Mission Impossible meets Pretty Woman
It’s acceptable to be over-the-top in action/adventure film franchises like Mission Impossible, Die Hard, Jason Bourne etc., so why not Phantom?
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Hider in the House – Episode Seven
Seriously? Pizza and beer? Forget his feet. There was a lot to work with here. “Thomas L. Purdue. You’re about to make me swoon.” She picked up the beer and drank. Then took another bite of pizza, closed her eyes and savored.
Hider in the House – Episode Six
Was that a hint sympathy she saw in his eyes? Work it, said that desperate little voice inside Hallie’s head. And be nice even if it kills you.
Fan (?) Mail – A Reader Book Review
I hardly ever get mail from readers, but this came through via my web site and put a smile on my face. It’s an entertaining piece to say the least, and I smiled broadly after I first read it. The reader had a number of issues with my story execution, …
The Mother You Need, The Mother You Want To Be
I know now parenting is not easy. As a child I didn’t understand my parents were who they were. Human beings with flaws and hopes and dreams and disappointments and baggage.
IF YOU KNEW REVIEWS
Sometimes your book gets a review that even if everyone else who reads it hates, it won’t matter. Such is the case with the review of If You Knew posted on Romance Novels For the Beach. Here is the link: https://romance4thebeach.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/if-you-knew-by-barbara-meyers/ And here are some of the quotes from the…
The Ex’s Wedding
Your ex-fiancé/fiancée who dumped you has invited you to his/her wedding. Do you attend?
Does God Talk To You?
Does God Talk To You? I’ve been in another publishing funk of late where I’ve really begun to question the wisdom of continuing to write. Why? I whine to myself like a grouchy two-year-old. Why, when there are so many aspects of indie publishing I abhor, am I still doing…
I Have Not Come To Mourn. I Have Come To Say Goodbye.
She had been in a nursing home for several years, deteriorating at a snail’s pace. On my annual visits, my brother and I would question the wisdom of stockpiling old people in places like this.
So Long. I Love You, Babe. A Hospice Story.
From where he sits on the sofa, Vivaldi on the portable CD player next to him, he sees everything but can make sense of nothing. His home gleams. Not a spot of dust anywhere. His wife, with nothing else to do but care for him, has become obsessive. Dust she can control. A husband whose mind deteriorates a little more each day is beyond her.
