by revamping a movie, book or TV show in my mind. I would twist and turn the
plots and characters to achieve the ending I preferred. That developed into
side stories about my favorite minor characters. Each night I fell asleep in
the middle of a grand adventure. It wasn’t long before I began to create
stories of my own and put pen to paper.
mother of seven children, I also learned to love to play video games. One day
it occurred to me to write an adventure that flowed like a video game and I
added a touch of romance. Thus, Hypnotic Journey was born. The HJ characters
are like a family to me. They are foolish, daring, resourceful, passionate and
dedicated to their friends.
Series. It’s a paranormal Sci-Fi romance featuring a psychotic villain and a
multiple layer of hero’s fighting to survive the chaos.
situations that you might not otherwise survive. You will find my stories
exciting and steamy, but I am not an erotic writer. My stories fade to dark
when the steam begins to rise, but take it from me, the steam does rise and
emotions do soar.
Blake slid from Whitney’s lap. The four year old boy went to the rail to
gaze down at the football game in the yard below. Molly went to stand by his side, pulling
him back slightly from the wobbly rail. When the game was over, Josh and the
others brought the Zack, who was six and Jake, twelve back up to the deck.
“How about some ice cream?” Beth offered.
Beth and Whitney went inside to make some ice cream cones. Amy held Ashley, who
cuddled up next to her large stomach and yawned. Blake walked over to Josh and
raised his hands. Josh lifted him up and sat down on the bench across from
Randy tossed the football lightly to Jake and said, “Good game, Jake. We are still
the reigning champions.”
Jake grinned and looked at Zack, “We didn’t beat you and Mason by much. Next time
it’s going to be a real face-off. Go long!”
Zack beamed with pride and turned to run toward the far end of the deck. Jake threw
the ball high in the air. Amy rose to her feet as Zack neared the rail, her
eyes wide in horror. He wasn’t slowing his pace.
“Zack! Stop!” Amy yelled.
Seeing the fear in Amy’s face, Mason spun and rushed toward Zack. Zack fell backward,
hard onto the rail. It collapsed from his weight. Mason grabbed on to Zack as
he fell. He pulled the boy to him, surrounding him with his body. They both flew
into the open air and down toward the cement around the pool.
“Amy! Call 911!” Randy ordered, racing to follow Josh down the steps.
Amy grabbed Blake and handed him to Molly saying, “Take him inside and get Whitney
and your mom! Jake, take Ashley! Stay here!”
Mason landed on his back by the edge of the pool, with a sickening thud. He and Zack
rolled into the deep end of the pool. Josh and Randy dove in after them. Josh
grabbed Zack, who was struggling to reach the surface. Josh pulled Zack to him.
He placed Zack on the cement, at the edge of the pool. Then turned and dove
toward Randy, who was surfacing with an unconscious Mason.
Zack was crying hysterically when Amy reached him. She knelt down beside him and
pulled him into her arms.
“Are you hurt?” She asked breathlessly, searching him for any signs of trauma.
Zack didn’t answer; instead, he clung to her, burying his face in her chest. Whitney
and Beth ran to their side. Beth scooped Zack up and handed him to Whitney,
then pulled Amy to her feet. Whitney
kissed and hugged Zack, then checked him over quickly. Satisfied he was not
hurt she handed him to Beth and rushed to where Josh and Randy were pulling
Mason from the pool.
“He’s not breathing,” Randy said. He quickly laid Mason on his back.
Josh listened to Mason’s chest and said, “His heart is beating.” Then blew two puffs
of air into Mason’s lungs, Mason didn’t respond.
Whitney knelt beside Mason. His head was covered in blood, “Mason, no, no, Mason,” She
whispered, tears streamed down her face.