I believe in love at first sight... because I am a mother. A mother’s love knows no laws, no boundaries, and no remorse for anyone who interferes with the life of a child.
I have lived a complete lie, holding on to a secret that could now cost me my daughter. I can’t lose Maddie. I couldn’t breathe without Maddie. Maddie is my life.
The saying about dying for your child is the absolute truth. The other things you would do are comparable to that of death. I know, I did those things. I did unthinkable things, all for Maddie. I continued the lie, the secrets with the one man who had no right, whom I despised and wanted dead.
I had no choice. I did it all for her... for my Maddie.
I didn’t even notice him. Dana sat him in my section with his back turned. Him and his girlfriend or whatever she was, sat side by side and another couple sat across from them. I stupidly walked right up to the table with my green notepad.
"Can I start you with some drinks?" I asked as my eyes landed right on Alex’s. Shit.
"Do you have a wine list?" his female friend asked.
I wanted to laugh at her. This was a camp ground not a five star restaurant. "We have a house wine," I offered, pointing to the Moscato red wine. "We have beer," I said, catching Maddie, scooting a chair to the fish aquarium. I turned to see my dad talking to some guests with his back to her. I looked to see Dana laughing and talking with some other guests as she rang them out. Somebody needed to pay attention to Maddie.
"Excuse me," I said, walking away as I watched her foot slip from the chair and hit the floor, followed by a loud shrill.
"Why can’t you listen for once?" I asked, picking her up. She clung to me and wailed. "You’re not hurt. It just scared you," I said, rubbing circles around her back.
"Here, come to Papaw," my dad said, trying to take her. She wailed again.
"NO! I want my mommy!" she cried out as I carried her toward the kitchen away from the spectators and Alex’s scrutinizing eyes that I was sure was on me.
"That thing has got to go," I said, turning to my dad. I was so sick of that stupid fish aquarium it wasn’t even funny. "Are you hungry? I asked, trying to calm Maddie. "Do you want Jaron to make you a hot dog?"
"I want ice cream," she decided, wiping tears down her face with her little fingers.
"No. No ice cream. How about a grilled cheese?"
"I want ice cream," she howled.
"Take her," I told my dad. I really did hope she wanted to go home with him. I needed to get turned up with some friends my own age.
I was never so happy to see Dianna in all my life. She was taking Alex and his party’s orders. I was getting the hell out of there. I walked over to take some empty plates from my last table and offer dessert.
"How was everything," I asked as they moved their arms for me to take their plates.
"Great," they all replied with the two men rubbing their full bellies.
"How about dessert? We have an awesome peanut butter pie tonight," I offered.
"Yes," the men stated, deciding they weren’t as full as they had initially thought. The two women declined.
"Would you like coffee?" I asked.
I walked toward the kitchen with a full arm, not missing the stare from Alex or my daughter sitting at the counter with a bowl of ice cream. I shook my head at my father. He shrugged as I continued to the kitchen.
"Can you get table 4 coffee?" I asked Dana as I placed the delicious looking pies on a tray.
"Sure. I think, we’re kidnapping Maddie for the night. She got two new movies for her birthday. Papaw promised we would watch them and make popcorn."
"You can have her," I teased, hoping she didn’t want to come home with me.
I stood at the end of the counter while Maddie ate her ice cream, smothered in gummy bears.
"I thought I told you no ice cream," I said, looking up to see Alex’s eyes boring into me. What the hell? Maddie needed to hurry so we could get the hell out of there.
"Papaw teld me yes," she assured me as she popped a red gummy bear into her mouth. "Dem is hard," she giggled.
I smiled at her. She was so silly sometimes. "That’s because you froze them."
"Dem will get warm in my belly," she assured me. "You have one," she offered. I opened my mouth and took the candy from her fingers.
"Yuck, Maddie. That’s gross. That’s like eating a flavored ice cube."
"That not a ice cube," she assured me.
"Are you coming home with mommy?"
"No. I watch a movie wif Papaw and Gammy. I eat popcorn."
"You need to eat some supper."
"My belly full."
"Yeah, full of ice cream and candy. Are you done?"
Maddie nodded and slid off the stool. I swear that kid was fearless. It’s a good thing I was standing right there to catch her. I was sure she would have been screaming again.
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I hate author bio’s, so I’m just not gonna do it. I’m a rebel. I chose to ask my readers what they would like to know about me and this is what they came up with.
Vikki Ryan—I love that your books have a dark edge to them, what made you choose to write in that genre rather than romance.
I have tried to keep it PG, Vikki. I really have. My mind doesn’t seem to be able to keep it that way and quickly turns into rated for DG. (Dirty Girls Only.)
Monica Robinson—Oooohhh...What's your favorite naughty movie?
Well Mrs. Monica, the only one that comes to mind would be Original Sin with Angelina Jolie.
Danielle Chako—1) what was the first thing you ever wrote? Any age. Could be a short story, monologue, article...etc.
2) Do you get inspiration from other authors and if so who?
The first thing that I ever wrote was for a Christmas contest in the third grade. I won a very proud blue ribbon for that gay little story. I try not to read a lot when I am in writing mode. It turns out to be a disaster because I will change my whole writing style to whatever I am reading and end up rewriting A LOT. I do love to read, and I have many inspirations. CJ Roberts is one of my all-time favorites. I guess I like to read a little on the dark side as well.
Tiffany Abel—who is your favorite book villain and why? Does this character affect how you write a villain?
Oh, I’m a bad girl, but I have to say Caleb from Captive in the dark series. I hated and loved him at the same time.
Danielle Chilcott—what was going through your Mind when you were writing All for Maddie?
Maddie is quite the little character. Some of the things she said and did came from my own three kids, growing up. It made me reflect back to the toddler years and feel just a hint of nostalgia. I wouldn’t want to do it again, but they are so honest at that age.
Katie Cramer—Jettie ...hmmm. What makes u write the way you do? Personal experience? Desire? Dreams? What’s your inspiration?
You’re my inspiration Katie Cramer because you love my books. You ask why I write the way I do, I assume you mean the edge of my writing. I’m a dirty girl. That’s what I like to read and write. Personal experience? Hmmm. I did say I would answer truthfully, didn’t I? A lot of what I have written, like the things that Drew did in Underestimated was from fantasy and I am sure a lot of what I write comes from experience. You don’t stay married for 24 years by doing it missionary style. J
AMY NEASE—your books seem to always have a toy or two of ten. How many toys do you own with batteries?
Oh. Geesh. Good lord. A few.
Kayla Weiner—What do you have to have to write? (music, food, drink, etc...). What is always on your desk?
Coffee. Definitely a cup of coffee. A far as music, I am sort of living my second childhood. No. Wait. I haven’t grown up yet. Anything Pink, Miley Cyrus, Katy Perry, some rap, Adam Lavine, and anything with a nice beat.
Kaleigh Knight Jordan— if you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor? And Why?
Hmmmm, that’s tough. I’m going to say CJ Roberts again because I would LOVE to get in her head, just to see if it’s as crazy as mine.
Crystal Barr—Where is your favorite place to write, and do you have a certain time that you prefer to write?
I have a beautiful desk that my husband bought for me overlooking an amazing view and I sit at my kitchen table, usually. I have an adjustable bed, so I write in bed a lot too with my hospital looking table and I write a lot at work as well. I tend to be most inspired early in the morning for whatever reason.
Candy Simpson—Who inspires you to write? What keeps you writing?
Hmmmm. I have many inspirers. My mom, my sister, Author M. Robinson, Crystal at A writers helping hand, Natalie, Alicia, Amy E, Megan, Julie Kerr, everyone who loves my writing and help me in any way they can, I guess. I keep writing because I love to write, I eat, sleep and breathe writing. I’m sure I would do it if everyone hated what I wrote.
Jessi Venture—You said you would answer anything sooooo. When you are writing you very steamy sex scenes, do you tend to get a little aroused yourself? I do reading them. I was just wondering if it has the same effect when you write about.
You’re a dirty girl. Definitely. That is probably a good thing for my readers. How do I explain this? It’s easier to talk about my characters. Put it this way. The friskier I feel, the kinkier the scene will be for you. J
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