Prologue / Sam: September 13th

Posted on February 17, 2017 by

This is an unedited, not cleaned up scene which will probably make into the novel I’ve been working on for the last year or so. Would love your feedback !  The last time I saw Brenna was her sixteenth birthday, September 14, two years ago. The day before her birthday was a Friday. I’ll, Read More

In three days, Donald J. Trump will be inaugurated as the 45th President of the United States. It’s difficult for me to describe the level of concern I have. It’s so difficult to describe that I haven’t even tried to write about it. I’ve been glued to the headlines since sometime last spring, watching, Read More

Introducing Matt & Zoe

Posted on February 12, 2016 by

Introducing Matt & Zoe. When Army Sergeant Zoe Welch learns of the tragic death of her parents in a car accident, she has one concern: the care of her eight-year-old sister Jasmine. Once discharged from the Army, Zoe travels home from Tokyo to a life she never planned on. Matt Paladino is Jasmine’s 3rd, Read More

Una Canción Para Julia

Posted on June 12, 2015 by

Amazon Google Play   Todo el mundo debería tener algo en contra de que rebelarse… Crank Wilson salió de su casa del sur de Boston a los dieciséis años para formar una banda punk y consumir su rabia en el mundo. Seis años más tarde, todavía está en desacuerdo con su padre, un policía, Read More

Em breve: Thompson Sisters novelas em Português

A View From Forever Release Day

Posted on April 20, 2015 by

It’s here! Dylan and Alex’s story, released today. *** Dylan Paris is a working class kid from Atlanta. A former high school dropout who is trying to clean up his act, Dylan is stunned to be selected for a six-week foreign exchange program to Israel. Alex Thompson is the daughter of a wealthy US, Read More

Leave Her Alone (Dylan)

Posted on April 16, 2015 by

A Preview of A View From Forever Alex doesn’t say anything. She just stares forward. I frown. I wasn’t expecting her to jump at me or to throw flowers at me as if I were her champion or some- thing, but a simple thanks might have been nice. What the hell? Instead, she’s sitting there,, Read More

Let me see your eyes (Dylan)

Posted on April 14, 2015 by

  The knock on the door is followed by the appearance of John, one of my new bunkmates, who opens it and sticks his head in, his short, extremely curly hair still wet from the shower. “Yo, Mike, Dylan,” he barks, loud enough I’m startled. “Let’s head into town.” I look up. I’m laying, Read More

  Blah, blah blah. That’s what the speakers have been saying for the last forty-five minutes at the reception at the American-Israel Friendship League. Blah blah blah. First they’ve been thanking people none of us have ever heard of for making cooperation between the two countries possible. A retired ambassador speaks, followed by someone, Read More

Yet another love poem

Posted on April 9, 2015 by

Hasn’t everything already been written about love? I don’t know. You see, Love isn’t just about all flowers and shit. it ain’t about the dance, or the ring, it’s not about the house, or the romance. Love isn’t lavender, It’s not poppies Or tulips, Or delicate white roses. It’s not the flesh of that, Read More

  No politics on the first date (Dylan) The woman behind the counter has hair cut about to her chin, longer at the front and shorter in the back. It’s dyed a bronze color, and I can’t tell her age or even her general appearance because the makeup she wears is thick as wood-grain, Read More

Yet another love poem

Posted on March 21, 2015 by

Hasn’t everything already been written about love? I don’t know. You see, Love isn’t just about all flowers and shit. it ain’t about the dance, or the ring, it’s not about the house, or the romance. Love isn’t lavender, It’s not poppies Or tulips, Or delicate white roses. It’s not the flesh of that, Read More