#Excerpt Special Ed Mom Survival Guide

“Your son’s brain function is severely abnormal. I would recommend you begin saving for his group home care as an adult.”

Any mom would be crushed by this dire pessimistic prediction, but Bonnie did not let this UCLA neuropsychologist’s edict determine her son’s fate. Combining relentless determination with research, learning and in-depth discussions with professionals, Bonnie found ways to help him progress from ‘severely abnormal’ to honor roll student.

In the Special Ed Mom Survival Guide, Bonnie leads you through the vital steps necessary to survive as a Special Ed Mom. From learning how to manage the emotional overwhelm, to figuring out how to get the school to say yes, Bonnie presents a roadmap that leads you through this confusing obstacle course. Sharing tried and true methods, Bonnie teaches you to find your own inner compass so you can gain the ability and confidence to make decisions that bring results for your child. Based on personal and professional experience, Bonnie will help you to:

  • Create the Right Mindset
  • Take Care of Yourself
  • Take Care of Your Child
  • Understand the Special Ed Process
  • Take Charge of the Special Ed Process

“If only I had had a guide to help me navigate all the challenges,” Bonnie says. “Then I could have focused more on my child and less on learning how to get help.” Every Special Ed Mom needs this guide to help make the journey easier!

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Chapter 25: Teach Your Child to Self Advocate

Working in the schools, I am amazed how often a student is not aware of the accommodations he is entitled to in his IEP or 504 plan. The teachers are aware that an IEP or 504 is in place, but often the teachers fail to implement those accommodations. I have seen situations where teachers need to be reminded many times about accommodations. Sometimes teachers even outright refuse to provide them. It is very apparent that special education students need to learn how to self-advocate so they can make sure they get the proper support that has been approved for them.

Self-advocacy is a skill that the child has to develop over time. They are never too young to start. Even in kindergarten and first grade you can help your child learn what support is needed in order to get his schoolwork done. For example, let’s say you have a child with ADHD, and he has difficulty sitting still. He needs movement breaks. If the teacher keeps saying “get in your seat, get in your seat,” he must learn to say to the teacher “I’m allowed to move around.” It doesn’t matter what age the child is, you need to teach him that he has a right to get what he needs.

 

Bonnie has spent the better part of 25 years as a graphic designer and artist. Always a lover of psychology and the forces that influence behavior, it was a natural transition for her to begin working to resolve her oldest son’s special education challenges. When he was six, a neuropsychologist said he was beyond help, and to plan for his group home care as an adult. Bonnie could not accept that nothing could be done, and she set on a path to find solutions to help her son. He is now an honor student and destined to live a typical life.

Having been through the special ed system as a mom, and now as a advocate and counselor, she saw the need for support for the parents who carry this challenging burden. She has helped parents who struggle with districts who refused services, and she has coached parents in finding ways help their child succeed against the odds. Bonnie knows the fear a mother feels when her child’s future is uncertain, and that is why she chose to shift her life focus into educational consulting. She has a thriving practice as an  educational consultant and advocate for parents who find themselves struggling with the special education journey.

She is the author of Special Ed Mom Survival Guide: How to prevail in the special ed process while discovering life-long strategies for both you and your child. She is also the creator of Grounded for Life: 52 Exercises for Daily Grounding, and co-author of Same Journey, Different Paths: Stories of Auditory Processing Disorder. She has a masters in educational counseling and another in spiritual psychology. Her bachelors degree is in architecture. She lives in Ventura County, California with her husband, two boys and their two furry felines.

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Excerpt Edger by David Beem #NewRelease #Giveaway

Edger

by David Beem

Meet Edger (Ed-jer), a twenty-six-year-old gadget retail dork destined to become the world’s first superhero!

His superpower: the ability to channel the Collective Unconscious, a psychic network connecting the living and the dead. In his arsenal are the skills of Bruce Lee, the strength of Samson, the wisdom of the ages…and the dancing chops of Michael Jackson—including that one twisty foot move, crotch grab, and fedora tilt.

But there’s a catch…

Like every psychic superpower to get administered through a hypodermic needle, this one comes with a prick. Someone seems to have misplaced the booster necessary for stabilizing his superpower. Without it, Edger has three days before his brain turns to pudding.

Join our Dork of Destiny as he overcomes the world’s greatest butt, two rival Cluck-n-Pray gangs, an evil cow, a Green Bay Defensive Tackle, rifle-toting assassins—and a pair of stoners who inadvertently create the world’s first supervillain after a wild night on Twitter!

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Wang and Shmuel at the Q

Wang ducks behind the postcard rack in the gift shop. Once the two security guards race past, he spins to face Shmuel, who is wearing a pair of Chargers sunglasses, a Chargers ski hat, three Chargers chain necklaces, and four Commemorative Chargers rings on each hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” snaps Wang.

“Shopping?”

“Put all that stuff back!”

“Imma get me some gold front teeth,” says Shmuel, grinning into the mirror at the top of the sunglasses rack.

“Dude, we don’t have time for this! Those guys are going after Chicowgo right now!”

“They are?” Shmuel takes off his shades and puts them back on the rack. “Now? How do you know?”

“I heard it on their radios. Chicowgo is in the visiting team’s locker room.”

“Well, that’s right over there.” Shmuel points without looking over his shoulder in the correct direction. Wang bites his lip, then drags Shmuel around to the other side of the sunglasses rack, so they’re obscured from the guard sitting next to the door with the big letters over it that spell: OFF LIMITS. Shmuel pushes Wang’s blocking arm down and peers around the sunglasses rack to where the guard is finishing his lunch from a Cluck-n-Pray bag.

“Is that…is that one of our brownies?”

Wang nods.

“Well, that’s convenient,” says Shmuel, his eyebrows going up. “I mean, the one guard we need to sneak past to get Chicowgo back just happens to be eating one of our Very Special Brownies?”

Wang turns around to face him. “What’s your point?”

“Just doesn’t seem very plausible is all I’m saying.”

“Plausible? Plausible?” Wang frowns. “The fuck are you? A movie critic? Look. Just chat him up for five secs. I’ll slip by, take the elevator down, and get your damn cow back. How’s that sound?”

“I think it doesn’t sound very plausible?”

“Yeah? Well, that’s what they said about Donald Trump, and look how that turned out.”

“Shit, dude. You think the Russians are gonna make the Green Bay locker room great again?”

Wang’s eyes narrow. “Can you do your part of the job or not?”

“Chat up the security guard while you get Chicowgo back? Sure. But I don’t think it’s such a good idea to talk politics? I don’t know who he voted for.”

Wang shoves him toward the security guard. “Big fucking surprise. You don’t know who you voted for either, now get going!”

 

David Beem enjoys superhero movies, taekwondo, and flossing. He lives in Djibouti with his family and crippling self-doubt. Help actualize David’s inner confidence. Visit his website today, and buy all the stuff.

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Excerpt – Mirror Image and Giveaway

Las Vegas stripper, Jazz Connolly is wrongly accused of murder and finds out the killer may be her identical twin. With help from a Denver cop Mike Mitchell—the latest victim’s best friend and her accuser, Jazz uncovers facts about her past, a dark secret twisted with lies, and clues to the killer’s true identity.

When Mike finds Jazz on his doorstep, he can’t resist the temptation and helps her track down details of her past. As they uncover clues, he can’t ignore the potent chemistry between them. In this tangled web of chaos, their passion ignites, but can they learn to trust each other? While the body count grows, they will have to fight back, love hard, and survive in order to learn the truth and expose the real killer.

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Studying the picture of the woman, I could swear I’m looking at myself. “I don’t know who that is, but that isn’t me,” I gulp out. “I don’t have clothes like that and my wig is black.”

“It’s uncanny, isn’t it though? She looks just like you, aside from the wig. Are you sure you don’t have any siblings? Maybe a twin sister? She has to be, from the way you two look so much alike.” Lindstrum charges.

“No. I’m an only child. I don’t even have cousins,” I say. All the while my focus is on the picture of the woman in the red wig. I know it’s me in the black wig. But both detectives are right. This woman and I can pass for sisters. Twins.

“Are you sure?” Ruiz is insistent. “We tried getting into your adoption files but they’re blocked.”

“Positive.” Wait. Did I hear him correctly? “What do you mean adoption files?” I ask, staring at Ruiz for the answers. “This has to be some mistake? I’m not adopted.” Or am I?

“We were able to find some details about your adoption, Ms. Jessica Ann Connolly. What we uncovered is that you were adopted by Margaret and William Connolly from Brandford, Idaho, on June 13, 1991.” Lindstrum says evenly. He leans back in his chair and nods at me. “That is the truth.”

I’m adopted. Shock tears through me. Is this possible? The truth is like a boulder on my chest and I can’t breathe. I don’t know what to think or do. Everything is starting to spin. Not even sure if I’m having a heart attack because my chest is hurting so bad. My skin’s prickling tight against my bones and my hearing and vision are fading in and out.

Don’t pass out, is all I can repeat to myself, but that is exactly what I do.

 

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Excerpt – A Painting to Die For Book 3 Jenna Scali Mystery Series by Joan Curtis

A Painting to Die For

Book 3 Jenna Scali Mystery Series

Jenna’s quiet weekend turns upside down when her house is ransacked and a body is found with her name and number in its possession. Meanwhile her long-lost cousins show up with stories about international art theft dating back to World War II.

While Jenna questions the motives of her dead father in his connection to stolen art, the police find a second body with Jenna’s name in its possession and she becomes the primary link in two murder inquiries. Sidestepping the police and dodging the mob, she and her best friend, Quentin, embark on their own investigation to save themselves and Jenna’s cousins from untimely deaths.

Offset by the quiet university town where faculty and students mill about, minding their own business, Jenna is kidnapped and held at gunpoint while her double-crossing, lying cousins chase after the missing painting worth millions.

A Painting to Die For forms a web of deceit that leaves Jenna doubting everything she believes about her father and his Italian heritage.

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A few minutes later, my co-worker and second best friend in the world came
thundering in like a woman possessed. Starr carried a cloth bag, full of potions,
brushes, curling irons and who knew what else. She placed the bag at my feet and
plopped down next to me, her usually wild curly hair more frizzled than ever and
her large blue eyes bulging.
“Jenna, what the devil is going on? All those police cars all over the place, and
I thought, well, my little mind couldn’t help itself, imagining something terrible had
happened to you. And, my Lord! Look at this place.”
“I forgot all about you highlighting my hair today, Starr. I’m sorry. I should
have called you. This has been a crazy weekend. First my cousins—”
“Slow down and tell me why your house is full of cops and looks as if a
hurricane struck inside. Then you can jabber on about your cousins. Lordy, I’m not
believing this place.”
“But, my cousins may be why the police are here.”
Her eyes widened more, if that were possible.
“They showed up on my doorstep on Saturday afternoon with some cock-
and-bull story about somebody stealing my daddy’s painting.”

Starr was shaking her head. “You’re not making any sense. Your daddy? I
thought he was dead, sweet pea. How’s he gonna paint a picture if he’s dead?”
I gave Starr a quick rundown of the weekend with my cousins and the stolen
painting.
“That sounds like a story in my hometown newspaper and equally hard to
follow. Are you saying some low-life stole your daddy’s painting? But why? Was he
famous or something?”
Before I could answer, Rich returned with Sergeant Lewis beside him.
When Starr saw Rich, she jumped up and gave him a bear hug. “Thank the
good Lord you’re here. What has our girl gone and gotten her little self mixed up in
now?”
Rich grinned. “We’re not sure. It could be kids looking for amphetamines or
Oxycodone.”
“Jenna doesn’t take any of that stuff.”
“We’ve had a lot of break-ins lately,” Lewis interjected, “in and around Five
Points, likely college kids. They case the area, and if they spot someone living alone,
they watch until the person leaves, then they do their handiwork. That’s probably
what’s going on here. It has nothing to do with what Miss Scali takes or doesn’t
take.”
“But to leave this place like this. It looks as if she’d been entertaining General
Sherman’s troops in her living room. What a Gawd-awful mess.” She’d begun picking
up papers and books off the floor. “Those kids need the hide beaten right off of
them.”

“Yeah, we’d love to do that. Trust me. It’s like this because they were
apparently in a hurry,” Lewis said. “I’m a little curious, though. Usually the kids
break a window. They don’t care about the mess or the noise. But, this time no
windows are broken. It looks as if someone jimmied the lock on the backdoor. That’s
new.”
“Maybe they’ve gotten smarter,” I suggested.
Just then Quentin flew in the door and ran over to me. “Jenna, love, what in
the world happened here?”
By now tears flowed down my face, rendering me speechless and unable to
answer any more questions.
“Could this have anything to do with the missing—”
I gave him a hard kick in the shin.
“Ouch! What the devil?”
I shook my head at him. On cue, Rich pulled Sergeant Lewis aside.
While the two policemen conferred, I whispered to Quentin, “We don’t want
to alert Sergeant Lewis to my cousins just yet.”
“Oh, okay, sorry, love. I’m just flabbergasted. Last night you had everything so
tidy.”
“C’mon, let’s get out of here,” Starr said. “My little heart can’t take this chaos.”
The three of us exited the front door with Quentin busy on his phone. “I’ll just
text Rosaria to pop over. And, maybe Lucille. You’re gonna need the troops to get
your place sorted.”
Rich ran us down. “Where are you going?”

“We thought it would be best for Jenna to get out of the way,” Starr answered.
“She’s pretty shook up,” Quentin added.
Clearly no one thought I could talk for myself.
“Okay, but I’ll text you when they’re done. I’m not real comfortable with you
staying here by yourself tonight.”
“Does that mean you’ll stay over?”
“I can’t. I’ve got a meeting at seven a.m. tomorrow. But—”
“No worries. Steve’s visiting his no-good brother in Americus. She’s going
home with me, and I’ll even make a bed for the darn cats,” Starr said.
With that, we piled into Starr’s minivan and headed for parts unknown.

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The e-Murderer: Book 1 Jenna Scali mystery series won the GOLD in the Global eBook Awards for 2016 for Mystery.

The Clock Strikes Midnight has won three major awards. FINALIST in the prestigious Eric Hoffer Book Awards 2016, FIRST PLACE Royal Palm Literary Award for mainstream/literary 2015 and the Silver in the Global eBook Awards for 2015 for Fiction/Suspense

Murder on Moonshine Hill won the SILVER in the Global eBook Awards for 2017 Mystery and the BRONZE 2017 for Southern fiction Reader’s Favorite.

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Book Excerpt The Vengeful Thief (Stolen Hearts)

Peter Slade never thought he’d be coming home. But after his family is put in danger because of his past misdeeds, he has to reconcile with the son he abandoned years ago .

But his son has been in good hands. Liv Morgan has never been the nurturing type, but when hard times forced her to move in with her best friend and her orphaned nephew, she found herself being the adoptive mother to a troublemaker with a heart of gold.

Liv has no idea what trouble really is. When Slade rolls back in town and is ready to reconcile with his son, Liv finds herself walking the thin line between the estranged father and son. And as she’s more and more drawn to Slade, she realizes that if things go wrong, it will be more than just her heart breaking.

But Slade came back for a reason. His family is in danger. Liv might think that keeping him away will protect her heart, but he wants her body safe too and to do that, he’s going to have to stay close. Liv is about to learn that revenge has never been this sexy…

Excerpt – She could feel herself coming closer and closer to the edge; she tossed her head back and blinked as the orgasm approached. Except the mystery man wasn’t between her legs anymore. He stood above her and stared down at her as she worked on herself.

She gasped in surprise at the strange turn the fantasy took when she realized it wasn’t a fantasy. There really was the silhouette of a man standing over her bed and staring at her. One big scary ass man.

And that’s when she screamed.

~~~~~

Slade shouldn’t be surprised. If he’d been in the middle of what this woman was clearly in the middle of, he would’ve probably screamed too. Yet he found himself in momentary shock. He wanted to shut her up, but he already knew he’d overstepped too many bounds, and touching her after he had already entered her room without permission was a step too far even for him.

He held up his hands as a sign that he wasn’t a threat, even though he knew the gesture was mostly pointless. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, even though he didn’t think she could hear him over the sounds of her screams.

Then she bolted to the side of the bed and he saw the cell phone out of the corner of his eye.

He cursed in frustration as he admitted defeat and bolted into action. She was fast, but he was faster. As soon as she grabbed the phone, he was around the bed and had both of her wrists in one of his hands. She tried to twist around to fight him, but as she moved and writhed, she just wiggled herself right where he wanted her. For her safety, obviously.

The closer she was to him, the easier he’d be able to control her. UnfortunatelyMallory Crowe is the award winning author of the Fractured Farrells series, the Bad Boys of the Underworld series and many other novels. She grew up surrounded by rescue dogs and escaping into romance books whenever possible. After trying to do the “adult” thing by getting an accounting degree and CPA license, she decided to try her hand at writing and never looked back.An avid traveler, reader, and Netflix addict, Mallory currently lives in Michigan, with her neurotic but laid back dog.

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Excerpt from The Simple Soul of Susan by Noel Branham

“Simple is as simple loves.”

Susan Combs had long ago found the love of her life. The only problem was the other party still didn’t know he had been found. 

Every day Susan saw Calder Hurtz, her next door neighbor and childhood best friend. They always enjoyed the short drive to school down the dusty streets of their small Texas town. She was happy in those perfect moments, for her life at home was most imperfect. The challenging homestead she inhabited was also the favorite subject of local gossip.

But one autumn day she overhears two boys having a conversation. This occasion of accidental audience sets Susan’s life on an unforeseen path. In the seasons to come, her future will be changed by two hospitalizations, two confessions of love, and one betrayal.

Compulsively readable, The Simple Soul of Susan is an engaging, soul-endearing romance and a mesmerizing debut.

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Goat Skedaddles

Susan grabbed at the “Have a Nice Day” sticker and pulled it off.

“The greeter said I had been a ‘really good girl’ so he gave me a sticker. I tried to reach out for it, but he just stuck it on me…there. He…he was just being nice.”

“Susan.” Calder put his hand on the buggy to stop her. “He was not just being nice.”

“I don’t think…”

“You should report him.”

“It’s just a sticker, and I’m… I mean, they can’t prove anything.”

“I can tell you didn’t like that.”

“Well, no, but…”

“No buts. He shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“I’ll just forgive and forget…”

“I won’t.” He turned around and headed back to the store.

“Calder, really there isn’t anything that can be done…”

“Be right back,” he called.

Susan loaded the lantana into the back of the truck and wondered what Calder was doing in the store. Seven minutes later Calder was back. He jumped in the passenger’s seat and put on his seat belt.

“What did you do?” she asked suspiciously.

“Nothing.” He smirked.

“Tell me!”

He wouldn’t.

 

After a quick stop at the sheriff’s office to drop off food for Calder’s dad, they unloaded the plants together, first heading to Susan’s barn to grab a wheelbarrow.

As they rounded the corner from the house, Calder stopped and stared. “Whoa. Did you paint the barn?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Susan replied dismissively. “And reinforced the supporting beams. The city was going to write a violation.”

Calder scratched his head. “But where did you—” he began.

“What is the mulch for?” Susan interrupted, nodding to a small bag Calder carried.

“Hiding the evidence,” he concluded with a wink.

They confirmed that Goat was still where they had left her in the shed. Goat shot them a rebellious glare regarding her confinement. Calder had procured a shovel and was removing the bushes when Susan came back outside after putting away a few groceries she had bought.

“Hey, what are we going to do with these old ones?” Calder asked, grunting with the effort of pulling a plant while trying not to tear the root system.

“Oh, I know! I’ll buy them from you and put them in my yard,” Susan offered.

“Sounds good, minus the buying part,” Calder said as he pulled.

“No, I will pay you back. It was my fault Goat got out.”

“They’re a really early birthday present. This way you’ll get flowers from me every year,” Calder quipped.

“It’s a nice thought, but what if the frost gets them before then?”

“Then I guess I’ll just have to buy you some,” Calder said as he loaded a newly excavated plant into the rusty wheelbarrow.

It was a sweet answer, but Susan didn’t take him with any degree of seriousness. He always said nice things to girls, and she knew better than to take his words to heart.

“Why are there stickers all over your rear end?” Susan exclaimed as Calder turned from the wheelbarrow to retrieve his shovel.

“Ha, dagnabit! I forgot to take them off!”

He pulled off one of his work gloves and threw it down to begin pulling the stickers off one by one.

“Calder, what happened? Just tell me!”

“Nope. Did I miss any?” He looked over his left shoulder and then the right to inspect the back of his work jeans.

“I’ll use your middle name,” Susan threatened, ignoring his previous statement.

“Sue! Is that how you treat your friends?”

“Friend. I only have one apparently, remember?”

“I wanted you to hear it from the gossips in town,” he almost whined.

“Just tell me!” Susan ordered, all playfulness set aside.

“Fine. I passed the greeter who did that to you and demanded a sticker for my rear. He refused, so I made a comment about him putting stickers in inappropriate places for other ‘youngsters.’ And then I grabbed one and made a scene.”

Susan laughed. “Thanks, Calder. But how did you end up getting so many stickers from him?”

He stopped shoveling, crossed his hands at the top of the shovel, and rested his chin on top of them. “Well, you see, Sue, I was a really, really good boy.”

Born and raised in a small Texas town, Noel Branham started her career
in digital communications after graduating with a degree in English. An
award winning communicator, she now writes from her home in Florida about
things closest to the heart: home, family, and love. Her debut novel will
be published Fall 2017.

 

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Excerpt – The Duke Needs a Wife

ThedukeneedsawifeThe Duke needs a Wife new cover copyOn the untimely demise of her parents, Miss Cassandra Whitney endures abject poverty raising her siblings. She faces further torment as her landlord, the odious Baron Scudder, threatens her with eviction, if she refuses to assent to his offer of marriage to her younger sister Belle. As Cassandra fights to save her family, she inherits a titled estate and a ruin of a castle.
News of Casandra’s inheritance travels fast, reaching the highest circles in the ton. The Dowager Duchess of Taunton immediately sees her as a worthy match for her son Maximillian the 6th Duke of Taunton a renowned rakehell. The dowager also plans to take control over the castle which would be a prestigious venue for her many balls and hunting weekends. However, neither Cassandra nor Maximillian has any desire to wed. The Duke is more than inclined to enjoy his various mistresses without the entanglement of matrimony; besides his time is mainly caught up with horses, gaming and his club. What with her siblings, the estate and a ruin of a castle to renovate Cassandra could not possibly entertain the idea of courtship.
Both did not anticipate the manipulative powers of the dowager who slyly arranges a meeting between them.
On seeing Cassandra, Max is suitably impressed with her wit and ironic humour. Already tiring of one of his mistresses, she would be a welcome replacement. Although charmed with his handsome looks and seductive overtures, Cassandra puts him firmly in his place.
Can Cassandra resist the devilish overtures of the Duke and the devious ploys of the dowager?

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‘Looks to me like you’re in one hell of a fix; Matilda’s a diamond of the first water.’ Lord George Ormesby arched fine blond eyebrows as he lounged in a leather armchair. He was lucky to get it; the club was full today.

‘Hmm, Treadham’s threatening to sue me.’ Maximillian, the sixth Duke of Taunton, lolling in a Louis XV armchair, glowered. ‘I don’t think he’ll settle for less than twenty thousand.’

‘Trouble is Max old boy; she is his wife, his property.’ George pursed his lips. ‘He’s invested heavily in her, what with the gowns, gems and a pied de terre during the season.’

‘Invested? Deuce George, we’re not talking about a bloody horse; Matilda has a brain albeit filled with feathers.’ He shrugged, toned muscles filling out the blue superfine coat.

‘It’s the feather-brained lasses who have us men brawling over them, or rather their titties.’ His friend smiled wryly, tapping long elegant fingers.

‘I offered him satisfaction; pistols at dawn, but the blighter’s turned me down, insists his wife’s damaged property, and demands I pay for it.’

‘If you meddle with the married ones, do it behind closed doors m’boy.’

‘Well I hardly shouted it from the roof tops.’ Max exclaimed, thrumming his fingers on the table.

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My main loves are writing, painting and singing. I began work as a PA but to my joy was spotted by an agent in London and had an exciting career as a singer, meeting and singing with some wonderful people. Singing meant a lot of travelling both in the UK and abroad. At one time, I toured Germany and Turkey singing for the American troops, which was a fantastic experience. But then, my husband and I wanted a family, so I said good-bye to the singing career, although I did the occasional gig. Having children is such a precious time, and I would say to anyone, treasure it, it goes so quickly and before you know it, you’re waving them off to Uni or pursuing their own dreams and their own homes.

I have always had a deep interest in psychology for various reasons, and especially the area of neurosis arising from abuse. Later, I was to study how we could use our body, mind and spirit to relieve pain and overcome some life-threatening diseases. One important thing here is, I always told my patients to continue with medical treatment along with the complementary and spiritual methods, for I believe medical research and medication is also a gift from God, Spirit or the Universe, as each of us wishes to name it.

I have loved writing from a child and during the years of study, research and treating some wonderful people, whom I called my friends, I would write at night, mainly short stories, and reams of poetry. I wanted to learn how to write self-help books for my clients, so I took creative writing courses at university, which led to writing a novel. So self-help novels turned to fiction but even so, I hope the novels help the reader through their own challenges, as the characters experience love, loss, passion, jealousy, illness, joy and conflict, even the threat of death.

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