The Catch-an exciting story to love

Tom Donnelly, once know as The Catch-every woman’s dream guy, has fallen down every rung of the ladder he once worked so hard to climb. On New Year’s Day, he realizes how far he’s fallen and makes a list of resolutions to change his life. He vows to regain the trust lost from his family, his law firm, and his friends_ and maybe even find the right woman this time.

He crosses paths with Joanne McKenna Friedman-a smart young lawyer, beautiful on the outside, damaged on the inside. Joanne’s secret past leaves her distrustful of everyone. Until a court case comes up to threaten her career and even her life, and she turns to Tom for help.



A WIP!Once again.

Title: Since Larry Died

Newly widowed Joan braced her hands on the edge of the kitchen sink as she stared out at the garden. She breathed in the scent of lilacs wafting through the open window and thought what a mess and she had to fix it, make it right and why? No one’s home and only she would see the flowers bloom anymore; the fun of pulling dandelions together ended the day his heart attacked him.

A laundry list of pleasure left her life but the worst one to top the list was he never even said goodby.

Joan inhaled a deep breath and let it out in hopes the memories would fade in time; then the backload of conviction she’d summed up to battle her wallowing in the abyss, she snapped her shoulders back and spoke to her deceased husband.

“You exited stage left so I’ll write the next scene myself, if that’s okay, my dear.”

She had to write a letter to him; “Dear deceased Larry, you son of a bitch! “It’s your fault you died and left me alone. Take your pills, I said, everyday, but no; and now you’re gone and I’m alone.

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More memories

This is the time of my life when memories come fast and strong. I recall the son who didn’t live. Labor pains came, I heard the delivery and asked the nurse what I had. She said for me to wait for the doctor. The news was grim. The baby didn’t survive.

Some months later, the same experience happened. We had two sons and then bad luck. Another one lost. Determined to complete my little flock, I eventually had another baby boy so precious and then the girl I’d waited for. A difficult task and finally she was born; I came close to dying but survived after four days. I saw the light in a tunnel, reached for it and thought; live. Your husband has to be there for the little ones so new and the older sons. So I lived and lived to raise a family expecting the older kids to grow and be so fine.

Not true. They didn’t do as they should; my husband died and I was alone. Truly alone. So that’s life. Determined to move on, meet someone knew, that;s what I did. We make a good pair, taking care of each other. Once in a while, things work out.

Thanks for listening. May your lives be happy and blessed.


It Will All be Revealed, won’t it?

“Too dark in here,” I said to my son, Paul, who had accompanied me to my father’s funeral in Chicago.

“Hit the light switch, Mom.”

“I did but the bulb burned out.”

“Like Poppa,” he said. “Like Poppa what?” I said.

“Burned out.” “Kaput,” I said in the dark, falling into the old word game we’d played since Paul was a pup.

“Fini.” “Bought the farm,” I said. A shared chuckle from the black humor.

A click in the dark and a narrow beam of light illuminated my Father’s  packed closet; I groped for his favorite jacket and there it was, worn brown leather bomber style. I pulled it off the hook where it hung for easy access by aged hands and hugged it to my chest. “Smell this,” my son, the jacket thrust in front of his nose where he couldn’t escape.

He inhaled and questioned, “what is it?”

“Perfecto Garcia Queens, Poppas favorites he sent me to the corner drug store to buy them, a quarter a piece.”

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Short Story part 2

There he was hanging out with his pals, with no inkling his future was about to be determined. Joyce hurried over to him with only a few minutes to spare before the bell rang. She knocked on his chest to get his attentention, She said, “Hi ,I’m Joyce Cooper. My sorority dance is a week from Saturday. I’d like you to be my date.”

He smiled and then smiled even wider when he checked out this girl who showed up out of nowhere.

“Okay.” And then he said, “What’s your name again?”.

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A love letter to my lost one

We were the best couple ever, always loving and together since high school. Our motto was Marriage is one long conversation. And it was. We had our children, lost two, the Air Force years were remarkable. I was so proud of you, my handsome pilot. Civilian life proved to be tough but we made it, always talking things over, figuring out life’s problems together. The older boys chose to play guitars just as you did. Lessons, the basement arranged for their instruments and then a new era began. The seventies, the dawning of Aquarius, girls stopped wearing bras, and marijuana spread through the schools. We didn’t know it would also spread into our home. Life changed drastically as you went off to work and I was left at home with two little ones and two teens out of control.

My love, they never changed, our older children. After that , it became us, the small kids, and them. A few years later, your heart required a pacemaker. From then on you listened to your heart and forgot about me. Thirty seven years of happiness and suddenly, I was alone with a houseful of kids. You had a fever that wouldn’t go down. Doctor put you in the hospital for examination. After a few days of visiting, we sat together so sad life had changed for us. You looked at me the old way, so dear and loving, and said, “I love you.” We kissed and said goodbye.

2:30 in the morning the doctor called. Hurry, he said. By the time I arrived , you were gone.

How can I express the loss of my dearest? I can’t and it was a long time ago. So I say, “Happy Birthday wherever you are.”

My question is you were 56 when I lost you and I have aged. Have you or are you the same hale and hearty kind of guy I met in high school and we fell in love.

P.S. The older sons abandoned me after taking all the money you left to give me a comfortable life. All gone and so are they. Bad words to them from you and me.

Our two younger kids are all grown-up. Our son is married to an extraordinary woman, a fabulous artist. He continues with his artistic life of performing. They live in Denmark. Our beautiful girl grew up to be a teacher and the dearest daughter. We have a granddaughter you would love to pieces, she’s so smart and delightful. She’s nine and plays on a basketball team. You should see her guard. Or maybe you do. I wonder.

I had a bad fall and daughter and granddaughter saved my life. It’s been a difficult time, my love.


More about She Didn’t Say No

Excerpt: She studied to be a Veterinarian and on Saturday’s the library emptied as the campus prepared for dates that had nothing to do with studious her. One student, I’d seen him before, a guy called the BMOC, Big Man On Campus, glanced over and grinned.

“Hey you, I’ve seen your cute little nose before in the books.”

Me? He spoke to me? This handsome guy, captain of the swim team said my nose is cute.

“Scott Dwyer.” He extended his hand, muscles rippling through his white tee shirt. He pulled me closer. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t bite.”

We talked for a while, the library closed and he drove us to the beach not far from the campus.

The kiss, tentative at first,  made me tingle all over. My first kiss, oh yes. Later, on the way home I asked him to come up to my private apartment and I didn’t say no to anything.

We became the most unlikely couple on campus so in love until one month I didn’t get my period. I also didn’t tell Scott. Instead, I packed up my clothes and books, wrote him a love letter and left not to see him again for many years.

I short’nd this snippet because there’s so much more. Love to all. If you have a chance, read She Didn’t Say No, a fascinating tale of what is possible. It comes in a 3 volume ebook and a single story. You will love it, I promise and do leave a review on Amazon or Barnes & Noble and let me know. For every review, I have a personal gift for you.

Happy Holiday to our country.