Archive | August 2012

8/26/12 featuring Now What?


Welcome to SSS for another Sunday. This week widow Carly Evans, a home maker all her adult life, begins a new career as a journalist with a prominent newspaper in Fairview, Illinois. One afternoon, tired of working in noisy surroundings, she leaves the office.

Before reaching the car, someone barreled into me causing papers to fly from my stuffed briefcase and I landed in a crumpled heap.

            “Sorry,” a familiar voice said, “I wasn’t looking and suddenly there you were.”

            Muscular arms lifted me and brushed imaginary dirt from my breasts to my behind. Jerry Donato, the young office stud was taking the opportunity to feel me up even through my jacket!

            “Jerry keep your hands to yourself and let me remind you this isn’t  high school; sexual harassment is a punishable offense.

I left him standing with his jaw dropped, Neanderthal style. for more snippets where you can read chapters on my author page


8/19/12 featuring Now What?

Welcome to another Sunday, dear Sixers, friends and readers. Please join me in another brief six about the widow Carly Evans. Her first encounter with her deceased husband.


A shimmer in the woods beckoned me closer, a shadowy shape I couldn’t resist. Without fear, I moved into the shimmering layers of silver white, gold and purple. Enfolded in the sparkle of white light heat rocked my insides, shot through every opening, poured like liquid gold from head to toe until a final pulsating hammered at my feminine core. I cried out for my husband, knowing he was with me. Slow withdrawal as my heartbeat returned to normal and joy filled my life even though the glow of his spirit faded. for more snippets where you can read chapters on my author page

August 12, 2012 featuring “Now What?”

Welcome back Sixers, friends, and readers Another good day to be alive. I’ll continue with newly widowed Carly Evans as she tries out life single after many years of being double. Not easy in a changed world where the rules of dating are different from what she recalled. After trying a quilting Bee and a bereavement group, Carly goes to Parents Without Partners and meets Bill. A few months of dinners and dancing and Bill invites Carly to meet his sister’s family upstate. She agrees but only if they stay at a hotel and not with the sister.


How sweet, how ecstatic the moment as the jar of creme Bill opened liquefied on my willing center.  I squirmed and cried out and couldn’t get enough as Bill caressed the tender folds, the small bud, and dipped inside. I’d love him forever, would kill for him, be a slave, do anything he wanted if he’d keep doing this magical thing and then a pause. “Don’t stop,” crazy me cried, “ don’t ever stop,” and the sound of foil ripping followed by Bill  entering the silkiness of me.  We rode the crest together as high as the highest surf before breaking on the shore.

The next morning alone in the bathroom, I caught the familiar scent of my beloved departed Bob’s Old Spice. for more snippets where you can read chapters on my author page

August 5, 2012 Now What?

August already? OMG. Enjoy summer while it lasts, readers, friends, and sixers. This excerpt is from Now What?, a book close to my heart although all my books are right there as well. Suddenly widowed Carly Evans hasn’t a clue as to what comes next. Like a fish out of water, she struggles to find footing in a world where once she was part of a team and now she has to play the singles game and doesn’t know how. Rules have changed since she was young.

Enjoy the journey from the beginning.


It was 2:30 a.m. when the phone rang and I fumbled for it, my heart starting a race toward bad news. Our doctor’s voice urged me to hurry so I crammed into clothes as if I expected this call.

It is only a fever that won’t go down, isn’t it?
Our doctor shook his head, “Carly, I’m so sorry.”

Settling in beside my Bob, I held his cooling hand and asked the two words spoken many times during our years together, “Now what?”  I slipped off his wedding ring and held it in my fist; the gold band was warm. I clung to him and said, “Come back to me, dearest,” but later found that sometimes what you wish for is more than you can live with. for more snippets where you can read chapters on my author page


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