Hello and Welcome! Come on in and I’ll get you a large mug of a very strong French?Sumatra Roast blend, a cuppa tea or some other warm beverage. It is supposed to warm up out there, but for right now it feels cold and there is snow on the ground. yes, new fallen snow! The sun just came out, so I hope it doesn’t last long. And where are we? This is a new photo at the top, but you may know that it is from New Hampshire.
I talk about the weather too much, right? Well, here is some more :) Last coffee share I was celebrating spring. And then I drove back the NH. It was winter for a couple of days :( But then, right on schedule, on the 20th, it became spring. And now it snows… Well, the forecast looks good (but it did two days ago!), so hopefully we will get spring….
It was a busy work week, but not a lot to talk about. I did have a couple of off hours calls, but nothing terrible. Busy, busy…
I did a bit of writing. Some have remarked how many stories I post each week and such. I do write very fast! That being said, I started a short story off line. I am only about 2500 words into it after three days! Yes, I wrote and posted two other stories and a poem those days, but… Oh well.
Thinking of writing, if you want a free sample of my longer writing and have a Kindle, I am giving away the Kindle version of The Halley Branch for a few days.
I had massage this week. It always helps – thanks Dottie!
Too personal, but on the subject of lying down… My mattress in NH is getting old, so last week I picked up a piece of 3 inch memory foam and a nice cushioned topper. I set it up yesterday. It felt great! I’d love to tell you I had a great night sleep as well, but my dogs and cats kept me up all night. Hopefully tonight….
Anyway, I have a thousand and one things to do today, and it is sunny. Thanks for stopping by for coffee! It was nice catching up. If you have a coffee share I’ll try to stop by.
An evil 300 years in the making. A trap set 150 years in the past.
The day should have been a normal “family day” at the Hawkins’ Mausoleum, but a premonition followed Trevor into the crypt. To make matters worse, he couldn’t shake his morning vision of a dead woman draped in a funeral-shroud.
After rescuing a girl trapped in the tomb, repressed memories forced him to reevaluate everything. Was his extended family a cult with roots going back to America’s colonial past? Was the evil Benjamin Halley still stalking his tomb after 150 years? Was there any truth to the Power described by the family’s patriarch, Miles Hawkins?
Trevor realized that he was being manipulated and drawn into a trap set in the 19th century, and feared that everyone around him had already been ensnared. Who could he trust? The members of his own family’s Branch, The Bradford’s, like his cousins Bill or Stan? Perhaps members of the Hawkins Branch, such as the beautiful but jaded Amelie? The one Branch he knew not to trust was the extinct Halley Branch.
But the Halley’s were the ones who were welcoming him with open, if dead, arms.