R.L. Mathewson Chronicles

Old School: Part II

“You’re exaggerating,” Robert said absently, his mind already back on the house and the apple pie that he’d heard his wife mention that she was going to bake for him.

“Am I?” Noah said dryly, drawing his attention back down to-

“Who’s this?” he couldn’t help but ask as he watched the cute little thing with overdone curls adorned with large pink bows grab onto his son’s arm and held on tightly by the looks of things.

He was actually impressed that she was able to hold onto Noah with the three little girls currently trying to pull her off threatening to… Read More

Old School Part I

“Try to go on without me,” Noah whispered weakly from where he lay sprawled out across the freshly polished kitchen floor.

“Okay,” Shaun, his twin brother and the reason that he was forced to do this, said with a shrug as he shoved another piece of bread in his mouth before reaching over and helping himself to Noah’s bowl of oatmeal.

Biting back a curse that would have Mrs. Buckman threatening to grab a switch, Noah shifted his gaze to his mother, careful to look pitiful as he did only to find her standing there, pinching the bridge of her nose… Read More

School Shopping: Part V

“Okay,” Mikey said with a little nod as she slowly exhaled and handed him a dull spoon, “I’m ready. Try to make it as painless as possible.”

“No,” he said, turning the page of the book that he must have read a hundred times already.

When the small hands fisted in his shirt and he found himself being shaken by his psychotic best friend. “They’re getting a cake!” she hissed, stressing this announcement with another shake that nearly made him lose his place.

“So? You like cake,” he said with a shrug as he reached up and gently pulled her hands so… Read More

School Shopping: Part IV

“I’d really like to go home now,” Mikey said from behind the safety of her hands since they provided an opportunity for her to continue pretending that this wasn’t happening, but unfortunately for her, her father wasn’t willing to do the same.

“Food hasn’t arrived yet,” he pointed out helplessly.

“I’m not hungry,” she said, really wishing that they weren’t here, and they wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the other man sitting across from her.

“Big day,” Uncle Trevor murmured, no doubt shooting her another encouraging smile that was meant to reassure her that everything was okay when they all… Read More

School Shopping: Part III

“You’ll pay for this,” Mikey bit out while the middle-aged woman pulling a roll of measuring tape out of her pocket ushered her towards the fitting rooms in the back.

“You really will,” Sebastian, who really should have known better than to try to hide in the electronics department, said from the plastic double stroller shaped like a car that they’d found abandoned by housewares that they’d somehow managed to shove him into.

“I’m starving,” Reese said, sighing heavily and looking absolutely bored while Trevor looked around, imagining Zoe in every piece of silk, lace, and a combination of… Read More

School Shopping: Part II

“Maybe we should call mom?” Sebastian suggested as he stood there, shooting a helpless glance towards his father and uncle who were still off to the side arguing before glancing back at the van to find Mikey still hiding in the back seat.

“We really should,” Mikey seconded from the safety of the van.

“We’ve got this,” his father said firmly, which was seconded by a firm nod by Uncle Reese and a shared fist bump that had Sebastian standing there, licking his lips nervously as he watched his uncle pluck Mikey out of the van, throw her over his shoulder… Read More

School Shopping: Part I

“Yeah, I’m not going,” Mikey said, shaking her head firmly, because this wasn’t happening.

“Mikey,” her mom said, sighing her name heavily with a sad shake of her head as she gestured for Mikey to get in the car.

“Not happening,” Mikey said, because she absolutely refused to get in that car.

It wasn’t happening.

It just… Read More

Excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious

“The call, wife?” Trace said, watching as his wife stared down at the piece of parchment that his father had left him and read the line of numbers that he hadn’t been able to make sense of to herself while he stood there taking in every devastating curve of her body before he forced himself to look away.

He didn’t want to notice how good his wife smelled or how soft her skin looked, because the last thing that he needed right now was a distraction. For the last three hundred and fifty-three years he’d thought of only one… Read More

Fourth of July

“No,” Jason said absently as he watched the kids play while Haley sat there, unable to help but sigh wistfully as she looked over her shoulder at the most beautiful sight that she’d ever seen in her life.

“It’s not happening,” Jason said as she took in the signs for cotton candy and fried dough with a wistful sigh.

“Just one game?” she said with a hopeful smile as she reached up and pushed her glasses back up only to catch the murderous glare now being sent her way.

“No,” the bully that she’d married bit out with a pointed look at… Read More

Giveaway and Chronicle Delay

Hey, everyone, sorry about the hour. I got distracted this weekend with work, fixing up the house, and more work, lol. The weekend rushed by me faster than expected. I will be posting the Chronicle Wednesday night. 

Now, for Wednesday's Chronicle we are going to do this a bit differently. We're going to do a giveaway. Comment here or on FB with a Chronicle idea and the winner will receive signed NFH books. 

Thank you and have a good… Read More