Good Things Coming!
Dear Reader,
I'm sure that you've noticed that I've been very quiet lately. Well, that's because I've been up to now good ;)
I am currently working on your new Chronicle series which I am aiming to start this January :) I am working on it in the super secret reader project group with a group of amazing readers. We came up with a story that we hope that you'll enjoy :)
Maternity Leave
Part IX
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“You’re pretty,” came the announcement that had Devin dropping his hands away to find his wife watching him with a thoughtful expression on her face.
“How are you feeling?” Devin asked as he reached over and placed his hand on the large swell of Charlie’s belly, careful of the fetal monitors secured around her belly.
“Really pretty,” Charlie said with a wistful… Read More
Something Naughty
Dear Reader,
Brace yourselves.
We're about to do something incredibly naughty.
We're about to finally change the Chronicles. I know, you're excited. Me, too. It's been a long time coming, but now, I am finally ready to make my move.
With that being said, I have to make some decisions. So, I have some deeply disturbing true crime documentary on, my son is making me homemade cheese-less pizza, cause… Read More
Maternity Leave
Part VIII
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“This isn’t what we were promised, Daddy,” Abbi said evenly with a glare as she folded her arms over her small chest and-
Swallowed nervously when Charlie was forced to turn her head and bury her face against the pillow and released another scream. Once she was done, she raised her head only to bury her face back against the pillow and release another scream as Devin’s legs… Read More
Maternity Leave
Part VII
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Where’s the baby, Mommy?” Abbi demanded, her glare never leaving Charlie as she continued giving the kitten in her arms baby kisses.
“We were promised a baby, Mommy,” Dustin reminded her as he climbed onto the chair next to her with a disappointed sigh and a coloring book.
“Is no one concerned about your father?” Charlie couldn’t help but wonder as she… Read More
Maternity Leave
Part VI
An R.L. Mathewson
“It needs to be organized,” Lucifer bit out as he got in his brother’s face.
“It really does,” Charlie murmured in agreement as she absently gestured with the hamburger that Lucifer made for her with a nod as her attention shifted to Aidan.
“She doesn’t need all this crap,” Aidan bit out with a glare at his brother, refusing to back down.
Maternity Leave
Part V
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“She’s going to kill you,” T.J. said as Devin threw his truck in park.
“She has bigger problems to deal with at the moment,” Devin reminded him with a satisfied sigh, wondering why he didn’t think of this sooner.
For the past few months, he’d been trying to get Charlie to take it easy, but his wife was incredibly stubborn and refused… Read More
Maternity Leave & A New Book Release
Part IV
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Can we talk about this?” Charlie asked, licking her lips nervously as she struggled not to panic, but it was difficult knowing who was waiting for her on the other side of the locked bathroom door.
“Open the door, Charlie,” came the absently murmured words that let her know that he was looking at another to-do list.
Oh, god…
Maternity Leave Part III
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
He was up to something, Charlie thought, nibbling on a fresh jelly donut as she watched Devin through the office windows overlooking the shop. He’d given up a little too easily there at the end and…
He was definitely up to something, she decided with a firm nod as she watched him work. All morning he’d been on her about going on maternity leave and then he sent a text and…nothing. Not another word, glare, or threats… Read More
Dangers of Being A Teenage Pyte: Part I
This couldn’t be happening, Marc told himself as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, trying not to move when all he wanted to do was make a run for it and never look back. He never should have left his door unlocked, Marc thought as he slowly exhaled, praying that he’d imagined it as he laid there, hoping against hope that this was just a dream.
Please let this be a dream.
Swallowing hard, Marc forced himself to open his eyes and-