Chronicles

Thanksgiving: Bradford Style

“Are you ogling my husband?”

“Yes,” Kasey admitted with a nod as she finished off the rest of her cider before holding up the empty cup to the man in question.

“Okay,” Rebecca said with an unconcerned shrug as she joined them at the table.

With a glare, most likely for interrupting his work, Lucifer reluctantly stepped away from her collection of spices that he’d been in the middle of organizing to refill her drink. Once he’d filled her cup, he took it upon himself to add a few more slices of cranberry bread and banana bread to her plate and Haley’s… Read More

Trick or Treat: Part 3

“Oh, my god! I love CaseyCooks.com!” the woman that had tossed two regular size candy bars in their bucket gushed as she pressed one hand against her chest and with the other, she blindly reached into the large bucket overflowing with regular sized candy bars, grabbed three Reese’s Peanut Butter cup bars and tossed them in their bucket.

“She’s my aunt,” Sebastian said smoothly with a sweet smile that somehow earned him four more candy bars.

She wasn’t sure how he was doing it, but since they’d arrived at this Halloween utopia where no one gave away anything smaller than a… Read More

Sick Day!!!

I'll be skipping this week's Chronicle since I caught my son's man flu :( 

I've been sick all week and it just seems to be getting worse. My apologies and I will do my best to make it up to you next… Read More

Trick or Treat: Part II

“So, are you ever going to tell me why you didn’t want to go Trick or Treating?”

“No,” Sebastian said with a simple shake of his head as he adjusted the large bucket by his side as he watched his uncle head across the street to join them.

“I thought Aunt Haley banned him from Trick or Treating,” Mikey said, reaching for the bucket, but one look from him had her rolling her eyes and shaking her head as she reached over and grabbed one of the many baseballs that could be found around her house and yard and began rolling… Read More

Trick or Treat: Part I

“Why are you still here?” Sebastian asked, as he kicked off his boots and threw himself on her bed.

“Not going,” Mikey said, shrugging it off and hoping he just dropped it.

“Why not?” he asked, shaking his head and still not bothering to look at her as he reached over and helped himself to the stack of books that he kept by her bed.

“Just changed my mind,” she said, even as she struggled to figure out a way to get him to change him mind about skipping Trick or Treating, but she honestly couldn’t come up with anything beyond free… Read More

A Sneak Peek at Trace’s book: A Pyte/Sentinel Novel

The sound of glass shattering brought her fully awake with a gasp. Her heart pounded against her chest as memories from the night before came crashing down around her at the same time that she realized she was still gagged, but now sitting up and secured to one of the support beams running through the middle of the dimly lit basement.

Sam looked around and when she spotted what she knew from years of working in the emergency room was drying blood on the stone floor in front of her, she forced herself to ignore it and search for the… Read More

The Vacation from Hell: Part I

“There’s nowhere to sit!”

“I want to sit in the front!”

“No, I’m sitting there!”

As the kids continued to fight over who was sitting where, Trevor rubbed the back of his neck, wondering why he’d agreed to do this. He must have been out of his fucking mind to agree to take his kids, Jason’s kids, and of course, Mikey on this trip. While he watched Cole take Jonathan down with an impressive headlock he decided that he’d definitely been out of his fucking mind to agree to… Read More

A Sneak Peek at “Irresistible”

“This is it,” he said with flourish as he opened his bedroom door only to have the damn thing get stuck on the disturbing towel that he’d used this morning.

Throwing her another one of those reassuring smiles that was starting to make him feel like a jackass, he discretely shoved the door harder as he tried to kick the towel out of the way until the door finally flew open and-

“Shit!”

Slammed into the wall, breaking the doorstopper in half and allowing the doorknob to embed itself in the wall and officially making the very long list of things that… Read More

Just Tired: Part III

Cough. “I’m thirsty.” Cough.

“No,” Danny mumbled with a yawn into his pillow, as he shifted to get more comfortable, careful to keep his arm wrapped around his wiggling wife.

“But, I’m ever so thirsty,” Jodi said with a sniffle.

“No,” he said, too damn exhausted to play this game.

“But-”

“No,” he said more firmly, as he tightened his arm around her and pulled her closer to prevent anymore attempted escapes.

“But, I’m fine,” she promised him with a little wiggle and a sigh that he wasn’t buying, not… Read More

Just Tired: Part II

“I’m gonna go lie down upstairs,” Jodi mumbled around a yawn, as she grabbed her pillow and cellphone and headed upstairs while he sat there, wondering why she wasn’t terrorizing the neighborhood by now.

It had been twenty minutes and…nothing.

She wasn’t running around the house, stripping naked as she made her way towards the front door, throwing a bag of flour in the oven to bake him a cake, trying to jump out the window, or going live on Facebook so that she could reminisce about just good it had felt that time he’d bent her over the picnic table… Read More