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From the time I was twelve years old, I knew I wanted to be a writer. That year I wrote a short story called Count Daffodil for my English Assignment. It garnered me an A and was read aloud through the school’s loudspeaker system. Needless to say, after that I was hooked.

I grew up, got married, raised a family and left my writing urges to simmer in the background unattended.

I owned and operated a successful diner in my hometown for a number of wonderful years. Now I’m ready to take up the writing reins and see how far I can travel.

I expect it to be an exciting, new journey and would be honored to have your company along the way.











Annie Campbell has made a good life for her and her young son in the mountain town of Tidal Falls. She’s dating the sheriff, owns a successful business, and has the support of the community. So why isn’t it quite enough?

Jared Martin left Tidal Falls a hotheaded youth, and now, after eight years in the military, he returns a bitter, disillusioned man.

Then he finds out he’s a father.

When an old enemy follows and causes mayhem in the small town, can Jared overcome the odds to protect the woman he’s always loved and the child he never knew, or will it be too late?





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“Talk to me, Martin. So help me God, if you don’t answer…”

“They’re gone, Chief.” Jared hated even putting voice to the words. “That dirty mother-fucker took them and I couldn’t stop him.” Defeat and self-loathing turned his stomach inside out. He swiped a shaky hand down his face and smacked his thigh. “What am I going to do?”

“First, tell me what the hell is going on. Then call the local PD and tell them what you told me, understand?”

The impact of what had just happened hit him. He sunk to his knees, right there in the middle of the empty street. Lights had blinked on in the nearby homes. He could see families sitting down together for dinner, smiling, chatting, without a worry in the world.

“Did I tell you I have a son, Frank?” Jared kept his gaze focused on those happy families and slowly the ache in his chest turned to rage and retribution. “I have a son. That bastard Sergei Barnikov just signed his own death warrant. I gotta go, Chief.” He slammed the phone shut, jumped to his feet, turned toward the cop shop, and froze.

Annie faced him, fist pressed against her mouth. Her eyes shone with despair while tears streamed down her face. She stared at him with denial.



The fist lowered, reached for him. His feet unglued, and he hurried the last few steps to her side, grasping her cold hand. “Annie, I’m so sorry. I tried to stop him. I really did.”

“We were on our way to have some ice cream. I told the kids to put their bikes around back and meet me at Grace’s,” she whispered, all but shrinking before him. Jared gently pulled her into his arms and just held on. She resisted at first, then gave in. Her head nestled against his heart seeking solace as she leaned into him. “Why didn’t I follow them, Jared? I should have followed them.” She began to cry in earnest, big racking sobs that shook her whole body and soaked his shirt.

Helpless, Jared ran his hands up and down her spine. When the tears slowed somewhat he cradled her head and tipped it back so she’d look at him. Tears ravaged her face, bathed with light from the streetlamps. It broke his heart. He placed a gentle kiss upon her forehead. “Honey, it’s not your fault. Please, Annie, none of this is your fault, okay? Don’t blame yourself. If you want to hate someone, I’m the one who brought that pig to town, hate me.”

“Who is he, Jared? What does he want? Why did he take my babies?” Her voice rose with each question as panic set in. “How are we going to find them? God, what if he hurts them?”

He wished he had a positive answer to give her. He didn’t. Truth was, he had no idea what the Russian had planned. Best-case scenario would be ransom, or a swap. His worthless hide for the children’s. But he just didn’t know.

“C’mon honey, let’s head over to the police station. Maybe your friend Jack can help.” Right now Jared would take anyone’s offer of assistance.

Annie pulled away and rubbed her face on her sleeve before straightening her clothes. They moved quietly down the street for a few moments. “You know, don’t you?” she asked with a brief sideways glance, before turning her gaze back to the path they were taking.

Her words caused the last of his doubts to fade along with the anger and betrayal. “Yeah, I know.” He halted their progress and waited until she faced him. “He’s a beautiful little boy, Annie. We need to talk about this. Soon. But for right now, let’s just worry about getting them back safe and sound, okay?”

Annie sniffled and continued down the street, but not before she closed the distance between them and slid her fingers around his. Jared’s heart squeezed back.


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  1. Can’t say enough good stuff about you, Jacquie. You’re not only a nice person, you’re a really good writer and “The Rebel’s Redemption” is top notch.

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    1. Hi my friend 🙂 So glad you stopped by. Thanks for all the help you and the rest of LL gave me on the road to publishing. Couldn’t have managed without you!


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