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Monday, August 24, 2015


Welcome! This week, I'm starting a new story, actually the continuation of a story I started here some time ago. It has a new title and a few new twists. It's called "Unpredictable Love" and it will be the first in my small town romance series. 


Jory Walker headed down the flagstone path to the mailbox. She took out three letters. Two bills and one envelope that looked like it had been through a war. It had. The return address said:

     “SSGT. T. Stevens”

Anger bubbled up inside her. She made a beeline for the house, only to collide with her sister, Amber.
“Amber! What the hell?” She waved the envelope in her sister’s face.
“I just sent him one letter.”
“This is the fourth you’ve gotten from him. When are you going to write back?”
“It was a mistake…”
“You can say that again. Especially the part about you signing my name!”
“Laura was so convincing. I thought she meant one letter. Only one letter.”
 “She asked people to sign up to write to guys in the military. Not write only one letter and include a lewd photo?”

“It wasn’t lewd, whatever that means. Just me in a bikini. I’m not good at letters. Much better at pictures.”  Her beautiful redheaded sister with a Miss America figure grinned at her.
“And the reason you signed my name?”
“I always liked your name better. Besides, if he wanted another letter, I knew you’d write it for me. So it might as well have your name on it.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit smile. I’m on to you. And the answer is ‘no’.” Jory shoved the envelope from T. Stevens into Amber’s hand.
“Please? Pleeeaassseee, Jory. You’re the writer. Not me.”
“That’s right. You’re the pretty sister and I’m the smart sister.”
Amber nodded. “I don’t mean it like that. You’re so much better than me.”
“Than I.”
“Forget it.”
Amber’s jaw jutted out. “Okay. Disappoint some poor guy out there at war." She waved a photo in her sister's face. "Look at his picture. He’s hot, even with a buzz cut.”
Jory brushed the snapshot aside, but not without glancing at it.         
“He’s expecting you not me.”
“Yeah, the picture I sent. But he’ll never know. He’s in Afghanistan somewhere. Just write one or two letters, then tell him you got engaged.”
“What a mean thing to do. I’ve no plans to get engaged and I’m not going to lie about it.”
“That creep, Archie. Why do you go out with him?”
“He beats what’s on tv.”


Friday, August 21, 2015


Meet Devon Drake. Oops, we're interrupting him while he's getting dressed. Didn't think you'd mind that, he certainly doesn't!

I gave him the 20-question quiz. Here are his answers:

   1.      Chocolate or vanilla? Strawberry, actually
   2.     Airplane or train?    Airplane. Love the take-off, kind of like sex. Can I say that?

   3.     Walking or driving? Driving. Preferably a Maserati.

   4.     Red or Blue?              Blue, like the ocean.

   5.     Country or Rock?     Rock. 80’s rock.

   6.     Dog or cat?                 Pug – Brodie. Smart, obedient pup. 

   7.     Lemonade or Iced Tea?  Texas Iced Tea.

   8.     Vodka or Whiskey?    Gin. Or vodka.

   9.     Mounds or Almond Joy? Who’s mounds? (laughs)

   10.   Action movies or Thrillers? Bruce Willis or Will Ferrell movies.

   11.   Men – brunette or blond?    Brunette, that’s brown hair, right?

   12.   Women – brunette, blonde or redhead? Redhead, nice boobs, not huge. A nice handful. Yeah. Blue eyes, too.
   13.    Steak or lobster?  Lobster. Steamed, boiled, broiled, in a lobster roll, in an omelet. Lobster for sure.

   14.    French fries or Salad? Fries, but I eat salad. Have to keep my weight down. Stormy makes the best salad.

   15.    Pistachios or Peanuts?  Peanut butter but pistachios in nut form.

   16.    Beer or Wine? Beer. Ice cold.

   17.    Beach or Mountains? Beach. Love the waves. Great place for sex, if you’re careful.

   18.    Oatmeal or scrambled eggs? Eggs. Oatmeal sucks.

   19.    Sausage or Bacon? Bacon and sausage. Why should I have to choose only one?

 20.    Pretty or Witty? Both – Love a funny woman. If she makes me laugh, she’s got my heart.

Here's his childhood friend, Stormy. She's his sister's best friend. Is she dating him? You'll have to read the book to find out. 

A bit about the book
Devon Drake, star cornerback, has it all: hot super model girlfriend and pro football career, or does he? A childhood friend wanders back into his life, upsetting his ideal existence. Is it finally time to 
tell her the truth about what happened fifteen years ago?
Stormy Gregory is on the run from an abusive man. Her best friend offers her a safe place at the shelter for abused women and children. Grateful to be out of harm’s way, Stormy helps with a charitable event, not expecting to run into Devon Drake, her friend’s brother. Will she run again rather than face rejection?
Cracks in his perfect world threaten the cornerback’s starting lineup status. An unwelcome surprise short-circuits Stormy’s attempt to build a new life. Can they pull together or will the secret that separates the former friends keep them on a downward spiral?   




Sometimes you don't know what you had until you lose it. Devon Drake made a mistake when he was a teenager and hurt someone he cared about badly. Stormy Gregory has been in love with Devon Drake since she was a wide eyed little girl with her first crush. 

When their paths cross unexpectedly again, will they be able to see what is in front of them and go for the touchdown or will there be a penalty on the play. This was a surprising storyline, even though it was centered around the current couple Ms. Joachim gave us a small section on each of the past couples keeping us up to date on what is going on in their lives. 

It was well written, easy to read and flowed smoothly from couple to couple. I enjoyed the easy camaraderie of Drake, Stormy and Drakes sister Sam. The bickering, bantering and yelling between the three of them not only was amusing but showed a realistic closeness that would be present between good friends and your sibling. 

I found Drake to be a real interesting character, even being a big football star he was not all about the publicity and more of a homebody. As a brother he was the typical overprotective jerk but he did really care about his sister and wanted to protect her. This is a great series and I can't wait to find out what happens next.

Monday, August 17, 2015


Welcome! The word prompt this week is "writing". This will be the last installment of Maggie's Story until the novella comes out. Thank you for stopping by and reading this emotional story. 


 Maggie slipped her hand into John’s as the Judge asked Penn to take the witness stand. The magistrate turned to face the boy. He asked questions and scribbled notes. Maggie was sure she had broken John’s hand, she squeezed so hard.
          After Penn stepped down, John, then Maggie took the stand. She twisted a hanky when she answered questions, but wasn’t able to hold back tears.
          She gripped the railing for support as she pushed to her feet. Uncle Alfred followed her. There was a brief recess. John and Maggie flanked Penn.
Though he was taller than she, Maggie slipped her arm around him.
          They were called back into the courtroom. The judge cleared his throat.
          “I have your statement in writing, Penn. I’ve read it carefully and heard the answers of all the parties. It may be unorthodox, but I’ve decided to let you stay with Maggie and John for the next year. Your uncle will manage your financial affairs and provide an adequate income for you to live on. After a year, the court will revisit your living situation. If, at that time, the court finds that you are not receiving proper supervision, your custody will be transferred to your uncle.”
          Maggie gasped and reached for John.
          “Do you understand, young man? If you seize this chance to live with these caring people as an opportunity to run wild, the court will put a stop to it. They will be dismissed and you will be moved to your uncle’s home.”
          “I do, Your Honor.”
          “You’re willing to abide by their rules?”
          “I am, sir.”
          “Keep up with your schoolwork, stay away from drugs and alcohol?”
          “Yes, sir.”
          “And you, Maggie and John? Are you willing to take the duties of parenting seriously? Are you willing to be available to Penn?”
          “We are, Your Honor,” John said.
          “Be with him day in and day out?”
          “Yes, sir,” Maggie said, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
          “Take full responsibility for Penn, as if he were your own flesh and blood?”
          “We gladly accept that, Your Honor,” John said.
          “Very well. Then it’s is the opinion of this court that Penn Roberts shall remain in the custody of John and Maggie for one full year –at which time custody will be re-evaluated based on the boy’s progress. Court is adjourned.”
          Maggie let out the breath she had been holding, and the tears as well. Even John misted up as he grinned broadly.  Penn joined them in a group hug. His eyes were full. Arthur stopped on his way out.
          “Good luck raising a teenager,” he harrumphed.
          “Thank you, sir. I’m sure we’ll need it,” Maggie replied.
          The older man frowned. “Don’t know how I’m going to tell your aunt, Penn.”
          “You’ll figure out something, Uncle Alfred. You always do,” Penn responded.
          The threes piled into their car and John drove them home. Once inside, Penn went to his room and closed the door. Maggie started dinner while John poured them each a glass of wine. They clinked glasses.
          “Our boy. He really is our boy now, old girl.”
          “That he is.”
          “Of course, when he’s eighteen, he’s his own man. No custody then. Is three years enough?”
          “The court’s only giving us one. But they’ll see. Yes, three years would be heaven. Parent teacher conferences. Mother’s Day. Oh, John, three years is a dream come true.”
          She wiped her eyes before raising her glass.
          “To Penn. Our boy. Our son. Even if only for a little while.”
“Amen, my lovely.”

To be continued. Watch for Maggie's Story, the novella.

Monday, August 10, 2015



          Penn’s door opened. When he joined the others in the living room, Maggie saw that his face was streaked with tears.
          “Hello, Penn. So sorry about your parents,” Alfred said, shifting his weight.
          “Now you get dad’s business, don’t you?” Penn eased down onto the sofa.
          “Your dad left his half of the business to you, with me as your trustee until you’re twenty-one.”
          “He had faith in you my boy. I have custody papers here. If you’ll just sign them.”
          Maggie held her breath.
          “We can look after him, “ John piped up.
          Alfred snorted. “You?”
          “I’m going to call a lawyer,” Penn said, pushing up from his chair. “That’s what dad would tell me to do.”
          “Don’t you want to move in with me and your Aunt Muriel?”
          “I don’t know what I want. Right now, I want to stay here.”
          “I’ll leave you here then. After you’ve consulted an attorney, have him call me.”
          Alfred handed the boy a business card and left.
          Maggie brought out a sandwich and a glass of milk from the kitchen, but Penn wouldn’t eat. The doorbell rang. John went. He returned with a large vase of pink and white roses and a fat box of chocolates that he placed on the coffee table.
          “Oh, Christ, it’s Mother’s Day,” Penn moaned, after reading the message. He tossed the card on the table, then picked up one of the beautiful flowers. . The housekeeper retrieved the card . It was from the Mister to his wife.
“She was beautiful, wasn’t she?” He asked. 
          Tears clouded Maggie’s eyes. “She was, lad. The most beautiful.”
          Penn fell into her arms, sobbing. In a few minutes, he managed to pull himself together. He handed Maggie the box of chocolates.

          “You’re my mother now.”

Monday, August 3, 2015


Welcome to Tuesday Tales. The word prompt is "pen" and MAGGIE'S STORY continues. Thank you for coming. Click HERE to return to the awesome stories of Tuesday Tales.


Maggie turned pleading eyes to John. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on the young man’s shoulder.
“Sit down, Master Penn.”
“Stop kidding around, John.”
“You know I never kid about things like this.”
The boy paled as he sank into a chair in the kitchen.
John took another breath and cleared his throat. He sniffed and blinked before he spoke.
“There is news, son. I’m afraid it isn’t good.”
“What the?” Penn rose from his chair until John’s hand eased him back down.
“There was bad weather. A storm. The plane went down before they could land on St. Thomas, somewhere between Florida and the Caribbean.”
A gasp from the boy tore at Maggie’s heart.
“I’m so sorry to say, no one survived.” His voice was barely above a whisper.
“No!”Penn leaped out of his chair. “You’re lying!” The boy swung, but John sidestepped before the fist connected with his jaw.
Penn pushed John out of the way, stopped to stare at Maggie with wild eyes, then ran to his room.
Maggie started after him, but John grabbed her arm.
“Let him go. He’s got to come to terms with this.”
“But we can help.”
“Not this time.”
The intercom from the lobby sounded. John answered.
“That’s Uncle Alfred. He’s coming up.”
A tremble seized Maggie. “He’ll take him. He’ll take Penn. We’ll lose our boy.”
John wrapped his arms around her.
“Get a grip, my girl. Get a grip. Penn will always be ours, no matter where he is.”
Alfred opened the door.
“Where’s Penn?”
“In his room,” Maggie responded, straightening her dress.
He pulled a pen from his breast pocket. “He’s got to sign some papers.”
“Please, Mr. Alfred. The boy’s upset. He needs time.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that later. Right now, I’m taking custody.”