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Monday, January 30, 2017

My best friend ... #MFRWauthor

It may be cliche that I consider my best friend to be my dog... but it's true.

On Christmas day 2015 I lost my other best friend, Misti.  I used to call her my assistant (still do on my website). She was an awesome assistant, always listened to my rambling about characters and plots.  It didn't matter where I was writing, she was there.

It was lonely without her, I looked for her each day in her favorite spots, found myself talking to an empty room - because she wasn't under my desk when I was writing.

In August my girls talked me into go to the humane society "just too look".  How could I refuse going to look at cats, kittens, puppies and dogs?  I couldn't.  So we went. 
I knew I could never have another "Misti" in my world.  She had been the fourth Golden Retriever I'd lost in my life time and I just couldn't do it again. With that in mind we asked to meet a fellow so far from my calm, docile but playful Misti that there was no way he could remind me of her. 

When he came in he was hyper and wary.  His past wasn't a good one at all!  I could feel every bone in his body under that fluffy fur when I touched him 😟 It was heart breaking when they told us what he had been through ... and worse still was that he'd already been returned to them once because the previous adopters weren't prepared to handle him.

Twenty years earlier I ran a dog rescue and brought in every size, breed and age of dog to retrain and find new homes for.  I didn't know if I had the energy to do it again - BUT there was no way I was leaving this beautiful mistreated guy in the hands of someone that would mishandle him again ... EVER!

They saw my determination and the connection we made and accelerated the adoption process ... two hours later I went to pick up my new friend. All while thinking "what am I going to do with him?" 

He was scared, defensive, skittish ... and I knew all the signs and it would come with biting, acting out (I had five kids ... I know ALL the signs!!)  and for the next three weeks the two of us "bonded" and battled it out to see who was THE alpha in our two bodied pack.  

Five months later ... 
we've decided ... I am THE alpha in our pack ... 
He is spoiled, but obedient (to me) ... 
I am the safest woman in the neighborhood ... 

I still have to watch for his tells when he's nervous or unsure, and  be careful in some situations so no one gets bitten or lunged at.  I have a six foot tall gate in my side of the house so it's just he and I most of the time.  
He is NOT an assistant type of dog ... in fact if I work too long he pounces at my feet, stands on my table and barks at me if I go too long without paying attention to him. 

I'm not sure who rescued whom some days, but every day is an adventure with him!

Meet my Best friend, Niko!

when he glares at me until I speak to him...

the happy face after our walk...

when he "may" have done something he shouldn't...

"I'm going to sit here until you pay attention to me"


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Friday, January 27, 2017

When all you can do is try to survive…

I have so many "pretty" banners and things to go with my books now ... fair warning I will be splashing them where ever I can 😛

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After the Silence Volume 1 – Bree

One woman’s journey through the chaotic new world.

When Mother Nature decides she’s had enough and begins to fight back, survival takes on a whole new meaning.

Those left standing make the paths for the future generations.

Bree Taylor is the last survivor of her family. With no other choice she sets off on her own to escape the clutches of the new government. Living in a world of unstable climate changes becomes a journey she won’t soon forget. 

She has to be prepared for anything in the new country and be wary of every person she meets. All while staying out of the path of the new army: one that does not believe in the values of safety and security. An army answering only to the highest bidder, tasked with rounding up the survivors of the virus. A virus that is as vicious and random as the dramatic changes to the land and climate. Leaving trails of dead and mutated survivors in its wake.

If the earth is the enemy – there are no rules and all you can do is try to survive the odds.

(Exclusively at Jacqueline’s Website)

Running in snow this deep was like running through water. If your feet didn’t clear it you got nowhere. I hadn’t stopped long enough to measure the height of the men quickly gaining on me, but I was fairly certain their long legs would move through this snow faster than my own.
As I hit the tree line again, I hesitated long enough to pick a direction. Kismet and I had been through this area enough times I knew most of it without thinking now. Slipping in the snow I changed directions and headed towards the hill that led to the river bed. If I could out-maneuver them in the densest part of the trees I might just be able to put a big enough gap between us that they’d give up.
Chancing a glance over my shoulder I noted one thing. They were large enough it would take four of me to make this anywhere near equal. My heart was thrumming, pumping blood through my veins in a chaotic beat. A part of me knew I couldn’t outrun them, but I had to try. Turning, I bolted back towards a tight grouping of trees. I could hear the pounding of their feet hitting the ground behind me and had one second to regret the one time I didn’t let Kismet come with me. He would have evened the odds.

Volume 2 KANE will be released later in 2017
Two sneak peeks of Kane have been published in novella format for a limited time, but the rest hasn't been released yet. 


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