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May 14, 2020
Huh...
I never know how long to make these posts, but wanted to provide an update.
First off, the support, reviews, and sales for Cherish and Simon. You all are rockstars and blow me away! Even if you didn't entirely enjoy the books, Madeline and I thank you guys from the bottom of our hearts for giving us a chance. We are beyond humbled.
Second, we've been getting a lot of questions about when Cherish and Simon: The Third Year is coming out. As excited as we are to get the ball rolling on that story, we have other series that need love now. But our plan is have it release in 2021! We are constantly working to make that plan a reality!
Third, (I'm really bad. I HAVE to update our website.) I will let you all in to what we are working on right now.
WIP: Mister Jackson and Miss Daughtry
The World We Once Knew IV
Editing: nothing at the moment
What's coming next: The final book in Googly!!!
When Googly ends we will be replacing it in the lineup with a darker tale on Romance!! We can't wait and will update again soon. Happy Reading!!
Eva.
First off, the support, reviews, and sales for Cherish and Simon. You all are rockstars and blow me away! Even if you didn't entirely enjoy the books, Madeline and I thank you guys from the bottom of our hearts for giving us a chance. We are beyond humbled.
Second, we've been getting a lot of questions about when Cherish and Simon: The Third Year is coming out. As excited as we are to get the ball rolling on that story, we have other series that need love now. But our plan is have it release in 2021! We are constantly working to make that plan a reality!
Third, (I'm really bad. I HAVE to update our website.) I will let you all in to what we are working on right now.
WIP: Mister Jackson and Miss Daughtry
The World We Once Knew IV
Editing: nothing at the moment
What's coming next: The final book in Googly!!!
When Googly ends we will be replacing it in the lineup with a darker tale on Romance!! We can't wait and will update again soon. Happy Reading!!
Eva.
February 13, 2020
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
What do you do after a nap, chocolates, wine, and 15 minutes of a good time? Why read....or watch television....but READ of course!! All our books are on sale for 99 cents!
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October 29, 2019
About Damn Time.
OOOKAY So we are a day late buuuut...... here is the first and probably last excerpt to Googly! Afterall, it comes out on Friday! Enjoy!
Forgoing the napkin altogether, Claire placed a hand over her mouth and wiped it clean, “Well. Time to go.” She muttered before pushing herself to her feet. Walking away she bumped against his back. Stumbling back a bit, she glared up at him, “Why did you stop?!”
Pushing past, she hurried up the creaky steps shaking her head. Her stomach bubbled causing her to feel as though she was going to lose her lunch. Cupping a hand over her mouth, she glanced back at him to make sure he followed and hurried to their broom closet bathroom.
“Oh god.” She groaned out loud while her knees hit the floor in front of the porcelain. The moment she opened her eyes, she caught sight of the crust beneath the seat. What should have made her even sicker, dried up what ill feelings she had. There was no way she would vomit there. Coughing instead, she pressed an arm against her mouth and gagged
.
Garret squatted near her before he pulled on her arm and brought her to her feet, “Hey! Are you crazy? It’s disgusting down there!” Leading her out of the bathroom, he sat her down on the edge of the bed. With a quick glance, he walked across the room, grabbed a bucket that was clearly intended to catch dripping water from the leaky ceiling, and pushed it in her lap, “Use this instead.” He said.
Snot ran from her nose as she continuously wiped it away. A person couldn't even throw up properly in this hell hole. From the crying, the heat, the walking, and dinner, there was a hard thudding against her forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut in the palm of her hand as she sighed, "What purgatory is this? I just want to..." Her words fell away when she peered into the bucket and saw eyes looking back at her.
"GRAAAAH!!!! Kill it! Kill it!" She called throwing it across the room with a metal clang.
At her sudden panicked flurry, Garret froze in shock, “What! What is it?!” he called in fear of something more serious. Two large spiders scurried from within the bucket running in opposite directions; one losing itself under the bed.
Another shriek echoed in the room. Her small body pushed itself across the mattress and over the edge. Her back hit against Garret's makeshift bed with a thump. Groaning out loud, her feet and legs were propped in the air, "Ow. H-help!"
About to make a smart-ass comment, he then heard her feeble call. Blowing out, he walked around the side of the bed only to find her folded in on herself. He couldn’t help the laugh echoing through the room.
"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?! IT'S NOT FUNNY JERK!" she complained in a burst of anger. Even so, she still held her arms up for his assistance like the damsel she was.
Still chuckling, he did what she asked and picked her up in his arms. Her legs hung over his elbows while his arm steadied her back. She was light, small, and fit in his hold perfectly. He could sustain her in the air without much of a struggle. “Little princess.” He thought to himself causing him to laugh once more.
Gazing into her face, closer than he had before, he arched an eyebrow, “Are you going to live? If you’re so worried about bugs, good luck trying to sleep.” He said.
All fell on deaf ears. Her cheeks sucked in as she looked into his eyes. With her nostrils stretched to the max, her eyelids fell shut, "If you're...here...WHO IS KILLING THE SPIDERS?!?!" She exclaimed throwing her head back with a whine.
Garret released a long sigh amid her fussing. He turned and dropped her onto the bed with a puff of dust escaping from the fibers, “Good question, especially since I’M sleeping on the floor, right?” he asked bitterly.
"Oof!! Hey! Watch it you googly eyed brute!" She shouted with a cough.
He shook out a rag and started to look around for insects because the last thing he wanted was to be woken up by her screaming.
She pushed herself on her knees and watched him tear the room apart with a flat, faded pillow locked in her grip, "Did you find it? Did you find it? Did you find it yet?" She repeated as her gaze darted to every dark crack and crevice he revealed.
Before she was able to ask again, three booming knocks sounded against the door, "What did we tell ye about premarital sex in this house?!" The woman bellowed. It was beyond obvious that this woman didn't know what sexual bliss sounded like. Knocking again, the woman's masculine tone followed, "Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge!
Nevertheless, to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband!" She chanted off verse after verse.
Claire's eyes were wide as the thoughts of spiders attacking in the night began to close in on her. She slowly rose to her feet on the mattress and threw her head back, "Where are they!? What is this place!? We are going to die!!!" She hollered.
That only caused the woman to pound on the door once more, "I don’t know what kind of sick games ye two play in yer house of depravity, but not here!! Stop now!! Do you hear me?!"
“Jesus Christ.” Garret muttered under his breath. As the woman spouted off her delusions with Claire adding to the hysterics, he had to ask himself how the hell he ended up in this mess. Squashing a spider, two roaches, and a centipede, he balled up the rag and threw it in the corner.
Claire jumped with a hitched yelp as the cloth flew across the room. She pressed her knuckles over her mouth, “Are you sure you got everything!?! What was in that?!” she asked loudly in contest with the woman.
Turning, he wrapped his arm around her and pressed a hand to her mouth which caused her to narrow her eyes, “Shh.” He said dropping her.
She fell onto the bed with her lips curled into a frown as he dealt with the devil’s advocate.
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Forgoing the napkin altogether, Claire placed a hand over her mouth and wiped it clean, “Well. Time to go.” She muttered before pushing herself to her feet. Walking away she bumped against his back. Stumbling back a bit, she glared up at him, “Why did you stop?!”
Pushing past, she hurried up the creaky steps shaking her head. Her stomach bubbled causing her to feel as though she was going to lose her lunch. Cupping a hand over her mouth, she glanced back at him to make sure he followed and hurried to their broom closet bathroom.
“Oh god.” She groaned out loud while her knees hit the floor in front of the porcelain. The moment she opened her eyes, she caught sight of the crust beneath the seat. What should have made her even sicker, dried up what ill feelings she had. There was no way she would vomit there. Coughing instead, she pressed an arm against her mouth and gagged
.
Garret squatted near her before he pulled on her arm and brought her to her feet, “Hey! Are you crazy? It’s disgusting down there!” Leading her out of the bathroom, he sat her down on the edge of the bed. With a quick glance, he walked across the room, grabbed a bucket that was clearly intended to catch dripping water from the leaky ceiling, and pushed it in her lap, “Use this instead.” He said.
Snot ran from her nose as she continuously wiped it away. A person couldn't even throw up properly in this hell hole. From the crying, the heat, the walking, and dinner, there was a hard thudding against her forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut in the palm of her hand as she sighed, "What purgatory is this? I just want to..." Her words fell away when she peered into the bucket and saw eyes looking back at her.
"GRAAAAH!!!! Kill it! Kill it!" She called throwing it across the room with a metal clang.
At her sudden panicked flurry, Garret froze in shock, “What! What is it?!” he called in fear of something more serious. Two large spiders scurried from within the bucket running in opposite directions; one losing itself under the bed.
Another shriek echoed in the room. Her small body pushed itself across the mattress and over the edge. Her back hit against Garret's makeshift bed with a thump. Groaning out loud, her feet and legs were propped in the air, "Ow. H-help!"
About to make a smart-ass comment, he then heard her feeble call. Blowing out, he walked around the side of the bed only to find her folded in on herself. He couldn’t help the laugh echoing through the room.
"WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?! IT'S NOT FUNNY JERK!" she complained in a burst of anger. Even so, she still held her arms up for his assistance like the damsel she was.
Still chuckling, he did what she asked and picked her up in his arms. Her legs hung over his elbows while his arm steadied her back. She was light, small, and fit in his hold perfectly. He could sustain her in the air without much of a struggle. “Little princess.” He thought to himself causing him to laugh once more.
Gazing into her face, closer than he had before, he arched an eyebrow, “Are you going to live? If you’re so worried about bugs, good luck trying to sleep.” He said.
All fell on deaf ears. Her cheeks sucked in as she looked into his eyes. With her nostrils stretched to the max, her eyelids fell shut, "If you're...here...WHO IS KILLING THE SPIDERS?!?!" She exclaimed throwing her head back with a whine.
Garret released a long sigh amid her fussing. He turned and dropped her onto the bed with a puff of dust escaping from the fibers, “Good question, especially since I’M sleeping on the floor, right?” he asked bitterly.
"Oof!! Hey! Watch it you googly eyed brute!" She shouted with a cough.
He shook out a rag and started to look around for insects because the last thing he wanted was to be woken up by her screaming.
She pushed herself on her knees and watched him tear the room apart with a flat, faded pillow locked in her grip, "Did you find it? Did you find it? Did you find it yet?" She repeated as her gaze darted to every dark crack and crevice he revealed.
Before she was able to ask again, three booming knocks sounded against the door, "What did we tell ye about premarital sex in this house?!" The woman bellowed. It was beyond obvious that this woman didn't know what sexual bliss sounded like. Knocking again, the woman's masculine tone followed, "Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but whoremongers and adulterers God will judge!
Nevertheless, to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband!" She chanted off verse after verse.
Claire's eyes were wide as the thoughts of spiders attacking in the night began to close in on her. She slowly rose to her feet on the mattress and threw her head back, "Where are they!? What is this place!? We are going to die!!!" She hollered.
That only caused the woman to pound on the door once more, "I don’t know what kind of sick games ye two play in yer house of depravity, but not here!! Stop now!! Do you hear me?!"
“Jesus Christ.” Garret muttered under his breath. As the woman spouted off her delusions with Claire adding to the hysterics, he had to ask himself how the hell he ended up in this mess. Squashing a spider, two roaches, and a centipede, he balled up the rag and threw it in the corner.
Claire jumped with a hitched yelp as the cloth flew across the room. She pressed her knuckles over her mouth, “Are you sure you got everything!?! What was in that?!” she asked loudly in contest with the woman.
Turning, he wrapped his arm around her and pressed a hand to her mouth which caused her to narrow her eyes, “Shh.” He said dropping her.
She fell onto the bed with her lips curled into a frown as he dealt with the devil’s advocate.
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October 24, 2019
Googly is Coming!
Googly has been approved for Pre-Order!! Check it out and get your copy! Release date is 11/01/2019! Last book of the year!
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Scotland. The beautiful country of highlands, glens, and budding romance. At least, that’s what Garret King wishes for while boarding a connecting flight in Toronto. He’d met his girlfriend, Myra, an unreal Scottish beauty, online weeks prior and already felt head over heels in love with her. On a whim to see where their lives could possibly go, one she never asked for, Garret was a man determined to take hold of his own destiny.
Insert Claire Monet. A high-strung, loud, brutally honest woman who plops down in the seat beside him. She too is taking a hold of her life by the reigns. Having been in a seemingly perfect relationship for the last three years, she felt it was time to meet her Scottish born lover’s family. All in hopes of a proposal.
From the moment these two are side by side, fireworks happen only…not ones of a friendly nature. Claire points out that Garret’s girlfriend is a fake while he insults her perfect relationship as a sham. With their trip being doomed from the start, and fate forcing them to stick together, both get the eyeopener they didn’t know they needed. But, there is one certainty when it comes to their misadventure.
Looks can be deceiving.
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Scotland. The beautiful country of highlands, glens, and budding romance. At least, that’s what Garret King wishes for while boarding a connecting flight in Toronto. He’d met his girlfriend, Myra, an unreal Scottish beauty, online weeks prior and already felt head over heels in love with her. On a whim to see where their lives could possibly go, one she never asked for, Garret was a man determined to take hold of his own destiny.
Insert Claire Monet. A high-strung, loud, brutally honest woman who plops down in the seat beside him. She too is taking a hold of her life by the reigns. Having been in a seemingly perfect relationship for the last three years, she felt it was time to meet her Scottish born lover’s family. All in hopes of a proposal.
From the moment these two are side by side, fireworks happen only…not ones of a friendly nature. Claire points out that Garret’s girlfriend is a fake while he insults her perfect relationship as a sham. With their trip being doomed from the start, and fate forcing them to stick together, both get the eyeopener they didn’t know they needed. But, there is one certainty when it comes to their misadventure.
Looks can be deceiving.
September 1, 2019
Once again we are live!!
Once again we are live!!! Thank you to all our supporters on this journey. My word we've been going strong for nine months in!! Pick up your copy of The World That Was, today!!!
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August 19, 2019
The World That Was Excerpt #2
I know! I know, we're late buuuut yesterday was Sunday and....we were lazy. But, on this beautifully, horrendous Monday, we are back to work giving you all a second glimpse! So, sit back and enjoy! On sale 9/1/2019, preorder now!
Five hours after she’d initially shut her eyes, Lea quickly sat up in bed after a noise outside of the room startled her awake. She gasped silently before she leaned over her lap and gripped her forehead. Glancing at the clock on the side table, she saw it was well after four in the morning. But, that wasn’t what confused her, it was the fact Adrian was out of bed; again. Sighing to herself, she was used to him roaming at random hours of the night. His sleeping habits were utter shit and she’d find him on the sofa most nights; asleep.
Getting out of the bed, a palm rubbed along her face as she paced out of the room and paused. The second bedroom was unlocked, and the door was wide open. Her breath was stolen as she stared at the bright cluster of lights along the right-hand side of the doorway. Never, in her time of being there, had the door been unlocked, let alone open. Clenching her jaw, she silently placed one foot in front of the other and leaned over.
There he was, fully dressed with gloved fingers quickly tapping along one of the keyboards hooked up to a large mainframe. Multiple screens illuminated the concentrated expression on his face. Pictures of soldiers on a dark tarmac flashed rapidly across one, a blue screen with code constantly running across a log-in box ticked away with multiple encrypted black dots.
She stepped into the doorway with her breath held. Many of the screens looked like spreadsheets working on their own and constantly updating.
But Adrian, he was focused solely on the screen in front of him.
“Espero Communications” “Speranza Foundation” and “Hoffnung Realties” were just a few names she could see around his body.
As he clicked onto another link, he glanced coolly towards another screen and moved out of the way for an additional keyboard.
Lea blinked several times as she reread the same name: Viltis Enterprises. The same company backing her mother’s hospital.
Her shoulders visibly sagged, and in a moment, she panicked. Back stepping into the master bedroom, she flicked her gaze from one side to the other. With a light pant, she clenched her jaw and swallowed.
What was his interest?
She knew Flanders was his friend and he wanted answers, but just what did he moonlight in? How did he get those pictures? She could hear him fidgeting in the other room followed by his footsteps. Frozen in the spot, she stared ahead in the dark at the doorway; waiting for him.
Going over everything he gathered, he could feel the stress sitting on his shoulders and the reality of the situation sunk in. Everything brought a toll on him. He was ridiculously sleep deprived from expelling his energy all day with Lea and working late at night.
He stopped just outside of the door to rub between his eyes with a long sigh. He needed a break and a bed. The floor creaked underfoot once he got closer and cracked across the room with the next footfall.
She watched him in silence and saw the outline of his body against the semi-lit window. He pulled off his shirt only to freeze with the fabric falling from his fingertips. Her heart stopped as he did.
He quickly pulled off the gloves as he stared at Lea’s outline in the darkness. His mind was going a mile a minute, “Hey babe, did I wake you?” he asked. Before she answered, he stepped towards her and rubbed along her shoulder; his voice groggy, “My mistake, let’s go back to sleep.” He said kissing her head in a gesture showing his fondness.
Locked in place, she didn’t pull away from him as he gently caressed her shoulder. He wasn’t angry she’d caught him, and he seemed remorseful for being up.
Why?
Thinking it’d be best to leave the fact she saw his junk room alone for now, she instead wanted to see if he’d tell her. “No, you didn’t wake me. Where did you go?” she asked.
There was a significant pause.
His silence caused her to look down and away. He felt his heart sink because he couldn’t answer with any real truth without inciting more questions. Questions led to complications and complications led to… He didn’t want to think about it. Sighing, he shook his head with one knee on the mattress, “I couldn’t sleep, so instead of waking you up with my pacing, I went for a walk. Same old.” He lied.
She couldn’t dispute with what he said because she knew of his odd sleeping habits. This wasn’t the first time he’d left, and they’d gone for a late-night walk before. Not wanting to start an argument or get into a discussion she wasn’t ready for, she knew it was the wrong move, but he hadn’t given her a reason to lose her trust.
Not yet.
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Five hours after she’d initially shut her eyes, Lea quickly sat up in bed after a noise outside of the room startled her awake. She gasped silently before she leaned over her lap and gripped her forehead. Glancing at the clock on the side table, she saw it was well after four in the morning. But, that wasn’t what confused her, it was the fact Adrian was out of bed; again. Sighing to herself, she was used to him roaming at random hours of the night. His sleeping habits were utter shit and she’d find him on the sofa most nights; asleep.
Getting out of the bed, a palm rubbed along her face as she paced out of the room and paused. The second bedroom was unlocked, and the door was wide open. Her breath was stolen as she stared at the bright cluster of lights along the right-hand side of the doorway. Never, in her time of being there, had the door been unlocked, let alone open. Clenching her jaw, she silently placed one foot in front of the other and leaned over.
There he was, fully dressed with gloved fingers quickly tapping along one of the keyboards hooked up to a large mainframe. Multiple screens illuminated the concentrated expression on his face. Pictures of soldiers on a dark tarmac flashed rapidly across one, a blue screen with code constantly running across a log-in box ticked away with multiple encrypted black dots.
She stepped into the doorway with her breath held. Many of the screens looked like spreadsheets working on their own and constantly updating.
But Adrian, he was focused solely on the screen in front of him.
“Espero Communications” “Speranza Foundation” and “Hoffnung Realties” were just a few names she could see around his body.
As he clicked onto another link, he glanced coolly towards another screen and moved out of the way for an additional keyboard.
Lea blinked several times as she reread the same name: Viltis Enterprises. The same company backing her mother’s hospital.
Her shoulders visibly sagged, and in a moment, she panicked. Back stepping into the master bedroom, she flicked her gaze from one side to the other. With a light pant, she clenched her jaw and swallowed.
What was his interest?
She knew Flanders was his friend and he wanted answers, but just what did he moonlight in? How did he get those pictures? She could hear him fidgeting in the other room followed by his footsteps. Frozen in the spot, she stared ahead in the dark at the doorway; waiting for him.
Going over everything he gathered, he could feel the stress sitting on his shoulders and the reality of the situation sunk in. Everything brought a toll on him. He was ridiculously sleep deprived from expelling his energy all day with Lea and working late at night.
He stopped just outside of the door to rub between his eyes with a long sigh. He needed a break and a bed. The floor creaked underfoot once he got closer and cracked across the room with the next footfall.
She watched him in silence and saw the outline of his body against the semi-lit window. He pulled off his shirt only to freeze with the fabric falling from his fingertips. Her heart stopped as he did.
He quickly pulled off the gloves as he stared at Lea’s outline in the darkness. His mind was going a mile a minute, “Hey babe, did I wake you?” he asked. Before she answered, he stepped towards her and rubbed along her shoulder; his voice groggy, “My mistake, let’s go back to sleep.” He said kissing her head in a gesture showing his fondness.
Locked in place, she didn’t pull away from him as he gently caressed her shoulder. He wasn’t angry she’d caught him, and he seemed remorseful for being up.
Why?
Thinking it’d be best to leave the fact she saw his junk room alone for now, she instead wanted to see if he’d tell her. “No, you didn’t wake me. Where did you go?” she asked.
There was a significant pause.
His silence caused her to look down and away. He felt his heart sink because he couldn’t answer with any real truth without inciting more questions. Questions led to complications and complications led to… He didn’t want to think about it. Sighing, he shook his head with one knee on the mattress, “I couldn’t sleep, so instead of waking you up with my pacing, I went for a walk. Same old.” He lied.
She couldn’t dispute with what he said because she knew of his odd sleeping habits. This wasn’t the first time he’d left, and they’d gone for a late-night walk before. Not wanting to start an argument or get into a discussion she wasn’t ready for, she knew it was the wrong move, but he hadn’t given her a reason to lose her trust.
Not yet.
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August 4, 2019
The World That Was Excerpt #1
Chapter 1
August.
University of Central Florida. A large campus tucked between Oviedo and Orlando. Having a mixture of modern suburban with city flair, the Greek and constellation inspired site would take on a world of its own once within its vicinity. Right off the main half-moon roundabout of Pegasus Drive rested the Health Professions and Sciences building. The large three story, red brick, tanned concrete façade was clean, boasted a semi-circle, and a bright white modern entrance. Across the double glass doors was a mini courtyard lined with black benches and trees. Across the red and gray path was a scenic retention pond, surrounded by trees and a bridge cutting across the hub towards the large Student Union building.
The second week into the new Fall Semester was abuzz. Many students, from all walks of life, had made their way to campus, moved in, and were already elbow deep into what classes had to offer.
One Friday evening, at the end of the month, students filed into their Gross Anatomy/Neuroscience course a little after 6:50 P.M. One by One they each waved and greeted the middle-aged woman at the front of the classroom.
She filled out the usual list of what they’d cover which, luckily for the students, was the first test of information they’d gone over the past week.
Some of the kids gave mock groans while a few looked ready to get the test over and done with. Who didn’t want to take a test and get out of class early on a Friday night?
The teacher smiled at each student entering and kept her eyes on the wall clock along the back of the room, “Good evening, Dominique.” She said calmly with a smile reaching her dark brown eyes.
The young girl paused, broke into a half-smile, and waved, “Hey Ms. Flanders.” She said in return.
Ms. Flanders wandered over to her desk and picked up the stack of tests. She lightly straightened them on the hardened surface and was willing to do anything to keep her hands busy, “What are your plans for the weekend?” she asked.
Dominique took her seat in the second row and pulled out a few sheets of paper from within her bag, “I heard there was going to be a large party at one of the houses. I may check it out.” She answered.
Ms. Flanders smiled briefly to herself as she lined a finger along the stray hairs by the side of her ear. She remembered what it was like to be younger and just starting in the world. A time where she was carefree about what life threw her way, before she was jaded and disappointed with what the world was becoming. Still, she held out hope because, every day, her students inspired her.
Dominique’s voice cut into her thoughts causing Ms. Flanders to glance up. She rubbed along the lobe of her ear before she tucked a bit of salt and pepper hair behind it, “I’m sorry, I zoned out again. What did you say?” She asked.
Dominique shook her head slightly as she tied up her blonde hair, “I was just asking what you planned to do this weekend.” She repeated.
With a bout of flusterment, Ms. Flanders’s thin fingers gently pressed against the center of her neck as she thought about the uneventful life that awaited her since the divorce. Cats, her recorded shows, and papers to grade. Sighing, she forced a reserved smile to Dominique and nodded to another student, “Good evening. I don’t have much planned but thank you for asking. Make sure you don’t drink too much so you can make it to class on Monday.” She answered.
Dominique laughed slightly rubbing against one shoulder, “I can say the same for you.” she replied cheerily.
Ms. Flanders chuckled to herself as the conversation between them died. She didn’t drink and was never one to let just anyone into her personal life.
Not anymore.
Checking the time once more, 7 P.M. rolled around and Ms. Flanders approached the door. She allowed the last student to enter before she leaned out and made sure there weren’t any stragglers. With the door shut and locked behind her, her gaze drifted over the faces of her students as she approached the front of her desk, “Good evening everyone, I’m going to keep this brief. Tonight, is our first test. This is how I work. Unlike the other teachers who find time to lecture afterwards, I will let you go about your night once you’re done. But, I warn you, my tests are harder than most. The only thing you’re allowed to have on your desks is the test, your notes, and pencils. All cell phones must be switched off and in your bags.” She stated sliding the tests from the surface of her desk and placing them faced down in front of each student.
One boy raised his hand and she called on him, “Yes, Kevin?” she questioned.
Kevin lowered his hand scratching against his eyebrow, “Yeah, uh my mom is in the hospital. She’s alright, but I’m expecting a phone call from my dad to let me know if I need to head over tonight.” He said.
Ms. Flanders quickly nodded clearing her throat, “That’s no problem, Kevin. You can bring your test up to me, show me the screen, and stand right outside of the door. Then you can come back in and finish.” She replied.
Kevin leaned against the chair and scratched against the back of his head, “Cool, thanks teach.” He stated.
Once finished with the last student, she returned to her desk and glanced down at her watch, “Take your time. I will not leave until the last student does. Begin.” She stated.
As she turned her back to the student to sit down, all she heard was a flurry of papers flipping over followed by silence. Looking over them a short time, she then turned her attention to her laptop and mindlessly checked her emails.
Over the next two hours, one after another, the students finished their tests and turned them in to her. Each one she wished a good weekend and that she’d see them the following Monday. Luckily for Kevin, he’d just finished the last question before his father called. She wished him good luck with his mother before glancing over at the dwindling class size. Before long her last student rested his paper on her desk just after 9:30 P.M.
Already having gotten a head start on grading, she crossed one leg over the other and began on the next. Her students knew nine times out of ten, she’d have grades posted by early Saturday morning because of her diligence to make sure they gained the best of her.
Time ticked on and, halfway through her papers, her eyes grew weary. She pulled the glasses from her face and rubbed against her eyes with a long, drawn out sigh. Glancing at the bottom edge of her laptop, she saw it was well after eleven and decided she’d stayed long enough. She gathered her items in a large satchel, before she logged out of her laptop and tucked it away. Inhaling a deep breath, she glanced over the seats that once held her students solemnly and reflected to herself on how she ended up where she was.
What choices did she make to deserve this sort of empty fear?
Without another thought, she shook her head, clicked the desk lamp off, and crossed the room for the door. With keys in hand and bag on her shoulder, she pushed through and locked the door behind her.
Leaving through the back entrance of the building, she was met with the warm, summer heat and orange glow from the lampposts. She glanced up at some of the illuminated rooms of the Communication Science building and shook her head. Rounding the large building, she headed to the parking lot shrouded in the shadows. She kept her head down as she stepped from the sidewalk to the lot.
Past the handicapped parking and shuttle station, thoughts of what to heat for dinner crossed her mind as she clicked the unlock button on her car keys. Glancing up, her heart dropped as panic rose from her stomach, through her chest, and to her neck.
A man she hadn’t seen in months stood between her and her vehicle. He stared into her silently with a menacing aura. Dressed in a dark black suit, tailored to sit against his body, he had thick gray hair, expensive rings adorning his fingers, and shoes shined to perfection.
Ms. Flanders clenched her jaw swallowing. The grip on the strap of her bag was taut, “H-Hello?” she called out to him.
The man readjusted his shoulders while rubbing his pointer finger and thumb along the line of his beard. His nostrils flared as he blinked once, “Did you think over the offer? We met well over three months ago and you still have yet to answer us. Did you have a change of heart, even after all we’ve shown you? I don’t like to be kept waiting, Doctor Flanders. I specifically remember telling you not to do that, do you remember?” His voice was cold, calculating, and fed up with whatever she tried to pull over on him.
He took her silence and ignorance personally.
Remembering his voice well, Ms. Flanders wet her lips as she blinked back tears. She glanced around for any of the security cars driving the perimeter, but the moment she needed them, they weren’t there. Inhaling a deep breath, the deep seeded pit of fear she’d buried away for three months flourished to fruition. She clenched her jaw staring at his chilled, impatient stare, “I-I know I have been slow on the uptake, sir, but there was a lot for me to mull over. This, this is a very big decision that I didn’t think I was fully comfortable to make on a whim with—”
“—WHAT IS YOUR ANSWER?” His voice boomed through the night sky.
The keys dropped from her hand as she visibly jumped where she stood. Knowing that this was not going to remedy itself with her negligence again, she shut her eyes and rolled her lips in. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes and rolled down the sides of her cheeks. The only thought in her mind were the smiling faces of her students. The next generation she wanted to help more than ever because of people like him. They may not have been close, but they were all she had since her husband left.
They were the reason she lived.
She clenched the bag in her grip, stared down at the concrete, and slightly shook her head, “No. No, I’m not interested. I morally cannot accept your offer.” She whispered turning to look at him.
A long, painful moment of silence passed between them, but she could practically see the way he seethed. Then, his entire mood dropped from disappointment to a lack of interest for the woman in front of him, “This was not how I saw your life ending.” He sighed.
Ms. Flanders’s vision blurred as the world around her darkened. Shaken to her core, her lips parted as she stumbled back, “W-what?” she asked. Unable to hold herself together, the last thing she did was wet herself in fear.
Before she could scream, he pulled out a gun, shut one eye, and shot. Blood and brain matter sprayed from the back of her head. Her body twisted to the left and fell onto the asphalt with a sickening thud.
Silently, the headlights of a black car flicked on behind him and pulled out of the space beside her car.
The man lowered the gun, leaned his head back, and cracked his neck to one side. Feeling a rush of adrenaline course through his body, he waited expectantly until the car stopped beside him.
The back door opened and a young, beautiful woman, dressed impeccably like him, stepped out with a dark purple cloth in her hand. Holding the gun out to his side, she quickly took it into her grasp and began to rub down the handle.
He glanced over the parking lot camera resting on the lampposts and sighed, “Acquire the footage and scrub it.” he ordered.
The woman calmly continued to run the cloth along the butt of the gun before she casually glanced over to the blood pooling around Ms. Flanders’s awkwardly placed body, “We’re already on it. Do you want us to clean up this…mess sir?” she asked.
A smirk tugged on the end of his lips before he turned his head; pleased by the mere sight of her, “There’s no need…” His gaze then returned to the building across the parking lot, “…let this be a message to the others who don’t fall in line.” He said.
The woman nodded, “Understood.” She whispered stepping back on her stilettos.
He turned his back to Ms. Flanders for the last time and ducked into the backseat, “Make sure we figure out when the funeral is. I would like to attend.” He stated.
The woman stared down at her for a moment and she turned to him, “Leave it to me.” She whispered shutting the door behind him.
Rounding the vehicle, she set the safety on the gun and joined him on the other side. Slowly, the car pulled away and started down the quiet road towards its next destination; leaving the body of a beloved professor behind.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07VZX8Q9L
August.
University of Central Florida. A large campus tucked between Oviedo and Orlando. Having a mixture of modern suburban with city flair, the Greek and constellation inspired site would take on a world of its own once within its vicinity. Right off the main half-moon roundabout of Pegasus Drive rested the Health Professions and Sciences building. The large three story, red brick, tanned concrete façade was clean, boasted a semi-circle, and a bright white modern entrance. Across the double glass doors was a mini courtyard lined with black benches and trees. Across the red and gray path was a scenic retention pond, surrounded by trees and a bridge cutting across the hub towards the large Student Union building.
The second week into the new Fall Semester was abuzz. Many students, from all walks of life, had made their way to campus, moved in, and were already elbow deep into what classes had to offer.
One Friday evening, at the end of the month, students filed into their Gross Anatomy/Neuroscience course a little after 6:50 P.M. One by One they each waved and greeted the middle-aged woman at the front of the classroom.
She filled out the usual list of what they’d cover which, luckily for the students, was the first test of information they’d gone over the past week.
Some of the kids gave mock groans while a few looked ready to get the test over and done with. Who didn’t want to take a test and get out of class early on a Friday night?
The teacher smiled at each student entering and kept her eyes on the wall clock along the back of the room, “Good evening, Dominique.” She said calmly with a smile reaching her dark brown eyes.
The young girl paused, broke into a half-smile, and waved, “Hey Ms. Flanders.” She said in return.
Ms. Flanders wandered over to her desk and picked up the stack of tests. She lightly straightened them on the hardened surface and was willing to do anything to keep her hands busy, “What are your plans for the weekend?” she asked.
Dominique took her seat in the second row and pulled out a few sheets of paper from within her bag, “I heard there was going to be a large party at one of the houses. I may check it out.” She answered.
Ms. Flanders smiled briefly to herself as she lined a finger along the stray hairs by the side of her ear. She remembered what it was like to be younger and just starting in the world. A time where she was carefree about what life threw her way, before she was jaded and disappointed with what the world was becoming. Still, she held out hope because, every day, her students inspired her.
Dominique’s voice cut into her thoughts causing Ms. Flanders to glance up. She rubbed along the lobe of her ear before she tucked a bit of salt and pepper hair behind it, “I’m sorry, I zoned out again. What did you say?” She asked.
Dominique shook her head slightly as she tied up her blonde hair, “I was just asking what you planned to do this weekend.” She repeated.
With a bout of flusterment, Ms. Flanders’s thin fingers gently pressed against the center of her neck as she thought about the uneventful life that awaited her since the divorce. Cats, her recorded shows, and papers to grade. Sighing, she forced a reserved smile to Dominique and nodded to another student, “Good evening. I don’t have much planned but thank you for asking. Make sure you don’t drink too much so you can make it to class on Monday.” She answered.
Dominique laughed slightly rubbing against one shoulder, “I can say the same for you.” she replied cheerily.
Ms. Flanders chuckled to herself as the conversation between them died. She didn’t drink and was never one to let just anyone into her personal life.
Not anymore.
Checking the time once more, 7 P.M. rolled around and Ms. Flanders approached the door. She allowed the last student to enter before she leaned out and made sure there weren’t any stragglers. With the door shut and locked behind her, her gaze drifted over the faces of her students as she approached the front of her desk, “Good evening everyone, I’m going to keep this brief. Tonight, is our first test. This is how I work. Unlike the other teachers who find time to lecture afterwards, I will let you go about your night once you’re done. But, I warn you, my tests are harder than most. The only thing you’re allowed to have on your desks is the test, your notes, and pencils. All cell phones must be switched off and in your bags.” She stated sliding the tests from the surface of her desk and placing them faced down in front of each student.
One boy raised his hand and she called on him, “Yes, Kevin?” she questioned.
Kevin lowered his hand scratching against his eyebrow, “Yeah, uh my mom is in the hospital. She’s alright, but I’m expecting a phone call from my dad to let me know if I need to head over tonight.” He said.
Ms. Flanders quickly nodded clearing her throat, “That’s no problem, Kevin. You can bring your test up to me, show me the screen, and stand right outside of the door. Then you can come back in and finish.” She replied.
Kevin leaned against the chair and scratched against the back of his head, “Cool, thanks teach.” He stated.
Once finished with the last student, she returned to her desk and glanced down at her watch, “Take your time. I will not leave until the last student does. Begin.” She stated.
As she turned her back to the student to sit down, all she heard was a flurry of papers flipping over followed by silence. Looking over them a short time, she then turned her attention to her laptop and mindlessly checked her emails.
Over the next two hours, one after another, the students finished their tests and turned them in to her. Each one she wished a good weekend and that she’d see them the following Monday. Luckily for Kevin, he’d just finished the last question before his father called. She wished him good luck with his mother before glancing over at the dwindling class size. Before long her last student rested his paper on her desk just after 9:30 P.M.
Already having gotten a head start on grading, she crossed one leg over the other and began on the next. Her students knew nine times out of ten, she’d have grades posted by early Saturday morning because of her diligence to make sure they gained the best of her.
Time ticked on and, halfway through her papers, her eyes grew weary. She pulled the glasses from her face and rubbed against her eyes with a long, drawn out sigh. Glancing at the bottom edge of her laptop, she saw it was well after eleven and decided she’d stayed long enough. She gathered her items in a large satchel, before she logged out of her laptop and tucked it away. Inhaling a deep breath, she glanced over the seats that once held her students solemnly and reflected to herself on how she ended up where she was.
What choices did she make to deserve this sort of empty fear?
Without another thought, she shook her head, clicked the desk lamp off, and crossed the room for the door. With keys in hand and bag on her shoulder, she pushed through and locked the door behind her.
Leaving through the back entrance of the building, she was met with the warm, summer heat and orange glow from the lampposts. She glanced up at some of the illuminated rooms of the Communication Science building and shook her head. Rounding the large building, she headed to the parking lot shrouded in the shadows. She kept her head down as she stepped from the sidewalk to the lot.
Past the handicapped parking and shuttle station, thoughts of what to heat for dinner crossed her mind as she clicked the unlock button on her car keys. Glancing up, her heart dropped as panic rose from her stomach, through her chest, and to her neck.
A man she hadn’t seen in months stood between her and her vehicle. He stared into her silently with a menacing aura. Dressed in a dark black suit, tailored to sit against his body, he had thick gray hair, expensive rings adorning his fingers, and shoes shined to perfection.
Ms. Flanders clenched her jaw swallowing. The grip on the strap of her bag was taut, “H-Hello?” she called out to him.
The man readjusted his shoulders while rubbing his pointer finger and thumb along the line of his beard. His nostrils flared as he blinked once, “Did you think over the offer? We met well over three months ago and you still have yet to answer us. Did you have a change of heart, even after all we’ve shown you? I don’t like to be kept waiting, Doctor Flanders. I specifically remember telling you not to do that, do you remember?” His voice was cold, calculating, and fed up with whatever she tried to pull over on him.
He took her silence and ignorance personally.
Remembering his voice well, Ms. Flanders wet her lips as she blinked back tears. She glanced around for any of the security cars driving the perimeter, but the moment she needed them, they weren’t there. Inhaling a deep breath, the deep seeded pit of fear she’d buried away for three months flourished to fruition. She clenched her jaw staring at his chilled, impatient stare, “I-I know I have been slow on the uptake, sir, but there was a lot for me to mull over. This, this is a very big decision that I didn’t think I was fully comfortable to make on a whim with—”
“—WHAT IS YOUR ANSWER?” His voice boomed through the night sky.
The keys dropped from her hand as she visibly jumped where she stood. Knowing that this was not going to remedy itself with her negligence again, she shut her eyes and rolled her lips in. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes and rolled down the sides of her cheeks. The only thought in her mind were the smiling faces of her students. The next generation she wanted to help more than ever because of people like him. They may not have been close, but they were all she had since her husband left.
They were the reason she lived.
She clenched the bag in her grip, stared down at the concrete, and slightly shook her head, “No. No, I’m not interested. I morally cannot accept your offer.” She whispered turning to look at him.
A long, painful moment of silence passed between them, but she could practically see the way he seethed. Then, his entire mood dropped from disappointment to a lack of interest for the woman in front of him, “This was not how I saw your life ending.” He sighed.
Ms. Flanders’s vision blurred as the world around her darkened. Shaken to her core, her lips parted as she stumbled back, “W-what?” she asked. Unable to hold herself together, the last thing she did was wet herself in fear.
Before she could scream, he pulled out a gun, shut one eye, and shot. Blood and brain matter sprayed from the back of her head. Her body twisted to the left and fell onto the asphalt with a sickening thud.
Silently, the headlights of a black car flicked on behind him and pulled out of the space beside her car.
The man lowered the gun, leaned his head back, and cracked his neck to one side. Feeling a rush of adrenaline course through his body, he waited expectantly until the car stopped beside him.
The back door opened and a young, beautiful woman, dressed impeccably like him, stepped out with a dark purple cloth in her hand. Holding the gun out to his side, she quickly took it into her grasp and began to rub down the handle.
He glanced over the parking lot camera resting on the lampposts and sighed, “Acquire the footage and scrub it.” he ordered.
The woman calmly continued to run the cloth along the butt of the gun before she casually glanced over to the blood pooling around Ms. Flanders’s awkwardly placed body, “We’re already on it. Do you want us to clean up this…mess sir?” she asked.
A smirk tugged on the end of his lips before he turned his head; pleased by the mere sight of her, “There’s no need…” His gaze then returned to the building across the parking lot, “…let this be a message to the others who don’t fall in line.” He said.
The woman nodded, “Understood.” She whispered stepping back on her stilettos.
He turned his back to Ms. Flanders for the last time and ducked into the backseat, “Make sure we figure out when the funeral is. I would like to attend.” He stated.
The woman stared down at her for a moment and she turned to him, “Leave it to me.” She whispered shutting the door behind him.
Rounding the vehicle, she set the safety on the gun and joined him on the other side. Slowly, the car pulled away and started down the quiet road towards its next destination; leaving the body of a beloved professor behind.
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07VZX8Q9L
July 1, 2019
Quick, Short, and To the Point
WE'RE LIVE!!!!!!! AHHHH!! Want a steamy romance with...smutty scenes AND storyline? >X>
WOOO!!!
WOOO!!!
June 11, 2019
An update for all my friends and followers!
My TBR list keeps growing every time I look at Twitter and this page! I've also been bucking up the courage to post in here so here it goes.
Hello everyone! I would like to show you all to what we have out so far. (There will be far more to come, but each book has realistic characters and character development.) I hope a couple of you check them out and enjoy if you read. While I tackle this mountain of books to read. Really need KDP lol.
For a Post Apocalyptic series in the making:
The World We Once Knew I:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074YH4LY7
The World We Once Knew II:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MQWX2XG
For a family romance after loss series:
Cherish and Simon: The First Year:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q2BMMM3
For a Celebrity Romance now on preorder:
Mister Jackson:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07S76CR94
I'd also love more recommendations. Keep the list growing! Happy reading!
Hello everyone! I would like to show you all to what we have out so far. (There will be far more to come, but each book has realistic characters and character development.) I hope a couple of you check them out and enjoy if you read. While I tackle this mountain of books to read. Really need KDP lol.
For a Post Apocalyptic series in the making:
The World We Once Knew I:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B074YH4LY7
The World We Once Knew II:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MQWX2XG
For a family romance after loss series:
Cherish and Simon: The First Year:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q2BMMM3
For a Celebrity Romance now on preorder:
Mister Jackson:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07S76CR94
I'd also love more recommendations. Keep the list growing! Happy reading!
June 5, 2019
We finished another book!
"The Artist" Another romantic comedy has just been clocked on our finished list! It's planned to release the beginning of next year! Woo! Now we're going to keep going with "The World We Once Knew 3 Part 1" and starting "Cherish and Simon: The Second Year"!!! Hard freaking work, but worth it! I can't wait!
