A young widow, Whitney concentrates on work and her children. A new client, Veronica Nelson, an elderly woman with a sour face hires Whitney as her corporate attorney. Whitney discovers Veronica has an intellectual property rights claim against a lucrative corporation that owes millions of dollars. Veronica asks Whitney to rewrite her Will then dies mysteriously a few days later. That’s when the calls begin and the shadows grow eyes. So begins a chain of events that spiral quickly out of control. Whitney discovers there are some things she cannot face alone.
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I have one of those brains that won't turn off
at night. Many nights I would distract my intellect by revamping a movie, book
or TV show in my mind. I would twist and turn the plots and characters to
achieve the ending I preferred. That developed into side stories about my
favorite minor characters. Each night I fell asleep in the middle of a grand
adventure. It wasn't long before I began to create stories of my own and put
pen to paper.
I love a good adventure. I love a good romance.
As the mother of seven children, I also learned to love to play video games.
One day it occurred to me to write an adventure that flowed like a video game
and I added a touch of romance. Thus, Hypnotic Journey was born. The HJ
characters are like a family to me. They are foolish, daring, resourceful,
passionate and dedicated to their friends.
My love for Science Fiction gave birth to the
Treborel Series. It’s a paranormal Sci-Fi romance featuring a psychotic villain
and a multiple layer
of hero's fighting to survive the chaos.
I write about how friendship and love can carry
you through situations that you might not otherwise survive. You will find my
stories exciting and steamy, but I am not an erotic writer. My stories fade to
dark when the steam begins to rise, but take it from me, the steam does rise
and emotions do soar.
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Now for some fun interview questions!
5- Is there a message you would like readers to get out of this book? What is it? Widow's Rule is about moving on with your life after a devastating loss and not being afraid to lean on your friends in dark times. Whitney is a strong independant woman who took her deceased sister's children to raise then lost her husband in an active shooter incident. She's determined to make it on her own but things grow quickly out of control when an outside force threatens her and her family.
Snippet Time!
She
pulled Veronica’s file from her drawer and headed toward Josh’s office at the
end of the hallway. He was on the phone when she entered. She waved at him and
opened the long filing cabinet that was nearly as tall as she and ran down the
entire length of Josh’s wall. She sat Veronica’s file inside and closed the
drawer. A quick wave goodbye to Josh and she headed back to her office to grab
her purse.
“Whitney,
hang on,” Josh called after her in an urgent voice.
She
turned to look at him and he waved her back. When she entered the room, he
placed his palm over the receiver and said, “Close the door, we need to talk.”
Whitney
shut the door behind her and sat down in front of his desk wondering which of
his deals were about to turn sour. He hung up the phone and locked eyes with
her. “Whit, that was Warren Stevenson, Veronica died last night.”
Whitney
stared at him in stunned silence.
Josh
continued, “Warren said it happened around 2 o’clock this morning. He thinks
she was heading downstairs to make some warm milk. She apparently did that
quite often when she couldn’t sleep. She must have tripped or stumbled on the
stairs and broke her neck. When her man Roger found her this morning, she was gone.”
“I
can’t believe this,” Whitney stammered. “Veronica was just here. She was
supposed to call me this week…” An iron claw squeezed her heart forcing the
breath from her lungs. Why couldn’t death leave her alone?
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