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Novel (Dark, Edgy Women's Fiction/Magical Realism)
Destiny rarely gives a woman a second chance at love, especially not with a man who died twenty years ago.
Short Stories (Magical Realism)
If Heart's Chalice, the novel, is a waterfall, then these short stories are its ripples.
Patchwork Stained Glass
Novel (Book Club Fiction)
An atheist falls for a country preacher. Can love triumph over conflicting ideologies?
Novel (Literary Love Story)
He's her first chance at love. She's his last.
- Print version now available online from Black Lyon Publishing, Barnes & Noble, Books-a-Million, Powell's, and Amazon.com (United States, Canada, Japan, United Kingdom, France and Germany).
- You can also download Mirror Blue for Kindle and Mirror Blue for Nook.
- If Mirror Blue isn't on the shelves of your local bookstore, it can be ordered from bookstores in the United States (ISBN # 978-1-934912-16-4).
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Choice Lines From My Books
- Silence drug itself out between them like a stone monolith pulled across grinding sand by bone-tired workers.
- Isaac squinted against the sun then looked at Aphra, and she noticed, again, the slight—and sexy—asymmetry of his eyes. “Your hair is so pretty,” he said. “It looks red, seeing it in the sunshine. Like autumn’s breath burning down your back.”
Patchwork Stained Glass
- Rom had never seen a romantic relationship come to anything but anguish at worst and gut-chewing disillusionment at best. Romantic love was a myth, irrational. And ever since Romilly could remember, she'd found her refuge in the rational.
- As he walked away, Romilly was rendered breathless by his proud, straight-shouldered bearing. The word which most defined her at that moment was “smitten.” She exhaled her pent-up breath in a loud whoosh. In signing up for Comparative Religion, just what the mythical hell had she gotten herself into?
- Laurel dreamed of Nate every night. In her dreams, he was eternally eighteen. In her dreams, they talked, planned, lifted each other up, and comforted each other. Dreams were her favorite part of her life. Though she no longer wanted to die, she wanted to sleep. When she went to sleep, Nate was waiting for her there.
- From the stump where she was sitting, Laurel stared between the cedar trees. Her peripheral vision had picked up a little girl, a forest fairy with long, dark hair and features like Nate's. But when Laurel focused on her, the girl faded to gossamer lines, a child sketched by sunlit spiderwebs, until even those vanished.
- Laurel picked up a twig and drew random designs in the leaf-litter. With his talent and hard work, surely Nate would build a name for himself as a science-fiction author. From her second sight, she got glints and glimmers of a future for herself in music. But for Nate, all that came through was a question mark.
- As the cat ate the tuna, the woman stroked his back gently and cried. Her emotions surrounded him—their weight, their pungent scent. He didn’t understand most of them. But in the dark miasma, the cat sensed the birth of something like a ray of sunshine—something that, if he helped strengthen it, might chase her dark clouds away.