I’m a wife, mom, journalist and author — depending on my mood that order of preference can change.

I have ten published Contemporary Romantic Suspense novels (& eventually I will get that 11th one finished!), two short story collections, a few stand alone short stories, two writing guides, a quick reference guide about medical emergencies, and I host a long-running Kindle blog featuring twice-weekly writing lessons and exercises. …and in my spare time I write as a journalist for various periodicals and a syndication service.  I also pen a monthly column in an Emergency Medical Services trade paper (I’m a former EMT).

My fictional characters push me to put their words on paper and tell their stories; thankfully my family understands when I choose to spend time with the voices in my head.

I’m married (to the same sexy man) for 42+ years and we have two adult offspring and multiple pussycats.  I’ve described my life as “the middle of a soap opera” but with lots of HEAs sprinkled in.

In addition to my writing I maintain my author website, a family business website, and two health related sites that are dear to my heart and family, one about Stroke Recovery (my husband had one Dec 2016) and another about Kidney Donation (for my brother [in-law]).  I’m hoping if I keep busy enough I will stay out of trouble, it doesn’t always work.

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JUST BROWSING THE INTERNET AND FOUND A FEW  TERRIFIC QUOTES

 

“Being able to depend on someone doesn’t mean you’re dependent on them.” ~ Sarah Rees Brennan

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“Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.” ~ Buddha

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“Live your life each day as you would climb a mountain. An occasional glance towards the summit keeps the goal in mind, but many beautiful scenes are to be observed from each new vantage point.” ~ Harold B Melchart

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“Being able to count on someone is possibly the best feeling ever.” ~ Unknown

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“Happiness doesn’t depend on how much you have to enjoy, but how much you enjoy what you have.” ~ Tom Wilson

Pussycat Tales

(an amusing look at a lifetime with cats)

 

We have always had cats. Just a few months after our marriage nearly 40 years ago, Mark’s friend found a stray kitten on the road. The kitten’s mom had been struck by a car; the kitten was about 3-weeks old, too young to be without its mama. The friend wanted to keep the tiny orange tabby kitten but his wife was deathly allergic so instead he looked for a good home. That’s when he spoke to Mark and that is when Pumpkin joined our family.

I was so excited. I had kitten food and play toys waiting. Mark put Pumps down on the floor and he found the food right away. We had to show him his litter box but he did well even the first time. Then I picked the little orange ball of fur into my lap and completely melted when he put his ear against my tummy and promptly fell asleep. He grew quickly and learned to shadow box with my dad while standing on his haunches (the cat, not my dad).

We were preparing for Passover and brought a 5-lb package of matzo into the kitchen when we got an emergency call and had to run into the city. We were gone for two days and my neighbor looked in on Pumps making sure that he had fresh food and water. When we got back, our kitten was happy to see us… he was also terribly constipated. In our absence Pumpkin had decided to sample a corner of EVERY piece of matzo. The poor thing needed kitty laxatives!

We moved into a ground floor condo with a back door patio; since he was an indoor cat, Pumps enjoyed the openness of the full length patio door view. Soon after a little grey tabby appeared outside on our patio with nose pressed against the sliding glass door. We couldn’t open the door without this little guy walking in as if he belonged there. Pumpkin hissed at the grey tabby, the grey cat hissed back. We brought the grey tabby to the shelter and hoped they would find a home, they told us he had 48-hours. The next morning, around 14- hours later, Mark went back to the shelter and adopted a little grey tabby we named Dusty.

After a few more hisses, Dusty and Pumpkin became best friends. They spent several lazy days together basking in the sun of our bedroom windowsill (inside only). The windowsill was just a few feet from the outside ground so if anyone was walking on the lawn, they would pass right by the window (we usually kept our curtains closed). The day a loose Doberman Pincher decided to growl at Dusty as he rested peacefully on the inside sill, he frightened the cat. That was when Pumpkin reared up on his haunches between Dusty and the window screen and let out the loudest shrieking hiss I have ever heard. I kid you not, the Doberman whimpered and ran.

It was chaotic with two balls of fur, one orange and one grey, seemingly flying across the 26-foot long living/dining area. We brought Dusty to the vet for a checkup and were told that the cat was “mildly retarded” and would never grow to full size or full cat mental maturity. Supposedly there was some kind of disproportionate ratio of bone to cartilage???? We were told the cat wouldn’t survive if he had to fend for himself outside. So he always remained a bit kittenish which Pumpkin didn’t seem to mind, he just took care of him even more.

The outside patio seemed to be our weakness as yet another furry faced critter pressed his nose to the glass. We resisted. Longing eyes looked on as Pumpkin and Dusty played, ate and caused havoc. We still resisted. This longhaired steel grey and white cat slept on our patio and was there to greet us each night as we came home from work. At first we didn’t feed him knowing that would be tantamount to an invitation. Eventually we gave in when he meowed at feeding time for our tabby cats. A little boy came to the patio one day and called the cat TJ. When the cat responded to the little boy I was thrilled – he went home that night.

The respite was short lived as the fur ball wound up on our patio again the next morning…

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The Many Faces of Chelle Cordero is a single author collection of short stories featuring Introduction, Pussycat Tails, Holiday Happiness, Not Alone, I Swear That Raccoon Just Knocked on the Door, Stormy Weather, A Mother’s Love, More Than a Friend, The Meeting, and The Vacation. Something for everyone… humor, drama, passion, suspense, and more! Chelle Cordero’s first short story collection gives the reader a glimpse into her writer’s mind, with humor, poignancy, love, suspense, and more with these short stories.

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“The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively”. ~ Bob Marley

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“There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth… not going all the way, and not starting.” ~ Buddha

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“When it’s darkest, men see the stars.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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“Forgiveness … is the finishing of old business that allows us to experience the present, free of contamination from the past.” ~ Joan Borysenko

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“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”
~ C. S. Lewis

Touch of Love:
Short Story Collection

by Chelle Cordero

An Empty House

No matter how many times I turned the key in the lock the room within was always empty. I kept waiting for the day he would return. I told him that I would wait as long as it took until he came back to me.

I missed my husband, I missed sleeping next to him every night, and I missed seeing him every morning as he dressed for work. Someone else was preparing his meals now, someone else was watching over him as he slept. So many days and weeks had passed as I cried myself to sleep every night… alone.

He left suddenly late one night in December. We had made plans to celebrate the holidays with the family, but our plans fell flat and there were no celebrations. I never expected him to leave our home like that and for me to be left all alone in that house, it seemed so big without him there. It hurt that I had to make arrangements just to see him, I even needed permission, and it had to be convenient for someone else’s schedule. Every time I called his phone just to say hello a female voice always answered and I had to ask if she would let me speak to him. My heart was breaking.

Our kids rallied around but they have their own lives, their own families and their own homes to go back to. I couldn’t keep depending on them, I wasn’t sure what my future held and I couldn’t keep them from living their own. I had to force myself to look strong for them, for my husband and most of all for me.

Even works of fiction reflect on the author’s life and experiences
and Touch of Love was truly inspired by lots of personal stories.

 

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“Do not accept an evil you can change.” ~ E. Lockhart

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“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, nor to worry about the future, but to live the present moment wisely and earnestly.” ~ Gautama Buddha

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“Sometimes it’s the journey that teaches you a lot about your destination.”-  ~ Drake

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“The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.” ~ George Carlin

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“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

Stormy Weather

 

The sun felt like it was burning into her skin. Even SPF-25 didn’t stand up to the wind burn.

It was just too easy to be lazy and lie there on the towel. The wind was kicking up and she felt grains of sand skitter across her skin every now and then. She wasn’t alone, there were a few diehards still on the beach. Running feet kicked up clumps of sand and finally annoyed her enough to sit up and dust herself off.

“Surfers,” she mumbled and shook her head. Storms always brought them out. The wind kicked up the surf and the waves swelled. Debbie was compelled to watch two figures riding a huge crest and cringed when she saw one tumble into the crashing foam, his board flying in after him.

Groaning, she finally stood and brushed some of the sand from her arms. Debbie walked to the water’s edge and was amazed to realize how much closer it was to the towel she was lying on than when she first picked out a spot. At least she would get her feet wet before she packed up her belongings and trudged back to the hotel.

She was standing in ankle deep water when a wave crashed into her at chest height. She was knocked off balance and wound up sitting in the wet sand as the water threatened to pull her in. The salty water passed her lips and she sputtered and tried to catch her breath.

“You okay?” A bronze god squatted beside her. His hand rested on her back to support her in case she actually collapsed.

Cough, cough. “Yeah,” cough, “I’m fine.” She paused and cleared her throat. “That wave just surprised me.”

He stood and stretched a hand out. “Obviously a tourist.” He smiled.

Debbie stood, she deliberately avoided his help. “Is that an insult?”

“No,” Adonis’ twin laughed. “It was a guess. This is obviously your first hurricane and since we have them every year I figured that you’re either a brand new resident or, most probably, just visiting for a few days. So which is it?”

She didn’t look up at him. “I’m here on vacation.”

“Hah! I was right.”

Debbie looked out at the horizon. “How bad does it get?” It almost looked like sets of back curtains were billowing from the clouds. She walked back to her towel and straw bag and just assumed he’d follow her.

“Oh baby,” he paused while she bent to pick her things up. “It hasn’t even started. The storm is still pretty far off. Besides it’s only a category two.”

She looked back as she bent over and was annoyed to catch his leer. “Are you enjoying the show?” She sounded cynical.

Patches of red tinged his cheeks. His embarrassment surprised her.

“Sorry.” He looked back at the water. “I’m Bruce.”

She nodded in acknowledgment but didn’t bother to return the courtesy. “So how long before this hurricane actually hits?” Turning towards the hotel, she wrapped a clean towel around her waist.

“We’ve got about twelve or fourteen hours.” Bruce fell into step next to her “Where are you from?”

“Philadelphia.”

He hoped she’d be a little more forthcoming. She wasn’t. They kept walking. “So why are you in Miami Beach?”

She stopped. “I’m on vacation.” Debbie turned to look at him. She stood with a hand on a hip. “Thank you for your help in the water. But I’m not the kind of woman that picks up a vacation fling in case that’s why you’re following me.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not interested in being a tourist attraction.”

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“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.” ~ Coco Chanel

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“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others. My courage always rises at every attempt to intimidate me.” ~ Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

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“To find yourself, think for yourself.” ~ Socrates

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“Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same.” ~-Ronald Reagan

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“We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” ~ Thomas Jefferson


The Many Faces of Chelle Cordero

More than a Friend
a short story by
Chelle Cordero & Barbara Cordero Du-Bois

“Are you doing okay?”

Janis couldn’t answer through the lump in her throat. She looked up at Jerry and nodded hesitantly.

He stifled a frustrated sigh, frustrated because he wanted to do something, anything, to take her pain away. It tore him open inside to see her tears and that angered him. Jerry felt guilty for the jealousy he felt knowing that she was crying over her loss of another man.

Janis stood in the center of her living room and remembered the last time she had been in that room with her husband… and wishing she could forget. There would never be another chance to make things right.

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Jerry helped take her jacket off and he laid it carefully over the back of a chair.

“I… I think I need to be alone.” She noticed the hurt look that he tried to hide. “Jerry I’m sorry. Thank you so much for being here for me. I would never have survived the last few days without you. I haven’t been fair to you.”

“No, I-“

“Ssh.” She put her fingertips on his lips. “You lost him, too. He was your cousin.” She continued speaking through her tears. “And all you’ve done is take care of me since it happened.”

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Their Captain called them in from patrol to let Janis know that her husband had died in the line of duty. Billy was working crowd control at a fire scene in the south Bronx when a brick was tossed from a neighboring rooftop. The coroner said he died instantly.

Jerry had been the one to catch her as her knees buckled. He’d barely left her side since.

She caught her breath. “I just need some time.”

“Maybe you should ask for some more time off, you know, before you come back to the job.” Jerry searched her face. He was so concerned for her.

“I’ll be fine.” She forced strength into her words.

“Just call if you need, anything. Alright?”

She nodded and stood on tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek.


The Many Faces of Chelle Cordero
is a single author collection of short stories featuring Introduction, Pussycat Tails, Holiday Happiness, Not Alone, I Swear That Raccoon Just Knocked on the Door, Stormy Weather, A Mother’s Love, More Than a Friend, The Meeting, and The Vacation.

Something for everyone… humor, drama, passion, suspense, and more! Chelle Cordero’s first short story collection gives the reader a glimpse into her writer’s mind, with humor, poignancy, love, suspense, and more with these nine short stories.

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“If you want to do really important things in life and big things in life, you can’t do anything by yourself. And your best teams are your friends and your siblings.” ~ Deepak Chopra

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“The greatest thing about siblings is you constantly have someone putting you in check; there’s no room to get delusional about yourself.” ~ Erin Foster

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“Siblings: children of the same parents, each of whom is perfectly normal until they get together.” ~ Sam Levenson

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“Your parents leave you too soon and your kids and spouse come along late, but your siblings know you when you are in your most inchoate form.”
~ Jeffrey Kluger

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“Our brothers and sisters are there with us from the dawn of our personal stories to the inevitable dusk.” ~ Susan Scarf Merrell

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