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Elementals: Air's Vision

2/4/2017

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Air's Vision is Book Two in the exciting, new Elemental Series by Jillian Jacobs

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The Elementals Series, Book #3 Air's Vision

A sightless woman.
A man who has seen everything.
A new vision of the future.

Duty
For over four centuries the Air Elemental, Nodin Osi, has protected the very air we breathe. Yet when he returns to his ancestral homelands to recruit a beautiful ally, he’s literally set adrift when someone else takes control of his gifts.

Vision
Blind since birth, Kamali Kiwidinok can only see the vibrant auras surrounding each human. She blusters into Nodin’s world armed with her special vision only to discover that Nodin is the one person she can actually see.

Obscurity
Quint, an insidious creature composed of dark matter, returns with strong adversaries and stolen magic, holding nothing back in his pursuit of the most powerful witch in history. Unaware the Elementals have developed a spell to banish him from this plane, he relentlessly pursues his goals.

Sacrifice
Plunged back into darkness, Kamali must stand against her enemies before helping the Elementals in their fight against Quint. Will Nodin make the ultimate sacrifice for Kamali? Or is the future between a human and a peri-mortal lost in the wind?
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With vision there is hope. With hope there is love. – Nodin Osi
 
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MEET THE AUTHOR

​ Jillian Jacobs
 
Author Bio: In the spring of 2013, Jillian Jacobs changed her career path and became a romance writer. After reading for years, she figured writing a romance would be quick and easy. Nope! With the guidance of the Indiana Romance Writers of America (IRWA) chapter, she’s learned many "rules" to writing a proper romance. Being re-schooled was an interesting journey, and she hopes the best trails are yet to be traveled.
Water’s Threshold, the first in Jillian’s Elementals series, was a finalist in Chicago-North’s 2014 Fire and Ice contest in the Women’s Fiction category.
Jillian’s volunteer efforts include:
  • IRWA 2014 and 2015 Program Chair
  • IRWA 2015 and 2017 Conference Co-chair
  • On The Far Side coordinator for the 2015 and 2016 Fantasy, Futuristic, and Paranormal chapter.
She is the co-founder of Healing with Words—a not for profit agency established for healing survivors of abuse, addiction, trafficking, and prostitution. The mission is to bring together readers, authors, and survivors in a positive manner that affects change and relief from negative influences. Writers on The River, an author event in Peoria, Illinois is hosted by Healing With Words.
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Her genres are Paranormal and Contemporary with suspenseful elements.

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Dangerous Regrets Needs Romance Reviewers

1/25/2017

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Do you love small towns, cute meets, and romantic comedy? Then, this is your book. Read it free, then post a review. On iTunes, Goodreads, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, your blog, etc. ( Not all, of them, of course.)

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​Darcy has regrets. None dangerous... until now. 

Her desire to be a big-name mystery author is going nowhere faster than the beer on tap at the local bar where she works to pay the bills. So far, all she's gotten is groped by the patrons and a reputation for telling tall tales.

When she overhears risky info about jewel thieves, no one believes her except for the sexy newcomer to their small town, Killian.

As the handsome stranger tantalizes her, giving her hope for more than her current constricting life, there are two things which stand in her way: The townspeople calling her a compulsive liar and Killian's aversion to bending the truth.

Oh, and the possibility she'll die before her growing attraction blossoms.
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“Sorry, bro.” The unknown man muttered as he strode to the door.

Killian had already reached across his body for the shoulder upholster that wasn’t there. Thank God for that, his rapid-fire reactions might have caused an incident in the sleepy town. His eyes squeezed shut as he took a deep breath, trying to quell his fight or flight response. His reaction veered to fight nine out of ten times. It would probably be best to leave. He exhaled and opened his eyes to an attractive brunette attired in a referee shirt complete with a silver whistle.

The woman smiled at him. “Can I help you?”

He blinked. Did he need her to officiate at a pickup softball game? The televisions, the bar, the name Sweaty’s, and the bizarre referee outfit all added up to sports bar. It should worry him that it took him so long to add up the clues. Even though he took a bullet to the thigh, his brain took the biggest hit. He might as well give up his Man Card if it took him seconds to register the second home of most men, the sports bar. Killian managed a tight smile.

“Well, I was hoping to get something to eat, but it looks pretty crazy.”

The woman wrinkled her nose. “It’s a little bit, but most of the customers are drivers that popped in for the rally. The majority already settled up their bills and should be headed out to the track to warm up before tonight’s race. I can get you a seat next to the kitchen if you don’t mind?” She gestured with the hand holding her order pad to a small table against the wall and next to the kitchen door.

“Suits me.” It did, since his back would be against the wall. He exhaled heavily, knowing he shored up the cop stereotype by wanting to have a wall behind him. He backed into parking places for a quick getaway too when possible. Not all stereotypical behavior was a bad thing. Some were more of a survival mechanism.

He allowed the cute waitress to lead the way while his eyes dipped briefly to how well she filled out her shorts. Killian brought his eyes up fast not wanting her to catch him ogling. Some labels he didn’t want. At the table, the woman handed him a menu, but he handed it back. No need to look when he knew what he wanted. He peered at her nametag, which was pinned to a noteworthy chest. Why did women do that and then accuse men of staring at their breasts?

“Darcy, I know what I want.”

The woman shifted her weight on her feet and flushed a little, which puzzled him.

“What would that be?” She held her pen over the order pad.

“Burger platter. The biggest one you have with fries. Beer. Anything on tap, except light.”

She dashed the pencil across the pad before reading the order back. “One Come to Daddy combo with fries and onion rings. Beer on tap.” She lifted her eyebrows.

“Yeah. Sounds good. Not too sure about the name though.”

His comment surprised a chuckle out of Darcy.

Want to read more? Contact me at morgankwyatt@gmail.com . Put Dangerous Regrets in the subject line. I'll send you an eCopy of the format of your choice.

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Inspiration behind Killian in the story.
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Read Death Pledges a Sorority FREE

1/25/2017

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The fifth in The Painted Lady Inn Series is almost ready. All it needs is You to read it. Do you like cozy mysteries? Read excerpt to find out more. You'll be sent a eBook copy in your format of choice by contacting me at morgankwyatt@gmail.com

Put Death Pledges a Sorority in the subject line.

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The bell on the front door jingled. Not guests already? A familiar voice called out.

“Mother’s here to save the day.”

Her smiling parent entered the kitchen carrying a bulging bag, placed the colorful tote on the counter, and hugged Donna.

“Hi.” Her mother showing up was never a simple I was in the neighborhood type of thing. “So, what merits the pleasure of your company?”

Her mother laughed and gave her a playful slap. “You act like you don’t know.”

She didn’t. “I should know?” Her eyebrows arched in inquiry.

“Silly.” Her mother smirked at her. “There you go teasing me. I never thought you ever had much of a sense of humor as a child, but you must have picked up some. Maria called me on her way out of town. She told me you needed a hand with your activities.”

“Ah.” Donna stalled, searching her memory for any hints that her mother might be assisting her this weekend. Maria had apologized profusely, promising to get someone to help. She’d expected one of Maria’s co-workers who would have been easy to boss around, not her mother. “It’s all coming back now.”

“Good thing, I’m here since your memory is slipping.” Cecilia turned and grabbed her bag from the counter. “You can thank me later for the fun items I brought. At least one of us has a clue how to party.”

Nope. She wasn’t going to respond to the dig. She knew how to party. It just usually involved a food processor, possibly a blender, heavy cream, and top shelf brandy. “What do you have?”

“Fun!”

Her mother pulled a can from the bag and sprayed into the air. The stink of aerosol and a shot of color, then something gooey plopped onto the floor. Donna stared at the color blob in disgust.

Tennyson strolled into the room as Cecilia pushed the nozzle down again. “Silly string. Way cool, Cici.”

When had he started calling her mother Cici? That was supposed to be her code dating name to keep her rejected suitors from tracking her down. There wasn’t time to query anyone about name changes when her hardwood floors were in danger. “Not cool. It will ruin my floors. Besides, I think that would appeal more to fifth-grade boys than grown women.”

​Her mother’s gleeful expression drooped a little. “You could be right. The employee who suggested it was a teen.” She turned the can over in her hand and stared at it. “I can’t even read what it has in it. Probably better off not using it. Here, Ten, you take it.”
 

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​Find out more about the Husband and Wife Team, M K Scott

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M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and inn details require a more hands on approach.  Morgan’s daughter, who manages a hotel, provides guest horror stories to fuel the plot lines. The couple’s dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna’s dog.  Murder Mansion is the first book in The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Overall, it is a fun series to create and read. 

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Death Pledges a Sorority Cover Reveal

1/17/2017

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​Can a girls’ weekend at The Painted Lady Inn with backstabbing sorority sisters ever end well? Add in a murder mystery game complete with costumes, a demanding diva, and a mysterious midnight visitor. Donna’s not thrilled about the mob cap, she must wear or her mealy-mouth characterization.

Strained relationships, lurkers in the dark, open windows in the dead of winter and séance gone wrong is only the beginning. Too bad, the help has gone south leaving Donna dependent on her overzealous mother and a questionable fan. It’s enough to kill a person.
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AUTHOR BIO
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M. K. Scott is the husband and wife writing team behind The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Morgan K Wyatt is the general wordsmith, while her husband, Scott, is the grammar hammer and physics specialist. He uses his engineering skills to explain how fast a body falls when pushed over a cliff and various other felonious activities. The Internet and experts in the field provide forensic information, while the recipes and B and B details require a more hands on approach.  Morgan’s daughter, who manages a hotel, provides guest horror stories to fuel the plot lines. The couple’s dog, Chance, is the inspiration behind Jasper, Donna’s dog.  Murder Mansion is the first book in The Painted Lady Inn Mysteries. Overall, it is a fun series to create and read. 

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Dangerous Regrets Cover Reveal

1/15/2017

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Dangerous Regrets is coming February 3rd. Grab book one, The Bad Decision Legacy, now

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Blurb
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Darcy has regrets. None dangerous... until now. 

Her desire to be a big-name mystery author is going nowhere faster than the beer on tap at the local bar where she works to pay the bills. So far, all she's gotten is groped by the patrons and a reputation for telling tall tales.
When she overhears risky info about jewel thieves, no one believes her except for the sexy newcomer to their small town, Killian.

As the handsome stranger tantalizes her, giving her hope for more than her current constricting life, there are two things which stand in her way: The townspeople calling her a compulsive liar and Killian's aversion to bending the truth.

Oh, and the possibility she'll die before her growing attraction blossoms.



Grab book one for only 99 cents.
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 AUTHOR INFO

Morgan as a child had to suffer through movies with clueless heroines rescued by smart men. Her mother dutifully read her stories where princesses waited for princes to jumpstart their lives. There were no proactive female role models in the media at that time, with the exception of Wonder Woman. It is for this reason, and that it is fun, Morgan writes about strong women going after what they want.


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Digitial Blinders: Your Cell Phone is a Relationship Timebomb

1/4/2017

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Relationships not want you want them to be? Might be time to put down the cell phone. Find out why.

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Nothing like quality time with your signicant other, the cell phone.

Maybe it’s my age, but suddenly I see the toll the digital age had taken on our population. It starts small. My daughter and I returned to our former city for an orthodontic appointment. I thought it might be nice for her to see some of her old friends. We stopped at a Chinese restaurant where she started texting her friend. I offered to drive her to her friend’s house that she was texting.

“No problem, she’s at the other table.” She gestured in that direction.

“Don’t you want to go over there?”

“No, I’m happy to text. Besides, she’s with her grandmother.”

The girls texted through the entire meal. They didn’t connect to who they were sitting with and refused to connect face to face. The cell phone has become the wall preventing true communication. It keeps people at a distance.

It’s not unusual to see people on cell phones while shopping, walking, even while eating at restaurants. My husband and I are at the age that we enjoy a meal out with conversation.  Other diners enter the restaurant staring at their phones. A few carry tablets to watch television shows or movies as opposed to interacting with whoever they came with. Occasionally, I look around the room trying to identify those who were conversing with one another.

Most talkers are people with a touch of silver in their hair or are possibly on a first date. A few watch televisions placed around the mid-range restaurant, when not checking their cell phone. This failure to interact cuts across socio-economic groups. It causes people to make assumptions. Even with emoticons, it is hard to judge real emotions via text. It causes less cohesiveness in the work place.

I travel to various schools and the best place to feel the mood of the building is the teacher lounge. Often, I walk into the lounges where everyone has a phone out and refuses to speak to anyone. They may glance up, but return to text or roam the Internet. At other schools, teachers meet for lunch and discuss school, students, and their lives. I noticed at the talking lunches, the employees appear happier.

Our dependence on cell phones has resulted in people not memorizing simple math facts, knowing general knowledge or even how to read a map. People suddenly freak out when they lose cell reception or their battery goes dead. It’s as if their life has stopped. Students beg the janitor to let them into the building when they forget their phone at school.

The traditional way of doing things such as reading maps, memorizing math facts, and being able to hold a conversation are vanishing like a vapor.  I found in my interaction with students that they often can’t read general social clues. What we sometimes view as rudeness is lack of experience.

Often people mistakenly think their cyber relationships are more fulfilling than their face to face ones. What they fail to realize is people lie online. It is opportunity to create a fantasy persona. Often, we perceive people as we want them to be. It’s why people are so easy to catfish (fool on online). It’s also the reason online dating sites urge you to meet the person as soon as possible as opposed to having a cyber relationship.

Did that. Before I married, I corresponded with a man for a year exchanging daily info, jokes, and pleasantries. I never met him even though I suggested several meetings. Women friends told me he was married. Possibly, truthfully, he was probably not the persona he created online. That’s another way the digital age keeps us from forming real relationships.

​Heart to heart conversations where we reveal who we are is falling by the wayside with handwritten letters, foldable maps, and camera film. Yesterday, I handed a Walgreens employee in the photo department a roll of film and he asked me what it was. That’s another blog.
 
 
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Wanted: Murder Mansion Audible Reviewers

12/5/2016

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Listen to a sample of the #cozymystery
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Blurb
Donna's dream of running a Victorian bed and breakfast is almost a reality. Her lack of inn keeping expertise, a shabby house in need of dire renovation and lack of money has slowed her down a bit.

The murdered man in the upstairs parlor is her biggest obstacle. Less determined people might give up, but not Donna. No killer is going to stop her from serving apple crumb cake to high paying guests.

Her natural skill at the Clue board game, along with the grudging assistance of veteran detective Mark Taber, an overweight Puggle, and a chatty octogenarian neighbor should help her sniff out the killer unless she's snuffed out first.


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Drop Dead Handsome

7/9/2016

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Working on final tweaking of cover. Please feel free to voice your opinion & make sure to enter the contest too.

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The Painted Lady Inn is open for business and limping along in the B and B world. A high school reunion package assembles Donna’s least desirable classmates, including the backstabbing cheerleader, her narcissistic high school crush, and Arnie, whose cheesy poem had everyone calling her, hot mama. It’s all something she liked to forget. These are the normal guests. 

An octogenarian self-proclaimed sleuth, Father Christmas, a dognapping couple, and a pair who is copying everything in the Inn to set up their own competitive establishment rounds out the group. Maria, the sister-in-law, has a matchmaking agenda for Donna. Daniel, her brother, finds himself serving as a referee with one guest’s multiple wives. 

High school reunions can be murder. Detective Mark Taber is on the trail of the murderer, when he isn’t interfering in a smitten Arnie’s determined bid to woo the no nonsense innkeeper. 

EXCERPT
Arnie stepped into the room, threw his suitcase on the bed, while still cradling the basket. He slowly turned around taking in the entire room. “Not bad. Actually, it’s pretty nice.”

At last, someone who appreciated the effort she had put into the room. Her shoulders went back. Maybe she’d been too hard on Arnie.

“For a chick’s room.”             

Chick’s room, really? “Why do you think it’s a chick’s room?” She liked to think all her rooms were appropriate for any gender.
Arnie placed the basket on the drum table with the floral light. “Hmm, the ruffles, the flowers, the room smells like perfume.”

Yeah, hers.

He walked over to the rocker and picked up the romance novel she’d been reading. He brandished the book. “No self-respecting man would be caught reading this drivel. Mindless nonsense.”

His remark stopped her from asking for her book back. The best she could do would be to sneak back in and snatch it while cleaning. “It might do you some good to read it. Shouldn’t judge something you’ve never taken the time to read.”

Well, she’d gone and blown her excellent innkeeper behavior. “I dare you to read it.”

He blinked once, and then smiled. “Challenge accepted.”
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Sun-kissed Tour Stops in Noblesville

6/8/2016

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Make sure to enter for your chance to win the box load of goodies collected at each stop.

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Welcome to the picturesque big small town located on Indiana's White River. 
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The town isn't named for nobles, but after the Noble family. This lovely town is only miles from Indianapolis. We just finished the Indianapolis 500, which is what Indiana is best known for. Football season is over, so no possible Colts players’ sightings. The corn instead of being as high as an elephant’s eye is barely noticeable in the field.
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It does bring me to one of the cool things you can do in Indiana visit the elephants. There are three elephants at Wilstem Farm in French Lick. Visitors have a chance to interact with the world's largest land mammal even help give them a bath. We kept our special copy of the book away from the elephants. One apparently snatches cameras, eyeglasses, and even searches pockets with her trunk.
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My Husband and I with Lou the Elephant at Wilstem Farms.
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At each stop, a Sun-kissed author puts something into the box indicative of their region.  I put a amethyst druzy, a Morgan K Wyatt backpack, and a owl note card drawn by an Indiana photojournalist. There are several other goodies inside.
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My town, Noblesville, is built around a town square. There are several family owned businesses including a pottery studio, coffee shop, and several restaurants. On the Unseen Press Ghost Walks, participants learn that the local jail once held Charlie Mansion. Syd’s, a local bar, also hosts the original owner’s ghost.  The employees always leave a shot on the counter when they leave, which is empty when they return the next day.

There are many wonderful things to do in the summer including outdoor movies at the park. Sunday evenings include band concerts in Seminary Park. Near the end of July, it’s time for the local production of Shakespeare in the Park. Families arrived with lawn chairs,  baskets and pick out their choice seat on the hill.

Come on over for a visit.
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He Loves Me Not Release Countdown

6/6/2016

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Book two of Suspicious Circumstances releases June 12th, but you can enter now to win big.

Win 1 of 9 gift cards including (2) $50 Amazon Cards

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Taciturn agent and provocateur Simpson from Love and Deception is back in a new romantic suspense, He Loves Me Not. Northern California doesn’t turn out to be the easy-going spot he planned for his retirement from the spy game. Instead, he hooks up with his old special ops pal to hunt down land sharks among the unsuspecting locals. 

Mina had a suspicion her marriage wasn’t the best, but she never expected her husband wanted to kill her. A traumatic kidnapping by her volatile ex has Miranda seeking sanctuary in an abandoned lighthouse. Nick’s worried about his sister and the stranger she rescued from the sea. Add a storm of the century, a sociopath, a web of lies, and water phobic Labrador and you have major problems. 

Determination, a will to live, and a whole lot of luck might allow someone to come out alive. 

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Lucian stood at the railing watching Mina’s body appear to fall in slow motion. She didn’t scream as he expected, but maybe the roar of the waves gobbled up the sound. If she did cry for help, it would be a genteel little squeal. It seemed like everything she did was small and delicate. At first, he’d liked the idea of petite wife that played up his masculinity. He even had her join that Bible-Thumper church that emphasized women were servants to their husband. The idea worked for a while, until he found himself bored and Raquel joined the firm.

The tall, long-legged law intern embodied a take no prisoner attitude he liked. Her bravado along with a waterfall of ebony hair and double D’s drew him like a magnet, and she flirted with him while stating she didn’t do married men. Her appeal kept all the males swarming around her like honeybees, which irritated the women lawyers. They didn’t care for Raquel and did what they could to make her stay unproductive. As far as the law went, even with her attitude, he doubted she’d be successful. Too many female jurors would side against her at her client’s expense. Because he doubted she’d be there for long, it was best to get her while he could.

He wouldn’t make the mistake of marrying Raquel. That ball buster would take him for all he had, no doubt. She was also savvy enough to sniff out his hidden accounts. He pulled off his jacket turned it inside out revealing a different colored windbreaker. Zipping it up, he was certain no one would associate it with him. To be sure, he reached under the seat for a NASCAR ball cap, which covered most of his sable colored hair. Almost done, he unfolded his wife’s carefully typed suicide note and put it in the glove compartment. Typing might look suspicious, but people who knew Mina, knew she typed everything, even her grocery lists. He’d wait until tomorrow to report her missing. They’d find the car and ID it with the plates.

He pocketed the keys. Wouldn’t do for any teenagers to take his wife’s Lexus convertible for a joyride. It would make it hard for the police to find the evidence. He hesitated. Her purse was in plain sight. What if someone took her purse? Not likely since this locale housed billionaires’ seaside cottages they seldom used. That’s why he chose the spot. The few returning residents would have little reason to be up so early.
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​Morgan K Wyatt, raised on a steady diet of superheroes, believed she could fly at a very young age. After using trees, barn lofts, sliding boards, and even a second story window as launch pads, she found her flying skills were limited to fast and downward. By the age of nine, her dreams to be a superhero needed some modifications, which caused her to turn to writing and horseback riding as alternatives to flying.
 At the age of twenty, she had another chance at superhero greatness as being one of the few female soldiers trained for combat. The fact that women will be able to serve in combat soon indicates that all the witnesses to the grenade incident have retired. The grenade incident didn’t prevent her two sons or daughter-in-law from enlisting in the service. Having different last names probably helped.
Morgan recently retired from teaching special needs students to write fulltime, instead of in the wee hours of the night. With the help of her helpful husband and loyal hound, she creates characters who often grab plot lines and run with them. As for flying, she prefers the airlines now. Website    Facebook   Twitter  Goodreads  Pinterest  
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