Tuesday Teaser

Thanksgiving is just two days away and I am sure you are all busy preparing your feast.

I want to wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving. I know that I am thankful for all of you, my readers and for family and friends to gather around together this time of year.

It has been a rough year for us as my niece died on May 25th of a mysterious genetic disorder that her sister has now been diagnosed with. So prayers out to Katie, now that they know what they are dealing with she has a much better chance than her sister did. Please keep her and her two little daughters, Sammy and Amelia in your prayers.

My mother-in-law is still on a swift decline with Alzheimers disease. There is no easy way to deal with this disease and so prayers and patiences is all one can offer and have to give with this challenging illness.

Most recently my son’s cat has taken a turn for the worse. I try to imagine myself at his age, 31! I had four young children to raise and keep safe. Sadly, I never could have done it in today’s economy, but somehow I survived.

My son has three cats to support and he has done well for the past ten years. Here is how the story began:

It was a cold blustery day in 2007 when my son saw a young woman feeding a cat some dry dog food while he was out on his route delivering pizzas. There was a foot of snow on the ground and the temperature was freezing. He asked the woman if it was her cat and she said no, citing that there was a litter of kittens born a few months ago and she thought this cat might be the sole survivor. My son’s heart melted and he asked the woman if she would mind if he took the cat? She was very happy to see the poor kitten find a home! My son took the cat in and nursed it to health.

One warm spring day as fate would have it, the cat, Pickles as he named her, escaped the confines of his apartment and came back a day later with a little surprise.  Pickles revealed on my son’s birthday, 6/25/2007, a litter of four kittens!

My son gave one of the kittens to his friend Eva, named Ruby-Relish (who created the go-fund-me-page) and one he gave to me, named Flower-Chaps. The name Flower comes from the movie, Bambi, in the scene where Bambi is learning to speak and calls the skunk, flower.  Chaps looks a little like a skunk with a white strip in the middle of his black fur back.

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My son kept two cats, Butters and Big Ray with their mother, Pickles. He got them all fixed, to eliminate future surprises, but now Big Ray is sick and needs some help! Big Ray is currently at the vet hospital on an intravenous antibiotic drip. I want to thank everyone who has helped already, your donations are greatly appreciated. Big Ray has almost reached his goal of $1,500.00! If you could take a moment to donate (click here) and or pass this on; it would be highly appreciated! Thank you for your time and attention, I hope the vet bills don’t go higher than the $1,500.00 estimation, but if they do, my son has a head start on the bills and much to be thankful for. Thank you!

Now, for the reason we all need something good to read: to escape all of the things above. No one is without some concerns, whether financial or health issues, we all have to learn to live with challenges and that is why so many great escapes were created. We can escape if only for a little while into a great read, into a book.

I have been working diligently on book 6, the finale of my Electric series that will be released on New Year’s Day, January 1, 2017! I picked this date because it is after all the work and fanfare of a month of preparations  which is now upon us. Preparation that takes a month of work for just a few short holidays, we could all use an escape, but we’re too busy during the holiday season to stop and luxuriate…One finds when January comes along there is a big let down as the coldest and darkest months are upon us, we need a good escape! So whether you are just starting to read my series or have already read all five books and are just waiting for this last one, you’ll have a nice escape into Gina’s world waiting for you.

So as promised and with no further adieu here is Tuesday’s Teaser from, Electric, The Finale, Book 6!




“I’m so glad Reggie left so I could get my stuff without incident.” Gina said, tears welling up in her eyes as she wheeled her suitcase into grand foyer of Don’s penthouse. “I just don’t understand it. How did he get that way?” She said removing her shoes and hanging her coat.

“I’ll pour us a drink and we can work our way through it,” Don called out from the living room as he grabbed the crystal decanter from the glass and chrome bar cart in the corner.

“Wow! This place is amazing!” Gina said, entering the living room she looked through the wall of windows and sliding doors out to the veranda with city lights twinkling all around the dark patch of earth that was Central Park at 2:30 a.m.. Gina sat on one of the black leather couches mesmerized by the view and curled up with a deep red cashmere throw, as Don poured the brandy.

“Here take a sip of this and tell me what I can do,” Don said, handing Gina the crystal snifter while taking his place on the black leather chaise lounge.

Gina breathed in the pungent aroma of the brandy, the large snifter encircled her face as she took a sip. “This is such a magnificent view. I know I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for Brad’s passing. So much has happened in these past three weeks that my head is spinning. You know I never really even dated. It was Brad and I and that was it. I fell in love with him and I just thought we would be together forever. It’s not that our relationship was perfect. No, far from perfect, but look at those four beautiful kids we produced in such a short amount of time. Both our heads were spinning so fast that we barely had time to look up and think about what we were doing. We were just so busy doing it. Somewhere along the way, I think Brad just shut down. He was intent on making money, and we needed money. I just feel so foolish, as if I decided not to worry my pretty little blonde head about money, when money is the driving force of everything.”

“I understand,” Don said, nodding in agreement.

“Oh, you don’t want to hear all of this, besides I must sound like a broken record droning on and on.”

“Now honey, just rest assure. I have nowhere else I would rather be.” Don said sitting up straighter planting his feet back on the plush carpet as he continued, “Gina I am all yours. Just let me know how I can help you.”

“If I were to be totally honest with you Don, I would have to confess that I am just plain scared. I am not sure how to proceed. I have my children to think about and let’s face it; I haven’t been acting like a mother or myself since Brad’s passing. You know I am sick right? I have systemic sclerosis. The doctor said I have three to five years to live.”

“It’s not that I am not taking your diagnosis seriously, but doctors cannot predict things like that. I will look into your illness and see what I can do to help you. How are you feeling? I mean besides the mourning and recent heartbreak. I know it has taken an emotional toll, but physically, you seem fine.”

“I don’t know, I guess. I mean when I went to the herbalist she said I was on drugs. She said my eyes were dilated and I don’t know. In these past three weeks I have eaten and drank things that I never even heard of before. I haven’t been keeping my regular hours. In order for me to ascertain how I am doing physically, I would have to go on my normal schedule and really pay attention to everything I am doing. You know, everything I ingest and make sure that I’m getting proper rest. I really can’t say how I am feeling or if I am feeling normal or even what it is like to feel normal until I get back to my normal routine. Because honestly, I don’t know if I’m roofied half the time with this crowd.”

“Roofied! My dear, what are you talking about?”

“I don’t know. I will say that I have unusual sleeping patterns, black outs and I am doing and saying things that I normally wouldn’t. I don’t know how to explain it. My behavior coupled with what the herbalist said, leads me to believe that I have been drugged on more than one occasion in the past few weeks.”

“You don’t think Carlotta would do that to you?”

“Carlotta or the host of other people that I have met over these past few weeks.” Gina stopped herself and remembered Detective Casey and all that he had told her about that website and the things he saw on it and decided to try and change the direction that this conversation was going. “Look I am not accusing you of anything. All I am saying is that I cannot judge how my health is doing in these past few weeks of whirlwind activities. Ask me again in a few weeks when I can get back to my normal routine.”

“I will get you the best doctors and we will get your health under control, don’t worry. I will take care of you, but in the meantime, tell me, what is it that you need right now to make you happy? I know you are mourning and that will have to take its proper course. But what do you need in the immediate future? What is it that you want foremost?

“I want to be independent. I want to be able to raise my children and give them all the things they need. I don’t want them to suffer the way I did growing up. I want to make sure their needs are met and that they can reach their full potential. My salary doesn’t pay the bills; it barely covers the mortgage on our house. How are we supposed to eat? I guess what I am really afraid of is that I can’t do it alone and I will have to have a partner.” Gina groaned and sighed simultaneously at the remembrance of Reggie. “I am so grossed out at how easily I was manipulated by Reggie. Do you mind if I take a shower?”

“Sure, let me give you the grand tour of the place. I can show you where you are sleeping and you can settle in for the night.”

“Oh that sounds lovely, if you don’t mind? I am very tired. But I am also afraid that I can’t sleep.”

“The room is fully outfitted with a nice television in the armoire and the cable channels are listed on the back of the remote.”

“Perfect,” Gina said rising from her seat, taking the last sip of brandy. “Where can I put this?”

“Just leave it. This penthouse is fully staffed. But please note the living room with the magnificent view of Central Park before we start the tour, it spans the width of the penthouse.”

“It’s beautiful!”

“And through here is the dinning room, it seats 12, the butler pantry to your right is fully stocked with antique Limoges china, Baccarat Crystal and gold flatware for entertaining. The pantry leads into the gourmet kitchen. To your left, down the hall there are the guest bathrooms, rec room and study. At the end of the hall are five bedrooms; I’ll let you take the master suite. I’ll show you the rec room tomorrow if you don’t mind. I’m a bit tired myself.”

“Are you sure you want to give up the master suite?”

“All the bedrooms here are palatial ensuite, so it really doesn’t matter darling.”

“Okay, Don thanks again,” Gina said rising on tippy toe to give him a hug. She grabbed her suit case as they reentered the foyer and wheeled it down the marble lined hallway noticing the fine artwork hanging on the walls as she passed, thinking of Reggie, Brad and Mikhail, wondering what she would do next.

Gina opened the French doors of the veranda off her suite and was greeted with a strong blast of artic air, but couldn’t resist just stepping out on the snow-lined veranda to grab a peek at the view. It was spectacular but the chilly night air chased her back into the master suite in less then a minute as she swiftly closed the doors behind her and took in the beautiful room. Gina quickly headed to the bathroom and started the shower testing the water temperature and thinking. Could I have made it work with Reggie? She entered the shower, enjoying the hot water shooting from the jets on all sides. Of course I couldn’t. He’s nuts! He’s certifiable! She thought as the jets massaged her back in all the right spots, slowly melting the tension away. I have got to get back home to my kids and forget all this nonsense, but is it nonsense? She queried as the shampoo ran down her body. Come April 1st, I’m back wondering how I am going to eat. I have to put the house up for sale, but then where do we go? I can’t think of it now. I have to stay in the present. I will just enjoy my stay here until I have to face reality again.

Gina toweled off, put on a t-shirt and panties, pulled back the duvet and climbed into the bed, falling fast asleep with her wet hair on the pillow.


Chapter 160

I hope you enjoyed my little Tuesday Teaser of my WIP. You can find my books and their 5 star reviews on my Amazon Author Central Page, here.

One of my biggest fans from England has done another pictorial review of my latest, Electric, The Holidays, Book 5! You can check that out on the Amazon’s United Kingdom site here.

Happy Thanksgiving! Enjoy a happy and healthy holiday season and remember to shop small business to help the little guy to thrive!

Happy Holidays!

Be on the look out for more Tuesday Teasers, Throwback Thursdays, Flashback Fridays and Manic Mondays in the coming 6 weeks.

2 thoughts on “Tuesday Teaser”

  1. I’m sorry to hear that 2016 hasn’t been good to you and your family. I hope things will settle down for all of them.
    Thanks for sharing the cat story – and for the intriguing excerpt!

    1. I am glad you enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you for your support! Book 6 is moving at a rapid pace, drawing to some surprising conclusions. I will publish one or two more sneak peaks before the book is published! So keep an eye out for those, and make it a great day!

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