I don’t have any Rice Krispy Treats… or chocolate, but for today, October 31st, you can download the books below for FREE! Consider it a calorie-free treat!
Malice and Forethought: Short Stories of Malice & Murder
EXCERPT – A Hint of Malice
She caught her blurred reflection in the antiquated steel doors of the basement elevator.
Black turtleneck. Black Jeans. Black boots. Jacket and gloves, also black.
If she were in a nightclub, she would be called hot.
But she wasn’t some voluptuous bad-ass fashionista making a statement or setting a trend. She wore black for one reason. It hid blood splatter.
In the Best Interest of the Child
Women’s Fiction/Legal/Foster Care
Olivia lost track of time and had no idea of how long she had sat and cried in the hallway. She had not felt this overwhelmed in years. Again, she thought about finding a therapist to try and work through the darkness in her mind, but once again, she quickly vetoed the idea. She had attempted counseling twice while in college and both times were exercises in futility. In the beginning, with each visit, she felt more positive, more in control. She knew she was moving forward. But sharing the story of her violent beating and physical attack from her mid-teens seemed to undermine her sessions and distract her therapists both times. From that point on they would each focus on the sex and encourage Olivia to be more open and honest about sex. She couldn’t deal with the foolishness. Her problems didn’t not start the day she was beaten and attacked. Her problems began when her father was killed in a car accident–she knew THAT much. After one or two more sessions each time, she withdrew from counseling. The second therapist had made an eerily prophetic comment at their last meeting. “I’m sorry we won’t be continuing, Olivia, but regardless, the root of your anxiety and internal pain will not go away until you force it into the light and confront it.”
Free, a Novella
Women’s Fiction/Family Life/Divorce
“I’m not crazy, mama… I’m not.”
Lennie’s chest tightened. He had not called her that since second grade. Sitting her bag at the back door, Lennie walked over and took the swing next to Duncan. They both rocked in the silence until Lenore spoke.
“Most people who go to counseling aren’t mentally ill, Dunc. Life just has a way of dumping too much on us at once.” She touched his hand. “The drowning feeling you mentioned? You’re overwhelmed. It happens to us all at some point during our lives.”
“Have you ever felt like you were drowning, mom?”
“Not drowning so much as… helpless.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Well, don’t take this as clinical or anything, but I knew the problem and I knew the cause. I just couldn’t fix it.”
“Dad.” It was a statement, not a question.
Lennie’s smile was bittersweet. “Yes.”
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