Update

Is Maverick Donahue with his black hair, brown eyes, and dimples the answer to Finley's crippling anxiety?

Can the best baseball player this season coax his Rapunzel out of her tower?

I'm back on the keyboard typing out Maverick and Finley's story. Stay tuned for updates on the newest book in my Fairy Tales Series, Stolen Dreams.

Scene from Stolen Dreams

Happy Monday! Check out the scene from my upcoming book, Stolen Dreams. 

“Son, why are you skulking outside my office?” 

Maverick sighed as he walked into Finnegan ‘Finn’ Kincade’s office. His all-time favorite baseball player. 

And his mentor. 

This man helped him while he was still in high school. The legend thought he had potential in the majors, and he planned to show the world the “Flying Finn” wasn’t wrong about a kid from Michigan. 

“Are you busy?” Maverick asked as he sat in one of the office chairs in front of the massive desk. 

World Series baseballs lined the desk with a miniature wooden bat with the “Flying Finn” etched in black. There was one of those in his house. It was one of the few gifts his parents could afford for him. It was in a prized location under a glass case. It was more protected than the one he stared at on the desk, but who would steal from Finn? 

“Fine time to ask me when you took it upon yourself to walk in,” Finn said as he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk. “But no, I’m not busy. I just finished another interview about my missing daughter. Every year it’s the same dog and pony show, but I still hope she’ll be found.” 

Maverick nodded. He knew what today was. 

The anniversary of the kidnapping of baseball royalty. It must suck to watch your wife give birth to your daughter only to be told someone stole her from the hospital. Who stole babies? Most people were trying to dump them, not steal them from nurses and hospitals. 

He remembered seeing her face on milk cartoons. 

Snippet

Since the edits and re-release of Cursed Soldier are complete, I've shifted back to Book 15: Stolen Dreams. Here is a small snippet from my upcoming book. 

She continued reading it and wondered when her mother would call her. Amy Dallas still hated baseball and the fact that her daughter loved it. All the lectures growing up about watching those men on the field were burned into her memory. 

Not just burned into her memory but the underside of her arm. Her mother forgot about the cigarette and burned her arm. She remembered the pain and her mother’s screams that it was Finley’s fault. The smoke caused her to cough until she had to stumble into her room for her inhaler. Unfortunately, it wasn’t her only burn mark. 

Her mother continued screaming at her for loving baseball. The men would take the women and use them for whatever they wanted, then toss them to the side. Amy wanted to know why her daughter would want that. 

She remembered gasping on the floor. Her arm and lungs burning. She cried as her mother slammed the door. It had been a while before she stood up and climbed into bed. She remembered setting her glasses on her bedside table. The tape had caught in her hair, but it was normal. Everything was blurry, but that was normal too. She’d needed new glasses for a few years now. Pulling the blanket up, the smell of smoke made her eyes water as she closed them. One thought ran through her mind. 

Why did her mother hate her? 

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Being Inspired!

Being inspired for my next book, Stolen Dreams. Finely isn't ready for Maverick (her favorite active player) to enter her life. 

10th Anniversary

"He would travel back to the place that had started it all. He would go back to that little town in Pennsylvania called Gettysburg, and face his demons head on for the first time since the Battle of Gettysburg." 

It's been ten years since I first typed those words for my first book Cursed Soldier. For the 10th anniversary, I decided that it was time for some tweaks and a few edits. I'm also creating a hardcover through Amazon with a brand new cover. 

I can't wait to share the new cover with everyone in the coming weeks. The cover will feature one of my photos from my first visit to Gettysburg just as the original does. 

Stolen Dreams Scene

So it's been a little while, so here's a scene between Maverick and his sisters and mother. 

“Who’s the girl who doesn’t want to date you?” Isabella asked. 

“I can’t even walk through the door before the questions start?” he asked as he looked at his sisters. 

“We’ve just never heard of a woman turning you down,” Edith said. 

“It’s pretty funny,” Margaret said. 

“Girls, let your brother at least sit down before you throw all these questions at him,” his mother said as she kissed his cheek. 

“But you want to know who she is. We heard you tell Aunt Amanda,” Margaret said. 

“You three know not to listen to adult conversations,” their mother said. 

“We are sixteen,” Isabella said. 

“If you can’t legally vote or join the military then you’re not an adult,” he said. “Those are the rules.” 

“Eh, some countries allow children to fight,” Edith said as she leaned against the counter. 

“Not the time for a history lesson, Edee,” Isabella said. 

“It wasn’t a lesson, just a fact,” Margaret said. “Chill.” 

Always the peacekeeper between Edee and Isabella, but Margaret had her bite as well. 

“Girls,” their mother warned. 

Maverick sighed. His sisters were a handful, but their mother handled them with ease. 

“Who knew your girls would be your biggest worry,” he said. 

“Son, I remember your teenage years. The girls are a breeze compared to you. I blame all my gray hair on you,” she said. “Now, sit. I want to hear about the winner and her reasons for turning you down.” 

“I came over here to escape the questions,” he said as he sat at the kitchen table. “And you don’t have gray hair.” 

“At least we don’t run to the press with your answers,” Isabella said. “Momma dyes her hair. So, what’s her name?” 

“Finley Dallas,” he said. 

“That’s a pretty name,” his mother said. 

“I bet she’s a blonde,” Margaret said. 

“Big brother does like blondes,” Edee said. “What color are her eyes?” 

“I’ve met her one time,” he said. 

“So,” Isabella said with a shrug. “You notice women’s eye color.” 

“What?” he asked. “How do you know that?” 

“You’re an eye and butt man,” Edee said as she opened the fridge. 

“Sometimes, you girls scare me,” he said. “But to answer your question, she has green eyes.” 

“Hmm,” Margaret said, tapping her chin. “She sounds pretty. No wonder she doesn’t want to date you. She’s a ten and you’re not.” 

“I’m not a ten?” he asked. 

His sisters were ruthless. 

“A solid eight, if pressed,” Isabella said. “Although, our friends think you're hot.” 

“Oh yeah, my sisters’ teenage friends think I’m hot. That doesn’t sound like jail time for me,” he said. 

“As long as you don’t come near them, they can think what they want,” Isabella said. “No matter how wrong they are of your level of hotness.” 

“Gross,” Margaret said, shaking her head.