Jacquie Biggar-USA Today Best-selling author

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Day: November 1, 2020

by Jacquie Biggar November 1, 2020 5

‘Fiction In A Flash Challenge Week #23 Entry Part 1) by John Howell @HowellWave and Suzanne Burke @pursoot #IARTG #WritingPrompts #WritingCommunity #FlashFiction

Originally posted on Welcome to the World of Suzanne Burke.:
Hello everyone and a warm welcome to Part 1) of the entries for my weekly: “Fiction…

by Jacquie Biggar November 1, 2020 12

Autumn Leaves- #SundayStills #Photography #Challenge

This week’s Sunday Stills Challenge is all about Leaves Check out Terri Webster Schrandt’s awesome blog to see more andContinue Reading

My name is Jacquie Biggar. When I’m not acting like a total klutz I am a wife, mother of one, grandmother, and a butler to my calico cat.
My guilty pleasures are reality tv shows like Amazing Race and The Voice. I can be found every Monday night in my armchair plastered to the television laughing at Blake's shenanigans.
I love to hang out at the beach with DH (darling hubby) taking pictures or reading romance novels (what else?).
I have a slight Tim Hortons obsession, enjoy gardening, everything pink, and talking to my friends- so shoot me an email!

I’d been poor as shit for my entire life. I’d learned to roll with it most days. Other times, like this morning, it punched me in the teeth.

In Harmony- Emma Scott

I’ve never been hit in the face. My mother didn’t bother disciplining me. Though I saw men hit her and my aunt from time to time, no man has ever hit me, so I didn’t know. I couldn’t have known that the first hit, that baptism into violence, doesn’t just sting the flesh. It startles the soul.

Long Shot- Kennedy Ryan

His children were left behind, like a sock in a drawer that was almost empty, and that was a million times worse than if there was nothing left at all.

Bring Down the Stars- Emma Scott

I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, asking it to be a doughnut.

Lost and Found Sisters- Jill Shalvis

Ragged police tape swung from the columns. The double-wide front door had been blown open, like the house had died mid-scream. Like it is still screaming.

Every Deep Desire- Sharon Wray