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What’s Your Preference?

Do you like to read fiction?

I hope so!

Maybe you read women’s fiction, suspense, humor, or supernatural fiction.

If you want to get absorbed in an incredibly meaty, profound, and moving book, pick up a copy of my novel, What She Didn’t Know.

If you prefer to take a virtual trip to an island, enjoy a bit of romance, and an emotional, spiritual journey, pick up a copy of my novel, Passage of Promise.

If you like to laugh a lot and enjoy satire, download my short story ebook, The Rocky Retreat.

If you prefer a sweet, touching, and suspenseful book, pick up a copy of my novella, Behind the Stone House.

If you like to laugh, cry, enjoy a virtual vacation, romance, and the supernatural/spiritual, pre-order or pick up a copy of my newest novella, Painted with Good Intentions, May 5, 2022.

Finally, if they all sound appealing (which would be awesome! Ha ha!), get yourself all of them!

And if you do read them and enjoy them, please leave a nice review/rating on Amazon (and Goodreads and B&N if you’d like!).

Happy reading!

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Get a Head Start on Your Next Adventure!

Out on May 5, 2022, is my fantastic, fun, romantic, suspenseful, and supernatural novella, Painted with Good Intentions

Come travel with Christina and Nathan to the gorgeous Greek island of Santorini and enjoy the sights and adventures! 

Available on Amazon, B&N, and other online retail. 

Pre-order now and get started on your virtual vacation!

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ROADS (Guest Blog Post Poem)

texas big bend dirt path

This poem was written by my oldest son, Nicholas, last night.

 

ROADS

 

Roads of many kind,

Roads that go to many places,

Roads that tell a tale.

 

The one worth traveling,

Is not easy,

Is not clear.

 

It is but a dirt road,

No wider than one car,

And as barren as a desert.

 

All the other roads look so much nicer,

Easier to travel on,

Common sense.

 

It tells me that the clean roads would be easier,

But they lead to cities,

Cities of crime and uncleanliness.

 

Yes, cities of sorrow and despair,

Cities of anger and hatred,

Cities of gloom and darkness.

 

Yet, those are the most traveled roads,

Wide and easy to navigate, and not as barren,

Everybody takes them, so why not I?

 

Yet, the Beaten Road,

It does call me,

But it’s only on the breeze.

 

It’s only a whisper that tells me,

While the other roads clang loud,

Sometimes it hard to tell.

 

Then one car, I see, stops,

A young man gets out,

And leaves his car.

 

And then I see him walk down the Beaten Road,

Struggles, as he does,

To continue down that path.

 

I jump out of my car,

To lend the poor man,

A hand.

 

He looks up at me with sorrow,

And whispers,

“Thank you.”

 

Hand-in-hand,

We head down that Beaten Road,

Leaving behind all pleasures.

 

Because sometimes,

The best places,

Are the hardest to reach.