Showing posts with label Women's fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Women's fiction. Show all posts

Saturday, September 24, 2022

CHRISTMAS ROMANCE


A CROSSBOW CHRISTMAS

Loneliness is a hard task master. Can Carina write herself a better Christmas?


You know how it is, life breaks your heart, but you survive. You work at stitching things back together and after a while it begins to seem better. Until sometime in the quiet curve of the day or in the middle stretch of a lonely night, you realize blood is still seeping. Just a little. Seeping out between the stitches. Drowning you in sorrow. 

Carina read what she had written, frowned, then closed the journal. Geez. Talk about a pity party. Even my teenage journal wasn’t this bad. 

Turning the page, she wrote, Dear Lord, please direct me back to my happiness. This pity stuff is pathetic.

She underlined the word pathetic three times for emphasis, then she pushed the pen into the little elastic holder on the side of the journal and stared out the picture window at the still-green grass of the front lawn. 

There had been very little winter in West Texas this year. January, that’s when the freeze will hit. Maybe even February, but not December. Nope, not December. No white Christmas for us. Not in Landon. 

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A CHRISTMAS TO REMEMBER
 
CHRISTMAS ANTHOLOGY 
OF NOVELLAS BY 

BERNADETTE MARIE
ANN SWANN 
AMY L. GALE
S.J. REISNER
JESSICA MEHRING
EMILY BYBEE
EMERSYN KANE



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Sunday, October 1, 2017

99¢ Sale - ALL FOR LOVE - Women's Fiction

ALL FOR LOVE - digital - on sale for 99¢

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When Liz met Quinn in college, it was love at first sight, but what she did next would haunt her forever . . . even though she did it all for love.

"The man of her dreams may be the worst thing that ever happened to her."


Chapter One
We were drinking iced tea at our favorite sidewalk café when the plastics plant exploded. One moment Ronnie was checking my left hand to see if my wedding ring was still there, and the next thing I knew she was crawling across the blistered sidewalk in slow motion, reaching out for me.




Monday, July 24, 2017

Women's Fiction on Sale 99¢


 ★★★★★ 
Liz falls in love with Quinn the moment they meet in college. He professes to love her, too. She begins to think about the future, but his past rips them apart. What Liz does next impacts the rest of their lives, but she feels it is the only way… she does it all for love.








Saturday, May 13, 2017

Happy Mom's Day! FREE Ebook for Mom

Does your mom bake cookies? Create amazing Sunday dinners? Bring home the bacon while Dad holds down the fort? If your Mom is anything like mine was, she probably does a little of everything.

All For Love
My Mom was a talented seamstress who not only made all our clothes when we were kids, but also all of our Barbie's clothes. She even sewed our quilts and curtains. Of course my Dad didn't care about all that, he was more interested in the food. Mom was a wonderful cook who had supper on the table at six o'clock every night. We never ate at a restaurant unless we were on vacation.

In addition to all that, Mom also grew gorgeous roses, kept the lawn mowed, cleaned the house top to bottom, and found time to sit in front of the fireplace and read. She loved to read. One day I came home from school and found Mom asleep in front of the fireplace, feet propped up on the hearth, book open on her lap, the bottoms of her Keds melted and curled down like little frowns.

So in honor of my late Mom's love of reading, I'm giving away ebook copies of ALL FOR LOVE to the first five commenters who tell me why they love their Mom. Just be sure to leave me your email address so I can send you the book. Happy Mother's Day!


Thursday, April 6, 2017

3rd Annual Brain to Books Blog Hop


Welcome to the 3rd Annual Brain to Books Blog Hop



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Below is an excerpt from the first book in my bestselling Stutter Creek trilogy:



from 5 Prince Publishing

Beth went in search of an old flame, but she found a serial killer instead.

Mandy was on her way to work the evening shift at the Waterhouse Bar & Grill when she spied a small boy standing beside the road, alone. She immediately decided to pull over and check on him.

This is what happened next:

            The setting sun made the trees appear as black-paper cutouts in a landscape collage.
            After checking her mirrors to make sure no one was behind her, Mandy pressed the button to lower the passenger-side window. It was almost all the way down when a man yanked open the door and exploded into her world like a tornado into a trailer park.  Her hand flew to the gearshift, but she couldn’t engage it.  Even as her flight instinct kicked in, part of her mind was telling her this was almost certainly the same strange guy who had requested her section at the restaurant the night before.  His eyes had seemed to follow her all around the crowded dining room, and his oily stench had made him stand out like a spot of mold on white linen. 
            Mandy drew in breath to scream, her hand scrambling across the console for her phone or the gearshift, whichever came first, but he was too fast.  With lightning speed, he dove across the seat and slapped a rectangle of duct tape across her mouth.
            He buried his free hand knuckle deep in the thick blonde braid at the base of her skull even as his other hand slid down to her windpipe and began to squeeze.
            Mandy’s fight instinct kicked in then, and she whipped her head back and forth in an effort to dislodge his hands. His stench, and the oily filth of his unkempt hair, was sickening. She clawed at his eyes, ripped at his skin, but it was no use.  The psycho laughed and simply leaned his head back out of her reach.
            That’s when Mandy began to claw at her own face, attempting to scratch the silver tape off her mouth. It didn’t matter. There was no one around to hear her scream even if she could have gotten it off.
            Mandy wasn’t a quitter.  She did her best to get her feet out from under the steering column to try and kick him off. But he was pressing down on her with his entire weight. 
            She was trapped. 
            Calmly, the psycho took one hand off her throat, doubled up his fist, and hit her so hard the back of her skull struck the driver’s side window with an audible whap!
            Then he went back to her throat. Mandy’s grip on reality began to loosen.  Tiny strobes flashed inside her skull.

            He squeezed even harder, the tips of his fingers disappearing into her flesh.


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