hand as she shook her head.


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Stranded

I think every traveler around the world has probably wondered what would happen if their boat sank or their plane crashed, and they somehow magically survived the disaster. I’m one of those people who can take a stone and turn it into a deadly projectile, hurling it towards the cars behind me. Okay, not literally, but my mind has a bad habit of weaving tales that feel awfully real sometimes.

I guess that’s why I started writing stories, aside from being bullied relentlessly. All the horrid tales of my subconscious needed a place to vent and what better way than on paper. Haha, I’m probably sounding a little like a psycho now. I’m normal, honest. 😉

When I heard about the chance to participate in a supernatural romance anthology with other BVS authors that would be released around Halloween, I jumped at the chance. But I didn’t just want to just do a supernatural romance, I wanted to bring the dead to life and make your heart beat just a little bit faster. And I’m pretty certain that happened to Jace when a storm made his ride just a little bumpy…

Enjoy this short excerpt from “Love from the Mist,” featured in the anthology “Mystic Desire”:

The plane was falling as fast as his heart was beating, sounding like a drum inside his head. Unlike plane crashes on television, they were spinning as they headed straight for the ocean below. Fighting hard to stay standing, the stewardess instructed them to put on the life vests.

Jace helped his neighbor put it on and then put on his own. Over the loudspeaker, a voice boomed into the already noisy cabin. “Follow the steward’s instructions.”

He let go of the woman and gripped the seat in front of him, leaning his head forward.

“I don’t wanna die,” a male voice cried out above the noise.

Jace echoed the man’s sentiment, but he knew the odds. They were going to hit the ground fast and hard. Chances of survival…nada. His heart raced and his palms grew damp, and it felt like everything had begun moving in slow motion, as though someone hit the frame by frame button.

He took a moment to look over each fear-filled face, eyes wide and full of tears. Parents cradled their children. Lovers held each other one more time. Friends said their good-byes. And he, he was alone.

“Brace for impact!”

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If you found yourself in this position and you actually survived the crash, landing on a deserted island, what would you do first? What would you hope to find when you open your eyes? Post your answers in the comments below.

If you are interested in reading more of the story and would also love to check out the many other wonderful authors in the anthology, click this link:

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Zombie Apocalypse Attire

What attire do you think of when it comes to the Zombie apocalypse? Are you the practice type that would only choose the things that would benefit you, or would you say, heck with it, and wear whatever you want, anyway?

For me, I think I’d wear much the same as Samantha in the following sample of Love Knows No Apocalypse:

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“I have to get this baby food back to Naomi.” Samantha grabbed a backpack off the backseat. “We’re only about thirty minutes away.”

“We’ll get drenched.”

“Are you afraid of the rain, Stevey?”

He looked down at his Hawaiian t-shirt and matching shorts, and she had to laugh. If you couldn’t be in Hawaii, dressing like it was the next best thing he had told her.

She shook her head. “You were the one who wanted to wear it. I told you to be practical.”

The storms of Autumn were upon them, and they weren’t overly pretty. The warm weather for wearing t-shirts and shorts was long gone, but she loved the rain and being covered up. That’s why she was wearing a pair of utility pants and a compression shirt, and her favorite leather jacket. She grabbed a pink Nike jacket that she’d found for Naomi off the floor. It was on the larger side. “Try this,” she said.

Steve shook his head and recoiled from her offer. “If I walk into the house wearing that, I’ll never live it down.”

Sam laughed. “Suit yourself.”

Why cargo pants? Well, they have endless pockets for storing things and are super comfortable. And as for the leather jacket, zombies can’t bite through leather; at least, not to my knowledge. It’s not a theory I’d want to test though. I like breathing, thank you.

Now, in contrast, Steve isn’t as practical as Samantha. Stubborn man would rather wear what his flowery Hawaiian shirts to remind himself of yesteryear. But make no mistake, he’s alert and very much on the ball.

With being an apocalypse, you’re not complete without a weapon. What would you use? I’ve had my experience with a variety of weapons—staff, sword, bow. My favorite would have to be the sword, as long as it’s nice and sharp. The only downside is having to get up close and personal with the undead. Getting splattered by them is not my idea of a good time.

So let’s hear what you think. Share with me your zombie attire.

Love Knows No Apocalypse Blurb:

“Getting stranded in the middle of a storm was not Samantha Wheeler’s idea of an ideal situation, especially in a zombie apocalypse. But fighting zombies was the easy part; her heart, though, was a whole other matter. Thanks to a man named Steve Jones.

When they find themselves in danger, she has to decide what’s more important – dying for someone you love or surviving.”

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Thanks for reading 😀

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