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CROSSING TRILOGY –TALEFLICK BOOKS TO MOVIES

FINAL DAY TO VOTE! CONTEST ENDS AT 4 P.M. TODAY FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 21ST, PACIFIC STANDARD TIME CURRENTLY AT #2!

Let’s see if Sydney Grey can do as well as Georgia Charles who came in third place in the Taleflick Discovery Contest. If you’d like to see Magnolia Tree on the big screen, please click HERE and vote; one vote per person within the next three days. On April 1^st, the Producers will choose 4 books/scripts to be optioned for movies from all registered books/scripts. Thanks all. Here we go... 

Another Free E-Book

My Publisher is offering 'Winter's Captive, Book 1, The Georgia Series for free until January 26th.

Being lost in the wilderness can be a frightening experience; being lost, alone and pregnant in a cold winter wilderness could be a death sentence for city girl, Georgia Charles.

Get your FREE copy here.

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CREATIVIA OFFERS ANOTHER FREE E-BOOK

Hi everyone, I'd like to first thank everyone who have downloaded their free e-books and left a review. The Georgia Series is selling now and is within the top 50 Kindle Bestseller list. 

Creativia is now offering for a limited time only, a free e-book of Magnolia Tree, Book 1 of The Crossing Trilogy.

Here's a sample:

             The old two-story farmhouse with boarded windows, peeling paint and overgrown gardens appeared nothing like the house she remembered from her childhood. Sydney Grey stood on the gravel sidewalk that led to the sagging steps attached to a porch covered with leaves, dirt and broken tree branches. Her eyes scanned the windows on the second floor, resting on one window in particular. My bedroom. Her mind filled with childhood memories of swimming in the small lake behind the house and playing hide and seek in the grove of magnolia trees. She loved the smell of the magnolia flowers; a heady, intoxicating scent with a touch of cherry, lemons, and a hint of vanilla.

            An uneasiness that started in the pit of her stomach and pushed its way through her body made Sydney frown. She had no idea why. Feelings such as these plagued Sydney her whole life. Usually, they occurred before something happened. She shrugged it off. That’s because she didn’t yet know that she used to talk to a dead person. 

Click HERE to get your copy.

Rainy Day Reading-Free E-Book

Hello. Hope you all had a wonderful summer. Ours has been a strange summer. We had four months of draugt and now three days of rain. The air is moist and the nights are chilling down. All this tells me it's time to settle into the fall and get back to my writing and for you, my readers, to get back to reading. 

If you haven't yet read Missing Thread, Book 3 of the Georgia Series, now yours chance. The e-book is being offered by my publisher for free from September 11 to September 15. 

Click HERE for some rainy day reading: 

On a trip to Houston, Georgia Charles-Dixon disappears, taking Sean on a journey to Texas in search of his wife. An accident (or is it?) propels Georgia into a battle that not only threatens her survival, but also stretches the very fiber that holds her family together.

Can Georgia overcome the elements threatening to destroy her family? If not, can she adapt to the changes forced upon them and keep their love intact?

And how does an FBI investigation tie into Georgia’s plight?

A LIFE-CHANGING EVENT AND A MENTAL BATTLE THAT

CHALLENGES THE CORE OF FAMILY STRENGTH AND LOVE

Hope you enjoy the story! Please leave a review!

THE GEORGIA SERIES - ALL AVAILABLE AGAIN!

Hi everyone,

First I want to thank everyone who purchased Winter's Captive, Book 1 of The Georgia Series. It hit #1 in ebooks on Amazon, which in turn generated sales of Book 2 and Book 3. And I gained eight more reviews on Book 1 and two more reviews so far on Book 3. So appreciative.

The whole series is available again in ebook and paperback formats with my new publisher, Creativia. 

Please use this link HERE to check out all three books.

Currently, Magnolia Tree, Book 1 of The Crossing Trilogy is in edits with my publisher. I'll keep you posted as to it's availability.

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FREE EBOOK, WINTER'S CAPTIVE, BOOK 1, THE GEORGIA SERIES

Wishing everyone all the best in 2018. Hope you are happy, healthy, and find peace in your lives.

Just want to let you all know that Winter's Captive Ebook is available for FREE on promotion for two more days. If you haven't yet read Book 1 of The Georgia Series, here's your opportunity to download a free copy. 

Being lost in the wilderness can be a frightening experience; being lost, alone and pregnant in a vast winter wilderness could be a death sentence for city girl, Georgia Charles.

Thank-you to all of you who have already downloaded your copy and a big thank-you in advance to those of you who will. Very appreciated. It would be most helpful if you left an honest review with your thoughts of the book on Amazon and Goodreads if you use that platform.

To get your copy now, click HERE.  Enjoy!

New Beginnings

Hi everyone!

Just a quick note to let you all know that I am back. After a much needed hiatus, I'm writing again, have a new publisher, and am excited to let you know that The Georgia Series will be available again in e-book and paperback format. 

I'm pleased to have signed with Creativia Publishing, an international publisher and am excited to announce that Winter's Captive, The Georgia Series, Book 1 is now available as an e-book for FREE to Kindle Unlimited subscribers! The paperback is now available as well. 

To get your FREE e-book, a great addition to any Christmas Book, download here: http://mybook.to/WintersCaptive

All I want for Christmas is my readers to leave an honest review on Amazon.com to help get the word out. Thanks all. I'll be back to wish you all a very Merry Christmas.

And to all the writers, keep on keeping on writing.

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Writerly Wednesday Flash Fiction Picture Prompt

Mrs. Chicken

After two nasty roosters, attacking anyone in site, ended up in a stew, badgers killed the chicks, no matter what we tried to protect them. A neighbour’s dog killed the hens save one.

One day, I looked out back and saw Mrs. Chicken racing around the side of the house, dog right behind. I grabbed my husband’s air pistol that resembled a forty-five revolver and ran to the front of the house, yanked the door open, jumped into the stance with gun aimed, my eyes scanning the right of the front yard. Nothing. I swung my body to the left, still in shooting stance, gun aimed and ready.

There stood a customer for our home-based business, flattened against his car in fear.

After explaining the situation minus one hen or dog to prove it out, he shook his head and laughed.

“You sure have an aggressive sales technique.” 

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1^ST PERIOD AFTER LUNCH

I stared at the old typewriter in the second hand store reliving memories of high school typing class.

Once we learned the keyboard basics, we spent our forty minute class typing to music. The idea was to achieve a basic rhythm. Our first song was:

How    much    is    that    dog---gy    in    the    win-dow,    the  

     tap       tap     tap   tap     tap    tap  tap   tap    tap   tap     tap

one with the wagg---le---y     tail.

                            tap  tap  tap  tap     tap  tap   tap

By the end of semester, we were speed demons, grooving to the king, ‘Elvis’.  Anyone walking past the typing lab would hear the rhythmic tap tap tap to:

You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog

Cryin’ all the time

and

Let's rock everybody, let's rock
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin' to the jail house rock.

WE were the cool kids. Typing class ROCKED!

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WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT FICTION - GAME OVER

Good morning everyone. Wednesday again. The summer is just flying by. Soon it will be September 1st and my third book of The Georgia Series will be released. More on that next post. Meanwhile, hope you enjoy my story for today. It is really a true story not fiction, based on my memories of raising my son.

GAME OVER

I arrived to pick up my twelve-year-old from his first job; babysitting a boy after school until his mother arrived from work.

A difficult kid but my son handled him well. Whenever his mother showed, his charge acted out.

Cleaning up the playroom, my son stooped to pick up darts on the floor. In a tantrum, the boy threw a dart as he stood. It  wedged in my son’s back beside the spine. My son hit the floor, turning white. “Mom, I can’t feel anything in my back.”

The kid’s mother smiled at her son, telling him he shouldn’t do that. Furious, I took mine to emergency. The dart penetrated a muscle, causing a spasm that left him numb. Otherwise, all good.

Driving home, my son said: “I’m sorry, Mom but I’m quitting my job.”

I smiled. “Good call.”

I wonder whatever happened to that Social Worker’s kid?

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The Raven

The raven flew above the humans, entertaining them with somersaults, diving downward, only to fly up to the sky and sour in the wind. She stealthily watched the human below open a bag and scatter morsels; recognizing the man as a regular. Ravens never forget a face, regardless of the fact that humans can't tell one raven from another.

Oh come on, moron! Don't you know we aren't vegetarians? We eat worms, nice, insects, We love crickets. Frogs and lizard are good. And how about a little fruit once in a while, huh?

The man's offerings sucked, but beggars can't be choosers. The raven landed and picked up a hard chunk. She flew to a puddle and dropped it in the water. The humans shook their heads and laughed like she was a dummy.

What? Just softening it up here. Stale bread and crackers? Tasteless ... yuk!

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MISSING THREAD, THE GEORGIA SERIES, BOOK 3

Hi everyone. Today I'm proud and excited to reveal the new cover for Missing Thread, Book 3 in The Georgia Series.

Also, I'm announcing that the E-BOOK is availabe for PREORDER at a SPECIAL PRICE until the Fountain Blue Publishing release date of September 1st. The e-book is available on Amazon and at other fine retailers.

You can order your e-book HERE.

I'm working currently on a page on my website where you can preorder an autographed copy of the paperback. When the page is ready, I'll let you all know.

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Writerly Wednesday Flash Fiction Picture Prompt - Born to Sing

Happy Wednesday to you all. I missed last week, but here I am again sharing my piece. For those of you who would like an ebook of the first ten stories I wrote, I have a book on Amazon, Nook, and Kobo for FREE. I put these stories together as an offering to readers who don't follow my blog to introduce my writing style, and perhaps want to purchase my novels. So if you have friends or family that you think would enjoy my short ditties, by all means download the book. It is free on Amazon.com if you are in the US. Other sites will follow suit soon. And it's free on Nook and Kobo. Here's the link for Amazon. 

 https://www.amazon.com/Snap-Shots-Life-Bites-Book-ebook/dp/B01G5VDMM0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1464816804&sr=8-1&keywords=june+v+bourgo

Hope you enjoy today's story.

Born to Sing

The stage grip handed her the microphone. She stood in the wings listening to the host, paralyzed with fear, her hands sweaty. Hope I don’t drop the mic.

The M.C. was talking about her but she didn’t hear the words. Why am I doing this?

She heard her name and forced her legs to move. Her eyes scanned the audience. Omigod ... so many people.

The piano man played the intro. Panic engulfed her. This isn’t my song. She turned and he mouthed ‘sorry’. The horn player blew a ditty, turning it over to the piano man who began again.

She stared into the spotlight above the audience, waiting for her cue. She lost herself into the melody and the passion of the jazz piece.

When it was over, she bowed to a standing ovation.

Of course I want to do this. I was born to sing.

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WRITERLY WEDNESDAY FICTION PICTURE PROMPT - BUCKET LIST

The weeks fly by and another story is hatched. I find it amusing how my shorts are influenced by childhood memories or events in my life. The process of creating these vignettes on a weekly basis are so stimulating and show me that writing is what I should be doing. Enjoy!

Bucket List

 We left Santa Rosa, New Mexico, heading west on Route 66. I hit the  CD track to play our ritual song; marking the start of another day on  the road. We sang along belting out the final line, ‘Get your kicks on  Route 66’.

 Retired and carefree, this trip was on our Bucket List. We started in  Chicago, making many stops along the way and were getting closer  to Los Angeles, California.

 I stared at the semi-arid landscape lost in thought. My Route 66  obsession began at age twelve when the television show aired. It was  more a teenage obsession with George Maharis during his time spent  on the show.

 I looked sideways at my partner. Always attracted to dark-haired  brooding men, my husband was no exception. He wasn’t Hollywood  handsome but he was my George Maharis.

 He glanced at me. “What?”

 I giggled. “Love ya, honey.”

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WRITERLY WEDNESDAY FLASH FICTION PICTURE PROMPT - CHOICES

Here we are again! Writerly Wednesday! Hope you enjoy!

Choices

She stared at the man opposite her, knowing that no matter how carefully she chose her next words, it wouldn’t matter. She was hurting him. It would take him awhile to get over it. They couldn’t remain friends; his expectations would overshadow that possibility. Maybe someday; maybe never.

He was a good man and she had the utmost respect for him but she couldn’t live a lie.

The look in his eyes and the slump of his body told her he knew. After three years, he could read her well. After college, he’d gone into business with his father. She worked at the hospital as a nurse.

He loved his life. She wanted more. She was heading to Africa to work on the Mercy Charity Hospital Ship. Her blood raced with excitement thinking about it.

She held his hand, took a nervous breath and began to talk.

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WRITERLY WEDNESDAY FLASH FICTION PICTURE PROMPT - A MOTHER'S LOVE

This week I'm going out on a limb with a controversial subject that may not be to the liking of some. It's a challenge to address something like this in 150 words. However, it is more about the unconditional love and support of a mother and the angst a mother can experience even with an adult child. Hope you like it.

A Mother's Love

I stared at the photo. She loved that park. I remember buying pretty dresses in the early years. She refused to wear them. Definitely a tomboy. I came to accept she wasn’t a girlie girl. But who knew?

The teen years aroused my suspicions. Was she a lesbian? She was popular with both boys and girls but never dated, studied hard, won a scholarship to university. I was proud. But this?

She told me a week ago and I’ve been crying for days. Initially, for me. But this is about her ... him. Transgendered. Hormones. Surgery.

I carried my child for nine months, nurtured her, raised her ... him as a single mom. Now the tears are for him and what he’ll face.

I heard the door open. I stood. “Mom?” He entered the room and into my outstretched arms.

“You’re still mine,” I said.

Together, we cried.  

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WEDNESDAY WRITERLY PICTURE PROMPT - FOND MEMORIES OF VERMONT

Fond Memories of Vermont

I said to my husband:

“I LOVE Vermont. 

They celebrate all four seasons with year-round festivals of every kind featuring their specialty foods. Winter skiing and spring fishing with the tapping of the Maples for maple sugar candy and maple sugar pie; summer ferry rides, camping at Grand Isle on Lake Champlain and their famous strawberry shortcake. Fall is my favourite time of all with the world’s best foliage, biking through the endless valleys and rolling hills. A beautiful array of dazzling reds, oranges, golds, yellows and, of course, their famous apple pie with a fresh slice of state cheddar cheese.”

My husband said:

“Honey, I don’t think we love Vermont. I think we love food.”

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WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT

The weeks seem to fly by and here we are, Wednesday again. Just to update you on my other writing endeabours. I'm in the final chapters of Missing Thread, The Georgia Series, Book 3. I expect to finish it and have it sent off to my publisher by mid-April. Yay!

Meanwhile here's my 150 word flash fiction for this week. 

LADY

She sat in a field behind my parents house. She’d seen better days but I love that car.  My Dad’s pride and joy, he’d bought her as a fixer-upper She was all that, with no back seat. In those days cars didn’t have seat belts, so for the first couple of weeks, we three sisters sat on little stools, so low to the floor we couldn’t see out the windows. When Dad went around a corner, we were too short to reach the ‘oh shit handles’, and we’d slide off the stools onto the floor in a tangled mass of giggles. Dad would glance over his shoulder and shout: “You girls stop that fooling around.” Like we’d planned the whole thing.

We named her Lady, from the movie, Lady and the Tramp. She may have lost her looks but not her style or her memories.

She was still Lady.

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WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT - BUNNY

I can't believe it's Writerly Wednesday again. The week flew by so fast. Hope you all had a happy and safe Easter weekend, shared with family and friends and lots of good food.

This weeks picture was difficult for me, but once an idea popped into my head, the story wrote itself. Hope you enjoy it.

Bunny

            Our two-year-old Chrissy found the rabbit hidden under her bed that Sunday morning. She’d held it up and giggled excitedly. “Bunny, Mommy.” 

            Has a year really passed since last Easter?

            I held the rabbit tight; flooded with memories rendering my heart heavy. We’d lost her two days later to a drunk driver who hit our car. Someone found the rabbit on the road and gave it to the police. I buried my face in Bunny’s fur and cried.

            Bunny went into the box with Chrissy’s things for my husband to store in the attic.

             My eyes scanned the redecorated room and the bassinet in the corner. My hands moved to my blossoming abdomen. This baby could never replace Chrissy but a new life could help us cope with the loss of another.

            I smiled. One day, I’ll give her Bunny and tell her of the sister she’ll never know.

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WRITERLY WEDNESDAY PICTURE PROMPT - ADRIFT

Today is Writerly Wednesday. Here's my flash fiction picture prompt story. This was a hard one to write because 150 word maximum is not much to express the whole story this picture pulled from me. But I did my best. Hope you enjoy it.

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Adrift

            People thought we were the perfect family—Mom, Dad, Chase and me. But as childhoods go, ours wasn’t Disneyland.

            It became apparent my brother had problems. Testing proved he was borderline autistic. Mother felt ashamed. Father loathed him. Chase was sent to a facility in the city. One day in his teens, he walked away and disappeared.

            I moved to the city after graduation. For two years, I searched the streets for Chase. One morning I passed a young man sitting on the sidewalk. I couldn’t see his face but something drew me closer.

            “Chase?”

            He looked up; goose bumps ran down my spine. I kneeled down and stared into his eyes. “It’s me, your sister.”

            Chase smiled. “Chelsea, Chelsea.”

            With teary eyes I held out my hand. “Would you like to come with me?”  He nodded yes and I vowed he would never sleep on the street again.