Groovy Kind Of Life

For those of you following my novel…….. Chapter One Oscar whimpered, interrupting Emily’s thoughts. She had loaded up the demented dog with her suitcase. She couldn’t leave him with Eddie. Eddie couldn’t take care of himself, much less the dog. After riding around for a couple of hours, the dog prob

For those of you who have asked to read my entry……. 2012 Jambalaya Writers’ Conference contest winners: Novel Excerpt Contest Winners First Place: Bonnie Rehage for Inconvenient Promises Second Place: Charlotte “CJ” Parker for Murderous Visions Third Place: Alisha Vincent for Crossroads Honorable Me

For those of you who asked to read my contest entry, here goes…..Feel free to comment, I haven’t submitted it yet…LOL….   She was crying. She was staring at a McDonald’s McRib billboard, stopped at a red light, she had tears streaming down her face. The tears had nothing to do with the McRib, and [.

She hated him. Every furious stroke of her bass guitar was for him. She glared at him. Famous? The small hole in the wall they were playing at could barely afford to pay them, and pay attention? The customers’ focus was on the college football game on the big screen. “Go! Go! Go!…..Yes!” Grace could

As part of my resolution to write more, and actually maybe get published again this year, I’ve created a new site that will focus on being single. I’ll still write here, but it will be about my random musings on life and the occasional bit of fiction…..Check it out! http://queenalishaslovebites.word

She was crying. She was staring at a McDonald’s McRib billboard, stopped at a stoplight, she had tears streaming down her face. The tears had nothing to do with the McRib, and everything to with the foreclosure notice sitting there on the passenger side. She hadn’t told Eddie yet. Two more turns and

Carly was exhausted. She rubbed her eyes and tucked a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. “Dammit.” she muttered as she tried to blink her contact back into place. “You okay?” her twin brother, Gage, asked, looking over at her from the driver’s seat. Even in the dark she could see the fatigue in [..