Susan K. Droney, Author

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163376672026-07-29T14:00:00.126-04:00Susan K. Droney, AuthorBook reviews, upcoming works, excerpts, chitchatSuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.comBlogger809125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-61285645350595022102026-07-29T14:00:00.000-04:002026-07-29T14:00:00.122-04:00Wednesday's Blurbs – Shattered Vows<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> All Farrel Drake wanted was a normal family life for her two daughters and herself. When her second marriage ends up worse than the first with daily physical, emotional and verbal abuse, Farrel seeks the help of a counselor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She eventually finds the courage to leave her husband and settles into a happy routine with her daughters. Just when Farrel's starting to believe her new beginning will work, threatening phone calls shatter her peace. When Farrel realizes fear is no longer able to rule her life, her real new beginning starts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Vows-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1951642007/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&qid=1573844177&sr=8-1 ">Amazon</a><br /></span></p><p><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shattered-vows-susan-k-droney/1134683262?ean=2940160903620 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></p><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-61276521115757549092026-07-28T12:16:27.082-04:002026-07-28T12:16:27.082-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – Silent Dreams<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Josh owns you now, Blaine. You’re his girl—his exclusive property—until he decides if and when to share you," she cried. "Don’t you see? I had no choice and I never wanted you to become involved in this. But once Josh Barnes sets his mind on something, there’s no stopping him." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"What are you talking about, Kami? Nobody owns me." Her eyes narrowed as she looked into Kami’s haunted eyes. "What’s really going on?" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Tears rolled down Kami’s face. "How did you possibly think that I could afford all of this?" she asked, throwing her arms up. "Are you that naive? A private secretary doesn’t make enough to afford this kind of luxury or to live in an apartment in this neighborhood. Josh owns this building and everyone in it." She took a deep breath. "I sell my body for money. You deserve to know the truth. Surely you must have wondered about all the nights I told you I was busy and especially the obvious fact that I never had a steady man in my life. I couldn’t." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Blaine stared in disbelief. "I don’t want to hear any more," she moaned, placing her hands over her ears. "Get away from me! You make me sick." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Kami grabbed her hands and held them tightly. "You have to listen to me!" she pleaded. "I belong to Josh and so do the other girls and there is nothing we can do about it! Don’t you think we’ve tried? If there was a way to get out, I would have done it a long time ago."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available In Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Silent-Dreams-Susan-K-Drony-ebook/dp/B01NAH0JX7/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1485190769&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=silent+dreams+by+susan+k.+droney "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-36655173379655818132026-07-28T11:48:57.631-04:002026-07-28T11:48:57.632-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – Maggie Quinn<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Patrick dropped to his knees by the other side of the bed and took his mother's hands, while Maggie set the bowl on the table and then sat quietly looking at Catherine's drawn face. Every breath she took was an effort as she struggled to speak.   </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"We're here, Ma," Maggie whispered. "Paddy and I are here."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Where's Paddy?" Her faded eyes struggled to focus. "Paddy?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I'm here, Ma." His eyes welled with tears and he swallowed hard.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Catherine slightly turned her head and focused her eyes on Patrick. Maggie leaned closer and Catherine, with great effort, slightly turned her head as her lips tried to form a smile. "My beautiful children." Her voice was growing weaker, and Patrick and Maggie had to strain to hear her. She paused and drew a ragged breath after each word, struggling to make herself heard. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Every breath she took was labored as though it would be her last, and Maggie swallowed the lump in her throat as she listened. Her eyes misted, but she knew her mother couldn't see. "Don't try to talk, Ma," Maggie said quietly. "Keep your strength."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"No. I need to talk."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Maggie glanced at Paddy. His eyes revealed that he was as frightened as she was at their mother's worsening health. She didn't know how to help her mother and did the only thing she could do, which was to offer up another silent prayer for her healing. But she had to face the truth. The Lord would soon take her beloved mother the same as He’d taken Da and her brothers and sisters. She wanted to scream and pound her fists. What had they done to deserve this? She drew a deep breath. No, her faith was being tested. She had to hold on. She had to accept whatever burdens the Lord had placed on their family. She couldn't forsake everything Ma had taught her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Formats:  Hardcover, Paperback, or Ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Maggie-Quinn-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1629898473 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-5507721342425389992026-07-22T14:00:00.000-04:002026-07-22T14:00:00.113-04:00Wednesday's Blurbs – All I Want Is You<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Rachel Sanderson, a pretty young woman struggling to support her young son, meets handsome firefighter Caleb Jason. Long dormant feelings in her come to life. As their relationship intensifies, she makes the decision to tell him the secret she's been hiding and why she'd lied. Before she can tell him, though, her past comes back to haunt her.</span></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/All-Want-You-Susan-Droney-ebook/dp/B082H5LCLK/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&qid=1576640439&sr=8-1 ">Amazon</a> </span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/all-i-want-is-you-susan-k-droney/1136006214?ean=2940163948437 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></div><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-23648696530147599312026-07-15T14:00:00.024-04:002026-07-15T14:00:00.120-04:00Excerpt Wednesday - Deadly Tales<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Excerpts From All Five Stories</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I'm Waiting For You</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I'm worried about you, honey," he said again. "Hasn't it ever occurred to you how this woman you claim to see knows exactly where you'll be at any given moment and then shows up out of the blue? You're the only one who can see her."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I know," she answered, her voice softening. "I wish you could see what I do. I'm not crazy, Will. Please believe me."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I never said or thought you were, but I don't see anyone wandering down this highway. There hasn't been anyone walking on this road for the two hours we've been on it."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me," she said, but deep inside she knew what she saw was very real. She wasn't dreaming or imagining this woman.  </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It's Me</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Why are all these people standing around my car?  Maybe they are just curious as to why it's been abandoned on the side of the road.  No, that doesn't make sense, but it's the only explanation I can think of right now. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">I need to push my way through this crowd and get into my car and be on my way.  I'm pushing, but no one is even acknowledging my presence.  I'm speaking, but why aren't they responding?  Why do they appear as though they are looking right past me?  I'm waving my arms.  "Hello!  Please let me through!"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The Ducks</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He watched Sally's webbed feet as she waddled towards him, squawking as her eyes beheld the customary feast in his hands. He laughed as she drew closer. "Look what I have for you, Sally."  </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She grabbed the bread from his hand. The other ducks stood behind her until she'd had her fill, then watched as she stepped aside. They hungrily devoured the remains of the bread she'd left for them.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">For the past six months Joe had pondered this strange behavior, but could come up with no logical explanation. It didn't make sense. He pored over books in the library and traveled to several duck ponds, but none of those ducks acted like Sally did. She was the ultimate leader. Joe watched carefully as her followers finished eating, then looked at her. They didn't move. They never did until she gave the signal…a slight nod of her head. Sally eyed him cautiously, then tilted her head, and led the group back to the other side of the pond.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The Ticket</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Aside from his obvious joy of making his employees' lives miserable, Harry Ranko had one other passion—playing the lottery. He was constantly waiting for the big one and had grandiose plans for his winnings, which he didn't hesitate to share with Rosie. The money he threw away weekly on the lottery would have supported Rosie and Bart for a month. Ranko was already a wealthy man and he made sure everyone he met knew it. He had no sympathy for those less fortunate-the more money he made, the more he wanted, and the less he wanted to part with.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Every Thursday Harry Ranko called Rosie into his office to check the numbers on his tickets. Why he trusted her with this task he'd never said and she'd never asked, but would dutifully enter his office after the others had left for the day. His small beady eyes widened with glee when he learned he had a winner no matter how small the payoff. It was his obsession.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The Stranger</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The girl looked into her eyes, then flashed her a toothy smile. "I'll have a milkshake, Jenny."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Jenny was caught off guard by the child's familiarity. "I don't believe I've ever met you before. How did you know my name?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"You never met me, but you knew my daddy."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The waitress frowned. "Where is your father? What's his name?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"He used to come here all the time when he was on the road driving his truck. He told me all about you and other people in this town. He said it was just about the friendliest place on earth." She smiled again.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Jenny was puzzled. "Is he in the restroom?" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"He's not with me, but he's in the most beautiful place," she replied softly.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"What's his name?" Jenny asked again.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"May I please have my milkshake?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/deadly-tales-susan-k-droney/1112315738?ean=9781105855412">Barnes & Noble</a>   <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.lulu.com/shop/susan-k-droney/deadly-tales/ebook/product-1ggj4ky5.html?page=1&pageSize=4">Lulu</a><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-53611775280766278052026-07-08T15:16:00.009-04:002026-07-08T15:16:00.119-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – Squeaky Squirrel<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Deep in the forest, a little squirrel named Squeaky lived with his mother and father, older brother, Sam, and twin sisters, Jenny and Julie. Actually, Squeaky's real name was Simon, but he'd been nicknamed Squeaky because every time he talked, his voice made squeaky sounds.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> All through the long summer days, Squeaky and his brother and sisters frolicked and swung back and forth from tree to tree as they chased one another in a game of tag. Squeaky loved summertime best of all and wished it would last forever, but when he felt the first nip in the gentle winds that blew through the trees, he knew that it would soon be time to go back to school. He didn't mind school. He'd just rather be playing in the forest all day.  </span></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Squeaky-Squirrel-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B00RYLMA2Y/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1431057796&sr=8-2&keywords=Susan+K.+Droney">Amazon</a>   <br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/squeaky-squirrel-susan-droney/1009077223?ean=2940046572421 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-35935098801851537482026-07-01T14:00:00.031-04:002026-07-01T14:00:00.144-04:00Excerpt Wednesday - The Adventures Of Angel <p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Excerpts From All Eight Stories</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel's New Friends</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"What are you doing in the forest?" Lou asked. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I'm looking for some friends to play with." She looked around herself. "Where's everybody?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Lou stretched. "Sleeping. That's all everybody does, is sleep." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Want to play tag, Lou?" Angel asked. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Sure, but you're it," he growled, tapping her on the head. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">They laughed and frolicked for over an hour and ran deeper into the forest. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel's Band</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Butterfly's going to tell us how music is made," Angel eagerly said. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Piddy joined the circle. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Uh hem." Butterfly cleared her throat. "An instrument is anything that makes a pleasant sound. Let me see." She flew around the barn, finally lighting on an old turned upside down tin cup. "Angel, tap on this." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel hopped over to the tin cup. She placed her hands on top and gently tapped on it.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"No, no, no," Butterfly said, flying around her in circles. "You must tap it harder." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel brought her hands down harder. "It doesn't sound very good, Butterfly. In fact it sounds awful!" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">The others agreed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Butterfly flew once again around the barn, finally sitting down next to an old wooden spoon. "Use this," she said. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel grabbed the wooden spoon and tapped lightly on the tin cup. She excitedly hopped up and down. "I made music!" she exclaimed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel and The Watchdog</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Butterfly sat on the ground in front of her. "The house is too close to the road. Farmer Zack worries that someone may accidentally wander into the road and get hurt." She pointed to the tall fence separating Angel from the front yard. "That's why he built that big fence." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel hopped over to the fence. "I think he meant that only for the farm animals," she insisted. "He certainly couldn't have meant it for the garden animals," she stated.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I believe he meant it for all the animals living on the farm," Butterfly said. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel studied the fence. She looked up at the enormous height, then down to the ground. She hopped closer. "I bet I can crawl under that old fence," she bragged. She lay on the ground and tried to push herself under the narrow opening, but found herself just a little bit larger than the opening. "Hmmm," she said as she bounced back and forth for a few minutes.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel's Wish</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"But Herman will come back. We have to do something for Herman," Angel insisted. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Let's all think about what we can do for Herman," Butterfly said. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">They huddled together deep in thought. Finally Angel jumped up and down, clapping her hands. "I know what we can do! We can wish Herman better!" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Growl. What good will that do?" Lou asked. "I wish for lots of things, but that doesn't mean I ever get everything I wish for. Usually I don't get anything I wish for," he frowned.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Yes," the others agreed with Lou. "Wishing won't help Herman to get better." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"It's better than doing nothing at all," Angel protested.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Butterfly sat on Angel's back. "Angel's right. Wishing is better than doing nothing at all." She looked at Lou. "Sometimes our wishes don't come true because we may be wishing for something that's not good for us, like too many treats. If we had too many treats, then that could make us sick. Or wishing for it never to rain again. That wouldn't be a good idea because then the fields would dry up and we would have no food to eat or water to drink. But when a wish is for someone else instead of ourselves, then that's the nicest kind of wish there is."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel's Parade</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I have an important announcement," Angel said in a serious voice as her friends gathered around her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Moo! What is it, Angel?" Herman asked as Leo ran to his side. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Piddy and Lou hurried over to her, with Bugg and Danny following behind them. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Butterfly flew overhead. "Everyone, please listen to Angel's announcement." She rapidly flapped her wings up and down. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel cleared her throat. "Our band is getting better and better every day." She looked at Butterfly. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Hmmm…yes," Butterfly replied. "It is much better than when we first started."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"We're going to make a marching band and be a parade. Everybody pick up your instruments and then stand in line, and when Butterfly calls your name, make a sound on your instrument."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">A Secret For Angel</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Lou frowned. "We can't tell you what the secret is, Angel." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Oh, please tell me, Lou," she begged. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"We can't, or it wouldn't be a secret." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Does everybody else know what the secret is?" Angel asked. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Lou nodded. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Well, then tell me and we'll all know." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"We would if we could, but we can't," Piddy said, looking at the others. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Do Herman, Leo, Bugg and Butterfly know the secret?" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Yes, Angel, we all know the secret," Danny answered. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She wiggled her nose. "Doesn't anyone want me to know the secret?" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Growl. We have to go now, Angel. We'll see you later." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Tears filled her eyes. "Okay, then. Goodbye, everyone," she said sadly as she slowly hopped away.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel's Glasses</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Butterfly tapped Angel's head. "You're it, Angel." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel looked around as everyone scattered. She hopped and ran as fast as she could to catch Danny. She reached out to tag him, but he ran as fast as a walrus could out of her reach. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Danny smiled. Usually he was tagged right away, but today was different. He wondered if he was getting faster. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel suddenly stopped, then rubbed her eyes. She squinted as Danny hurried away. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"What's the matter, Angel?" Butterfly asked worriedly. "Why didn't you tag Danny?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"My eyes are blurry again," she said as she looked at the others coming toward her. She blinked a few times, but they were still blurry.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel's New Sister</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Angel, the baby is going to be a part of our family, whether you want her to be or not. That's not going to change. I need you to help me get the nest ready." She patted Angel's head. "You'll always be my special girl." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel crinkled up her nose. "Can I go play with my friends now, Mommy?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Yes, but make sure you're back in time for supper." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel hurriedly hopped out of the garden. She scurried over to the flower garden, seeing Butterfly sitting on top of a sunflower. "Hi, Butterfly." She waved.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Butterfly flew over to her and landed in front of her. "I was waiting for you, Angel. What do you want to do today?" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel shrugged. "I don't know." She sat down and put her face in her hands. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Don't you feel well, Angel?" Butterfly asked worriedly. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I feel fine, Butterfly." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"What's the matter then?" She tipped a wing in Angel's direction. "You look so sad."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Angel frowned. 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Butterfly asked. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Angel wrinkled her nose. "I'm going to find some new friends to play with!" she announced as she hopped away. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"No, you can't!" Butterfly warned, nervously flying around Angel in circles. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I'm a big girl," Angel stubbornly answered as she washed her face.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> "Besides, I heard Froggy telling neighbor Groundhog that he met some very nice forest animals on his vacation." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"But you'll get into trouble, Angel. Those animals and insects aren't our kind. You have to stay in the garden." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I don't care, Butterfly. I'm going to see who's in there," Angel said and scurried into the dark forest. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.extasybooks.com/angels-new-friends ">Extasy Books</a><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/angels-new-friends-susan-k-droney/1009143301?ean=2940046058116 ">Barnes & Noble</a><br /></span></p><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-53813285978450965682026-06-17T14:49:00.008-04:002026-06-17T14:49:00.126-04:00Excerpt Wednesday - Revenge<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I’ll give you your release instructions on your final visit. I’ve already gone over most of it with you. Take your medication as prescribed and report as scheduled to your outpatient counseling sessions." Dr. Gilbert Simpson shifted his heavy body in his large well-worn, stiff wooden chair, as he looked hard at the twenty-eight year old, dirty, blond-haired, blue-eyed, husky, square-jawed man sitting across from him. There was no doubt in his mind that Jackson Bridges was deeply disturbed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Jackson eyed the doctor coldly. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. "You don’t like me. I could tell from the first day I met you." He shrugged his broad shoulders. "That’s okay because the feeling’s mutual, Doc." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Simpson kept quiet as he studied him. Without the proper daily supervision and medication the hospital gave him, he would snap again. It was only a matter of time.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Revenge-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B00NF5JC6U/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1431057865&sr=8-3&keywords=Susan+K.+Droney ">Amazon</a>   <br /></span></p><p><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/revenge-susan-k-droney/1120631379?ean=2940046365450"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-21553741256127153462026-06-10T14:00:00.010-04:002026-06-10T14:00:00.127-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – The Stalker<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Jeremy sat on the bus, staring blankly out of the window. He heard the familiar echoes and tightly closed his eyes for a few seconds. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">You almost blew everything! they shouted. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">But I didn’t, his mind screamed back at them. He popped his eyes back open, then cautiously looked at the other passengers. No one made eye contact with him. They were involved in their own private thoughts. He settled back in his seat as the bus stopped and passengers got off and new ones got on. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">It’s a good thing we were there to help you keep your cool. Forget Rebecca. She’ll never be your girlfriend, they hissed. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Yes, she is! his mind shouted, repeatedly trying to drown out their screeching, hissing voices. He’d concentrate on Rebecca. Thoughts of her brought a smile to his lips. He couldn’t wait to see her again. As he willed himself to focus just on her, he chased the demons to the far corners of his mind.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Stalker-Psychological-Thriller-Susan-Droney-ebook/dp/B01C0YATPE/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=The+Stalker+by+Susan+K.+Droney&qid=1575832308&sr=8-1 ">Amazon</a>  <br /></span></p><p><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/stalker-susan-k-droney/1102295040;jsessionid=64E4BB488A84BEABEF1A57903391D7E9.prodny_store02-atgap09?ean=2940157800482 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-80701120715099236122026-06-03T14:00:00.010-04:002026-06-03T14:00:00.117-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – Over The Edge<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Maggie gazed out of the kitchen window at the thickening clouds then slowly stood up, scraping the chair across the worn linoleum floor. She hoped the impending rainstorm would give some relief to the heat. She was restless tonight, and a feeling of loneliness overtook her. She hated these melancholy moods. Sometimes they’d creep up out of nowhere, almost suffocating her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She eyed her meager possessions. This was all she had to show for years of her hard work. It hadn’t always been this way. Once she had everything she ever wanted or could possibly want, but that seemed like a lifetime ago. Right when she was at the top, an error in judgment caused her to topple and land in a crumpled heap back down at the bottom. All she could do was lie there wondering what had happened and try to claw her way back to the top. But that was never to be again. Her life would have to begin anew. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Today she lived in a tiny, rented, rundown trailer, barely able to afford the monthly rent and utilities. She was grateful to have her job as a waitress, even though it paid only minimum wage plus whatever tips her customers gave her. She had quickly learned that a customer would be more willing to part with his hard-earned cash if she were friendly. In time she felt a distinctive bond growing with the regulars, as they became the family she yearned for, filling the empty void within her. Her friendliness toward them soon became less forced and instead genuinely sincere. Maggie had grown accustomed to their stories and jokes, and when they talked about their families and adventures, she felt like she was a part of their lives. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Over-Edge-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B01FZRE81O">Amazon</a><br /></span></p><p><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/over-the-edge-susan-k-droney/1100074507?ean=9781629894805 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-7097630713243324372026-05-27T14:00:00.015-04:002026-05-27T14:00:00.122-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – Silent Dreams<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He moved closer to Blaine. "Stand up," he said softly, extending a hand to help her to her feet. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She cocked a suspicious eye at him. "Why?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> "Because I asked you to," he answered in the same soft voice. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Blaine smirked, shooting a sideways glance at Kami as she noted Josh’s expensive suit and the ease with which he wore it. She assumed that his classic movie star looks and obvious wealth made him think he could demand whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. "Who do you think you are?" Her voice was icy. "No offense, Kami, but I am definitely not impressed. Someone should have taught your friend some proper manners." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Josh kept his eyes on her as his lips turned up into an amused, but at the same time, eerie smile. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Just do as he asks," Kami said in a low voice. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Blaine’s eyes narrowed. "Why should I?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. "I don’t know who you think you are, but you certainly don’t impress me." She folded her arms across her chest. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Josh laughed. "We’re going to get to know one another very well before this night is over." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I don’t think so," she replied disgustedly. "Maybe you’re used to women throwing themselves at your feet, but I’m not one of them. I am definitely not interested in anything you have to offer." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He inched closer. "I don’t give a damn what you are or are not interested in." His eyes traveled over her body.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available In Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Silent-Dreams-Susan-K-Drony-ebook/dp/B01NAH0JX7/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1485190769&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=silent+dreams+by+susan+k.+droney ">Amazon</a> <br /></span></p><p><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/silent-dreams-susan-k-drony/1125298445?ean=2940157055226 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-83399380084377706422026-05-20T14:00:00.016-04:002026-05-20T14:00:00.119-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – The Black Heart<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Then what the hell is it?" he demanded. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She shook her head. "I don’t know. There’s something strange about her. She’s so secretive about her past." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He lifted his eyebrows. "No, she’s not." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Payton frowned. He wouldn’t listen and she wasn’t in the mood to get into a debate. "I think we should end this line of conversation. But just remember, Carter, that I care about you. I always have and always will." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"If you care, then please treat my wife with the respect she deserves," he replied. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She decided to change the topic. "Who’s watching Becca this afternoon?" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Morgan." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She frowned. "Do you think it’s wise to bring the baby to the funeral?" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Morgan’s not going." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"What do you mean she’s not going?" Payton exclaimed. "Doesn’t that prove my point to you?" she smugly asked. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"And what point is that?" Morgan asked, entering the room with Becca tagging behind her. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Nothing, honey," Carter, flushed, quickly said. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Morgan looked suspiciously at Payton. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Payton caught her eye, and then quickly looked away from the penetrating stare. She forced herself to keep her mouth closed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available In Paperback and Ebook </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Black-Heart-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B071DM2F3J ">Amazon</a>  <br /></span></p><p><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-black-heart-susan-k-droney/1126269195?ean=9781629896977 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-66900382785088021672026-05-13T14:00:00.015-04:002026-05-13T14:00:00.128-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – Twisted Lives<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Daniel sat at his cluttered desk with his eyes focused on a stack of files, all needing his attention. He rubbed his jaw. The murders plaguing Vickville made the other cases seem trivial by comparison. Four murders with no clues or possible motives. The killer was slick, but somewhere, somehow, he’d slip up. Someone knew something. He gulped his coffee and signed a few reports. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Ready to call it a night?" Ben called to him from his desk. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Daniel closed a folder and stood. "Yeah, the rest of these can wait until tomorrow. Lately I’ve been spending more time here than at home. When I am home I’m only there long enough to grab a few hours of sleep, and I’m back here again." He stretched. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Ben grinned. "So what else is new? But all work and no play makes Ben a dull boy. I think I’ll go to Vito’s for a couple. Care to join me?" he asked, pulling on his jacket. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Daniel glanced at his wristwatch. "Not tonight, Ben. Thanks anyway." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Got a hot date?" Ben teased. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Don’t I wish? Nah, I’ve got to get home. I need to touch base with Taylor." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Such are the demands of single parenthood. But you’re lucky. Taylor’s a good kid.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Formats:  Paperback and Ebook</span></p><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Twisted-Lives-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B077R9FQ66/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr= ">Amazon</a>   <br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/twisted-lives-susan-k-droney/1005415409?ean=2940158855924&st=PLA&sid=NOK_DRS_NOOK+EBooks_00000000&2sid=Google_&sourceId=PLGoP75008&gclid=CjwKCAiAr_TQBRB5EiwAC_QCqyTnhbxFVKGdSd5g4wR5m1BlluprTMJATor_c6lebHcQkQ4Mji3pXxoCLwMQAvD_BwE ">Barnes & Noble</a><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-17181411359761470522026-05-06T14:00:00.012-04:002026-05-06T14:00:00.114-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – Maggie Quinn<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She did have a glimmer of hope, though. If what Paddy told their mother was true, they at least wouldn't starve to death. She didn't know which was worse, dying of the fever or dying from starvation. "Is it true what you told Ma, Paddy? Do we have some potatoes? Can we afford some decent food for Ma?" she asked optimistically.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I didn't tell Ma anything, Maggie. I can't lie to her. I told her we would be fine." Patrick was thoughtful for a minute. "I suppose I was not truthful with her because we won't be fine." He ran a hand over his chin. "We have nothing, Maggie. There's nothing left! Year after year, the crop has failed. There's no hope left. The land is in ruins." He glanced around the almost barren room. "We don't have anything left of value to sell even if we could find a buyer." He shook his head. "It's done," he said wearily. "All hope is lost."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Maggie jumped to her feet. "No, Paddy! I won't give up! There has to be a way. We need to stay strong and keep our spirits high for Ma's sake. We need to keep trying." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Patrick's eyes welled with tears as he looked at his sister. "The earth has swallowed up the beautiful land we once knew, and left nothing but a filthy putrid black mass in its place. It will never be the same, Maggie. Can't you see?" His jaw jutted out defiantly. "You are a dreamer. Your dreams never come true. This is the real world, Maggie. Why can't you see? You need to face the truth."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Formats:  Hardcover, Paperback, and Ebook</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Maggie-Quinn-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1629898473 ">Amazon</a>  <br /></span></p><p><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/maggie-quinn-susan-k-droney/1127545845?ean=9781629898476 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-13248971992117037652026-04-29T14:00:00.015-04:002026-04-29T14:00:00.113-04:00Excerpt Wednesday – Murder In The Pinelands<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> "I don't care about any of that!" Jensyn screamed. "I only remember walking to the car. Everything is a blank after that." She charged at him again. "What did you do, Evan?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">He grabbed her wrists again. "Stop it, Jensyn! You need to listen to me. I took you two home. That's what I did!" he spat at her. "Now both of you better shut up and listen to me." He drew several deep breaths to calm himself. "Don't tell the police you don't remember anything about last night. And especially don't tell them we were drinking. Do you know what they'd do to us?"</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I doubt underage drinking is a top priority when a kid is dead, Evan," Kennedy said, dabbing at her eyes with a paper napkin.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Do you want the police to think that we had something to do with it?" Evan hissed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Why would they think that?" Jensyn sniffed.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Evan's jaw tightened. "They'll want to know why he didn't leave with us," he explained. "You know how they twist everything." He stared at Jensyn. "Don't forget, Jensyn, you did argue with him. They'll try to twist that into a motive."</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Pinelands-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1949812839/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&qid=1554675936&s=books&sr=1-1 ">Amazon - Paperback</a><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Pinelands-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B07Q7GNG81/ref=sr_1_3?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&qid=1554867195&s=gateway&sr=8-3 ">Amazon - Ebook</a>  <br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1131042657?ean=9781949812831&st=PLA&sid=BNB_ADL+Core+Good+Books+-+Desktop+Low&sourceId=PLAGoNA&dpid=tdtve346c&2sid=Google_c&gclid=CjwKCAjwv6blBRBzEiwAihbM-avxC1aNKH6sdyxsvikXX0tMh_-Ox-A5_cUFG9uiYeWG9Qq48wdT8BoCio8QAvD_BwE ">Barnes & Noble</a><br /></span></p><p><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-62663712236211594572026-04-22T14:00:00.008-04:002026-04-22T14:00:00.119-04:00Excerpt Wednesday - Shattered Vows<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> Farrel struggled to hold back her tears. Why couldn’t her husband be this gentle all of the time? This same scene played out over and over after his abuse. She had it memorized. Robert would act as though nothing had happened, and even express surprise at her bruises and deny responsibility for her injuries. His excuse would be that she happened to be in his way and stumbled, or that she was imagining the abuse and then feign shock that she could ever think he would hurt her. Robert even offered to help her find a counselor for the mental and emotional problems he insisted she had. Sometimes she wondered if she was losing her mind. Her daughters witnessed many of his attacks, but his answer was always the same. They were lying about him because they hated him and wanted to make him look like a monster to the world. Farrel knew that somewhere within himself, he knew his guilt. He had to.  </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in Paperback and Ebook</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Vows-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1951642007/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&qid=1573844177&sr=8-1 ">Amazon</a>  </span></p><p><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/shattered-vows-susan-k-droney/1134683262?ean=2940160903620 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-25939595855449874612026-04-15T14:00:00.011-04:002026-04-15T14:00:00.116-04:00Excerpt Wednesday - All I Want Is You<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Rachel’s eyes clouded. She couldn’t tell her friend that Caleb had stirred something in her, something she’d never felt before. She had to brush those feelings aside. "I know what you’re trying to do, Kate. I told you last night that I’m perfectly happy with my life just the way it is. I don’t have the time or energy to focus on a relationship. My job and Ethan are about all I can handle right now." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Kate lifted a suspicious eyebrow. "What do you think I’m trying to do, Rachel?" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Rachel pursed her lips. "You’re trying to set me up with Caleb. Admit it, Kate. I can see right through it." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Kate held up a hand. "I swear I’m not, but you have to admit he’s not only gorgeous, but nice. You said so yourself, and Ethan likes him." She drew a deep breath. "Okay, I admit it. I thought if you two met each other you might be able to help one another. You’re both too young to shut yourselves away from the world. You already have something in common." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"I know your intentions are good, but did it ever occur to you that some people never get over their grief?" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"It has, and I personally don’t think it’s healthy." She shrugged. "You have to admit, he’s gorgeous." </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Okay, I admit he’s good looking, kind, and Ethan is enjoying his company." She sighed heavily. "If things were different—" </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">"Just what does that mean, Rachel?" Kate demanded, cutting her off.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"><a href="https://www.amazon.com/All-Want-You-Susan-Droney-ebook/dp/B082H5LCLK/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&qid=1576640439&sr=8-1 ">Amazon</a><br /></span></p><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-21671802133911412162025-12-31T14:00:00.008-05:002025-12-31T14:00:00.117-05:00Wednesday's Blurbs – Over The Edge<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Maggie Allen's world of corporate money and power comes crashing down after she is taken in by a man who is only out to use her for his own gain. When she is released from a short stint in prison, she refuses to give up even though no one will give her a second chance. She loses everything she's worked for and is forced to move to the other side of town where she is determined to make a new life for herself. Her life would be perfect if it wasn't for Brant Evans, a corrupt police officer, who makes it a point to constantly remind her about her past and all that she has lost. She can't understand his vendetta against her, but she refuses to be intimidated by him and is not afraid to stand up to him no matter the consequences.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Brant Evans has Cedar Pines under his thumb. His wife Janna controls the social and political levers of town with her money. The two of them work hard to ruin the lives of anyone they don't like, or anyone who crosses them. Maggie Allen is caught up in their web of hate. Brant has special plans for Maggie. Plans that include arrest, imprisonment, and ruin.   </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Over-Edge-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B01FZRE81O "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-50198870302913726672025-12-24T14:00:00.008-05:002025-12-24T14:00:00.121-05:00Wednesday's Blurbs – Silent Dreams<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Blaine Kirsten unwittingly gets pulled into a prostitution ring when her best friend, Kami Matthews, introduces her to Josh Barnes. When Blaine refuses to become a part of his operation, she faces brutal consequences.  </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Detectives Jane Adams and Casey Jorgan are assigned to the case. Almost immediately, Casey finds herself unable to separate her personal emotions from this case, which jeopardizes her career.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Silent-Dreams-Susan-K-Drony-ebook/dp/B01NAH0JX7/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1485190769&sr=8-1-fkmr0&keywords=silent+dreams+by+susan+k.+droney "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-15561028848825211022025-12-17T14:00:00.007-05:002025-12-17T14:00:00.113-05:00Wednesday's Blurbs – The Black Heart<p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;"> After three members of Carter Rogers' close-knit New England family end up dead within weeks of each other, the family begins to suspect that one of their own may be responsible. Carter soon realizes that most of his family, and even the investigators, suspect his wife and he is determined to prove her innocence.  </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Black-Heart-Susan-K-Droney-ebook/dp/B071DM2F3J "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-13217830079671453142025-12-10T14:00:00.004-05:002025-12-10T14:00:00.118-05:00Wednesday's Blurbs – Twisted Lives<p> When a series of murders hits too close to home, Detective Daniel Trevors' life is ripped apart forcing him to question everyone and everything he's ever believed in.</p><p>Detectives Daniel Trevors and his partner, Ben Wilson, are hot on the trail of a murderer who appears to kill just for the fun of it, but they soon realize that the case is more complicated than they thought. </p><p>Available in paperback and ebook</p><p><br /></p><div><br /></div>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-57394463923874104222025-12-03T14:00:00.007-05:002025-12-03T14:00:00.119-05:00Wednesday's Blurbs – Maggie Quinn<p><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">In 1840's Ireland, with most of her family wiped out from disease and the fields ravaged by the potato famine, Maggie Quinn, along with her younger brother Patrick, realizes she has no choice but to leave her beloved Ireland. Leaving Ireland isn't as easy as she thinks and she's forced to make a daring escape for the better life she's been told awaits her in America.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in hardcover, paperback, and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Maggie-Quinn-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1629898473 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-12549215703974110522025-11-26T14:00:00.008-05:002025-11-26T14:00:00.121-05:00Wednesday's Blurbs – Murder In The Pinelands<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">When a teenager is brutally murdered in The Pinelands, his friends insist it was the work of The Jersey Devil.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Christine Daniels, an investigative reporter, works with the police to determine what really happened to the teen that night.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Pinelands-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1949812839/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&qid=1554675936&s=books&sr=1-1 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16337667.post-8126424759924822292025-11-19T14:00:00.008-05:002025-11-19T14:00:00.112-05:00Wednesday's Blurbs – Shattered Vows<p> <span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">All Farrel Drake wanted was a normal family life for her two daughters and herself. When her second marriage ends up worse than the first with daily physical, emotional and verbal abuse, Farrel seeks the help of a counselor.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">She eventually finds the courage to leave her husband and settles into a happy routine with her daughters. Just when Farrel's starting to believe her new beginning will work, threatening phone calls shatter her peace. When Farrel realizes fear is no longer able to rule her life, her real new beginning starts.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Available in paperback and ebook.</span></p><p><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Shattered-Vows-Susan-K-Droney/dp/1951642007/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Susan+K.+Droney&qid=1573844177&sr=8-1 "><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: large;">Amazon</span></a><br /></p>Suehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02944741278591364623noreply@blogger.com0