I’m a longtime voracious reader and wannabe writer (I think I’m keeping my wannabe status until I’m actually already making a decent living from writing I like to do), but Math and I have usually been at odds with each other. I used to say that I wasn’t good with numbers, except for telephone numbers, but now I can’t even claim that anymore. It’s amazing how I could memorize dozens of of telephone numbers back in the day. These days, my limit is two: mine and my husband’s.
So, anyway, I’ve always had a tendency to lose track of time reading and writing, but these days, I wouldn’t mind being unproductive doing those things instead of the stuff I mindlessly do now, which is to watch reels and shorts. They’re insidious. I just try not to get started in the first place.
I have been trying to be productive through writing (as it’s my chosen craft). If only I could actually make money off of it… (hint, hint). I’ll stop beating about the bush and just get on with hard-selling the short reads I’ve recently published on Kindle. Just .99USD each, free if read through Kindle Unlimited. Please be kind and help a girl out. I’m going against nature and trying to muster some chutzpah. Please rate and review if you like it!
Lichen shamelessly stared at a boy, making him uncomfortable and ultimately driving him out of the shop. Uncaring of what anybody thought, she went after him and chased him down.
Were the answers she had desperately been seeking finally within reach?
Almost a decade ago, Lichen’s seven-year-old brother had disappeared without a trace, a tragedy that seemingly only she had cared about.
Could it really be Cedar after all these years? And was she prepared to find out what secrets had been hiding behind the little boy’s limpid silver eyes?
Lichen was determined not only to learn the truth, but to get her brother back as well.
Descendant of the infamous Yerbabuena gypsies and reluctant crone nominee Esme Finklestein woke to an ominous morning a couple of days before her seventieth birthday.
The sense of foreboding only grew stronger as the day progressed. This was reinforced by the appearance of strangers who possibly posed a threat on a beloved island family.
These new arrivals may unwittingly provide the answer to the almost century-old mystery surrounding Carolina Yerbabuena’s death and the curse she had left behind.
Does Esme have the power to neutralize the threat and circumvent multiple impending complications? Was it even her place to do so? Was she really even supposed to be where she was? Did it matter? All these simply meant there was no way Esme would be turning seventy in peace.
Dominated by the need to keep her coffee shop out of the red, Taci Terman has only made room for a pseudo-relationship in her life. Lucky for her, it’s with the dishy high school art teacher Alejandro Alberti. Unlucky for her, she realizes that her feelings are very real for the non-boyfriend she’s almost dating.
Not only won’t Ale commit to a real date, his air of mystery keeps Taci’s relationship hopes and dreams at bay. Finally, his secrets called him away from their small town. It’s supposedly temporary, but Taci fears he’s never coming back.
Is she ever going to find out what the real score is with Ale? Or should she just, once and for all, ditch their so-called nightly dates in favor of real ones with someone who can actually be with her?
Is there any way to neutralize a curse that has already proven its potency for centuries?
Cris Yerbabuena is fast approaching his 30th birthday, the precursor to the drowning of the eldest Yerbabuena male of each generation. His loved ones figure the seemingly simple solution is to stay away from water.
So why does Cris sign up for a triathlon that requires swimming across almost two miles of dangerous seawater?
It doesn’t help that a mysterious stranger shows up to reinforce the dire warning of his certain death. It’s wasted breath since he’s already aware of his awful fate.
So what business does he have gleaning a promise of protection from her grim prediction? Does she unwittingly bring false hope?
His destiny awaits him, but Cris is no longer certain what that is.
This Small Life 