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The Accidental Hero is a short story (28 pages) set in 1908 in Central California. It is being offered at the special price of 99 cents. A klutz finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time and inadvertently becomes a hero. An expert follows.

Clutching the heavy satchel to his chest, Tyler Crawford traipsed up the steps to the hotel’s front porch. He gasped; his heart dropped to his stomach as the front of his right foot caught on the edge of the top step. The porch spun; he pitched forward and landed face down on top of the satchel. Stunned, he lay motionless.

Oh my God, what if the bag opened? He rolled to the side and struggled to sit up. His toes curled. It had opened. He forced himself to look at the case and breathed a sigh of relief. It hadn’t opened enough to reveal its contents. He snapped the closures shut and stared at his hat, which now sat on the porch beside him.

“You need some help, Mister?”

Tyler’s eyes moved up a pair of black boots, black gaiters and a calf-length gray skirt with the words U.S. Mail printed on the front.


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Excerpt from Left Holding the Bag, one of the stories in Stories of Hope.

Lucy Mae Logan approached the bank and gasped. Her body jerked.

“Oh, there you are, just as we planned.” The dark-haired man who had barreled into her exiting the bank touched the brim of his gray Stetson. Her heart pounded under his piercing blue-eyed gaze.

Lucy Mae’s chest tightened. She clutched the handle of her purse in her left hand. “What?”

The man looked back over his shoulder and then looked at her again. “Here, hold this.”

He shoved a brown leather satchel toward her. Her jaw dropped and she grasped the handle with her right hand. Her body jerked to the right with the weight of the satchel. He sprinted off the boardwalk, around the hitching post, grabbed the waiting Palomino’s reins and swung into the saddle.

Six shooter drawn, bank president Howard Wallace rushed out onto the boardwalk and fired a shot missing the man on the horse by just a smidge.

The man winked at Lucy Mae. “You hold on to that satchel and I’ll be back for it, just like we planned.”

Lucy Mae blinked and bit into her bottom lip. The boardwalk seemed to shift under her and Main Street swirled around her. “We what?”

The man tapped the horse’s sides with his heels. The horse lept into motion and carried its rider west down Oak Meadows’ dusty main street.

Miss Lucy!” Howard hissed, towering over her. His dark, flinty-hard eyes might as well have sent sparks shooting out at her. “I never would have expected you to be an accomplice!

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Excerpt from Back from the Brink, one of the four short stories in Love Speaks Softly to the Heart.

Chelsea’s cell phone pinged as she stepped through the coffee shop’s door. She pulled it out of her handbag. A text message from her mom.

“Ooofff” Colliding with something solid, she came to an abrupt halt, lowered the phone and dropped it back into her purse. The utility cart full of dirty dishes, cups and eating utensils rattled with her impact.

A tall, thin dark-haired man in a well-worn gray tee shirt, faded jeans and worn sneakers was bussing the table beside the cart. She narrowed her eyes. There was something familiar about him even though his side was turned to her and she could not see his face. Then he turned his face toward her and she gasped.


The color drained from his face. “Chelsea?”

Her heart stopped and then pounded. Tyler Stevens’ blue eyes had lost their sparkle and his handsome face had become gaunt. Her eyes took in his thin frame again; he had once been muscular and strong.

“I—I’ve got to get to work. Nice seeing you.” He turned his back on her and continued removing the dirty dishes, glasses, cups and cutlery from the table.

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Excerpt from A Run for Her Money in Romance on the Run

Cindy jogged pushing her shopping cart out of grocery store into the parking lot. She was in a hurry to get home this Thursday evening after work. The Porterhouse steak in her cart called to her. Her stomach rumbled.

Her body jerked and she gasped; someone had bumped into her. A disheveled man sprinted away with her shoulder bag.

“He’s got my purse,” she yelled. Her heart raced.

A large navy-blue blur vaulted past her. There was a thud and a yelp. Two security guards appeared and rushed in the direction of the noise.

The security guards returned hauling the thief between them. A tall man in a navy-blue tee shirt and blue jeans clutching her shoulder bag followed. Cindy’s legs turned to jelly. A streak of dirt slashed the man’s right cheek and the right sleeve of his tee shirt was torn.

“Here,” he said, handing the purse over. His gruff, gravelly voice matched his tall, strong, broad-shouldered body and craggy, rugged face. Cindy gazed into his brown eyes. Warmth spread through her. She felt safe in his presence.

“Thank you,” she sighed. “I would have been sunk without you.”

“Buck Mitchell at your service,” he replied with a slight bow.

Sparks shot through her. “I’m Cindy Ellis. May I offer you a reward?”

“I never take money for doing the right thing unless I’m being paid to fix a car. I’m a mechanic.”

Her heart beat in slow motion. “Then how can I thank you? It would have been awful to have to replace my credit card and identification.”

“Just knowing you don’t have to is all the reward I need. It was nice meeting you, Cindy.”

“Nice meeting you, Buck.” Her heart sank as he walked away.

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A homeless alcoholic finds hope in the spirit and magic of Christmas.

Excerpt from Aunt Zelda and the Real Santa.

Zelda Zane pursed her lips and heaved a sigh. This was most disheartening. In all her sixty-five years, she’d never seen a more perfect Santa and there he was dirty, disheveled and passed out in the planter on the pedestrian mall outside Bull’s Eye Discount Store. There was nothing sadder than a person who was lost and caught in the web of a downward spiral. For this man, that was about to change.

“Get up,” she ordered.

The big, white-haired man’s eyelids fluttered open. His eyeballs rolled back in their sockets and his eyelids shut again.

“Oh no you don’t.” Zelda planted her hands on her hips; her purple handbag dangled on its purple straps in the crook of her left elbow. “I know you have a hangover and that you were probably drinking all night. I bet you’ve been drinking most of your life away. Get up anyway. This is the last hangover you’ll ever have. I have a job for you.”

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