A young widow, Whitney concentrates on work and her children. A new client, Veronica Nelson, an elderly woman with a sour face hires Whitney as her corporate attorney. Whitney discovers Veronica has an intellectual property rights claim against a lucrative corporation that owes millions of dollars. Veronica asks Whitney to rewrite her Will then dies mysteriously a few days later. That’s when the calls begin and the shadows grow eyes. So begins a chain of events that spiral quickly out of control. Whitney discovers there are some things she cannot face alone.
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I have one of those brains that won't turn off at night. Many nights I would distract my intellect by revamping a movie, book or TV show in my mind. I would twist and turn the plots and characters to achieve the ending I preferred. That developed into side stories about my favorite minor characters. Each night I fell asleep in the middle of a grand adventure. It wasn't long before I began to create stories of my own and put pen to paper.
I love a good adventure. I love a good romance. As the mother of seven children, I also learned to love to play video games. One day it occurred to me to write an adventure that flowed like a video game and I added a touch of romance. Thus, Hypnotic Journey was born. The HJ characters are like a family to me. They are foolish, daring, resourceful, passionate and dedicated to their friends.
My love for Science Fiction gave birth to the Treborel Series. It’s a paranormal Sci-Fi romance featuring a psychotic villain and a multiple layer
of hero's fighting to survive the chaos.
I write about how friendship and love can carry you through situations that you might not otherwise survive. You will find my stories exciting and steamy, but I am not an erotic writer. My stories fade to dark when the steam begins to rise, but take it from me, the steam does rise and emotions do soar.
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3- What other hobbies do you enjoy when you are not writing? I play the piano, am learning to play the flute and sing.4- A lot of authors I have noticed have music as a way to help with their writing. Is this something that you have used as well? If not what are some things you have used? Music or a classic movie running in the background help me write, other times complete silence is best.
After lunch, Whitney sat on the dock behind their house dangling her feet in the cool water and spent the afternoon watching the kids swim. Zack and Blake were like fish. They jumped from the dock with whoops and hollers. Ashley stayed in the water dog-paddling within the security of a pink life jacket, just far enough away from the boys to avoid their splashes.
A quick dinner of chicken and rice and they were off to karate lessons. The dojo was a storefront in a small strip mall in the center of Bailey not far from the police station and Sadie’s Bar & Grill. Whitney was surprised she’d never noticed it before. A row of front windows held scattered quotes of concentration and serenity scrolled across it.
The interior wasn’t much more than a single large room lined with a thick matt. A small area at the back held a series of workout equipment and several tall, thickly padded posts were spread out in front of it like a small forest. A think braided rope hung down from the ceiling. The end was draped over the nearest padded pole. Three rows of toddlers all dressed in white with yellow or white belts stood at the center of the mat listening to a tall blonde man give instructions.
Several rows of metal folding chairs sat in front of the windows filled with parents and children of various ages. A tall man with coal black hair, charcoal eyes and biceps like a Mack truck strode toward them. Whitney stared at the V-neck of his white shirt where his rock hard muscles threatened to burst forth. He flashed a large smile full of perfect white teeth and offered her his hand. “Hello, I’m Heath Dixon, you must be Whitney Lawson. It’s so nice to meet you.” His deep voice sent shivers up her spine.
She took his hand. “Yes,” was all she could manage. When her eyes met his, her pulse raced. He had chiseled features and kind eyes. Stop it, she chided herself. What are you doing?
Heath knelt down on one knee and tilted his head as he looked at Blake. “You must be Blake.”
His little face beamed up at Heath. “Yes sir,” Blake answered offering Heath, his hand.
Heath chuckled and shook it gently. “You’re class is about to begin. Are you ready?”
Blake pulled himself into a stiff stance and said, “Yes sir.”
“Good,” Heath grinned at him. Turning to Zack who stood beside his brother Heath added, “I guess that means you’re Zack.”
Zack nodded and Heath shook his hand as well. “Welcome to Fighting Mountain Karate. Have you ever taken karate before?”
“No,” Zack answered meekly, “but Jake Taylor taught me some kicks.”
“Jake? That’s awesome; I’m going to show you a few more.” He rose as he finished. “Your class is right after Blake’s so you’ve got some time to try on your jacket and pants.”
He glanced past Whitney at the small pair of eyes that peeked out at him from behind her long shirt and asked, “Who have we got here?”
Whitney’s hand went to her stomach as she turned to face Ashley. “This is my daughter, Ashley,” she explained.
Ashley’s eyes were wide in awe as the large man knelt down next to her. “Welcome to my dojo Ashley,” Heath said softly. “I’m going to take you and your mom over to the reception desk to fill out some forms then you can sit and watch your brother’s lesson.”
Ashley nodded and looked up at Whitney. She smiled and touched the top of her head. Heath rose and touched the small of Whitney’s back as he motioned toward the reception desk at the other end of the row of windows. She nearly melted. Cut it out! It’s just your hormones running wild. Get a grip.
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