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Keith Simms was the type of person people gravitated towards. Perhaps it was his chosen profession of advertising sales that caused him to be so outgoing and friendly. He had prided himself on being an honest, hard-working man whose integrity was more important then making sales. He believed in the goodness of people and it reflected in his face, his expressions, his body language and even in his voice.
The change to him was sudden, shocking, but not unexpected.
Tamara Simms made a stop at a convenience store on her way home from work. The weather was clear, the wind was cool on her skin, and the sun had just set. She needed to top off her tank, pick up a roll of paper towels, and get home in time to bake some Stromboli and get Keith and Ricky (their little boy) ready for the road trip they had scheduled for the next day.
The first shot rang out and hit her clavicle with enough force to spin her around. The items she was carrying strewn about, the second shot struck her at the base of her neck, disconnecting her spinal cord from her brain.
She was dead before she hit the floor.
The robber was a rookie, a 19 year-old kid trying to feed a heroin addiction. He was so wired, when she walked around the corner of the aisle, she startled him and he reacted on impulse. The result was the death of Keith Simms’ beautiful wife.
The killer had taken his eyes off of the clerk and by the time he fired his shot from the .44 Magnum hidden under the counter, it was just too late. It became too late for the killer as well. The clerk shot and his his mark, the left temporal lobe. Instantly dead.
Keith’s mourning had turned into full blown alcoholism and a lack of concern for anyone or anything, except for his sorrowful moments concerning his son, Ricky.
It had been difficult and almost killed him, leaving Ricky without a mother and in reality without a father too.
At the lowest point in his life, in stepped someone new, an angel. She despised Keith at first, but would she have the strength and patience to save him and his son from a fate worse than death? Would her love and adoration for a small innocent boy withstand the shrapnel from his self-destructive father? Will he wake up long enough to see the value of the gift he had been given?
She would either be his redemption, or his destruction…
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Kim Byrd has spent her young life chasing a dream. To be the best driver on the NASCAR circuit and win the Sprint Cup. She wasn’t about to let gender get in her way. With a network of support behind her Kim joins Terrebonne Motorsports as she moves closer to realizing her dream. Another family awaits Kim at the track in her crew of mechanics, which includes Petty Lotempeo. The two women clash but their team manager finds a way to create harmony between these two strong-willed women. Kim takes Petty driving to teach her what it feels like to be in a high performance vehicle. Petty is a lesbian and makes no excuses about it. Kim discovers that her feelings for men have never been genuine. They find common ground at the track and passion beyond. The Sprint Cup and their happiness together is within reach. Will they grasp it? >> read for free lesbian romance kindle unlimited
Monkey Screams thrusts the horrors, the idiosyncrasies, the fallacies of the War in Vietnam into the vividly personal reactions of participants whose fears, accomplishments and shame burst forth in descriptions that surpass journalism or propaganda. They are both confessions and recriminations, yearnings for home and struggles to make sense out of the senseless. In similar fashion the second section of these poetical narratives reflects the anxieties, conflicts, resolutions of the succeeding generation: life as it is contrasted with what life could or should be. Telephone linemen, football coaches, foreign-born account clerks wrestle limitations imposed by laws and society, proud of their achievements yet poignantly aware of what is missing in their lives.
The third and final section pushes into the present through the eyes, thoughts and imaginings of a journalist nearing the end of his career. Poems of acceptance, of remembrance, little details of life that never important before become planks between acceptance and eternity. Facts give way to dreams and dreams to definition of what his life has been and why. The factual world—lentil soup, the cat asleep—offsets perceptions of monstrous fish, a boyhood unicorn that only he could see as he experiences existence beyond that apparent to routines of daily life.
In Vietnam, the silence that followed battle was eerie, frightening, until the sounds of the jungle resumed—the monkey screams as one G.I. describes it. But the normal to which it returned was itself surreal, something to be apprehended intuitively, not understood by superficial observation. Throughout this book the intuitive pierces the commonplace, transforming the ordinary into something feared, loved, shared.
Divided into three parts, Michael Trocchia’s debut collection of verse is a lyric study on the forms of fate, a haunting discourse on the linguistic fractures between one’s self and substance, and a set of shimmering images and meditations on the constant “guesswork” of understanding the world within us and beyond. The immediacy and sonic play of these poems are met by what is their gravity of thought and, in some, their philosophic irony. Attending to both the magic and logic of our language, Trocchia’s poetry draws the two together, renewing the wonder of existence with greater clarity.
A clean & wholesome romance. Genevieve is waiting for Ryan to meet her in the park on the old, stone bench. Then Holly arrives and throws Genevieve into doubt and uncertainty about her relationship with Ryan, testing her love and trust.
Terry Atkinson writes pure fiction romances, but her readers often comment that there are many self-help lessons to be learned in her books about love, romance and life. If you need a boost to give you motivation to weather the storms of life and relationships, treat yourself to this short read.
As Dewbridge High’s new quarterback, Devin Gibson finds himself the most popular boy in school. His senior year should be the highlight of his life, but his home life is anything but stellar. A transfer student, Dakota Hall, finds herself in another small southern town moved once again by her gypsy parents. Home is a foreign term she’s not familiar with until she finds herself face to face with the boy that may change that forever. Will their paths lead them to the happiness they both deserve or is fairy tales and happily ever afters just a myth?
If it weren’t for the suit, Marcus would have assumed Vincent Augustine was a viking kingMarcus Smith didn’t know if his billionaire boss Vincent Augustine was crazy or brilliant, but he was paid enough that he didn’t care. Whatever crazy situation Mr. Augustine wanted to jump into, he would be right there with him. If you’re willing to take a man’s money, you better be willing to do the job. Even if the job requires going to a party filled with criminals. All of Vincent Augustine’s ex-assistants quit within a week of working with him. He wasn’t surprised, they were all coddled socialites. So, this time he was going to change the job requirements. He needed an assistant who could keep their cool even when situations went sideways and Marcus Smith fit the bill. The fact he was sexy as hell was just a bonus.Warning: This gay MM contemporary romance contains mature language and sexual content. All characters are of legal age and this story is meant for mature audiences only.
In this collection of persona poems, Diana Pinckney explores the art of others and regards the wolf as the ultimate other: “Wolves speak to me from beauty, strangeness and vulnerability, representing both the beast and the innocent. Their voice is the music of the wilderness…. As for the beasts and the innocents these poems speak of, this writer feels there are many that are sometimes two-sided—like the god, Janus—and hopes that they will be discovered by the eye and the ear of the reader.”