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Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, Part 2

Continued from Part One: Jed Fuller was laid to rest the Sunday after Thanksgiving. Nearly everyone in Thornton was there at the burial ground on Fuller Creek Road. To Molly it seemed half of Vermont was huddled there by the half-frozen creek, heads bowed around the Fuller family stone while Reverend Shutter prayed for Jed’s […]

Cinnamon Girl: A Thornton Vermont Christmas Story, part 1

It’s December, and time for the 6th annual holiday romance! This Christmas, we return to Thornton’s near past, and the valley in which the heart of the series lies. There’s a reason Joss Fuller is the man he is, and it has a lot to do with the people who raised him. They weren’t always […]

I Cleaned My Microwave

I guess it’s arguably better than carrying a large fruit to a hot, staff-only after hours party at a Catskills resort. via GIPHY Sweet Pease came out today. I know you’re all imagining me jumping in my private jet and flying off with my girls to drink champagne and eat macarons on my private island, […]

A Maverick Year, or my book comes out tomorrow, but I’m writing about something else entirely.

I’m pretty sure that on the day before your book comes out you’re not supposed to be blogging about a work-in-progress, but I’m having what I like to call a maverick year over here, so I’ll just do what I want. (A maverick year, for the record, means I have blogged once in a year’s […]

It All Starts With Catwoman

I don’t always write about Eartha Kitt, but when I do, it’s for Jeremy Flagg. This piece ran during a month of Superhero Geekery on his site.. ~~~. This is not about comic books, or superheroes, or even villains, really. This is about Catwoman. This is about being just a little bad, about being sexy […]

An Introduction

Ewan Lovatt woke to the kind of rural quiet he knew would be perfect for his next project. He stretched and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He’d long ago perfected the art of sleeping diagonally in a queen-sized bed to accommodate his six-foot-three frame. His feet struck the cold hardwood and […]

The Soloist: Finale

Continued from Part Eleven, or you can start from the beginning: After the service, Eli melted into the crowd to seek out the youth group cohort. Talia loitered near the vestibule, watching folks catching up and wishing one another merry Christmas. Hank and his wife Gayle stopped to say hello, and another of the diner […]

The Soloist: Part Eleven

Continued from Part Ten, or you can start from the beginning. Christmas Eve dawned sunny and frosty. Talia woke to the smell of coffee and the jingle of Butter’s collar. Hank’s was closed for three days, and for a week, there had been no noise from Blaine. She wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d forgotten, […]

The Soloist: Part Ten

Continued from Part Nine, or you can start from the beginning: He took up more space in the kitchen than she’d expected. She’d made a compress for his jaw out of a package of frozen corn and a washcloth, and offered to make him dinner while they waited for Haley’s mom to drive Eli home. […]

The Soloist: Part Nine

Continued from Part Eight, or you can start from the beginning. My mom doesn’t like Christmas, the boy had said. Or staying put. No one who sang Christmas songs like Talia Benson didn’t like Christmas, but Reilly filed that bit of teenage insight away to worry over later. The hungry look on Eli Slattery’s face […]