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After His Lucky Charm this is Tom’s Story…

It was already night when he got back home, but he had to go pay a visit somewhere. Tom had only been at Joyce’s grave a few times. In the beginning it was just too painful. Now, it was just not something he ever got used to doing. After attending the funeral for the young state trooper though, Joyce was pulling at him. He stopped at the local grocery store and bought a small bouquet of flowers from the produce rack.

He knew where the grave was even though it had been a while. Tom arranged the flowers in front of her headstone and then sat on the wet grass. He leaned his head against the cold marble. There was a full moon above that played games with the lighting in the cemetery. He was alone. It was after hours and he really wasn’t supposed to be there but he didn’t want to have this conversation with anyone else around.

“Hey babe, I’m sorry it’s been so long. You’re probably pissed, I know…” Tom heard the silence and felt the cool breeze. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. They finally found the guy who hurt you… I am so sorry for all that you went through. Hey Joyce, I almost killed him, but someone else beat me to it. I did beat him up though and put him in the hospital.” He thought of all the trouble he had gotten into being accused of killing Dunlop. “Okay, maybe I wouldn’t have killed him. But I wanted to…”

He closed his eyes and remembered a time when they were tumbling around behind the football field tickling each other. She had accidentally swung and hit him in the lip. She was so upset because his lip bled. He teased her and made so much fun of her that day. “Hey, I saw your folks and your baby sister. Kristen looks so much like you. It really threw me when I first saw her, I almost thought it was you. Cat was also amazed at the resemblance.” He swallowed and let his words be absorbed in the night. “Remember how we both were so frustrated because Cat and Stephanie were such pains in the butt to us and how we swore they’d never grow up? Well Steph’s in Iraq in the marines. And Cat’s a mom! Do you believe it? Wow.”

Tears came to his eyes as he remembered seeing her casket lowered into the ground. He felt like his heart had turned ice cold that day. “Life has gone on all around us babe. So many things have changed… So many things.” He put his hand on the marble headstone and wished he could feel some life force or something. Tom had heard stories from people who claimed it happened to them. The stone was cold and still.

“Joyce, I met someone. I fell in love with her, but I don’t know if I am ever going to see her again. She walked away from me. But I love her. Her name is Alli. But I swear my heart can feel again.”

There was no explanation for it, no reason to believe it. An incredible calm feeling engulfed Tom suddenly. He sat upright and looked at the headstone. His fingers traced the little cherub that was engraved in the stone. He just felt as if Joyce had smiled for him. “I want to find her. I want to marry her and have a family with her. I don’t know where to start looking but I know I don’t want to lose her too.” He leaned his forehead against the stone and closed his eyes tightly against the tears. “I think you understand. Thank you.”

Tom sat in the darkness remembering Joyce’s love, remembering the way Alli made him feel. It was several minutes before he spoke again. He was sure that Joyce was filling him with hope for a future. He almost swore he could hear her voice telling him to live and love.

Somehow he knew that Joyce liked Alli. Finally he got to his knees and faced Joyce’s name engraved on the stone. “I love you babe. I always will, that’s never going to die.” But it was good that he could love again. Joyce was happy for him, he was sure of it. He just had to find Alli. “Thank you.” He placed a kiss on the top of the headstone. “Good bye.”

Within the Law

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Rainbows apologize for angry skies. ~ Sylvia Voirol

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I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness. ~ Adeline Knapp

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“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.” ~ Vivian Greene

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“Don’t let the rain drive you to the wrong shelter; the shade can turn out to be your protector and also your destroyer, and sometimes the rain is the perfect protector from the rain.” ~ Michael Bassey Johnson

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“You can dance in the storm. Don’t wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. You can do it now. Wherever you are, right now, you can start, right now; this very moment.” ~  Israelmore Ayivor

Hi everyone, first of all, Happy Mothers’ Day to ALL Nurturers!

This weekend we’ve been celebrating my books that feature strong MOM figures on my FaceBook Author Page — These books are listed below (with some buy links.

Today’s excerpt is from Within the Law. Of all the Moms I’ve written about my personal favorite is Sylvia Hughes, mom to Tom Hughes (Within the Law) and Aunt/Step-mom to Caitlyn Smythe (His Lucky Charm); Sylvia is fierce, protective and loving of both her children, no matter what age they are, and at the same time she understands they are grown adults with lives of their own (fortunately she has her own love affair with her husband Walter to keep her busy).

This excerpt is the first time that Sylvia is meeting Alli, Tom’s fiancee.

“Calm down sweetheart.” Alli was surprised about how nervous Tom was about his parents coming to visit.

“No. You don’t understand. My mother is going to come in here and look for something wrong. She won’t stop until she finds it.” He was checking all the surfaces for dust even though Alli had spent all of the day before cleaning.

“You are driving yourself crazy.”

“My mother will drive me crazy.”

“I spoke with Caitlyn yesterday. She said your mom isn’t as bad as you make her out to be.”

“Well Cat can say that. She’s a few hundred miles away.” He stopped and looked at Alli. “You two are getting pretty chummy. I don’t know if that means trouble for me?”

“You worry too much.” Alli left the room. He hoped he hadn’t insulted her.

Tom plumped the pillows on the sofa… again. He had to admit, Alli had done a nice job scrubbing the house. He was grateful because she really understood how important it was to him. She had never even grumbled about it. He was using his sleeve to wipe a possible smudge off of a glass panel on the curio cabinet when he heard Alli coming back down the stairs.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” He stood silently when he saw what she was wearing. “Now, that’s really not fair. I’ve got to wear that to work.” And he knew he would never get over the vision of her wearing his uniform shirt and nothing else but a pair of flimsy panties and a delicate diamond engagement ring. The shirt was left unbuttoned.

“Your cousin said you needed to be distracted if you got too nervous.”

“I’m distracted.”

“Good.” She went into his arms. “Now you just need to relax…”

His breath was slow and steady. “I think I know just what I need to relax,” He spread the shirt open and pulled her to him. He bent to kiss her.

They heard the front door open. “Tommy! Come help your father with the suitcases.”

Alli stepped back and pulled the shirt closed. Her eyes were wide. “They’re early!”

“Uh, yeah…” He blew out a big breath. “I’ll be right there ma.” He called back.

“I have to get upstairs.”

“I’ll keep them distracted.” He did his best to compose himself and then he went to greet his mother. He made sure to hug his mom and swing her around so that her back was to the stairs. “Hi ma. You got here early.”

“Your father decided to push on through instead of stopping at a decent hour last night.” She started to look around. “So where is this Alli of yours?”

He saw Alli run up the stairs and he did his best to hide a smirk. “She’s uh, upstairs changing. She’ll be right down.” Tom turned to the door. “Let me go help dad.”

Just a few minutes later, Alli was coming down the stairs dressed neatly in a casual light blue pants suit. She was fully composed. Her hair was combed perfectly. And her smile was indescribable. Tom marveled at how quickly she put herself together.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hughes, I am so glad to meet you. Tom has told me so many nice things about you.”

Sylvia Hughes laughed. “Now I know you’re fibbing child.”

Alli smiled. “He’s also told me nice things.” She stressed the word “also”.

Walter Hughes poked his son in the side. “She’s good.”

“Ma, dad, this is Alli Davis, the woman I plan to marry.” Tom was proud of her.

“There’s a pot of coffee and muffins in the kitchen if you’re hungry.” Alli offered.

“Sounds lovely.” Sylvia led the way. When she stepped into the kitchen, Tom noticed her looking around. “I see you’ve made a few changes…”

Tom groaned inwardly. “Alli is a really good cook ma.” He prepared himself for her onslaught.

She noticed the microwave. “It’s about time you modernized a little Tommy.” Tom almost dropped. He had been prepared for only criticism. Yet, when he thought about it, his parents were both always very supportive of him. Maybe, he thought, he was just being a little paranoid.

It wasn’t until they were seated at the table enjoying their coffee and muffins that Sylvia did start in about their living arrangements.

“Ma, we’re both adults…” This was an age-old argument between them. It would probably be the same argument no matter what age he was.

“You are not married yet. You know how I feel about that. I don’t approve of that under my roof.”

He counted to ten, very quickly, before answering. Tom looked directly at his mother. “Ma, fortunately this is my roof… Remember? I bought this house from you and dad.”

Alli started to say something to Tom when Walter put his hand on hers and shook his head. She stayed quiet. Walter winked at her.

Sylvia glared at her son. “Well, why don’t you just move the wedding date up then? That would solve everything.”

“Ma, we set the date and we are sticking with it. We have been making all of our plans on that date. There are people who will be coming in from out of town. I am not going to make them change their plans. And we are living here together. That’s it. I hope that you can accept that while you are visiting us.”

Sylvia was silent for a long time. Finally she turned to Alli, “For your sake, not his, I hope that when your babies grow up, they are more mindful of your feelings.” She looked like she was ready to pout. “Children should respect their parents. You’ll know what I mean when you have your own.”

Alli gave Tom a desperate look. He looked at her apologetically. She squared her shoulders. “Uh, Mrs. Hughes, Mr. Hughes, we want you to know up front… I can’t have kids.” She braced herself.

“What do you mean you can’t have kids?” His mother frowned.

“There was an accident and… I was left unable to have children.”

“You can’t get pregnant?”

“No ma’am.” Alli bit her lip. Tom reached across to take her hand.

Sylvia looked at her and then Tom. “Well, we want more grandchildren. You had better do something about that. Adopt.”

Hyphema

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Hostage Heart

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Courage of the Heart

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Within the Law

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A Chaunce of Riches

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Common Bond, Tangled Hearts

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“When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she’d just make enough for 16 and only serve half.” ~  Gracie Allen

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“The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.” ~ Theodore Hesburgh

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“When your mother asks, ‘Do you want a piece of advice?’ it is a mere formality. It doesn’t matter if you answer yes or no. You’re going to get it anyway.”
~ Erma Bombeck

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“Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.” ~ Robert A. Heinlein

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“There is only one pretty child in the world and every mother has it.”
~ Chinese Proverb

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Ipema di Chelle Cordero

traduzione in italiano di Elisabetta Colona

Ipema: sanguinamento dell’occhio causato da un trauma… Matt Garratti, un paramedico di New York, si trasferisce con sua moglie e suo figlio nel Nord Carolina per fare il lavoro dei suoi sogni come medico di volo. Pakistana di origine, Sudah, sua moglie, riceve sguardi taglienti e commenti brutali dai nuovi vicini… Matt si chiede se stia inseguendo i suoi sogni o portando la sua famiglia in un incubo da cui non potrebbero più svegliarsi.

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Reviews of Hyphema

“In Hyphema, author Chelle Cordero meets headlong a number of real problems facing her characters. She doesn’t sugar-coat cultural differences and prejudice. The series of incidents and the deaths faced by Matt and Sudah cause them to face these problems and gives the love story a depth well-done.” —Janet Lane Walters

“Ms. Cordero tackles such amazingly current topics-hate, prejudice, fear of the different, with such enjoyable, suspenseful, and well-researched background, that this reader will be following her closely to see what she writes next. Each medical scene resonates with reality, and each chapter flows into the next with a flutter in the pit of the stomach for what is coming, as well as what has been.” —Brian Davidson

Hyphema is also available in Spanish

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“Small business people are people with goals and values that can’t be calculated on a profit and loss statement.” ~ Linda McMahon

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“Let us always meet each other with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.” ~ Mother Teresa

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“Always wake up with a smile knowing that today you are going to have fun accomplishing what others are too afraid to do.” ~ Mark Cuban

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“Try not to become a man of success. Rather become a man of value”
~ Albert Einstein

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““It had long since come to my attention that people of accomplishment rarely sat back and let things happen to them. They went out and happened to things.” ~ Leonardo da Vinci

Celebrating
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Week 2018

touch-of-love

Rekindled

“Cynthia?”

The sound of that voice saying her name, a name she rarely heard anymore, froze her insides. Cindy dropped the folder she was filing and turned around slowly. The memory of the voice was clearer than the memory of the face she saw.

“My God, you haven’t changed a bit.” He smiled for a moment before a frown of disappointment appeared. “It’s Daniel, Danny —”

“I… I know. What are you doing here?”

Stepping back to steady herself against the desk, she gestured to the hallway around the nurses’ station she was standing at.

“I have an appointment with,” he pulled a paper from his pocket, “Dr. Callen.”

“Oh no.” It was impulse that made her suddenly rest her hand on his arm.

“What’s the matter?”

“Oh Danny I’m so sorry.”

Daniel looked confused. “Why are you sorry?”

She dropped her hand from his arm, “Why are you seeing an oncologist?”

It took a moment and then he laughed. “I’m not a patient. I’m a doctor and I was asked to consult on a case.”

“Oh,” she looked embarrassed. “I… I’m glad that you’re okay, I didn’t know you were a doctor.” She shrugged and started to look away.

He sighed. “It’s been a lot of years. There’s been a lot of changes… I’m sure a lot has gone on with you too.” He looked at his wristwatch and shook his head. “I don’t want to keep Callen waiting. Look are you nearly done with your patients?” He sounded like he was all-business.

She inhaled sharply. “I’m not a doctor. I work in admissions.”

“Oh, my turn to be embarrassed. I assumed, I mean you always talked about going to medical school.” Daniel’s voice was filled with both surprise and question.

“Things changed,” she sounded sad.

 
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JUST BROWSING THE INTERNET AND FOUND A FEW  TERRIFIC QUOTES

 

“Where there is love there is life.” ~ Mahatma Gandhi

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“A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.” ~ Mignon McLaughlin

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“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back.
Those who wish to sing always find a song.
At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” ~ Plato

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“A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.” ~ Dave Meurer

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“The goal in marriage is not to think alike, but to think together.”
~ Robert C. Dodds

from the short story 

Not Alone

I ignored the changing numbers on the alarm clock as long as I could. I still refused to believe that anything that had happened over the past few days was real. It was all a nightmare, that’s all.

As my toes sought the warmth of my slippers, the tears began to fall again. No matter how many times I tried to deny it, my best friend was buried yesterday. They wouldn’t let Jordan come to the cemetery; every-one blamed him. Even me.

For the two days that Jordan had been hospitalized, they kept him under a suicide watch. That angered him. Not because he wanted to commit suicide, but because it meant that people thought he would want to take “the coward’s way out” as he put it and avoid facing what had happened. He said it wasn’t his fault, but he still blamed himself.

I left the party that night early, too early to know everything that had transpired. Kimmie’s boyfriend dumped her, he left her at the party while he went home with another girl. She was upset and she drank more than she should have. Actually, she shouldn’t have been drinking at all; most of the folks at the party were under the legal drinking age – but that’s another issue altogether.

Eventually Kimmie wanted to go home and, as it was explained to me, she had trouble even holding onto the keys from her handbag. So Jordan offered to drive her. He drank a beer early in the evening; he was one of the few who could legally, and then he hadn’t had anything else. That was hours earlier. The cops even said that his blood alcohol level was well below the legal limits. Jordan was just trying to be a nice guy; besides, he had once had a thing for Kimmie.

I visited Jordan in his hospital room right after I heard about the accident. I didn’t even know that Kimmie was dead yet. Jordan was devastated. He didn’t need to have his friend’s condition confirmed; he knew…

stories included

Pussycat Tales
You never really own a cat, but they do rule the household.

Holiday Happiness
Flashy gifts can come with hefty price-tags, but it’s the memories that are priceless.

Not Alone
Sometimes forgiveness seems impossible, but then so is turning your back on a friend.

I Swear That Raccoon Just Knocked on the Door
Take one city girl and send her camping in the woods for a tale of humor and triumph.

Stormy Weather
The ominous skies and howling winds of a hurricane lead to an unexpected and warmhearted friendship.

A Mother’s Love
When her child is hurt, there isn’t anything a mother wouldn’t do to make it better.

More Than a Friend
Best friends become lovers and share a lifetime together.

The Meeting
From a random meeting in the south during WW2 to a marriage and love that lasts for an eternity.

The Vacation
An erotic respite was just what she needed, the man who delivered was what she wanted.

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