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Starting Over…

When I was 41, my husband left me. Over time, he wanted to come back, but I refused to let him return home, unless he got help with his addictions and anger. But I should have acknowledged by that point that my marriage was over and had been for a long time. We’d been married for 21 years, but it wasn’t going well. He had gotten into some stuff that wasn’t good or safe for myself or the kids. Three years passed and soon it was 2022, and I got the fateful call. The stuff he had gotten into had killed him, and I was a widow at just 44 years old. Fentanyl had taken another life.

Now, not only was I trying to figure out who I was as a woman, I was also trying to figure out who I was as a widow, and now officially single. What kind of life did I want for myself? Who did I want to be? What kind of example did I want to set for my kids? In life, we are going to face all sorts of disappointments and traumatic situations, and when we do, we have a choice to make. We can rise to the challenge or we can fall. We can choose to let depression take over and wallow in our miserable existence, or we can make a decision to live. I found that when the hard times hit, my mindset was everything.

That isn’t to say that you don’t allow yourself to mourn or that you don’t deal with negative emotions, but you also know that your life is going to be what you make it. Life isn’t just our sad times or our bad times, so you either learn to rise and rebuild or you let them destroy you. Hard times are inevitable. We can’t get through life without hard times, but how we respond or what we choose to do when they happen will make or break us.

So I rose up. I made a change to a better job with better pay. I mourned for my husband, and then I chose to find love again. This time, I knew what I wanted and what I didn’t want in a relationship. I wanted someone who would step up and be a true partner, and not act like another child. I wanted someone who knew what they wanted out of life and was already established. I wanted someone who was kind and gentle and knew how to handle their anger. Someone who would never take it out on me and wouldn’t abuse me when they were angry.

I started dating for the first time in 24 years. I met some nice guys, who I saw more than once, and then others, who, quite frankly, gave me the willies. And then when one guy said he didn’t think it was going to work out after two months, I met an incredible man on Bumble. I know this is probably cliché, but I could see the beauty of his soul in his eyes. He’d faced hardships in this life, but he didn’t allow those to define him. He rose above them just like I had. He takes care of me and is super supportive. Even after a busy day, he doesn’t come home to sleep. He invests his time to help around the house and spends quality time with me. He doesn’t live all his life on a video game or with his nose in his phone. He’s present with me and I love him incredibly. He wants to help my kids be the best version of themselves and invests his time to help them. I couldn’t ask for a better man in my life.

I never thought that love could be this way. I’m able to share my feelings and not worry about getting my head chewed off, and he’s receptive to my fears. Sometimes I still feel like the other shoe is going to drop, and I know he sometimes worries about the same, but honestly, we’re so similar, but different enough, that it just works so amazingly. When my dad died, he was there for me. He took care of stuff around the house and took care of me while I processed what happened.

I guess I’m kind of rambling, but the point I wanted to make is that, no matter your age, you can start over. It’s not the end of the road when something tragic happens, it’s a vehicle to create change. How your life turns out really depends on your mindset. If you believe the world is out to get you and always complain about everything, that’s exactly what will happen because it’s all you train yourself to see. My husband had that mentality, and it fostered such a bad temperament that it was draining. You need to surround yourself with people who want to reach for the stars.

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Her Lover’s Face Re-released

March 6, 2024 Patricia Elliott

As you know, multiple stories of mine were removed from publication due to my publisher changing from a publishing company to an asset holding company. As they weren’t going to be publishing any future stories, I decided to take mine back so I could do more with those worlds. And I am.

I just re-released “Her Lover’s Face” for pre-order. It will officially drop on March 15th, 2024, so not much longer to go now.

Her Lover’s Face Blurb:

“Laryssa Mitchell is one of the lucky ones. The death of her abusive husband finally allows her to live again on her own terms, making her own choices. Her first official decision is to take back what was lost – her independence and her old job. But she soon finds herself in a living nightmare when she meets her new boss. If her husband is rotting in hell, then who is the man standing in front of her with a dead man’s face?

Alexander Richards doesn’t expect to catch an unconscious woman in his arms on his first day of work, nor does he envision himself willingly setting foot in hospital again, reliving his painful loss. But that’s exactly what he chooses to do when Laryssa needs his help. Why?

She has a story to tell. He has a mystery to solve. In the midst of danger, passion sizzles between them, taking them by surprise. What will happen when all is brought to light? Will they be able to overcome their traumatic pasts and find love in each other, or will their ghosts have the final say?”

This also means that I’ll be dropping book two, “Her Ghosts Reborn,” shortly as well. You should see this one hit the virtual bookstores by the 10th of March. The full release will be on April 2nd.

Her Ghosts Reborn Blurb:

“Joanne has had anything but a typical life. She almost died in her twenties, lost custody of her kids, through no fault of her own, and lived a lie. Now, in her sixties, she’s going traipsing about the country with a man she barely knows, who claims to be her daughter-in-law’s uncle.

But what happens when you put a man and a woman in a motorhome for a week? The usual, of course…spanking, sex, and a delicious game of cards. Anything to keep her mind off the fact that she is about to see the man who ruined her life so many years ago. Will her father be different, or will he be the same man he’s always been?

Deceptive and evil…only time will tell.”

Not only that, my goal is to re-release “Not You Again” and put it up for pre-order on April 15th for a May 7th release. There is so much more I have planned, but that’s the next few months in a nutshell. I hope you’ll tag along for the ride.

I’m hoping this year brings even more experiences and joy to my life as much as last year did, and I hope you get a chance to live your dreams and soar to new heights. Never let yourself settle for anything less than what your worth! Speak what you want. Believe you will get it. Know you will get it. Create a plan to achieve it! Dreams won’t find you. You have to go after them!

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Beneath His Hands is Here

January 9, 2024 Patricia Elliott

Hey all,

I’m happy to announce that Beneath His Hands, Book Two in the Psychological Thriller and Romance Duology, is now available for download on Amazon. I wanted to do a rapid release so that both books were available as soon as possible.

I’ve been asked whether there will be a paperback version of this duology, but I haven’t wanted to say much until now because of some complications that arose over the last month; however, I’m happy to announce that I am working on the paperback copy and hope to have it released in the next month. I’m also hoping to do a audio version as well, but I’m uncertain as to when that will be released.

It’s very exciting, to say the least, because these are the first two full-length stories that have been published in the last four years. And I do plan on releasing another three-five stories this year, time and life permitting.

But in the meantime, please take a moment to enjoy the two new releases. Her Prison, His Game and Beneath His Hands:

Her Prison His Game Blurb:

In the middle of a forest, in an unknown location, is a game. A psychological game designed to play with the mind until it breaks.

The man responsible wants fresh meat. Someone who hasn’t experienced the horrors of the real world. He wants to see how long it would take to make them fall apart, to make them wish for death.

Combing the city of Surrey, he spots his next target…a young librarian named Jenna McCay.

When Jenna McCay turns nineteen and goes out to celebrate, she doesn’t realize that her easy life is about to end, and the horrors of life set in, in unimaginable ways.

Will she find the strength to survive the game, or will she break before the final curtain falls?*Trigger warning: contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing*

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Beneath His Hands Blurb:

“Ethan Barrett loves his solitude, hence his boat the Em-Dash and the wide-open ocean. It is exactly what he needs to finish his script and celebrate his 30th birthday in peace.

His hopes are quickly dashed when two storms roll in. One with reddish blond hair, and the other which sends him overboard in an attempt to rescue the ninja lady from the worst storm he’s ever experienced in his lifetime.

As his boat goes down and their hope for survival darkens, will he be able to gain the trust of the mystery woman full of secrets, and work together to survive? Or…

Will she be their downfall in an already merciless environment?”

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A Psychological Thriller / Romance Duology

December 10, 2023December 10, 2023 Patricia Elliott

Two stories born out of one idea. One is as dark as dark can be, and the other is about learning to love and trust others when no one has ever given you reason to before. Both are about finding strength to keep going when all the odds seem to be against you. And all the odds are against them as you will come to find out when you read both “Her Prison, His Game” and “Beneath His Hands.”

Her Prison His Game – Book One Blurb:

“In the middle of a forest, in an unknown location, is a game. A psychological game designed to play with the mind until it breaks.

The man responsible wants fresh meat. Someone who hasn’t experienced the horrors of the real world. He wants to see how long it would take to make them fall apart, to make them wish for death.

Combing the city of Surrey, he spots his next target…a young librarian named Jenna McCay.

Jenna McCay didn’t realize that when you turn 19, the easy life she knew would end, and the horrors of life would set in, in unimaginable ways.

Will she find the strength to survive the game, or will she break before the final curtain falls?”

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And low and behold, Book Two has just dropped for pre-order on Amazon:

Beneath His Hands – Book Two Blurb:

“Ethan Barrett loves his solitude, hence his boat the Em-Dash and the wide open ocean. It is exactly what he needs to finish his script and celebrate his 30th birthday in peace.

As his boat goes down and their hope for survival darkens, will he be able to gain the trust of the mystery woman full of secrets, and work together to survive? Or…

Will she be their downfall in an already merciless environment?”

Click here to pre-order now for only 0.99 cents USD

Official drop date for Book Two is January 9th, 2024.

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Loss and Love

November 3, 2022 Patricia Elliott

It’s been one of those years where your life changes drastically forever, forcing you to change with it. I’m sure some of you can relate to that line very specifically. I hope for most of you that that wasn’t the case unless it was a good change, then right on!!!

But sadly for my family and I, we had a family loss that hit hard to the core. My husband and the father of my kids passed away unexpectedly in April, on my dad’s birthday no less. We had been separated for a few years due to things he’d gotten into after he had a life altering accident took him down a path he wouldn’t ever recover from

Yes, he fell prey to the fentanyl epidemic. Never in my entire life did I think that our family would face a loss of this type. Never thought he’d become a statistic, one of many to lose their lives to this horrible drug, but sadly, he did.

Yesterday, I was going through my basement trying to clean it up and I kept coming across clothes that belonged to him and other things that reminded me of my time with him. It brought me to tears because of how much we’d been through and how long we had been together for.

All that we’d been through had even made me stop writing. I just couldn’t write anymore. I became disillusioned at love or even what love was supposed to look like. How could I write about love when I couldn’t even tell what it was supposed to look like anymore? I lost my drive and my ambition. All I could do was get up every day go to work, come home, make dinner, and just survive another day. Pretend to be happy when deep down I was one stroke away from crying.

My kids were from a broken home. That’s not something I envisioned going into my marriage. And even when my husband was at home, our house was broken. He was full of anger and resentment. I thought by staying I was giving the kids what they needed, but they needed to see a healthy relationship and we didn’t have that. I stayed because of my vows, in sickness and in health. It wasn’t until my house physically became unsafe that I found the strength to separate and it should have been long before that if I’m truly honest with myself.

We separated in 2019 after he got more heavily into addiction. He started making decisions that brought the police to our door. The final time they came, they told him that if they had to come again, they would act. On one hand they failed us because they should have seen that he needed help but apparently their hands were tied.

Over the last few years, he did want to come home, but because he refused to get help, I had to stand my ground. And other mom’s or families who have gone through addition with their loved ones, knows how hard it is to say no. Sometimes I do wonder what would have happened had I let him come home. Would he have used fentanyl that day? Would he still be alive if I let him be with us? Then I realize I can’t go that route. You can’t change what is. And thinking about that just takes you down a rabbit hole that is hard to find your way out of.

Last year, I was finally beginning to see that he wasn’t going to change, so I started to work on myself and who I wanted to be as Patricia. I began pulling away, guarding my heart. I began to wonder if more was out there and was there such a thing as a healthy relationship? Could I even find someone who would love me? I mean, if I wasn’t enough to keep my husband away from drugs and he would pick them over me, was I even worth something to someone?

Does love really exist? I mean I saw it in my parents, but what about for me? Again though, I was still married, so I put it to the side, still praying and hoping that things would change and my husband would come back better than ever…until the day I got “the call” that changed our lives.

That’s when I crumbled. That’s when I knew that my happily ever after with him would never come into existence and now I had to forge my own path. Find out who I was as just a woman and a mother. Did I even know how to live as just myself, see myself as single. I had to reevaluate everything in my life and decide what I wanted. I kept the job I was in over the years because I felt safe and secure in it. But I knew that even that needed to change. I needed to know that I could handle more, that I could excel at something and become more than what I was.

Sometimes I think that we don’t realize that we deserve more. We just get into this state of existing that we forget to reach for our dreams, forget that there is more out there. The abuse traps us into a state of just trying to exist, trying to keep pulling for another day hoping and praying for change…when in reality, we need to be that change. We need to find the strength to rise and do what is best for us.

I know what it was like to stay during abuse. I know the strength it takes to say no to letting them come home. I know the desire to take them back and hope that they’ve changed, but you quickly learn that they haven’t when the cycle of abuse starts again. You get so disillusioned and don’t feel that there is more out there, even though some small part of you knows there is.

But I’m here to tell you, there is more. There is a better life. You just have to find the strength to go after it, and believe that you deserve it. I know you don’t believe you deserve more, or you don’t think more is out there, but when you finally take that step, you’ll find it waiting for you. The cloud of abuse covering our eyes falls away. And while the pain may not disappear, you will be able to make room for being happy and when you are able to open and find room for more, you’ll find that true love is out there too.

And that my dear readers is my year. While I still have my sad moments, my life has changed and happiness has found it’s way back in again. And along with it, my desire to write about love came back, so be prepared for more stories ahead because I’ve found my voice again. And it wants to roarrrrrrrr.

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