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Well, I thought about it for a while and decided to dive in keyboard and heart first.  In my newsletter I promote other authors  “In my Garden” . For the Summer I will be posting a free short story every two weeks.

The stories can be either Contemporary or Fantasy. But all stories are for the adult reader.

Sign up now for August 1st free short. No spamming  just quick short entertainment for a break from the heat–at least the heat outside.

A quick snippet:

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Can one share their life with another human being and never develop an emotional attachment? Impossible. So why is such a close and intimate relationship never spoken of. How do they grow as women together and never form a bond of sisterhood? This is my take on some of the times that never get spoken of. Blood only makes you family, love makes you sisters.

Bask in the sweet scent of secret praise. The avalanche of gratitude shown for the understanding that permeated between the two women under the dark veil of scandal.

“Open the Door”

The white stove never stood a chance with Sadie in the kitchen. With every burner and the oven going the big country kitchen smelled of baked goods and roasted ham. The party was in one hour, but little Timothy still hadn’t moved away from the warm biscuits. Sadie stood, hands on her lean hips and wiped at her apron. She couldn’t let him see how much it warmed her heart to see him eat. She may have been the maid, but no one treated her as such. In this house she was family, but to Savannah Edwards she was more like a sister.

“Timothy, sweetheart, that is the last biscuit tonight. You get right upstairs and wash for bed.”

A buttery smile gleamed at Sadie. “But…”

“Timothy James Edwards, I don’t have time for you to try and sweet talk me tonight young man. This house is going to be full of hungry guest and your momma is expecting food to be on the table on time…now get. I’ll be up to check on you soon as this other batch of biscuits is ready.”

“Yes ma’am.” Slow as a snail on crutches, Timothy inched his way up the creaky back stairs. The love between the two was evident in the slow grin that eased across his little face.

Sadie was like a mother to Timothy. She cared for him with the hand of a mother. She wasn’t just the maid; she was loved like family and treated as a sister by Mrs. Edwards. The two women shared lives for the last eight years and the bond was never stronger.

“Sadie dear…how’s it coming in here?” Savannah Edwards was all elegance. Timothy’s mother was a natural beauty and a woman of high society. Parties every weekend was not unheard of, but would never be the success they were without Sadie. The friendship between the two women showed in the way they treated one another.

“Oh, if I can keep Timothy out of my biscuits, things would move along a lot faster. That boy is going to be tall as this house eating the way he does.”

“Where is the little minx?” Oven mitt in hand, she opened the oven, inhaled and closed her eyes. “Oh Sadie.”

“Close that…you’ll draw him back down.” Hand waved toward the stairs, “I sent him off to get ready for bed.”

“Good…he’ll just sweet talk me into allowing him to stay up late. What would we do without you Sadie?”

“You wouldn’t be having this party tonight, that’s for sure. How many guests did you invite anyway?”

“I didn’t invite them, Mr. Edwards invited them. He always gets in over his head and next thing you know we have a house full of people. I think maybe thirty.” With the cabinet open, Savannah took down the punch bowl and little crystal mugs to hang off the sides. “Sadie be a dear and wash this for me. I’ll go and bring the alcohol out. A bunch of bankers sitting around talking finance without alcohol is just un heard of.” A warm smile pushed at her smooth skin.

Sadie took the offered crystal bowl and eased it into the warm soapy water, turning to Savannah. “Besides, no offense, but that awful Mr. Cantrell will be here no doubt.”

“You don’t find him to be the most handsome man ever?”

“Oh…it’s like seeing Rock Hudson, but his stares start at the floor and by the time they reach my face I feel as if he’s seen more than I was showing.”

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I can’t wait to share the rest of this story with you.

Sincerely, Cora Blu.