Audible Books Coming Soon

Currently, I've got two Audible books in production.

Aries Jones, and Looking For Mr. Right And Finding Oh So Wrong For me.

I am so excited to share them both.

Aries Jones,

Aries Jones was sent home from an injury he acquired while fighting the War for Freedom in Afghanistan...

     Why was I still here when my friend, and the woman who had kept me sane, were blown off the face of the earth? Six months in a military hospital, then I return home, and my wife is murdered in front of my eyes.

     It became too easy to pick up the bottle. I almost drowned in it, and probably would have if an old high school friend of mine remembered what I did for a living and offered me a job.

     That's when I met Brenna and listening to her husky voice, as she spoke, and the feelings she brought out in me – ones I thought were long gone, made me think I was cheating on my wife. But Faith was dead, and Brenna was very much alive.

Brenna Douglas worked very hard to support her little sister and herself...

      My mother abandoned us, took off with one of the bikers that she’d always kept around. She’d done me a favor when she left. I no longer had to lock myself up in the bedroom with my sissy and hope they wouldn’t break the door down to get to us.

     I had a good job, and I made enough there to keep us fed. Until the threat of the restaurant closing changed things.

     Until I met Aries Jones. He was the contractor who would be doing the renovations. There was something about that man’s eyes that made me feel safe – safer than I’d ever felt before.

httpshttps://www.dropbox.com/s/53gb5cys2r1pd7c/AriesJones_Audiogram_1_60s.mp4?dl=0/

The next one Is Looking For Mr. Right,

       “Miss Davis, why are you here?” He sat behind the desk, his elbows resting on the rich wood, his fingertips touching, and his dark eyes, barely tolerable of me…

     He was the hottest man I’d ever seen, and I had dated a rock star, a basketball player, and a pilot, who were, in my opinion, all tens.

     “I need a job.”

     He picked up my resume, skimmed through it quickly, then set the folder on top of his desk. “I have a proposition for you.”

     “But…”

     “Miss Davis, please shut that little mouth of yours and listen.”

     I listened all right, and then I laughed in his face.

     “That’s preposterous, Mr. Wright.”

     “Why? Do you find me unattractive?”

     “Well, no.”

      “You already mentioned that you were desperate to find a husband and work. What I’m proposing isn’t really work, but it pays well, and after the contract is up, you will be all set for life. So, what’s the problem?”

     “I don’t know you. We barely met.”

     “Then I suggest we get to know one another right away. I’ll pick you up at six this evening. I’ve got your address here.”

     “But…”

     “What’s the problem now, Miss Davis?”

     “I - I don’t know what to wear?”

     “I’m sure you’ve got a little black number of some kind. Every woman does. Wear that and be ready by six. I’m never late.”

Watch for them both!