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The End

Sometimes….if you really like how something’s going…’The End’ can be some of the saddest words to see or hear. For me, it’s bittersweet to see Sarah’s story come to a close. Of course she will live on in the blank pages that are yet to be, if ever, written. However, for now it’s good-bye.

Release day, January 4, 2018. Sounds a little like Star Trek when I read it aloud! Anyway, what will happen? Will Sarah spark again with Sam? Will Liz ever settle down? Can Carter make it through another year without going back with Paige? And will Maggie and Michael’s marriage survive? What about that new neighbor….what’s his name? Oh right, you haven’t met him yet. Well grab yourself a copy of “Falling For Sarah” and let me know what you think of him. Is he a contender for Sarah’s happily ever after? Or, is he like all the other men in her life and comes with a boat load of baggage?

I’m tickled and waiting on pins and needles to hear what everyone thinks! Finally it has closure. What so many of you wanted and deserved. I apologize for making you wait this long. 🙂 I promise, no more of that in my upcoming releases. Cliff hangers stop with Sarah. Girl scout honor! (Yeah, I was never really one, but it always sounds so official and meaningful to include it in a declaration).

I assume everyone had a fabulous ringing in of the New Year. What does ringing in the New Year even mean? Are bells involved? I used to, many years ago, watch Dick Clark and wait for that ball to drop. Listen to the bands play and laugh as I sat in my warm home watching all the cold bodies in New York, freezing their butts off, blowing smoke when they talked. Where do they all go to the bathroom? Seriously? Have you ever pondered it before? They’re all drinking for Pete’s sake, and come on…no one can hold it that long. I’m pretty sure they don’t have potties on the street for this, and even if they did, how could you even maneuver to get to one? Someone said today when we were discussing it, (yes we were) that they were certainly going somewhere. Eww…

Okay, on to resolutions. Isn’t that the second question to “What gym did you join” that comes after the first of January? The only resolution I’ve made thus far is to delete emails. I hoard no where else in my life except for yahoo mail. I’ve got so many emails that the counter has stopped counting. I’m horrible with the delete button. I read and move on. Or not and still move on. So this year I plan to delete. So far I’ve done it one and a half days. We’re on day three I realize, so I’m not doing so bad.

Last year I, as many others do, found a word that threaded through my entire year and had profound meaning. It was preparedness. And wherever my life went it seemed as though preparedness was looming. I felt compelled to prepare for many things. And so I did. And so I needed to. This year my word was change. It’s a year of change. As you may know I’m adopting a little girl. If that’s not enough change right there, I don’t know what else is. But three days into the new year and I’ve been met with even more profound change in my family. And I’m okay with it. Change is change. Change can be good. At least if I’m looking for good I’ll find it, right? We’ve sort of torn up our basement changing things around. And eerily I’m okay with that, too. I’m upside down in my organization, but all right. (I’ll keep you posted of my attitude as things get lost).

So Happy New Year my dear friends. Ring in the change that we know will come with a happy heart. And remember, if we don’t have change, we have the same. And don’t you want a little change? Life isn’t meant to be a groundhog day. 🙂

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Reason to Celebrate!!

My sixth book releases today! Who knew? I actually had six of them stored up in this head of mine. Actually a few more, but six spilled out to an editor, where she worked her magic, then it got translated into a picture by another professional, formatted, bound, and viola…there you have book 6, “Searching For Sarah”. I’m quite excited. And a bit nervous…as usual. Good thing I’ve got a tough skin. No telling what the kind people of the world is going to think of it…and then there’s the not-so-kind. And I suppose they have a say, too. (I’ll just discreetly, and with all my might, try to put their opinions out of mind) 🙂

So, what about Sarah? She’s a pretty girl, right? Then why is she a dud magnet for men? I mean really…the last guy she dated stole her U-Haul filled with all her stuff. Right there on the street in Charleston. While she went into that cute coffee shop after driving 8 hours straight, to go to the bathroom. That’s the first push into the path that takes her to this guy:

Sam. So what about Sam? He’s cute, right? He just works a little too much. Therefore, unable to do the all the things a single dad has to do–pick up daughter from preschool, cook a well-balanced meal, (not spaghetti o’, scrambled eggs, and a cup of milk, because that’s all he knows how to cook), and attend an occasional tea party with a few stuffed friends…Mind you, he does get home to read the goodnight book and tuck a sleepy-eyed girl in, but as for the rest, he needs some help. And since Sarah is seeking some temporary housing until an apartment comes through, why not get her to do some of the nanny stuff? Win-win for both of them!

Then the story begins to unfold.So, maybe not that intriguing! But I had one reviewer to say she stayed up till after midnight to finish it. That’s good, huh? Well, I sort of smiled when I read it. 🙂

Either way…it’s my genuine hope…wish…desire…beg (LOL) that readers take a chance to get to know Sarah and Sam. Reminder: this is a 3 part book. At the end, there will be sort of the thing that happens on Friday soap operas…Monday will be the second book–where Friday’s shock gets settled after a weekend wait. Don’t throw tomatoes when you get there. But I promise, Monday is coming very quickly. I’m saving that hype until the release of Friday’s book installment–Searching For Sarah, part 1! Please spread the word, my dearest followers. Cake for everyone!!!! Celebrate. 🙂

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Onward, to Number Three!

female-writer-typewriterI haven’t written an organic word in what seems forever. Editing and revising doesn’t count. Today I’m beginning the third and final book in the “Amy Series.” I’ve just got word from my loyal Beta readers that they enjoyed the second one. Which made me screech in my tracks. “Oh yeah, I better get started on the next one.”

And so I shall. Of course I have to re-read the last few chapters of the second one in order to put me back in the story, but I took care of that this morning at six. Yes, six. A.M. I knew time was precious today, so I started early. It’s a good sign that I’ll be super exhausted when I get off from work tonight at nine. Whatever. I’m young, right? I can take the exhaustion. Certainly knowing that tomorrow is Saturday will help.

I wanted to post an excerpt from the first one that is releasing February 23. Some type of sample so you can decide if it’s your cup of tea. Seeing as not everyone enjoys the same kind of beverage. “Waking Amy” is a chick read. It deals with the ups and downs of a thirty year old girl who’s dealing with trying to salvage her declining marriage. The guy who’s coaching and helping in the mission is sort of a distraction. Taking her mind a little off the goal. Still, she tries to remain focused. Here is a sample:

My routine was off-kilter the next day. Not only wasn’t I going to work as usual, and Wesley wasn’t home like every day, but my core felt different. I barely slept the night before, replaying the moment that stood out from any other in my life. As if someone had finally found the cord and plugged me in.

Today I felt like a ripped sheet, fluttering in the wind. It was only yesterday that I had a plan. Heck, last week I thought I had a husband and a future. Nothing was a sure thing anymore. Nothing but this feeling of chronic jitters I had adopted that came from kissing Dr. Mark Reilly. Comparable to a dope addict who no longer had a fix or a way to find a fix. I was now ten steps from the direction I had started out. Turned around and still spinning. The roller coaster ride was compliments of Mark, too. I grabbed my journal next to the bed and opened it to a blank sheet. Visual evidence of why I couldn’t think of him and that kiss would have to be realized and written down.

  1. Mark Reilly has probably slept with half of the female population in the greater part of Portland, never having gone on a second date with any of them.
  2. I’m married.
  3. He’s a player. I’m his quest. I’m tomorrow’s trash in his female recycle bin.
  4. I’m married.
  5. I’m married and Wesley will be a different man when I become a different woman. We will be happy.
  6. Forget Mark Reilly. It’s only business.

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