Anh Sphabmixay is here to tell us about The Algorithm of Us, a contemporary romcom - women's fiction.
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Contemporary Romance, Rom-Com, Women’s Fiction
Date Published: April 29, 2026
Maya Lin never wanted to become the headline.
As the architect behind HeartSpark’s revolutionary dating algorithm, she
built her career on one belief: love could be understood through data,
patterns, and predictability. But after a viral breakup puts both her
reputation and her company under public scrutiny, Maya finds herself forced
into the spotlight she spent years avoiding.
Enter Eli Torres — sharp-tongued podcast host, relentless skeptic, and
one of HeartSpark’s loudest critics.
When public backlash pushes them into an uneasy collaboration, their clashing
beliefs ignite a tension neither of them can explain away. Maya trusts logic.
Eli believes love is chaos. But the more time they spend challenging each
other, the harder it becomes to ignore the connection growing between them.
Now Maya must decide whether love is something that can truly be
calculated… or something that has to be felt.
About the Author
Anh Sphabmixay is a Colorado-based author who writes heartfelt stories
centered on connection, kindness, and the beauty found in everyday moments.
Inspired by her loving family—including her imaginative daughter and
beloved Yorkie, Abbie—Anh creates stories that celebrate emotion,
wonder, and human connection.
As a devoted wife and mother, she believes storytelling has the power to bring
people together and leave a lasting impact on readers of all ages. When
she’s not writing, Anh enjoys experimenting in the kitchen, capturing
memories with her daughter and dog, and finding inspiration in life’s
simple joys.
Megan Slayer is here to tell us about Taken by the Alien, Taken book 13, a paranormal women's fiction novel.
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(Taken, Book 13)
A Paranormal Women’s Fiction Novel
Date Published: May 8, 2026
Publisher: Changeling Press
She’s got magic she’s never tapped into. He’s from
another galaxy. Together, they’re just right.
Lindsey Knepper-Lare just wants to belong. As far back as she can remember,
she’s felt different. She’s convinced she’ll always been
damaged goods. Then she’s abducted by an alien and spirited to a planet
with a name she can’t even pronounce. Then Ronan walks into her life.
He’s everything she wants, but has never had the courage to go after.
Too bad he’ll never pay her any mind.
Ronan Miir wasn’t planning on visiting the diner on ERAEMA, but the
second he spots Lindsey, he knows he has to save her. The metallic aliens on
the planet want nothing good for to her. Not Ronan. He wants to kiss, touch,
and protect her. Good thing he knows a thing or two about aliens, rescue, and
getting back to Eerie. He’s ready to make their pairing into a forever
romance… if she’ll give him a chance.
She blinked back tears and her stomach lurched again. She’d been taken
from her home against her will, was being used for something she never wanted
to take part in, and had been dumped in a place she didn’t even know to
work for a being who claimed to own her. And she had no idea how to get home.
Lovely.
“Oh, and if you try to rip the comm off your body, it will alert P482
and he’ll destroy you.” T181 threw a rag in her direction.
“Get to cleaning. These tables won’t sanitize themselves.”
She held onto the rag, then wondered what she was supposed to clean with the
rag. Instead of asking questions, she moved to the first table and wiped it
down. Tears blurred her vision, but she refused to cry. If she’d been
able to be strong so far, she could keep doing it. She had no choice.
She wasn’t about to let anyone see her crack. She’d dissociate
from herself and pretend she wasn’t here. Again. She wasn’t
anyone’s slave. She didn’t have to act like she was happy in her
surroundings.
“A few rules. Don’t talk to the clients. You’re here to
clean, not flirt. They won’t take you out of here, so don’t ask.
Understood?” T181 asked. “If they want food, they’ll let you
know, but you simply deliver. You clean, you keep your mouth shut, and you
give in to P482 if you want freedom from here.”
A man walked into the diner and said something she couldn’t quite hear
to T181. Lindsey moved to the second table and watched the man. So far,
she’d only seen beings that resembled satellites, like T181 and P482.
This was the first being she’d encountered, even at a glance, who sort
of resembled a human.
She watched him and her heart ached. Not only because she missed her home, but
because she missed being held. Missed being touched. Missed other humans.
Hell, she wasn’t even sure anyone would want to look for her. No one
probably missed her.
Still, that didn’t mean she couldn’t drool over this being. She
swept her gaze over him. Dark hair, a bit wavy and just long enough to need a
little product. Icy blue eyes that seemed to pierce through her the longer she
looked at him. He had a slight dimple when he smiled and dazzling white teeth.
He even had nice hands. The suit fit tight to his body, like it was tailored
precisely for him. He oozed sex. No, not just sex, but power and confidence as
well.
Not that this man would ever look her way. Good gracious. She was like
Cinderella, but on a whole different planet. Even back on Earth men like him
didn’t pay her any mind. She faded into the background -- just like she
would here.
T181 moved between her and the man. “He’s mine. He’s got
money, he’s free to move about the planet, and won’t bed
you.”
She almost asked, “Bed him?” She hadn’t even thought of
that. “Sure.”
She glanced over at him while she cleaned the third table. He had nice lips.
Just full enough for a good kiss. She’d bet he was skilled at kissing,
too. Not that she’d ever know. She was stuck.
She’d been taken to breed and given a bullshit answer for how to get
home. A lie. Her heart hurt. This was so silly. Impossible, really. This man,
no matter how sexy he was, probably had obscene amounts of money or credits or
whatever. She wasn’t even sure how he’d been able to come to the
planet. Was he a prisoner, too?
When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as
well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but
football is her sport of choice. She’s an active member of the Friends
of the Keystone-LaGrange Public library.
Ann Ormsby is here to tell us about Secrets of the Midwife, women's fiction.
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Secrets of the Midwife
Ann Ormsby
Published by: Acorn Publishing
Publication date: March 18th 2026
Genres: Women’s Fiction
Anabel Leigh has spent years pouring herself into her career, polishing her image, and protecting her fragile heart after too many losses. But everything changes when a stranger presses a baby into her arms in a crowded New York park and vanishes. The child’s golden hair and trusting eyes stir a deeply personal longing Anabel thought she’d buried forever.
What begins as a surreal moment unravels into a storm of headlines and police questions.
Savannah Maas knows the truth. She’s hiding on a farm in Georgia, living by a different code—one forged from secrets, desperation, and choices that blur the line between compassion and crime.
As the world closes in, each woman struggles to keep her dreams from crumbling. For one, receiving the baby is a miracle. For the other, the handoff is a devastating mistake.
Heart-stirring and suspenseful, Secrets of the Midwife is a story of hope, resilience, and the unexpected ways love finds us.
I am sitting in the little park situated between the town clerk’s office where happy couples come rushing down the steps, laughing and kissing after tying the knot, and the family court where some of them will end up, when things go badly. As I eat my lunch, I chuckle to myself at the irony of these two tall, brick buildings facing each other like powerful gods who already know our fate, providing what we need when we need it.
The thick scent of the candied hazelnuts cooking in a nearby vendor cart wafts over me in the cool April breeze. I pull the collar of my trench coat up around my neck and tighten the knot in my silk scarf. Collecting the wrapper from my sandwich, I put it back in the brown paper bag as my eyes catch a stooped old woman pushing a double stroller with two girls in it.
The one closest to me is a baby with golden blonde hair. Maybe a little more than a year old. I can’t take my eyes off her. The other girl has thick brown hair and looks to be about four years old. They make their way down the path to me, and then, without warning, the older girl unbuckles herself, jumps out of the stroller, and runs into the crowd.
The woman yells at her to stop, but the girl keeps running, weaving between the people walking through the park. After unbuckling the smaller child, the woman picks her up and thrusts her into my lap.
“Hold her,” is all she says before she runs after the other girl, leaving the stroller behind.
I look down at the small face staring up at me. The child does not seem afraid, relaxed even. She explores my face as a growing tension rises in my chest. Groaning in frustration, I stand up, holding the baby in my arms, shifting her weight to my hip, and desperately search the crowd for the woman or the other little girl. They’re gone. My first inclination is to go after them, but after a few steps I stop. What am I doing? I’m holding a child who isn’t mine in the middle of a public New York City park. My armpits grow wet with sweat, and I loosen the scarf around my neck.
Wondering what to do, I go back to the bench and sit down. Without thinking, I smooth the girl’s wavy blonde hair, tucking a piece behind her tiny ear. Time passes and the woman does not return. Panicking, I’m afraid to leave the bench because I want the woman to know where to find me. Assuming she’s coming back. The baby rests her head on my shoulder, and her beautiful blue eyes study me. Without disturbing her, I raise my arm, pull up the sleeve of my coat, and look at my watch. It’s getting late. I have to go back to work.
Twenty minutes pass. Without hope, I stand up again and look for the woman. The lunchtime crowd is starting to grow thin, and I am beginning to feel desperate. After pulling my cell phone out of my bag, I call 911 and the operator says she will send a patrol car.
The minutes tick by slowly. The wait is agonizing. Finally, a squad car pulls up, and I watch as two officers get out, walk to the gate, and scour the park. A man and a woman. They look so young, fresh-faced with heavy equipment hanging off their belts. They see me, and I stand up with the girl who is starting to feel heavy in my arms.
When they reach me, the male officer asks, “Did you call 911?”
“Yes. I was just sitting here, and a woman wearing a scarf and a long skirt gave me this baby.” I stammer knowing how incredulous it sounds.
The officers stare at me, then at the baby.
Finally, the female officer takes a pad out of a box on her belt. “What’s your name?”
“Anabel Leigh.”
“Where do you work?”
I tip my chin in the direction of my building. “Right there.”
“No. What’s the name of your employer?” she asks with annoyance.
“Oh, sorry. C&W Communications.”
“Okay. So, what did the woman look like? Where did she go?” She continues to question me.
“Yes, I need to go back to work. Will you take her?” I try to peel the baby away from my shoulder.
Author Bio:
"Ormsby has a wonderful eye for character and detail, as she fleshes out a keenly observed portrayal of small-town life." ~ Kirkus Review
"The Recovery Room" was a winner at the 2014 Paris Book Festival.
Ann Ormsby is a freelance writer with a master's degree in journalism from New York University. Her writings on reproductive freedom and other public policy issues have appeared in The Newark Star-Ledger, The Huffington Post, njspotlight.com The Westfield Leader and The Alternative Press. Her short stories have appeared in The Greenwich Village Literary Review, Every Day Fiction and hackwriters.com.
The
romance between Patty Jo Lovelace and David Buckley Jr. is an unlikely one. He’s
a star student; she’s the class dud. He’s programmed for success; she plans to
drop out of school, work at the local greasy spoon. But recognizing her natural
intelligence and love of books, David begs her to aim higher—education can take
her out of her milieu.
Patty Jo listens to no one. With
another way of seeing the world, she has to find her own way,
even if that means making terrible mistakes. Besides, she has a secret: she can
read plays, memorize the lines, become someone else in a different life.
In this story that spans fifty years, the themes are social class, the search for identity, and
finding personal courage.
Blurb:
A passion for books creates a lasting bond between
teenage Patty Jo and David, but small-town prejudice and social differences
doom their romance.
After a summer of reading and falling in love,
David heads for university, foreign adventure, and a dazzling career; Patty Jo marries slick, over-confident Don Ried.
Yet plans can go horribly wrong. The victim of her
violent husband, Patty Jo abandons her home and children to live on the streets
of Toronto. David, a high-ranking executive in Paris, is dismayed by the superficiality of
corporate success.
Forty years later, Patty Jo and David meet again.
Both have defied society; both have fulfilled their dreams. And what if first
love was the right one after all, and destiny has the last word?
Excerpt
from Words for Patty Jo
She can be any
sort of person, copy the confident young women who are coffeehouse customers,
mimic the audacious ones she sees on the streets. She sometimes follows unusual
people for whole blocks, learns their gestures, conjures up the snappy repartee
she wants them to have.
Why, she hasn’t
had this much fun in her whole life. Men? They don’t know what’s real. They
have no idea that deep inside there’s the stupid Patty Jo. The stupid failure
who has run away from home, abandoned her kids, left her husband. What would
they think if they knew?
She teaches
herself not to care. If she’s sometimes frightened, wonders what the future
will bring, she pushes down the thoughts, walks on in the sexy way she has
perfected, the way that makes men look with lust and turns their women sour.
PRAISE FOR WORDS FOR PATTY JO:
In this compelling and wonderfully written story, Jill Arlene Culiner
fearlessly challenges romantic illusions to reveal the true components of
lasting love as mutual honesty, respect, compassion and steadfastness. It's a
must read.Penny Lynn Cookson, Arts and
culture writer
The
characters are authentic, and portrayed with remarkable sensitivity. The
writing is beautiful, highly effective, yet remarkably subtle. Roso Creation
This is a love story spanning decades but it is also about the
paths we take in life, the people who influence our growth, the highs and lows,
and the strength of the human spirit. It is also a reminder that we should
never stop dreaming, loving or striving to find our right place in the world.I have no hesitation in
recommending this beautifully written story. Sally Cronin, Smorgasbord Magazine
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Writer, artist, and teller of tall tales, Jill (J.) Arlene
Culiner, was born in New York and raised in Toronto. She has crossed much of
Europe on foot, has lived on the Great Hungarian Plain, in a Bavarian castle, a
Turkish cave dwelling, and a haunted house on the English moors. She now
resides in a 400-year-old former inn in a French village where she protects
spiders, snakes, and weeds. She delights in hearing any nasty, funny,
ridiculous, or romantic story, and when she can’t uncover gossip, she makes it
up.
She has won the Tanenbaum Prize in Canadian Jewish History,
the 2024 Canadian Jewish Literary Award for Memoir, was shortlisted for the
Foreword Magazine Prize, and twice for the Page Turner Awards.
Judith Keim is here to tell us about Love's Match, a Lilac Lake book, women's fiction with romantic elements.
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Women's Fiction with Romantic Elements
Date Published: February 10, 2026
It takes more than love to make a match...
After clashing with the principal of the middle-grade school where she
teaches, Hazel Belmont is happy to accept the offer of a job at the
town’s new sports center, owned by Ross Roberts and Mike Dawson, a
tennis pro who’s semi-retired and teaches tennis at the center. When
Hazel notices a young boy named Jed hanging around the tennis courts, she
befriends him, and she and Mike learn that he has real talent. They speak with
his foster mother and obtain her approval for Jed to continue with free
lessons. Hazel is forced to lie to her mother about having a boyfriend, Mike,
to keep from meeting a young man at home. Mike agrees to go along with the
idea. She and Mike arrange to foster Jed when his family has to move out of
state and discover what real love is all about.
A spinoff book from the Lilac Lake Inn series, a sweet second-chance,
small-town romance. Another of Judith Keim’s books with strong women
facing challenges and finding love and happiness along the way.
About the Author
Judith Keim, A USA Today Best-Selling Author, is a hybrid author who both has
a publisher and self-publishes. Ms. Keim writes heart-warming novels about
women who face unexpected challenges, meet them with strength, and find love
and happiness along the way, stories with heart. Her best-selling books are
based, in part, on many of the places she's lived or visited and on the
interesting people she's met, creating believable characters and realistic
settings her many loyal readers love.
She enjoyed her childhood and young-adult years in Elmira, New York, and now
makes her home in Boise, Idaho, with her husband and their adorable
dachshunds, Wally and Kacy, and other members of her family.
While growing up, she loved the idea of writing stories from a young age.
Books were always present, being read, ready to go back to the library, or
about to be discovered. All in her family shared information from the books in
general conversation, giving them a wealth of knowledge and vivid
imaginations.
Ms. Keim loves to hear from her readers and appreciates their enthusiasm for
her stories, including the eight children's book she has written under J.S.
Keim
When attorney Sloan Lancaster returns to Adelaide Creek to care for his father, he’s shocked at Winding Creek Rehab and Care Center’s run-down state. He considers moving his dad but is drawn to his high school crush Bethany, in charge of the facility’s restoration. Moved by Bethany’s community spirit and her adorable young daughter, Heidi, Sloan makes an anonymous donation to the center as the holidays bring them all closer. But when Sloan’s identity is revealed, Bethany pulls away, anxious about conflict of interest. Can she overcome her fears to embrace Sloan’s support—and build the loving family she’s always wanted?
From Harlequin Heartwarming: Wholesome stories of love, compassion and belonging.
Sloan Lancaster raised the hood of his jacket and raced through the downpour, skirting the water overflowing dips and deep potholes in the asphalt parking lot. This, plus the rundown brick and wood exterior, was all he needed to conclude that the Winding Creek Rehab and Care Center was past its prime. Especially dreary was the aging paint job, once white, but now a dull, dirty gray. Sloan summed up his first impression of this facility in one word: neglected.
As he ducked into the hands-free revolving door a commotion in the lobby caught his attention. Women and men in scrubs or lab coats were pushing and pulling furniture across the carpeted floor, while a couple of burly guys in maintenance uniforms dragged an oversized tarp into the far corner of the room where rainwater ran down the wall.
Two women a few feet in front of him struggled to pull a couch across the middle of the lobby. He approached from behind and called out, “Wait, let me help with that. Tell me where you want it.”
A woman spun around. “Thanks. We can use the help.” Her eyes opened wide in surprise. “Sloan?”
“Bethany?” He struggled to find his next words as he grasped the wooden armrest on one end. “I’d know you anywhere.” It was true. He hadn’t seen her since high school and she’d barely changed at all.
Not the time to ask a lot of questions. He made his early morning workouts pay off as he dragged the couch to the only empty spot on the other side of the lobby big enough to accommodate it. The space was already filled with a hodgepodge of tables and armchairs that had escaped the leaking roof and ceilings.
Bethany pushed the couch from the other end. Her expression turned serious as she straightened up and put her hands on her hips. “You’re here to see your dad, I assume. Medical transport brought him here a couple of hours ago.”
Her burgundy pantsuit and crisp tailored white shirt gave her a professional look in the style of the women lawyers at his firm. That led Sloan to guess that his old friend Bethany Hoover was an administrator in this place, where, for better or worse, his dad was now a patient. The worn out exterior and general disarray in the lobby weren’t filling him with positive feelings about that.
The opposite, in fact.
Author Bio:
A writer all her adult life, Virginia McCullough has had the opportunity to write the stories of her heart in her novels, including Girl in the Spotlight, the first book in her Two Moon Bay series for Harlequin Heartwarming. (Book 2 is scheduled for release in January 2018). Her award-winning romance and women’s fiction titles include The Jacks of Her Heart, Amber Light, Greta’s Grace, The Chapels on the Hill, and Island Healing.
Born and raised in Chicago, Virginia has been lucky enough to develop her writing career in many locations, including the coast of Maine, the mountains of North Carolina, the U.S. Virgin Islands, and currently, Northeast Wisconsin. She started her career in nonfiction, first writing articles and then books as a ghostwriter and coauthor. She’s written more than 100 books for physicians, business owners, professional speakers and many others with information to share or a story to tell.
Virginia’s books feature characters who could be your neighbors and friends. They come in all ages and struggle with everyday life issues in small-town environments that almost always include water—oceans, lakes, or rivers. The mother of two grown children, you’ll find Virginia with her nose a book, walking on trails or her neighborhood street, or she may be packing her bag to take off for her next adventure. And she’s always working on another story about hope, healing, and second chances.
Bridget Budd is here to tell us about Behind the Mirror, contemporary women's fiction.
There's also a great giveaway.
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Behind the Mirror
Bridget Budd
Publication date: July 1st 2025
Genres: Contemporary, Women’s Fiction
Behind the Mirror is a powerful, character-driven novel about emotional healing, generational trauma, and the courage it takes to stop performing and start living your truth.
Sometimes, the hardest person to face is the one behind the mirror…
Julie Sloan was shaped by abandonment early in life—left behind by the people who were supposed to love her first. In the absence of emotional safety, she became what the world rewarded: high-achieving, self-sacrificing, and always performing. Through four marriages, she searched for stability while suppressing her deepest fears—that she was unworthy of lasting love, and too broken to be fully seen.
But when her fourth marriage nearly collapsed, something shifted. It wasn’t betrayal that broke her—it was the quiet realization that she had never truly lived for herself.
What followed was a reckoning: with her past, with the roles she had played to survive, and with the parts of herself she had long silenced.
Now, years later, a Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist named Laura wants to profile Julie’s nonprofit work—an organization devoted to helping women heal from emotional wounds. But what begins as a success story takes a deeper turn as Julie reveals the story behind the story—the one she’s never shared publicly. The one about how she abandoned herself first.
For readers drawn to novels about inner child work, identity, and spiritual awakening, this deeply personal journey will leave you both broken open and quietly restored.
Julie Sloan had everything she thought she wanted—success, love, stability—but beneath the perfection was an exhaustion she couldn’t name. In this scene from Behind the Mirror, she begins to see the quiet cost of performing her way through life.
I had and have everything I had dreamed of. This gorgeous house, an indoor pool, a home gym, a massage room, and a state-of-the-art kitchen. Plus, I drive a super-fun and sporty Porsche 718 Boxster in Carmine Red … Nothing beats the top down on the glorious sunny days we have here.
But I was perpetually unhappy and had no idea why.
Did you notice that all those things I listed as being everything I dreamed of were external? None of them reflected satisfaction from the inside out. I was living from the outside in. Even as recently as ten years ago, I was stuck in that familiar pattern of thinking that I wasn’t worthy whenever someone did something kind for me.
… I was perpetually chasing the next goal, the next fix, the next thing that might finally make me feel whole. What I couldn’t see then was that the exhaustion I felt wasn’t from doing too much—it was from being someone I wasn’t.
I had mastered the art of performing for love, of polishing every rough edge until there was no “me” left underneath. The burnout wasn’t from my schedule; it was from the story I kept trying to live up to.
It’s strange, really, how easy it is to confuse performing with being alive. But when the performance ends—when the lights go down and the applause fades—what’s left is silence. And in that silence, I finally started to hear something truer than all the noise: myself.
Author Bio:
Bridget Budd is the author of Behind the Mirror, a debut novel that blends literary storytelling with therapeutic insight.
After more than twenty-five years in corporate sales, she stepped away to explore the emotional patterns beneath her success—and the cost of always holding it together.
Her work lives at the intersection of fiction and healing, drawing from her background in trauma-informed coaching, somatics, and holistic health. Bridget writes and speaks about identity, self-worth, and the shift from performing to presence.
Often described as “fiction with emotional teeth,” her stories are crafted for deep feelers, recovering perfectionists, and anyone quietly exhausted from chasing “enough.”
She divides her time between Marco Island, Florida, and Marvin, North Carolina, with her husband and two opinionated dogs.
Sharon Overend is here to tell us about Look Over Your Shoulder, women's fiction.
There's also a great giveaway.
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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Sharon Overend will be awarding a $20 Amazon/BN gift card to a randomly drawn winner. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.
A haunting, lyrical exploration of family, silence and the secrets we inherit.
Years of avoidance and blame have left the McLaughlin clan fractured and ill-equipped to face the critical illness of one of their own. When long buried memories of a neighborhood child’s death while in their care resurface the family truly begin to unravel.
Told in alternating voices, Look Over Your Shoulder, reveals how secrets ripple through generations, and how healing begins when someone finally dares to speak the truth.
Read an Excerpt
ANNE
I slipped away. In slow motion, I raised one foot after the other, one step at a time, upstairs. My limbs now disconnected from my body, my head bobbing in a black fog, I drifted across the hall and toward my bedroom. I lay on top of the covers but dragged a throw over my hip.
The buzz of distant conversations crawled into the room, and my window shook each time the front door opened or closed. Knuckles rapped, an empty hanger slapped against the door panel, the buzz amplified, feet shuffled forward, a presence lingered, a hand touched my arm, a voice whispered.
“Mom.”
I said nothing until her feet shuffled back toward the door.
“I’m sorry,” I sighed into the pillow seconds before the hanger again rattled, and the hum of voices roared back into the room. I wasn’t sure whether I’d wanted her to hear me or not.
“For what?” She had heard.
“For resenting you.”
The weighty creak of floorboards, a car engine idling, a woman’s laughter, a child’s shriek, a toilet flush.
“You’re tired,” Marilyn said, now close enough to touch me. “Sleep.”
“You scare me,” I said, still telling the pillow, not her. “Your strength and your capacity for forgiveness are things I’ve never experienced before. But I have to know. Have you ever forgotten?” Shame had stalked me my whole life, a shadow dancing across my peripheral vision, now fully in view.
“We’ll talk in the morning.” She lifted the fringed edge of the blanket, pulled it over my shoulder, and tucked it beneath my chin. A blue spark of static electricity sprang between her fingers and my face.
About the Author:
SHARON OVEREND, is an award-winning author whose fiction, creative non-fiction and poetry has appeared in the Canadian, American and British literary journals and anthologies including Antigonish Review, Avalon, Descant, Grain, Matter of Time, Spirit of the Hills, Surfacing, Wild Words, Word Weaver, UK’s Dream Catcher, CafeLit, The Best of CafeLit and A Coup of Owls.
Sharon and her husband live on a 156- rural acre property in Ontario, Canada where she has found inspiration for many of her projects.
