Friday, August 31, 2012

A Million Wishes






A Million Wishes Excerpt:

 

Well, so much for that. He tugged the string that was tied in a bow at the waist of her pajama pants, barely tickling his fingers under the band, feeling her stomach as it quivered under his soft touch. Mikayla thought she should probably slap his hand away and stomp off or something, simulating ‘good girl’ behavior instead of standing there secretly hoping he would touch her one more time. His head dipped towards hers and the kiss he gave her curled her toes and had her tippy toeing up to kiss him harder, deeper still. Teeth scraped her lips until she was panting, whimpering his name between kisses, reveling in feeling like a woman hungered for by a man. Unfortunately that didn’t last long. The shrill sound of the telephone ringing, jerked them from their reverie. Pulling away from him, she went to her bedside table and grabbed the phone looking at the Caller ID, and groaning before she answered.

“Mikayla, I was wondering about you since you never called again or came by this weekend. I called Vivi’s and she said you were at momma’s, I mean your house, and that Noah was with you. Did he stay the night with you?” Callum was obviously unhappy finding out she had stayed with Noah alone, but she was grown and wasn’t in the mood for his ‘big brother’ antics.

“Callum, I’m a big girl and I can come and go as I please. It’s none of your business if he stayed here. I am getting ready to shower and head back to school to take my finals in the morning. I’ll be heading back here to stay on Friday or Saturday.”

“What do you mean it’s none of my business? You’re my baby sister, and I don’t care who he is but he better not be disrespecting my sister or I’ll kick his ass—SEAL or not.”

“Oh good grief Callum calm down, it’s not like we got naked and danced under the moon it’s too damn cold outside.” It was wicked of her to tease him, but he was so easily riled she couldn’t resist.

“So what, you danced naked inside, is that what you’re insinuating? I’m on my way over…” She looked at the phone stunned when she heard the click, and busted out laughing.

“So, it looks like Callum is on his way over to defend my honor. You have fun with that, Romeo. I’m going to take a shower.” She went into the bathroom and shut the door, giggling as she locked it.

Noah stood there for a second and started laughing too. Well, if Callum threw a punch it wouldn’t be the first time in all the years they had known each other and probably wouldn’t be the last. Especially once he told him he was marrying Miki. He went to his bag and pulled on his sweatshirt from the day before, then headed to the laundry to toss his other clothes into the dryer.

By the time he heard Miki turn the shower off, Callum was charging through the door in a huff.

“What the hell are you doing here with my sister all night, Noah? Mikayla is my sister, bro! What the hell, man?”

Noah grinned, “Want some coffee, man?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He headed for the kitchen and poured them each a cup and sat at the table so he could wrap his leg.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, Noah!” Callum was fuming and his skin was red with anger.

“I hear you, Callum. Calm down, drink your coffee. Miki will be out of the bathroom in just a minute and you’ll see she is just fine.”

“I just heard her on the phone, I know she sounds fine. My point is...are you sleeping with my sister?” By the time he got the word ‘sister’ out he was yelling loud enough, that Miki heard him loud and clear.

“Callum shut your filthy mouth! We are not sleeping together yet. I mean we slept together but we didn’t sleep together. Got it? Not that it’s any of your business.”

“Besides Callum, I asked Miki to marry me and I’m hoping to have her convinced by the time she and I come back with her stuff from Atlanta that she needs to make an honest man out of me.”

“Yet? Yet? So you’re planning on sleeping with him, Mikayla?”

Miki’s face turned beet red and Callum looked like he was about to blow a fuse. She had seen that look on his face before and knew he was about to snap. She stepped in between him and Noah, who was acting oblivious to Callum’s temper tantrum, content on methodically wrapping his leg and attaching the prosthetic with a satisfied grin on his face.

“Callum calm down. There is nothing for you to be getting so worked up about.” She patted his arm and pulled out a chair. “Sit. Relax.”

Noah was thoroughly enjoying pressing his best friends buttons and working him up. Even though Miki was glaring at him, wanting him to stop, he was just so damn happy, he wanted to make Callum miserable a little while longer.

“Come on buddy, you know I’ve had it bad for her since she was in junior high and I was in high school. Remember I used to scare off all the boys that flirted with her because I didn’t want them flirting with my baby doll?”

Before she could stop him, Callum jumped up and punched Noah in the face “You sorry son of a bitch, talking about her like that! She was just a baby back then you jack ass!” Noah was laughing as he got up from his chair, grabbing a few paper towels and wiping the blood off his chin.

“You still hit like a girl, Cal. I guess once we get back and settled down, Uncle Noah’s gonna have to go teach your boys how to fight so they don’t hit like a girl like their Daddy does.”

Callum swung again but Noah ducked and weaved, while Callum tried again to land another punch. Noah caught his fist in his and grinned, “Hooyah!” That made Callum grin and chant with him, “Hooyah!” The next thing you know they hugged and slapped each other’s back like nothing ever happened. Laughing about the punch and then talking about high school and all the fights they got into back then. It was as if the subject of Miki and Noah disappeared and the same old camaraderie was back as usual. Miki shook her head and went to gather her things, pulling Noah’s clothes out of the dryer and tossing them on the table in front of them.

“There’s your clothes Romeo, and if you are coming with me, you need to get ready so we can go to your house and get your things for the week. That is…if you two are done acting like idiots.”

 
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Reflecting On Wishes Excerpt:

 

Summertime was the best time of year. Early May, but hot and breezy with the scent of honeysuckle blooming in the air. It was dark still, but Dakota had a couple of hour’s drive time ahead of him to Commerce, Georgia. Once he met his brother Dominic and his buddy Tank at the diner for breakfast, they were heading to the drag races for the weekend.

This was his first long trip on his new matte black Yamaha YZF-R1 motorcycle. He could hardly wait to get it on the highway and open her up. First things first, breakfast at Lola Mays diner. The only person he knew that could throw down some country cookin’ better than Lola May was his mom Mikayla. He was still getting used to calling Mikayla that even though she and his dad, Noah adopted him and his twin brother and sister about six years ago.

He pulled into the diner and didn’t see Tank or Dominic’s bikes so he went ahead and parked, taking off his helmet and walking inside the cool lobby. As always, Lola greeted him with a boisterous hug.

“There’s my tall, dark and handsome! C’mere and give Lola some lovin’s honey.”

Dakota grinned and wrapped her up against him and lifted the buxom, curvy woman off her feet, sending her into a fit of girlish giggles. “Lola you get more beautiful every single time I come in here darlin’.”

Kissing his cheeks, she patted his chest and fanned her face. “Oh lawdy be honey, if I wasn’t married I’d be doin’ things to you that are illegal in the state of Georgia, I would!”

He grinned at her, wiggling his eyebrows. “Ms. Lola, I would have let you too.” A brief kiss on her cheek left her gasping as she picked up a menu and fanned her face.

“Oh honey, now you come on back here and take this table by the kitchen so’s I can come out and flirt with you while your here. Goodness knows you are good for this old gal’s ego.” With that said, she turned and weaved her way to the table, swinging her ample hips to and fro’ all the way there.

“You want some coffee honey?”

“Yes ma’am I do. I’ll wait for the guys to get here before I order though.”

“What trouble are y’all gettin’ into today? Gonna be chasin’ girls round town?” Lola turned his coffee cup over and filled it from a fresh pot of the steaming brew.

“We’re heading up to Commerce for the drag races this weekend.”

“Mhmm…I know what you’re doin’ Dakota Cane, you ain’t foolin’ me none boy. You’re gonna go flirt with our hometown girl aren’t ya? Oh that Angel Vega is one lovely little creature. Why I remember when she was just a tiny little sprite comin’ in here with her daddy for breakfast on Sunday mornin’s. They still do when she’s in town; she’s as sweet as pie too.”

He nearly blurted out that he’d just bet she was sweet as pie but he snapped his mouth shut and just grinned.

“We’re going to see the races Lola, not pick up women.”

“Mhmm, tell it to the judge darlin’. I see you lookin’ all fine in your black leather and snappy lookin’ bike. Mhmm you on the hunt for that girl, I can tell by the look in your eyes when I said her name.”

Laughing, he winked at her and nodded his head. “I plead the fifth Ms. Lola.”

“I am sure you do, baby. That is one lucky little spitfire you’re after, lucky indeed.”

About that time, Dominic and Tank came in the diner, all decked out in leathers, looking just as handsome as Dakota did.

“Woowee you boys are tryin’ ta give an old woman a case of the vapors aren’t ya? Lord help me, I’m surround by a buncha tall, dark and chocolates.”

Tank scooped her up and kissed her cheeks, laughing when she squealed and giggled.

“Well don’t you look gorgeous this morning Ms. Lola. Have you divorced your Mister yet? I’d marry you in a heartbeat if you promised to make me those buttermilk pancakes at least twice a week.”

Lola looked like a little girl against his nearly seven foot tall frame, but it didn’t discourage her from reaching up and patting his cheeks with a big smile on her face.

“Sweet darlin’ I don’t think I’d make it through our honeymoon night to be able to make you those pancakes but my, oh my, what a night that would be!”

His big voice chuckled out with laughter as he leaned and kissed her forehead.

“And you! Come here Dominic and give this old girl some lovin’s this mornin’. Don’t let those two discourage you from tryin’ to win my affections now. There’s enough of me to go around darlin’.”

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Reflecting On Wishes will be available in the fall!

 

Thursday, August 30, 2012

The Reader's Spotlight

 
Hello everyone! It seems to be the norm for writers to interview other writers and then post those interviews on their blogs. All this is great. Those that read the posts get to learn more about an author as a person, as well as their latest books or works in progress. But we authors need to say thank you and give a huge round of applause to the READERS!
 
Starting today I will be sharing “Reader Interviews” on Thursday’s over the next few weeks. I have asked several avid readers who I’ve seen leaving comments regularly on Facebook, if they would be so kind as to let me interview them and then be a guest right here on H&N. Our readers are the biggest part of the equation when it comes to our success in the literary world. Without them we would simply be writing words for our own amusement.
Sit back and get comfy and see what the readers think about how we writers are doing…
 
 
 
 Reader Interview ~
 
Name: Dawn Binkley
 
Age: 42
 
Location: Oak Lawn, Illinois
 I own a publishing company and I am an author. So I would like to say that this was an open and honest interview, from the mind of hardcore reader. J
 
 
 
Savannah: How often do you read?
 
Dawn: I try to read as often as possible. That of course, is time permitting, now. I used to read 100’s of books a year and plan to get back to that.
 
Savannah: Do you prefer one genre (horror, romance, mystery, etc.) over the others, or do you mix it up?
 
Dawn: My #1 true love has always been horror. But I am taken with a great mystery or a compelling romance. I have always been a self-help addict. So the first thing I will grab for is the newest self-help, book and there are ones that I read over and over again.
 
Savannah: What first attracts you to a book?
 
Dawn: The cover might spark me to pick it up. But I am blurb girl. What those few sentences say will determine whether I will actually want it or not. Of course if it is written by one of my favorite authors, then I don’t see anything beyond that...it’s bought!
 
Savannah: And then what makes you purchase the book?
 
Dawn: The same exact reasons I have mentioned above.
 
Savannah: Do you take into consideration before purchasing a book, its reviews or ratings?
 
Dawn: Honestly, never. However word of mouth by people I know and trust does make a difference.
 
Savannah: What stops you from purchasing a book?
 
Dawn: I only won’t make a purchase if the blurb is not my cup of tea.
 
Savannah: What will cause you to not finish a book?
 
Dawn: Slow pace. If it takes more than a paragraph for someone to pour a bowl of cereal, than that is too much description for me. I feel that the great writers can give you a full description in a few clever words.
 
Savannah: Do you prefer print or eBooks?
 
Dawn: Print baby. I love the smell of a bookstore. However, I do have to say that since HP was only an eBook publisher for a while that kindles have grown on me and I have a dream of having a Kindle Fire one day.
 
Savannah: While we’re on the subject of eBooks, how do you obtain most of yours? Do you purchase them, wait for them to be “free” or try to win them in a give-away? Any other way?
 
Dawn: All circumstantial. I do buy, take some free and love the hell out of the library. But no matter the circumstance, if I truly love the book. I will go out and buy the book right away. In the case that I picked up a free eBook, I will look for other work by that author to buy.
 
Savannah: Do you use one outlet for purchasing books more than others? (Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble, Book Store, etc.) The reason?
 
Dawn: Amazon, because it’s just so damn easy and where all the cool kids hang.
 
Savannah: How do you compare books put out through a publisher, to those that are self-published? Do you see a difference and if so, what?
 
Dawn: Well this may sound weird, but we are all people. Just people. Some are better at their job than authors. So it’s hard to compare. You can have a perfectly good author that can be screwed by a novice publisher. And a self-published author that could have gone a lot further if they had a publisher behind them. So it depends on the individual.
 
Savannah: Do you as a reader follow any Publishers, looking for what’s new from them in both newly published books as well as new authors, or do you primarily follow individual authors?
 
Dawn: Actually, yes and no. Some of the smaller publishers have intrigued me as a whole. But as far as a big house goes, I follow my favorite writer’s wherever they may go. And some Authors have left their big contracts to self- publish or have continued to do both.
 
Savannah: As a reader, in what areas do you think eBooks could be improved?
 
Dawn: Oh, I love that you asked that question. Formatting, formatting, formatting. I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it is to make each piece of work so versatile and the techs do a great job. But the fact remains, that the same book that will read awesome in a Kindle Fire won’t read the same in an older kindle or even a desktop kindle.
 
Savannah: Would you or have you, purchased a book by an author you’ve read previously, just because it was written by that author? Do you watch for and purchase all their books?
 
Dawn: If an author has my attention, then they have my attention and I will follow them to the depths of hell and back. Yes, that includes, sitting and waiting for their next to book to be released so that I can purchase it.
 
Savannah: With all the social networking these days, do you “follow” any authors and if you do, what prompted you to do so?
 
Dawn: The author’s personality and/or a short eye-catching blurb on their front cover.
 
Savannah: And where/how do you follow them? (Ex: Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, blogs, etc.)
 
Dawn: I am Goodreads illiterate. But I follow faithfully on Facebook and Twitter.
 
Savannah: Are you on any authors emailing list for updates? If not, is this something you would be interested in?
 
Dawn: Too many to count.
 
Savannah: In regards to social networking, do you as a reader feel it matters if authors are always “professional” or would you rather see the “real” side of them?
 
Dawn: Since I am being honest and not a bloodsucking publisher :-). I totally prefer the real side. It makes it easier to connect with the author through their work.
 
Savannah: On that note, if you saw a book you’d love to read, but saw on line that the author wasn’t someone you clicked with as a “person”, would that stop you from purchasing the book?
 
Dawn: Oh yes! I actually purchased an author’s books (plural) and found out what a total bitch she was, and tossed them in the trash.
 
Savannah: In your opinion, what marketing tool(s) for books, grabs your attention the most? (Ex: Facebook threads, blogs, ads on the FB sidebar, word of mouth, recommended by a friend, etc.)
 
Dawn: Word of mouth and cover blurbs.
 
Savannah: Let’s talk about blogs! Do you read/follow any blogs?
 
Dawn: Oh yes, I love them.
 
Savannah: How often do you read them? Do you leave comments?
 
Dawn: I try everyday but that rarely happens. And I most definitely leave a comment. If I am going to show up, I am going to make sure that you know I was there. Ha, ha, ha, who’s the bitch now :)
 
Savannah: What sort of things would you like to see blogged about? Their books, personal life, things unrelated to books or writing, etc.?
 
Dawn: All of it, I can never get enough of my favorite writers and they have become my favorites through personal information. For example, I started reading  JoAnn Ross, because she gives to soldiers and adopts shelter dogs. Sometimes it can be about where your money is going.
 
Savannah: Does the “look” of someone’s blog make a difference to you? (Ex: too much going on/ distracting or boring)
 
Dawn: Damn I hate these hard questions. Initially the cute blog will catch my attention if there is nothing else. But I read many plain blogs, because it’s about the information. My preference...a blog that has both.
 
Savannah: What do you think we writers could do to reach more readers?
 
Dawn: Oh for crissakes get out there and let people know that you have a book! You can’t be a fly on the wall and expect people to come up to the fly. And ask...hey Mr. Fly are you a writer and have you written something I would enjoy?
 
Savannah: Do you watch book trailers? Where? (Ex: Youtube, when posted on Facebook or their blog)
 
Dawn: Yes, yes, I do. Authors personal pages, or publisher websites.
 
Savannah: Does the trailer make a difference whether you will purchase the book or not?
 
Dawn: Hmmm, no not really. I am blurb girl.
 
Savannah: What annoys you the most in regards to writers/books/marketing?
 
Dawn: Overdoing it. You are a person first, a writer second. You can find a way to balance both. You don’t forge necessary friendships by cramming your work down the new facebook friend’s throat...trust me.
 
Savannah: What is the best book advertising you’ve seen as well as the worst?
 
Dawn: The best is Interviews, Cover with blurbs, lol and yes nice banners on websites catch my attention the most. I highly recommend Facebook adds, because you only pay if someone clicks on them and people see them but are afraid to click on them because so many of them are viral.  The worst is a pet peeve of mine. Group facebook messages. I loathe them as most readers do.
 
Savannah: If I had a new eBook coming out, what could I do as a writer, to convince you to purchase it?
 
Dawn: Be yourself, have an awesome cover and a kickass blurb and be nice to me and appreciate that I chose you, out of the ridiculous, amounts of writers that are out there today.
 
Savannah: Is there anything overall, you would like to see changed in the world of reading?
 
Dawn: Seriously? I don’t know if “I” should answer this. But in light of the interview I will. Writers that throw unedited work out there, especially the ones that are great marketers. It not fair to you, it’s not fair to the reader. If you think it’s your best, most polished work, ever...check it again and then check it again...
 
 
Thank you Dawn for sharing your thoughts with all of us today and for being a guest in The Reader’s Spotlight!
 
 
Hugs & Nightmares from,
Savannah
 
 


Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Heaven Help Me...the conclusion

 
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Heaven Help Me
By
Robin Renee Ray
 
          Timothy walked up to Lynn, taking her shoulders in both hands. “You need to calm down, Beth…I mean, Lynn,” he laughed. “You’re jumping to some silly writings of a crazy woman.”
          “How do you know what I’m talking about, and who the hell is, Beth?”
          “You saw the books in the chest, right?”
          “You already knew about that and didn’t tell me? Who is Beth, Timmy and how do you know Emma was crazy if you never knew anything about her?”
          “I talked to the lawyer, honey,” he turned her around, hugging her tight and walking her back toward the house. “I don’t know who Beth is other than the name I read in one of those books, it just slipped out.”
          “They lost all but two of their children, Timmy, and Emma your great grandmother thought this land was cursed and that was why they died on or close to their sixteenth birthday. Doesn’t that freak you out?”
          “Not in the least. I tell ya, she was crazy. Lots of people lost their kids back in those days. And really, do you believe in things like blood on the moon and something like land having a curse on it?”
          “Well, no, but…”
          “Good. You go fix us some lunch and I’ll get rid of the junk in this old chest. I don’t want you reading any more of that garbage.”
          While in the kitchen making sandwiches, Lynn tried to remember when Timothy would have had a chance to talk to the lawyer when she wasn’t around. They had gone to town together every time, because he didn’t want to leave her alone in her condition and they still hadn’t had a phone line put in due to the fact that they would have to pay to have poles put in and they just couldn’t afford it. There were times when their cell phones had reception, but it never lasted long enough to have a long conversation.
          Later that evening the two were sitting on the front porch drinking cold tea after supper. Lynn noticed that Timothy’s demeanor had changed. Every evening before he had sat close with his hand on her stomach while talking about the things they still needed to do before the baby came. This night he just kept looking up at the darkening sky in a chair that sat on the other side of the porch.
          “What are you looking at, babe?”
          “Just relaxing, it’s been a long day. Sure is a nice night, but gotta get the south field ready for seedin’,” he stood, walked over and kissed Lynn on the top of the head. “I’ll be sleepin’ in the spare room so I won’t wake ya, Beth. Got get up mighty early. Don’t worry ‘bout my breakfast.”
          Lynn didn’t say a word, and she pretended she didn’t hear the way he was talking or the way he called her ‘Beth’ again. What she did plan on doing was going out to the barn and find out what he did with the chest that he took out of the house before lunch earlier that day. Something was very wrong with her husband and she felt it had something to do with the home they had moved into months prior.
          Lynn was very careful when she opened the old screen door, so that she could go in and make sure that Timothy was asleep. What she heard was almost as shocking as what she had found in the chest. He was snoring, something he had never done before. She could hear it before she ever made her way down the hall to the spare room by the kitchen, but she had to look in to make sure it was her husband. That’s how odd it seemed to her. Sure enough, Timothy was lying flat on his back sound asleep and snoring out a sound she had never heard in the four years that they had been married.
          After finding the flashlight, Lynn made her way out to the barn that Timothy had been working on for the last few months, getting it in order for the things he would need to get the fields ready to plant a good harvest for the coming fall. Along with plenty of hay for the horses he planned on buying when they had the money. She walked in and found a trap door propped open in the center of the dirt floor. “What the hell is this?” she whispered making her way closer. She moved the beam of the flashlight over the opening and saw the chest among several other old pieces of furniture down in the strange hole.
          She went down two steps when the first pain hit in her lower abdomen, so bad it took her breath away. “No, it’s too soon,” she moaned sitting down trying to breathe past the agony. She crawled up and out of the barn door. “Timmy!” she cried, then laid over on her side. The moment she looked up fear struck her heart. The moon was coated in red and what she had read in Emma’s journal came flooding back in. The words ‘Heaven help me’ became the words that now repeated in her mind over and over. “Timmy, where are you?” she screamed with everything she had, but he didn’t come.
          Lynn saw the jeep and knew the keys were always in it. She forced herself to her feet and stumbled to the driver’s side and got in. That’s when she noticed the moisture between her legs. “God, please, no,” she began to cry harder. Thoughts ran through her mind of honking the horn but she knew something was horribly wrong with her husband, so she turned the key and backed out of the driveway as he came running out of the front door of the farm house. She made it to a hospital in the little town closest to where they lived, hitting the side of the building outside by the Emergency Room. The two nurses on duty ran to her aid.
          Timothy got a ride from a neighbor, who dropped him off a few hours after Lynn had arrived. They stopped him before he could go past the receptionist’s desk with him yelling, “Where is my wife, she’s pregnant. Lynn!”
          “Sir, please. You need to have a seat. The doctor will be with in just a moment.”
          “Where the hell is my wife?” He pushed the nurse and the security guard ran through the double doors that went to the main hall and subdued him.
          They took Timothy to a private room and stayed with him until a man in a white coat came in. “I’m Doctor Harold, I was the one who took care of your wife Mr. McCormick.”
          “Where is she? Can I see her?”
          “I’m afraid I have some bad news, Mr. McCormick.”
          “It’s the baby, isn’t it?”
          The doctor lowered his eyes then looked back up at the large eyes of Timothy. “I am so sorry to tell you this, but your wife and child didn’t make it, Mr. McCormick.”
          “No!” Timothy stood then fell into the wall and slid down and began to weep.
          “What was she doing driving herself here, Mr. McCormick?”
          “I don’t know, I just woke up and she was driving off. I couldn’t find the keys to our other car so I had to walk to a neighbor’s house. I saw a trail of blood from the barn and knew she had to be here. What happened, how’d she…”
          “We don’t really know, but it looks like she went into premature labor and bled out. It just wasn’t meant to be. I am truly sorry. Can we call someone for you?”
          “There isn’t anyone to call. We are all each other had. If you could show me where our vehicle is I’ll come back and take care of…things tomorrow. If that will be alright.”
          “Of course, I’ll see to it you have what you need.” The doctor held out his hand and Timothy took it and stood. “Are you going to be okay to drive?”
          Timothy nodded and then walked out the door to wait outside the emergency entrance for the security guard to bring him the keys and walk him to where they had parked their jeep.
          Timothy buried Lynn with the baby right beside Beth McCormick, his great grandfather Allen McCormick’s first wife.  Two months later while down the road at the feed barn buying seed he laid eyes on a beautiful young woman working at the counter. “Howdy, I need fifteen bags of corn and seventeen on the wheat and you can just put that on the McCormick ticket.” Timothy spoke as he read off of the order slip he had pulled out of his back pocket.
          “Yes sir, Mr. McCormick. I’m Emilia Baker but my friends call me Emily. I’ll be working here until my dad gets better. Sorry to hear about your wife, Mr. McCormick.”
          “Well, thank you, Emily. It is alright to call you Emily isn’t it?”
          She blushed, “Sure, that’ll be just fine, Mr…”
          “Nope, you gotta call me by my first name as well. Please call me, Allen.”
          “Allen it is.”
          “Maybe I’ll just call you Emma, you look much older than an Emily,” he smiled and she giggled. “Would you like to come over for dinner some time, Emma?”
          “I would love to, Allen.”
…………………..
And the wicked circle of life begins!
The End