Many of you, more than I ever dreamed of, begged for more when my first story came out. Wait no more, I have another publishing soon. Here’s a sneak peek at the cover, with my name on it!
This latest story, Fly On The Wall, is a horror story guaranteed to make you squirm; or so my beta readers tell me. You can get a digital copy or a print version when the magazine comes out next month. Like the Facebook page HERE to stay informed, and I’ll share links once they are available.
The genre will never be the same… one of my favorite authors jumps into the noir detective pool with his latest book. I want to read it based solely on the beautiful cover.
Because I know it is hard these days to judge a book JUST by the cover, here’s the blurb:
With wit and humor, this modern mystery is a refreshing spin on the noir detective genre
Tony Flaner is a malingering, part-time comedian who is full of sarcasm and never finished a thing in his life. He’s had 12 years to prepare for his divorce and didn’t. He had his entire life to choose a career and hasn’t. Now time’s up, and he’s in a world of trouble. But all of that changes when Tony takes a first date to a drunken party and ends with him facing prison for the murder of a girl he hardly knew. To save himself, wise-cracking Tony must discover who the mysterious girl was, what she was involved in, and what the hell she saw in him in the first place.
Let me tell you, I’ve been hearing about this story – the first in a series – for almost a year and I am dying for my own copy.
Remember last year when I admitted to being a mean mom?
In case you don’t, here’s an excerpt from the original post:
I’ve always been a mean mom. I believe that my kids need to know that there are consequences to their actions and that life isn’t fair. Otherwise, how will they grow to be well-adjusted adults? As a result, I have very well-behaved kids. I’m not always mean, but when the situation calls for it, I have no trouble rising to the occasion. I yell, I spank, I ground, I punish whenever necessary. But this week I’m having to do one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do under the ‘mean mom’ banner.
You can read the entire article HERE… In a nutshell, Big Sister had to take a year off from doing the thing she loves the most in life because she couldn’t keep her grades up.
Here we are, a year later. Time to register for dance team try-outs and assess if she is able to go back to her passion or has to hang up her dance shoes for good, or only wear them at home.
How did this very painful lesson turn out? I’m happy to report that she will be at try-outs this year. Not only that, I am the proud owner of a sticker proclaiming to all, from my bumper, that my child is on the Honor Roll. The Honor Roll. She’d have been on High Honor Roll last term but for one B+. Incredible, really.
Had you told me a year ago that I’d be the parent of a teenager who was on the Honor Roll while I was grappling with imposing one of the harshest punishments in the history of parenting, I would have laughed and said you were crazy. Instead, it is life that is crazy with all the surprises and unforeseen possibilities that await us. Don’t give up, fellow mean mommies – success is possible!
I am the mother of two beautiful daughters and, for the last thirteen years, the first Sunday in May has always been about me. To the point of self-absorbed selfishness at times. This year is different. This year all I can think about is how I have to celebrate without my own mother. Who knew I’d have a harder time with this silly little non-holiday than I did with Christmas? But that’s the reality as it looks from where I sit.
I miss my Mom every day. I combat the emptiness by finding ways to talk about her, it keeps her close and keeps her part of everyday life for those who loved her – especially my kids. Some days are harder than others. Mother’s Day is one of those days. This year, when my husband asked what I wanted to do, all I could think of was to talk to her one more time, or see her smile at me with the love I always took for granted shining from her eyes.
I know she’s still with me, in all the ethereal ways possible, but I’m still sad and I’m still bitter because that is little comfort on days like today. It isn’t the same. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
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