As a Christian as well as a woman, this state bill is totally wrong and frightening. This Sexual Orientation/Gender Identity Bill is the exact same as Senate Bill 11. It must be defeated if we want to keep our girls safe, not to mention our freedom of religion.
Why are we allowing a small group of people to dictate how we live our lives here in the USA? In Ohio?
Find out more about it here.
We need to #protect our girls. We need to #fightback against the lies.
Because I’m in the final revision process of the last book of the Winter Creek series, here is the first.
For some people ghosts are everywhere…
When rebuilding an old ghost town, a few ghosts shouldn’t be a surprise. And for Jen Ferguson, history professor and psychic, it’s par for the course. But ghosts aren’t her main worry.
After a disastrous affair, which has affected her job at the college, Jen promised her grandfather—the most important person in her life—that she would stay away from men until the end of the semester. That’s a promise she’s determined to keep, but when she meets rancher Adam Craine, it becomes a struggle. Adam’s sexy and flirty, and her psychic abilities are telling her that he might possess a very important quality the previous men in her life had been lacking…he can be trusted.
It’s a daily battle for Jen to keep her hands off of him, but she believes she can do it…until two of Winter Creek’s ghostly residents decide to up the stakes by possessing Jen and Adam’s bodies. How can Jen keep her promise with these two passionate spirits interfering?
And if all that’s not enough to deal with, now she’s having premonitions of danger which could lead to the destruction of Winter Creek.
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One that was release a second time with Beachwalk Press.
Sometimes friendship is enough to get over betrayal—sometimes it’s not.
Charlene McIntire and Mason Hamilton used to be the best of friends. But when she began dating his younger brother, Mace started to change. It almost seemed like he was jealous, but that wasn’t possible, because he never saw her as anything other than a friend.
Tragedy struck when Mace’s brother, Charlie’s boyfriend, unexpectedly committed suicide. Everyone believed it was Charlie’s fault—even Mace. After the funeral, he left town without a word.
Now, two years later, Mace has returned. And Charlie doesn’t like it one bit. She’s gotten her life together, focusing her attention on the career she loves—flying planes in the rugged state of Alaska. The last thing she needs in her life right now is a pain-in-the-butt, hardheaded man—a man who still holds her responsible for his brother’s death.
But wanting him? That’s an entirely different story. Despite everything that’s happened, there is no denying the sparks between them.
Content Warning: contains graphic sex and strong language
Note: This book has been previously published.
And I’m believing this while still needing to buy back my student loan.
My problem, not Bob’s.
This is from yet another one of my WIP with no title. Something different. I’m really loving this story. I’m writing both this story and the last Winter Creek one at the same time. Eventually I’ll get one or the other of them finished.
For the first time since her grandmother’s death, Jane Bellwood slept well. No nightmares invaded her rest, causing her to moan and cry out in the dead of night. No spectral man or woman, no boy or girl, no child screamed in her mind for help. She awoke refreshed and rested.
Finally remember how to block spirits without me?
Crazy Lady Helen McWilliams’s voice broke through her peace. “Stay out of my head, Grandma.”
Her only answer was joyful laughter.
But her adopted grandmother was right. She had finally found a way to keep the figurative door in her head shut at night once again. And it had only taken her less than three years, twenty-three years after experiencing her first true-to-life nightmare. That particular morning she’d awoken to more than just blood on her sheets and cramps roaring over her lower stomach and down her legs. Her doctor stepfather had given her some medication for the pain and her mother gave her a pad—and someone unknown showed her how to build an image of a door and close it on the invasive thoughts threatening to drive her insane. Out of desperation she’d tried to do as the images suggested, finally achieving a level of peace during her waking hours.
Six years later she met the woman who’d sent her those freeing images in the waiting area of her father’s emergency room, and she’d started to learn how to keep that door close while asleep.
Crazy Lady Helen had rammed her way into her life, and hadn’t left it since.
Even three years dead, she still haunted her.
Oh, you poor, poor thing.
Jane shook her head at the clear voice speaking in her head, covering over the thousands of vaguer thoughts from her mind.
You’re the one keeping me here, honey.
“No, I’m not.”
Ghostly laughter spilled through her. But I want to be here, Jane. I’m not ready to let go yet.
Will you ever be?
Not until you don’t need me anymore, honey.
Jane sighed. “Go away now, Helen.”
Only laughter sounded in her head now.
Crazy Lady Helen was right, though. She’d needed her then and she still needed her now.
This is the first page of the last book in the Winter Creek series from Beachwalk Press. No name for this book yet, so I’m just calling it Bri’s Story.
Quietness was something Jonathan Longstreet Williams craved more than anything, but for some reason the silence now irritated him. He liked being a part of the enthusiasm of the sponsors and visitors to the town, the excitement of the daily shoot-outs, special weekend shows and the lively cattle drive going through the town. He enjoyed being one of the founding members of WCHA—the founding member—but now all he wanted was the solitude of winter time .
Unfortunately this winter had to be different.
Jack Phillips, the other male member of WCHA’s town board, deciding to stay was fine. It was the other person’s presence at the hotel that set him on edge.
Brianna O’Malley .
No good could come from getting closer to her. If the decade old age difference was the only thing keeping them apart, he’d be fine with it. He dated women younger than Bri, yet it wasn’t the only thing. Or the main thing. “Why didn’t you stay in New York?”
No answer came to his question. His cell phone rang a second later and he seized it. He didn’t even look at the number before pressing accept. “WCHA, Longstreet speaking.”
“Still answering with your middle name I see,” a familiar voice said. “Does that mean you haven’t told your friends who you are?”
“Let it go, Peter.”
“I’m just kidding with you, Jon.” His younger brother said. “I understood why you gave the dean a variation of your name. I don’t agree but I do understand.”
“Thanks Peter.” He pushed the hint of guilt away and relaxed in his seat. “We always did understand each other.”
“More than you know, big brother.” He let out a loud breath. “I doubt anyone changes much in that short a time.”
His ex-fiancée did, and so did Brianna. He pushed those thoughts away and stood from his chair. Stepping toward the lone window, he leaned against the wall and glanced in the direction of the hotel. He could only see a corner of it from his position. “If you say so, Peter.”
“Change isn’t bad.”
“Some is,” he whispered.
Would you like to read the first three? Check out my website here.
…of Trusting Love. I’m hoping to sale this one to The Wild Rose Press. It’s a sequel to Without Love.
Dr. Rebecca Greenlee sighed and took another drink of her coffee.
Six months. She had to stay in this small town for six months. “Why did you do it, Aunt Frannie?”
Becca had never understood her father’s oldest and only sister. She’d always known she would inherit this house and the big part of her life-savings, yet she’d also known it would be with no strings attached. Those strings were added six months ago, three months before her elderly aunt finally said her last good-bye.
And Becca still didn’t understand why.
Yet finding out she had to stay at the house for six full months did fit well with her current situation.
Shit, Becca didn’t want to think about that now.
A gaggle of children’s voices and laughter filtered through the early morning air. Slight bitterness singed as she turned toward the enormous house on her left. A big yellow school bus stopped at the foot of the drive and three noisy boys leaped into it. A few second later two quieter girls followed suit. The children’s very pregnant mother stood near the fence, waving goodbye.
Five children? Should any one woman have that many offspring?
“Hi, Jack.” The pregnant lady yelled back. “Off to solve another case.”
Time to go inside, Becca thought.
“Good morning, new neighbor.”
Damn, why was she still sitting out on her porch anyway?
“Looks like it going to be a nice day.”
Becca’s heart leaped in her throat. A deep-down part of her sensed exactly why she hadn’t leaped back into the house at his first words.
“No comment on the weather today?”
Why in the hell was his deep, rumbling voice affecting her so easily anyway? Every morning since the day after she’d arrived in Emerald Falls , North Carolina, she’s been awakened by the deep, pleasing tone of his greeting to her pregnant neighbor. Yesterday she’d been awake and at the living room window a minute before his usual loud yell, just so she could get a glimpse of the man behind the sexy voice.
And today she decided to sit on her porch swing, drinking her coffee, hoping he’ll come by and say hello.
One of the reasons her life was in such turmoil was because of a man. Letting another’s stupid voice get to her wasn’t good. Becca didn’t need the complication now. She had enough worries. The only reason she’d decided to follow the conditions set up in her aunt’s will was so she could be alone. Six months was enough time to get over Mark—once and for all. But would it be enough time to figure out what she wanted to do with the rest of her life?
“You’re Frannie’s niece, right?” He set one foot on the bottom step and leaned onto his knee. His dark brown eyes—almost black—blazed into her. “Becki, right?”
If you want to get to know Rebecca, why not read Without Love? The list price is $3.99 but right now you can get it for $3.03.