Getting Busy

Watching the morning news. Ferguson is in a bad place. Poor kid. Damn cops!
Spent two days designing and perfecting book cover. Now back to writing. I’m at the end tying everything together in a way that makes sense. Good thing I took lots of notes. It will be a surprise ending that will lead in to book three. So much fun!
Well I better quit stalling…….


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Asked To Submit Poetry For Publication And Prizes!

Dear Bernadette,It’s that time of year again when we reach out to select poets whom we would like to include in our most exclusive annual publication.  After twelve months and many, many hours of reviewing the thousands of poems submitted to us from poets all over the world, we’ve selected you to be featured in Eber & Wein Publishing’s Best Poets of 2014.  Congratulations on this accomplishment, as only our top 20% of poets are invited to contribute to this elite compilation.I hope you accept this honor by submitting a new unpublished poem, which will compete for the grand prize of $2,000.00 and other prizes valued over $13,000.00.  Please make sure your poem is no longer than twenty-six lines and no more than 55 characters per line.  Once we receive your poem, it will be typeset and you will receive a Publisher’s Proof for you to proofread, sign and return in the self-addressed envelope provided.  Your poem will then be published in this multi-volume special edition.At your soonest convenience, please send one new poem to the following address:Eber & Wein PublishingBest Poets of 201450 E. High St.New Freedom, PA 17349Bernadette, don’t miss this opportunity to have your poetry featured in our most exclusive publication of the year! We hope to receive a poem from you within the next couple weeks!Best Regards,John Eber Sr. 

After much deliberation I decided to submit :

“Lasagna Love”

1 pack precooked lasagna noodles
2 jars spaghetti sauce
17 oz Ricotta cheese
1 t. sweet basil
1 t. oregano
1 egg
1 lb. ground, browned Italian sausage
3 cups Mozzarella cheese
1 cup Parmesian cheese

Pre-heat oven ( with some innocent play)
Ricotta (to add some excitement)
Basil and oregano (to spice it up)
Blend in egg (to add some stamina)

Use ungreased, 8X10 baking pan (to hold all the comfort)
1. 1. cup sauce (to swap a sweetened kiss)
2. Evenly spread 1/4 cooked sausage (to add spontaneity)
3. Place pasta in row (to tier with expectation)
4. Spread 1/4 Ricotta mixture (to intertwine emotions)
5. Sprinkle 1/4 Mozzarella (to stretch the imagination)
6. Repeat steps 1-5 (until pan is full of passion)

Bake 1 hour (to heat up the love)
Cool 45 minutes (to lie in each others arms)

I hope I made the right choice sending this poem. It’s different and hopefully it stands out to the judges. 🙂

Within These Walls- Chapter 10

Skyler and Cameron arrived at the hospital. Traffic was a headache and he didn’t think she knew how to drive. She didn’t get that from mom or dad, they were both excellent drivers. Maybe she took after one of her old grandmas. They asked at the front desk where their mom would be, she was still in emergency. They hadn’t moved her yet. They went to the ER and found her in cubicle one. They had discussed how to act on the way over. Don’t freak out for one,act brave, don’t cry and have high spirits for her sake.
Peyton smiled ear to ear when she saw her kids. Cameron looked sharp in hi new clothes, Skyler looked like she was trying her hardest to be brave. The hugs had to wait, her ribs were too sore but they kissed her on the cheek and laughed.
They were dying to know what happened but didn’t want to push her into something she did not want to talk about. Skyler blurted out, “Oh mom, what happened?” Cameron rolled his eyes at his sister, that hadn’t lasted very long.
“I got mugged and my Gucci bag was stolen. Everything that was precious to me in my purse.”
“Mom….I think I can relate, I would just die if I lost my purse!”
“That’s why you carry a little bit and put it in your pocket!” Cameron was so sincere they giggled at him, “It’s true!”
Peyton told them everything except for calling the perp. She would have to take that to the grave.
“Oh, how completely awful mother!”
Now it was Cameron’s turn to laugh, she never called her mother. They were both worried about her ribs.”They’ll hurt for a while but they should heal within a few weeks.”
“What about work?”
“I haven’t really discussed that with Brian yet.”
“Well we’ll take care of you mom, it can’t be any worse than when Ellie was a puppy.”

Hunter cook was a delusional man. Besides stealing her blind, he was planning on killing her. She’d seen his face disguise or not… He couldn’t leave any loose ends or take any unnecessary risks. The how and the when were yet to be decided.
It arroused him thinking about it; maybe he would rape her too. That would be the icing on the cake. Have my cake and eat it too he thought wryly.
A few more beers and he’d be downright drunk. He did his best thinking when he was drinking. He had to decide how to do it, where to do it and when. Big decisions!
Well he needed to take a leak and grab another brewsky, then he was going to bed. He wondered what- if anything the cops were doing. He was superior to the cops and a lot smarter, they were just a bumbling, donut eating, fucked up joke. He was proud of his clear righteous mind.

It was time for the kids to go, visiting hours were over, besides Peyton was wiped out.
Mac came back and told the kids goodbye. She would stay for a while longer until their mom fell asleep, then she would meet them at home. They said their good nights Skyler and Cameron left.
“Hopefully you can find the gas pedal on the way home!”he cracked himself up.
The cops had stopped by earlier and ‘Brian the bulldog’ wouldn’t let them near her.
“She was asleep , in a delicate condition,didn’t need harangued that night, come back tomorrow.”

Officers Gage and Welton were assigned to the case. Just a mugging, no big deal…they wanted a real case. They had questioned regulars on the mall, a transient guy and others but they finally got lucky when they talked to the corner musician. The guy they were after hung out, listened to him play, left him a dollar then disappeared around the corner. He did have a description for them. The guy was 5’10” to 5’11”, weighed maybe 180, he was Caucasian, black beard with mustache-that sort of looked fake, brown eyes, a grey hoody, jeans, wife beater and white Adidas tennis shoes. He also had an inch scar under his right eye that looked like it had been bad.
“Not much to go on,” mentioned Gage, “muggings are a dime a dozen, they’re just making it a big thing because she was a rich prominent doctor.”
Gage was only 25, tall and thin, broad shouldered, blonde haired, blue eyed, friendly face, with unfortunate acne scars from youth.
Welton was his pole opposite. 56, chunky build, brown thinning hair(a soft spot with him), dark brown eyes, narrow shouldered, bad postured, pot bellied, reddish faced with squinted eyes and thinned lipped.
They’d been partners for three years and complimented eachother. They worked long hard hours and never had anything too exciting to report to their wives.
This case was a dead end. There were too many that fit that description(except for the scar), no vehicle, no prints or video. Not saying they were giving up but not saying they were trying very hard either.
When they met the doctor the next day her beauty took them aback. Her description of her assailant was, almost identical but still a dead end. They relayed to her what they thought and read disappointment all over that gorgeous face.

Hunter woke hungover. He immediately popped open a beer, poured some vodka in his coffee and lit up a joint. The perfect way to get his day kick started. Throughout his sleepless night he had decided on strangulation. It showed power, resolve, it was slow and pleasingly barbaric. He was glad he made up his mind on that aspect. He had the how…now just the where and when.
It was exhilarating planning a murder, you just couldn’t get caught. He had plenty of faith in his aptitude. He needed to go stare in the mirror for awhile…get in touch with himself and admire the great attributes he had been blessed with. It was so nice to be him and not crowded by others. He changed his socks for the fourth time that day, his mothers words squeezing his cerabellum. ‘Cleanliness was next Godliness’, among other bizarre beliefs. Hunter carried her with him no matter how he tried to rid his mind and soul of her. She would be exceedingly proud of him. This he was sure of…..
Peyton had a nightmare. She was floating and something evil was chasing her. She couldn’t remember much more than that but it was somehow foreboding. She shook off the dream and sat up too fast. She had forgotten about her ribs but boy did that remind her.
She wondered how the kids were.
Mason wouldn’t have been able to get ahold of her last night- no phone. Maybe she would have Mac call him. He needed to be aware of what was going on even though he wasn’t there to help. She hoped they weren’t working him too hard. Peyton missed him and his level head. She needed to find out about being released to work. It would probably be at least a week.
You know…the more she thought about what those two idiot cops told her, the angrier and more agitated she got. She was going to have to do something about it. Call their superiors. They were cops too and would most likely feel the same way.
Mac called, she had gotten ahold of Mason at work. She filled him in on everything, he threatened to take a flight out that night but Kevin sternly asked him not to leave. He promised to call her that night, in the hospital or at home. His concern for her was sad because he could not do anything. She couldn’t wait to hear his voice!
Peyton decided that if the authorities were going to drop the ball, she would take matters into her own hands.
That son of a bitch just couldn’t get away with it, she could just imagine what he was doing with her personal information. If he had any computer savvy.
She had never put too much stock in private investigators but maybe she would try one. What was that unlikable persons name? She couldn’t remember. He was such a pain but might do a good job for her. Benjamin! That was it. Ummm what was his last name? Walker….he’d be needing one soon , that’s what made her think of it. She laughed at her own sick joke.
Benjamin Walker. Should she look it up or wait to get it from her files. Surely the sooner the better before the trail got cold, if there was a trail. Poor Mackenzie she’d asked her to do so much already. Maybe she would get his number. She would have to call him first thing in the morning. Between the pain medication, healing, stress and actual pain she decided to take a nap.


Hi:) instead of chapter 10 of ‘Within These Walls’, I’ve decided to post the prologue of my second novel. ‘The Evil Witin’ is the sequel. I’m about a third of the way through with it. The second book has been on hold since I’ve been putting all my time and effort into publishing first book. Hope you enjoy it!

Happy Reading!

The Evil Within

Little Mason Hudson lived in a two story, run down, wooden house in Denver, Co. He was five years old, had a drunk for a father, a mentally unbalanced mother and a brother of one and a half years old. He hadn’t started kindergarten yet because his birthday fell on October 11th, after the school year started.
His mother began the day with bathing him, scrubbing him raw and giving him an enema. “Cleanliness is next to Godliness,” she repeated as a mantra.
After the thorouh washing, still in his towel, he was to lie down on his bed and spread his thin legs. Eleanor Hudson inserted the plastic squeeze bottle, instructing him to hold his water. She set the two minute egg timer, he was expected to wait until the sand ran out. He was in pain, sweating and his sweet face was cringing. At last Eleanor excused him to use the facilities. He was to walk, not run to the toilet. The poor overwrought child releived himself. Eleanor wiped his raw bottom and told him to dress.
This and changing his bed sheets was the morning routine. His mother referred to him as ‘Macey’ and he despised it.
“Let’s get this bed made before your father awakens,” she whispered. Mason wet the bed almost every night, it was a great basis for ridicule from his inebriated dad. Leonard drank from the minute he got up, to the time he passed out. He was a miserable person, husband and father. Leonard beat Eleanor on any given day, instigating trouble evey chance he got. He hated her cooking;her ability to keep a clean house; her appearance and the way she smelled. Thus, she showered three times a day, bathed Mason and the baby morning and night. “A good woman revered her husband, bending over backwards trying to please him.”
When he was wasted enough he would pick a fight and the beating would begin. Eleanor locked Mason in the closet while the baby was upstairs in his crib. She also used the closet for punishment when the boy misbehaved.
His parents were past the point of no return. Leonard no longer apologized, brought flowers or gifts, or even acknowledged his loathsome behavior. Mason had no friends because of the state his father was in. He couldn’t visit neighborhood kids because Eleanor spouted the evils of the other children’s mothers.
“You marry a woman that worships you Macey. A woman that doesn’t think marriage is outside of the house. She should be a God fearing woman that treats you with the respect all men deserve.” She would go on and on about how a ‘real’ woman should hold all the responsibility of making her husband happy. Mason half listened, his five-year-old brain could only absorb so much.
The one thing that interested him was anything electronic. Even at his young age he could take apart intricate things and put them back together. His dad mostly let him be, as if he wasn’t there. He was terrified of his fathers temper but it seemed aimed at his mom.
Later around supper time , Mason was in his room disassembling a clock radio. His mother purchased some tiny tools for him, one of the few presents he ever received. He heard his father come in and start yelling at her. She rushed him into the closet and locked it. He could hear the baby wailing upstairs. The fight continued, escalated, then he no longer heard his mothers cries. He did hear his dad slam the basement door. He wondered if his mom was all right, he was petrified something really bad had happened.
Mason stayed in the closet for hours questioning whether his mother would let him out. Late afternoon turned into night, he was still a prisoner. He must have fallen asleep because he woke to a sliver of sunshine under the door. His brother must have cried himself to sleep.
He heard the key in the lock and when the door opened, he gasped at what he saw. Eleanor was beaten so severely that Mason didn’t recognize her. He started to cry hard as his mom just went and lay in a heap on the sofa. He wasn’t sure what to do. He brought her a glass of water and covered her with the multi colored afghan. Mason went upstairs to check on his brother and to see if his dad was still passed out. His dad wasn’t there. He knew the last thing he heard was the basement door…maybe he was down there.
Mason slowly pulled open the squeaky door, started down the uneven, rotted planks they used for stairs. He felt around for the light switch that turned on the single dim bulb. When he found it he suddenly got a lump in his tummy and knew something was terribly wrong. Mason closed his little eyes and flipped on the switch. What he saw before him was horrifying!! His father was hanging from the rafters by a nylon rope. His legs were not touching the ground. Mason knew he was dead.

eBook release date May 21st 2014!

Chapter Nine – ‘Within These Walls’
Happy reading!

Peyton cringed during the rough ride in the ambulance to the hospital, her breathing was still labored and she was sore from being knocked down so hard.
When they arrived in the emergency room, the whole staff had heard sketchy details of what happened to Dr. Hudson.
She got immediate attention even though the ER was crowded. They rolled the gurney into exam room #1. The Dr. on duty was an acquaintance of hers; his name was Dr. Brian Hartley. He was an excellent ER Doc with over twenty years under his belt. Hi Peyton, may I call you that?”
“It is my name Brian,”she weakly laughed, “Oh, that hurt!”
“As you know, fractures of the ribs rarely show up on X-rays; however we need to look for any complications in your chest. We will treat you for fractured ribs even if they’re not. Start you on some Percocet so you can more easily breathe and cough.”
He examined her more by feel than anything else. He concluded that ribs one, two and three on her right side were injured. You are also aware that if it is three or more ribs, it’s considered a severe injury. After X-ray has its way with you we will fit you with a rib belt.”
“Is all of this completely necessary?”she inquired.
“It’s true that doctors make the worst patients you’re going to have to go along on this one with me on this one Peyton. I’m going to list the possible complications that are related to this type of injury. An X-ray will definitely rule out most of them but I want you to be aware.”
A nurse came in with a small paper cup,
“Take these Dr. Hudson, it’s Percocet for the pain and Ibuprofen for the swelling.”
Peyton obeyed, stung by his comment about Dr.s making the worse patients.
“Ok Brian let me have it.”
“First are injuries to blood vessels. Also the chance of a puncture to the aorta and lung. With the top three injured there’s the possibility. Not probable but possible.”
“Oh my God,”Peyton moaned, “I never realized what a serious affliction this is.”
This is all she needed right now…
When she finished talking to Dr. Hartley, she felt gloomier than ever. She wondered if Mac got her message. She also needed to call Skyler and let her and Cameron know what was going on.
“You what?You got mugged, mom? Are you ok? Who did this, did they catch him? Oh mom I’m so sorry! I’ll get Cameron and well come right over.”
“No hurry sweetheart, they’ll probably keep me overnight. I’ll ask Mac to stay with you two.”
The medication and the events of that evening made Peyton tired. She was going to take a small nap until Mackenzie arrived.


Hunter was sitting on his threadbare couch. He was on his third beer. Catching a slight buzz. He had the purse setting next to him just staring at it. This was just the beginning of an intricate plan. He detested Peyton Hudson and everything she stood for. Rich bitches in men’s jobs. She should be home raising her kids. That was what women were for.
Well…he’d let the anticipation build up long enough. He grabbed the expensive bag and sat it on his lap. He was going to relish this!
First, it smelled like pricy perfume. Nothing but the best for Dr. Hudson. Then he grabbed a smallish computer, it was a Kindle Touch. He could just imagine what kind of secrets were hidden in that.
It was a good thing he knew how to hack anything. He would reserve that for later.
The next thing he found was an old pack of Marlboro Light 100’s and a gold Zippo lighter. The good Doc was a closet smoker. He roared with laughter. This was getting good!
He reached further in thGucci bag(it read Gucci all over it) and came out with a solid gold hand mirror. No doubt from her filthy rich family. She had a brush, a comb and three 14K gold hair clips. He would like to strangle her with her precious hair!
That was all the big stuff. There were tons of little things like lipsticks, mascara, some kind of powdered concealer, pens and at the very bottom he found what would mortify her had she known he was touching it. A small compact vibrator. He again roared with delighted laughter.
This just kept getting better and better! It was a deep bag. Who knew what else he would find. There were zipper pockets and he opened one. A shooter of peppermint schnapps. She not only secreted cigarettes, she was a closet drinker too. This was getting rich. He was getting aroused with the little surprises she kept in her purse. She certainly never expected anyone to be going thru it.
After that it was anticlimactic…there was just junk. Business cards, candy wrappers, a toothpick, some spare change and a letter he had missed. He wasn’t going to read it right now. He’d already seen too much. Hunter grabbed another beer, downed the shot of schnapps and went to get something to eat. He was starving! He had major plans to make but he had a few days in which to do it. Couldn’t rush genius.


Peyton was awakened by Macs one of a kind voice. It was low, raspy, sexy and had that very slight Irish accent.
“If it wasn’t for bad luck you would have no luck at all pal,”she teased, “I know you’re tired and in pain but I want you to tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out, even if you don’t think it’s important.”
“I just saw him from behind. 5’10”, 185 lbs. , grey hooded sweatshirt like Cameron wore, jeans and white tennis shoes.”
“Did you hear his voice?”
“No he didn’t say anything…wait! -I did get a glimpse of his face as he turned to see if I would scream. I was so afraid I forgot. It all happened so fast. He was trying to figure out if he should run. When he saw the breath was knocked out of me he gave me kind of a creepy smile and just walked away.”
“We need to call the cops,”Mac insisted.
“We will a little later. Hey can I use your phone to call Skyler; I want to see if they’re on their way. It would do me a lot of good to see them right about now and could you please get me some 7-up…I’m thirsty even with this IV.”
“Sure you can and yes I will.” She dug for her phone, gave it to Peyton and then left the room.


Hunter was half way drunk by this time. A little celebration for a job well done. He heard a faint tune repeating itself; he realized it was Peyton’s cell phone. It read on the display that it was Mac. He thought he’d answer it just for shits and giggles. He disguised his voice as well as he could.

Peyton had dialed her own cell phone and it was ringing.
“This is Peyton Hudson. I believe you have my phone amongst other things.”
“Yah, so?”
“I’m willing to pay you to get them back.”
“How much?”He was just playing with her.
“As much as you want.”
“Listen bitch… I’ve found your little secrets. You’re not gettting your fucking purse back! Don’t call again I know where you live.”
Why did she just do that? He was hateful and creepy. She would never tell anyone what she had done.
Peyton was visually tremoring, when Mac walked back into the room with the promised 7-up.
“Peyton! You’re ashen what just happened?”
“Nothing I think I’m having a panic attack.”
Mac ran out of the room to find Brian. She found Dr. Hartley on the floor. Mac grabbed him and said,
“Come quickly there is something wrong with Peyton!”
Brian Hartley hurried in and looked at Peyton.
“Have you had these attacks before?”
“No Dr., I think it’s just all of the stress I’ve been under and now being attacked.”
“I’ll prescribe you some Atavan that will help with your anxiety. I’ll have the nurse bring you in one now, you look positively shaken.”
They administered her anxiety pill, it took about a half an hour but she did calm down.
What had possessed her to do that, now he did know where she lived. Her ID and credit cards…everything was lost.
Peyton was terrified. She didn’t think this was over; actually, she felt something bad had just begun.


Hunter was rolling with laughter. He knew he scared the bee Jesus out of her. That was what the dumb bitch got for having the nerve to call him and offer him money. Money…Dr. Hudson’s cure all.
Well she had a couple of surprises coming her way. He chuckled.
Hunter had a lot of thinking to do. With that Kindle Touch and his hacking abilities, she was definitely in for an ambush. He could hack her bank accounts, credit cards, rich friends, the list went on. Just took some ingenuity and brains which he was proud to say he had both.