Abandoned by her husband, Elizabeth Marie Mitchell, a single mother with a teenage daughter, had no choice but to endure. She had to survive for both herself and her daughter.
What happens when someone you trusted hurts your daughter, and you are at fault?
Charles Mitchell ignored his heart and his responsibilities as a man, a father and a husband. Now, he has lost everything that matters. He wasn’t there when they needed him, but he’ll never fail them again.
What happens when you have the chance to be the man you were born to be, the man you know you can be?
What will Elizabeth and Charles do for the love of their daughter?
About The Author
Angela Kay Austin has always loved expressing herself creatively. An infatuation with music led to years playing several instruments, some better than others. A love for acting put her in front of a camera or two for her thirty seconds of fame before giving way to a degree and career in communications. After completing a second degree in marketing, Angela found herself combining her love for all things creative and worked in promotions and events for many years.
Today, Angela lives in London where she continues to write and explore!
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The legendary Greys are back, and villages are burning with no one to stand in their way. An unlikely band of friends might have the only tools to challenge them.
As an orphaned outsider, Damien has worked his entire life to earn a place in the modest kingdom of Lakefall. His hard work does not go unnoticed by King Simeon who has always had bigger plans in mind for the young soldier.
Rowan left his old life years ago to settle down for a quiet life with his wife and daughter. The retired hero is thrust back into action against his will but discovers he may have missed being called the Dragonslayer by the citizens of Westland City. As his legend continues, he must confront the deeper layers of his secret ability.
Russam has completed a fifteen-year scavenger hunt to find a map that his father gave him directions to on his death bed. When he finds more than he can handle, he’s sent on another search for the famed Dragonslayer, Rowan Everleigh.
Isabella has always dreamed of moving to Westland City and attending the university. When she learns her parents have hidden her father’s famed past from her, it changes everything. She soon finds herself on an adventure armed with a secret of her own.
When the four of them are put together, they soon realize that it is more than just coincidence. Gods, wizards, and ancient bedtime stories will all have a hand in the outcome of this epic fantasy adventure.
Other Books in The Loro Chronicles series:
The Death of a Dragon
Prequel Short Story to The Loro Chronicles
Published: February 2021
Rowan, Damien, Russam, and The Creature do not know each other, but their worlds will collide and change everything.
This is a four-part short story written as an introduction to the characters of the trilogy, The Loro Chronicles. Take a glimpse into the back stories of the main characters and see if this series is right for you.
When a dragon showed up in Loro, it was believed to be the end of life on the continent. The dragon burned through the northern countries of Loro, leaving only destruction in its wake.
Westland City’s citizens hug their loved ones, waiting for the dragon to come for them next. The king of Westland makes the decision to send the best of his army to meet the beast before it reaches the city. Rowan Everleigh, the pride of the city, leads the army to ambush the dragon and sets events in motion that no one could have predicted.
Meet the characters that will shape the future of Loro and become legends.
As the Greys continue bringing destruction on the southern countries of Loro, the name Zaanen is being whispered in the night. Only few know the truth, that he is not only real, but very much alive. The only question is, what is motivating his return?
Rowan the Dragonslayer trains tirelessly each day under the tutelage of the great wizard Axis, but his struggles to progress his magic abilities begin to weigh on him as time runs out. His enemy will not wait for him to gain mastery of his power.
Damien dons the magic armor decorated with the symbols of the gods. He has become the hero he wanted to be, but he realizes quickly that the responsibility of his task is larger than he could have imagined. The destructive Greys have gained more ground than him and his friends anticipated.
Isabella is a witch. She knows she can help in the fight against Zaanen and his Greys, but her father does not want her anywhere near the dangers of magic. As her relationship with Damien grows more complicated, she struggles to decide if she should share her deepest secret with him.
An ancient wizard in control of supernatural soldiers, a psychotic queen with her eyes on vengeance, and a demon from the Underworld that wants in on the action, all pose new threats at every turn.
On a rainy November day, Mia Hayes’ husband left for work on his Vespa. Normally, she would have driven him, but Mia was waiting on a phone call with an editor and didn’t have time.
She never saw that caring, loving version of her husband again.
The fallout from his accident–Mia’s guilt and her husband’s PTSD, memory loss, and depression–consumed their lives over the next five years as her laid-back husband changed into an angry man with few memories of their past. Desperate to hold her fragile family together, Mia ignored her own unraveling and plunged into bipolar depression.
As she searched for answers to unanswerable questions, Mia moved her family from San Francisco to Paris, France before landing in a leafy Washington, D.C. suburb where she tried to find a fresh start only to become embroiled in a scandal of her own making.
Through ups and downs, mental illness and bad decisions, Mia struggled with what it means to be a good wife and mother, whether saving her marriage was worth the pain, and understanding that healing is a personal journey.
Always Yours, Bee is a heartbreaking yet triumphant and brave look at a woman, a marriage, and a family falling apart and coming out stronger. Told with clarity and introspection, it captures the terror of losing the person closest to you—yourself.
Lemonade light filtered through the fog, casting a warm, golden tone across us as we watched Ryan run down the empty beach, a kite string clenched in his tiny fist.
November usually brought rain to San Francisco, but this particular day was clear, and we wanted to take advantage of the sun—even if it was chilly and damp out. Surfers bobbed off the coast, waiting for their ride, and gulls skittered along the shoreline. Later, after we ate our picnic lunch, we planned on exploring the tide pools.
James snapped a picture of Leo and me snuggled into a fleecy blanket. I waved him over to us, and he settled into the sand, his jean-clad leg touching mine. He tossed his arm over my shoulder and hugged me close.
“This is nice,” he said. Ryan had stopped running to inspect something on the beach, and Leo crawled off my lap into the sand. “But this is more fun.” James turned and tried to tickle me through my layers of bulky clothes.
We laughed and smiled and were so very happy.
That’s how I want to remember us.
The Accident – Chapter 1
November 23rd, 2010
Why wasn’t my phone ringing? She said seven thirty.
Relentless late-November rain battered the trio of windows behind me. It was nearly eight in the morning, two days before Thanksgiving, and I sat in the tiny family room of my San Francisco flat trying not to envision every reason why my phone was silent. Had she realized I was a hack and changed her mind?
Relax, no one is ever on time.
I opened the well-worn notebook in my lap and studied the questions my husband, James, and I had excitedly crafted the night before. Earlier that year, I had signed with a New York literary agent, and now an editor wanted to talk to me.
My writing had been squeezed in during sports practices and after the boys went to bed. James traveled frequently for work, and I often stayed up well past midnight to write despite long days of work, volunteering, and mothering.
I hadn’t mentioned my new passion to James until I received three offers of representation the day I submitted the manuscript to agents. He had been baffled that I had had time to write a full-length novel but not surprised that I had actually written a novel. As he put it, it was a very me thing to do.
I stared at my blank phone screen. Why hadn’t she called?
In an explosive burst of boy-noise, Ryan, my nine-year-old son, sprinted into the room and flopped on the end of the couch. His Catholic school uniform shirt was untucked, and his two blond cowlicks stuck straight up. I glanced at his feet. No socks or shoes.
“Can Grandma get me a bagel?” He gave me a hopeful, missing-tooth smile.
I set my notebook aside. “Did you ask Grandma?”
“She said if it was okay with you. I’ll even ask her to get one for Tate and Leo, too.”
I chuckled. “Do you really think Grandma would walk you all to school, get only you Boudin’s, and leave your brothers hungry?”
“Go finish getting ready, and if you have time, Grandma can get all of you bagels.”
Ryan leaped off the sofa and raced past James standing in the doorway of our family room.
“Hey! No hugs?” James called after Ryan.
“Sorry!” Ryan threw his arms around James’s torso. “Love you!”
James rubbed the back of Ryan’s head. “I love you, too.”
Ryan broke free and his footsteps thundered down the stairs. “We can get bagels!”
Our front door slammed, followed by my in-laws’ door closing. They lived in the flat below and often helped care for the boys. My mother-in-law, Molly, worked at their Catholic school—the same one both she and James had attended.
I was immensely proud that my boys were the fifth generation of James’s family to live in our three-story house, and I planned on never leaving. James had grown up there and so had Molly, and now it was the boys’ turn. Molly and Joe, my father-in-law, lived in the second-level flat, and my family lived in the third level. The garage and a small in-law unit occupied the ground floor.
James’s family roots ran deep in San Francisco, a park was even named after them, and I wore it as part of my identity. We were the Doyles from 11th Avenue (even though we were now the Suttons), and that meant something in our small community.
Molly and Joe were good sports about allowing me to put my own stamp on the house, going along with whatever my current obsession was. When I said I wanted to be a modern homesteader and turn our deep backyard into an organic city farm with fruit trees, bees, and chickens, they didn’t blink, and they let James buy me a chicken coop for our anniversary.
No matter what my current obsession was—like starting an online shopping site, becoming a personal shopper, or taking on the task of revamping our school and church’s annual festival—James supported me. I was a whirlwind, and he was the calm hand that steadied the ship.
“I’ll call when I get to work. I want to know how everything goes.” James’s Chelsea boots clomped against the hardwood floor as he walked toward me. He wore dark jeans and a black leather bike jacket that showed off his trim figure, and the olive-green messenger bag I had given him for Christmas bounced off his hip. He hadn’t bothered to do his messy, brown hair because he’d fix it at work after he took off his motorcycle helmet. I teased him that he carried more beauty products in his bag than I did, but really, I gave him a hard time because he was more pulled together than me.
Unlike James, my days consisted of mom things like going to the park and dust-bustering Cheerios off the floor. I did, however, shower, dress, and do my makeup every day after running a 5K at 5 a.m. The other moms marveled that I always managed to look presentable with three kids under the age of ten. I’d laugh and say it was my secret weapon, Molly, but the truth was the thought of anyone seeing me less than perfect bothered me.
“Are you sure you don’t want a ride? It’s pouring.” A mist of grayness swirled outside. Driving James meant I would have to take the call in the car, but I needed to offer. After all, he would have insisted on driving me.
“I’ll be fine.” James flashed a reassuring smile. “I don’t mind getting a little wet, and you need to focus.” Every day, James rode his cherry-red Vespa downtown. Taking Muni was an exhausting, smelly experience that took three times as long, and parking a scooter was cheaper than parking a car. It had been a great solution.
The rain had eased into a gentle sprinkle. Really, it was no more than the heavy fog that normally hung over the Richmond District. “We should get you a rain shield.”
“Probably.” James checked his phone’s weather app. “If I go now, I should be okay.”
“Are you positive you don’t want a ride?” I nervously tapped my notebook. Everything I had worked for was coming to fruition, and I didn’t want to mess it up.
“Positive.” James placed three kisses on my forehead–one for each of the boys. “You’re going to do great, Bee. Just be you. Everyone loves you.”
“But do they love my book?”
“The editor wouldn’t call you if she didn’t.” James playfully pat my cheek, cupping my face on the last tap. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes. A sense of calm ran through me. “It’s going to be great, just like everything else you do.”
I loved making James proud. He worked hard for us, and even though he constantly told me my job of being a mother and wife was more important than his, I felt I should do more, contribute more, be more.
My phone rang, and I startled. James mouthed, “I love you.”
Unlike every other day, I didn’t sing out my normal, “Be good. Be careful. Don’t do bad things. I love you,” as he disappeared down the hallway. My phone was already to my ear.
The house shuttered when James slammed the front door.
I never saw that version of my husband again.
About the Author
Mia is a notorious eavesdropper who lives in Northern Virginia, outside Washington DC, with her husband, sons, two cats, and Harlow the Cavapoo.
She drinks too much green tea, loves traveling, and has mastered the art of procrastination cleaning.
The ghost haunting Wisteria Gardens Antiques appears to be a charming and loving mother who can’t stand the thought of being separated from her son.
But appearances can be deceiving.
The Ghosties are moved by her expression of devotion, until they discover the truth. Her attachment to the real world has nothing to do with love.
As the teen ghost hunters struggle with the case, Althea’s determination to stay threatens their very lives. Will Pekin, Scout, and Amber convince the ghost to move on before it’s too late?
“Uh-oh,” Amber said.
“I know,” Pekin said. “I think she’s up to something.”
“Let’s split up and see if we can find her,” Scout said, and the three of them headed for different areas of the shop.
Before they separated, Pekin handed each of them a crystal for whatever protection the stones could provide against the ghost of Althea Cooley.
Despite the chill, nothing seemed out of place, and no ghostly voice addressed them. None of the kids felt reassured by this, however, knowing Althea was toying with them.
After his search of the shop turned up no sign of the ghost, Scout said loudly, “You might as well come out, Althea. Matt’s gone and he’s not coming back. You have to deal with us now.”
Oh, I’m sooo scared, the ghost responded.
Ignoring the voice, Pekin continued her sweep of the shop, sticking her head in the supply room. When she turned back toward the interior, she heard an odd swishing sound, and from around a corner marched half-a-dozen dolls with painted porcelain faces and frilly party dresses, each about two feet tall.
Her hand flew to her mouth in alarm, and she called out for her friends. In an instant, Scout was at her side with Amber close behind. They all stared in wide-eyed shock at the approaching doll army, and Althea’s laughter boomed around them.
The dolls formed themselves into a semicircle around the kids, cutting off any escape route. Scout motioned Pekin and Amber into the supply room and turned back to face the scary toys. Glancing over his shoulder at the girls with an encouraging smile, looking braver than he felt, he squared his shoulders and planted his feet, ready to meet the silent troop. For a moment, it appeared they were in a standoff until the dolls’ eyes started blinking and their jaws clacked open and closed exposing teeth that were pointed and menacing, definitely not innocent doll teeth. And they were going num num num num. Pekin shrieked and clutched Amber’s arm as the dolls moved toward them, still going num num num num.
“What are they?” Amber whined, covering her ears and huddling against Pekin.
His back to Pekin and Amber, Scout spread his arms out to protect them. One of the dolls rushed forward, an odd, tinny battle cry emanating from it. Both girls screamed as the doll surged toward Scout and flew into the air in front of him, its arms reaching for his face. Scout raised his hands instinctively and batted it away. The doll fell in a heap on the floor in a cloud of taffeta and ribbons. He was speechless for a moment, and suddenly he laughed. “Really, Althea? Dolls?”
About the Author
Pam got a late start in writing, but has made up for it with several published novels and at least one more on the way. A serendipitous conversation with a writer friend launched her literary career, and the fact that she might never have had that particular conversation is enough to make her believe that fate played a hand in sending her down her best path. She’s lived in Southern California most of her life and is thankful to have a loving family and supportive friends. Spending time at home during the COVID pandemic has advanced both Pam’s writing and her relationship with her My Cat From Hell TV star, Allie, who manages to exude just enough affection to make her scary feral ways tolerable.
In this second book of the Void of Power series, the President of the United States is compromised by a telepathic, opening the door for deep-state subversives to escalate their war on the Void. The stage is set for a recurrence of the Cultural War that destroyed civilization many decades before. The government’s chief targets are gifted children with powers to rival or surpass those of their captives.
The Walsh family does everything they can to protect Coraline and Eli from those bent on eradicating them. With the advantage of technology far beyond anything previously known to mankind, the awesome power of the two children, and a hand-full of Texas Rangers, they decide to take the fight to the enemy.
In a daring mission to rescue gifted individuals being held prisoner by unscrupulous scientists, the true power of the Void becomes apparent. The fragile peace is shattered as Federal forces and the inhabitants of the Void clash in a technological meat grinder.
Other Books in the Void of Power Series:
Void of Power: New Generation
Published: April 2020
Publisher: Indies United Publishing House
The Void belongs to everyone and belongs to no one. Because of the Cultural War Treaty, the federal government or any agent under their control cannot enter the Void. Ruled for nearly sixty by gangs and drug cartels, the “settlers” of the Void must live by their wits and their skill at arms.
Raised by scientists who had been sequestered in an underground complex in the Texas panhandle, the Walsh family employs their genius and talents to forever change the quality of life for the citizens of the Void using technologies far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
When government forces enter the Void on a capture-or-kill mission which has targeted two extraordinarily gifted children, they run headlong into this family of geniuses and Texas Rangers who dedicate themselves to protect the children. The feds soon realize that they are mice attempting to capture one very mean, intelligent cat. The stakes must be raised. Lives are lost. War ensues.
Born in Houston, Texas, Andrew was raised in a family of seven brothers. Most of the action and adventure that dominated his young life sprang from the imaginations of the brothers Raiford. Since there was no limit to the stories they could create through their play-acting, it was not uncommon to have Daniel Boone not only be attacked by bears or red-coats, but also Nazis and/or extraterrestrial conquerors. Imaginative eight-year-olds care nothing for history.
During his young adult years, Andrew took on some very odd jobs to keep his young family fed. For two years he was a real cowboy who rode, roped, and pushed cattle on a large ranch nestled in the snow-capped mountains of northern California. After moving back to his home state of Texas he worked in the printing business as a journeyman pressman, and later in gun sales, and corporate security. He even worked in church ministry as a pastor for ten years during the period that he and his wife raised five talented children. Those offspring would later become the inspiration for Andrew’s first novel, Void of Power – New Generation, which surprisingly contained no Nazis or extraterrestrial invaders.
Now residing in Liberty Hill, Texas, he spends most of his life behind a keyboard. His wife Beverly, retired from the insurance industry, is his first-line manuscript editor before they are sent to a professional. Andrew recently stated that of all he has accomplished in his lifetime, writing is the most therapeutic, relaxing, and satisfying.