FrankD
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Next book is planned, and currently being written, will most likely be published when it is done ❤️
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Thank you SO much for these kind words 🥰 this is really appreciated.
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Could it be that the prodigal son returns? The next book will reveal more of Mayson,
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Yes... a "Wait and See"hanger 😁
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And I look forward to writing it, just hope I do it justice.
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*takes notes* Burried alive with scorpions... She will def have her come uppance, nasty trogladike that she is, and we will learn more about her hubbie in the next book.
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Thank you 🥰 I have been around lurking, and doing life things, like starting a new job, and other suff, all while I had ALL my characters in my head, both from this series, and other future titles, giving me ideas for story lines and stuff. Kinda glad to have written more
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They really should, and most likely will, and no I did not steal this for some inspo for the 3rd book 😇
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“Need any help?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen to grab some drinks for the kids, who were happily playing outside. “Na, we’re good.” Dale replied, kissing me on my cheek. “Turkey’s in the oven, then we just need to put in the pumpkin pie when the timer goes off, then it’s just the food that should not take too long to prep.” “Yup,” Vicky joined, “Everything’s covered. Now why don’t we go outside, and spend time with our family. Dale and I’ve bassicly prepped almost everything l
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“Can I see you in my office?” Bob asked as soon as I walked through the front doors of the school, his face looking grim. “Sure, I’ll head straight there. Is there a problem?” I asked. “Lets speak in my office,” was all he said, as we walked. Once in his office, he indicated for me to take a seat on one of the two chairs in front of his desk. “What’s going on, Bob?” I asked, once we were both seated. “First, I’d like to say that I am sorry,” He said, before handing me a
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That is understandable, I did see that the last time I posted was 2022 😳
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It had been several weeks since Oliver’s funeral, and fortunately things had been pretty quiet on the Priestly front, barring a few glares from Mrs. Priestly every time we would bump into her at the local grocery store. But other than that things have been fairly peaceful. Except for this very moment, as I seemed to have stepped into a world of chaos no sooner had I walked through the front door. Poor Dale was chasing a very rambunctious little Merrida. who in turn was running after a tiny versi
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Thank you, and sorry for being So... MIA, had things, not big things but things, that I will get into later that I was struggling to deal things, but this book is close to being finished, just need to write the epilogue. Once I have posted the rest of the chapters, hopefully soon, I will most likely be planning on the next installment of this 3 part series, or another of the many stories running amok in me brain.
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Hopefully not too twisty amd turny that it throws people off 😛
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Thank you SO much I want to say more, but I am scared I may spoil things. So I'll just let you just speculate
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You might be onto something here
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“You’re lying!” Ruth cried out, before running out of the room. Her eyes, wet with tears. “My dad’s, dead?” Ian asked in a small confused voice. I got up from my seat and sat next to Ian, taking the boy in my arms. “I’m sorry,” Albert said as he took a book out of a bag, which I had now just noticed was sitting next to him. “This is his journal, we also managed to salvage some of the stuff he had on him. “What happened to him?” Dale asked, sitting down on the other side of Ia
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Bonus ❤️ for Trixie 😁🥰
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Thank you, and hey conspiracy theories can be fun
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“So any news?” Madox asked Albert as we stood around my grill, drinking beer and keeping both an eye on the food I was cooking as well as on the kids in the pool. Ruth had invited a few of her friends over and they were laying on towels they had set up in the sun, away from the rowdy group in the pool. So as it turned out, the man that posed as the Jacobs kids’ father, was someone who worked in the system as a foster parent for one of those large group homes. Once this revelation was revea
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Thanks you there is definitely something afoot going on here
