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Something happened last January. I have to live with that. What happened after that is not on me. What happened before that, well, pretty soon here you can decide for yourself. Some stories just need to be told. And some should never be - like this one. I'm telling it anyway. Take a deep breath, you'll see what I mean. Friendly Advice . . . I'm going to recount the day of Curt's funeral here by the hours as they actually happened. Then I'm going to throw in some family chronicles along the way. Pay close attention or you'll be lost - perhaps, as lost as Curt. Want more . . . Normal is about what you think is normal; what's normal to you. But a normal family? What's that? Families are endlessly varied and complex. There are families with the unemployed brother-in-law who won't move out at 38-years-old and the pregnant niece at fifteen; the ones where somebody bad is cheating on somebody nice, and the rest have at least one who is about to get fired or arrested, killed or married. Sorry, was that part redundant? Then amongst all that mayhem are the totally wonderful family members who provide the glue for the erratic, yet utterly predictable, antics of that first group. And together, this combination of sinister, sorry, and sensational actually do amalgamate into a fairly normal family of today. At least now we have a baseline. Anyway, most of this story is true so I've changed the names; you'd do the same. It helps me to think of it as fiction. Sort of. And since nobody really knows everything about everybody - or even everything about anybody - then I believe we'll continue.
Come fall in love with four generations of Halleran women. They're funny and fun, and you'll wonder why anyone ever looked so hard for a glass slipper, when all they needed was the perfect pair of Oyster Pumps . . . The whole idea came about over that time honored question of "Who am I going to marry?" And like it or not, there comes a time in every girl's life when her heart seems to be in absolute peril over it. Sometimes it's an nine-year-old who whispers, "I hope I marry someone just like you, Daddy." Or maybe a daydreaming teenager who fancies herself in a princess gown, complete with worthy prince, and thinking, "is this the man I'll marry?" It becomes more obsessive when you're twenty-something and your friends are all married, and you're back to that first question of, "Who am I going to marry?!" Notice the difference: the exclamation point added to the end; in your thirties you're allowed two of those. In your forties, you're sure you must have missed the right man when he came along, which truthfully, ranks right up there with the first question in power of control over the female heart: "Will I even know Mr. Right when he comes along?!" A good exclamation point is usually appropriate on this one right from the get-go. Now what if I told you that Grandma Halleran had come up with a sure-fired way to eliminate all that angst? Are you hooked yet? 'Cause you're gonna love Grandma's idea.
THIS IS MORE INCREDIBLE THAN ANYTHING YOU'VE EVER DREAMED POSSIBLE . . . How these two storylines intertwine will leave you breathless. How they ultimately resolve will capture your heart and lift your imagination to a final glistening revelation. Come along on this unpredictable journey blending matters of the heart with matters of the hereafter. Want more . . . VIVIENNE's bond with her daughter AnnMeade is something to behold. In the evenings they settle into their favorite cuddling spot for bedtime stories. As Vivienne winds and weaves the most hypnotizing tales of fantastic people with the most impossible lives, you'll be quite certain these are not your grandmother's classics. These stories belong to Annie alone. As surreal as Vivienne is, JULIAN MASTERS is a hot mess. He's also handsome and gifted, and blessed with a remarkable wife and daughter who completely get and accept him. He's about to surprise them that he's landed the prestigious renovation contract at Oxford which means moving from Virginia all the way to England. Fortunately for Julian, Fifie and Button think two years of high teas and foggy mornings in the English countryside sound six ways of wonderful. But time will soon reveal the life-changing eventualities that await them across the pond. This story may change how you feel about a lot of things . . . enjoy.
Rich Stryker is an ex cop turned private eye with a badass reputation of getting things done.His typical cases are the usual thefts and cheating spouses, Glenda and Carl Nelson have asked for his help in finding their missing teenage granddaughter.With a corrupt force and limited clues, how will Rich manage this one?As usual, he will need his quick witted assistant, Amanda, and his hard hitting Dojo training.This is an 18,500 word quick read Novella packed with action.It's sure to please readers with a thirst for an action packed story.
Seventeen year old twins, Alex and Caleb, left their family and their authoritarian encampment that has been living in isolation for over fifty years. Are there any great cities left behind from the wars, floods, fires and destruction of the past or is there nothing out there to find? Will leaving their lives and loved ones be worth it? The fourth and final book of the Defiant series. A 50,000 word YA dystopian novel for lovers of the Divergent and Hunger Games.
Seventeen Year olds, Alex and Caleb left their family and the authoritarian encampment that has been living in isolation for over fifty years. The journey has been hard, they met new friends, but will they find the help they need? Is there a city out there in the ruins of what used to be the United States? This is the third book in the Defiant Young Adult dystopian series. A fast paced novel for lovers of Divergent and the Hunger Games.
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