Do you love second chance stories? Then have I got a novella for you!
Like many of my stories, this one was inspired by a song: One More Time by Lynyrd Skynyrd, the tale of two people spending one more night together. In my story, however, there is a happier ending.
It's been a while since I released a contemporary novella, and a second-chance at love one at that. The idea has been kicking around in my brain for a few months now, and finally made it to the page.
What if life gave you an unexpected opportunity to reconnect with someone you loved, still loved, but thought gone forever?
Now I must watch the latest big chance slip through my fingers, thanks to a snowstorm standing between me and the high-paying job that might finally make me feel worthy. Snowed in at the airport, I come face to face with my biggest regret.
Quinn, the man I loved for ten years. The man I still love. The man I unceremoniously threw away. Seeing Quinn drives home all that I willingly, and emptily, sacrificed.
Perhaps, in my search for belonging, I’ll see a chance to stop grasping at an elusive future, and instead embrace an unexpected second chance in the present.
Curl up with this gay romance by the award-winning Eden Winters if your soul yearns for hope, new beginnings, and a satisfying happy ending.
One more time is now available for preorder at Amazon, releasing April 16, and will be offered on KU.
My husband and I have a small herd of goats, and this past month has been kidding season. Most of the babies did fine with their mothers, but we had a tragedy too.
One poor goat gave birth to four tiny babies. We thought they were all dead until one moved. We brought him into the house, cleaned him, wrapped him, then tried to get milk from the mama for his feeding, as he was too weak to stand and nurse.
That's when we found the problem. Mama goat was sick, so we wound up caring for her, and keeping the baby in the house since there was no way she could tend him. He woke me up the first few nights for feeding, but then we got into a routine. He's now a week old, and I think it's safe to say he's out of the woods. He's still tiny, much smaller than the goatlings born after him, but he's sassy and healthy and bouncing everywhere, as kids are bound to do.
I've posted a few videos on my Facebook page of the cute things he does. We named him Squeaker for the little noises he makes.
Goats aren't solitary creatures, so I occasionally bring in another kid for play dates and watch them bounce, headbutt each other, and try to climb anything in sight.
I know one day he'll be old enough to join the herd, but for now? He's my little house goat.
I think everybody needs one.
Happy New Year! Yeah, 2020 is finally gone! Can you believe it?
How about an exicting book to read during these cold (or hot, depending on locations) days? Or better yet, how about three?
If you haven’t yet started reading the Diversion series, now is the time. Until January 15, Diversion Box Set Vol 1 has been marked down to $1.99 on Amazon
I'm sorry that it's been a while since I posted, but I have good news to share. Well, good news and bad news for Diversion fans.
The time has come for Bo and Lucky to get their happy ever after. It's been ten years since I first started writing the series, and now it's time to wrap up the loose ends.
Benediction (Diversion 9) is now availabe for pre-order at Amazon. But that's not all! I've included a bonus novella: Domestication (Diversion 9.1) that I hope will deliver the satisfying ending Diversion readers have hoped for.
"Are you afraid yet? You should be."
Undercover narcotics agent and former drug trafficker Lucky Harrison paid his debt to society and now lives a law-abiding life, complete with a home, a man he loves, and their son.
An old enemy lurks in the shadows, threatening all he holds dear. A dead witness. A kidnapping attempt. Arson. All send the message: "I’m coming for you." Hiding in Atlanta’s underbelly, always one step ahead of Lucky, the killer will stop at nothing to exact revenge on the man who thwarted his plans.
But if anyone thinks they’re going to take away the perfect world Lucky’s created, they’d better think again.
Pre-order your copy today at Amazon.
I apologize for my extended absence from my blog. I hadn't realized how much time had gotten away from me.
Today's post isn't about my latest book, review, or writing. No, today I pay tribute to someone very dear to me, fellow author P.D. Singer.
Pam and I met on a fanfiction site around 2005, struck up a friendship, and online friends became "visit you at your house" friends. We goaded each other into writing our first books, and held each other's hands through waiting for responses from publishers, revamping rejected books, and celebrating the good times. I've not published a single story that didn't get her seal of approval, and I did the same for her. She was my writing partner, my friend, and my sister of the heart.
We saw each other at conventions, author events, and just because we wanted too. Four years ago she acted as an attendant at my wedding.
We didn't know anything was wrong until mid-August, when she experienced a seizure. Several days and many tests later it was discovered that she had stage four metastatic breast cancer.
I was able to visit with her before she passed. We shared stories of our times together, chatted about writing, and agreed we'd have more adventures one day..I held her hand as I had many times before, and just tried to be there for her.
She lost her battle with the formidible enemy on October 1, two days after I returned home.
People handle strong emotion many ways. I release my feelings with words, in particular, peotry. The stronger the emotion, the more the words pour our of me. This poem wrote itself in four minutes, the day I purchased my plane ticket to visit her one last time.
The Road
Rest in peace, my friend.
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