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By Popular Demand!

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Hello Friends! I hope you’re all well and enjoying the season!

After The Amish Blogger’s release, many of you wanted more! Now you can have it! The continuing story of Miriam and Thomas!

Don’t worry if you haven’t read The Amish Blogger yet: This new story stands alone. I think you’ll like it!

INTRODUCING Amish Days: Missing Mama!

Here’s the Blurb for you!

Marian Yoder adores Thomas Groft and can’t wait to marry him. But when her mother is admitted to a sanitarium, Marian is forced to become mother to her baby sister.

When it becomes doubtful that Mama will ever recover, Marian knows she can’t leave her father or baby sister to marry Thomas. They wouldn’t survive without her.
Struggling against feelings of resentment and entrapment, Marian clings to her God. When she learns her mother has run away, her faith is tested to the near breaking point. Can her mother be found and brought home safely? Will there ever be a way for Marian to marry Thomas?

Find out TODAY in Amish Days: Missing Mama!  Just click below! (I think you’ll fall in love with Thomas, too!)

GRAB Missing Mama HERE!

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Woo Hoo! Introductory Price!

TheReturn 500x750Greetings, Friends!  It’s here! Ocean Mist, Book Three!

The Return is presently on sale for only 99 cents! It will be at this special introductory price for a limited time, so grab your copy today!  Click here!

This book is about Tiffany. One of my dear friends called her the anti-hero. I’d never thought of her that way until he mentioned it. And he’s right. Tiffany is sassy, snarky, and hurting. She makes rash decisions and tries to hold everyone at arm’s length. She tough, raw, and bitter.

Not a real successful combination.

In The Return, you can climb inside her head. Escape for a few hours with Tiffany — find out whether she survives herself. And find out whether “Fresh Meat” Connor can charm his way into her heart.

Grab it here! Ninety-nine cents for a limited time!

Thank you, friends!  I hope you enjoy The Return!

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Now Released!


Greetings, Friends!  I’m over-the-moon excited to introduce you to Lizbet’s Lie. You know how some books just get to you when you read them? They wrench your emotions from the bottom of your gut?

Well, this book did that to me while I was writing it. The characters made me so mad! They would NOT cooperate. And they were downright mean. Lizbet didn’t deserve it. Not even a little.

Here’s the blurb:

Assaulted and pregnant, sixteen-year-old Lizbet Morgan is shipped off to give birth in secrecy and hand her baby over to strangers. When she returns home to her family’s strict religious community, she is expected to pick up where she left off.

But the nightmare isn’t over. Her friend Johnny isn’t the only one asking questions, and Lizbet fears that the reason for her absence will soon be discovered.  She must decide whether to tell the truth or continue to obey a religious system that forces her to tell intolerable lies.

And a little taste:

I carefully re-folded the letter and slipped it into my pocket. I left my room and nearly smacked into Susanna. I attempted to walk around her in the narrow hallway, but she blocked my path.

“Johnny is not available,” she said, her voice tight.

“No one in our community is,” I said and pushed her to the side.

“I mean it, Lizbet. You were gone, like, forever, and things changed.”

I paused at the head of the stairs, turned to her, and glowered. “I’m aware.” I stepped down the stairs, being careful to tread as if on eggshells.

Ned stood at the door of his truck, waiting for me. He seemed jumpy, as if he couldn’t wait to leave. “Got it?” he asked.

I pulled out the letter and handed it to him. “Maybe she’ll be out in the living room and you’ll see her.”

He opened the truck door and climbed into the seat. He put his face close to mine. “Maybe I’ll get lucky.”

“Momma will have a fit.”

“I told Dad I was running an errand.”

“He didn’t question you?”

“He’s not Momma.”

“She’ll die if she knows.”

“Lizbet, I’m merely delivering a letter to your former roommate. What’s so weird about that? It’s only natural you’d be close to her, considering you lived together for months. Even Momma could understand that.”

“Oh, she’d understand, but she wouldn’t approve.”

“She doesn’t know Farah’s story.”

“It’d be worse if she did.”

Ned sighed and grasped the steering wheel. He knew I was right. “I’m delivering a letter. Period.”

I took a step back so he could close the door. He rolled down the window.

“Tell her I miss her,” I said.

He nodded. “Will do.” He rolled the window back up, and I heard him shift into gear. With a light spray of gravel from the back tires, he was off.

I stood and watched him go. I wished I was in the truck with him. Not to go back to the Home — no, never. But to get away from our community, yes.

Oh, I so hope you’ll want to grab this book up! Click Here to purchase!

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New Release!

CoverCorneredHello, Friends! I’m excited to announce the release of Cornered, Ocean Mist Book Two. On the cover, you might recognize Courtney from Seeking Christmas. After writing Seeking Christmas, I simply couldn’t let Courtney go. There was more story to be told! 

Here is the blurb for Cornered:

Seventeen-year-old Courtney Phillips is striving to earn an internship to escape from her unhappy home. But when her mother becomes ill, Courtney is stuck caring for her rebellious sister, Tiffany, and her little brother—until Tiffany runs off to live with their dead-beat dad.

Track star Keegan Hank’s current girlfriend is cheating on him, but having fallen for him herself, Courtney is afraid to tell her best friend the truth. When Keegan discovers that Courtney withheld the facts about his girlfriend, he rejects her apologies.

Courtney finally lands an interview for her dream internship, but mysterious calls from Tiffany spell trouble. Courtney must now find a way to win Keegan’s love and rescue her sister without jeopardizing her own future.

Here’s a short excerpt for you:

The phone rang in Mrs. Johnson’s calculus class, and I sank into my chair with dread. She scuffled to answer it, clucked a few times into the receiver, and pressed it to her chest. Peering at us over her glasses, she zoned in on me.

“Courtney, please report to the office.”

A few of the kids snickered, probably with relief. I stood to leave and glanced over at Keegan.

He brushed a few strands of hair away from his deep brown eyes and offered me his sympathy face. I grimaced, shrugged, and pushed through the door into the empty hallway. My flats clacked out my progress with a hollow echo.

The secretary, Mrs. Pellan, waited for me in the office, perched behind the counter like a judgmental owl. “Courtney Phillips, this is getting to be a habit.”

“My mom again?” I asked, already knowing her answer.

“Yes, and we simply can’t have you interrupted at all hours with these calls. Mr. Anderson is not a happy camper, young lady.”

I sighed and held out my hand for the phone.

“Court? Are you there?” Mom’s whiny voice trembled through the line.

“I’m here, Mom. What’d she do this time?”

“The middle school just called, and Tiffy didn’t show up for school again. You know I count on you to get the kids off in the morning.” She paused for a huge gasping breath. “Didn’t you take her to school? She didn’t walk, did she? You and I both know…”

I held the phone away from my ear, letting her ramble into the air. Nosy Mrs. Pellan left her chair and inched closer, her eyebrows raised in a thin V across her forehead. I knew from experience Mrs. Pellan loved any hint of gossip. I pressed the phone back to my ear.

“…since she can’t do it alone.” Mom had finished her tirade.

“Yes, Mother,” I said.

“So you’ll do it then?”

“Give me a replay.”

Mom’s voice quacked an octave higher. “Courtney Phillips, have you listened to one word I’ve said? Now get over there to the middle school and find your sister.”

I handed the phone to Mrs. Pellan. “I have to go. Mom will explain. I’ll sign out, but I’m not sure I’ll be back.”

I scribbled my name and the time on the clipboard lying on the counter. I dashed out before Mrs. Pellan could return to lecture mode.

It wasn’t my fault.

But then it never was.


I hope you’ll want to grab a copy for yourself! My hope for you is some special carved-out time to relax and  enjoy escaping to Ocean Mist for awhile!

Cornered is available at all the major online retailers, including the following:

Amazon            Barnes and Noble       Smashwords 

Thank you so much, Friends! I appreciate your support.  Have an absolutely lovely week before Christmas! Do you have anything special planned? I’d love to hear from you.

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New Christmas Release!

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Seeking Christmas is now released!  Yippee!!

I’m really excited about this short story. My heart went out to Courtney and Denny as they risked meeting their dad years after he deserted them.  While writing, I was actually holding my breath to see what Courtney would do!  (Weird, but true.)

I hope you’ll want to grab a copy! It’s only 99 cents right now at major online retailers.

Here’s an excerpt to give you a taste:

My phone buzzed against my leg. I pulled it from my pocket and checked the screen.


Such a stupid name.

For such a stupid man.

My gaze darted to where my mom lay slumped on the couch, her mouth hanging open and a gentle snore escaping her saggy lips. My brother Denny sat hunched over his math workbook at the kitchen table, a death grip on his pencil. His short, scrawny legs swung to and fro.

I pressed the phone to my chest and took the stairs two at a time to my room.

“What do you want?” My voice was tense, short. With a steel hold on the phone, I strode to the window and stared out. Across the street, strings of Christmas lights drooped over a fir tree, winking at me in all their sparkling glory.

I turned away.

“You know what I want. Please, Courtney.” The pleading in his voice rankled like a cat scratching at the back door.


“But it’s been over seven years. It’s time.”

“And whose fault is that?” My words cut.

“You don’t need to remind me.” A heaving sigh came across the line.

I stood ramrod straight beside my single bed and gazed around the empty expanse of the master bedroom. I attempted to shove down the lump of anger in my throat.

“Dad, the answer is no.”

“I would meet you way more than halfway. I’ve got it all arranged. There’s a motel room for you. Your own. No sharing.”

“Mom would come unglued.” I sank onto the mussed flannel sheets and impatiently kicked aside a stray slipper. It struck my dresser and lay over like a dead animal.

“Your mother won’t talk to me.”

I went quiet and listened to his raspy breath. Despite my objections, despite my bitterness, curiosity pulled. I attempted to stifle it, knowing that giving in would mean wading into quicksand.

“Court? Come on, for old time’s sake?”

Resentment ripped through me. “Old time’s sake? Are you freakin’ kidding me?”

“How’s Tiffany?” he asked, changing the subject to my sister.

“Horrid, as usual. Seeing you last year didn’t help her any.”

“I tried. I wanted her to stay.”

“Yeah, well, you had a weird way of showing it.” I grew tired of the conversation. Such a pathetic waste of time.

I threw my cell onto the covers and moved to the walk-in closet. My gray hoodie sagged on a row of pegs running above an unused shoe rack. My four pairs of shoes lay scattered across the floor, resembling lonely children in a deserted playground. Like the massive room, the closet was wasted on me. My meager collection of clothes barely took one third of the space.

I pulled on my hoodie, adjusted my glasses, and went back downstairs. Bending over, I plugged in the lights on the waist-high Christmas tree perching on the coffee table.

Denny looked up, and his face relaxed into a grin. “Thanks, Court. I forgot to plug ‘em in.”

“Finished with your math yet?”

“One more problem.”

“There are some chips in the cupboard if you’re hungry.”

Denny jumped off his chair and scrambled into the kitchen. The cupboard door slammed shut, and he returned with his arm elbow-deep in the foil bag.

I chuckled. “I’m going for a walk. And no more banging around. Let Mom sleep.”

I grabbed my heavy wool jacket and carefully opened the condo door, clicking it shut behind me. The cold December air lent a crisp clarity to the stars. They seemed near enough to gather in my pocket. I headed west toward the ocean. A biting breeze brought the sour smell of seaweed and blew my dark, feathered hair against my cheeks. I checked the time on my phone. Keegan should intercept me any minute.

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Player, Now Released!


Friends, I’m so excited! Player, an Ocean Mist Short Story for YA is now available on Amazon! If you’re in the mood to “escape” to the Pacific coast for a quick, fun, romantic read, then Player is for you!

Here’s an excerpt to get you started:

I tossed the old newspaper onto the coffee table and tried to keep my eyes off her bedroom door, but I couldn’t help staring. Seven-thirty.

Any minute now.

The morning sun shot through the pine trees in our front yard, making jagged needle-like shadows on the wall behind me. That was where I should concentrate. Might make some great photos.

But no, the bedroom door had my full attention.

I rubbed my hand over the stubble on my chin and waited. With a quiet twist, the doorknob turned. I jumped from the couch and stepped to the bar in the kitchen, feigning interest in my soggy cereal. The door opened and he came out, his gelled hair sticking out in unruly spikes. He tucked his sports shirt into his jeans.

“Oh, Andrew. Hey, man,” he said, grinning.

My stomach turned to steel, and I bit back the smart-mouth retort that fired to my lips.

He looked out the window, and his smile stretched even wider. “Nice day, huh? Well, I’d best be off.”

He moved across the room in three long strides and left the house. My gaze shifted back to the bedroom door. Mom emerged, wiggling her hips to straighten her short skirt.

“Andy, honey, would you make me a bit of decaf?”

“You’re going to be late.”

“I know, but Boss-Man won’t care now, will he?” She patted her poofed-up hair and gave a throaty giggle.

I grabbed a clean mug, filled it with water, and stuck it in the microwave.

“You going in to work today?” she asked, settling on a bar stool.

“Yeah, at nine.”

She reached over and stroked my cheek. “Don’t forget it’s summer. I want you to do some major goofing-off.”

Whose mother says that? None that I knew. “I know, Mom. I will.”

I had my reasons for loving work. Especially now. Granted, it was running a cash register at Sue’s Seaport Shoppe, but there were perks.

“They ever hire a new salesgirl?”

I nodded and quickly averted my eyes. All I needed was for Mom to figure out why I suddenly loved my job.

“Tourists are crawling around everywhere this week.” She ran her hands down her shoulders and hugged herself. “Hmm, maybe I should do some crawling around, too. You know, troll the male tourists.”

The microwave dinged, and I took out the hot water. “Gross. Would you stop talking like that? Gives people the wrong idea.”

Actually, it would give people the right idea, but I didn’t say so.

I grabbed the decaf off the shelf and spooned some granules into her cup. After a swift stir, I handed it to her.

She pursed her lips and blew into the mug. “Pity is, you remind me of your dad. When are you going to start living a little?”

As soon as Daniela Rosen says yes.

Player is for sale at 99 cents right now at Amazon. I’d be tickled pink if you’d pick up a copy! Let me know how you like it. 😀

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Kids Flying Alone


I recently returned from a trip to the West Coast where I spent eleven days catching up with my family. Considering we had limited time and didn’t want to spend half of it with our bottoms glued to a car seat, we flew. (Day-long car trips don’t hold the appeal they once did! At least for certain parts of my body. Ha!)

My husband and I took six planes (we had a 50th wedding anniversary to help celebrate in L.A. while there) and on each of those planes, there were kids flying solo. Some of them were young, in early elementary school. Others were teens.

The majority of them were visiting their non-custodial parents. Admission: I eavesdropped. (Well, they were speaking loudly to the stewards.)  These kids were excited. Although, one teen girl ho-hummed her way across the sky saying she’d flown alone for years, and it was boring.

I thought back to when I was a kid. I remember considering myself quite put-together and oh-so-mature, but I think I would’ve been filled with trepidation to make a flight across the country alone.

No, make that fear!

I was only on six planes. Thousands upon thousands of flights are made across this country every summer, and many of them will be carrying children and teens to see their other parents. I’m impressed with these kids’ determination. I’m impressed with the way they flow with circumstances that often aren’t of their choosing.

On one flight, a teen spent a good portion of the time comforting and encouraging another solo traveler who couldn’t have been more than eight. The teen laughed and joked with her, distracting her, and in general making everyone around them enjoy the trip.

Kids are amazing.

How about you? Were you on a flight with any unaccompanied kids lately? Did you observe the same thing? Or are you a teen who flies across the country alone? I’d love to hear about it.

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P.P.P.S. New YA Series OCEAN MIST (Player and Buried Truth) RELEASES NEXT WEEK!!

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