Second Chances

Betrayed by her husband, Melissa seeks help and revenge from friends in the Russian mafia. Vengeance is done and her now ex-hubby is regretting his actions. Melissa moves away, finding new love in a tiny town. Everything is great, fun, romantic...until ex-hubby escapes, finds Melissa and plots even worse revenge. The mafia is on their way, but can the new lovers save themselves and their odd town? More

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Language: English
ISBN: 9781476207063
About Marie Everett

Let's see - personal information? Oh, wait, I know! Let's get the dry stuff out of the way, shall we? My name is Patricia Parnell and I write under the name of Marie Everett. Yep, that's a story all by itself, but it isn't part of the dry stuff, so I can't tell you about it here. Sorry, but gotta keep to the standards.

I go by Pat. If you call me Patricia, my eyes get big and I start looking around in fear, certain that I didn't do whatever it is you're going to accuse me of doing. If you call me Patricia + my middle name, I'm so outta here because I probably did do what you're going to accuse me of doing and I can't handle the pressure. Bottom line here is to please, please, please call me Pat. Whew...that was tough. See? Some pretty dry stuff here.

How did I get started writing? My cats brought a mouse into the house. No, seriously. See, I don't do live or dead presents real well, so I emailed my friends about it. Because the icky thing lived longer than my nerves expected, the email became a short story with several updates. I called it MITH, which stood for Mouse In The House. Poor MITH eventually corked and my heart was broken...NOT! A celebration did take place, though, with great rejoicing. The cats moped, but tough.

More dry stuff? Okey doke. I'm old school and still use the shorthand I learned eons ago in junior high. Often called chicken scratches, there are samples of it everywhere in the house, usually in some really odd places. You mean, you don't put notes of some kind in the fridge or taped to the sink pipes? Strange, I thought everyone did that.

Gosh, I think I've run out of room. I'll have to leave you only with the dry stuff. Maybe I should plan on coming back and updating this little story? Hmmmm...that's a poser. I'll think on it.

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