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Sweetwood Scandal Excerpt

Sweetwood Scandal Excerpt

Nancy steadied herself. She was a bartender. He was a customer. This was not complicated. She took another deep breath and made a slow, nonchalant meander to the bar. Jacob was so hyper-focused on his phone that he didn’t see her approach. She picked up a bar towel...
Sweetwood Secret Excerpt

Sweetwood Secret Excerpt

As soon as Holly landed in Chattanooga, she took out her phone to text Max. Anything?             He’s not at the cabin, Holly. And I didn’t see anything suspicious. Okay. Thanks for looking. I appreciate it.             Are you still coming out here? Yes, of course....
The Villain in My Story

The Villain in My Story

Every compelling story needs a villain the reader loves to hate. He or she is the antagonist—the driving force behind the plot, the character who creates conflict and makes the hero’s journey meaningful. Without a villain, a novel can feel flat and...
Congrats.

Congrats.

At precisely 7:55, I begin to close up the gallery. For the past eight hours, I have had one customer (an elderly woman asking to use our washroom) and one phone call (wrong number). This has got to be the least successful art gallery in Canada. But why do I even...
Clarity is a Love Language

Clarity is a Love Language

*excerpt from my novel-in-progress, The Lonely People “I don’t have the energy for her,” said Sarah with a flip of her thick brown hair as she and Manfred walked a local, heavily-wooded trail on a mild February afternoon. The sun was high above them,...
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She moved through the trees with ease as if it was where she came from—as if she had been rooted and born here. Her long black hair draped gracefully over her dark green cape, and her worn brown boots made the barest of thuds against the mossy floor of the forest. He...
Baby Girl

Baby Girl

I gathered her hair in my hands and attempted the braid she requested. My daughter, now nine years old, was keenly aware of her appearance and valued it. She was particular about colours (bright) about pants (tight) and about jewelry (never too much). To me, this...
Sweetwood Excerpt

Sweetwood Excerpt

Excerpt from  The Sweetwood Series, Book 2 Back at the hotel, Jacob headed straight for the shower knowing it was the only way to ensure his mother would leave him alone. Minutes later though, she was knocking at the door. “Darlin’? Jacob, honey, it’s your mother.” He...
A Miraculous Back and Forth

A Miraculous Back and Forth

Because some days, we don’t know where we want to go; we just know we’re not ready to go home. I always landed at her doorstep. She was everyone I had ever known and all of those whom I still had yet to meet. She had eyes that knew, with irises that were...