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Tuesday Tales and Ghost of a Chance

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.



A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image.  You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds. This week our group writes to the word- ghost. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary, Steal My Heart.

Enjoy!~







“Hey, boss lady, what do you think of your party?”

“Boss lady? Where did that come from?”

“I do work for you.”

“Yes, you’ve even been in charge more than me lately. I meant your speech, you sound more like Eugene-y from the block than Eugene from behind the computer.”

“I learned I don’t always have to be stuffy to get my point across.”

“I think you’re sweet on Lesley and it’s loosened your defense mechanisms.”

Playing reverse psychiatrist was not what I had in mind. “I walked over here to check on you.”

Lola drew her knees close to her chest. “I don’t want to adult anymore, I want to, ma…

My Medicated Mid-Life Week 6 on Humira

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My Medicated Mid-Life
Humira- Injection #3

Today, I spent 30 minutes on the treadmill. I even jogged some during my more motivating songs. I logged approximately 2 miles.
My right shin hurt on occasion during some foot strikes on the faster paces. Not enough to make me stop though.
I also had to stretch my arms behind my back and retract my shoulder blades when it felt like my upper body was “balling up”.
But, it’s been probably a year since I’ve been on the treadmill, and certainly at least a year since I jogged. I felt liberated from the bonds my disease had placed upon my body.
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t one hundred percent, but, I’m learning to live with small goals and accomplishments. The Humira isn’t a miracle drug. I took the injection on Friday evening. Saturday, I woke with a slightly sore throat and fatigue. Sunday, I woke up around 3am with body aches. I took Etodolac, an NSAID drug, and went back to sleep. I had a full day on Sunday at one of my favorite bookstores. Sund…

Tuesday Tales...What Makes Us an Us?

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.
A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. Once per month, we even write to an image. This week, we write to an image. This will be an excerpt from my new WIP for a new romance contemporary.

Enjoy






Could we pick things back up?I wanted clear air, forgiveness established, you know?” “Of course, silly me, skipping ahead a few chapters, assuming too much. It’s not a party till Lola puts her foot in her mouth.” Shooting out in rapid fire succession, I couldn’t stop talking. Glumly, I realized, you really can’t put the toothpaste back into the tube. “You’ve always worked best without a filter. I knew where I stood.” Marty smiled, patting my knee. His hands. Oh, his hands, working down the buttons on my blouse- slowly unlooping each catch of the button in the hole. Memories filled my fingertips with the desire to touch his bare chest. Move your hands up my knee, across my thigh, up my…

Meet Kerrianne Coombes! Author of The Demon Tales....Slip Into Another World

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This weekend's guest blogger is Kerrianne Coombes!
Are you intrigued by a twist on the usual fairytale? Then, please read on for an exciting new book by my friend, Kerrianne.





Deadly Slumber. Book 1 of The Demon Tales is now available!