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I'm a writer. I've always been fascinated by the paranormal, books, movies, unexplained mysteries. My fascination tends to creep into my writing.


Happy Holidays!

The scent of cookies baking in the oven, the lights from the tree twinkling, and Christmas music filling the air are some of my favorite Christmas things. Especially when I get to share all of that with family and friends. In all honesty, the most magical part of Christmas for me is giving presents. The way their faces light up when you get them the perfect gift just makes my heart happy. Christmas is my FAVORITE time of the year. (Though, Halloween is a close second.) To spread that magical Christmas goodness, I’m giving you a present this year. For December 24th and 25th my book is free on Amazon! You can pick up your copy here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07712Z3YX Enjoy!

Book Release


Lies, Deceit, and Magic is available today in the Kindle Store!

Magic is everywhere. It shifts your perception of the world and those who live in it.
A grief stricken witch searches for answers.
An illegal enchantment is discovered.
A hunt goes wrong.
A shifter’s love is challenged.
The Planet Breaker is forced to deal with her past.
Five bite size stories to devour in one sitting.

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Just Desserts Part 3

Just Desserts Part 3

Part 3

Jackson’s hand clinched the potion bottle in his suit pocket, glancing at the closed door across the hall. Val needed him to keep tabs on Sofia, so they could figure out why Maxwell needed her.
The door opened and he pretended to look through a file. He glanced up. Sofia shut her door. He could hear her heals clicking down the hall. Jackson waited ten minutes to make sure she didn’t come back. Slowly he walked to the hall glancing both ways to make sure he wasn’t seen. He reached for the door knob, but it wouldn’t turn. He went back to his office and grabbed the letter opener from his desk drawer. As stealthy as he could he jimmied the door open, making a note to himself to buy a deadbolt for his office, because breaking into her office was too easy.
Sofia’s desk was pristine. The only personal item was a photo of Sofia and her fiancée His eyebrows rose seeing Maxwell. He sat the letter opener down and picked up the picture. He’d seen him before, at parties and fund-raisers that he hadn’t been invited to, but no one seemed to object to his presence. Jackson didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Maxwell was tall, slim, and it looked like he paid a hundred bucks for his preppy haircut. Jackson was confident that he could beat him in a fist fight. Not that Jackson had been in many fist fights, but he stayed in shape to look good for work events. He rifled through her desk. Nothing was out of the ordinary. He did notice one of the items he’d been sent to retrieve. Her half empty coffee cup, lipstick smudge in tact. Jackson took the vial out of his pocket. He opened the yellow potion and rubbed the cork on her lipstick smudge. He corked the vial and shook the potion until it changed to blue, and pocketed the potion.
Sofia seems innocent so far. Maybe I shouldn’t give Val the potion?
Jackson turned to leave, and noticed something strange at the bottom of her desk. The bottom board didn’t meet the corner like it should. He touched it, and it moved really easy. He pulled out the contents and was shocked. There were personal files on some very important people. Including Jackson. Pictures, articles, lots of personal info, and handwritten observations for each person. He opened his file. Bank records, allies, political contacts, and observations. ‘Fiancée is having a really obvious affair with her boss. Jackson doesn’t pay enough attention to notice. Easy to manipulate.’
His stomach tightened. He quickly took pictures of the files and text them to Val. He heard someone walking down the hall and shoved the files back into the hiding place. The door opened.
Sofia froze seeing him behind her desk. “How did you get in here? The door was locked.”
He straightened, leveling her with his most serious stare. “The door was open. I was just leaving you a note. Glad you have the luxury of leaving the office whenever you want to.”
She stormed into her office and sat in her chair. “What do you need?”
“Do you have the bids for the contractors?” he asked.
“No, they’re on your desk.”
“No they’re not. Why would I have come in here if I wasn’t missing the file I was supposed to have this morning?” Jackson asked, crossing his arms.
Sofia silently got up, walked into Jackson’s office, and picked a folder up from his desk.
“Oh, I must have over looked that,” Jackson stumbled, opening the folder so he didn’t have to look her in the eye.
She started to leave, and turned back. “Oh, next time don’t forget your letter opener,” she said, tossing it on his desk. “Stay out of my office.” She slammed her door behind her.
“Crap,” Jackson said.

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Just Desserts 2

Just Desserts 2

Sorry, missed my Friday deadline. I’ll try to post The Sweetest Part 3 this week too. Happy reading!

“Where am I? What happened?” Jackson asked. He wrenched his eyelids open trying to make sense of things. He looked around recognizing his office. Sitting across the desk from him was Val. “What did you do?” he demanded. He tried to stand. He fell back in his chair weak from the magic.
“How do you feel?” Val asked. She crossed her arms over her chest.
Jackson was shaking with fear and anger. He decided to embrace the anger to outplay the fear. “Peachy. Why are we here?”
“Look, you have three choices. One, you can drink this potion,” she said, sitting a bottle with green goo in front of him. “It will make you forget everything about magic, about me, other than my awesome bakery.”
“Why would I trust you? It’s probably poisoned or I’ll wake up with you creeping over me again!”
“Look if I was a murderer I wouldn’t need your help at all. That asshole would already be planted by Jimmy Hoffa.”  Val leaned forward to reach the Newton’s cradle on his desk. She pulled back a silver ball, releasing it. She watched them clang back and forth.
He raised an eyebrow. “You know where Jimmy Hoffa is buried?”
“Jackson, I won’t hurt you.”
He stared her down. “You already did when you did your voodoo on Alice and me.”
“She was already sleeping with her boss. I had nothing to do with them eloping. That was all her. Isn’t it better you know she’s a cheater now, instead of marriage and two point five kids later?”
“What are my other two options?” he asked, glancing at the scotch on his desk.
“You can leave and report me to authorities. I did drug you and kidnap you, basically,” Val said, following his glance.
“Or?” he asked.
“Or, you can help me finish my plan,” Val said. She got up and poured two drinks.
“She was really cheating on me?” Jackson asked.
“Yep, for a few years.”
He paled. They’d only been together two years. “What’s your plan?” He grabbed one of the glasses she poured.
“Sofia May works for you?” Val asked, taking a sip.
“Why?” he asked.
“She’s engaged to my ex. I want to make him pay.”
“What did he do that was so bad that you’d go to this much trouble?”
Val downed her scotch. She stared into her empty glass. “He’s very powerful. He has one of the highest positions in the magical world, which is weird. There are only four Area Coven Leaders on this continent, and they’re all from prominent wealthy lines of magic. He has a strange proportion of power for his background. He had little money, but he’s quickly rising through the ranks. We met five years ago. He was so smug, I wanted to put him in his place and he wanted to put me on my back. Two years ago I finally gave in. We got engaged shortly after. I didn’t realize that he was using my family connections to further his career, until later. I was blinded by love.”
Jackson raised an eyebrow. “He used you, so what?”
“I found out about his affair with a woman from the High Council. I gave him an ultimatum. And he told me I’d deal with it or he’d destroy my reputation. I told him I didn’t have a reputation to get out. He- He assaulted me with his magic. He did things that are forbidden.”
Jackson reached toward her and thought better of it. He grabbed the bottle and poured another round. “I’m sorry Val. If you want to get back at him for that, why did you do the same to me?”
She froze. “I never, never did that to you. I needed you for something. You would have said no.”
“Well, we’re fake dating now. We went to a function together tonight.”
He stared at her, shocked. “The dinner?”
“Yeah. You’re in a political position and Max is making political allies. Will you help me?”
“Why not go to the police?” Jackson asked.
“We can’t go to the normal police, and he has our police in his pocket.”
“I’ll help you, if you promise to never use your magic on me again,” he said, extending his hand toward her to shake on it.
“That’s easy. I can’t use my magic,” Val said, swallowing the last of her drink.
He dropped his hand. “But, you broke us up and your magic bakery. You use magic all the time.”
She picked up the potion again waving it in front of him. “Potions aren’t considered magic, not really. Magic is way more powerful, but I promise only consensual potions and no magic.” She extended her hand to him and they shook.

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Just Desserts

Part 1

At Val’s Sweets, she knows what you need before you walk through the door.

The bell jingled and Val grinned, “Hi Ed!”

“Okay, today’s the day I stump you,” Ed said, bouncing with excitement.

“Shoot,” she replied, untying the bag she’d prepared earlier on the counter.

He said, “One chocolate cupcake, two of each flavor cookie-”

“And two cups of coffee,” Val finished showing him everything he asked for was in the bag.

“I don’t know how you do it!” he said throwing his hands in the air.

Val smiled waving the goodies under his nose. He dropped a twenty on the counter and muttered, “Tomorrow,” under his breath.

Laughing, Val grabbed a box and filled it with cinnamon rolls. She sat two cookies on top of the box. They were very special cookies she’d made with a very specific, very angry person in mind.

The door was yanked open slamming the bells against the door.

Val said, “Welcome-”

“Screw you witch!” Jackson yelled.

She raised an eyebrow. “Sir?”

“You ruined my engagement!” he yelled l, shoving his finger in her face.

Val stepped back with raised arms. “I’m sorry. What do you mean?”

“We came to this “magical” bakery for a cake tasting for our wedding. The next day she’s eloping with her boss. You put stuff in the cake to make her hate me,” he said.

“Oh, my gosh! I’m so sorry she left you! Here sit,” she said ushering him to a table, the boxed treats under one arm. “Have some cookies and coffee. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“What? I’m not eating anything that you’ve poisoned. I’m not the only one that thinks you add something extra to this stuff,” he said, gesturing to the case of cakes and cookies. “People are starting to notice.”

Val grabbed one of the cookies taking a bite. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. You sound like you’ve been through the ringer. My engagement recently fell through, so I understand.”

He sat down and took a bite of the cookie.

“We’ve all heard the rumors about this place. I just thought, if you didn’t do it with magic what happened?” he asked, sipping his coffee. “We were in love.”

“Technically, I never said I didn’t do it,” she said, smirking.

He blinked. “What? You actually used magic to separate us? Why?”

“Ahh, the cue to reveal my evil plan. I’m sorry no time. You’re going to feel a little lightheaded in…” She glanced at her watch. “Three, two, one.”

Jackson bolted to the door. The bells rang as his face slammed into the glass sliding to the floor. He laid there, unmoving with his face pressed up against the glass.

“The final piece is in place. Revenge on that lying cheating jerk will be the sweetest. Come Jackson. We have work to do,” Val said, shutting off the lights.

Jackson’s eyes shot open. He slowly stood. “Yes, my love.”

Reevaluating the Plan

Reevaluating the Plan

I’m turning thirty in November. I’m not freaking out about it, and I probably won’t. Birthdays in general make me reevaluate my life and adjust accordingly. It’s like a yearly reminder to make sure my plan is on track. Did things turn out like I’d hoped? (Not even close.) Did I meet the goals I set for myself? (Some, but not the big ones.) Am I happy with my life right now? (Mostly.) What do I need to change to meet my goals? (Excellent question.)

I set a goal for myself several years ago to have a book published before I turn thirty. So, I did publish the journal, and you’re like that counts. Goal check! And thank you, but I know that’s not what I meant when I wrote that goal. I can’t lie to myself. I meant my fiction.

I’ve always loved that you can stare at a few marks on a page and be transplanted into a  completely fictional world created by the person that took the time to share their stories. Seems like writing is easy, right? You just sit in front of your computer and type. Honestly, writing is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my entire life. But, I love writing so much. Even if that means reading the same passage for two days trying to make it sound like real life speech or that a fight scene is believable.

Which consequently brings me back to my goals. I’m sharing my plan with you to keep me honest.

The Plan:

  • Write 1,000 words a day. Everyday.
  • Post a weekly story on this blog. Minimum 500 words.
  • Join a writers group to help keep me on track.
  • Read a book a week about writing to help me improve my craft.
  • Read 2 to 4 fiction books a month to also help me improve my craft.

Five small, but doable things that will help get me on track to doing what I love full-time. Wish me luck!