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My Dear One
Book I in the Dear One series…
Two hearts, three lives, one future…
Lady Dianna Marshall is accustomed to living to her father’s expectations. But when he selects her husband for her, she realizes she wants more than to be a good daughter. She wants to choose her husband. Her plan to foil the arranged marriage results in disaster, and she’s forced to flee England aboard the Titanic in the company of a young marrried couple who’ve offered her sanctuary, in exchange for her unborn child…
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I was raised by my mom and stepdad on a hobby farm where my passion for reading, and all things furred and feathered, was indulged. When I wasn’t adopting stray cats and dogs—and the occasional flock of geese—I was riding one of my horses, or locked in my room with the latest Nancy Drew, Black Stallion, …
Where I note my thoughts on life, writing, and the writing life.
Dear One Series 1912 … When the Titanic sinks, Dianna faces desperate choices… 1914… …
I’ve started final revisions of My Dear One’s sequel, My Own, in preparation of sending it to my editor, for you guessed it, her to send back to me for more revisions! But that is the nature of the authoring beast—you think you’re finished, and someone, maybe yourself, shows you how wrong you are. That …
Mother would fry his eyeballs if she learned he’d used his trip to Europe to delve into her nephew’s affairs. The fact he’d done it to protect her from a potential fraud at worst, and a down-on-his-luck sob-story from an estranged relative seeking a handout at best, would hold no water with her. The only …
Working to prepare My Dear One for publication has had me thinking about my mother a lot, lately. About the sacrifices she made for my brother and I when we were young. How hard she worked to keep my brother and I in our childhood home, clothed and fed, after my dad left. How bloody …
I married young. Some—okay, my mom—would say, too young. I was twenty. By the time I was twenty-six, I was a single mother of two, possessed of a far greater appreciation for the silver linings discovered when the tarnished brass aftermath of disintegrated dreams, is swept away. My youngest is now twenty. And marriage is …
