Okay. Even though I have eight other books on the market, and waiting for their recognition, today I want to plug with my new release, Twisted Bwitch. When my college professor told us to write the first four pages, and the last four pages of a screenplay, I didn’t know what I was going to do. Then once again, I had this dream from out of the blue.
Little Lost Girl
Valentine’s Day is over, but the love still remains. This book was written for the memory of a child, and the love that we all have.
So many books have been written about a lost girl. They range from a abduction, runaways, falling through the cracks in the foster care system, to a girl’s frame of mind, or how she coped through life.
My book is a little different. It is a murder mystery that came to me in a dream. Yes, once again, I am the main character. Why have these dreams, I have no idea,
A Tale of a Blacksmith
Love is in the air, and Valentine’s Day is coming. We all get blinded by love, and do foolish things. Meanwhile, we don’t see the truth, the real emotion, and sometimes how one-sided love can be. It isn’t until we are away from that love and heartbroken that we can see. No matter how much you put into the relationship they are not happy, because usually, they are not happy with themselves.
What better time to post a love story.
Love in the Sand.
With all my ideas geared around children, adventure, drama, and dramatic fiction, my wife loves to read all my work. One day she questioned me on why I haven’t done a romance novel. I gave her a puzzling look, thinking about my many books. Many of them have a romance relationship in them, I said, to which she replied, I mean a love story of two hearts as one, like you and me. Write me a story for us, she said.
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