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Seven Year Rule
Rules just don't apply to some people... Whitney and Mason's life was perfect. When Beth explained her Seven Year Theory. They scoffed at the idea of the seventh year of marriage being the make it or break it year for most couples. That theory didn't apply to them. They were the perfect couple. Their brand new house overlooked a spacious lake. Their brand new cars were state of the art. Their careers were taking off at an accelerated rate. Their sex life was incredible. Their lives were perfect. When Whitney's widower brother-in-law dies, leaving three small children in their care, their perfect lives are torn apart. Raising children was never part of the plan. Raising children requires sacrifice. Sacrifice they never intended to make. Sacrifice that could bring chaos to their perfect way of life. Sacrifice that could bring an end to their perfect marriage. Sacrifice, that if not done correctly could bring an end to a child's life. Mason considered himself incredibly lucky to have a wife like Whitney. She was beautiful, sexy, smart, had a professional attitude toward life and she wasn't interested in starting a family. When Whitney's widower brother-in-law was killed leaving his three small children in Whitney and Mason's charge, Mason is exposed to a new side of Whitney. A side he was not prepared for, a side he never thought he'd see. Suddenly Mason's world was filled with diapers and stains. His perfectly coiffed wife quickly transformed into an unkempt mother of three living in jeans and carrying a diaperbag as a purse. Mason's needs were no longer being filled. His house was a noisy mess. There was a 6 year old boy looking to him for fatherly attention. But fatherhood requires a man to live for his children and not himself. Mason was not prepared to do that, but how could he walk away from Whitney in her hour of need?
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I have one of those brains that won't turn off at night. Many nights I would distract my intellect by revamping a movie, book or TV show in my mind. I would twist and turn the plots and characters to achieve the ending I preferred. That developed into side stories about my favorite minor characters. Each night I fell asleep in the middle of a grand adventure. It wasn't long before I began to create stories of my own and put pen to paper.
I love a good adventure. I love a good romance. As the mother of seven children, I also learned to love to play video games. One day it occurred to me to write an adventure that flowed like a video game and I added a touch of romance. Thus, Hypnotic Journey was born. The HJ characters are like a family to me. They are foolish, daring, resourceful, passionate and dedicated to their friends.
My love for Science Fiction gave birth to the Treborel Series. It’s a paranormal Sci-Fi romance featuring a psychotic villain and a multiple layer
of hero's fighting to survive the chaos.
I write about how friendship and love can carry you through situations that you might not otherwise survive. You will find my stories exciting and steamy, but I am not an erotic writer. My stories fade to dark when the steam begins to rise, but take it from me, the steam does rise and emotions do soar.
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Author top 10
1. A good exciting scifi/fantasy book
2. The Hobbit movies
3. A dozen roses on a special occasion
4. Drive-in theater- why oh why are they disappearing!
5. Anything pink
6. Kind people
7. Sitting on a beach with a good book
8. The mountains
9. My dog Jack- when he's not barking
10. My family
Blake slid from Whitney's lap. The four year old boy went to the rail to gaze down at the football game in the yard below. Molly went to stand by his side, pulling him back slightly from the wobbly rail. When the game was over, Josh and the others brought the Zack, who was six and Jake, twelve back up to the deck.
“How about some ice cream?” Beth offered.
Beth and Whitney went inside to make some ice cream cones. Amy held Ashley, who cuddled up next to her large stomach and yawned. Blake walked over to Josh and raised his hands. Josh lifted him up and sat down on the bench across from Amy.
Randy tossed the football lightly to Jake and said, “Good game, Jake. We are still the reigning champions.”
Jake grinned and looked at Zack, “We didn’t beat you and Mason by much. Next time it’s going to be a real face-off. Go long!”
Zack beamed with pride and turned to run toward the far end of the deck. Jake threw the ball high in the air. Amy rose to her feet as Zack neared the rail, her eyes wide in horror. He wasn’t slowing his pace.
“Zack! Stop!” Amy yelled.
Seeing the fear in Amy’s face, Mason spun and rushed toward Zack. Zack fell backward, hard onto the rail. It collapsed from his weight. Mason grabbed on to Zack as he fell. He pulled the boy to him, surrounding him with his body. They both flew into the open air and down toward the cement around the pool.
“Amy! Call 911!” Randy ordered, racing to follow Josh down the steps.
Amy grabbed Blake and handed him to Molly saying, “Take him inside and get Whitney and your mom! Jake, take Ashley! Stay here!”
Mason landed on his back by the edge of the pool, with a sickening thud. He and Zack rolled into the deep end of the pool. Josh and Randy dove in after them. Josh grabbed Zack, who was struggling to reach the surface. Josh pulled Zack to him. He placed Zack on the cement, at the edge of the pool. Then turned and dove toward Randy, who was surfacing with an unconscious Mason.
Zack was crying hysterically when Amy reached him. She knelt down beside him and pulled him into her arms.
“Are you hurt?” She asked breathlessly, searching him for any signs of trauma.
Zack didn’t answer; instead, he clung to her, burying his face in her chest. Whitney and Beth ran to their side. Beth scooped Zack up and handed him to Whitney, then pulled Amy to her feet. Whitney kissed and hugged Zack, then checked him over quickly. Satisfied he was not hurt she handed him to Beth and rushed to where Josh and Randy were pulling Mason from the pool.
“He’s not breathing,” Randy said. He quickly laid Mason on his back.
Josh listened to Mason’s chest and said, “His heart is beating.” Then blew two puffs of air into Mason’s lungs, Mason didn’t respond.
Whitney knelt beside Mason. His head was covered in blood, “Mason, no, no, Mason,” She whispered, tears streamed down her face.
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