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About Verwayne Greenhoe
Born and raised on a small dairy farm in west-central Michigan, I learned about life and death at an early age. I was lucky enough to have a loving, caring Father who taught me about some of the more intricate 'ins and outs' of living every day.
I started writing simple stories at age six in about 1959 and have been at it ever since. As a boy, no one ever really taught me to read, I just could. I used that gift to find a world I might not have been able to experience for another decade or more. I later became a medic, worked in a psych ward of a prison and spent many years working in Emergency Rooms as an aide and then a nurse.
I just moved to Michigan's Upper Peninsula (da UP!) and am getting settled back into a steady writing habit. I have a flurry of books I will be releasing every month to six weeks. The subject genre runs the gamut from inspirational to romance to a serial killer story. The move to a more solitude in the UP surrounding allows me to write when I want to write.
I've written about my experiences growing up on the farm and my father. I have several stories about the things I saw and experienced in the emergency field, both in and out of the ER. I'll admit that my life story is weird, but I prefer to think of it as an alternate reality in which I am the pioneer and flag planter. I'm crazy, but I suspect most of my readers have figured that out.
I have sixteen, soon to be twenty audio books out. You can find them over on Audible or on Amazon under my listing for stories and books. I try to add a novella of 16,000 to 22,000 words every month, and at least two to three 40,000+ word novel every year.
Thanks for reading!
I encourage people to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org if they have questions or suggestions on anything I've written.
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A modern day "Aesop's Fables" story of how my Father readied me for adulthood using short stories and sayings. Many people think that their Father was a great, special or extraordinary man; I have no quarrel with their line of thinking. I just know, as I approach the age of 60, that I’ve seen very few men that rivaled the man I was lucky enough to call “Dad.” He had a fantastic sense of humor, a calm and even disposition, and a way of using everyday happenings to teach me lessons in life.
The first half of the tale starts with a short camping vacation in the northern woods of Michigan where a three day "Campfire Summit" fills their nights. It later shifts to the events leading up to the election. The second half of the book is nothing but pure 'what if' fantasy but provides fodder for many other conspiracy tales.
This is Book One of a three book series. The other two books are well underway.
This man was a brutal killer, cold, methodical, emotionally untouched by his cruel acts. He described these murders to me much as you might recant a pleasant Sunday drive. This is not a story for the squeamish or faint of heart. I can hear him tell me how he attacked the final three victims and how he messed with their minds in their remaining minutes. I hear him a lot some nights. It has been over 35 years since I last saw him and I still remember his last words to me, "Watch your step."
The story is based on the conversations the two had throughout the next twenty-some years. The author chronicles her rise in terms of wealth and her fall in terms of health due to her increasing drug usage, all set up by the men who made her a lady of the night.
While this story is a dramatic turn of style for this author, it merely describes the stories that she told him. The first half of the story is extremely 'pornographic' while the next section begins to make her more human side and reveals the relationship the two developed over the years.
A beta reader said this after she finished the story, 'OMG! What a tribute to a misguided person. I can understand how hard this was for you to write. I have tears in my eyes right now. I take my hat off to you. Very, very good.'
After forty-seven years of a great relationship, courtship, and marriage, the author found himself alone. His wife had struggled with a rough fight with dementia. Suddenly, she took a sudden and unexpected turn for the worse, leaving him alone for the first time in his adult life. He was sixty-four at the time but felt more like he was forty physically and ninety-five emotionally.
For over a year, he had tried to go forward with his life, but when he was alone at night, his heart's emptiness reminded him that he needed someone to fill the ache inside him.
Loneliness is a killer, and he was dying from grief. He was dying inside because he had never been alone in his life. He told himself that he would be alright, but he wasn't and was fading fast.
Then he found Heather. They were two souls drifting in a sea of loneliness and grief that found one another amid a building storm. Is she the one that can pull him out of an escalating depression?
This story is not for everyone. It was intended for adults as it has 'veiled and nuanced' details of sexual situations. While it contains precious few 'bad words,' it tells about the abuse the young woman in the story endured. Should she have allowed those things to have happened? No, but sometimes abuse is more than physical and or sexual. Emotional abuse is just as potent as the other forms.
As the storyteller explains, 'Just because you find the keys in a car in the mall parking lot, it doesn't mean you can jump in it and drive away.' She freely admits that she should have stopped putting herself in the position to be abused, but those who are being manipulated are like those who want to quit smoking or drinking. It ain't as easy as you might think.
The story starts when she is eighteen and continues until her life makes a dramatic turn for the better. With few exceptions and situations, this story is true. Some details were changed to protect the storyteller from certain people who still haunt her.
From Helen in Canada:
Wow! You took me right back into my own abuse. I feel I have come to terms with it due to help from my new husband like the woman in the story. It is amazing what the love of a truly good and loving man can do for a woman, someone whom she can really trust.
With winter setting in hard, he struggles to remain alive, but his hopes of making it back to normalcy are rapidly diminishing.
Then came the night he ended up on his knees with a pistol to the back of his head.