Getting Caught

“SallyAnn! Get ya ass in ‘ere!” She screamed.

“What ma? I was doin’ my homework.” SallyAnn said.

“Did ya tell Billy to feed the chicks instead of doing it ya self?”

“Nah. He said he wanted to do it ma.” SallyAnn said trying to sound sure of her self. She wasn’t about to tell her mother that she paid him to do her chores for her tonight so she could met up with Rickie at the football field after school.

“Das not what Billy said.” Her mom said putting her hands on her hips.

“Don’t know what to tell ya ma.” SallyAnn said, “Billy said he wanted to do it so I let him.”

“An’ I suppose he also wanted to feed da cows, do the evening milkin’, and shovel the murer in the horse stalls too?” She said disbelief.

SallyAnn nodded her head and tried not to fidget. Her Mom knew. She knew. SallyAnn had to fully commit to the story or there was no way she was gonna get out of this without a whoopin.

Ma just looked at her, hands on her hips. Then her mom threw her hands up in the air and said, “Just what kind of idiot do you think I am. Just ‘cuz you got more schoolin than I did, you think I’m an idiot?”

SallyAnn felt her stomach hit the floor and her mouth fully dry up.

“In the mornin’ you’re doing all of his chores along with yours.” SallyAnn opened her mouth to complain but her mother continued, “AND Billy dun get to keep the money you paid him.

“Ma! That’s not fair.” She said stomping he foot and crossing her arms in defiance. “I gots plans with MaryKay after school tomorrow.”

“Well if you get all the chores done you can go.” Her mom said smirking. She knew damn well that kid wasn’t getting them done.

SallyAnn knew there was nothing she could say to change her mom’s mind. She couldn’t fight and win. Her mom was just as stubborn as she was.

SallyAnn let every bit of defiance she could come to fruit, turned on her heal, and stomped off toward her room.

“Don’t you slam that door young lady!” Ma said just as SallyAnn did just that. She turned to her husband and sighed, “That kid is gonna be the death of me Earl.”

Earl just snickered and said, “She is your daughter.”

The Farewell Kiss Under the Sky



The Farewell Kiss Under the Sky


We were sitting on the hood of his car listening to the sound of the waves crash. It was a lovely evening where for once there wasn’t any fog obstructing the night sky. Luckily this far out from the city the stars were endless. The warmth of his arm around me made butterflies spring into flight in my stomach.

It had been awhile since either of us had said anything and when the alarm on my phone went off telling me that if I didn’t leave in the next 10 minutes I was going to be grounded for life for breaking curfew, we both jumped.

“Sorry about that.” I said my cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t want you to get in trouble this close to prom.” He said as we scooted off the hood.

He took my hand and walked me back to where my car was parked a row back. What was it about him that just the simple circling of his thumb on the back of my hand made me weak in the knees?

Before I knew it, he was opening the car door for me and I turned to give him a hug and realized he was so close that I could feel his breath on my lips.

“So …” he said nervously, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

“I’ll be there.” I breathed.

Then his lips were on mine, so light and careful. I threw my arms around him and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. It was like lightning flashing through my veins. I couldn’t get enough of it. All too soon he pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

“Damn. It’s only for the night, but …” He stepped back and continued, “I’ll see you tomorrow babe.”

“Bye.” I said smiling and sitting in the seat. He reached down and kissed me quickly one more time and gently closed the door.


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Brain Block aka I can’t make a decision

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The fork in the road I mentioned last week is still sitting in front of me. I really have to make a decision.

I know that part of my problem, as I said last week, is that the story doesn’t seem to be flowing in the direction it was originally intended to go.

When I look at that fork in the road …


I’m met with silence.

Chloe’s Ghost revisited

If you follow my Facebook page, you may remember me mentioning that I had been putting off writing the rough draft of Book 3 of The Five Angels trilogy because I don’t want the story to end. I’m so in love with it that I was putting it off. Well I got over that and have been plugging away at it. However, I’ve hit a bit of a road block and my brain is trying to figure out how to work Megan out of her funk. She’s had a MAJOR hissy fit and pouting session (for an understandable reason), and I’m having trouble trying to get her back going again. So right now she is just moping around the castle and mouthing off to anyone and everyone who gets in her way, including CJ.

SOOOO. Since am stuck, I decided to look back at Chloe’s Ghost. You may remember that a few chapters were posted here quite awhile ago as a short story, and then it had begun to take on a life of it’s own. That was great, but then things happened and it got put on the back burner.

Now I’ve read through it, tweaked it some more, and now … I’m waking up in the middle of the night making notes to myself about what I am dreaming she is doing, who she is meeting, and what she is going through. It’s invigorating.

An outline is coming together nicely and now I’m finding myself trying to come up with names for these “people” she is meeting.

Poor Chloe. She is going to have such a different life from what she had before the accident.

Out of Body Expierence

Confession time regarding writing Chloe’s Ghost.

Is it wrong that I’m finding myself tipping my head back and laughing wickedly at how much I’m messing up her life? Seriously, I’m starting to wonder what’s wrong with me. Here was this girl with the perfect life, and I am going to just turn it upside down and push her into a very dark world full of all kinds of nasty things.

Does anyone else ever start to feel sorry for a character they are writing?


7-7-7 Challenge

Mr. Arran Bhansal, who I’m sure you’ve seen me mention on my blog before, nominated me for the 7-7-7 challenge. He has been a huge supporter of mine and I cherish his blog and his comments.

So the rules for the 7-7-7 Challenge is for the nominated author to go to page seven of their current work in progress (WIP), scroll down to the seventh line of their manuscript, and then share the next seven lines of text with everyone.

Well here is where I’m going to bend the rules, JUST SLIGHTLY, considering the fact my current WIP is Book 3 of The Five Angels Trilogy. If I were to use page 7, 7th line, and the next 7 lines, then I would be discussing a MAJOR spoiler for the end of Book 2. Yea… no, I want this trilogy published and I’m not giving that away. No way. No how.

SO… I’m going to do the challenge from Book 1 of the trilogy. Page 7 of The Five Angels, line 7, and the following 7 lines of text.

I just stood there gapping like a fish. Where were the words I have yearned to say for so long?

He pulled away from me, dropping his hands from my waist. He looked hurt. He was completely misinterpreting what I was feeling, and how I was reacting to what he had just said.

“Cory James Mathewson.” I finally said sternly taking his hands in mine. He looked at me questioning the tone of my voice.  This time I’m the one who took a deep breath, and said, “You don’t know how long I have waited to hear you say that.”

Yup, as you can see it is Megan professing her mutual love for CJ. I’ve obviously made no secret of that if you have been following my blog for any length of time, or if you have looked THE FIVE ANGELS page.

I nominate the following authors to also participate in this 7-7-7 Challenge. I understand that due to contractual reasons, they may not be able to participate in this challenge, but I would love to see what they are currently working on.

Jodie Llewellyn —

Kate Murray —

Of Course I would nominate Ms. Mishka Jenkins (, but Arran got to her first. /grumble grumble grumble.

Christina Rozelle —  or (Somehow I was only “following” one of her blogs. Well that has now been corrected!


Well Happy Monday everyone!



Sapphire Ashes!

 Marriage Could Wait.


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Sapphire Ashes is now available on Amazon!

Need something quick  to read? Pick up Sapphire Ashes on Amazon in either paperback or on your Kindle (or Kindle app).

Genre: Historical Romance, Young Adult


Sidonia Regillia’s world was where you married by arrangement, and she much rather marry for love. The problem was she knew that would never happen. She already had one arrangement fall through and that made her less desirable, regardless of how high her family’s status is. When she did marry, she would have a say in who she married. That was the deal she had made with her father. Only Sidonia knew the second she expressed even the smallest of interest in an available man, her father would leap at an arrangement. Luckily for Sidonia there hadn’t been anyone of interest, and for now she liked to keep it that way. Instead she concentrated on her studies and work at the family apothecary shop. Love was just going to have to wait, regardless of how old she got. She would marry on her own terms.

Then she met Tiberius Maximus Vispania, a man who used to work for the Empire, which made him a dangerous man to get close to considering her family’s business. There was too much at stake, but Tiberius made Sidonia swoon. There was also that fire he lit in the pit of her stomach that she had never felt before. What was it about this man? Could she be happy with an arranged marriage if it were with Tiberius? Could this be the love she has been waiting for?

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Some Characters Never Let Go.

Since the release of Sapphire Ashes, I’ve been consumed with editing The Five Angels, again.

It is strange how as you continue to write there are always those stories and characters that won’t let you go. Megan and CJ’s story is that story for me. I’ve written lots of short stories and made lots of notes for full length novels, but Megan and CJ are the ones I keep going back too and even amidst the rejection letters, I won’t give up on it.

Now I’m going to say something that I have debated posting on this blog, but feel I need to acknowledge it out loud..

While editing, I am making many changes, not to the over all story, but to the way it was written. The more I write, the more I edit, … I see how I’m becoming a better writer. Yes, it is widely known that you can always get better, but two years ago when I finished The Five Angels I thought I had a masterpiece (but don’t we all?). As I edit, I see why Agents haven’t picked it (or me) up. The writing was rough. Transitions were awkward and I’ve even found conversations that jumped around so much that I’ve had to completely re-write them. I’m not saying the writing was horrible, but … ok, yes it was.

I’m using this editing and rejection process as a learning experience. A major learning experience. I am bettering myself every day and I will get this series published. It is an amazing story.

Megan and CJ’s story will be told.

Celtic Woman

PS:  I’ve also had the full length story stemming from “The Assassin” floating around my head, so I have been working on outlining that full story also. It should be interesting.