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While taking a break from the Chrysalis series, I have started a new one. Yes, yes, I know. Taking a break means moving away from the computer and relaxing, but that’s not how I roll. Book 1 of my new series is nearing completion and I will post the first chapter in January. Here is a small teaser for your enjoyment.

All that Kelsey had thought to be true her entire life, shattered upon hearing her grandmother’s deathbed confession; her parents had not died in a fire when she was three.

Along with a box of letters and cards sent to her grandparents when she was a child, her grandmother shared the awful truth that, although her parents had planned to return for her, they never did. For reasons unknown, her mother’s family would never accept her, and there was someone who wanted her dead. Having promised to never remove it, the necklace she wears is the only thing protecting her.

Her only clues are what she finds in the box, which isn’t much. The cards in the box were purchased in Placer City, South Dakota – a place unbeknown to the mortal world, where magickals lived. Unaware of that fact, Kelsey embarks on a journey to find her parents, learn who wants her dead, and discover how and why the necklace protects her.

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Book Reports

Writing book reports in school was not one of my favorite things so my praise goes out to those that write reviews.

I remember those summer vacations, receiving the letter reminding my parents of the summer reading requirements and the book reports that were to accompany them. I truly hated it.

It was summer vacations for crying out loud. I didn't mind reading the books, I just didn't want to write about them. "They sent the list. Surely they must have read the story," I reasoned. "Why did they need me to tell them about it?"

I went to a parochial school, grades 1 through 7, before my family moved to the country. The school and the church were directly across the street from my home. The nuns lived five houses down and the priests lived in the home attached to the church. Needless to say, I saw them often.

Whenever the nuns needed an errand done, they called my mother and I was summoned. Our neighborhood was small -- my mother's voice carried well.

When I went to their home for the errand instructions, I was always met with a warm smile and a very pleasant hello, from whoever answered the door. Upon my return of the completed task, I was again met with a warm smile, a polite thank you and a reward of a cookie, but always, always before I left, I was asked how my reading assignment was going...the nuns knew me well.

As hard as I tried, I could not condense the report to the required size and in my day, personal computers were none existent. We did have typewriters, I'm not that old, but typing classes were not offered in the primary grades -- that was high school.

Of course, I always waited until the very last days of summer vacation to write my reports. I was not as organized as my older sister. She read her books then wrote the report...duh!

But now, I truly wished I had learned the art of condensing my readings into a page. My husband has always said I could not tell a reader's digest version of anything even if my life depended upon it. I, being me, take exception to that fact...if my life depended upon it, I'm sure I could be brief.

Although, I am not writing a book report or a review, I am trying to write a brief synopsis of my first two books. I want to put it at the beginning of book 3 for those who wish to read this book and choose to not read this series from the beginning. As you can tell, I'm procrastinating...

Any help or words of encouragement are truly appreciated...

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