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“Oh my God!” Zoe gasped in pain as she slapped her hand down hard on the kitchen island, leaned over and groaned as the contraction that she was pretending wasn’t happening nearly knocked her on her ass.
“Everything okay, sweetheart?” he asked casually as he leaned back in his chair, glad the kids were at their Uncle Jared’s so that they wouldn’t have to see this sad display of… Read More
This was going to be the best day ever, Joe thought while she took a satisfying sip of her ice cold Coke as she watched her husband from across the room sitting at a rickety old table, openly glaring at her while some blonde tried to get his attention.
She could have let him out of this by letting him sign the roster sheet for today and tomorrow, but where would the fun in that be? She normally hated running these classes, but once a year when her husband had to take the course she felt an overwhelming sense of… Read More
Dear Reader,
I was going to do a bargain with you, in exchange for leaving a review for Christmas from Hell or Fated, and liking reviews that you think were helpful, I was going to release the first chapter of Fire & Brimstone, but apparently I already shared that chapter weeks ago.
“God, I hate these things,” the pretty blonde said with her face scrunched up playfully as she placed her twenty-four-ounce cup of coffee on the table next to him.
Eric absently nodded as he picked up his own large cup of Dunkin Donut’s coffee and took a sip while the blonde took his silence as an invitation and sat down next to him. Not even five minutes into this thing and he was already bored out of his fucking… Read More
Dear Reader,
Ive been thinking about what Chronicle to do next and my mind keeps coming back to Honeymoon from Hell IV. I feel a great deal more comfortable writing this as a Chronicle than I would the Cooking Lessons.
For one thing, it's only one HFH instead of the six that I originally did and I can write this one out as I did the original ones. I wouldn't be able to pull that off for the cooking lessons because books like that always change and I could end up deleting earlier chapters or changing things to make it work.… Read More
From Fire & Brimstone....
“How did you get in here?” she asked, although she had several questions, she decided to ask the only one that mattered at the moment.
“You left the door unlocked,” he said as she felt the bed dip next to her, which of course led to her next question.
“Tell me that you didn’t just climb into bed with me,” she said, praying that she was mistaken.
“Fine. I wont,” he said, but she knew that the large son of a bitch had done exactly… Read More
“I’m sorry. What was that?” Jason asked, shoving a cookie in his mouth as he tried not to panic.
There was no fucking way that she’d just said what he’d thought she had, because that would mean…
He shifted his attention to the large bastard curled into the fetal position in the bed next to him. There was no way that Trevor was dumb enough to open his big fucking mouth. Then again, that would explain why he felt the need to shove nuclear waste in his mouth, Jason mused thoughtfully as he nibbled on a cookie.
“Well?” Zoe asked, looking hopeful… Read More
Due to an epic battle of tattling between my children, no sleep thanks to my dog and just pure exhaustion, I need to take a day for myself. I will get the next Chronicle up tomorrow.
I'm sorry about the delay, but honestly, my nerves can't take anymore… Read More
“You’re not going anywhere,” he said, wondering if he should change meat venders.
“I really am,” she said evenly as she glared up at him.
“Think again,” he said, deciding that the overall cost wouldn’t justify the switch.
“Look,” she said, getting in his face, or at least she’d tried to, but since he had a good ten inches on her it was an epic failure on her part, “I don’t like you and you don’t like me.… Read More
“I thought he was immune,” Zoe said as she stood by the bed where her husband was tossing and turning as he begged for death…and pizza.
Jason nodded absently as he popped another chip in his mouth. “He is,” he said, gesturing with the chip to Trevor’s face and arms, “He hasn’t broken out in hives yet so I really wouldn’t worry.”
She bit her lip at the reminder of the unfortunate reaction ninety percent of the people that mistakenly ate her baked goods had these days. It was embarrassing, especially since she’d married into a family that adored baked goods.
“He’ll… Read More