HUNTED: Chapter 14

The air was heavy between us as we sat around the coffee table again. I took my usual place on the loveseat and he took his usual place on the floor, propped against the futon. I curled my knees to my chest and started to trace my teeth with my fingers while I waited for him to say something. Anything.

HUNTED: Chapter Thirteen

Hunted: Prologue HUNTED: Chapter One HUNTED: Chapter Two HUNTED: Chapter Three HUNTED: Chapter Four HUNTED: Chapter Five HUNTED: Chapter Six HUNTED: Chapter Seven HUNTED: Chapter Eight HUNTED: Chapter Nine HUNTED: Chapter Ten HUNTED: Chapter Eleven HUNTED: Chapter Twelve Thirteen. Lennox Rose:   “Lenny Bee!” Cory shouts as I enter the coffee shop.   “Hey.” I … Continue reading HUNTED: Chapter Thirteen

HUNTED: Chapter Twelve

Watson grips the chair and pushes it harshly into the desk behind me, “Do. Not. Play. Games. With. Me. Boy.” He spits out, “I am a kind man but she is like a daughter to me and I see the way you are looking at her.” His bite is sharp and I am left stunned. I watch as he walks away without so much as a glance back in my direction. 

HUNTED: Chapter Eleven

I reach out and cradle his face in my hands, my thumbs resting below his eyes, catching his tears. “Me too, Jax, me too.” He rests his forehead on my shoulder and wraps his arms around me tightly. My arms squeeze around his neck and I feel him start to shake. We stay like that for awhile, crying together, grieving together, trying to find solace.

HUNTED: Chapter Ten

“I just witnessed my best friend get murdered and survived two gunshots! If I feel like getting drunk I am going too.” I snap. They were right though, I never drank. It wasn’t my thing but hours ago we laid Juliet to rest and I realized that her murderer could have been watching us, or me rather, for awhile. Call me crazy but that was a hard pill to swallow.

So I Think I Can Cook…(Confessions of an Almost Chef)

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Today is the day that I showcase to the world my raw talent for culinary magic. Yeah, not so much. Truth be told, I have always been made fun of for my cooking skills. And rightfully so. One time I wanted to bake soft pretzels for my family because I just learned how to in my Home Ec class. Well, long story short I added four cups of yeast when I was supposed to only add 4 teaspoons. The kitchen was a hot mess and my family has never let me live it down.

For a long time I was only known for my skills in sprucing up a jar of Classico for spaghetti. Now, I was right there with my family in making fun of myself for my horrible cooking choices because I have done some pretty gross things, spinach and refried beans, pineapple in marinara sauce, fajita spices…

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