Winds of Change

It looks like life is going to get back to normal. This mean back to my writing career and puting my book and myself out there again. Thanks to all my fans who have supported me and have contacted me. Your words are a blessing to me! Thank you so much for your support. It has ment the world to me.


I love you all!!

Jennie Bryant

Max finds out what's going on with Sarah

           "Lieutenant Colonel Edwards! What in the hell is going on here?" General Lance McKee's voice thundered hardheartedly. He was standing in the doorway to the guest quarters. Behind him stood Mike, eyes wide in disbelief.

             Max swiftly turned around to face him and saluted. "Begging your pardon, sir!" Lance slapped his hand against his forehead, massaged his temples, and wiped his hand down his face in exasperation. He knew from their previous conversations back at Langley that Max had a lot on his mind, but he never would have expected Max would explode like this. He let out a heavy sigh and grumbled, "Colonel, do you care to explain yourself?"

           Max's eyes were still ablaze with fury. Still stiffly at attention, he stared right through Lance and hollowly replied, " I would like to request a private audience with you right now, sir!"

           Lance simply shook his head and grunted, "This way." He turned and headed down the corridor. Max followed. They circled around to another corridor with quarters and waited for Max to enter, as well. Then, Lance closed the door and sat down at a small built-in desk. He looked up at Max, who was still red with anger, fists clenched. Lance could see the unbridled fury in Max's eyes. He was crazed, staring off into space, refusing to look Lance in the eye. Like Mike, Lance knew all to well that Max had a healthy reserve of temper to turn loose if the situation warranted it. But this is more temper then Lance had ever seen come out of the guy, and it had him worried.

A diffrent side of Love and Honor

I wanted to show a quick snip it of the darker side of Love and Honor.

BANG!

 The violent bash echoed throughout the house, causing Sarah to jump in terror. "Oh my God!" she quivered in a low voice. She quickly threw on a pair of black boxer shorts and a pink ribbed tank top. Slowly, she crept out of her bathroom and reached for a baseball bat that she had by her bedroom door. She reached for the phone to call 9-1-1. There was no dial tone. "Shit!" she hissed nervously. Her eyes scanned the room for her cell phone, but it was nowhere in sight. She tightened her grip on the bat when she heard another bang downstairs. She had to get to a phone. She quietly headed out of her room and down the stairs. Every single creek made her cringe and tremble in fear. She ducked down, looking the living room over from left to right as she continued her descent, but nobody was there.

Sarah stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking, listening for the  slightest sound. The room was so quiet she could hear the hum of the refrigerator in her kitchen. Suddenly, another sound came from the kitchen. A rustling...movement. The sound trailed down the back hallway. She then heard what sounded like a door quietly open and close...the guest room!