Monday, July 27, 2015

Everyone Loves a Bargain—Wounded Hearts is now $1.99

Wounded Hearts is now on sale for $1.99 at the following online bookstore.
Page Foundry

I hope you'll grab a copy and get one for a friend also!

Many thanks,


Thursday, July 23, 2015

I'm Convalescing Again—Shamrocks and Travel Trailers

This is the second time in just over two years that I've been off my feet. This time I tripped over a parking stop and landed on my left knee fracturing the patella and tibia. After six days in a stabilizing brace, I saw the orthopedic doctor. After more x-rays he put me in another brace and I'm to go back in three weeks. I'm so grateful I don't need surgery.

You'd think sitting around I'd be able to get a lot of writing done, but I'm not comfortable so haven't made much progress. I don't hurt, I just can't relax.
@Alexander Raths on

I'm working on two stories at the same time. One is a Historical Western Romance that takes place in 1890. The Irish heroine is fleeing Ireland to get away and hide from her step-father. My working title is A Shamrock in Texas.

The horseshoe in the picture was supposed to symbolize Texas. From my reading I learned, it, along with the four-leaf clover, symbolize luck. When used as a decorative piece, if the shoe is open to the bottom, you can lose all you've gathered. Turn it open side up, to fill it up again.

@3quarks on
The second story is a Women's Fiction set in current time Dallas. My working title is It's My Turn. I can't tell you much about it or I'll be giving away the story line. I will say it involves a retro pink travel trailer and though serious, has some humorous moments.

I've had this "thing" for a travel trailer lately, especially a retro one, and my husband keeps saying "No." He'd rather stay in a motel, and truthfully I do to, but I think they're so cute and I miss those earlier days. We had a travel trailer when the kids were young, but let's face it, they can be a lot of work. Plus you need a place to park them and you need special insurance to cover damage.

I hope you'll leave me a comment today. I'm particularly interested in your interest in travel trailers, especially those retro one. If I could pick anyone I wanted, I'd chose one that is turquoise and white and pull it with a 1957 turquoise and white Thunderbird. Of course I couldn't pull a very big trailer but that's okay.

What would you chose. Look at the pictures on Pintrest.

Happy Reading and Writing,


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Wounded Hearts — A touching novella about love and war.

Wounded Hearts, a contemporary novella, is available for pre-order now on Amazon. It  goes on sale July 4th and is a perfect story for celebrating America's Independence.

I love the cover. Thanks to design artist Diana Carlile for this beautiful cover. Visit her blog to see her work.

Sarah Lawson's fiancé Logan Miller died in Afghanistan. She receives a text from a war buddy, Brandon Perdue, who wants to meet and deliver a message from Logan.

Physically and emotionally scarred, Brandon values Sarah's friendship. In time Sarah finds herself attracted to him and wants their relationship to deepen, but he fears she's projecting her feelings for Logan on to him.    


“I’m sorry, mister. I didn’t mean nothing bad about what I said.”
“I know you didn’t, young man.” Would he ever get used to his changed voice? The heat and gasoline fumes had permanently damaged his vocal cords. “No offense taken. I realize my face is hard to gaze upon, especially by someone so young.”
He shuffled his feet. “Ah, you don’t look so bad.”
Brandon couldn’t hide his grin, though his mouth twisted in a grotesque way when he did so, but the kid didn’t flinch. “That’s mighty kind of you to say.”
“Was you in the war?”
He cleared his throat. “Yes, I was.”
The boy hung his head. “I’m sorry.” He looked up giving Brandon a clear view of his innocent brown eyes. He chewed on his lip a minute. “Can I give you a hug?”
Tears stung Brandon’s eyes and a knot formed in his hoarse throat. “I’d love a hug, especially from a fine young man such as you.”
The child launched himself at Brandon and two skinny arms squeezed his neck tight. Brandon hugged him close, shut his eyes, and breathed in the little boy smell—a mixture of soap, dirt, and chocolate milk.
Brandon released him. “Thank you. That hug was better than an ice cream cone.”
“You bet. Now run along and tell your mom we’re square.”
He grinned, waved, and ran to the door where his mother waited. Brandon nodded to the woman. She smiled and mouthed “Thank you.”

He watched them cross the street, heat radiating off the pavement. His heart ached. How he’d love to have a child or two, but there was little chance of that now. With his ugly facial burns, no woman with sight would marry someone with his horrid scars.

I hope you'll order your copy of Wounded Hearts and please leave a review when you've finished reading. I value your opinion.

Happy Reading and Writing!