I love being a mom and a wife. I've been married for over 10 years to a man I would do anything for and have a 10 year old son and a 6 year old daughter. I see so much of myself in both of them that it sometimes brings me to tears (happy ones).
I also love writing. Romance to be specific. I love the happily ever after that I believe everyone deserves. My stories aren't exactly the 'stop and smell the roses' type romances. While I believe everyone deserves happiness and true love, I know that sometimes, you have to walk a hard road to find it. Those are the types of stories I like to write. The happily ever after that wasn't found, it was earned. I work to earn mine on a daily basis and so do my characters.
On other side-notes, I play acoustic guitar, sing, read like I get paid to, and support a rather unhealthy addiction to Pinterest.
I love to cook, which combined with my pinning addiction, leads to many experiments foisted on my unsuspecting husband and kids, mostly with good results. But sometimes, the dog gets what the family refuses to eat. And he never complains.
"Please, Pa," she whimpered, her eyes begging him. "Help him, please." He spit again but didn't answer. Libby looked back at me and I knew instantly what she was going to do.
"Libby, don't," I begged, my voice full of fear. Eyes locked with mine, she took a step forward. The snake hissed, its head moving with Libby's movement. Jackson stared at Libby and then back at me as she took another step forward.
"You've got to jump fast, Cole," she whispered as the snake shifted its gaze from her to me. "It won't be distracted for long."
"Libby, no," I begged again. My arms were shaking now. Fear welled up in my throat as she took another step.
"Stop!" Jacksonson shouted, making Libby jump back. "Move again and I'll tan your hide so hard you won't sit for a week." Libby's face paled but she didn't move. Jackson climbed onto the wagon without fear. The snake was still watching me as my arms shook.
He reached out just as my arms gave out and the hay bale dropped. The snake lunged towards me, fangs out. Jackson grabbed its head just before it bit into my leg. I fell backwards, landing hard on my ass. I shoved myself further back until I was up against the stack of hay. Libby rushed over to me, her hands going to my shoulders.
Jackson held the snake, its jaw snapping. He stepped towards us as he caressed the snake's head. He knelt down, snake in hand, until he was eye level. The snake's gleaming fangs were inches from my face. I felt the bile rising in my throat as little, black dots flashed in my eyes.
"You afraid of snakes, boy?" His voice was cold and empty. "Hmm?" He looked at me, his eyes dark and calculating.
"Yes'sir," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
"You'd better be," his voice was menacing as he ran a finger down the top of the snake's scaly head. "Keep your hands off her." The threat in his warning was unmistakable as his eyes moved to Libby's hands, still clenching my shoulders.
Jackson stood up slowly and stepped off the wagon. He laid the snake on the ground and it slithered away, silent and docile. He turned back to us, spitting into the dirt.
"Get off, both of ya," he growled, jerking his head. "Go home."
Willing my muscles to move, I scrambled up, stumbling to the edge and jumping down. Libby followed me as I ran to the edge of the tree line. Her pa climbed back onto the tractor and drove it slowly out of the field.
"Cole?" Libby put a hand on my shoulder but I shrugged her off as I walked towards the trees. When she started to follow, I turned quickly and yelled.
"Stay!" I saw her shrink back, dragging her eyes to the ground. I wanted to apologize but my need for keeping her away was stronger. I half-ran to the nearest tree, bent over and promptly threw up everything I had eaten that day.
When my stomach was empty, I gagged, heaving until the last of the strength left my body. I stumbled back and collapsed in the tall grass. I felt Libby's hand grip my shoulder and turn me towards her. Her face was pale but her eyes were strong as she forced me to look at her. I stared at her, seeing the fear leave her eyes, replaced by sorrow. Not uttering a word, she wrapped her arms around me. My exhausted body gave up as I leaned into her. She laid my head on her chest and I did something I swore I'd never do in front of her. I cried.