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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Seven months pregnant with three small children and a new job was difficult for most women even with a spouse at their side. Whitney was alone, but she was strong. She would not be broken. When her boys ask to take karate lessons like their friends, Whitney shifts her budget to accommodate them. It sounded like a good outlet for their emotions and energy. The one thing she didn’t plan on was her attraction to the soft spoken, muscular karate instructor. Whitney wasn’t looking for love, romance or a lover, especially someone so masculine, so outgoing, so handsome, so sexy as Heath Dixon.
Instead, Whitney concentrates on work and her children. A new client, Veronica Nelson, an elderly woman with a sweet smile hires Whitney as her corporate attorney. Whitney discovers Veronica has an intellectual property rights claim against a lucrative corporation that owes her millions of dollars. Veronica client refuses to go to the police. Instead, she asks Whitney to rewrite her Will.
Shortly thereafter Veronica dies mysteriously. Thus begins a chain of events that spiral quickly out of control. Whitney discovers there are some things she cannot face alone and finds herself turning to the only man who can protect her.
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When Veronica was seated in front of her desk, Whitney hit her keyboard to light up her screen and glanced down at the pile of files on her desk. “I found a discrepancy in all of these contracts,” Whitney began. “Your husband owned the companies Consolidated Holdings purchased. These companies were not publicly owned. He was the sole proprietor. He was also the creator of the prototype all five companies used in the marine engines they built. You sold the companies which included the land, building, inventory, and equipment, but you did not sell the copyright to the prototype. Upon your husband’s death, the copyright reverted to you along with his other possessions.”
Veronica’s face turned to stone. Her expression was one of intense interest, but no emotion surfaced as Whitney continued. “I found an addendum attached to the first sale to Consolidated Holdings. It closed a few months prior to your husband’s death and stated your husband was entitled to twenty percent the company’s profits based on the copyright. The document was worded such that it covered all future transactions regarding the prototype so all four of the following transactions that occurred would be subject to the same financial obligation.”
Whitney stopped to give Veronica a moment to absorb the information. “My calculations indicate that Consolidated Holdings owes you twenty percent of all five companies’ profits from the last three years which is equal to slightly more than thirty million dollars.”
Veronica nodded silently and glanced down at her hands. “What course of action do you propose we take?”
Whitney studied her carefully. She wasn’t surprised by the news. “I can draft a demand letter for payment wording it to indicate we believe it was an oversight. I can set up a meeting and deliver it in person to the CFO of Consolidated Holdings or his attorney. We can meet with them together or I can handle it alone, whichever you prefer.”
“Have they broken the law?” Veronica asked.
“Not if they respond to our demand,” Whitney explained. “And they will, they must.”
Whitney thought she saw the sadness in Veronica’s eyes. It was there for only an instant, and then vanished. The elegant older woman took a slow deep breath and sighed. “I am not interested in a demand letter at this time. I will approach the CFO personally. He knows what he’s done and now I know it too. However, I would like to revise my will.” Veronica opened the purse that sat on her lap and pulled out an envelope. “It’s very simple. I’d like to leave my personal estate to this woman and I want to make you as executrix of my personal holdings. A copy of my first will is on the disk inside.
It should be a simple matter of cutting and pasting the details into a new will. I want to keep everything the same except for my personal holdings. Everything else should go to the boys.”
She handed Whitney the envelope. The words, Juliette Tullis, Utah were written on the front. Whitney stared at it in stunned silence. “Veronica, are you certain you want to do this? There are so many considerations. You don’t have to leave this woman your entire estate. You could set up a trust instead. I’m happy to rewrite your will, but you hardly know me. Making me executrix is an important decision you should not take lightly.”
Veronica nodded and said, “I have made my decision and it’s final. This is exactly why I chose you. You are more concerned about me than the money you will make from executing my will. Whitney, when you reach a certain age, you find that most of your friends and loved ones are gone. This is exactly why I must now come to terms with my past. You and I share a sad kinship as widows. A part of our souls have already left this world to be with our late husbands. We see the world through the jaded eyes of mourning. We feel a loss that others cannot understand. This, enlightenment, for a lack of a better word, tends to leave us with a sad clarity. You and I no longer live in the present. Instead we spend our time mourning the past and yearning for the future we have lost.”
Whitney tried to force back the tears, but they streamed down her cheeks. Veronica leaned forward and touched Whitney’s hand adding, “Oh darling, the pain will fade, but the memories will remain. They are precious and should be cherished, but life goes on. It must go on. I’ve learned to look beyond myself and those closest to me. In doing so, I found a greater purpose that I am embarrassed to say I’ve ignored for many years. I have decided to rectify the situation. This revision will cleanse my soul and lighten my spirits. I can feel it in my heart. It tells me to trust you. It tells me you will see this through for me, no matter what the cost when the time comes.”
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