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Missy Redstone Hidden Perception

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Kayce Asher is the Creative Director for Emerson Thurgood in New York. After her last relationship, she’s more than a little hesitant about dating again. Texanna Dilworth is a photographer who is the complete opposite of Kayce…tattoos, tomboyish, outspoken, and not afraid of letting her know she’s interested. Just when she’s willing to give Tex a chance after a trip to Provincetown, someone turns Kayce’s life upside down. Her time is divided between her budding romance with Tex, her ex Lora who wants her back, and trying to figure out who’s stalking her and why. Sometimes we think we know someone, but we only know the perception they’ve created.

A suspenseful lesbian romance novel.

Here’s a sneak peak……..



Kayce Asher bolted straight up in bed. Her heart pounded in her chest. She swallowed hard. Was it a dream or was the sound of glass breaking downstairs real? She held her breath and listened. The floorboard beneath her bedroom window creaked and she jumped. The house was full of odd noises at night as it settled, switching from the warm and humid temperatures of the day to the cool and dry air at night. She exhaled and laid back down, pulling the covers up to her neck. Her phone was within an arm’s reach on the nightstand. She shook off the goosebumps and drifted back to sleep.

She didn’t like being alone, but Texanna was away on a photo shoot. She had offered to stay, but Kayce insisted she go. It was a big shoot with a lot riding on it. If she made the client happy, the name Texanna Dilworth would get around. She would be able to break free from the advertising business and branch out into a solo career.

A loud thump downstairs woke her up again. This time, she reached for her phone while she listened. Maybe it was another false alarm, but the hairs standing up on her arms and the back of her neck wouldn’t let her believe that. It was two twenty-five. Just a few more hours’ sleep, and this would all be a bad nightmare. Why did she tell Tex to go? She needed her now. She’d know what to do. She was tough and strong, not scared of anyone or anything.

It’s just my nerves. The alarm would’ve gone off if someone broke in. She checked the alarm app on her phone. No new activity since she went to bed.

A chilling ice cold wave ran through her. The glass breaking. Why didn’t she think of it before? There were motion detectors set up around the house and every door had a sensor. Every door except for the basement door. Due to the way the double glass doors closed with a seam in the middle, it needed a special sensor. The alarm tech ordered it and promised to install it as soon as it came in, which was tomorrow. To make her feel better, he set up a motion sensor that would catch anyone as soon as they hit the bottom step of the basement stairs that led up to the kitchen. Even if they made it past there, the door at the top had a deadbolt. It was a double cylinder deadbolt and needed a key on either side to lock or unlock it. It was overkill, but she insisted on it.

The glass breaking could’ve been someone coming in through the basement door. Now, she wished she had video cameras installed in the basement instead of only the main floor. Her only comfort was knowing the motion detector would trip the alarm if anyone tried coming up the basement stairs. The door with the deadbolt at the top and another flight of stairs still separated her from her stalker. It wasn’t enough to calm her nerves and panic set in. She couldn’t be absolutely certain she locked the door. Earlier, she restocked the fridge with a few water bottles from the basement.

She tried to remain calm because she hadn’t heard anything else. Still, this was the second time a loud noise awakened her from sleep. Her heart raced. Should she call the police? She had called them so many times they were beginning to think she was crazy. Every time she called them out, there was no evidence of anything or anyone. They always came out, but she could tell by the looks on their faces they didn’t believe her.

She slid the covers down past her feet ready to run if she needed to. But where? Downstairs? What if someone was downstairs and had figured out a way to bypass the alarm? What if there was a blind spot in the video surveillance somewhere downstairs and the intruder wasn’t in the basement after all? She checked the video feeds. Her breath caught in her chest when she saw a shadow move in the family room. She was about to check a different feed when the green dot in the corner of the screen caught her attention. The alarm wasn’t armed. She stared at it in disbelief and refreshed the alarm app. She glanced over at the alarm console on the wall. She knew the configuration of the lighted keypad by heart. According to it, someone disarmed the system. Not only did someone disarm it somehow, but they turned off the audible announcement it made when disarming. Her first instinct was to call Tex, but that would be useless. She was too far away to do anything.

She rolled over to the other side of the bed and opened the top drawer in Tex’s nightstand. She lifted the black steel box out. She wasn’t a fan of guns, but Tex owned a few when they met. Her mind was numb. She tried to remember the combination. All she had to do was open the box, load the magazine into the gun, and take the safety off. She knew Tex kept a cartridge in the chamber. How could she remember all that, but the damn combination to the locked box escaped her? She tried her birthday. Nothing. She tried Tex’s birthday. Didn’t work either. She tried her ATM code. No luck. The keypad turned red.

The correct code floated up from the depths of her memory. Now, she remembered. Tex changed it to something more obvious for Kayce to remember. It sounded like a good idea, but it failed and now it locked her out of the gun safe for thirty minutes.

It had been ten minutes since she heard the thump downstairs. Maybe no one was downstairs, but who had disarmed the alarm? She picked up her phone and armed it again. The panel didn’t announce armed like it should have. She went back to the video feed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the keypad switch back to disarmed. Someone was controlling the alarm. Between the noises downstairs and the malfunctioning alarm, none of this was a coincidence. This time it was real. Her stalker had finally made it into her house, and there was no one around to protect her.

Chapter One


“Kayce, have you met Texanna?” Jennifer, the producer for the photo shoot asked.

She turned around to see a thin woman wearing ripped jeans and a black tank top that ended at her midriff, which is where Kayce’s gaze lingered. Tex’s abs looked like they had been carved from stone. Her jeans hung low on her hips.

“No, we haven’t met before, but I’m familiar with your work. It’s very nice to meet you, Texanna.”

She extended her hand. Texanna met it with a firm grip and shake of her muscular arm. She admired the tattoo sleeve extending up from her wrist. Tattoos covered both of Texanna’s arms.

“It’s nice to meet you. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to work with the agency again,” Texanna said.

Texanna’s voice was soft and sincere. Her jet black hair met the top of her shoulders and provided the perfect contrast to her clear crystal blue eyes. No makeup. Her smile was big.

“I wanted to introduce you while you were here. I really enjoy working with Texanna. She’s one of the best in the business.” Jennifer’s phone buzzed. “If you two will excuse me, I need to take care of this.”

“Of course. Anything you need help with? Is there a problem?” Kayce asked.

“No, nothing for you to worry about,” Jennifer said before walking off.

Kayce needed today to be perfect. She’d worked hard to get Stedford Sports to accept her vision for their new line of sunglasses. It was a hard sale. Third generation family ran the sports company. She had to deal with people who had no sense of the family business and were only in charge because of their bloodline. They came to her with their vision of what they wanted. The problem was it wouldn’t produce the results they were looking for, but she knew it wouldn’t be a successful campaign. If she agreed to do what they wanted, it wouldn’t work and they would blame her and her company and take their business elsewhere. Stedford was a multimillion dollar client representing thirty percent of their revenue, so Kayce needed to make sure they were happy.

She wasn’t always around for photo shoots, but she had a lot riding on this one. Just in case something came up, she wanted to be there to take care of it. It would be faster and more efficient that way. Things had a way of getting lost or misinterpreted the more people it went through on the way up to her and back down through the chain of communication.

“You look a little worried and distracted,” Texanna said.

Kayce turned back to Texanna. “Sorry. This shoot is a big deal. I just want to make sure there are no last-minute surprises.”

“Nothing to worry about from my end. The models have been great. The stylists have done an amazing job, and you couldn’t ask for a better location.”

“Thanks. I’m sorry, don’t let me distract you from whatever you need to do.”

“We’re actually on a two-hour break right now. See the way the sun is coming in at a strong angle?” Texanna shielded her eyes and squinted up at the sun. Her well-defined muscles moved underneath the tattooed ink on her arms.

Kayce looked up. The sun was too bright for her. She closed her eyes and relished the warm rays against her skin. Growing up, she had spent every free moment she had at the beach. She had the freckles to prove it.

“Yes, that’s pretty bright,” she agreed.

“That’s not good when shooting. I could bring in some reflectors and other equipment, but I like to shoot as natural as possible. Less is more. I did get some nice shots with some creative flares though.”

“You know what you’re doing. Your work is impressive. Our budget for the Platts account was modest, but the creative ideas you came up with made it one of our most successful ads.”

“Thanks. I’ve always loved a challenge.”

“I know Jennifer loved working with you on that one. She knew how important the Stedford ad was and insisted we bring you in. Have you worked on any of our other ads?”

Texanna shook her head and brushed her hair back behind her ear. “No, this is only my second time working with Emerson Thurgood, but I hope this is just the beginning.”

“I hope so too. Well, it was nice meeting you, Texanna.”

“Please, call me Tex.”

“Okay, Tex. What time will you begin shooting again?”

“We still have an hour. I was just about to grab something to eat. Jennifer snagged the best caterer in town. Do you want to join me?”

Kayce checked the lock screen on her phone. No urgent messages. “Sure. I haven’t had lunch yet.”

After grabbing a plate of food, she followed Tex out to her truck. Since it was an outdoor shoot, there wasn’t any place to sit down and eat. Everyone sat on the ground eating their lunch.

Tex lowered the tailgate of her truck and placed her plate down. “Give me one second.” She walked around and pulled a blanket out of the cab of the truck and returned. She covered half the tailgate with the blanket. “Don’t want you getting your outfit dirty.”

“Thank you.” She placed her plate down beside Tex’s. The tailgate was high, above her waist. “What’s the easiest way to do this? I haven’t climbed in the back of a truck since…well, let’s just say it’s been a while.”

“Right. Why don’t you back up to it, brace yourself with your hands, and I’ll give you a boost?”

“No need to go through all that. I’m fine eating while standing here. Really, it’s okay.”

“But you’ll miss the view of the beach. What’s the matter? Is it your skirt? You’ll be fine. Go ahead, turn around.”

Kayce took a hesitant step towards the tailgate and turned around, bracing her hands on the edge.

“Okay. On three,” Tex said. She placed her hands on Kayce’s hips. Her grip was strong and firm. “One, two, three….”

She held her breath and jumped upwards at the same time Tex lifted her. She scooted backwards and pulled her skirt back down where it rode up her thighs during the jump.

“What about you? How are you going to—” Before she could finish, Tex used her upper arm strength to hoist herself up. The muscles in her upper arms flexing while she lifted herself. Once her hips cleared the edge, she slid back and ran her hands along her thighs. Kayce caught herself staring and forced herself to look away.

“Isn’t this much nicer than standing?” Tex glanced down at Kayce’s lips. “A beautiful view, nice breeze. I love the beach.”

“Yes, you’re right, the view is beautiful. I love the beach too. I don’t get out here as often as I would like. Work keeps me busy, life gets in the way, things come up. This is nice, even if I’m here working.”

“Well, not right now you aren’t. Relax a little. I won’t tell anyone.” Tex continued to stare at her. “There it is. Wow, look at that smile. You really do miss this.”

Kayce nodded and took a sip of water. She listened to the waves crashing. “Have you always been interested in photography?”

Tex laughed. “Is that a work-related question or a relaxing, getting-to-know-you question?”

“Probably a little bit of both, but your work is stunning. I imagine that’s something you’re born with, the ability to see beauty and art where other’s can’t.”

“I think I’ve always loved art and photography. It amazes me how a picture captures a moment and freezes time. It’s fascinating. You can take courses and learn about technique and study some of the great photographers, but you have to really want to do this. It has to be a passion, a love. You have to learn from experience, and trial and error. It’s a give and take relationship with the environment, people, whatever it is you’re interested in shooting. You and I can use the same equipment and shoot the same subject, but the pics will look different. There are so many ways to take one photo.” Tex paused. “I’m sorry. I get a little carried away sometimes.”

“No, no. It’s obvious you love what you do. I wish I had a fraction of the talent you have. My pictures always come out too dark or too washed out, sometimes blurry.”

“All of those things are fixable. Those are the types of things you can learn, but I bet you have a great eye for photos.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re the Creative Director at Emerson Thurgood, which means you are creative and you have a talent for seeing things other people can’t. I’d be happy to help you improve your photos, if you’re interested.”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that. I’m sure you’re busy.”

“If you want to learn, I’d love to help you.”

“Thanks, I’ll—”

“Careful with this one, Kayce,” a man’s voice said. She turned to see Ricky Morton. He was part of their team for the shoot.

“She’ll steal Lora away from you, just like she took Heather away from me,” he said.

Standing in front of them now with his arms crossed and his face red, he stared hard at Tex. The muscles in his jaw worked and flexed. Kayce looked around for someone to help. She thought she knew Ricky well enough, but she didn’t like the way he towered over Tex.

“What are you talking about?” she asked.

“Why don’t you tell her?” he nodded at Tex.

“This isn’t the time or place. Heather chose to leave you. I didn’t steal her away from you.”

“That’s not the way I see it. She liked men, and she was with me until you came around. I don’t know what you did to her, but she left me for you.”

Kayce expected Tex to back off from him, but she didn’t flinch. In fact, she smiled.

“Are you sure you really want to know all the things I did to her? I can tell you, but it won’t change anything.”

“You’re a smug little bitch, aren’t you?”

Kayce hopped down and stepped between them. “Ricky, you need to calm down. Don’t do anything that will jeopardize your job.”

“You’re defending her? I’m warning you. Keep an eye on her. She’s a home wrecker.”

“No, I’m not defending anyone. I don’t know what happened and as long as it doesn’t interfere with anyone’s work, it isn’t my business. Is this going to be a problem?”

He stepped back and held his hands in the air. “No. No problem.”

She watched him walk away shaking his head. He kicked a water bottle across the parking lot. The pounding of her heart slowed down once he was out of sight.

She turned around to find Tex finishing her lunch like nothing happened. “I’m sorry about that.”

“What are you apologizing for? It had nothing to do with you.”

“I know, but he had no right to attack you like that. I approved everyone on this team. If he’s going to be a problem, I can try to replace him. Threatening conduct like that is enough to have him thrown off the account and possibly fired.”

“No, don’t worry about it. He’s just pissed. I mean I did end up dating his girlfriend, but I didn’t do it on purpose. She came on to me. Heather was a model on a shoot I was doing for another agency. I had no idea she was seeing him until after he confronted me. This little encounter was nothing compared to that one. Besides, he’s the best damn digital tech in the Tri-State area. Don’t get rid of him because of me.”

“But I won’t tolerate that kind of hostile behavior around this team or any team.”

“No one else saw it, and I can stay clear of him. I think his little performance was more for you than for me. Who’s Lora anyway? Your girlfriend?”

“My ex-girlfriend, and that’s a long story.” She gathered up what was left of her lunch.

“I guess he hasn’t heard about your breakup yet. Well, the good news is there’s nothing to worry about. I can’t be accused of being a home wrecker this time. Not that I plan on anything happening. I mean not that I wouldn’t mind. Dammit, I should probably just quit talking.” Tex smiled at her.

“That’s probably a good idea.”

She checked the time. She hated Ricky had mentioned Lora. It had been almost a year now, but she was still trying to get over it. How long does it take to get over someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with? It wasn’t easy forgetting about the six years they were together.

“It’s time to get back to work anyway. Are you going to stay for the rest of the shoot?”

“Yes, but I won’t get in the way. Don’t mind me. Just observing and making sure nothing major comes up.”

“Well, it was nice meeting you. That offer to help you with your photos still stands.”

“It was a pleasure meeting you as well. I just might take you up on that offer.”

Tex wrote her number down on the back of a napkin and handed it to Kayce. “I know I should get business cards, but they’re just so…corporate, and that’s not who I am. Give me a call any time.”

“Thanks.” She took the napkin and watched Tex walk towards the beach.

She didn’t know that much about Texanna Dilworth except what Jennifer told her when pitching her for the Platts shoot months ago. Tex was a free spirit and only did freelance work. She had an eye for what the client needed, even if the client wanted to go in a different direction. She was also quick to tell them how wrong or narrow-mined they were being, almost costing her the job a few times.

Kayce knew clients in advertising are a strange breed. They come in wanting help selling their product, but they don’t want to change anything about themselves or their product. They want to keep their name and their way of doing business even if it’s hurting them. Often, they would tell Kayce that they needed to maintain their brand, which would then lead to her holding their hand and twisting her team’s ideas into a clever discussion to make the client think it was something they came up with on their own. It was time consuming.

Kayce was the Creative Director at Emerson Thurgood. They had taken her on as an intern, and she impressed them with her ability to form relationships with the clients. A few of the larger accounts at the firm signed on because of her. She wasn’t afraid to go after the impossible and refused to take no for an answer. She could be persuasive when she needed to.

She wasn’t immune to the stares of her male clientele. At first, she found it offensive. It didn’t take long for her to use it to her advantage. She felt bad about it, but they didn’t. Some wouldn’t even try to hide the fact that they stared at her breasts or that their eyes roamed over her from head to toe while they adjusted themselves and shifted in the chair across from her.

She didn’t flaunt her beauty. In fact, she thought she was average. It wasn’t until college that she started to feel comfortable in her body, becoming more outgoing and confident.

Chapter Two


The Stedford Sports campaign had been a successful one. The client loved it and talked about doing another campaign in the winter for their ski line. Now was the lull before everyone started gearing up for their Christmas ads. She didn’t want to think about all that work plus Stedford Sports coming in again for another campaign. It would be a lot of work, but it would also mean a lot of profit for the company and a nice bonus check at the end of the year.

She checked her calendar like she did every Friday before heading home. She told herself it was to prepare for the upcoming week, but really it was to see if she needed to work on anything over the weekend. She let out a sigh of relief. This weekend she was free to do whatever she wanted. All she wanted to do was unwind and relax. Take-out food along with streaming a few movies and going through some of the books she had downloaded were the only things that interested her. If there was time, maybe she would get through the stack of magazines on her nightstand.

She watered the spider plant by the window. It was a tough little plant. Lora gave it to her on their second date after finding out about Kayce’s lack of a green thumb. She promised her it was almost impossible to kill and was simple to take care of. It only took a month to prove Lora wrong, and she gave it back to her to take care of. Lora nursed it back to health and kept it until she later moved in with Kayce. Even then, the plant was Lora’s responsibility and it thrived. After the breakup, Lora left it and Kayce couldn’t bring herself to give it away. She never remembered to water it so she brought it to the office where her secretary helped keep an eye on it. It was a constant reminder of Lora, but it was the only thing she had left of her.

Her phone rang and she jumped. Her secretary, Lisa, left for the day earlier. She sighed and picked up her bag, heading towards the door. She didn’t want to get involved in anything that would spoil her weekend. Besides, she should’ve left two hours ago. She made it as far as the door but then stopped. The phone continued to ring. It had to be an important call if they hadn’t given up by now. She threw her bag down in the chair and reached across the desk to answer it.

“Kayce Asher.”

“Hello, Kayce. This is Texanna, Tex, the photographer from the Stedford Sports shoot.”

“Is something wrong? That campaign ended two weeks ago. The clients loved it, by the way.” She sat down in her office chair and pulled out a notepad and pen.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I hope Ricky didn’t change your mind about taking me up on my offer.”

“No, I’m not worried about what Ricky said. I haven’t given him a second thought.”

“Good. I have some free time, so I thought I would call and see if you wanted to get together. I enjoyed talking with you. I’d love to shoot some pics with you and teach you a few things.”

“Sure, that sounds good. Just let me know when and where.”

She hadn’t dated anyone since the breakup. Is this a date? Am I ready for that? An image of Tex flashed through her mind. Tex was the complete opposite of Lora. Tex was confident and sure of herself, where Lora was more reserved. Tex was strong and muscular and Lora was thin and graceful. Tex was attractive, but wasn’t the type she dated in the past. She wasn’t interested in her like that. She wasn’t interested in anyone like that at the moment.

“Does that sound good?” Tex asked.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted. What was the question?”

“It’s okay. I’m surprised you’re still at the office. You must be pretty busy.”

“It was hectic today, but I’m leaving soon before anything else pops up.”

“I know how that is. Anyway, I asked if tomorrow after lunch was okay? Around one-thirty?”

Kayce wrote the time down on the notepad. “That works for me. Where should we meet?”

“I have all my equipment in my truck. I can loan you some to use. I can pick you up at your place, if that’s okay with you?”

“Sure, as long as it’s no trouble.”

“No, it’s no trouble. That way I won’t have to transfer all my gear. I’m bad about leaving something behind.”

“Okay, great. I’ll text you my address.”

“So, you do still have my number?”

Kayce opened her bag and pulled out the napkin with Tex’s number on it. “I have the official napkin number right here in my hand.” She laughed. “Is that the number I should send it to?”

“Yes, that’s the one. So, you didn’t lose my number, huh? That’s a little disappointing. I thought maybe that was the reason you hadn’t called.”

Kayce’s cheeks reddened and she bit her lip. Had the conversation just taken a turn? Was Tex flirting with her?

“I…I’m sorry. I’ve been—”

“It’s okay. Are you sure you want to go tomorrow?”

“Yes, I want to. Please know that me not calling had nothing to do with Ricky.”

“Okay, don’t worry about it. We’ll go out tomorrow, I’ll show you a few tricks, give you some tips, and then if you want to know more, you can call me next time. Deal?”

Kayce circled the time and wrote Tex’s number underneath it. “You got it. That’s a deal. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise, but I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Not even a little hint?”

“Nope. My lips are sealed.”

Kayce laughed. “Okay then. I look forward to whatever surprise destination you have planned. Thanks for calling and inviting me.”

“No problem. Don’t forget to send me your address.”

“I will. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Kayce.”

She hung up the phone and tore the sheet of paper off the notepad. She pulled her cell phone out of her bag and typed out a message with her address to Tex. She checked it three times, making sure it was correct and that she didn’t have any typos. She hit send and waited for a response with the phone in her hands. A few seconds later she received one.

Thanks. See you tomorrow!!!


The anticipation was killing her. She was nervous and excited about Tex picking her up. It still felt a little bit like a date to her. She would’ve told her she wasn’t interested in dating anyone right now, but she didn’t want to make a fool out of herself. Maybe Tex wasn’t interested in dating her either.

Tex pulled into the driveway and Kayce’s heart began pounding again. Should I open the front door? No, that would make me look eager and desperate. She backed away from the window where she had been standing for the last forty-five minutes. According to the clock on the wall, Tex was right on time. She waited in the living room. Her palms were sweaty. Her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. She needed something to drink. She reached for the handle on the fridge. The sound of footsteps coming up the sidewalk caused her to pull her hand away. Instead, she wiped her palms on her jeans.

She had no idea where they were going or what kind of conditions to expect, so she went with a simple pair of jeans and a charcoal gray T-shirt with a V-neck. She stood at the edge of the hallway and checked herself in the mirror. She pushed her auburn hair back behind her ears. Her green eyes reflected her anticipation. Growing up she hated her light complexion and sprinkle of freckles, but now she appreciated the sun kisses from childhood.

The doorbell rang. She took a deep breath and reminded herself this wasn’t a date. Nothing to worry about.

She opened the door to find Tex in jeans like the ones she had on when they met. She was sure of that because that image had burned itself into her mind. More like seared its way, if she was being honest. The tight black Henley contrasted her tattoos where the sleeves were pushed up to her elbows. A twinge of disappointment ran through her mind. Tex’s tattoos intrigued her, and she was looking forward to seeing more of those hidden beneath her shirt. The fact all the buttons were undone helped end her disappointment. Tex might’ve possessed a tomboyish charm, but the exposed cleavage screamed she was proud of her curves too.

Kayce leaned against the doorway. “Any trouble finding me?”

Tex took a step closer and studied her. She felt a little uncomfortable, but then Tex smiled. “I couldn’t imagine I’d ever have trouble finding you.”

Kayce swallowed hard and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “Good. So, where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“It was a surprise yesterday. You still won’t tell me? Should I be worried?”

“No. You’re in very experienced and capable hands. I’ll take good care of you.” Tex made an invisible cross on her exposed chest, pushing the fabric further apart. “Cross my heart.”

Kayce’s gaze lingered on her cleavage long after Tex’s fingers had left their imaginary mark. “And I should just trust you, huh?”

Tex winked. “Of course.”

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Jenna thought she had everything under control, but it’s not long before she realizes it’s too much for her to handle. Not only does she have to deal with the tragedy of losing someone close, but the woman she loves played a role in it. Her career is also in jeopardy. Her life begins to unravel, chipping away at her relationship in the process.

Her future is questionable. While working through her grief, she distances herself from Kris. Amelia Davies returns, further complicating her life, but she’s not the only one who adds fuel to the fire. Two funerals, hospital bureaucracy, small town gossip, jealousy, turmoil within her family, and a new neighbor threaten everything she’s been working towards for the past three years. Will there be a wedding in her future…or will she spend her future reflecting back on what could have been?

Here’s a sneak peak….

Chapter One


Dr. Stevenson motioned for Jenna to join him in the hallway. She leaned down and kissed Kris on the forehead.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Detective Cavanaugh nodded his head at Jenna as she brushed past him. As soon as she was in the hallway, he entered the room and shut the door behind him. She didn’t like leaving Kris alone with him, but she didn’t have a choice. The look on Dr. Stevenson’s face solidified that sentiment.

“Dr. Harper, first I would like to say I’m happy to hear Kris is recovering nicely. From what I’ve heard, she is a lucky woman.”

“Thank you, Dr. Stevenson. She was lucky, and it looks like she’ll be going home soon.”

“Good. I’m glad to hear that. After all, she is in very capable hands.”

He looked down at the floor and scratched the back of his neck. Jenna waited for the other foot to drop. She knew there would be repercussions to her decision to perform Kris’s surgery. Different arguments to defend herself surfaced in her mind. She needed a guarded, but good explanation.

“I understand why you did it. Hell, I’m sure given the same circumstances, I would’ve done the same thing. Unfortunately, we have to open a disciplinary investigation into the situation and the events surrounding Kris’s surgery.”

“I understand. I’m not sorry, and I have no regrets.”

“Of course, but it’s strict procedure. Why don’t you take some time off? Spend it with Kris while she is recovering. I’ll let you know how we are going to proceed when I hear back from the committee.”

She wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t take the worry and fear out of the situation. Not knowing what Detective Cavanaugh was discussing with Kris didn’t help settle her nerves any either. She couldn’t hear any of their conversation through the door.

“Yes, I’ll take some time, but please do keep me informed about the proceedings. Kris and I technically aren’t family, and it was an emergency, and—”

He put his hand on Jenna’s shoulder. “Listen to me. I fought hard to get you this position, and I’m not ready to find your replacement. Let me handle this. Don’t worry. You just focus on Kris, and I’ll let you know if we need anything from you.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Go take care of Kris.”

He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze and then walked down the hallway. She knew it would more than likely blow over, but she was still on the defensive. There would be time to worry about that later. Now, she wanted to get back to Kris. As she put her hand on the door to push it, the detective opened it. He gave her a half smile and pushed past her without saying a word.

“Hey, hun, I’m back. What did Detective Cavanaugh want?”

“He just wanted to ask me a few questions and get my version of what happened.” Kris grabbed Jenna’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I know that look. There’s nothing to worry about. It was self-defense. Now, tell me, what did Dr. Stevenson want?”

“He said I should take some time off and take care of you.”

“Was he angry about you performing the surgery?”

“Well, he wasn’t thrilled about it. There will be an investigation by the hospital, but he told me not to worry.”

“But, yet, you look worried. I’m not convinced.”

Jenna kissed Kris’s forehead. “You know me. I worry about everything, but there’s nothing for you to worry about. You’re not family, and we weren’t engaged before the surgery. Besides, I was the most qualified surgeon available, but now someone else will take over your care.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay?”

Jenna turned to find a woman standing in the doorway.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” Kris asked.

“Allie called me. She said someone shot you. What happened? Who shot you?”

“Take a deep breath and calm down. I’m fine.” Kris still held Jenna’s hand. “Mom, this is Jenna.”

Jenna stood and cleared her throat. “Mrs. Fletcher, it’s nice to finally meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances.”

“Please, call me Evelyn or Eve.” She hugged Jenna. “You are even more beautiful in person. Roger and I have heard so much about you.”

“Thank you. Kris and I were planning to come down for a visit after Kim…” Jenna rubbed her forehead and took a step back. “Anyway, we’re happy you’re here now.”

Jenna felt uncomfortable. Kim was the one responsible for this woman almost losing her daughter. She kissed Kris on the cheek.

“I’m going to leave you two alone. I’m sure you have a lot of things to discuss.”

“You don’t have to go, hun.”

“I’ll be in my office. I have a few things I need to take care of. It was nice meeting you, Evelyn. I’ll see the two of you soon. I’ll be back in about an hour or so.”

Jenna left, shutting the door behind her. Hearing Kris recount the story of Kim and what happened wasn’t something she felt comfortable being around for.


Jenna entered her office and sank down into her chair. Her heart pounded and her eyes welled up. She leaned forward and ran her fingers over her temples. Everything had happened so fast, and for the first time she was alone with her thoughts and emotions. How could so much happen in only twenty-four hours?

Her own sister kidnapped her and shot three people. She almost killed Kris. She performed surgery on Kris not knowing for sure she could save her. Dr. Stevenson informed her of the disciplinary hearing, and she had proposed to Kris. She was now in the position of planning a wedding for herself and the funeral for her fiancee’s attacker. To top it off, she was meeting Kris’s mom for the first time. Great way to make a first impression.

She felt nauseous and couldn’t remember the last time she ate anything. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a granola bar. After one bite, she threw it down on her desk. Everything hit her like a ton of bricks all at once. She put her head down on her desk and closed her eyes. The stress had taken a toll on her physical and emotional wellbeing.


She shot back up and covered her hands with her face realizing what she needed to do next. She didn’t want to do it, but she had to. She pulled her cell phone out of her bag and dialed.


“Hi, Mom. Is Dad there?” Jenna knew they hadn’t heard the news yet.

“He’s in the basement. Is something wrong?”

“Can you get Dad? I need to tell you both something.”

“Jenna, what is it? Did something happen? Is Kim okay?”

“Get Dad, please.” Jenna’s voice crackled. Of course, she would assume something happened to Kim.


“Mom, listen to me. Get Dad now.”

Her mother shouted for her father without bothering to move the phone away. “Charlie, get up here now. Jenna is on the phone.” She heard him shout something back. “No, right now. Hurry up.”

Jenna looked around her office. She still hadn’t bothered hanging any pictures on the walls. Maybe she hadn’t bothered because she knew it was too good to be true. Despite Dr. Stevenson telling her not to worry, she felt uneasy about it. She would still do it again if she had to, but that didn’t make her worry any less about the outcome. The picture of her and Kim on the corner of the desk caused a lump to form in her throat. Just to the left of that picture, was a picture of her and Kris right after they had started dating. It was taken a few days after moving into the house before Kim had shown up. They were both so happy and oblivious to the evil storm that was brewing.

“Your father is here, and I put you on speakerphone. Now, tell us what’s going on.”

“Something bad happened. I didn’t want to tell you over the phone, but I don’t have a choice. Kim was…”

“Kim was what?” her father asked.

“Kim wasn’t the same Kim as before. The kidnapping changed her, made something inside her snap. She told me a few things about the people who took her. I don’t know how much of it was true, but I do know it was horrible enough to make her do things that the Kimmie we knew and loved would have never done.”

“Where is Kim now? You’re stalling. Tell us what happened. You’re scaring me and making me think the worst,” her mother said.

Jenna pulled the picture of her and Kim closer and studied it trying to see what she had missed. How could she have invited evil into her home and not know? Were there signs she overlooked?

“Dammit. What happened? Is Kim…is she…?”

“I’m sorry.” A lone tear ran down her cheek. “I’m so, so sorry. Yes…yes, she’s gone.”

The lump in her throat broke free and she choked on the sadness she had been holding back. Her shoulders slumped forward as she trembled and let her emotions take a hold of her. She could hear her parents sobbing through the phone. They sounded even more upset than they were after Kim’s kidnapping. At least then there was hope they might see her again. This news wasn’t the same. They were never going to see Kimmie again.

Her own sobs blended with those of her parents. She didn’t hold the tears back any longer. She cried along with them. She cried because she had lost Kim. She cried because she didn’t see what had happened to Kim and had failed to get her help. She cried because she almost lost Kris, and she cried because Kris was responsible for Kim’s death. She felt her own future was questionable.

Through the phone she heard a door slam. Her father had either retreated back down to the basement or he had left. Her mother didn’t bother to call after him. She wiped her eyes and waited for the barrage of questions and accusations to begin. It was no secret her parents didn’t like Kris, and this was not going to help smooth things over. Now was not the time to announce their engagement either.


“What happened? She’s really gone this time? Why?”

“She kidnapped me, and she shot three people. Kris almost died.”

Her mother sniffled and blew her nose. Jenna imagined her sitting there on the couch alone with a pile of tissues.

“What are you talking about? That doesn’t make sense. Why would she kidnap you?”

“I don’t know, but she did this morning. I don’t know if she was jealous of my life, but she was unstable. Those people who took her changed her. We thought she was the same gentle and loving Kim, but that was only what she wanted us to think.”

“If she had you, how did you get away?”

“She left me in a hotel room while she went back to my house. She pulled a gun on Kris. She shot our neighbor, Kris’s best friend, and Kris. I had to operate on Kris myself and now my career at the hospital is in jeopardy.”

“Kim is gone and you’re worried about your precious career? She was your sister, your twin. You sound like a selfish bitch right now. Do you even care that she’s gone, or are you happy now that she’s out of your life and you can move on?”

Jenna knew they wouldn’t take the news well, but she hadn’t anticipated her own mother attacking her. She opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t. Saying something she might regret later was more guilt she didn’t want to take on. She needed Kris right now to keep her calm like she always did. She picked up the picture of her and Kim and pulled her arm back over her shoulder prepared to throw it across the room, but she couldn’t. She placed it facedown on her desk and began pacing.

“How could you ask me that? I understand what you’re going through and that you’re hurt. You’re in shock, so I’ll try to forget you made that accusation.”

“If you’re waiting for an apology, you’re not getting one from me. Your father left, and I have no idea where he went. He probably went to the bar to start drinking again. He’s been sober for the past twenty-five years. She should have come home with us. She’d still be here. None of this would have ever happened.”

“You didn’t try to stop him? Look, Mom, I take some of the responsibility, but not all. Kim was not a bad person, but she wasn’t the same Kim we knew. She kidnapped me. Do you not care about that?”

“I don’t know what happened. All I know is that she is gone now. She was your responsibility since she was staying with you. She was too fragile and emotionally spent to realize what she was doing.”

Jenna ran her hand through her hair and bit her lip. She wanted to punch something, kick something, throw something. She was glad there was distance between the two of them right now because seeing the hurt on her mother’s face was more than she could take. Her mother wouldn’t try to hide the contempt she felt that it was Kim who was gone instead of her. Not that she wanted it to be Jenna, but that given the choice Jenna knew the answer.

“Not that you care, but I’m fine. You haven’t asked about Kris either. I almost lost her too, but she pulled through the surgery. Do you know what that was like? To hold her life in my hands? And by the way, the other two people Kim shot are going to be okay too.”

There was a click as her mother hung up on her. She knew she had pushed it too far, but she couldn’t control herself. She had always known where she stood with her parents, and this phone call with words that could never be taken back confirmed it.

Chapter Two


Jenna opened the door to their home with one hand while carrying Kris’s bags and supplies from the hospital in the other. It had taken a cleaning crew a few days to get it cleaned up. She also had someone install new hardwood floors in the living room. When Kris returned home, she didn’t want reminders of what happened the last time she was there. It wasn’t like Kris could ever forget it, but she didn’t need to see any remembrance of Kim. She sat the bags down on the floor inside the door and guided Kris to the couch.

“Come sit down. I don’t want you lifting a finger to do anything. Doctor’s orders.”

“I seem to remember telling you the same thing last year. I also remember you not listening to me.”

“True, but mine was just my knee.”

Kris sat down on the couch and Jenna watched her look around the room. She sensed what Kris was thinking. She clenched her jaw. How did she think Kris was going to react to returning home? Lucky for her, Jax distracted Kris by jumping on the couch and showering her with kisses.

“Easy boy,” Jenna said trying hard to hold him back from hurting Kris.

“Where should I put my bags?” Evelyn asked.

“I’ll take those,” Jenna said.

She grabbed the bags from Evelyn and started up the stairs.

“You’re not…she’s not going to stay…” Kris stammered.

“No, hun. I made up the other bedroom.”

At the top of the stairs, Jenna turned to see Evelyn join Kris on the couch. Another houseguest was not how Jenna had planned on spending her time off with Kris, but maybe it would be a good distraction. Kris’s father had returned home that morning. Anything was worth taking Kris’s mind off of Kim. She placed Evelyn’s bags down on the bed and left leaving the door open.

Walking past Kim’s door, she paused and thought more about attending Kim’s funeral. Her mother wanted her there to keep up family appearances, but she wasn’t sure about how she felt. Because she was unsure of her decision, she hadn’t mentioned it to Kris yet. Part of her wanted to go because Kim was her sister, but the other part of her didn’t want to go because of what she did to Kris. Conflict consumed her mind battling between mourning the old Kim and hating the new Kim. She had not brought up the discussion to Kris yet. Why bother until she made up her mind about what she wanted to do? With Evelyn around, she didn’t have that much time alone with Kris. Now that Kris was home, she would at least get her alone after going to bed.

“Jenna? Are you coming back down?” Kris asked.

“Yes, hun. I’ll be right there.”

Jenna dabbed her eyes with her shirt sleeve. She didn’t realize she had been crying.

Downstairs, she sat in the chair across from Evelyn and Kris. She purchased new furniture, but lacking imagination had arranged it in the same order. For some reason, it had only become clear to her now sitting in the same position Kim sat when she pulled the gun on Kris.

“I love what the two of you have done with this room,” Evelyn said.

“Well, Jenna did all this. We used to have a tan couch and a cream-colored chair where Jenna is sitting before…”

Evelyn put her hand over her mouth. “Is this…is this where you were…?”

Kris nodded and looked down at the floor in front of her. It was the spot where her blood had mixed with Kim’s. The same area Jenna had cleaned herself while crying and screaming, trying to make sense of what had happened. She could buy new furniture and floors, but nothing could cover the violence and shame that she wanted to hide.

Jenna wanted to comfort Kris, but it was Evelyn who put her arm around Kris and kissed her temple. She felt helpless. She purchased things to keep Kris from thinking back to that day, but she neglected to consider Kris’s reaction to being back home in that room.

Dammit, the bed. I forgot about our bed where Kim tricked her.

“Jenna, are you okay?” Kris asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. What do you want for dinner? If you miss the hospital food, I can always run over and bring some back for you.”

“Definitely not. What would you like, Mom?”

“What if I make dinner? I could make your favorite.”

“Really? Chicken parmesan with rotini noodles?”

“Of course, anything for my baby.”

“I’m not a baby any more, Mom.”

“You’ll always be my baby. Just give me directions to the store, and I’ll pick up the ingredients.”

“Make a list. Jenna can pick everything up.” Kris looked over at Jenna. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not. I’ll go get a pen and paper.”

She walked to the front door and rummaged through her bag. Kris’s wrist band from the hospital laid on top. Her fingers brushed over the letters before pushing it to the side.

“Write down what you need, and I’ll do my best. I need to pick up a few things anyway.”

She placed her hands on Kris’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. Evelyn didn’t seem to mind them displaying their affection in front of her. Kris squeezed her right hand and kissed it.

Evelyn handed the paper and pen back to Jenna. “Are you sure you don’t mind, dear?”

“No problem, Mrs. Fletcher, I mean Evelyn. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She stepped around to the side and gave Kris a soft kiss on the lips. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I love you.”

“Love you too.”



She turned around to find Danni in line behind her at the store.

“Hi, Danni. Thank you for the flowers you sent Kris. She loved them.”

“You’re welcome. How is she? Allie said she was coming home today.”

“She’s doing really well. She’s at home now with Evelyn.”

“Evelyn? I assumed she left today with Roger.”

“No, she’s staying with us for a little while. I think Kris likes having her there. I don’t mind as long as she makes Kris happy.”

“She doesn’t have to go back to work?”

“She used to teach, but she took time off when Kris was born and never went back. Roger makes a pretty good income. He owns a few car dealerships.”

“Oh, well, how is Kris dealing with everything that happened? Has she talked about it?”

“I can’t get her alone. I thought we could talk once I got her home and her parents left, but now….” She shrugged her shoulders.

Danni put her hand on Jenna’s shoulder. “I’m sure the right time will come up. How are you? Since you haven’t had a chance to talk to Kris, have you talked to anyone about it?”

Jenna bit her tongue and clenched her jaw. She knew once she opened up, she would be a mess. She shook her head and tried to focus on the four people ahead of her in line.

“Jenna, you have to talk to someone. I’m always available. You can talk to me. I promise whatever you say will stay between us. Allie is Kris’s best friend, but I don’t want you to hold back because of that. Okay?”

“Thanks. I haven’t made any friends of my own since moving here, and I don’t feel like I can talk to Kris about everything I’m feeling. I’m not even sure myself what I’m feeling. I have mixed feelings about so many different things.”

Danni squeezed her shoulder. “You can’t keep this bottled up. There’s a lot of stress in your life right now. Your job, Kris, Kim, Kris’s mother. Talk to me or someone, anyone.”

“Thanks again, maybe I’ll give you a call later.”

She moved forward and placed her basket on the conveyer belt. She knew Danni was right. She felt like she was going to explode if she didn’t tell someone how she felt. Her mom was out of the question, and Kris was too close to the situation. She stared at the basket as the conveyer belt crawled towards the cashier. She didn’t realize she was next. She moved forward and smiled at the cashier, but the teenage girl looked down without returning the smile.

“Oh, congratulations on the engagement. I haven’t seen you since I heard the good news,” Danni said.

“Thank you. Kris and I haven’t had much chance to talk about it ourselves.”

“Had you been planning on proposing for a while?”

The cashier mumbled something under her breath and stared at her funny. It dawned on her that everyone in town must’ve heard about what happened by now. With Kim causing the scandal that rocked the small town, she knew the stares and whispers were something she’d have to get used to. It didn’t help that Kim was her identical twin.

“Of course, I had thought about it for a while. I came across the ring when I was shopping for earrings for Kris, but the proposal was spontaneous.”

“Do you want plastic bags or do you have your own?” the cashier asked.

Jenna handed her the canvas bags she had been holding. The cashier rolled her eyes and grabbed them from her like it was a huge inconvenience.

“So, the two of you haven’t set a date yet?” Danni asked.

“No. If I didn’t see the ring on her finger, I would start to doubt if it ever really happened.”

She was trying to joke even though deep down she meant it. The look on Danni’s face proved the attempt was an unsuccessful one. She ran her credit card through the machine and studied the buttons trying to avoid Danni’s concerned look. The cashier handed her the receipt without any small talk. She grabbed the handles of the bags balancing the weight in both hands.

“It was good seeing you, Danni. I just might give you a call some time. You might regret the offer.”

“No problem. I hope to hear from you soon. Tell Kris I said hello.”

“I will. Tell Allie the same for me. Bye.”

She turned on her heels gripping the bags in her hands. The weight of them digging the handles into her hands, but that didn’t bother her as much as the confusion and turmoil eating away inside of her.


“Dinner was delicious. Your mom is a great cook.” Jenna helped Kris get settled into bed and pulled the covers up around her.

“I miss her cooking. It’s nice having her here right now.” Kris kissed Jenna’s hand. “You don’t mind that she’s here, do you?”

“I just want you to be happy. If her being here makes you happy, then I’m happy. If she stresses you out, I’ll give her the boot.”

“Aww, you’d do that for me? You’re so sweet.” Kris laughed.

“I’d do anything for you.”

“Mom has started planning the wedding. She’s made a list of who to invite. She’s told all her friends already. I can’t tell you how many people she made me talk to while you were at the store today.”

“So, you’ve discussed the wedding with her?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, we haven’t discussed anything about it since I proposed. I ran into Danni at the store today. She congratulated us and asked if we had made any plans yet. I told her no, but I guess the correct thing was that we hadn’t, but you and your mother have.”

“Jenna, what’s wrong? I didn’t know you would react this way. I’m sorry, we didn’t…I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Jenna sat back in the bed and put her hands over her face. She didn’t want to start an argument Kris’s first night back. Why did I say anything?

“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap like that. I don’t want to cause you more stress. I don’t care if you and your mom discuss plans.”

“Seeing you upset is what causes me stress. I don’t want you trying to protect me. We’re partners in this and everything. If something affects you, it affects me too. Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

She turned onto her side to face Kris. It hurt her to see the worry and panic on Kris’s face. Since they were having a serious discussion now, she felt she might as well tell her everything.

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Marriage Equality In All 50 States

For those who have a problem with yesterday’s decision by the supreme court to grant same-sex couples the opportunity to marry in all 50 states, I ask you to think about why you feel that way. If it is because of your religious beliefs of what marriage should be, look at your own. If you’re happy, then congratulations because a happy and successful marriage is hard work. If it’s because you think same-sex couples are committing a sin, can you honestly say you have not committed any sins yourself? I don’t think my marriage is a sin in the first place, but some do.

To me, yesterday’s historical vote granted rights to same-sex couples in every state of the United States. These were not special rights for a select group of people, these were equal rights that had been denied. Rights that straight married couples never had to worry about; over 1138 rights, benefits, protections, and responsibilities for same-sex couples and their children.  Now, same-sex couples can get married in any state without having to travel to do it.

It’s not about being liberal versus conservative either. I don’t share the same views as some liberals on gun control, and not all conservatives are homophobic.

Did you wake up today with your life being affected in any way by this decision that was different from when you woke up yesterday? No, because this isn’t about you if you haven’t been denied the right to marry. For those of us it did affect, we awakened to the first day in history we have equal rights that aren’t dependent on who we love or based on our location. We now no longer have to choose where to live based on which states are governed by homophobia. Look at the word “homophobia.” Phobia means fear. What are you afraid of? Who we love has no impact on your life, just as who you chose to marry has not impact on ours. In college, I signed up for the Bone Marrow Registry. Ten years later, I was a match to someone. No one asked me about my sexual orientation, because it didn’t matter. When it comes down to it, It Does Not Matter. I donated, and thankfully it was successful. I’ve seen people change after learning about my wife and I. It didn’t make them gay, rather it made them more accepting and willing to let go of their misconceptions of same-sex couples. I hope we can change a few more minds.



Bird Suet From Scratch

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Bird Suet Cage

Missy and I love watching the birds that fill our backyard. One thing we didn’t like was paying the hefty price tag of the bird suet cakes, especially for the squirrel-proof suet cakes. We use a recipe that is much more affordable and easy to make. We wanted to share it. Sit back and watch the birds enjoy!

1 cup of crunchy peanut butter
1 cup of lard
2 cups of quick cook oats
2 cups of corn meal
1 cup of flour
1/3 cup of sugar
2 tablespoons of ground cayenne red pepper

Medium-sized microwave safe bowl
2 measuring cups (1 for the dry ingredients and a separate 1 for the wet ingredients)
2 tablespoons
2 containers to store your suet (we use ziplock containers)
Suet cage to hang outside

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Peanut Butter And Lard

Melt the peanut butter and lard in the microwave in a microwave safe bowl for 1 minute. Add the remaining ingredients and allow to cool before shaping them and dividing them into your containers.

As a side note you can also use plain bread crumbs, left over bread, etc., just leave off the quick oats and you are all set.

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Suet Container

We usually feed the birds twice a day and place the suet in the suet cage. We like to put out a little twice a day to make sure they finish it before the evening since we don’t want to encourage any bears. The hot cayenne red pepper has helped keep the majority of the pesky squirrels off of the suet to allow the birds to enjoy their feast. The squirrels still manage to eat the seed from the bird feeder, but that is a whole other issue!




Snowmageddon 2015

The Calm Before The Storm

The Calm Before The Storm

Snowmageddon 2015 has come and gone…or has it? At our house, it came and never left. We received almost 31 inches during that storm, an additional 2 feet the next week, a few more inches here and there, and we are preparing for another 2 feet over the next 36 hours. Really Mother Nature? Can you give New England a break? Southern New Hampshire, where we live, has really been hit hard these past few weeks. How is it that the snow plows always know when we have just finished shoveling? The snow plow wall at the end of our driveway was above our waists for the major blizzard we had that started all this.

Waist Deep Snow

Waist-Deep Snow

Since then, the snow banks have taken over our yard and are over 6-7 feet in some places already…so where are we going to put an additional 2 feet? A lot of it is fine powder, so it blows right back at your face and into the driveway and sidewalk or tumbles down the walls of the snow banks like an avalanche. I know, I know, blow the snow in the direction the wind is blowing, not against it. Problem is that puts me blowing in the direction of a tiny strip of land that sits between our driveway and our neighbor’s driveway.  Lesson learned – for the next house figure out which direction the wind blows and never, ever buy a house on the side that has a sidewalk if you can help it!  Or….just move south!

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Sexual Orientation Labels

Forget Labels

Forget Labels

Labels don’t define who you are. Males and females are not labels, they are people. Lesbian, gay, straight, bisexual, transgender, etc., are all labels placed upon us by those trying to define who we are. It makes some people comfortable to classify others into nice, neat little packages, aka stereotypes.

We label things in our day-to-day life to organize and keep things separate. Is that what we want? Do we want to be classified and separated from each other by labels? Those of us within these “labels” are guilty of it also. How many times have you heard from someone who is gay or straight that there is no such thing as being a bisexual? Why do we continue to perpetuate these labels amongst ourselves? Sure, you may not understand one label versus the others, but that only means whatever that label means to you is not something you want for yourself.

I’ve heard from some people that they are confused. They feel forced to choose a label to describe who they are. They look for things that they do and try and see how those things fit into the stereotypical categories, thinking whichever category has the most things in common with them is where they belong.

It’s not about what you do, how you act, or what you wear; it’s about who you want to do those things with, who you want to live with, who you want to be with and love. Look to others for advice, not for a definition of who you are. No one can tell you who you should love, that’s up to you. Maybe, for you that depends on the person, for others it depends on the gender.

The point is, you have to decide who you are and not worry about labels. Worrying about labels and what they mean is a distraction from becoming who you want to be. Bullies and some adults use labels as a tactic to demoralize those who are different from them. They react to that difference as fear. People fear the unknown and unfamiliar. That’s why it is so important for you and everyone else to be who they are and embrace it so it becomes more familiar. You can’t change everyone’s mind, but you just might make a difference in the life of someone who is standing in the same self-doubt and confusion you have experienced before.  We are all constantly evolving, exploring, learning new things.

Be who you are, screw labels, and let everyone else deal with it. Go live your life!

Missy Redstone


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Cynthia is surprised when a very young Mrs. Claus (aka Tricia) shows up at her door unannounced with her bag of tricks. Tricia is determined to make this one Christmas Eve Cynthia will never forget. What happens when Tricia tries her best to entice the Cougar to play?

Cynthia picked up her ringing cellphone from the table. She knew it was her girlfriends begging her to join them for a fun night out on the town, but she wasn’t ready to let go of the past just yet. “Hello?”

“Cynthia, is that you?”

“Yes, Linda, it’s me. I can hardly hear you. Speak up. Are you drunk? Where are you?”

“Sorry, the music is loud. Are you coming out tonight to join us?”

“No, I really don’t feel like it. I’m not really in the partying mood.”

“We really want you to come out with us and have some fun. It’s been way too long since you let loose and hung out with us.”

“Nah, I’m good. You ladies have fun.”

“Are you sure? There are some hot young naughty girls that would love to dance and party with you.”

“Yeah right, I’m sure they are all lined up to meet me.”

“Well, suit yourself. Merry Christmas, Cynthia. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Merry Christmas to you too. Say hi to the ladies for me.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Bye, bye.”

Cynthia was stuck in the past and not ready to date or begin another relationship. Her ex-girlfriend, Sue, broke her heart when she decided to cheat on her with a younger woman in her early twenties, and it devastated Cynthia. They had been together six years. She knew she needed to get out and get on with her life, but she was so fearful of rejection and getting hurt again. She decided the best way to handle things was just to avoid all social situations and work on herself and focus on the positive, at least that was what her therapist told her.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Linda. “Donna just hooked up with a young hottie. We are definitely the cougars in here!

Cynthia responded, “Ha, ha.” She sighed and threw the phone down on the couch. She got up and slipped into a tank top and cut-off shorts and grabbed a water bottle out of the refrigerator on her way back to the living room. This was her comfort zone, and she was fine staying right here. She was going to keep her mind focused on staying strong on the outside even if she was a thirty-nine-year-old mess on the inside.

She placed her weightlifting DVD in the player and hit the play button, but was interrupted by the door bell. “Damn it, Linda. Is that you? I told you I’m not going out tonight.” Cynthia jerked the door wide open and her pissed off flushed face turned into a wide-eyed puzzled stare. “Who the hell are you?”

Cynthia was faced with the most gorgeous, sexy, brunette woman she had ever seen. She bit her lip and blushed at the site of beautiful full red lips, ocean-blue eyes, and long flowing locks of warm brunette bliss. Her eyes drifted down to the voluptuous cleavage encased in a red push-up bra. She realized the woman was wearing a sexy one-piece red satin coat trimmed in white fur that looked like a Mrs. Claus outfit.

“Wow, that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for,” the stranger said. The sexy woman looked to be in her late teens to early twenties at most, young enough to get carded at any bar.


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Through a chance encounter, Catie runs into Denise, the older woman who took care of her twenty years ago. Denise was her first crush, the one Catie never got over. Could this be Catie’s opportunity to learn a thing or two from the cougar? It all unfolds in the garage where the two women give in to their undeniable attraction in this steamy, hot lesbian erotica.

Catie pulled into her mother’s driveway, and cursed when she saw an unfamiliar blue sedan parked beside her mother’s car. She had rearranged her day to help her mother organize her garage, so why in the hell did her mother invite company over to slow things down? Her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip as she shook her head. Her face flushed and she pounded the steering wheel. How could her mother invite someone over when she had taken time out to do her a favor? Catie took a few deep breaths in and out to calm herself down before heading inside. She was already here, so she at least owed her mother that much. She slammed her car door and armed her car. She hoped that the obnoxious noise of her car horn would embarrass her mother and end the conversation with her visitor.

Catie reached the bottom step when her mother threw open the front door. “Catie, you’re here early. What a nice surprise.” She put her arm around Catie giving her a hug. Her cheek felt the warmth of Catie’s temper tantrum. She put the back of her hand up to Catie’s forehead. “Do you feel okay? You feel warm, baby.”

Catie’s head was going to explode. She took another deep breath. “I’m okay. I told you I was coming by around eleven to eleven thirty this morning to help you out.” She glared at her mother with one eyebrow raised and chewed her lip wanting to know who the visitor was.

“Oh, you’re right. I must’ve lost track of time. Well I’m glad you’re here now.”

“I’m fine, Mom. Who’s car is…?” Before she had a chance to finish her thoughts, out came a gorgeous woman with electrifying blonde hair and deep dark brown eyes. Her long flowing hair was pulled back into ponytail. She looked to be somewhere between her and her mother’s age, possibly pushing 40. She was beautiful and sexy, but she looked familiar. Catie’s thoughts turned from fantasy to confused as she pondered who the woman was and what she was doing here. What the hell are you doing with my mother? I can find so many ways to keep you entertained.

Catie’s pulse raced at the sight of the vixen with full sexy lips begging to be kissed and sucked. She couldn’t help but let her eyes drift down to the tight-fitting cranberry sweater that did little to hide the voluptuous curves beneath it. Catie’s gaze lowered further taking in her curvaceous hips hugged by a seductive black leather skirt. Catie was captivated by her beauty whoever she was. She pictured undressing the stranger and having her way with her. The air was cool, but she was burning up with desire.

“Catie, honey. You remember Denise, don’t you?” her mother asked.

At the sound of her name, Catie’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Perspiration trickled down the small of her back. Flashbacks of her sexy babysitter, her first crush, when she was eight years old overtook her consciousness. Denise reinforced for Catie that she would never like boys. She also remembered Denise’s girlfriend and the things she watched them do to each other when they thought she had went to bed. Damn, Denise was even hotter than she remembered and sexier than she could have ever imagined. She aged well…very, very well. This wasn’t really the ideal place for the type of reunion Catie wanted.



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In Book Two of the Green With Desire series, the escalation of sexual tension in Book One comes to a peak as you meet your crush for the first time. Your secret admirer arrives at your place ready and eager to finally make her fantasies become a reality. The night unfolds into a display of pure raw passion and lust as the two of you discover how to satisfy each other in ways you never knew possible. The chemistry is instant and the attraction is intense in this hot lesbian short story where you are the center of attention.

Can you handle it? Will this be a one-night stand or something more?

I still can’t believe this is happening. We are going to meet. You have no idea how nervous I am. There has been so much anticipation and build up. The chemistry I felt between us when you came up behind me today was electrifying. Feeling your breath against my neck made it hard for me to concentrate on my on breathing. Who has to remind themselves to breathe? The way my body responded to you being close was like nothing I have ever experienced before. I couldn’t get any work done today. I was too busy thinking about tonight.

I knocked on your door at seven sharp. I didn’t want to arrive too early and I didn’t want to be late either, so I went for punctual. Standing outside your door, I second-guessed my outfit. After going through everything in my closet and trying everything on several times, I settled on a black miniskirt that fit me perfectly and a black loose fitting crop top with spaghetti straps. It’s what I like to call classy with a hint of sexiness. I knocked on your door and cursed as the strap on my arm slipped down for the hundredth time.

I stood back and was busy pulling the strap back up onto my shoulder when I heard the door open. You must have been waiting for me because I literally only had time to count to three before I looked up to see you standing in the doorway. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Your eyes followed my hand as I nudged the stubborn spaghetti strap back in place on my shoulder. I watched as your eyes followed the natural curve of my collarbone and across my chest. Your gaze lingered on my breasts before dipping to the thin strip of my exposed abdomen between the top of my skirt and the bottom of my top. I shifted as your eyes lowered further to take in my miniskirt. I won’t lie, I flexed the muscles in my legs as I changed my position just to give you something else to stare at.

“Hi, I’m Kylie,” I say. I can’t believe I managed to string a few words together without my voice crackling.

Your gaze snaps back up to my face, and I see that trademark smile of yours. “Kylie? That’s much better than the nickname I had given you. Come in, Kylie.”

I cross the threshold hoping to leave my nerves outside, but no such luck. “Nickname, huh? What’s my nickname?”

You close the door and lean back against it with your hands behind your back. “Hmm. I don’t think I should tell you.”

“Okay. You don’t have to tell me now, but I’ll get it out of you sooner or later.” My heart pounds seeing you standing before me with your shoulders supporting yourself against the door. Is that an invitation, I wonder. You are wearing jeans and a white button up blouse just like you were in the dream I told you about. The sleeves are loosely rolled back midway up your forearms. “So, will you at least tell me your name?”

Propelling yourself away from the door you open your mouth to say something, but you tighten your lips instead and shake your head. “Tell you what, would you like me to tell you the nickname I gave you or would you rather me tell you my name?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. I’d rather know your name. I want to know everything about you. Like I said before, I’ll find out the nickname one way or the other.”

“Really? You sound pretty confident about that.”

“I know you’ll tell me. In fact, I’m willing to bet you will tell me before this night is over.”

You squint your eyes at me and tilt your head to the side like you’re contemplating something. You begin slowly walking towards me like a cat about to pounce on its prey. I hold my breath not knowing what is going to happen next. Disappointment washes over me as you walk past me brushing against my shoulder. I expected more contact. I needed more contact. Just as I was about to turn to follow you, you turned back towards me and whispered your name in my ear and walked off.

I followed behind you taking in the sight of your ass in those jeans. My mind flashed through all the times I had seen you before, but I couldn’t remember seeing them before. Come to think of it, I don’t remember seeing that shirt before either. “Did you buy that outfit for me?”

You push your sleeves up further as you lean over to stir something in a pot on the stove ignoring my question. I came up behind you to see what you were cooking. It smelled delicious and threatened to make my stomach growl. I placed my hands on your hips and peeked over your shoulder. My cheek brushed against your ear. “Mmm, looks delicious.” I purred in your ear. I felt you take in a deep breath and push against me slightly.

“I hope you like spaghetti.”

“I love to eat anything Italian. Are you Italian?”

You turn around to face me and I leave my hands resting loosely on your hips. “Did you really just say that?” You lowered your head and laughed.



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