Here's the second teaser from ALWAYS TRUST - Book 1 of the series, Teaching the Heart. Hope you enjoy!

Mark wanted to reach forward and grab her twisting hands, partially to calm the nervous witness in front of him and partially to comfort the beautiful woman from his past. Reluctantly, he did neither. “You said he called out?” his voice broke the silence.

“Mm hmm,” she nodded. “He said he would find her.”

His fingers moved over the pages in the report looking for the exact wording. “He said specifically that? Called her by name?”

“No.” Melissa’s eyebrows scrunched in a way Mark had seen hundreds of times before and he had to bite back a smile. “He said, ‘I will find you. I promise you that.’”

His chest faltered for a moment, the breath caught deep inside. Mark knew this guy, better than he ever wanted to admit and there was no way Mann was talking about the victim. Without even thinking about it, he dropped the professional tone. “Melissa, did he see you?”

“Of course he did.”

“No,” urgency laced his command. “Did he see you? Did he stare at you long enough to see what you look like?”

“He stared down the alley, but I’m sure he was just looking for the woman, Karen. She’s the one he was talking about.” Mark closed his eyes and forced out a breath as the naivety of her words hit him. “Right?” he barely heard her ask.

There were moments Mark knew he was destined to be a cop, moments like this when his gut was practically screaming at him. They had a problem; every fiber of his being told him Johnny Mann had picked a new target. Stalking to the door, he flung it open calling for the two rookies. “I want any information of surveillance in and around the club.”

“Sure thing, Detective,” Officer Landrum replied. “But we all know there weren’t any cameras in the back. There’s no way he would have been there otherwise.”

“I’m not looking for that,” Mark ground out. “Just get me the information.”

The door was cool against his back but it couldn’t seem to battle the fire raging in his veins.

“Hey! Detective Cheat!” Mandy called out from behind him and he turned just in time to see Melissa softly backhand her friend in the arm as she bit back a smile. “You gonna fill us in or do we not get to know what’s making you pace like a crazy man?”

“Lis,” he practically whispered as he walked back towards both ladies.

“Don’t,” Melissa’s hardened voice ground out.

“Don’t what?”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore. You lost that right a long time ago.”

Mark raised his eyebrows in confusion. He was so caught up in concern for what he was afraid would be a horrific nightmare for her, he hadn’t even realized his old nickname for her slipped out. “I’m sorry, Ms. Smith. I meant no disrespect.”  She nodded her head and the vinyl of the chair crinkled under his weight as he returned to his seat. “I’ll be honest. I think you’re in danger.”

Both women exchanged quick glances “Of what?” they asked at the same time.

“Johnny Mann.”

 
 
I'm excited about my newest novella which I am currently in the process of finishing. It features Danny and Nikki from IS LOVE ENOUGH and it should be with the editors next week!


In the meantime...here is a tiny teaser from Chapter 1. I hope you enjoy. 

“We just put the girls down. Emily is going to be so excited when she wakes up in the morning.” Rebekah said as she led Nikki into the kitchen. The warm, spicy scents filled Nikki’s nose as they walked, reminding her of the cozy home she and Danny shared together. Shaking her head, she worked to quickly rid her mind of any images or thoughts of him.

“I cannot wait to see my girls,” Nikki gushed. “The most recent pictures you sent of them were absolutely adorable! I can’t believe how big Elizabeth is.”

Rebekah sighed almost wistfully. “I know. It seems like just yesterday that we were in New York having her. Now, Emily is almost five and Elizabeth just turned two.” Turning back towards the cabinet, she pulled down two mugs, asking Nikki, “I made cider earlier. Would you like some?”

Nikki inhaled deeply, letting the scent fill her senses. “That’s what I smell that is so wonderful. You know I love your cider, Beck. I can’t wait to have some.”

Rebekah flashed a smile as she pulled down a third mug. “If I’m going to heat us some, I might as well heat some for Jason, too. He loves the stuff almost as much as you do.” Soft music filled the kitchen, drifting from somewhere else in the house; the quiet melodies usually bringing her such peace. But even with the friendly banter, the music did nothing to relieve her stress.

“Mmmm,” Jason practically moaned from behind her as he walked into the kitchen. “That has to be one of the best smells in the world.” He walked behind Rebekah, smiling as he snaked his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against her neck before turning to Nikki. “Do I have the best wife, or what?”

“No,” she replied with a laugh. “I have the best friend. You just lucked out when she let you hang around.”

He glared pointedly at her with a smirk of his own as he joined her at the kitchen table. “Need I remind you that I was the one who met her first? You are the one who is lucky she tolerates you.”

“Do I need to be here for this conversation?” Rebekah called out as she carried the steaming mugs to the table. “Cause, I don’t have to tolerate either one of you.” Her eyes twinkled with merriment despite the stern look she tried to plaster on her face.

Rebakah mock glared at both of them and before she could control it, laughter bubbled from Nikki. For several minutes the combined hum of their laughter filled the kitchen sounding like happiness and home. But Nikki’s heart could barely contain the extra emotion and before she knew it, she found her eyes filling with tears. “Oh honey,” she heard Rebeakh whisper as her friend reached across the table and pulled Nikki’s hand into her own. She saw the concerned glance between her friends and knew the question was coming before it was even asked. “You know we love you, Nikki. And,” she continued. “You know you are welcome here anytime. But this is different. What’s going on, Nik?”

She closed her eyes and fell back against the chair afraid to say the words out loud but knew she had no choice. “Danny’s having an affair. He’s planning to leave me at the end of the month.”

Silence filled the kitchen as she looked imploringly at her friends. She had known Jason for half of her life; he was her brother in every sense of the word and more than anything, she needed him, needed both of them, now more than ever before.

 

 
 
I have had several people ask me how in the world I was ever able to complete a novel. These are not people who are intending to question my ability or be negative; they simply understand the crazy schedule I have kept for the past several years. Over the past month I have answered that question more times than I can count and I finally realized it all boils down to one simple thing.

I was able to complete my novel because I made writing a priority.

Like everyone else, I have entirely too many things going on in my life and it is easy to get in bed at the end of a day or running ragged but still feeling as if I have accomplished nothing. Overtime, I felt my writing was slipping further and further in the list of important things. So, when I woke up one morning a year and a half ago, I decided to write. I created a profile on elance and began applying for writing jobs. After a time, I was hired for my first ghostwriting assignment. I loved every minute of it even if my name was not on the end result. I was writing and getting paid to do so! I continued accepting a variety of writing assignment, eventually joining a writing team called Coqui Prose.

But, I still wasn’t working on *my* writing. While I now wrote every day, I was meeting someone else’s goals. So, I made the promise to work on mine in tandem. For ever goal I met, I would work on my own writing. Each day I carved a small amount of time to write at least a few lines of dialogue, several paragraphs, or one scene. Eventually, I was able to complete the entire novel.

It does not matter what goal you want to work towards in life. The only way you will be able to complete it is to make that goal a priority. And it is possible to have more than one priority; you just have to work on scheduling your priorities. I still write for Coqui Prose and feel completely blessed to be part of such an amazing group. But, I also focus on my own writing at the same time.

Writing is my passion, my priority. Take the time to find yours.

 
 
Nearly a decade ago, I started writing my first official novel. I wrote in a spiral  notebook, jotting down quick ideas whenever I had the opportunity and slowly started blending those ideas into conversations, scenes, and chapters whenever I had the chance. I had every intention of completing the novel as quickly as possible.

But, real life got in the way. Between my time as a mom, wife, graduate student, and public school administrator my writing got lost along the way.

One year ago, I decided to change that. Although I still hold many of the same job titles, I realized my writing would never be a priority in my life if I did not make it that way. So, I dusted off that early manuscript and got to work.

Finally, on October 17th, that first novel will be available for release. Is Love Enough reminds readers it is never too late to find the forever kind of love we all long to have. The release of this novel is the beginning of a new adventure in my life; it is my promise to myself, my husband, and my daughter to always follow your dreams.

 
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